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She still hadn’t come out of the bathroom and it’d been almost half an hour. He had to grin as he imagined one of the stewardesses knocking on the door and making her come out before she got herself together. But it’d been a decent fuck even though he had to hold his hand over her mouth the whole time to stop her squealing. Well, most of the time except at the beginning when he had his prick in there.

This wasn’t the first time he’d fucked somebody in an airplane bathroom; it’d been an army corporal the first time. But getting into her pussy had been almost as much fun as screwing the corporal’s tight ass. Since neither one of them was over 5’7″ and he was 6’5″ their feet had never even touched the floor while he’d had them riding his cock. This girl was a pretty brunette on her way home from college same as him, and had gone goo-goo eyes over him from the moment they got on the plane, so it’d been easy to get his prick into her. There was barely room in that tiny bathroom for his 350 pound bulk to even turn around and Jock was never known for his patience anyway, so there was no way to undress her nicely and he’d made a mess of her clothes. He had to chuckle as he wondered how she was going to manage her torn blouse and jeans since she couldn’t stay in there forever, and had to come out before they landed.

Jock had just come from the Orchard University campus where he spent two weeks at football camp, and then another two weeks in the weight room. And he was nothing less than phenomenal. Although he was not quite twenty yet, Jock had been packing on muscle for years, and now after two solid weeks of very strenuous workouts in the weight room, he was at the sheer pinnacle of muscular perfection. Absolutely massive chest, shoulders, arms, tree trunk thighs; an astonishing heroic physical specimen. He may not have been the greatest football player in the college circuit, but he was a good center and because of his enormous size and strength he could walk right through most any defensive player.

But Jock wasn’t at all like so many football linesmen who were huge but were padded with fat as well. Jock was ninety-nine percent pure solid muscle, all of it in perfect proportion to his gigantic physique. And although he may not have been the prettiest guy around with his heavy eye lashes, his closely buzzed head and his crooked nose that had been broken three times, he had the body of a Hercules. A particularly enormous Hercules. A 346 pound hunk of massive muscle type of Hercules. Not the kind of guy you’d want to meet in a dark alley but there was no requirement to have a pretty face to be a great football player. He still had three years of eligibility left at Orchard so he hoped he could improve enough to reach NFL quality.

Then the brunette came out of the bathroom. She had somehow found a pin to try to fix her torn blouse-where do girls keep pins anyway?-and she had her hands down over her crotch trying to be subtle about holding her jeans together where he’d torn the zipper. She obviously hadn’t had a comb with her because her hair was a total mess from when he’d been fucking her face and it gave away any pretense that she hadn’t just got fucked in there. Jock had to look away so she wouldn’t see the big grin on his face. His libido was temporarily satisfied and this was a great start to what he hoped would be a really fun filled salacious trip back home.

Jock thought he was probably the horniest guy on the block because he was always looking for someplace to stick his prick. He was a total fanatic about sex and thought about it constantly, probably every ten seconds, and it was not unusual for him to shoot his load five or six times a day. Hell, even walking down a busy street, he always had his eye out for the perfect specimens, male or female, in which he could plant his dick. And he’d had more quickie blow jobs in downtown alleys than he could count.

Jock discovered when he was only thirteen that people loved to get dominated and fucked by a muscle stud. But then again, he’d had a good teacher because he was barely out of puberty when his so-called step-mother had started fucking him, and she definitely liked it rough. And since she’d got him started he found out that most people expected a guy with muscles like him to be demanding and totally controlling, so the rougher he was on them the better they seemed to like it. And now that he was older and a total muscle god he had an endless stream of guys and girls almost begging to get worked over while he fucked them.

He wasn’t sure if he was straight, gay, or bi-sexual but it really didn’t matter because what he was into was domination fucking. There was just nothing like taking total control of another human being and using them for his own gratification by fucking the shit out of them. He learned early on that his prick was much bigger than most and it was painful for his partners no matter how careful he was. But since they seemed to like it and always begged for more he simply gave up being careful. In fact he learned to love hearing them moan and groan so much that he became a bit sadistic, deliberately abusing them so he could hear them cry and beg, see the pain in their faces and watch them struggle while he screwed them with his big truncheon. There was absolutely nothing like domination fucking.

Even though he was probably bi-sexual, he thought he would give the edge to having sex with guys, because the girls obviously knew they were going to get fucked, and they just seemed to expect him to knock them around a bit. Whereas with the guys some of the them tried to pretend they were butch and act like they didn’t expect to get kicked around so he had to use his strength to get them in the right frame of mind before fucking them, and that was more of a challenge and a hell of a lot more fun than doin the girls, especially if they were muscular studs in their own right. There were few things more satisfying than watching a hunky guy with muscle having a shocked look on his face and whimpering while he forcibly crammed his dick into him. Terrorizing and fucking muscle boys was Jock’s favorite playtime sport.

Because he was the hunkiest muscle stud around campus he had an endless supply of cock hounds coming in and out of his dorm room at school, and was used to getting it morning, noon and night. But now that he was heading home it was going to be only his kid-brother Chris. But that wasn’t too bad because the last time Jock had seen him he had bulked out and was beginning to look like a real hunk. Jock had been fucking him for a couple years now and knew he was going to get his rocks off regularly for the next couple weeks. The kid had learned to be an amazing cocksucker, and could take more abuse than just about any other fuck boy Jock had ever had.

Jock wanted to get away from the U for a couple weeks before school started in earnest, and since his mother was at a convention in Madrid, he decided to visit his father and little brother. Even though they’d moved since his mother walked out on them, they still lived in the same small town and Jock still had friends and acquaintances there. He had fond memories of fucking some of those friends and acquaintances so he definitely planned to get together with some of them while he was here.

Jock hadn’t seen the house before, but as he walked up the front walk, he was impressed. Since his mom wasn’t supporting them any more he’d expected a dump, but it didn’t look bad. He didn’t bother knocking but just opened the door which was unlocked, and walked in dropping his duffle bag by the door.

“Anybody home?” he called. There was silence as he walked through the living room to the hall and then the kitchen. “Hello” he yelled. It was the middle of the day so he assumed the old man was working, but he thought the kid might be here. Jock checked out all the rooms and then headed upstairs. He found the bedroom that must have belonged to Chris and was interested to note that the wall was covered with bodybuilder posters.

“Well, well, well” he said aloud with a smirk on his face. “So Chris is into bodybuilders.” He couldn’t help but laugh aloud. Obviously he’d trained Chris to not only love getting it from a big dick, but also getting it from a big man. Chris was going to be thrilled to see that he was now 346 pounds of muscle and much bigger than the last time he was here, and he was definitely bigger than the guys in the posters on the wall. Even though, as an offensive linesman at the U he was bigger than the bodybuilders, he also had incredible definition, just like them. Jock was truly a spectacular physical specimen. He was looking forward to seeing Chris again and hoped he had bulked out some more because there really was something special about fucking your own little brother particularly when he’s a hunk.

Jock took a quick shower and pulled on his blue gym trunks. He was going to have to figure out where to work out for the next two weeks while he was here. He knew his old football coach would let him workout in the high school weight room but he didn’t know if it was open this summer. He assumed Chris was still working out so he’d probably workout with him. It was always better to have a partner to help shift the weights, and since he intended to turn Chris into his flunkey while he was here anyway, he might as well use him for the workouts as well.

Still no signs of anybody, so Chris wandered out onto the back porch. The first thing that caught his attention was the two kids next door lying on beach towels getting sun tans. Even lying down on his back he could see that the dark one had a fine looking chest and big shoulders. That kid was really built. The other one, the one with the tawny suntan looked to be in good shape as well. He could see that they were both attractive although the dark one looked to be spectacular. Both were obviously very young; younger than he was used too, but -instant erection- they were hot. All of the schmucks he’d used for sex over the past year had been college students, but Jock had no particular objections to going for something younger; hell, he was still a teenager himself, for a couple more months anyway. If they were into puberty and were hot looking they were ready for his cock, and those two looked ready. Really ready, and the growing bulge in his crotch was telling him so.

Then suddenly he came to the realization that the smaller kid was his little brother. The blond one with the light complexion, definitely not little any more, was his brother. And yes, he had bulked up some and was looking good, and his friend looked absolutely fabulous and was a total turn-on. Jock hadn’t put on a jockstrap after his shower, and his giant bludgeon was sticking straight out now trying to tear its’ way out of the gym shorts. Fuck yeah, those kids were hot. He decided right then and there that one way or another, he was going to have two hot young mans working his cock over the next two weeks. However, now was not the time and even though his hormones were raging, he took some deep breaths and started to slowly calm down. His cock began to wilt as he went back into Chris’ bedroom lay down on the bed and immediately went to sleep.

A little later he heard something which woke him and as he opened his eyes he realized it was a moan coming from Chris who was now standing in the doorway. And what a vision he was. He had blossomed into an incredibly spectacular young man; totally built and way more muscular than you’d expect from a kid his age. In fact he was built just like Armand, the running back on the football team, who was one of the hottest guys on campus and Jock’s favorite fuck. Big round muscled caps on his shoulders topped what must have been sixteen inch arms, and his bulging pecs and rippling abs looked like they were made of steel. Jock expected his football buddies whom he fucked to be all muscle, football players always were, but who would have thought that his baby brother would turn into such a jewel. Not only was Chris muscular but he had a movie star face, a tan that wouldn’t quit, and the tight little red speedo he was wearing emphasized one of the hottest asses Jock had ever seen.

“Oooooh fuck” Chris moaned again, barely a whisper and Jock started to get a huge grin on his face. As he got out of the bed and stood up he felt his prick begin to take notice of the gorgeous creature standing before him.

Jock had been fucking Chris for a couple years now, every time he came home, so the kid was perfectly trained to be a genuine slave. Totally obedient, one hundred percent submissive and docile. He looked like he had now put on fifteen or twenty pounds of muscle since then, so Jock wondered if he was still going to be subservient or was he going to have to be retrained. He looked so hunky now that in a way Jock hoped he would put up a fight because taking him down would be very exciting.

Without a word Jock pointed a finger at the floor in front of him, just as he had done many times before. With a big grin on his face he waited to see if Chris was going to be a frisky colt and bolt, or was he going to be a good slave and kneel. As he waited his prick rose up like a cobra pushing the shorts until it was stretched straight out to its’ full nine and a half inches.

Jock could see beads of sweat break out on Chris’ forehead and could see him visibly shaking. Jock actually chuckled aloud as Chris finally stepped forward, got on his knees and bowed his head. Still chuckling, Jock grabbed a handful of Chris’ hair and jerked his head back and just looked at him for a moment. “Pretty boy” he whispered. “My pretty fuck boy.” Then he gathered a wad of saliva and let it drop in Chris’ face hitting him on the forehead.

“Thank you sir” Chris responded softly.

“Louder” Jock ordered.

“Thank you sir” Chris repeated a little louder.

“Pull my shorts down pretty boy” Jock ordered as he let go of Chris’ hair. Chris reached and got a grip on the legs of the shorts and slowly pulled them down allowing the hard rod to slap up against Jock’s muscled belly. Dragging the shorts down over Jock’s massive tree-trunk thighs he pulled them to the floor and then off.

“Kiss my feet” Jock ordered.

“Yes sir. Thank you sir” Chris responded and putting his hands behind his back, began to plant wet kisses on Jock’s feet.

After a couple minutes Jock said: “Lick ’em and suck ’em.”

“Yes sir. Thank you sir” Chris responded. Jock was standing up so Chris couldn’t reach the soles of his feet, but he sucked and licked every inch that he could reach from the arch to the ankle bone, around the heel, up and down the instep and even wedging his tongue between the toes. Moving from one foot to the other Chris knew from experience what Jock wanted and he knew punishment would follow if he wasn’t sufficiently servile and didn’t cover every single inch.

“You hot for my muscles boy?” Jock asked.

“Yes sir. I am sir.”

“Okay. Work your way up.”

“Yes sir. Thank you sir.” Chris moved his tongue to Jock’s ankles and began to lick; slowly working his way up and around the bulging calves to the knees, moving back and forth from one leg to the other being careful to cover every inch with his mouth and tongue. When he finally reached the gargantuan thirty-one inch thighs he laved his tongue up and down the hard bulging muscles. As he got closer to Jock’s crotch he could see that Jock was playing with his dick with one hand, just enough to keep it hard. Then suddenly he felt Jock grab a handful of his hair with one enormous fist and start pulling on it; hard. Very hard.

“Squeal for me bitch. Go on, squeal.” He growled as he twisted Chris’ hair viciously.

“Oow, ow, ow, sir. Please sir” Chris whimpered softly. “Please sir.”

“I said squeal” Jock shouted.

“Yeeeeooooh” Chris yelled as Jock jerked even harder and it felt like he was going to rip his scalp right off. “Please Jock. Please” he screamed. Letting go of his hair, Jock gave him a hard open handed slap across the face knocking him to the floor.

“You’ll call me sir and you’ll thank me” Jock yelled sounding really angry. However, he had a grin on his face; no doubt he was enjoying very much torturing his brother. Nothing made him harder than working a hot stud over before fucking him, and doing it to his brother made it even better. He was loving this.

“Yes sir, I’m sorry sir, thank you sir” Chris blurted out all in one quick breath as he got back up on his knees. Tears were flowing and he was sniffling but he knew he didn’t dare cry because that would make it even worse. “Please sir, I’m sorry sir” he repeated as he leaned forward and started kissing Jock’s massive thighs again. “Thank you sir, thank you sir” he said between kisses.

Grabbing a handful of Chris’ hair again, Jock sat down and then lay down on the bed dragging Chris’ up on the bed on top of him. Putting his head on the pillows he put his hands behind his head and relaxed.

“Get in there and work that pit boy” he ordered. Chris dove into Jock’s right armpit and started licking. “I just took a shower boy so you don’t get the good stuff, so this is just for practice. Now suck and make it feel good.” Developing lots of saliva Chris sucked and licked Jock’s armpit as he’d done many times before.

Actually Chris liked doing a lot of the things that Jock made him do. Big muscles were a terrific turn-on for him; after all he’d been worshiping Brett’s body for weeks now and loving it, and since Jock had bigger muscles than anybody he’d ever seen, it really turned him on. He also liked being dominated and forced to keep his hands behind his back and he enjoyed saying ‘yes sir’ all the time. However, he hated Jock because of his violence. Jock simply couldn’t fuck him without deliberately hurting him. And even though he did everything Jock wanted and was totally obedient and subservient, Jock would always make him suffer anyway.

Right now he crammed his nose into Jock’s armpit while he sucked and licked and tried his damndest to keep him happy so he wouldn’t beat on him anymore.

“My bicep” Jock said.

“Yes sir. Thank you sir” Chris mumbled. Immediately he shifted to Jock’s bicep, slobbering all over it and then rubbing his nose back and forth against it just the way Jock liked it. Jock just let him go at it for a few minutes then spoke again: “now my pecs.”

“Yes sir. Thank you sir.” Chris quickly shifted to Jock’s right pectoral muscle and kissed every inch of it first, followed by immediately sucking and licking it up and down, back and forth and around and around. Only then did to go to the nipple and started biting it gently, but not too gently, hoping he was doing it exactly right so Jock would be satisfied. Then he started over again with the kisses and did the whole routine again.

This went on for several minutes until Jock spoke again: “cleavage”.

“Yes sir. Thank you sir.” Since Jock was so massively muscled with huge pectoral muscles, even lying down on his back, he still had a deep valley between those mounds of muscle. Chris dove in and started slurping up and down that deep cleft and, just like all of his worshiping, he rubbed his face in it getting himself covered with his own saliva. Again, doing it exactly the way Jock had taught him.

“Other side” Jock ordered.

“Yes sir. Thank you sir.” Chris got busy on he left pectoral, covering it with kisses first, then sucking and licking, and finally gnawing and sucking on the large nub.

Although always terrified when he was with Jock, expecting at any moment to get slugged or strangled or otherwise battered, he did get a certain amount of satisfaction knowing he was doing such a good job that Jock didn’t feel the need to punish him. For just about the only time Chris could remember, Jock seemed to be completely satisfied with his struggle to please. And knowing the alternative, Chris would do absolutely anything to keep him satisfied.

“Other arm” Jock murmured. Chris immediately pushed his face into Jock’s left armpit and started slurping up a storm. Jock still seemed completely relaxed with his hands behind his head just letting Chris follow instructions. Loading up Jock’s armpit with spit, Chris rubbed his face up and down through it over and over. He knew that Jock appreciated anything he could do to degrade and demean himself, and the more slavish he was, the better. Chris thought loading up his face and hair with his saliva was pretty damn demeaning.

Finally Jock moved, bringing one hand around, grabbing Chris’ hair and jerking his head up. He just held him there, about a foot above Jock’s face, just looking at him for at least a full minute. Chris was a total mess: his hair matted down, his face red and coated with sweat and spit, and he was panting like he’d just run a marathon. Jock loved it.

“You my bitch baby?” he asked with a smirk.

“Yes sir, I’m your bitch” Chris answered through his panting. “Yes sir. Yes sir.” Jock got a wad of saliva together and spit up into Chris’ face, splattering it all over.

“Thank you sir” Chris answered immediately. “Thank you sir.”

“Yeah you love it;” Jock chuckled “you love your big brother being back in town. You’ve missed me haven’ t you boy?”

“Yes sir Jock. Yes sir. I’ve missed you. I’ve missed you.” Jock developed another wad of saliva and spit into Chris’ face again.

“Thank you sir.”

“For what?”

“Thank you sir for spitting on me sir” Chris answered breathlessly beginning to expect some kind of punishment. “Thank you sir” he repeated.

“Get on my abs” Jock ordered as he let go of Chris’ hair. Sliding down Jock’s thighs slightly Chris started licking the hard ridges of Jock’s abdominals. Moving back and forth over the hills and valleys of the muscled washboard Chris kissed and licked every inch over and over waiting for further directions. Jock didn’t say a word for quite a while so Chris started developing more saliva and rubbing his face in it again, trying to degrade himself for Jock’s pleasure.

Then, finally, Jock reached down grabbing Chris by the chin and pushing his thumb into his mouth and forced his head down. Grabbing his very hard prick with his other hand he took aim and pushed it into Chris’ mouth. Chris’ eyes shot open in surprise because he knew how hard it was to take the monster all by itself, without a thumb being in there as well. But Jock removed his thumb almost immediately, put his other hand behind Chris’ head, and in one fell swoop, pushed down, forcing the immense pole deep into his throat. Chris had taken it many times before but it had been months, and besides the mammoth tool nearly strangled him every time anyway.

Jock didn’t believe in ever making anything easy so as he held Chris down on his cock, he raised his hand and slammed him on the back of the head forcing his bludgeon even deeper and cramming Chris’ face into his crotch. Because of Jock’s enormous strength Chris knew from experience he couldn’t get away, so even though he felt like he was being strangled, he forced himself to keep his hands behind his back and simply endure the pain and lack of oxygen until Jock decided to let him up.

After thirty or forty seconds, Jock jerked his head up by a handful of hair. As Chris gasped desperately for breath, Jock gave him a not very gentle open handed slap to the face immediately followed by a backhand on the other side.

“Suck my cock little boy” he growled. “Suck it.” Still holding Chris’ hair he crammed him back down on his massive shaft and brought his hips up to meet him. Chris’ cheeks stung, his nose felt like it was being crushed against a stone wall, and the huge ramrod seemed to be jammed into his gullet deeper than ever before. He couldn’t scream; he couldn’t breathe; he couldn’t even think; he just wanted to survive.

After another thirty or forty seconds Jock finally let him up, pulling his head up so just the tip of the humongous prick was still in his mouth. Chris was frantically gasping for breath but he was also moving his tongue, trying to let Jock know that he’d suck as soon as he could get his breath.

“Suck it you little shit” Jock growled as he gave his hair a good jerk. Continuing his desperate attempt to get his breath back and keep Jock happy at the same time, Chris closed his mouth over the cock and started sucking on it, breathing only through his nose. He knew what was required and he knew Jock didn’t care how much he struggled, so he forced himself to start jacking the big cock in and out of his mouth. He could only hope that he could keep Jock satisfied temporarily so he wouldn’t get even more violent.

Beginning to get himself back under control, Chris started sucking and licking as he took the cock in until it hit against the opening of his throat. He knew his only salvation was to make it good enough to get Jock really hot and bring him off as soon as possible.

“You suck cock way better than your mom little boy” Jock said with a snicker. “She ain’t a bad cocksucker but she ain’t like you.” As it sunk in what Jock said Chris was shocked, horrified, and outraged, but not for a single millisecond did he stop his sucking. Right now he had something much more important on his mind than thinking about Jock fucking his mom. All he could think of was when he was going to get his next breath.

Jock was well aware that he was a bit of a bastard and way too rough on his bitches but he didn’t give a shit since he knew that with his strength he could do anything he wanted. Of course they didn’t have any choice in the matter but he found that the nastier he was the better they seemed to like it, so he just kept getting rougher and more abusive all the time. And of course molesting and terrorizing them was much more thrilling for him, giving him incredible hard-ons, so knocking them around made for super-hot sex. Having a guy prostrating himself in complete obeisance, begging and crying to be allowed to worship him and get fucked by a him, and then using him like a piece of tissue to be thrown away after use, was the most erotic thing imaginable and absolutely exhilarating. It made him feel like a god. And what really turned Jock into a depraved glutton for domination sex, was that after he abused them and fucked them and treated them like shit, they almost always came back for more. They were not only aroused and in total awe of his titanic muscles, but most of them had this fantasy of being raped by a huge demigod like him so they craved being used and abused. He just knew they wouldn’t be happy if he wasn’t hurting them. It was pretty damn amazing but also pretty damn satisfying.

Of course his ‘pretty boy’ brother didn’t have the option of saying no to him so short of strangling the kid, there was no limit on how rough he could get. But what was really impressing him so far was that even though he knew he was being absolutely brutal, Chris was taking the abuse like a pro and continuing to give great head. None of his bitches had ever taken this kind of violence and still managed to continue giving a decent blow job. Jock had to smile with relish as he realized that this visit home was going to be something extra special this year.

Grabbing Chris by the hair again, Jock jerked his head up off his dick and forcing him to look up at him. “Yeah baby brother. Your mom gives good head, but there ain’t nobody does it as good as you,” Jock just stared at him for a moment or so. “That was a compliment boy” he said. “I said you suck better’n your mom. Better’n your dad too for that matter.”

“Yes sir. Thank you sir” Chris gasped without even thinking as he looked fearfully into his brother’s face.

“Thank me for what?”

“Thank you…. Ahhh…. Thank you for the compliment sir. Thank you.”

“Say it bitch. Say it. Tell me your mom and dad don’t suck my cock like you do.”

“Jock. Please.” And Jock hit him; with his fist; knocking him completely off the bed onto the floor. “Yeeeaaaoooh” Chris screamed in pain.

“You’re forgetting your place you little shit” Jock growled at him as he set up on the side of the bed. “Kiss my feet and tell me you’re sorry.” When Chris didn’t move immediately he screamed: “KISS MY FEET.” Chris was dazed from the blow but when Jock screamed he came to his senses. Climbing to his knees he bent down and started giving Jock’s feet soft gentle kisses.

“Apologize” Jock ordered.

Without stopping his kisses, Chris spoke up: “I’m -(kiss)- sorry – (kiss)- Jock – (kiss)- sir – (kiss). I’m – (kiss)- sorry –(kiss) – sir – (kiss).

“Okay. Stop” Jock ordered. “Look up at me.” Chris looked up at his massively muscled nemesis. Jock was jacking his enormous prick with one hand as he grabbed Chris’ head with the other. Jerking his head back Jock dropped another big dollop of spit into his face hitting him on the nose and upper lip. Chris knew better than to touch it so he just stared up into Jock’s face and kept his hands clasped behind his back.

“Thank you sir” Chris said weeping softly. “Thank you sir.”

“Tell me you love sucking my dick” Jock directed.

“I love sucking your dick sir” Chris whimpered.

“Tell me you’re happy you suck me better’n your mom or dad.” Jock couldn’t help but grin as he waited for Chris to respond. He figured there couldn’t be a bigger put-down that a kid calling his mom and dad cocksuckers.

Giving into the inevitable, Chris responded in kind: “I’m…. I’m…. I’m happy I suck you better’n my mom or dad.”

“Good boy” Jock laughed aloud and gave Chris a couple love taps on his sore cheek. “Way to go. Now get back on my cock and do your job.” As Jock let go of his hair Chris leaned in and started sucking Jock’s big prick. Jock still had his hand on it, stroking it gently, but at well over nine inches, there was plenty of cock left over for Chris to suck on.

Chris had gotten his breath back by now and wasn’t being beaten on or forced at the moment, so he started really concentrating on bringing Jock off. He knew the quicker he brought him off, the quicker the pain would stop.

“Deeper” Jock ordered after a bit as he removed his hand from the big shaft. Chris immediately started taking more cock into his mouth, thrusting in and out, jamming it right up against the back of his throat with each thrust. He could suck better this way and he wanted to get Jock super-hot and bothered before he was forced to start deep throating again.

“Oh yeah my pretty little cock sucker” Jock murmured. “Suck your daddy’s prick. Make love to it baby.” Jock actually let him go at it at his own speed for several minutes which was quite unusual so Chris knew he must be doing a great job.

But finally, and inevitably, Jock started panting so Chris knew he was almost there. And, no surprise, Jock took over, gripping Chris’ head with one jumbo sized hand and started cramming his cock in as deep as it would go. Chris knew he could handle it; he’d done it many times before, so he just closed his eyes and concentrated on trying to catch a breath whenever possible.

Jock was panting now and groaning softly so Chris knew he was close, but there was nothing he could do but just hold on for dear life until Jock finished fucking his face and decided to cum.

“Yeeeaaah. Yeeeaaah. Fuck yeeeaaah” Jock finally screamed as he expelled his first spurt deep into Chris’ esophagus. Chris’ face was crushed into Jock’s crotch and held there by the prodigious strength of Jock’s arm and he couldn’t move or breath as Jock fired two or three more times into his gullet.

“Yeeeaaah baby” Jock yelled again as he pulled Chris’ head back and fired his final shots of cum into Chris’ face. “Ohhhh yeeeaaah.” Chris had prepared as well as he could, but even so, he had nearly blacked out from lack of oxygen, and now as he hacked and coughed and took big gasping breaths he actually felt lucky to still be alive. His throat hurt like hell, his cheeks stung like crazy, and his eye hurt and was probably going to be black and blue from where Jock had slugged him. But he had survived.

Jock lay back on the bed just relaxing and getting his breath back, but Chris didn’t move from his position on his knees. He was beginning to breathe normally but he didn’t even try to wipe his face or even move, but kept his hands behind his back waiting for Jock to give him leave. Again, from experience and from previous beatings, Chris knew exactly what Jock expected of him.

“We’re going to have good times baby” Jock said as he finally sat up with a big grin on his face. “I’ve got two weeks here so you and me are going to have a lot of fun. Let’s go take a shower.” Chris followed Jock into the bath and after washing and drying Jock, he did the same to himself.

When he came down to the living room in the nude per Jock’s order, Jock was just sitting in the easy chair, also nude and just waiting for him. “You happy to see me baby brother?” he asked with a big grin.

“Ahhh…. yes sir” Chris answered as he got on his knees in front of him. Chris was a total freak where muscles were concerned, and Jock had the biggest most massive, most defined muscles he’d ever seen or even imagined on a human being. Just looking at his massive body sent his pleasure centers into sensory overload. If Jock hadn’t been such a self-centered bastard and so damn sadistic Chris would have been salivating just to be near him. “Yes sir. I’m happy to see you sir” he repeated.

“You fuckin liar” Jock said with a laugh. “When I’m fucking you boy, you call me sir. For now it’s just Jock.”

“Yes sir Jock. I mean, yes Jock.”

“You look pretty damn good kid. You’ve really bloomed since last year.”

“Thank you sir, errrr…. Jock. I work out a lot now, just like you told me.”

“Good boy, it really shows. So where is that wimp of a father of yours?”

“Ahhh…. he’s working Jock. He won’t be back until about six.”

“You know he’s a wimp, right? A total pansy?”

“Ahhh…. well…. actually. Ahhh…. Jock…. ahhh…. he’s my dad.”

“Yeah he’s your dad, but he’s still a fuckin wimp. I may have exaggerated about him sucking my dick” Jock said with a laugh. “He damn near had a heart attack and went into convulsions when I first wagged my big pecker in his face. But to tell you the truth it was fun just scaring the shit out of him. He damn near wets his pants every time he sees me now. I’m actually looking forward to seeing him again.” Jock laughed some more. “Yeah, he is such a fuckin wuss. And believe it or not little brother, your Mom laughed her ass off when I told her.”

“What? You told her? You told her you tried to fuck him?”

“Hell yes I told her. Whether you know it or not she’s been fucking me since before I even knew what cum was all about. She loved hot rough sex and said I had the biggest prick she’d ever seen. She was wild about it. But she knew your old man was a wimp from day one. She told me she was always on top when they were fucking and it was the most boring sex she ever had. Why do you think she was never home?”

“Jock. You’re making this up” Chris said.

“I’ll come over there and kick your ass little boy” Jock said but he was laughing when he said it. “So watch it. Now, tell me about that kid you were sunning with a while ago.”

“That’s Brett, our next door neighbor.”

“And a real hunk from what I could see. You fuckin him?” Chris started to turn red in embarrassment, and didn’t know what to say. He didn’t want to admit he was gay to his brother, but he was afraid to lie to him.

“Ahhh….”

“You are fuckin him aren’t you?” Jock said with a chuckle. “Hell yes you’re fuckin him, I can see it in your face. I’ll be damned, my little brother’s a faggot after all.”

“Ahhh…. Jock….”

“It’s okay little brother, I don’t care. You can be a fag if you want. Hell, maybe I’m a fag too. I have to admit there ain’t nothin quite like hot boy ass.” Jock reached down and groped himself as he laughed. “Oh yeah, ain’t nothin like screwing hot boy ass.” Chris just looked at him realizing there was no way to keep anything like this away from Jock.

“Ahhh…. yeah Jock. I’m gay. I know it now. I’ve known it since last year.”

“You think I couldn’t tell?” Jock laughed. “You suck cock like a pro little brother, and I know from experience; lots of experience” he laughed again “there ain’t no doubt that fags give better head than straights.”

“So, tell me about this kid next door” Jock asked. “He’s a good fuck, right?”

“Ahhh…. Jock…. please. Please. Don’t” Chris begged. “Please don’t go there.”

“What the hell” Jock laughed. “He your lover little brother? You in love?”

“Jock please. Brett’s a great guy.”

“I’ll bet he’s a great guy. I’ll bet he’s a great fuck too.” Jock laughed some more. “Oh man, that is so hot, you having a lover and a real pretty one too. Well, luckily anything belongs to you belongs to me and I don’t let pretty ones like that get away anyhow.”

“Jock, please. I’ll do anything you want. Anything. Please leave him alone.”

Before Chris could even blink, Jock reached forward and grabbed him by the throat. “You telling me what to do baby brother? Huh?”

“Ugggh” was all Chris could come out with because Jock was crushing his larynx with one big hand. “Ugggh” he choked again.

“You don’t ever; not ever, even think of telling me what to do boy” Jock said watching Chris’ face turn bright red. “Now apologize” he ordered as he let go of Chris’ throat.

“I’m sorry sir” Chris gasped out. “Sorry sir. I’m very sorry sir.”

“Now I’m going to fuck your boyfriend” Jock said as he reached down and pulled Chris’ head up. “That okay with you?”

Obviously that was a rhetorical question since Chris knew how he had to answer, but he hesitated for as long as he dared before answering. “Ahhh…. ahhh…. yes sir. Yes Jock sir; that’s okay by me.”

“I fucked a bitch on the plane and I’ve fucked you, but I’m still horny” Jock said staring into Chris’ eyes. “Go get him and bring him over here. I’ll let you watch while I fuck him.”

“Yes sir Jock sir.”

“And you don’t tell him I’m here. You just come up with some excuse to get him over here.’

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Brett was sitting in front of his computer wearing shorts and a wife beater when Chris walked into his bedroom. Chris was now wearing shorts and shirt as well. “What the fuck happened to you?” Brett asked as he turned and saw Chris’ bruised cheeks and swollen eye. “Jesus, you look like you got hit by a truck.”

“My brother’s back” Chris said.

“Oh shit. The monster came back hey?”

“He’s only been here a couple hours and he’s already beat the shit out of me and fucked me.”

“You wanna call the cops?”

“No Brett. I can’t” Chris responded looking teary eyed. “I just can’t. But I don’t know what to do.”

“Well first of all, you gotta get out of the house. You’ll stay here with me while he’s here.”

“Okay, that’s good. But Brett; he saw you out in the yard with me and he says he’s gonna fuck you.”

“Well he can say anything he damn well pleases, but I can tell you it ain’t gonna happen. No way.”

“Right now he told me to talk you into coming over to my house. He ordered me to bring you over.”

“He is a total asshole isn’t he? An unconscionable arrogant asshole. He thinks he can do anything he wants. Well, we’ve got to show him that he can’t.”

“He really worked me over Brett” Chris said with a sob. “I just can’t take it anymore.”

“Well, don’t you worry. You’re not going to take it anymore” Brett said as he stood up. “Come on; let’s go talk to the asshole.”

“You can’t Brett. You can’t.” Chris was shocked. “You simply can’t. You don’t understand how big he is. You can’t possibly stand up to him.”

“We’ll see about that” Brett said as he took Chris by the arm and headed out the door.

When Brett and Chris entered Chris’ living room Jock was setting in the easy chair with a magazine, but was now wearing Orchard University shorts and tank top. Brett was expecting Jock to be big from what Chris had told him, but even so, he could only marvel at the guy’s astonishing physique. He was simply beyond belief.

“I hear you’re a son-of-a-bitch” was the first thing out of Brett’s mouth.

“Yeah, I’ve heard that too” Jock said with a laugh as he looked up. “My real mom was a drug addict and died when I was a baby and my step-mom’s been fucking me for years, so I suppose I am a son-of-a-bitch.” Jock put his magazine down. “I take it you’re Brett.”

Brett pushed Chris down on the sofa, sat next to him, and put his arm around him. “Yeah I’m Brett. And I’m here to tell you that Chris belongs to me and you’re going to leave him alone from now on.”

“Well, well, well” Jock laughed. “Another son-of-a-bitch; a brazen one at that. Are you the guy that’s going to stop me?”

“No, you’re going to do it all on your own” Brett answered. “I don’t intend to tangle with you, but I intend to convince you to behave.”

Jock really started laughing now. “Shit, you’re going to teach me how to behave? You? Cute little muscle boy like you?”

“Just tell me why you beat on Chris? What’s he ever done to you?”

“Hey man” Jock said, still laughing, “he’s a great fuck. And there ain’t much of anyone else around here. I’m used to getting it half a dozen times a day at college so he’s going to get a lot of my attention while I’m here.”

“Okay so he’s a great fuck. But you deliberately try to hurt him. Why?”

“Hey kid. He’s my brother. I own him. And besides, he likes it.”

“I just told you, you don’t own him. He belongs to me. So pay attention.”

“You’re on dangerous ground little boy. You better watch it.”

“Okay big man, now that I have your complete attention I can tell you Chris likes to fuck. He likes to get fucked. But nobody likes getting the shit kicked out of them. Nobody. So where do you get off beating him up?”

“I told you, he’s my brother” Jock growled, beginning to get angry. “I can do what I want with him.”

“Yeah? Is that right?” Brett growled right back. “But Chris tells me you beat everybody up. Why’s that?”

“Hey man, that’s my style. I go for hot sex. People see these muscles they just expect me to be a little rough. I just give them what they want.”

“A little rough? Is that what you said? A little rough? Bullshit. Beating the crap out of Chris is not being a little rough. And that sure’s hell is not what he wants.”

“Okay so I’m a little rougher on Chris than others. But he expects it.”

“Yes he expects it. He expects it because you’re a son-of-a-bitch. But he doesn’t want it and he sure’s hell doesn’t like it. Tell him Chris.”

Chris had been following the conversation as Brett kept his arm protectively around him, holding him tight. He was still fearful, for Brett and for himself. “Jock” he said “Look at me. I’m probably going to have a black eye tomorrow. How can you do this to me?”

“Oh shit Chris” Jock said, almost looking apologetic and then ruined it by developing a big grin. “I just get carried away sometimes, particularly with you. You’ve always been a hot fuck. And now that you’ve turned into such a stud, it’s even better. And you guys are making me horny by just setting here.”

“Well, fuck you too” Brett said angrily. “I’m telling you that that’s all over and you aren’t going to hurt Chris again.”

“You’re beginning to annoy me little boy” Jock sneered at him as he stood up. “You don’t tell me what I can do and what I can’t do.”

“I didn’t say you couldn’t fuck him” Brett said evenly, still remaining completely calm and collected. “I said you couldn’t hurt him. There’s a real difference.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. If you’ll set down and listen I’ll tell you how it is.”

“Okay, you’ve got one minute and then I tear you a new asshole” Jock growled as he sat back down. “Go ahead. Tell me.”

“Ahhh…. Brett?” Chris spoke up.

“Shut up Chris” Brett ordered. “Just listen.”

“Okay, here it is man” Brett said to Jock. “You’re incredibly hot. I never even imagined that anybody could have muscles like yours, and I can tell you, I’m totally into muscles. But Chris and I ain’t no slackers. I know muscles and so does Chris. I know what you’ve gone through to get that incredible body.”

“So?” Jock said with a grin, definitely enjoying the compliments. “Go on.”

“Okay, so I’m used to guys worshiping me. Hell, you can see I’m a fuckin Adonis. Everybody calls me Adonis and there ain’t nobody around who’s got a face and body like mine. The kids at school climb all over each other just trying to get my attention, and I pick and choose who I fuck. But you; big man like you. I’ll bet they lay down in front of you and beg you to let them kiss your feet.”

“Hey man, that’s the way it goes” Jock said with a laugh. “They fuckin compete with each other to see who’s the best ass kisser. And after I let them kiss my ass I make them beg for my cock. And they do; they always do. You may think you’re an Adonis, but you ain’t had even half the muscle boy ass that I have.”

“Maybe most of them beg to kiss your ass big man, but Chris is not begging, and neither am I. But….” Brett hesitated…. and then repeated: “But….”

Jock waited but then finally asked: “But what?”

“But…. you are really hot. I’m hot for you. I’ll bet Chris is too. At least he would be if he knew you weren’t going to try to kill him. But….”

“Get to the goddamn point. But what?” Jock snarled.

“I’m willing to worship that hot bod and your big cock if you promise to keep your hands off of me. You just lay back and enjoy it and I’ll do all the work.”

“Sorry babe” Jock said with a chuckle. “That ain’t my style. I’m always in control, and hell, half the fun of fucking a guy is slapping him around a little getting him ready for my prick.”

“Well, there’s a first time for everything” Brett answered. “Chris said you wanted me. Well, I’m making you an offer. You keep your hands off me and I’ll give you one hell of a good time. And, I’ll even throw Chris into the deal.”

“Hey, wait a minute” Chris said looking startled.

“Shut up Chris” Brett whispered in his ear. “You’re just as hot for those muscles as I am, so just shut up.”

“Okay, I’m interested” Jock said. “So, how is this going to work.”

“Well first, you let me tie you up” Brett said with a grin. “Then….”

“You’ve got to be fuckin kidding” Jock said, interrupting him. “There ain’t no way you’re tying me up.”

“Okay, okay” Brett laughed. “So we don’t tie you up. But imagine this. Look at my kisser. I mean really look at me” he said with a big grin on his face. “I know you ain’t never seen nobody looks like me. Now, just imagine lookin down and seeing me in your crotch with your prick in my mouth. Can you picture that?”

“Okay pretty boy; Adonis boy, I get the point” Jock said. “Yeah. That makes for a real pretty picture.”

“Well, first of all, let me show you what you’ll be getting” Brett said as he stood up and removed his wife beater and his shorts, tossing them to Chris, leaving him standing there only in his jockstrap. Brett knew the compulsories backwards and forwards since he performed them hundreds of times in front of his bedroom mirrors, so he went through them now, gracefully moving from one pose to the next. Starting with the front double biceps, pumping up his huge arms, Brett moved smoothly to the front lat spread and then to the side chest, followed by the back double biceps, the back lat spread, the side triceps, and finally the abdominal-thigh isolation showing his perfectly defined muscles in all their glorious perfection. And then for an encore and holding each pose for only a second or two, he went through all seven poses a second time. He got a huge grin when he saw that Jock’s jaw had dropped down, his mouth was open, and he was almost drooling in lust.

“Tell me this doesn’t make you hot?”

“Show me your ass babe” Jock said, trying to pretend he wasn’t totally turned on. “That’s what I’m interested in.”

“Bullshit. You talk constantly about hunky guys, husky guys, guys with muscle; you’re as turned on to my muscles as I am to yours and you damn well know it.”

“Alright, so you’re a hunky number for a little guy. And, okay, so I know why they call you Adonis. You are pretty goddamn spectacular.”

“So, you’re going to admit I turn you on, hey? Well, what do you want to do? You wanna touch?”

“Don’t get carried away with yourself kid. I fuck pretty boys like you all the time.”

“Somehow I doubt that babe” Brett said with a grin. “You damn well know I’m special, and you damn well know you want me. Hell, I can see that tent pole in your shorts. So, why not admit it.”

“Okay, so I want you. You’re fuckin hot. But you know I usually take what I want.”

“Yeah, I know. But not this time. Definitely not this time. This time I make the rules.”

“Okay, so tell me. What have I gotta do?”

“You’ve gotta promise to behave. You don’t force us to do anything. You wanna touch the merchandise; you do it nicely and gently.”

“So what do I get if I’m a good boy?” Jock said with a laugh.

“Hey, I’m hot for you man. I want to lick every inch of that incredible body of yours. I know Chris is hot for you too. You let us do our thing and we’ll promise to give you a good time. Otherwise, we’re leaving and Chris is staying at my house while you’re here.”

“Okay, okay, so I’ll go for it” Jock said licking his lips in anticipation. “Let’s do it. I’m ready.”

“Oh shit, I’m ready too” Brett said as he started to get excited. Of course Brett had never worshiped anybody before since he was always surrounded by ass-kissers begging to be allowed to worship him, but there was a first time for everything, and Jock was unquestionably the most spectacular muscle man he’d ever seen. This guy had the biggest and most gorgeous body on the planet which made Brett weak in the knees with desire, and he was willing to do most anything just to be able to rub his hands over those muscles. Here was a man totally deserving of worship. “Chris where’s that body oil you’ve been using?”

“Ahhh…. it’s in your backyard Brett” Chris answered.

“Jock; you wanna get worshiped outdoors?” Brett said. “It’s totally private; nobody can see anything, although I bet you’d like to do it in public.”

“Hey man, I love an audience. My roommates at college love to watch” Jock laughed “and I let them join in sometimes. The more the merrier.”

“Okay, let’s go” Brett said as he put his shorts on, pulled Chris to his feet, and headed out the door.

Brett’s backyard was just a lawn surrounded by a tall hedge. In the middle there was a large bed sheet and two beach towels where Brett and Chris had been sunning themselves earlier. Next to the towels were a couple empty soda cans, some magazines, and four different flavors of edible body oil. All four bottles of oil were half empty signifying their regular use.

“Which do you want to use” Brett asked Chris. “The lemon or the strawberry?”

“The strawberry stinks to high heaven” Chris laughed “but it sure does taste good. But my favorite is cherry; it’s not quite so strongly flavored as the others.’

“Okay, cherry it is” Brett said, picking up the bottle and handing it to Chris. “Jock, let us uncover those incredible muscles of yours and we’ll give you an oil massage that will drive you mad.”

“Let’s get to it man. I’m ready” Jock said as he reached down and groped the big rod that was pushing his shorts out like a tent. Brett walked over to him, leaned in and kissed Jock’s right un-flexed bicep and gave it a quick lick. Then he did the same to the left bicep.

“You’re fuckin beautiful man” he swooned. Then taking hold of Jock’s tank top at the waist, he pulled it up, and as Jock raised his arms, pulled it over his head.

Chris was standing back just watching, not sure whether he should participate or not. Actually, he’d never really looked at Jock as a sex object before because he’d always associated him with pain. Now it seemed that Brett was not going to allow Jock to hurt him, so for the first time he began to realize what a really spectacular body Jock had. Muscles upon muscles upon muscles. And watching Brett standing there lusting over Jock’s body was an incredible turn-on, and he was definitely getting hard in his shorts.

“Come here Chris” Brett said and Chris stepped over. Putting his hand behind Chris’ head, Brett pushed his face into Jock’s left pec. “Kiss it babe. Big wet kiss.” As Chris kissed Jock’s left pec, Brett kiss the right one.

Jock groaned softly as the two boys kissed his enormous pectoral muscles.

“How’s that man?” Brett asked as he stepped back and looked up in Jock’s face. “The two hottest guys in town kissing your hot pecs.”

“Fuckin hot man” Jock groaned; “fuckin hot.”

“Help me here Chris” Brett said as he got down on his knees in front of Jock. “Let’s get these shorts off of him.” Brett grabbed one side of the shorts and Chris the other and they pulled them down and off. Then grabbing Jock’s jockeys, they pulled them off as well.

“I guess you’re hot to trot” Brett said with a laugh as Jock’s big cock bounced out in his face, almost fully hard. “Oh yeah, you’re ready.” As an automatic action, almost involuntary, Jock grabbed Brett by the hair and pulled him into his crotch.

“Whoa man” Brett shouted. “Whoa. Stop it!” Putting his hands against Jock’s thighs Brett pushed hard, forcing his head back. “Remember the deal man.”

“Okay, sorry” Jock said with a laugh as he let go of Brett’s hair. “That was instinctive. I always do that.” Jock may have been laughing, but Brett wasn’t. In fact he was pissed.

“We have an agreement god damn it” he howled. “I make the rules this time, and you keep you damn hands to yourself.”

“Okay, okay” Jock said as he continued laughing. “I’m sorry man. I’m sorry. Come on, it was an accident.”

“Alright” Brett said, calming down a little. “But let’s not have any more accidents.”

“Okay” Jock said still chuckling. “I promise. No more accidents.”

“Good” Brett said, slightly mollified. “Okay, strip time Chris.” He and Chris both stripped down to just their socks. Brett’s fully hard nine inch rod banged up against his belly. Grabbing his own cock in one hand and Jock’s with the other, Brett started massaging them gently. “Pretty hefty piece of meat you’ve got there man” he said. “Almost comparable to mine.”

Jock let out a guffaw. “That little weenie of yours?” he said. “Wait till mine gets hard.”

“Hey, I’m not criticizing man; you’ve got a pretty tool here. But look at mine. Pretty big hey?”

“Okay, so you’ve got a nice one. But you wanna see a big one you just wait until I’m completely hard.”

“Go ahead and feel it” Brett said as he took hold of Jock’s right hand and pulled it over to his cock. “This is what a killer nine incher feels like. Go ahead.” With Brett holding his hand, Jock gripped Brett’s shaft and stroked it a couple times before he let go.

“Okay, I said you got a nice one, but only nine inches? Only nine?” he said with a laugh. “Hell, mine’s that big when it’s soft.”

“Yeah, right, tell me about it” Brett laughed. “So we’ll measure ’em later on. You ever sucked a cock Jock? Cock Jock. Jock cock” he laughed again.

“Hell no I ain’t sucked no cock” Jock said. “Jock don’t suck cock” he said with a snicker.

“You ever want to suck a cock? You wanna suck a nice one like mine?”

“Hell no I don’t.”

“You liar” Brett said with a laugh. “Every guy has fantasies about sucking cock. Mostly about big ones. Like mine.”

“Hey man, that ain’t me” Jock said with a chuckle. “I fantasize about fucking, and only fucking.”

“Bullshit” Brett said, really laughing now. “I know that ain’t true. Hell, just the way you’ve been looking at me makes that a lie. You’re totally turned on to me man. Hell, you can’t keep your eyes off my cock.”

“Wishful thinking little boy” Jock laughed. “Wishful thinking.”

“We’ll see about that” Brett said. Brett had his own ideas about Jock sucking cock, but he wasn’t ready to say anything out loud yet. Not yet.

“Okay, now go lie down on the towel and let us oil up those muscles of yours. And to keep your hands out of trouble, pretend that you’re wearing handcuffs.”

“Okay. Alright already” Jock said as he lay down on the beach towel and clasped his hands behind his head. “So I’m wearing handcuffs. Okay?” Chris poured some of the oil on Jock’s hulking chest and he and Brett starting gently rubbing it over the massive pectoral muscles. Sharing the oil between them, Chris and Brett smoothed the oil on Jock’s shoulders, moving to his biceps and triceps, then his forearms, and finally back to his chest and down to his abdominals.

“Oh shit, you are incredible” Brett moaned as he rubbed his hands over the titanic muscles. Both he and Chris, and Jock as well, were fully hard and dripping pre-cum. Chris didn’t say anything but he was making humming sounds in the back or his throat and kept licking his lips as he spread the oil. As much as he thought he hated Jock for beating him up and raping him, he was so into muscles that he couldn’t help but be turned on to this phenomenal block of powerful virile humanity. He wanted to lick every inch of these incredible muscles.

Jock just lay back completely relaxed with a big grin on his face as he looked down and watched the two beautiful muscle boys caressing his body. He had to admit that this was starting out really well even though he hadn’t taken control of the action. He decided that Brett really did know how to pleasure a man.

Moving down from Jock’s abdominals, the boys continued spreading the oil, taking turns and giving extra special attention to his cock and balls; not enough to bring Jock off but just enough to keep him excited and on the edge as they spread the oil. Continuing on down, they massaged the massive thighs, then the calves and finally the feet.

“Okay so far big man?” Brett asked as he looked up into Jock’s eyes.

“Oh yeah” Jock gushed. “Keep going.”

“Turn over man. Let us do your back.” Jock rolled over and Brett and Chris continued oiling him up, going from his feet up his legs to his hot hard ass and on up to his neck. “Back over now man” Brett said, “and flex those huge biceps for us.” Jock rolled over and flexed his arms. Brett and Chris dove in, one on each arm, and started licking the cherry flavored oil off of Jock’s twenty inch biceps.

“That’s it kids” Jock swooned. “Worship my biceps. Oh yeah, work on those motherfuckers.” Brett and Chris licked and sucked and kissed every inch of the humongous mounds of muscle while Jock kept crunching them, trying to make them even bigger. After several minutes on the biceps, the boys gradually moved up to the rounded shoulders and then to the traps, and finally, finally down to Jock’s most impressive feature, his gargantuan slabs of pectoral muscle. Both boys started moaning and groaning as they slobbered over that titanic chest.

“Ohhh….shit, ohhh….shit, ohhh….shit” Chris muttered, totally overwhelmed as he licked and kissed and worshiped Jock’s pecs. Brett was not only kissing and licking on his side but rubbing his nose and face against the hard muscle in complete ecstasy, totally making love to it. Two gorgeous muscle hounds and one hulky demigod, all of them intoxicated with worshiping and being worshiped.

All good things must come to an end, so after many long minutes worshiping the pecs and then nibbling on the tits for a bit, the boys started licking Jock’s rugged abdominals, and heading down towards his crotch. Brett and Chris seemed to be of one mind since they seemed to be working in perfect tandem on either side of Jock’s body. As they reached his crotch they both dove in and started licking his balls, allowing the enormous prick to bounce back and forth between their noses. Then, perfectly together, they started kissing up and down either side of Jock’s steel hard prick. First kissing and then licking, matching their movements up and down Jock’s nine plus inches.

Jock, of course, had not kept his hands behind his head, but had moved them down to his sides, but so far, with great difficulty; he had kept himself from grabbing the boy’s heads and taking control. Brett leaned over and gave Chris a kiss on the lips, and then took hold of Jock’s prick, took aim, and pushed it into Chris’ mouth. “Do a good job” he whispered, for Chris’ ears only. Then he got up on his knees, took hold of Jock’s right hand and pulled it into his crotch.

“Feel this Jock” he uttered. “Big hard cock. Totally hot for you. Go ahead and feel it. Rub it for me man.” Brett held Jock’s hand against his dripping cock until Jock finally started fondling it. Continuing to hold his hand Brett then got him started squeezing it and working it back and forth. Jock was pretty far gone since Chris was doing wonderful things to his prick and Brett was going crazy with lust as this giant started jerking him off. But Brett was just getting started; he definitely had other things in mind for Jock to do with his prick.

Jock had his eyes closed now and was groaning in ecstasy as a very talented Chris sucked his big shaft. He hardly seemed to notice when Brett climbed up on top of him and started jacking his cock up and down within the cleavage between his prodigious pectorals.

“Oh fuck yeah” Brett said with relish as he grabbed Jock’s big rounded shoulders and continued humping his tool in the deep cleavage. “Big goddamn muscle man” he mumbled. Brett took note that Jock was groaning even louder now and humping his crotch up against Chris’ face, totally bewitched by what Chris was doing to him.

“Okay Chris; take him deep” Brett ordered. “All the way man.” Then Jock’s whole body shuddered as Chris forced the giant prick deep into his throat, driving him to stratospheric heights of delight and euphoria. Brett took advantage of Jock’s distraction to climb up onto his chest putting his knees on his shoulders and dropping his cock into his face. Jock’s eyes flew open in surprise but he was still gasping and groaning with pleasure as he looked up at Brett.

“You wanted this man” Brett said giving Jock one of his devastating smiles. “Here’s your chance to try it. Big hard cock just waiting for you. Go ahead and take a taste.” Sticking his thumb into Jock’s mouth forcing it open, Brett let his big boner slide in. Nirvana! Brett almost screamed aloud when Jock actually started sucking on it!!! It just seemed to be a totally automatic response from Jock to suck it. Completely methodical: Step 1: put cock in mouth; Step 2: suck on cock.

“Oh shit yeah man” Brett gushed with exhilaration. “I knew you wanted to try sucking a cock. Luckily you got a big one to work on. Go to it man.” Grabbing Jock’s head with both hands and holding him steady, Brett pushed four or five inches into his mouth. Jock’s eyes kept opening and closing as Chris was driving him to new heights of rapture but he kept sucking on Brett’s cock. “Oh shit yeah” Brett howled as he started slowly sliding his big rod in and out of the giant’s mouth. Still moaning in pleasure, Jock looked up at Brett’s smiling face. He wasn’t so far gone that he didn’t know that he had a big cock in his mouth but in the heat of the moment, with Chris deep throating his cock, he was really getting into it.

And all three boys, delirious with pleasure, were coming close to their climaxes.

“Oh fuck yeah” Brett screamed as he felt his big prick began to throb, ready to shoot. “Ohhh fuuuuuuuuck” he screamed again and to avoid having Jock throw him bodily across the yard, he pulled out as the last second, firing his first shot over Jock’s head. However, his second shot hit Jock’s cheek and the third landed on his forehead.

Jock was so far gone that he was not totally aware of what Brett was doing. As Brett fired his third shot of cum, Jock grabbed Chris’ head and crammed him down hard into his crotch, forcing every last centimeter of his cock deep into Chris’ throat. And then, letting out an enormous roar his cock let go and blasted into Chris’ gullet.

Chris had not even touched himself yet, keeping his hands behind his back, but was so turned-on that even as Jock roared and ejaculated deep into his throat, his own throbbing cock exploded.

Jock pulled Chris’ head up and jammed it violently back down again as all three boys screamed in euphoric exaltation, or in Chris’ case, attempted to scream, as they shot their loads. After three or four shots Jock pushed Chris’ head back, grabbed his ejaculating cock and jerked it madly allowing the last few shots of cum to shoot up onto his abs. Chris, while still firing his load started jerking his own cock as he sprayed against Jock’s thigh and frantically took huge gasping breaths.

Brett had a head start so he was the first to finish shooting his load and began to relax. Almost his entire load had gone into Jock’s face, and Brett couldn’t help but grin as he used his hand to smear it all over, giving Jock an ‘Adonis Boy’ facial. As Jock and Chris finished and began to calm down, Brett rolled off of Jock’s chest, and all three boys just lay there not moving, as they slowly got their breath back under control.

Brett was the first to recover, and he grabbed the other beach towel and wiped his cum off of Jock’s face. “Hey, that was fabulous man” he exhorted leaning in and giving Jock a peck on the lips. “Sucking cock ain’t so bad is it?”

“Fuck you little man” Jock said, but he had a smile on his face as he said it. “I tasted yours; now you taste mine” he said as he grabbed Brett’s neck and pulled him into his ridged abdominals. “Suck it up boy. Suck it up” he ordered. Since he had little choice otherwise, Brett lapped up Jock’s cum off of his abs. “Good boy” Jock said.

Chris finally sat up. “Jock; you damn near strangled me man. You weren’t supposed to do that.”

“Yeah, I know” Jock chuckled. “I just got carried away. But you suck me like that what do you expect? And hey man, just be happy I didn’t give you another black eye.”

“Thank God for small favors”

“Hey man, that’s just the way it is. I’ve always done it that way. Ain’t nothin like cramming a pretty face down on my dick.” Then Jock stood up, towering over the two young muscle studs. “Now Chris, what am I going to do about boyfriend here?” he said with a laugh as he looked at Brett. “Do I just break him in half, or do I let him live.”

“Hey man” Brett said with a startled look on his face. “I liked it, you liked it, Chris liked it; what’s the problem?”

“The problem is, little man, you think you’re cool but you’re too damn big for your britches and need to be taken down a notch or two. You didn’t really think I was going to let you get away with putting your dick in my mouth did you?”

“Come on Jock” Brett rejoined. “You know damn well you wanted to try it. And hell, I could see that you liked it. And besides, you been eyeing my dick ever since we got out here. I just gave you the opportunity to do what you wanted to do. You can’t tell me you didn’t like it?”

“What I didn’t like, little man was you; pretending to be the top dog and thinking you could make me into your sub. Chris, don’t you move until I tell you to.”

“Okay Jock” Chris said with surprise. “Okay.” Then, literally in the blink of an eye, Jock dropped on top of Brett, flipped him over on his stomach and pulled his arms behind his back.

“Hey man” Brett yelled in surprise. But then he really yelled as Jock began twisting his arms, pushing his hands up towards his shoulders. “Yeeeeeaaaaaoh.”

“Chris” Jock said looking over at Chris who was just sitting and watching. “Tell this kid who’s in charge around here.

“You’re the boss Jock” Chris answered. “You are.”

“Whose boss here kid?” Jock growled at Brett. “Whose boss?”

“You’re boss Jock. You’re boss” Brett yelled in pain. “Shit, I know you’re the boss, man. Ain’t no doubt about it.”

“You seemed to think you were in charge here” Jock growled at him as he jerked his arms. “You think you can handle me little boy?”

“No way man; no way” Brett pleaded. “Please Jock. Please. I know you’re boss.”

“Tell me you’re sorry for being a prick” Jock ordered as he gave Brett’s arms another yank.

“I’m sorry for being a prick” Brett howled, almost crying now. “Please Jock.”

“I’m in charge here and I can do anything I want. Say it.”

“You’re in charge and can do anything you want” Brett howled again, really crying now.

“Good boy” Jock said with satisfaction as he let go of Brett’s arms. Brett stretched his arms out but couldn’t do much else since Jock’s three hundred plus pounds was sitting on top of him. Grabbing Brett by the hair and pulling his head up Jock said: “Say it again boy. I can do anything I want.”

“Yes Jock. Yes. You can do anything you want.”

“Good, because I want to fuck you.” Jock had been sitting on Brett’s butt, but now he lay down on top of him, wrapping his arms around his neck and allowing his prick to fit into his ass crack. “That okay with you?”

“Oh shit no man” Brett pleaded. “No. I ain’t never been fucked.”

“You’re going to get fucked now babe, no matter what. You fight me and I’ll tear you apart first and then fuck you. Don’t really matter to me.” Jock jacked his now growing cock up and down Brett’s sweaty ass crack a couple times. “Oh yeah babe” he chuckled. “I love taking a virgin. Hot virgin ass on a pretty muscle boy like you, there ain’t nothing like it.”

“Oh fuck man” Brett groaned. “Please man, please.” But Brett was giving into the inevitable, knowing there was no way he could stop the behemoth on top of him from doing whatever he wanted. All he would end up doing by fighting it was getting mangled and then fucked anyway. He knew he could probably buck Jock off of him temporarily, but he also knew it would end up the same, except Jock would be madder than hell and would probably tear him a new ass hole.

“You got a hot little ass kid” Jock chuckled. “Making me hard just thinking of getting my big dick in there.” Brett’s sweaty ass was slick and Jock’s cock slid smoothly up and down the crack. “Oh yeah. My dick wants in there bad.”

“Ohhhhhh fuck” Brett groaned in despair.

“Almost ready babe” Jock said as he raised up a bit, still sliding his cock up and down Brett’s ass, but now feeling around for the hole. “Getting hot and hard.”

“Hey man. Wait, wait” Brett shouted. “You can’t take me dry. You can’t. You can’t”

“I can do anything I want babe” Jock chuckled. “Anything.”

“No, no, you can’t” Brett pleaded. “You can’t.” Up to this point although Brett was trying very hard to get away, he basically knew Jock was too powerful and it was probably futile. However, now, he became violent, frantically trying to escape. But jock, in a very quick move got him in a headlock and rolled over pulling Brett on top of him. Then wrapping his legs around him to hold him still, he started putting the pressure on his neck and shoulders.

“Settle down boy. Settle down” he said calmly, not even breathing hard as Brett was wildly trying to get away. “You want me to break your neck or you going to settle down” he said as he intensified the pressure. “Maybe we can make a deal.”

Brett’s arms were useless, he wasn’t able to move his legs, and the pain was becoming unbearable. “What….. deal…..?” he gasped.

“Relax babe and I’ll tell you” Jock said.

“Okay, okay. Please stop” Brett said as he stopped his attempt to get away and relaxed his muscles. Jock let up a bit on the pressure he was exerting in the headlock.

“You want to make a deal?” Jock asked.

“Okay, okay” Brett gasped.

Jock was totally calm and collected and had a grin on his face. “You are a scrappy little thing and I like that in a guy” he said with a laugh. “I’m going to enjoy fuckin the virgin ass of yours. Hell, I’m going to love it and if I have to knock you around a little first to make you cooperate, that’s okay too. But I’ll make a deal with you. You behave yourself and not fight me and I’ll let Chris lick your ass and get you ready. Otherwise I’m going to ram it in right now. That’s it, take it or leave it. But either way I’m taking your ass.”

Okay, okay, I’ll do it” Brett answered.

“You behave yourself and do anything I tell you” Jock demanded. “I say jump, you jump. I tell you to put your legs in the air, you throw them in the air. Got it?”

“Yeah Jock. I got it” Brett said in total surrender. “I got it.”

“Get on his ass kid” Jock said to Chris as he let go of Brett and pushed him back on his stomach. “Now” he demanded. Chris jumped to obey. Chris knew exactly what to do because Brett had been fucking him regularly for a couple weeks now so he was used to preparing himself for the onslaught of a big cock. Brett’s nine inch prick may not have been as big as Jock’s, but it was pretty damn close to it. Sticking his face into Brett’s ass, Chris generated as much spit as he could and started pushing it into Brett’s little pucker with his tongue.

Jock lay back on the towel with a big smile on his face, playing with his big wanger, keeping it hard while he waited. Brett and Chris were humming softly, one licking ass and the other getting his ass licked, but both deep into their own pleasure. Since Jock wasn’t really paying attention, and Chris knew the Brett had never been fucked before, he eased a finger into his hole and started wiggling it. Continueing to use lost of saliva, he gradually added a second finger and then a third. Once Chris was satisfied that he had loostened Brett’s ass as much as he could, he removed his fingers, crammed his face into the crack and just enjoyed fucking Brett’s ass with his tongue.

Jock actually was showing more patience than usual, but he finally couldn’t wait any longer. Pushing Chris away, he flipped Brett over on his back and just looked down at him.

“Jesus you are a pretty one” he said in admiration. “Now I understand why they call you Adonis. You could be a god baby, but I think your ass is going to be the best part. Holy shit. A Greek God with a virgin ass and it’s all mine.”

“Chris, get on my cock” Jock ordered. Chris was surprised since Jock had been playing with himself and keeping himself hard the whole time Brett was getting his ass licked. However, he jumped to obey, Jock was on his knees, so Chris lay down on the ground and took the mammoth tool in his mouth. And Jock was hard, but Chris figured the more saliva available the easier it would be for Brett so he slobbered on it, loading it to the dripping point with his spit.

After only a minute or so, Jock pushed him away, lifted Brett’s legs, moved in and took aim. Then he simply pushed, forcing the head of his enormous ramrod to pop into the tight hole. Brett let out a scream of pain, but Jock had his legs on his shoulders, and now reached down and grabbed his arms, holding him as he pushed in.

“Yeeeeooooh” Brett screamed in agony. Getting a beer can rammed up your ass is very different from having three fingers up there, and Brett was finding that out. What he was also going to find out was that that beer can was over nine and a half inches long.

Jock had never been careful while fucking in his life and he wasn’t going to be careful now so he just pushed it in. It was his pleasure that counted here and it didn’t particularly matter to him if Brett was hurting. Actually he was learning to admire Brett so he wasn’t going to deliberately hurt him like he usually did while fucking, but he certainly wasn’t going to let a few screams interfere with his having an exquisite fuck.

He simply rammed about four inches into Brett’s butt. Nothing could withstand Jock’s enormous strength as he forced his bludgeon into the tight ring of muscle, but only a muscle boy ass could withstand the onslaught as long as it did. And the feeling was incredible.

Brett was screaming and crying and Jock remembered that he was only a high school kid, and younger than his usual fuck and had probably never felt this much pain before, so he decided to relent. He pulled back an inch or so and just waited.

Brett was now panting frantically and crying, but the screaming had stopped. “Babe, it’s okay” Jock said. “The worst is over. It’s going to get better I promise.” Jock couldn’t remember ever being this patient while fucking, but Brett was so gorgeous and so young, that he wanted to enjoy the fuck without hurting him too much. So, he just stayed stationary for a couple minutes with only a couple inches into the tight ass while he waited for Brett to adjust.

But, kid or no kid, Adonis or no Adonis, Jock couldn’t wait forever, so he finally started to move. Chris had made the ass nice and slick so he started slowly jacking in and out, moving slightly deeper with each thrust. Keeping it slow he kept going deeper and deeper and deeper reaching to get his entire length into the ass. Brett was whimpering now but Jock was beyond caring. He was ready to fuck.

And finally he was there; his crotch crammed in tight against the hot little ass under him. Not willing to wait any longer, Jock pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in. The feeling was exquisite so he did it again; and again; and again. Then he really started to fuck. Raising Brett’s legs a little and lifting his ass for a better angle, he started slamming it in hot and heavy. And he was hot; very hot. There was no question that fucking this gorgeous virgin boy was not any ordinary fuck and it was getting Jock close to cuming, much quicker than he expected.

“Oh shit, what an ass” he exclaimed as he continued slamming into the tight hole. Brett was letting out a loud grunt with each thrust, but was not yelling or screaming. He was not hurting any more but he was still not to the point of it being pleasurable. Being fucked for the first time and with a tin can sized bludgeon was perhaps going to be bearable, but certainly was not going to be pleasant. Besides Brett was a dominant butch stud and was never going to like being dominated and fucked. Even as Jock was pounding into him he told himself he was never going to let this happen again.

“Ohhh Fuuucccck” Jock finally screamed as he slammed into Brett’s ass one final time and let fly. He fired a shot or two then pulled back and slammed back in again in total ecstasy as he looked down into the most beautiful boy he’d ever fucked. “Oh man, oh man, oh man” he stuttered as he fired his final few shots. “Ohhhhh” he groaned finally as he pushed Brett’s legs off his shoulders and lay down on top of him, chest to chest and crotch to crotch.

As he slowly relaxed and his big wanger began to go soft, it slowly slipped out of Brett’s ass. “What an ass you got babe” he whispered in Brett’s ear. “Hot, hot, hot ass. Just made for my cock” he said with a chuckle. “Oh yeah.”

“Get off me man” Brett groaned as he tried to push Jock off.

“That was hot man” Jock said as he rolled off of Brett and just lay there on his back, still panting from exertion. Brett tried to set up but found that too painful because of his sore ass, so he rolled over on his stomach and then pushed himself up to his knees.

“Oh shit, that hurts” he moaned.

“It’ll be better next time” Jock answered.

“Next time?” Brett shouted. “There ain’t never going to be a next time man.”

“Okay kid, I understand” Jock said. “It just ain’t your thing. I’m okay with that. Besides, I really don’t want to have to rape a guy every time I fuck. Sometimes it’s actually better when my fuck boy is willing, like Chris here. He gives a great fuck.”

“Hey man” Chris protested. “Hold on just a second.”

“Easy does it Chris. Easy does it” Jock interrupted. “I already promised I wouldn’t rough you up. And I meant it. I always fucked you rough, and I kinda thought you just expected it that way. But I promise I’ll make it good for you from now on.”

“Hey man, I have an opinion here” Brett said. “Chris is my boy, not yours. Isn’t that right Chris?”

“Well….. ah….. yeah” Chris answered, rather embarrassed that Brett said he owned him.

“If Chris is going to get fucked, it’s me that’s going to fuck him” Brett said. Chris didn’t reply, but he didn’t dispute it either.

“Alright already” Jock protested. “He belongs to you. I got it. But you got to understand, I’m horny all the time. And when I’m horny I kinda get carried away and sometimes do things I probably shouldn’t.”

“Not to Chris you don’t” Brett answered. “But I have an idea. Chris and I need to go to the gym and workout this afternoon, and there are always hot studs there. Why don’t you come with us and see what you can find.”

“Now that’s a good idea” Jock answered with a smile. “Hell, I’ll be twice as big as anybody there, and the day that I can’t find a stud at a gym that want’s to worship my muscles is the day the world comes to an end. Let’s go. I’m getting horny just thinking about it.”

And the three spectacular, gorgeous, impossibly beautiful muscle boys got up and headed out.

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Harry nuzzled his face into his lover’s broad chest breathing in his musky scent. Maxxie smiled down at him fondly, taking in the peaceful look in his boyfriends face and ran his hand gently through his jet black hair. Feeling this gentle touch Harry stirred and struggled to half open his eyes as Maxxie smirked, remembering that Harry was not a morning person.

“Sorry babe, I didn’t mean to wake you” Maxxie whispered as Harry collapsed his head onto the pillow beside him.

“That’s ok…what time is it?” Harry mumbled, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, yawning as he did so. Maxxie turned onto his side and stretched out to reach his phone which lay on the bed side table. “It’s….10:00am. Why you got somewhere to be?”

“10am! Fuck I’m late for class!” Harry jumped out of bed forgetting that he was naked and ran out of the door and into the bathroom which they shared with their other roommates. Maxxie laughed at his lover’s nakedness, hoping that nobody else was up yet. Maxxie got out of bed and strolled casually over to the cupboard, pulling out some of Harry’s clothes from the drawer, he headed for the bathroom. “Babe, let me in I’ve got your clothes!” he called.

As the door unlocked he was greeted by the 5’10, pale runners’ body which he loved so much, and instantly felt himself getting hard. He put his hand on the other boys’ chest and pushed him back into the bathroom slamming the door shut as he did. “Maxxie, not now!” Harry protested half-heartedly, knowing full well that he couldn’t resist his blond lovers’ charm. Maxxie pushed his lover up against the shower door and began to kiss his neck passionately, knowing exactly how to turn Harry on. “Maxxie…I haven’t got time!” Maxxie kissed further down his neck and onto his chest, pausing at the nipples and licking them tenderly.

“Maxxie stop!” Maxxie paused and stood up straight, looking quizzically into Harrys eyes.

“Since when do you turn down sex?” he asked.

“Since I’m already late for music!”

“That’s never stopped you before” Maxxie retorted.

“Well I…I just don’t want to right now.”

Harry pushed the other boy away and stepped into the shower, turning it on and adjusting the temperature. Maxxie stood where he had been left, utterly confused by Harrys’ odd behaviour. The previous morning Harry had run into the bathroom and had been sick and he’d been acting strange ever since.

Harry had always been withdrawn and shy, never getting angry or annoyed about anything. This was partly down to the boys’ bad upbringing as a child and none of this was helped of course by the rape Harry had suffered the year before at a party. However with Maxxie’s love and the care of their friends Harry had begun to mend mentally and he had less and less nightmares of his past. Maxxie shook his head, and left the bathroom, realising that Harry was obviously upset about something.

“Jesus Maxxie! Put some fucking clothes on!” Mark exclaimed trying not to look at Maxxie’s naked body.

“Oh please, you love it!” Maxxie retorted walking into the kitchen area. Mark had been Maxxie’s best friend since they were children and that was why they shared their college apartment. Marks other friends, Ben and Will, also shared as there were four bedrooms. Mark handed Maxxie a bath robe which had been draped on the back of the sofa and he put it on reluctantly.

“So…what was that about?” Mark asked seriously, nodding towards the bathroom door.

“I don’t know…He seemed fine and then he just…I don’t know.” Maxxie felt frustrated, he loved Harry and wanted to be with him like a normal couple, but with all Harrys psychological scarring, it was sometimes quite hard.

“Maybe he’s just tired, I mean you guys did have a pretty late one last night!” Mark winked knowingly, imagining what the couple had got up to while he and the other roommates were out.

“NO we didn’t. I wanted to…you know…but he just pulled away from me saying he was tired. It’s like he’s finding excuses not to be with me.” As Maxxie thought this he felt a tight pain in his chest. Being with Harry was the best thing that had ever happened to him, and after all they’d been through together he could not imagine being without him.

The previous morning when Harry had given Maxxie a blowjob he’d been a little too forceful as he’d got lost in the moment and he was convinced that this was why Harry was acting strange.

Before Mark had a chance to reply the bathroom door opened and Harry stepped out, fully clothed, his hair ruffled up from the quick towel drying.

“Feeling better?” asked Maxxie, stepping towards him.

“Yeah” Harry replied with no conviction.

“Babe” Maxxie coaxed moving up close to Harry and placing his hand on his lovers’ cheek, looking into his eyes concernedly. “I know something’s wrong. And whatever it is, you can tell me…and” before Maxxie could finish the sentence tears began to well up in Harrys eyes and he fell into his older lovers’ arms. Maxxie knew form previous experience that Harry needed time to cry before he could talk so he said nothing and just held him in his arms. Mark, realizing that the couple needed privacy, went back into his room closing the door quietly behind him.

Suddenly Harry pulled away from his lovers embrace and looked straight into his eyes. “Maxxie…I…I never told you who…who raped me…” Harry sobbed

“I know….and that’s o, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to babe” Maxxie said reassuringly.

” I know but…I thought that…I thought…I thought that I’d never see him again. But now he’s back…and Maxxie I’m scared!” Harry burst into tears again; his legs gave way as he broke down completely distraught and terrified.

“Hey, hey…It’s alright! It’s alright darling, you’re safe do you hear?” Harry seemed no less reassured, “Listen to me…Listen! I love you so, so much and I promise I will never let anyone hurt you, do you understand?”

Harry seemed to calm down a little and he nodded. “Now has he spoken to you?”

Harry shook his head his body still racking with sobs. “Ok, now listen…if you tell me who the bastard is I swear Harry I’ll make sure he never ever comes near you again!” Maxxie was deadly serious and while he was trying to remain calm for Harry’s sake inside he was burning with anger.

“Harry please…Just tell me…I want to protect you!” Maxxie almost burst into tears himself, desperate to protect his lover.

“Ok…” Harry lifted his head once more to look into his lover’s eyes. “the person who…who…” Harry paused unable to bring himself to say the name.

“Tell me baby, tell me” Maxxie pleaded.

“Troy…Troy Mcullen…”

To be continued….

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THE STABLE MASTER

There was a gentle knock on the door, almost too quiet to be heard. Sighing to himself Blake looked up from the Racing Post he had been reading. The article on his rival’s latest win at the Derby had done nothing to calm his already simmering temper.

Praying that the person behind the knock brought good news he growled “Come in.”

The door opened and a slender young man tentatively walked in, closing it behind him with a quiet click. Blake’s heart sank for Kevin, the lad standing in front of him, left a trail of accidents and destruction wherever he went. It had proved to be a big mistake employing him as an apprentice. Cracking his knuckles he absent mindedly glanced longingly down at the paper before slowly folding it up and putting it to one side.

“Morning Kevin, what can I do for you?”

“Ur, morning Sir, umm….” Kevin replied nervously wringing his hands and looking in any direction except at Blake.

“Spit it out lad. How old are you?” Blake asked as irritation began to colour his perceptions.

“Nineteen Sir.”

“Well act like it, not like a six year old. You knocked on my door, what do you want?”

“You know I was working with Tim and Paul this morning in the far paddock?” Kevin started after taking a deep breath.

“No but go on” Blake replied suspecting that the day was about to go from bad to worse.

“We had been repairing the fencing next to the common, it had been vandalised.”

“That’s right, I remember now. Tim mentioned it yesterday” Blake smiled wondering what was coming next.

“We had one section left to complete when we ran out of wood. I offered to fetch more fencing from the yard using the tractor and trailer.”

“But you can’t drive a tractor” Blake pointed out frowning.

“I know but I can drive a car and I thought it would be much the same. So that’s when it happened…….”

“Go on.”

“I, well…” Kevin hesitated before blurting out “I put it into reverse by mistake and drove straight into the barn door ripping it off its hinges.

Blake just sat there numbly for a moment taking in Kevin’s latest blunder before rage consumed him like a fire driving out all logical thought. His ruddy complexion reddened further contrasting with his blonde close cropped hair and beard. Abruptly he stood up knocking his chair over in the process, his six foot muscular frame seemed to fill the small room and Kevin could have sworn that like the Incredible Hulk he grew bigger before his eyes. Trying not to flinch he watched with growing fear as Blake taking just a couple of steps, stood towering over him.

“What have you done you stupid half-wit? You’ve cost me dearly and now you’re going to pay, one way or another…” Blake growled taking hold of the lad’s arm in a vice-like grip.

Pushing the lad roughly before him Blake strode out of his office, along the corridor and out into the court yard. The sudden commotion attracted the attention of the other stable lads who looked over, some with alarm and some with amusement. Once in the centre of the yard Blake, still holding Kevin firmly, called the other lads over in a tone which demanded obedience. Running over they formed a closed ring around the two guys and stood silently unsure of what was to follow.

For the next ten minutes Blake berated Kevin, listing all his misdemeanours and the damage he had caused. Kevin made no comment, he simply stood there visibly shaking and tried to avoid eye contact with the other lads. Blake’s tone then changed becoming fatherly and reassuring as he asked Kevin how he was going to cover the costs he had incurred.

With tears in his eyes Kevin shrugged his shoulders and said “I don’t know. I could do some overtime I guess.”

“Not good enough” Blake hissed his face only inches from Kevin’s.

Kevin flinched but made no reply.

“I’ll tell you what you’re gonna do. For the next three months you’re going to work without pay, that’ll cover two thirds of the costs. The other third I want payment now.”

With a look of panic in his eyes Kevin replied “I only have a tenner on me in case of emergencies. I could go to a cash point on the way home if that’s okay with you?”

“No it damn well isn’t!” Blake shouted in his face before stepping back and looking the scared lad up and down.

In a calmer voice he continued “You’ve got some decent clothes on you and those boots look expensive. I’ll accept the lot in part payment and then I’ll think about the remaining shortfall.”

Kevin stood there frozen like a statue unsure if Blake was joking or being serious.

“What are you waiting for? Get your kit off NOW!” Blake barked stepping towards Kevin to emphasize the point.

The stable guys watching this started to smirk and nudge each other for they all knew the rumours about Blake’s liking for young men and his bad temper but none had ever encountered this situation before. With one final glance around the ring looking for an escape route (which of course there was none) Kevin slowly unbuttoned his padded jacket before handing it to Blake, who then threw it to the guy nearest him.

“Come on faster, we haven’t got all day” Blake said impatiently.

Obediently, a little quicker, Kevin pulled his jumper over his head and passed it to Blake followed by his T-shirt, boots, socks and jeans. Finally he stood there shivering in just his underpants hoping that his ordeal would soon be over.

“And the pants” Blake said holding out his hands.

“Please no, not them as well” Kevin replied blushing bright red with embarrassment.

“Yes them as well. Give them freely or I will take them from you.”

With an air of resignation Kevin slipped his fingers into the waistband of his pants and pushed them down around his ankles before stepping out of them and placing them in Blake’s outstretched hands. Stark naked he stood there covering his crown jewels with his hands and staring at the ground wishing it would open up and swallow him. Blake ignored his discomfort as he circled the lad admiring the slim body before him tanned except for his white bum and crutch. He too had once been slim before adulthood had transformed him into a muscular hairy bear of a man with a temper to match.

Reaching out with a calloused hand he gently felt Kevin’s smooth hairless chest before abruptly pinching a nipple, drawing a gasp from the lad. But at least Blake had his attention now as big blue eyes stared back at him in surprise at the sensory assault. He stood transfixed as his assailant continued the exploration of his body. He didn’t resist as Blake pushed his own hands away and massaged his balls before pulling down hard on them. Groaning in pleasure from the discomfort, Kevin’s cock became erect almost instantly much to the amusement of the audience. Embarrassed Kevin looked down at his feet willing everyone to vanish into thin air, but not once did it occur to him to challenge his treatment by Blake.

“Ow!” he cried as his bum received a stinging slap leaving a pink hand print on his creamy white cheek.

It was followed by several more in quick succession turning the whole of his bum a glowing pink and bringing tears to his eyes.

Grabbing hold of his rock hard cock Blake whispered in his ear “You liked that didn’t you?”

Kevin simply nodded enjoying the sensation of his cheeks being on fire while Blake gently stroked his cock.

“I didn’t hear you” Blake growled giving Kevin’s balls a hard tug “say it louder!”

“Yes Sir, I like what you are doing to me.”

“Excellent! Because there’s more coming your way before you’ve repaid your debt to me. So what do you want to say to me?” Blake asked still holding the lad’s balls firmly in his grasp.

“Thank you Sir!”

“Good lad. Now tell me, are you a virgin?” Blake asked loud enough for everyone to hear.

“Er, yes Sir.”

After the laughter had subsided Blake put his arm around Kevin’s shoulders, gave him a reassuring hug and informed him that very shortly his cherry would be taken. Kevin just looked at him too confused about the recent developments to make a comment. Taking his silence as acceptance Blake kept his arm in place and used it to steer his captive towards the stables. The circle of lads parted before them and then after a moment’s hesitation followed behind curious to know what was going to happen next.

Inside an empty stall within the stable block they found the two men already in a passionate embrace, or rather Blake had Kevin pinned against a wall and was kissing him fiercely on the lips. His prisoner initially stood there passively under the onslaught before snaking his arms around Blake pulling him closer still. The onlookers crowded around the entrance to the stall, trying to get the best view and betting amongst themselves on the outcome. Blake continued his oral onslaught while playing with Kevin’s cock and balls, driving the poor lad wild with desire. At nineteen he had never been in such a passionate embrace whether with a man or woman. When Blake was sure the lad was about to explode, he abruptly stepped away leaving Kevin even more confused, had he done something wrong he wondered.

Pleased with himself Blake told two of the onlookers to fetch two lengths of rope, his riding crop, an old towel and to be quick about it otherwise they would be in the firing line too. They quickly found the required items and gave them to Blake who had in the meantime stripped to his waist revealing his muscular torso thickly covered in golden hairs.

Tearing the towel into wide strips Blake gagged and blindfolded Kevin with experienced efficiency telling the lad that it would all add to the enjoyment. Kevin for his part was beginning to wonder where this scene was going and if his employer was a psychopath, a fabulous lover or both. Either way Blake was now in total control, all Kevin could hope for was that he would get out of this alive and in one piece. The two ropes were wrapped around each of Kevin’s wrists and secured with a slip knot before being looped around opposing stall posts. Then both ropes were pulled taut and tied around the posts preventing Kevin from moving his outstretched arms at all.

Blake stood to one side taking his time to admire the view of his captive, knowing that he had everyone’s attention. The only sounds to be heard came from the horses in nearby stalls quietly munching on their feed or the occasional snicker. Silently he took the riding crop and tiptoed over to Kevin until he was standing beside him, then without warning he dealt a stinging blow with the crop on the unsuspecting lad’s arse leaving an angry red line behind. Kevin reacted immediately by arching his back and trying to pull himself free, he would have cried out if he hadn’t been gagged. Before he could recover, Blake struck him again this time on the back of his legs and then on the shoulders. Over the next half an hour he used the crop on Kevin another twenty times, each one in a different place and randomly timed so he never knew when or where the next blow would land.

Finally Blake seemed satisfied with his handiwork admiring the criss-cross of red marks covering the lad’s body and legs. Kevin for his part was exhausted from his ordeal, his brain numb from the sensory overload and half-stood half-sagged against the ropes. Blake walked around the stall and under the ropes until he stood facing the lad. He noted with pleasure that Kevin’s cock was semi-erect and copiously leaking pre-cum, this lad showed promise indeed he decided. Cupping Kevin’s balls in one hand he weighed them judging them to be full of unreleased jism.

Leaning forward he whispered into the lad’s ear “Are your balls aching?”

Kevin nodded after a momentary pause taking this question to mean that he was about to be released, he was wrong.

“We’ll take care of that for you. Don’t you worry. You’re doing very well young man.”

With that he began stroking the lad’s cock to full erection before gesturing for one of the other stable lads to join him. Unsuspecting the lad in question walked over only to be horrified when told to give the captive a blow job, but as he felt Blake’s hand grab hold of his shoulder and push him downwards he realised that Blake wouldn’t take no for an answer. Even so, he refused to open his mouth, until that is Blake pinched his nose closed cutting off his air supply. After a minute or two he opened his mouth gasping for air, at which point Blake pushed the lad’s open mouth straight onto Kevin’s throbbing cock. Blake continued pushing until the cock had been stuffed down the other’s throat as far as it would go. Kevin acted on instinct and thrust his hips backwards and forwards driving his cock in and out of the reluctant mouth, not caring about the recipient’s need for air. With a muffled cry Kevin thrust his hips forward for a final time as his balls released their pent up load of jism filling the stable lad’s mouth and throat with the salty but sweet fluid.

Choking and spluttering the lad crawled away from Blake and spat as much of the jism into the straw as he could before wiping his mouth clean with the back of his hand. The other lads at the entrance to the stall cheered and wolf-whistled at their colleague’s discomfort before falling quiet as they realised Blake was watching them.

“Funny is it?” Blake asked in a dangerously quite voice.

“No Sir” they replied in unison.

“No sir” Blake mimicked in a falsetto voice before dropping back to his normal baritone and asked “so who considers themselves a man amongst you?”

One lad immediately put his hand in the air and said “me sir!”

“Okay Mike, join me here in the stall it’s time to put your money where your mouth is” Blake chuckled darkly.

As Mike did as he was told the other lad was given permission to rejoin his comrades who jostled him good humouredly and ruffled his hair. With an arm draped over Mike’s shoulder Blake casually asked him if he was a virgin to which Mike grinned and shook his head puffing up his chest slightly.

“So have you ever fucked a guy before?” Blake asked nodding his head in Kevin’s direction.

“Ugh! Definitely not!” Mike grimaced.

“Well you’re about to, so get your kit off and get yourself hard” Blake said squeezing his shoulder to emphasize the point.

Reluctantly Mike pulled his T-shirt over his head and draped it over the side of the stall, then turned his attention to the rest of his clothes. As he did so Blake instructed another stable lad to fetch from the first aid room the large tube of KY. Turning round Blake was just in time to see Mike remove his jeans leaving just his boxer shorts on. With a glance towards Blake, he quickly pushed his shorts down and stepped out of them revealing to everyone for the first time his naked body. Like Blake he was hairy but that was where the similarity ended for Mike was slim, average height and wore his shoulder length curly black hair tied back with an elastic band. His packet was also average in size and decidedly flaccid to Blake’s displeasure.

“I said get yourself hard” Blake growled.

“I can’t with everyone watching” Mike muttered.

“Do it or I will do it for you……”

As Blake levelled this threat the KY was handed to him with a flourish. He immediately removed the cap and squeezed a decent amount of the clear gel onto his fingers. While Mike fondled himself in an attempt to get his cock hard Blake walked over to Kevin and kicked the lad’s feet apart with his own. Then with his fingers he smeared the gel along Kevin’s hidden crack until he found the tight little button that was Kevin’s anus. Squeezing a little more KY onto his fingers Blake did his best to insert a finger up inside the lad’s rectum. He was so tight that Blake had to slap the lad’s arse hard to distract him long enough to slip it inside up to the second knuckle before Kevin clamped down hard, locking it in position.

“Relax goddamit!” Blake growled to Kevin.

At first there was no response but slowly very slowly Blake felt the grip on his finger relax just a little, enough for him to slide in deeper. Once more the ring clamped shut but then relaxed again and finally Blake was able to fully insert his finger. He left it there for a moment or so to allow Kevin to get accustomed to the intrusion before exploring his rectum smearing the KY around as he did so. Satisfied he pulled his finger out wiping it clean on Kevin’s cheeks and turned to Mike to see how he was doing. Unfortunately he was still only semi-erect.

With a sigh Blake squeezed some more KY onto his fingers and standing in front of Mike took hold of his cock and massaged it, lovingly coating it with the gel. Despite his embarrassment Mike responded well to the attention his cock received and within a minute he was rock hard. Holding him by the balls Blake led Mike over to where Kevin stood alert listening for every sound which might indicate what was happening. Kneeling beside Kevin Blake reached across and pulled the lad’s cheeks apart exposing his little pink anus glistening with the gel.

Mike stood for a moment staring at the parted cheeks all the while stroking his erection before deciding to go through with Blake’s request. Moving into position behind Kevin Mike had to crouch down a little to place his cockhead at the entrance, then, with some awkwardness he thrust his hips forward in an attempt to push his cock inside. Kevin tried to pull away groaning as he did so only to find Blake was holding him in position with his muscular arms. For his part Blake said nothing, he was enjoying being so close to the action and watching the two lads learn by experience. Mike tried again, this time with cockhead in position he held onto Kevin’s hips and slowly pushed forward. Gradually bit by bit he forced his cock past the very tight ring and up inside the lad, this was far better than any fuck he’d had with a girl for they had never been so tight!

Eventually he was fully inside pressing hard against the pert white cheeks striped with red, cool to the touch despite the recent beating they’d received. Unable to resist the urge any longer Mike slowly started to thrust in and out, in doing so he stood up forcing Kevin to stand on tip toe and lean against Blake for support. With each stroke of the cock inside him Kevin groaned in pain for this was the first object apart from Blake’s finger that had ever been up there. As time went on and his anus grew accustomed to the presence of the cock within it the pain turned into pleasure, much to his amazement. Blake noticed the change when he saw Kevin’s shrivelled cock expand and become erect oozing pre-cum as the fucking became more vigorous. As for Mike, he was in heaven, Kevin was now actively pushing backwards to meet his thrusts trying to get even more cock up inside him.

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After Clay left the first night, Josh and I lay cuddled together and talked about Clay and how he suddenly changed.

“I’ve never seen a guy change so fucking fast in my life,” Clay said.

“Well, undoubtedly he had either sucked cock before or was desperately wanting to do it. Most guys have trouble swallowing their first time but he certainly didn’t,” I answered.

“I noticed that,” Josh said.

Later, we had a hot sixty-nine before going to sleep, cuddled in each others arms. The next morning we were awakened by a constant knocking on the door.

As Josh sat up, he said, “Who the fuck can that be this early in the morning?”

Going to the door, he looked out to see Clay standing there. As he opened the door he asked, “Is something wrong?”

Clay stepped in saying “Other than my ass being sore as hell, every thing’s fine.”

“Then what the fuck do you want?”

“You two,” he answered, grabbing Josh’s soft cock. “Let’s go to the bed.”

I was still laying in bed when they entered the bedroom area. Clay told Josh to lay next to me,and after he had, Clay knelt between us.

He began to stroke both our cocks, bringing us both to total erections. Once we were both hard, he leaned forward and began sucking my cock as he continued to stroke Josh. After a few minutes he switched and started sucking Josh as he stroked me.

Josh turned his head to me and smiled. I smiled back and we began kissing passionately as our cocks were sucked. Before long, Clay brought me to a roaring climax, eagerly taking all my load into his mouth. Without swallowing, he turned to Josh and quickly brought him to his climax.

Clay now had both our loads in his mouth, and as he pulled off of of Josh’s cock he looked up and swallowed both loads.

“Man, for a guy that said he never sucked cock before, you sure seem to enjoy it now,” Josh said.

“Okay, I admit it. I have been extremely curious about sucking another guys cock. I’ve been eating my own cum for about two months. I wanted to see what it tasted like. I liked it so every time I jerked off, I’d eat it. Last night, you gave me the first real chance to suck a guys cock. I loved it. Now, I want to make up for lost time. I’d love to suck you both several times a day.”

“Hold on Clay. Mark and I will agree to you joining us at times, but it’s not going to be several times a day. Man, you’re on your own there.”

“I understand but will you two both fuck me again tonight like you did last night?”

“Sure. I guess we can do that. Be here about nine.”

“I will. See you two later.”

He left and Josh burst out laughing. “Fuck it, Mark, I think we may have created a monster.”

“I wouldn’t call him a monster. I’d refer to him more as a cum slut.”

“Perfect description,” Josh said.

I spent the day with Josh as he groomed his horse and checked his gear. Together we went to the canteen and had lunch before returning to his motor home and fucking each other lovingly.

That night, we again double fucked Clay’s ass as he moaned in pleasure saying how great it felt. Afterward, together we sucked him off and after his climax, which Josh took, we kissed and passed it back and forth between our mouths. Clay spoke up begging us to feed it to him. We did with Josh going first, letting it drip from his mouth into Clay’s. Then I did the same. When Clay had it all he hungrily swallowed.

I left and returned to my apartment after a hot passionate kiss with Josh. On the way home, I couldn’t believe how fast things had developed between Josh and I. I had cared for guys before, but not as intense as I cared or Josh, and certainly not as fast.

I reported to work the next day and was soon called to the volunteer chairman’s office.

After I went in, he coldly said, “Mark, I’m removing you from our volunteer list. Please turn in your badge.”

“Why? What did I do?”

“The volunteers are not permitted to fraternize with the contestants. You were seen with one of them all day yesterday.”

“I was never told that we couldn’t associate with them. We just got to talking and became friends.”

‘Rules are rules. Undoubtedly, you didn’t read the brochure we gave you. I need your badge.”

I removed my badge and tossed it at him strongly, saying “Here, take your fucking badge and shove it up your ass.” I turned and stormed out of his office.

I had to somehow contact Josh. Since I no longer had a badge, I couldn’t get into the restricted area. I waited around a short distance from the gate, watching for him. About an hour later, I saw him coming out. Rushing up to him I said, “We have a problem.”

“What are you talking about?” he asked.

I told him what had happened.

“You’re fucking kidding me. We can’t be friends?”

“Not if I’m a volunteer. I can no longer go into the area.”

“I can solve that. You are now my employee. Your responsibilities are to care for my horse. come with me.”

We went to the registration office and he had them list me as his horses groom. Being his employee, I was issued a “Contestant Associate’ badge. I now had admittance to the area.

“This is better anyway. Now you can spend more time with me and we can get to know each other better.”

“You may get tired of having me tag along beside you all day.”

“Never,” he said.

I was even happier now. I really enjoyed being with Josh, regardless of what he was doing. He told me he wanted me to spend twenty-four hours a day with him. I took him to my apartment while I got several changes of clothes.

The rodeo began and Josh was the leader in points. Then, on Wednesday night after dinner he said, “Let’s go for a walk. I need to get out of this place for a while.”

We began walking around the fair grounds, taking in some of the attractions, laughing and having a good time. We left the attractions and strolled by some unused stables. As we did, he casually reached over and took my hand in his. After a few minutes we realized we were at the edge of the older stables. Turning around to head back we heard voices coming from inside the empty stables. As we headed toward the voices we saw a dim light.

Going to it slowly, we soon spotted the men.

There in one of the empty stalls was Clay totally naked.With him were four other contestants, also naked.

One was sucking Clay as Clay sucked another. A third guy was fucking Clay’s ass while the fourth waited his turn, passionately kissing the guy fucking Clay.

We knelt down and watched the action and as we did, Josh leaned close to me and whispered, “I know all those guys and never ever dreamed any of them were into male sex.”

“Well, the all sure seem to be enjoying it,” I whispered back.

We continued to watch and saw each of the guys suck cock, eat cum, and fuck Clay. A couple of the others got fucked. As there activities ended and they began dressing, Josh and I slipped out and returned to his motor home.

With both of us being turned on by what we had seen, we had wild hot sex. Josh named the guys for me and told me where each was from.

“I’ve competed with all of them for several years and had no idea that they were bi or gay. I know one of them is engaged to marry a former beauty winner.”

The next day Josh invited Clay over that night. When he arrived, Josh asked casually, “Did you have fun in the old stables last night?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” he asked nervously. “I wasn’t in the old stables last night.”

“Yea, you were. We saw you and the others. We watched most of the action.” Josh then told him about our walk and hearing them talking and then seeing the action.

“Oh shit!” Clay said.

“How the fuck did it get started?”

“It was totally by accident. I was walking my horse back there yesterday morning and walked up on Luke back there jerking off, using a dildo on his ass. I asked if he needed any help. We ended up sucking and fucking each other. as we left he asked if I was interested in meeting with three other guys. I said sure. We agreed on a time and you know the rest.”

“Man, I had no idea those guys were into it.”

“Neither did I. I as totally shocked when i got there and saw them all naked and making out. You should have joined us.”

“Nah. I prefer to keep my sexual preference private since I live here.”

“I can understand that,” Clay responded.

We then sucked each other and later double fucked Clay.

All too soon the rodeo ended with Josh one point out of first place.

“Mark, I’d like it if you could come out to the ranch and spend some weekends with me.”

“I’d like that,” I said, “and if you’re in town, you know where I live. Just give me a call so I can make sure I’m home.”

“Why wouldn’t you be if it was at night?

I then explained the real reason I was in Cheyenne and what I would be doing. “I might be working some nights checking the books.”

“Damn, your boss must really have confidence in you.”

“He says he does.”

We went our separate ways but at least once a week, Josh would stay the night with me and about every other weekend I would go to the ranch.

As I worked on the books, I found that the manager was and bookkeeper were skimming funds with the help of one of the accountants in the main office. I had made frequent calls to Mr. Jamison as I found problems. He had me make copies of everything and soon all three were arrested and charged.

He promoted me to manager with a nice raise.

Josh was proud for me when I told him on my next visit to the ranch, but said it messed up his plans.

“How does it mess up your plans?”

“I was hoping that I could hire you as my business manager and have you live here at the ranch and travel to the rodeos with me.”

“Josh, I wish you had said something sooner. I would have loved that.”

“Really? I’ll match his salary if your willing.”

“Give me some time to think about it, please.”

“Sure. But I really would love to have you here.”

After I returned home, I did a lot of soul searching. I could tell Josh really wanted me with him and I wanted to be with him.

It was about three weeks after that Mr. Jamison called and said he was coming out. I was glad because i anted to talk to him in person.

Mr. Jamison arrived and entered my office smiling. I knew he wouldn’t be smiling for long.

“How’s it going, Mark?’

“Pretty good sir,” I replied.

We talked for a few minutes as I built up my nerve to talk to him. I finally decided to take the plunge.

“Mr. Jamison, I need to talk to you about something.”

“What is it?”

I took a deep breath and finally said, “Sir, I will be eternally grateful for all you have done for me, but something has developed and I need to resign my position.”

“What’s up, Mark?”

“When I came out here, I had some time to kill.” I went on telling him about volunteering at the rodeo and meeting someone.

“Sir, the problem is that I’ve fallen for this person and have been offered a job. Mr. Jamison, I’m gay and the person I’ve fallen for is a man. He owns a ranch nearby and travels the rodeo circuit during the season. He has offered me a job as his business manager for the ranch and traveling companion when he competes in the rodeos.”

“Mark, do you love him?”

His question totally stunned me. “Yes, sir, I do. Very much and i think he feels the same toward me.”

“Son, I totally understand.”

“You do?”

“Yes. You see, my oldest son is also gay and he has a partner. I’ve totally accepted his lifestyle and see the love he and his partner have for each other. In no way do I ant to stand in your way of having the same happiness. However, I would like to meet this man.”

“Sir, I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t need to say anything. I just want to know your happy.”

“I’m sure I will be.”

I called Josh and said I needed to see him.

“What about? Have you made a decision?”

“I think I have,” I said.

“I’ll be at your place by six this evening.”

I told Mr. Jamison that Josh was coming into town this evening.

“Great. I’ll take you both to dinner.”

Mr.Jamison and I talked and he asked if I had any suggestion as to who should take my place. I made my suggestion and he quickly said that it was the same person he was thinking about.

Mr. Jamison left the office and checked into his hotel. I told him Josh and I would pick him up for dinner and that I’d call when we were on our way to the hotel.

Josh arrived and immediately gave me a kiss and said, “I hope you have good news for me.”

“I might,” I said. I then told him about my telling Mr. Jamison about his job offer and that I was gay.

“Holy shit! How did he take it?”

“Very well,” I said, then told him about Mr. Jamison telling me that his older son was gay also. “He wants to meet you. We’re picking him up for dinner.”

“So he knows that I”m gay also?”

“Yes, he does.”

We picked Mr. Jamison up and went to a restaurant he had chosen. We were escorted to a table in the corner, after Mr. Jamison told the hostess we wanted some privacy. We had a nice general conversation during dinner and things went well. Then after dinner, Mr.Jamison looked over at me and said, “Mark, would you go to the bar and let me talk to Josh privately for a moment?”

“Uh, sure,” I replied as Josh looked at me questioningly.

I left the table and went to the bar and ordered a drink. As I sipped it, I’d glance back at the table. Everything seemed okay as they talked. After about half an hour, I saw them stand and shake hands and head toward me.

Josh had a big smile on his face. I wondered what had been said.

“You ready to go?” Mr. Jamison asked.

“Sure.”

I downed the rest of my drink and we left the restaurant headed back to his hotel.

“When you get to the hotel, park in the garage. I want you two to come up for a drink.”

I did and we went to his suite. As he prepared our drinks he said, “Mark, I think Josh wants to talk to you.”

I saw Josh smile and as we sat on the sofa he reached over and took my hand.

“Mark, one reason I want you as my business manager is that I need you in that position, but the main reason is that I love you with all my heart. I’ve never felt that way about anyone before. I want you as my life partner if you’ll have me.”

“Oh shit! I wasn’t expecting this,” I said.

“Well, are you going to answer him?” Mr. Jamison asked.

Looking back at Josh, I said, “I love you too and I would be honored to be your life partner.”

Josh grabbed me and kissed me right in front of Mr. Jamison as he handed us our drinks.

“I think a toast is in order. Here’s to two great guys and a full and prosperous and happy life together.”

We had our toast and Mr. Jamison told me that he had something for me. I found out that in the restaurant he had come straight out and asked Josh how he felt about me and Josh had said he loved me. Mr. Jamison handed me a check for five thousand dollars as a gift to us. He had written it in the back of the car on the way back to the hotel.

I moved to the ranch that weekend and after I was settled in, Josh called in his ranch foreman.

“Buck, you know Mark, right?”

“Yes sir,” replied Buck, a man in his early fifties.

“Well, Mark is now my business manager. He will be handling the checkbook from now on. Anything you need get with him.

“No problem, Sir.”

“Buck, there is something else I think you should know. Mark and i are both gay and he has also agreed to be my life partner. Will that fact affect how you feel toward me and your job here?”

“Not at all sir. I’ve suspicioned it for a while now since Mr. Mark started visiting. I could see that look in both your eyes as you looked at each other. It doesn’t matter to me. I worked for your grandfather for years and saw you grow up. I just want you to be happy.”

“I am Buck, happier than I have been in years.”

“Are you going to tell the rest of the hands?” Buck asked.

“Yes, I think I should, but I wanted to tell you first. How do you think they will handle it?”

“I think they already suspicion it. There has been talk but they seem to be okay with the idea.”

Josh called a meeting of all the hands that evening. He told them everything, not holding anything back.

“If the fact tat mark and I are gay bothers any of you, you are free to leave, and I’ll understand. I’ll gladly write a letter of recognition praising your work.”

Not one person said that they would leave. In fact after a few seconds one hand spoke up saying “Three cheers for the boss.”

We got three ‘hip hip hoorays’ from them.

“Gentlemen, I just have one favor to ask of you. I’m sure people around town might suspect something. I ask all of you not to confirm anything if your asked. Please do not announce the fact that we are gay.”

“No problem boss,” one of the hands said. the others nodded in agreement.

Josh and I have been together for three years now and couldn’t be happier. He has signed over forty-nine percent of the ranch to me. We are not only life partners but also business partners.

I love Wyoming now.

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I vaguely remember what it was like when I first hit puberty… I “hit” it before I even knew what it was; needless to say, I was an early-bloomer at 13 years

old; but I distinctly remember my first experience. Although it was amazing, it is my highest of priorities to make it as vivid and lucid as humanly possible. So,

without further ado; I present the first of a series; Dawn.

When I was almost 17 I was admitted to a psychiatric ward to undergo surveillance; I was, and still am, a manic depressive. In the days prior to being

admitted, I had severe episodes and would harm myself in the midst of most of my tantrums. I still remember being processed; it was like I wasn’t a human; I was

just a barcode and a number to them. Once I had been taken in by the hospital; they weighed me, measured me, and searched me for any wounds; new or old. The

stale air still lingers in my nostrils from whence I was standing in the cold patient’s room in nothing but boxers. The male nurse seemed alright, I think his name

was Josh, or was it Jeff? I’m confident it was Jeff. It was the shock of everything that was happening that kept me from being as observant as I usually was;

naturally, I am a highly intuitive and intellectual person; unless, of course, I’m having a scene. It wasn’t long before it was nightfall. The room I was confined to had

a single window which overlooked the hospital entrance; said room was painted in pure white, however it was yellow in a few places–places they simply couldn’t

manage to paint. An empty sitting desk made of old oak wood sat between the two beds occupying the room; I had chosen the one closest to the window; but either

would have sufficed, seeing as how there was no other person to occupy the remaining bed. The only other things in the room were two closets; which the doors

were made of metal; a shower; containing a cheap plastic curtain separating a claustrophobic cubicle and a rack to set towels and garments; and a small bathroom

holding only a toilet and a sink; all of which were always locked unless one of the staff was to open them. On my first night, I was restless. I must’ve paced my room

so many times I wore an inch out of the tile floor. Most of the night; I stood, staring out the window, basking in the moonlight. The analog clock on the wall seemed

to tick faster and faster as I focused in on the trees swaying in the breeze outside. I glanced at the clock; 10:48. I forgot about time and only let the trees take my

mind; they started to sing, quietly at first, but they soon created an orchestra; no, a symphony. Then, during their serenade; a voice shot through like glass

shattering on pavement, ringing in my head, “What are you doing?” Without thinking, I spun around to look at the nuisance, and before me stood a man no older

than me with nappy black hair and eyes as blue and grey that they resembled the moon itself.

“I was… Looking outside,” I gave him a pensive look, “What’re you doing… Here?”

“Am I not welcome,” he responded pride fully.

“That depends,” I turned back to the window, “Who are you?”

“Your new roommate, surprised much?”

I felt a grin spread across my face, “Not much surprises me anymore,” once again I turned around; but this time I outstretched my hand. “Nice to meet

you…?”

He firmly gripped my hand, “Ethan.”

“Ha, your name matches your attitude perfectly.”

He returned a look of confusion, “I’m sorry?”

“Ethan. An egotistical and prideful person; sound about right?” More to myself than to him, I chuckled.

“Well I wouldn’t say that. I take it your bed is the one near the window?”

“Yeah, it helps with my anxiety; I tend to get claustrophobic extremely easy,” I jumped onto my bed and sighed.

[Too bad, I thought I’d have this room to myself.] Ethan appeared to be used to this hospital, he acted so casual. [Has he been here before? What’s he here

for anyway?] Looking back at the clock it displayed 11:26. I decided I should at least try to sleep. I closed my eyes and made a desperate attempt to clear my mind,

but it was running with so many thoughts; [Who else is there here? Must I have a roommate? How long until I have to wake up?] Eventually, my thoughts subsided,

and my mind gave way to much needed rest. I awoke two minutes before 6:00. Almost as if on cue, Jeff entered the room at the stroke of 6; and from the

equipment he brought, I was feeling anxiety pushing down on me harder every step closer he took. He carried with him; needles, syringes, and vials; from the looks

of it, he wanted some blood, and that wasn’t going to sit right with me. Petrified, I sat in my bed; staring, rather horrified, as my phobia kicked in. He set the

objects on the desk and said, “I just have to take a little of your blood, ok?” Before he even put the needle in my arm, I felt like fainting. Astonishingly enough, I

managed to block it out and pretend that there was something remotely interesting happening outside the window. Afterwards, Jeff woke Ethan and took his

blood; again, it seemed rather routine for him; he had no problem giving his blood. Jeff left just as suddenly as he entered.

“Have you been here before?” I blurted without a second thought.

He scratched at his eyes and yawned, “Yeah, a couple times; you?”

“No, it’s my first.”

Ethan turned to look at me, “I thought you were a greenhorn, I wasn’t quite sure though, you seem naturally anxious.”

I shrugged and simply replied, “One of the many reasons why I’m here.”

“Which reminds me, what are you here for exactly?”

I held up my wrists, encased in bandages on the underside, “Bit of a control problem you could say.”

“Yeah, I’ve seen a lot of people like that. Most people do it the wrong though; they always cut sideways, but from the looks of it you do it right, why didn’t

it work?”

“I wasn’t in the tub long enough before my parents found me. If only I had been in for another minute or two, though,” I looked away uneasily. “Well, what

about you?”

“Me? Oh, well… Let’s see… Doc’s cooking up some new drugs for me because the last ones made me depressed.”

“What’re you taking them for though?”

“You lose control once and people label you crazy and drug you till you don’t have any sanity left.”

“Oh.”

“Well we should get to the rec room, it’s about time.”

“Sure.”

I took off my shirt and grabbed a different one from next to my bed, and when I looked up I saw Ethan’s tan back; it was covered in giant scars and

healed lacerations. I felt it was probably best to not to ask. I quickly switched out my clothes and exited the room with Ethan close behind. The rec room was just a

big open room with a table in the center of it and a television in the corner. There were several, more spacious, windows lining the far wall; they looked down upon

a court within a fence. [Must be the courtyard. I wonder what all’s in that shed.] At the head of the table sat a built black man, he introduced himself as Tyrone.

Besides him, other, younger, people sat, scattered, around the table. [He must be the counselor and everyone else must be other admits.] Throughout the day; we did

several activities and shared what was on our minds. Eventually, the day turned to evening, thus it was time to go to the cafeteria for dinner. There were mashed

potatoes, fried chicken, and fruit salad. Although, the food smelled delicious, I couldn’t eat any because I knew that I wouldn’t be able to keep any of it down–my

stomach was a giant knot and I’d gone without food before so I knew I’d be fine. Meanwhile, I watched everyone else eat. [I can’t wait till I can go to sleep. I’m so

exhausted.] Luckily, everyone had finished their food pretty fast; and we departed the cafeteria to our “cells,” as I called them. Carefully, I set down on my bed,

trying not to disturb my stomach. Ethan sat across from me on his bed and after a sigh asked if I wanted to do something.

“I don’t see why not,” I replied.

“How does chess sound?”

“I’m game,” giving him a half smile. He left to fetch the board, and returned soon after empty- handed.

“Looks like someone else beat us to it.”

“Well, we could…”

“How about we ask questions back and forth?”

“Sure, who goes first?”

“I’ll start.”

“Ok.” I put my back on the wall support myself easier.

“What’s the real reason you have those on your wrist?”

Almost subconsciously, I grabbed my wrists, “I told you.”

“The real reason, I don’t think so. Everyone has a reason, and everyone has an excuse. So what’s the real reason?”

“By me telling you, you have to trust me, just as I am about to trust you, ok?”

“Of course.” He sat up to show his peak in interest.

[I can’t believe I’m doing this.] “Well… I thought I fell in love,” impulsively, I scratched my arm.

“Classic, but what else?”

I looked down and sighed, “He left me for someone else.”

“Wait-“

“Never mind, I’ve already said too much,” I turned around so he couldn’t see my face.

“I thought you were-“

“Straight? Yeah, I know, I get that a lot.”

“No, I thought you did it because of a family thing; that’s why most people I’ve met have done it.”

“So… you don’t care?” I turned my head to look at him.

“What, that you’re gay, no. Should I?”

“Most guys do.”

To Be Continued…

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“Oh Goddd, fuck me Joe, go deep inside me baby.”

Joe is sweating and grunting. I can feel his dick penetrate me deep. He’s ramming against my prostate again and again. I feel like I’m on the edge of cumming, and it doesn’t push me over. I can hardly stand it.

Joe and I were out tonight with friends. We had a Town car for the evening, and Joe and I were completely trashed by 2:00, when we fumbled through the foyer, up the elevator, and down the hall to the apartment. Joe had on TopMan blue khaki shorts, with espadrilles and a Lacoste polo that hugged him tighter than me. I opted for a white fitted button up and seersucker slim pants from Ralph Lauren with nude patent Calvin Klein oxfords. It looked good going out, but I’d find out in the morning, that red wine doesn’t suit a light colored ensemble.

I recall Joe peeling off his polo, and undoing his shorts before I even closed the door. He had on some Marc Jacobs boxers, that I playfully pulled down, to reveal is pastey ass. Some of his body hair was growing back, and I loved the way the little hairs accented the crease between his pecs. He unbuttoned my shirt, and kissed and bit at my neck and chest, playfully. I undid the clasp of my pants, revealing some crotch enhancing Calvin Kleins with a contoured pouch. Joe reached in and pulled my dick out. I remember telling him I had to pee, and he led me to the bathroom. The lights caused us both to squint our eyes. Joe watched me pee, while he rubbed my back with his warm, strong pants. I finished and turned to wash my hands. He stood in front of the toilet, while I washed. I turned and he was mumbling, with his eyes half closed. “Make me pee…I find no where…comfort…” I couldn’t understand him, but his dick was hard, and protruding out of the leg of his boxers. I pulled them down, and he sprang out freely. His dick looked veiny and red. I held it in my hand, pointing it downward, toward the water. “Okay baby, go.” He smiled, as I felt his dick rush with pee, and a steady, clear stream sprayed directly into the toilet. It was a unique feeling beneath my hand. A steady, almost humming feeling, while he relieved himself. I felt his dick softening a little, as the stream slowed, and finally just dribbled out. I shook it a couple times, and put it back in his boxers. He pulled his boxers down, and grabbed me, pulling me against him. His breath smelled like liquor, but his voice was raspy and sexy,

“Lex, I wanna make babies with you.”

I reached down and held his dick in my hand, feeling it harden within my grasp. I kissed him passionately, and pulled him toward our bed. I slowly slid onto the silk and cotton duvet, slowly pulling my briefs off. Joe practically collapsed on top of me, with his lips at my neck. I held him, rubbing his back. I was about to turn out the light within reach, when Joe suddenly got a surge of energy, and put his arms behind my back, sliding himself upward, in between my legs. I could feel myself hard between our bodies, and his hard dick pressing up against my inner thighs. I moan softly,

“Joe, cum in me…I wanna feel it Daddy.”

He forcefully enters me, and I’m ready. He’s going deep, and hard, and I feel him close, as his breathing speeds up, and his deep grunts are escaping. I starts to bite and suck on his neck, and it brings him over the edge.

“Ahhh fuuuuck baby. Fuckkkkk mmmmm, yeah baby, yeah….Daddy’s cummin…Goddd.”

I wrap my legs around his waist and hold his shaking body. I’m carressing his back, and playing with his hair, kissing his neck. He’s moaning and whimpering in my ear. His biceps are flexing against my sides, and his fingers are carressing me from behind. I clench my ass muscles around him, lightly massaging his dick from inside. His back is hunching, as he props up on his elbows. He’s slowly kissing my lips with little pecks, and looking into my eyes. His pupils are large, but the beautiful hazel is practically glowing in the lamp night.

“I love you Lex, you’re my boy.”

“I love you Joe.”

He kisses me passionately, and lays back down on top of me. I loosen my legs from around his waist, and adjust my body underneath his. He moves a little, and I feel his dick make little jumps inside me, against my prostate.

“Oh God Joe, keep doing that.”

He smiles down at me, and make his dick jump again,

“You like that boo?”

“I love it baby, make me cum like this.”

We roll over and I position myself on top of him. He’s making his dick throb and jump against my prostate, and I’m starting to ride him, by grinding forward and back, my ass is massaging his dick inside, and rubbing against his balls when I slide back. His hands are at my hips, rocking with me. I’m moaning, feeling my orgasm slowly build.

“Uhhnnn, yeah, oooooh Daddy, I wanna cum.”

He smirks, and starts to thrust his hips a little. I’m arching my back, and leaning back, with my dick pointing straight out. I feel Joe’s strong hand around my shaft, and he starts pumping me while I ride his dick. I can’t handle it anymore, and I let myself blow. It shoots all over his chest and face,

“Fuck baby! That’s my boy, enjoy the ride baby, make it rain.”

I’m shaking, and I can barely handle the height of this orgasm. I feel it from head to toe, and I just want to keep cumming. Joe let’s go of my dick, and it throbs up and down, with little cum drops flopping everywhere, as the last of my orgasm fades. I collapse on top of his cum covered chest, breathing heavy, and holding onto him.

I move my head up after a little while, and he’s got cum all over his cheek. And chin. He’s licking his lips clean, and wiping at his face slowly. I laugh, and kiss his lips.

“I’ll get a rag.”

“No, stay here Lex, stay with me.”

We’re both covered in cum, and he’s playfully wiping his wet hand on my face. I get up to move, and he let’s out a gasp,

“Baby don’t move”

I slowly relax, and he bites his lower lip. In a breathless and choppy voice, he says

“I, feel like…I could blow. Oh my…God baby… This feels so good…like I’m edging….Fuck…stay there.”

I stay still, and watch his eyes roll back, and his mouth is wide open. He’s clenching his fists, and I feel his legs start shaking,

“Oh MY GODDD…FUCK…I’m gonna….”

I feel his body tense, and he gets the familiar furrow in his brows. His dick starts spasming and jumping around inside me.

“Fuck yeah, Godddd, baby…”

He’s holding my hips, and thrusting inside me, his face is glowing, and he’s almost giggling. After a few thrusts he loosens his grip on my hips, and I feel his body relax beneath me.

I lay down on top of him, and feel his warmness against me. His hands are carressing my back, and his breath is warm against my neck. We fall asleep in each others’ arms.

Sunday morning I wake up, with Joe running his hand up and down my spine.

“Hey blue eyes, sleep well?”

I sigh out a “Yesssssir.”

He grinds against me, and I feel his hard dick pressing against my groin. I giggle and kiss him. His stubble tickles my chin, and I play with his tousled bed hair. The dried cum spots are contrasted against our bodies in the sunlight coming through the windows. I hoist myself up, by his torso, and stretch my arms, arching my back. I feel his hand rub around my stomach.

“I wanna put more in there.”

I purrr “Joe, you bad boy.” He slaps an ass cheek, and I squat up on my knees, feeling some wetness escaping out of my ass. God, he already has two loads in there…

“You’re dripping on me baby, I think that means yes.”

He grabs my waist and pulls my wet ass against his hard dick. I instantly feel aroused and start to glide up and down the underside of his shaft. He moans, and pulls me close, kissing my lips. He reaches down, and pushes his dick against my hole. I open immediately for him, feeling his cum spread out, dripping down my right thigh. He slides in and I close around him,

“Mmmm, I feel good in there, don’t I baby?”

“You feel so good inside Joe, mmmm, I want you deep inside.”

He turns me on my back, lifting my legs up, and pushing all the way in. I feel him twitching inside, sliding around his own cum inside me.

He starts thrusting inside, and pulling out, pressing his pubes against my smooth balls. It tickles a little. I love watching him sliding in and out of me. He has a dark tan line where is shorts were all last week on our holiday in the Hamptons. His dark pubes are such a turn on, the way they brush against my smooth skin. We fuck like this for a few minutes, and then Joe turns me on my stomach, and pushes into me from behind. I’m pressing against the leather headboard, and it makes my nipples hard. Joe’s hands around around my chest and sides, and almost as soon as my nipples hardened, he softened them with his touch. He’s going deep, and breathing hard against my back, rubbing his stubbley face against my shoulderblades, and spine.

“Oh Goddd, fuck me Joe, go deep inside me baby.”

Joe is sweating and grunting. I can feel his dick penetrate me deep. He’s ramming against my prostate again and again. I feel like I’m on the edge of cumming, and it doesn’t push me over. I can hardly stand it. I pull my legs up, and stick my ass out, while he fucks me deep. I finally feel the familiar rush of my orgasm, and I cum in the sheets beneath our bodies.

“Oh Godddd, yesssss! Yes, yes, Baby, fuck me. Do it good Daddy.”

“Fuck I’m gonna blow baby..”

I feel him collapse on my back, pubes soft against my ass, as his dick throbs and pulses inside me. His body is calm against me, but the throbbing is strong inside me. I feel wetness being pushed out of me, and down my ass cheeks. Joe stirs, and his dick is still throbbing in me.

“Damn I filled you up good baby.”

He’s running his hands over my ass cheeks, and rubbing the dip in my back, just above my ass crack. He’s slowly rocking in and out of me, and I hear the slurping noise of his cum against me.

“Ew, stop doing that!”

He giggles, and slaps my ass,

“I like hearing it. I’m all up in you booboo.”

He spreads my cheeks and pulls his dick out, rubbing it in between my cheeks.

“Mmmm, I could fuck you forever.”

“Then do it.”

He turns me over again, and straddles my chest, pushing his cum covered dick against my lips. I squeal and push it away.

“Nooo, not until you clean it off!”

He laughs and slides off my body. He pulls at my arm, and I follow him to the bathroom, cum dripping out of me, and down the back of my legs.

We shower off, and I squat on the toilet, to release most of him out of me. We did it again, twice in bed, then on the sectional while we watched Immortals. He filled me up while the Titans were being released from the cage. I gave him head in the kitchen while he made us tuna wraps. He rimmed me to orgasm in the foyer, against the full length mirror, and then fucked me, filling me up again. By 12:30am Monday morning, we had made love 6 times. I was exhausted, and Joe was completely spent. He fell asleep inside me, and I woke up in his arms.

I’m amazed by this man.

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Jimmi was in the back of a truck with several other college freshman all of whom were cramped together in nothing but their underwear with their wrists bound they were all going through the first part of their initiation. Jimmi was pondering what kind of hazing he was going to be subjected to, he thought about what his older brother who’d graduated from the same university told him; about how hazing you meant a bare ass spanking or running through the campus naked and painted with the fraternities symbols. Jimmi was an attractive young man with jelled up blonde hair and blue eyes it worried him the way the frat brothers leading this little field trip oggled him in particular.

The truck came to a hault as one by one the men in the back had their blinfolds removed. They were quickly brought into a cabin where one of the frat brothers initiating this event was awaiting them.

“Welcome potential frat brothers of Tesla Phi. this is boot camp” announced the man as several other frat brothers whooped and howled.

“while you are here you are not to speak unless spoken to, you are to do exactly as the frat brothers and i say, you will be refered to as cockslut,queer,fag,homo,cum bucket, and more. when we call out to one of you faggots all you little cocksuckers are to listen”

His speech went on a little while longer and then all 12 of us were shown to our rooms. Jimi was shown to his room by a tall well built man who was running his fingers through Jimi’s hair it was an uncomfterable caressing touch until Jimi tried to pull away an found himself being dragged to his room by his hair. Once he was in his room he found a pair of pajamas hanging on the bathroom door handle it was the only clothing he could find, but while searching he did find a book on his bed labled

“Istruction Manual”

“Every faggot is given ONE set of pajamas to wear for the week, everytime said faggot breaks a rule or disobeys an order he will be stripped of an article of clothing from those pajamas. If you have no articles of clothing to give you will be forced to play a penalty game with another pajamaless participant, OR senior Frat Brother official if no participant is available”.

there was more after that but he could stnd to read another syllable. he layed on the bed for a couple minutes before a large ringing sound filled the cabin, and sudenly a voice replaced it.

“dinnertime queers”.

As everyone sat around the table eat very well long and thick shaped foods the announcer who welcomed them stood on the table and dclared.

“I hope everyone found everything accomadating, just know that today will be the most comfterable day of your week long stay here which by the way doesnt begin until monday moring tomorrow”

one man began snickering about some inside joke he and another shared and the announcer quickly demanded he select an article of clothing and hand it to him, but the man refused and replied with a sarcastic douche voice.

“Fuck that ya queer”

the announcer paused for a moment to flash a quick smirkbefore saying.

“mark keisner of redwood apartments on rio street 22076 right”.

the man ergo Mark apparently, paused in stunned, as the announcer began speaking again.

“ill spare those of you who have neglected to read the entire manual the embarrassment of retaliation and just say that weve acquired all your information from those fraternity applications you all filled. and stashed a huge ass amount of drugs in all youre homes, if at any point you defy either the fraternity leaders or I I’ll be forced to give a little anonymous tip to the authorities… now Mark choose an article of clothing”.

Mark froze up and angrily snarled as he took off his shirt and threw it at the announcer.

“now lets all go around and get to know each other and oh yes i know lets get in the campy spirit and give out some nick names… you guy without the shirt”

IM JUST GOING TO TELL YOU MOST OF THESE PEOPLES PHYSICAL DISCRIPTIONS AN THEIR NAMES AND NICKNAMES TO AVOID HAVING TO WRITE ALL THAT OUT.

The guy with out the shirt average height black short hair with a short green mowhawk name Mark nickname “Mowhawk”

Rico-very short and thin latin boy nicknamed “spit Fuck”

Tyrone-very tall and muscular black man nicknamed “Thick Wad”

Thomas-Average height decent build brunette with blue eyes nick name “6-Incher”

Absalon-I dont really know what ethnicity possibly persian i dont know but he had a great build nick name “Abs”

Tyler-an asian guy very petite stature they were gonna nickname him Chinky twinky but he made some coment about that being racist so his nick name is now “Lee Tau Wang”

Jack-an australian im guessing by his accent Nick name “Aussie Dingo” which when pronounced by the announcer sounded like i see dingo but i dont find it that clever anyway jack’s got spiky redish orange ahir hes kinda tall with a great build and an australian symbol tattoo on his right shoulder.

Keith-longish medium length blonde hair and a goatee chin tash total surfer douche look but cute none the less Nick Name “Alice” im guessing on account of his blue eyes and long”ish” hair

And finally Jimi nicknamed “Blondi” with an I instead of an ie i guess to be ironic.

after dinner they were escorted back to their rooms now wit the sudden realization that this was serious.

stay tuned for the next sexcapades.

“shits going down and cherries will be popped”

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Jasper, That voice it was familiar. Jasper the voice called out again, then I felt something on my lips. Something long and slender. I awoke quickly to find Isiah’s finger on my mouth.

‘Its morning, and we have school Jasper’ Isiah said with his head on my chest

‘Yea I know’

I then realized that I was in bed with Isiah, not in bed like last night bud under the covers snuggling with him. Then I realized my jeans were no longer on, I was in my boxers.

‘I took your pants off, they were itching me last night and you wouldnt let me go to ajust myself so it was just easier to slide them down’ Isiah said while sitting up.

‘Yea I can tell, I laughed to myself’ Why didnt u just wake me up?

‘Because u were so happy, and I felt so safe with you behind me I didnt want u too move. Plus you kept nibbling my ear in my sleep and I didnt want that too stop either’ He laughed

‘Sorry, guess I cant help myself’

‘Its ok’ Isiah said while climbing on top of me ‘I kinda liked it’

Then Isiah kissed me with full force on the lips. Fireworks were set off in my mind and heart. The kiss was amazing, I felt his tongue trying enter my mouth but I didnt let him. I never was a fan french kissing.

‘Whats wrong, was I being to pushy? Isiah questioned

‘No babe, I just dont like french kissing’ I said while pecking him on the lips.

‘Wait did you just call me babe?

‘Yea, thats what you are right? If you dont like it I wont call you it anymore

‘Are you kidding? I love it Isiah smiled while kissing me on the lips

Ok thats enough Boys’ my dad said walking into my room, you guys have school, and you have the party later tonight.

Thats right I began to think, I needed to go get some supplies from the store. Me and Isiah went our diffrent ways to shower and get ready for school. On the car ride there we laughed and talked about our new relationship.

‘How come you didnt ask about last night’ Isiah said

‘Because you woke up happy, and I figured if you were happy I figured I would leave it alone’ I said while looking at him and trying to drive

‘Aww aernt u a the sweet Jocknerd’ he laughed while kissing me on the cheek

As we entered the school we walked in together, not holding hands but close by each other while I was carrying Isiah’s books.

‘He better be worth it Jasper’ Josh called out

‘Shut up Josh, your just mad your not getting his dick anymore since he left you’ Kelsey said

Isiah and I both laughed, this was true Josh was the jealous type. This was my first relationship since Josh and I broke up. I walked Isiah to his class while saying Goodbye, Kelsey quickly grabbed me up and dragged me to class.

You, know I hate you right’

‘Yea, Kelsey I know Im a dirt bag and Blah Blah Blah I moaned’

‘Yea, and your a smartass’ she laughed

The school day went by quickly even though I had 3 tests that I didnt study for. I had plans on studying last night but.. Well.. Yea you know why. Anyway next period was physics I was so happy knowing this was gonna be my first class with my babe. When I got into class Isiah wasnt there. Thats unusual usually hes the first in class. Suddenely I got a txt from Kelsey: WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!?! Isiah and Josh just fought boy does ur guy have hands on him- Kels

My heart dropped, Man I cant catch a brake I thought to myself. I left class(without permission) and went to the office only to see Josh with a black eye and Isiah with a torn shirt and a bruised cheek. Isiah looked at me and tried to speak before I cut him off..

‘Listen, I cant deal with this if you guys are gonna fight over non sense. Look Im not the type of guy who is going to take sides for either one of you.

‘You better listen to your man Isiah’ Josh laughed

I walked over to Josh and grabbed him by collar of his shirt.

‘If you EVER put another hand on my boyfriend again I will hurt you and thats a promise!!’ I yelled at Josh while letting him go. After that I had a massive headache I dont deal with anger well, I left the office and went back to class. I put my head down and stayed that way until the end of class. The bell rang and I left, I got in my care to wait for Isiah he came shortly after me and got in. He went in to kiss me but I pushed him away.

‘Jasper im really sorry, he swung at me first. Am I not allowed to show self defense?

This was true I wasnt really mad at Isiah as more as I was mad the whole thing. Then I remembered that Kelsey was suppose to come over after school, like I really needed another reason for my headache to continue. Just then Kelsey knocked on my window.

‘You were about to leave me werent you? Douchebag she grumbled while getting into the back seat

‘Nice fight Isiah I got it all on my iphone, ill show you later ok?,

‘Yea, whatever Kels’ Isiah said softly

The car ride was silent besides the radio playing. When I pulled into the driveway I turned the car off and got out. I opened the door to the house and went in. They both came in and my mom was home cooking for the party. I went to my room and took 2 advil and got in bed. Isiah walked in, I rolled over not wanting to see him. He sat near my face and kissed my head, he rubbed my head until I fell asleep. I awoke at sometime and I herd my mom and dad talking with Isiah and Kelsey my headache was still booming. Then I herd the doorbell ring and kids screaming were ready to party!! Oh Shit I thought was it that late?

TO BE CONTINUED…

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***Author’s note: I do not know the sexual preference of any of the person written about in this story. Also, do not imply the sexual preference of any character’s written about in this story. Also, this story is completely pure fiction. I don’t know the real life story of the person this story is about. This story also includes men performing sexual acts so, if you are not the legal age in your state or part of the world. If not, please refrain from reading further. Also, this is my first foray into writing a story such as this, so please any suggestion or comments are welcome. Thank you and please enjoy.***

Part 1: The Beginning

After seeing the commercial and print ad for Nyquil starring the quarterback for the New Orleans Saints I knew I had to get him in bed. Aside from a few other NFL players he is one of the hottest players in the game. So, I decided to take vacation and fly down to New Orleans and see a game. So, I bought my airline ticket, game ticket, and, secured a rental car and was on my way. I arrived in the crescent city a few days in advance of the game so that I could get a layout of the stadium via a few tours, and set the beginning of my master plan into motion. Acting like a total tourist armed with a camera took key photographs of possible doors to get me into the lower parts of the stadium.

That night I logged into a local chat room and was able to meet someone that would be able to help me secure a final few things that I would need to make sure that I would be able to get into areas of the stadium that a normal person off the street would be able to. After chatting with my new friend, I logged out of my account and got ready to meet him at the rendezvous point, so I could receive the items I needed to reach my target. Once I received the items, I quick ran them back to my suite and since I was already dressed I decided to hit the town and check out a few of the bars since I was on vacation.

The next morning, Saturday, I hit the town picking up the remaining supplies that I would need, toys, lube, beer, condoms, and what not. Upon completing those tasks, I decided to tour the town and hit the sites and stir up a little fun. Later that night I tried to get some sleep in anticipation of tomorrow’s events, however sleep evaded me. So, again I hit the town and took in more nightlife.

The next morning, I woke early and began setting up the room for the nights events. I laid out candles around the room, rose petals on the bed, put the beer in the fridge, put the toys in the night stand, and, put lube and condoms on the night stand in close proximity to the bed. After that, I cleaned up the room making sure to hang the “Don’t disturb” sign on the door, and, made a call down to the front desk and asked them to not send anyone up to my suite under no circumstances to allow no one in there and not have the cleaning staff in. After making sure that everything was in order and to my liking I jumped in the shower. With my head just running with what was going to happen that night I was horny as hell. So, I decided to jack off. I squirted some body wash into my hand and started to rub them all over my body. Then I took my right hand and started massaging my cock to full mast and playing with my nipples with the left. Then, I took my left hand and started massaging the large orbs that my ball sack contained. I started moaning out from the pleasure that my hands were doing to my body imagining that the hot stud Drew was sucking on my pole. It didn’t take much longer and I was spraying the side of the shower and tub with my seed. After getting myself off I completed my shower, got out, and, dried off. Wrapping the towel around my waist, I went back to the bedroom, packed my bag with the items I would need later at the stadium and got dressed. After getting dressed I double checked the room making sure that everything was in order for the events of the coming evening. Then, I called down to the valet and had them bring my car around. Then, did one last check of the bedroom and then headed down to my car and left for the arena.

Of course being a native Wisconsinite I arrived early to the arena and did a little tailgating before the game. After eating food, I packed the things I wouldn’t need back into the trunk, grabbed my bag of supplies and ticket, locked the car, and headed into the stadium to my seat. The events of the game were quite uneventful, but the seat was amazing, right on the 50 yard line directly behind the Saints’ bench purposely so that I could steal looks at Drew while he was on the sidelines. After the game, I headed into the bathroom and changed into the janitor’s uniform and pinned on the name badge I had gotten from my friend two nights before. Exiting the men’s room I headed down the path to the door I needed following the path I recalled from memory and the pictures I had taken and studied to the letter. Before heading into the door I needed I quickly pulled out the map from my friend and studied it quickly so I could make my way down to the Saints’ locker room. Upon reaching the locker room I flashed my badge to the guard outside the door and headed in. I saw that the locker room had been empty and thought to myself, “Damn I missed my chance.” But, then I head some noises coming out of the showers. Of course being inquisitive by nature, I headed to the showers. And was amazed by what I saw. There in all of his naked glory was the object of my lust and desires jacking his amazing cock. It had to be at least 8.5 inches in lengths and as round as a toilet paper tube. Hiding around the corner, but allowing myself to still see I hid from his sight line. Taking in all of the glory of what I was seeing, but didn’t want to start jacking my self off to completely tire myself out for later. But, damn the show I was getting was hot as hell. After shooting his load he finished showering off and turned off the shower. At that point I thought I was screwed and not in a good way because he was making his way towards me and I was worried that I was going to be discovered. And unfortunately I was. But, being able to come up with something quick, I came up with a story and he didn’t rat me out to the guard outside. I then followed him to his locker and sat on the bench of course stealing glances at his now soft cock and his hot bubble butt. After he got dressed he had told me he had to go. I had to come up with something quick as to not let my chance to escape quicker than a hurricane. I quickly told him a story and attempted to convince him to at least get him to come to dinner with me. Of course not being a native to New Orleans I had no idea of to where to go, but I knew that one of my favorite chefs, Emril Lagasse, had a restaurant in town and implored him to come with me. To my shock and amazement he agreed.

Upon reaching the restaurant, I saw the line was completely wrapped around the block and halfway down the next I was completely crestfallen. Drew looked over at me and said, “What’s wrong?”

I said, “Look at the line. We will never get in.”

To which he replied, “Did you forget who you’re with? I’ll get us in and a seat in a matter of minutes.” I followed him to the host’s station and the host looked up and said, “Good evening Mr. Brees, how many in your party?” He replied, “Two my good man.” The host replied, “Right this way, please.” Drew glanced at me and said, “I told you not to worry.” I glanced back and gave him a smile. We placed our orders once the waitress came around and started talking while waiting for our food.

First thing out of his mouth were, “Okay you got me to dinner with you. And got me to believe the story you told me earlier. But, what are you really here for?” I thought for a minute and knowing from what I saw in the locker room earlier he is muscular enough that he could completely kick my ass. I sat there for a minute longer, and couldn’t think of a way to get out of this situation without a way to prevent that from happening. So, first I said to him, “Do you promise that no matter what I say you won’t leave or beat me up?” To which he replied, “I can’t make any promises, but, I can tell you this if you don’t tell me right now why really are here I will be calling the cops.” I said, “Okay, okay. Please don’t call the cops on me. I will tell you everything.” So, I threw all things out the proverbial window and told him, “From the moment I saw you on TV and in the print ads for Nyquil I’ve had a huge crush on you and I knew I had to have you.” He sat there for a minute and didn’t say anything. Which made me think I was dead, well not really dead, but in a complete world of hurt. Especially since he is a built stud and like I said to earlier could kick my ass. After what seemed like an eternity he finally spoke. Saying, “I’m completely shocked and in awe of this. I mean hell, I have received tons of fan mail from a lot of women and gays, but it was just that, FAN MAIL.” I was like oh shit I’m screwed. He then continued, “But, in all honesty from what I’ve seen of you this afternoon and this evening I feel I can tell you this. It has been months since I’ve even slept in the same bed as my wife. I feel completely alone in my house when she is around. Hell, I haven’t seen her naked or even had sex with her since the birth of our second child. We’ve taken to sleeping in separate rooms in our home. I have told her, well since we do have these lovely children please don’t leave me. I will allow you to do what you want with whomever you want, but just not in the home with the children. She has since taken on a boy toy, I was hurt at the beginning, but I knew she still loved me and I agreed to stay married to her and what not. She also relented and said that I could do what I want. But, haven’t.” I was like why is he telling me all of this. He must have sensed what I was thinking and said, “I feel I can tell you all of this because I know you won’t say anything.” To which I replied, “How are you so sure that I won’t?” To which he replied, “I really know why you’re here. I’ve known for three days what was going on. Do you really think that I normally would have stayed that long in the locker room after everyone was gone? Do you really think that I would have put on that show in the shower? Your “friend” is a close confidant of mine. I knew with all of the fan mail I was receiving especially from the gays I knew someone eventually would try to get with me. I know who you are and if you do say anything I will sue you so bad you will never ever be able to repay me. So, if I were you I wouldn’t even THINK ABOUT TALKING TO THE PRESS.” Upon hearing that I popped a hard on. I’ve never been turned on so much by being threatened with a law suit by such a stud. He continued, “There was a reason I had him e-mail me the picture you had sent him. And you don’t think I didn’t notice you sitting in the stands staring at me?” I was completely shocked and didn’t know how to respond. But, at least I wasn’t put in a world of hurt for now. Our meals arrived and we enjoyed our food and our banter turned into a lighter mood and enjoyed each other’s company. The bill came and I tried to reach for it and my hand was quickly swatted away and he said, “This is on me. I have a secret account from my wife that she knows nothing about for such an occasion.” I replied, “Thanks for dinner, stud.” And he said, “You’re welcome.”

He paid the bill and we headed back to my car and drove back to my hotel. During the ride back he said, “I have to run back to the stadium real quick.” So, we ran back there and I went with him to the locker room. He went into his locker, grabbed his jersey, signed it, and, handed it to me saying, “I want you to have this. As a souvenir of this occasion.” I gladly accepted it. We left and headed back to my hotel.

Upon returning to the hotel, he said, “I’m glad you have a hotel room here, I can’t take you back to my home as per my agreement with my wife.” I responded, “I completely understand.” We reached my suite and I asked him to wait outside for a minute. I went in and lit the candles and grabbed two beers. Then invited him into the suite. He stood aback for a minute. Then he spoke, “How did you know I would have even agreed to this?” I winked and flashed him my sexiest smile. We went into the living room area and opened our beers and drained them completely. I knew for at least this moment he was mine for the taking.

I reached over to his head and pulled it to mine and started making out with him. We started playing the hottest game of tonsil hockey ever. I reached up his shirt and started rubbing his hot, hairy, and, built chest. After a few moments he said, “I need to get out of this shirt. You need better access to me.” I helped him out of his shirt and helped me out of mine. And we resumed our make out session. I then reached down and started massaging his trouser snake through his jeans. I was amazed he was already half hard. Realizing what was going on he stood up and I helped him shuck his jeans. I had forgot for a minute that he was going commando. And let out a small gasp. I took is cock into my hands and started massaging it. Once it had gotten a bit harder I tried to take it in my mouth. He said, “Not just yet hot stuff. You have to beg for it.” I was now taken aback at his request. But, relented. I looked at him and said, “Please Drew allow me to suck your rod. I need to have it in my mouth.” He said, “Open up.” I opened up and he started face fucking me right then. After a few minutes he stood me up and took off the rest of my clothes and sat me back down on the couch and resumed face fucking me. I couldn’t get enough of his cock in my mouth. I grabbed his hips and pulled him closer to me so I could get more of him in my mouth. After a few minutes this hot fuzzy stud made a move that shocked even me. He stood me up and took my place on the couch and took my cock in his mouth. Now, I’ve had quite a few oral jobs in my life. But, somehow the job he was doing on my cock was some of the best work I’ve ever had. It was like he’d sucked many a cock in his life. He took my cock in his hand and began licking it like it was an ice cream cone. First licking up the left side, then the right. Paying special attention to my bulbous head and piss slit. Then, in the most amazing part he took my cock almost all the way into his mouth. By this point it was taking all the power I could to not fill this hot jock’s mouth with my seed. He continued sucking me off for a few minutes more. Then I got him to position himself to lay over the armrest of the couch so I could start face fucking him. Man could he suck a cock. I was able to get myself balls deep to where he was deep throating me. It was like the man had no gag reflex at all. After a few more minutes of letting him suck on me, I decided it was time to take this to the bedroom.

We entered the bedroom and he let out a little giggle and flashed me a smile when he saw all of the rose petals around the room. Then, he picked me up in his arms and laid me down on the edge of bed. And he knelt down, put my legs on his shoulders, and started teasing my hole with the tip of his tongue. Which sent sparks of electricity up and down my body. Then, without warning he entered my hole with his tongue. I started moaning out in ecstasy with what he was doing by working my hole with my tongue. Then, after a few minutes of eating out my ass he climbed up on the bed and we started making out. After a few minutes of making out he climbed into a 69 position and we started sucking each other off. Then, I started massaging the two perfect orbs of his ass. Then shocked him by licking his balls and taint. Then I decided to shock him by sticking my tongue in his fuck chute causing him to moan. The sensation of his moan on my cock caused my hips buck up at him. After a few minutes, he got up and turned me on my stomach, quickly grabbed the lube off of the stand and put some on his finger and started finger fucking me causing me to scream out in a little pain. After a few minutes, I had just gotten used to it he surprised me by sticking a second in. To which I replied, “MMMM that feels so good. Stretch out my hole for your big cock. I want it inside me, soon.” After a few more minutes, he took his fingers out, wrapped his hot fuck stick with a condom and put in my eagerly awaiting hole. Starting out slowly so I could get accustomed to his rod probing my hole he inched his way in my hole. After what seemed like an eternity he was finally balls deep into my ass. Waiting there for a few minutes he allowed me to get accustomed to him being inside me. Then, he slowly started fucking me. It felt so good having him fuck me. Then, he started picking up the pace and slapping my ass. I said to him, “Fuck me harder, big stud. I’ve been bad and need you to punish me.” He said, “Yes you have, and I will punish you for it.” He started fucking me like a piston and slapping my ass until it was bright red. After he was satisfied with my punishment, he turned me onto my back without even leaving my ass. Once on my back, I tried to stroke my cock only to have my hand slapped away. I tried again and got the same treatment. He said, “Not yet.” Not to be deterred I tried yet again. He slapped my hand a third time and exclaimed, “I said not yet, bitch!” Sensing I had something waiting in the drawer, he exited me walked over to the drawer, grabbed out the handcuffs and dildo I had in there. He gently moved me towards the head of the bed, climbed on top of me, took each of my hands and handcuffed them to the posts of the bed. Then he said, “See what happens when you disobey me.” Then put my legs on my shoulders allowing him access once again to my hole. Then, he lubed up the dildo and shoved it in my ass and started fucking me with it causing me to moan out and yell with pleasure. After a few minutes of fucking me with the dildo he reinserted himself into my rest retched out hole. And man did he know how to fuck. After a few more minutes of fucking he reached up and removed the handcuffs and said, “Now you may stroke your cock.” He resumed fucking me and I quickly started stroking my cock. It didn’t take but a few minutes and I shot the hugest load I’ve ever shot. It was like my cock was turned into a geyser. I counted like 10 volleys of cum erupting out of my cock. And it went everywhere landing on the wall, on my face, and all over my chest. To which he said, “Damn after I thought your ass couldn’t be ANY tighter I am completely surprised how your hole is grabbing onto my cock. After my cock was done erupting, he withdrew his cock and stroked himself off until he let loose with 10 volleys of cum recovering my body with his seed. And then he collapsed on top of me for a few minutes. Then we went to the bathroom and showered off. After showering, we went back to the bedroom and laid on the bed. I snuggled up to him and laid my head onto his hairy chest.

The next morning we woke, ordered breakfast, and chatted for a but. What happened next surprised me. (To which to this day I’m still in awe about) He said to me, “I’m glad that you were able to get this set up. Do you remember how I said that I have a secret account that my wife doesn’t know about?” I sat there for a minute with a puzzled look on my face. After letting the question roll around in my head for a minute. I replied, “Yes hun I do.” He continued, “Well after last night and how you took all of those measures to get me here…..” he paused for a minute and continued, “You are mine now and you’re not leaving New Orleans.” My jaw must have hit the ground. I was completely in shock with what he said. I wasn’t sure how to respond to that. But, after a few moments, I said to him, “I can’t accept this offer. I have to get back to Wisconsin to my job, my family and, my friends.” He sat there for a minute and then spoke, “I don’t care about that. I told you I have a secret account. Now, I’m not going to tell you how much is there. But, suffice it to say, there is enough there to keep you comfortably until you find a job. Also, because I’ve become completely enamored with you. Also, as part of this package I will supply you with a place to live completely rent free, a vehicle of your choice to use as you see fit. And as far as friends an family they are welcome to come down to see you anytime they want. And if necessary on my dime. And of course the best part of all unbridled access to me ANYTIME you want. So, you see I’m not taking no for an answer.” I sat there for a minute that seemed like an eternity. Then, I excused myself to the bedroom area of the suite and made a few phone calls and made the necessary arrangements for my belongings to be shipped to New Orleans within the week. And of course called my lousy job and told them I quit effective immediately. After making the appropriate calls, I returned to my awaiting stud, and told him I would agree and be his forever. After finishing our breakfast we showered and got dressed and left the hotel. We hit the streets starting by returning my rental, then went to the Porsche dealership and he purchased for me my brand new Porsche S Black Edition because when you have a hunky football stud you have to have a car befitting such status. We got in and started the search for my new pad, and just enjoyed the day together.

(To be continued)

***Sorry about the length of my story. Once I got started it seemed like I couldn’t stop. Thank you for reading. Any and all suggestions and comments will be welcomed. I hope you enjoyed it. Lastly, if you want to leave suggestions for the next story I will attempt to entertain those suggestions. Thanks again.***

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I had my first gay sexual experience while haning out with a freind. I had dreamed of what sex with another guy would be like but never really got the chance to experience it until then. I am a heavy set guy with a 6 inch cock. The day it happened I was sitting on my freinds bed watching him play a video game when the guy who lived in the apartment downstairs knocked on the door. Donny was tall with curly brown hair, brown eyes that sparkled when he smiled and a foo manchu mustach. He was lean and muscular. He was a soft spoken trucker. He sat next to me on the bed. I could sense what he wanted and it filled me with both fear and excitement. Fear because I didn’t really know him. We had spoken a few times but only for a few moments. I was excited because this could possibly turn into a sexual encounter.

Suddenly my freind got a call on his cell from his sister. She wanted him to do something her. “I’m gonna have to take you home.” “I am not ready to go home yet” I objected. That’s when Donny spoke up. “He can hang out with me until he’s ready to go and I’ll take him home.” I smiled and thanked him. My freind left and I followed Donny into his apartment. It was warm outside and when I stepped inside it was like a sauna. H cleared a space off the couch and we sat down. “So, your freind tells me your gay?” I was taken aback. I made a mental note to talk to my freind about telling people I’m gay. I nodded. “I’m bi myself”. I nodded. “Have you ever done anything with another guy before?” he asked. I shook my head. “No but I’ve wanted to try some stuff.” Donny raised an eyebrow. “Like what?” I shurgged. “Oh you know, the usual stuff. kiss, suck, anal.”

Donnie nodded. “You want me to do it with you?” I smiled sheepishly. “We really dont know eachother that well”. He laughed. “I would never do anything to hurt you.” My mind was telling me to be cautious and my body was screaming “DO IT!!!” “Ok”. He nodded. “Good, what do u want to do first?” I thought. “Could you strip for me?” He smiled. “You got it”. He stood. I watched as he lifted his shirt over his head. His chest and abs were smooth and sculpted. He unbuckled his jeans and slid then down over his boney hips. He was wearing a pair of white breifs and I could see the buldge in front. My cock hardned as he slipped his underwear off. His cock popped out like a spring. It was at least 7 inches and rock hard.

He sat down and smiled at me while gently stroking his meat. “Your turn.” I stood and slowly took off my clothes. Donny sat there stroking his cock and smiling. I sat down next to him. “Now what?” I asked. He shrugged. “You wanna touch it?” he asked looking down at his hardening cock. I grabbed it at the base. It felt warm and fleshy. I moved my hand up and down. Donny closed his eyes. I leaned over and took the head of his cock into my mouth. He moaned. “Oh yeah, suck me!” I alternated sucking and moving my hand up and down. He ran a hand down my side. He stopped me. “Dont want to cum too early.” He stood and told me to lay on my back on the couch. I felt his weight as he laid ontop of me. He moved his hips rubbing his long, heavy cock against mine. I grabbed onto his smooth, firm ass and felt the muscles flex.

He kissed me. “God you’re so fucking hot!” he murmered. I smiled. No guy had ever said that to me before. Donny stood. He told me to lay on my stomach. I did and he spread my ass cheeks apart. I gasped when I felt him lick my crack. “That feels so good!” I exclaimed. He stuck his tough further in my ass. I was panting. I felt a slight pain as he inserted a finger into my hole. I grunted. “Damn are you tight!” he exclaimed. I laughed. “What do you expect? I’ve never been fucked before.” He inserted another finger. I felt my sphicter open more. He stood and got a tube of lube and a condom. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked. I nodded. “It’s gonna hurt.” I nodded. He put on the condom and lubed his hard prick.

He knelt behind me and I felt the head of his cock brush against my hole. “Try to relax” he said. I felt searing pain as he pushed into me. he wiggled the head of his cock in and out a few times to get me to open up more. I sucked in air though my gritted teeth. He pushed more of his prick up inside me. Soon the pain gave way to pleasure. When he was all the way in he laid there ontop of me for a few moments. “You ready?” I nodded but said nothing. He grabbed my hips with both hands and began thrusting. The sensation of his cock pushing and pulling against my anus made me moan. “Yeah, fuck me!” I could feel his balls slapping gently against me as he thrust. “You’re so tight!” he moaned.

He reached between my legs and began jerking me off. The room had grown warmer and we were both sweating. Donny really began to pound my ass. “MMMMM! Fuck me!” I whimpered. His breathing had become shallow. I knew he was close. “I’m gonna cum!” he thrust a few more times and yanking the condom off erupted all over my back. We lay there panting. When he went soft he pulled out and told me to flip over onto my back. He positioned himself between my legs and began sucking. I was moaning softly. “Yeah!” He gently rubbed my balls. I felt them tighten. “I’m gonna cum!” I moaned. He jerked me off furiously until I exploaded.

We cleaned up and dressed. Donny took me home and told me that if I wanted to we could do that alot more. I kissed him as I got out of the car. I deffinately wanted to.

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