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  • Along The Beaten Path

    I had just graduated high school, and was spending a quiet summer just being lazy until I headed for college. Keeping up with my daily routine of running and trying to stay in shape, I would get up early in the morning around 6:00 am, just as the sun was rising, and head to the woods around my house, where I’d run for hours, smelling the scents of the morning, feeling the pine needles beneath my feet.

    One morning I started my routine, and headed into the woods, and immediately smelled smoke. My first instinct was to call the fire department, but I decided to check it out for myself before calling the authorities.

    Heading deep into the foliage, I came across a small campfire, and a sleeping bag. A backpack was haphazardly thrown up against a tree, and it looked as if someone was brewing coffee, from the looks of the percolator that sat upon the logs.

    Appearing suddenly was a grizzled old man, his long grey hair loose around his shoulders, wet and straight. He wore a pair of grey nylon running pants, and a tank top that revealed a massively furry chest. His entire upper torso was covered in the same massive fur, thick and deep. His face was adorned with a matching beard which looked as though it hadn’t been trimmed for years, bushy and peppered with dark hair. He sat on the ground and poured himself a cup of coffee when he looked up after hearing my feet against the ground.

    ‘Who’s there?’ he answered in a deep, baritone voice. I came from out of the clearing and he looked at me with wary eyes.

    ‘Sorry to have startled you. I run here every morning, and I wasn’t expecting anyone to be here. This is actually private property’. He didn’t say anything for a moment, still eyeing me with a look of disdain, then said, ‘There aren’t any signs posted.’

    ‘Well, it’s my family’s land.’ I became quite indignant at his manner of speaking, and I stood there quite defiantly, waiting for his next move.

    He seemed to soften a bit, and smiled, his teeth missing in several places. ‘Name’s Bud. Just Bud’.

    ‘Landon Gates. Nice to meet you. Are you homeless?’

    ‘What makes you think that?’

    ‘Well, you’re rather utilitarian with your items. Campers usually bring more stuff’. He smiled again and beckoned me over, pouring me a cup of coffee. I sat next to him and savored the rich and delicious brew. He smelled rather clean, as if he’d just taken a bath, and the more I looked at him, the more handsome I noticed he was. His eyes were a striking blue, and at one time, he was probably very handsome and a catch for many women.

    ‘I hope ya don’t mind me crashing here. The cops have been all over my ass about parking my shit beneath overpasses and in parks. Lost my place about four or five months ago. Social Security doesn’t pay a whole lot to afford a decent place to live.’

    ‘I’m sorry for your troubles, sir.’

    ‘Please, call me Bud.’ He smiled at me again and seemed to be looking me over. ‘You about 20?’

    ‘Yes, sir-I mean, Bud.’

    ‘Run a lot?’

    ‘Every morning. Gotta keep in shape’.

    ‘You gotta a nice body, kid.’

    ‘Thanks. I work at it.’ I found myself looking at all that massive foliage on his body and wanting to touch it, run my fingers through that hot fur. ‘You’re not so bad, either.’ He shot me a cocky glance, and grinned rather wickedly.

    ‘You like this fur?’

    ‘Yes, sir.’

    ‘Would you like to touch it?’

    ‘Yes, sir.’

    ‘Come on over, then.’ I drew close to him and began to rub my hands against his chest, feeling the thickness of his hirsute frame. I slid my hands down his shirt and relished in the luxuriousness of all that beautiful manscape. I looked up and he was smiling broadly, leaning back on his hands.

    ‘Would you like to touch mine?’ I asked. He leaned forward and slid off my tee shirt, his coarse, rough hands sliding across my chest, feeling the smooth skin, the beginnings of my six pack. He stopped at my nipples and began to rub them with his calloused thumbs. The very touch sent me reeling and I closed my eyes and took in his touch.

    ‘You like that, boy?’

    ‘Yes, sir.’ He leaned into me and placed his mouth on my right nipple, sucking greedily, while playing with the left. I pulled him into me, running my hands through his hair, across his furry back, as he relished taking advantage of my young frame.

    ‘Damn, boy, you’ve got a hard fucking body. You taste incredible’. He pulled his mouth away from my nipple, grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into a deep tongue kiss, our tongues literally swallowing each other’s throats. He tasted of scotch and cigarettes, which turned me on even more. I reached down and took hold of his crotch, which was erect, standing out about 8 inches, with a thick mushroom head. He pulled away and smiled wickedly.

    ‘Get down there and suck my cock, boy. Show Daddy how you can suck a cock’. I quickly obliged and pulled down his nylon pants, taking his massive tool into my eager lips. I swallowed every inch as he moaned in pleasure, his hands running through the back of my head.

    ‘Oh my god, yes, boy. Suck that cock. Suck your Daddy’s big dick for me’. I tasted every luscious inch of his man meat, and felt precum against my lips. I licked off his salty goodness and leaned down to take his balls into my mouth. I rolled them around and he moaned even louder.

    Standing me up, he pulled down my biking shorts and took my took in his furry lips, also taking the entire shaft down his throat. I groaned in pleasure, looking down and he stared up at me with those beautiful eyes, grabbing onto my nipples and playing with them eagerly, his rough hands feeling magical against the tender flesh.

    He stood up and kissed me again, cupping my ass and fingering my tight, puckered hole with his finger. He took me to a tree, bent me over and buried his face into my ass, his tongue flicking in and out, driving me to states I’d only dreamed of. He pressed his body against me and leaned down, whispering in my ear, ‘I’m gonna fuck that beautiful ass of yours, boy. You ready to take Daddy’s dick in that fine ass?’

    ‘Yes, sir.’ He slapped me on the ass cheek, his hand stinging as it hit the flesh.

    ‘I don’t think I heard you, boy!’ he growled.

    ‘YES SIR!’ I cried out. He laughed menacingly and said in a low tone, ‘That’s better, boy. Now, here comes Daddy’s big meat’. He entered me, and at first it hurt like a son of a bitch, the last person entering me the captain of the high school football team, and he was about 8 inches as well. But as he was fucking me, I could feel his gloriously furry body against mine, his hands around me, kissing the back of my neck, plunging his hardness into me, his balls slapping against my ass. I begged him to slow down, but he answered me with another slap to the ass.

    ‘I’ll tell you when I’m ready to slow down, boy. Now shut the fuck up and take it like a man’. He pounded me harder, and I closed my eyes, holding onto the tree as he probed my prostate with his mushroom head.

    ‘Fuck me, Daddy. Oh , please fuck your boy!’ I yelled.

    ‘Oh yeah, boy. Daddy likes it when you beg.’ This went on for what seemed like hours, then he began to grunt loudly, pumping harder and harder, until he pulled out, shooting a hot load of cum all over my back and ass cheeks. He then spun me around and watched as I jerked my load off, his mouth eagerly waiting for what was to arrive.

    ‘Yeah, boy. Feed your daddy.’ I shot my creamy jizz all over his beard, into his mouth, and he lapped it up like cream.

    We sat on the ground for awhile, just talking, kissing, exploring a bit more, when I realized it was getting to be near breakfast, and I told him I had to go.

    ‘Do ya mind if I stay here for awhile longer?’ he asked. I thought for a minute, then smiled.

    ‘Listen, there is a room over the garage that no one uses. Mom and Dad are leaving on a business trip to Paris in a few days. Why don’t you stay there? They’ll be gone for almost six months!’

    ‘Are you sure they won’t mind?’

    ‘They won’t even know. Besides, you can sleep in the house with me’. We both smiled broadly and kissed each other, my hands gravitating to his beautiful furry chest.

    ‘I want to fall asleep in that forest,’ I said. He put his arm around me and kissed me passionately again.

    ‘And I want to take that ass again. Just remember, you’re Daddy’s boy now’.


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  • A Lesson In Revenge

    I finish work and come home to my girlfriend of five years, her face as beautiful as the day we met and her smile to greet me as glowing as ever. I look her in the eye and ask her if she has had a nice day, to which she replies with the usual pleasantries “Yes dear, how was yours?” I reply “The usual darling.”

    She comes over to me and gives me a kiss on the lips and a big hug and retorts “I’m glad you liked it.” While that is not a strange response, the guilt within me triggers paranoid thoughts that she knows my secret. I did not go for a sandwich at lunch; I had my regular meet with a local transvestite. I dismiss the thought and believe there is no way she can know what I did; she has been at home sorting one of many amounting chores around the house that need doing.

    While I feel the guilt of going behind Nicole’s back, I cannot help myself. After all the years we have been together the sex has become mundane and predictable. I want more from my sex life but cannot bring myself to discuss this with her. She has always been there for me, loving and caring but uninspiring in the bedroom. If I cannot tell her this, how can I tell her that I am bi-sexual? This simple answer is, I cannot.

    I walk through to the bathroom and get undressed for a shower. I want to remove any evidence of the day’s activities. I wash all over, rubbing my cock and fantasising about my next meet with ‘Eva’ when I hear the bathroom door open. In walks Nicole, a spring in her step and completely naked except for a pair of red high heels and black fishnet stockings. She looks at me and raises a pair of handcuffs using only her finger and says to me “I think we need to have some fun mister!” Is this for real? Have my dreams come true? I follow her to the bedroom, watching her toned tiny bum wiggle and she walks in front of me.

    As we get into the bedroom she orders me to get on the bed with my ass in the air. The order from Nicole gives me a fit of submission and I obey her commands. She guides my wrists to the frame of the bed and places them in the handcuffs she so seductively teased me with in the bathroom. As I lay there extremely exposed to her will and desire I am informed that I am to be blindfolded. She announces to me “You’re going to be spanked because you have been a very naughty boy.” My heart races with expectation and my imagination runs wild as she ties a pair of her tights around my head; only the faintest glimmer of light gets through them.

    I begin to feel her gentle hands slap my ass, gradually getting harder and harder as I wonder where this side of Nicole has come from and where she has been hiding. Another slap brings me back into focus of the situation, my ass beginning to become tender from the ever increasing heavy slaps. Little does she know, this is the treatment I get from Eva once every week.

    After what seems only a short time, she stops spanking me and I hear her footsteps walk away and open the door. My mind races with anticipation, where is she going? What will she do next?

    Bang! Her hand hits me even harder, the force of which is just on my threshold for pain. She shouts at me “You have been a very naughty boy and you are going to be punished!” I doubt I have ever got so hard so fast; it drives me crazy as I let out a gentle moan at the thought of what is to come.

    Bang! Another blow, this time even harder that makes me moan out loud. The pain from the blow blocks out the feeling that it felt different somehow. I hear her giggle and also a faint click in the background. I begin to question what I heard but I am swiftly told to shut up. Her voice seems somewhat different to what I was expecting, where is she?

    I didn’t have time to ask her before I feel two big hands grab my ass and spread it wide. Panic sets in. These are not Nicole’s hands! “What’s going on?” I scream. The panic truly sets in as she begins her response. “I came to your work today to give you some lunch I made for you but you were leaving as I arrived. I decided to follow you thinking it would be fun to surprise you.” I know exactly what has happened but she carries on “But you did not go for food, you went to a house where I saw you greeted by a man dressed head to toe in clothes you have never even see me in.” My heart sinks. My bi-sexual secret is out and she is going to tell everybody.

    “I have thought about what to do with you” she begins, “do I out you? Do I leave you?” I know both are inevitable. “What you do next will decide what I do. I am going to film you now while my lovely friend Aaron fucks your ass with no mercy whatsoever. You can submit or I can out you, your choice.” I pause for a second, thinking of anyway to explain my actions but I am put off by Aaron’s tongue licking from my balls all the way over my ass. “I submit” is the only thing I dare say.

    As I lay there, hands sweating, legs shaking, all I can do is moan as Aaron pushes his fingers deep inside me. They feel so big inside my ass and I know he has only used two so far. Nicole encourages him to use more to which he obliges and uses a third finger in my ass. I groan fairly loud from a mixture of pain and hidden pleasure as he pushes even deeper. I hear Nicole giggle to my left as she films me being used. I try to think of how to convince her to let me keep the video but Aaron’s fingers prevent me from thinking straight.

    “Aaron baby” she calls, “I think it is time this bitch got what he deserved don’t you?” Before I can begin to wonder what lays ahead I heard Aaron’s deep voice “Mmmhmmm, it is time for this bitch to get it.” His deep voice feels like it vibrates through my cock as it gets harder, hanging between my legs. I feel him get off the bed and hear the unmistakeable sound of jeans being taken off and a condom being put on. Nicole’s gasp and statement of “oh my” makes me worry about what is to come. I’ve never actually been fucked before; Eva is not dominant and will only be fucked.

    As he gets back on the bed, his hands grasping my hips I feel his sizeable manhood press against my quivering ass. He begins to push against my ass but it takes a few seconds before he enters my tight hole. The pain is temporary but feels like a lifetime, is this a cock or a fucking torpedo that has just entered my ass? I let out a yelp which is accompanied by slight laughter from both Aaron and Nicole. I deserve this but she is enjoying it also, what is she going to do next?

    The first few times Aaron thrusts it hurts my ass, I would ask him to be gentle but I am in no position to be making requests. I have to endure what is going to happen to me and take it from there.

    He carries out pushing his cock deep inside me, I begin to moan each time he does. His deep voice makes for an amazing grunt and he fucks me harder and harder. He must have at least eight inches between his legs. It feels huge inside my tight previously virginal ass. As I start to moan even louder I hear Nicole mutter under her breath “mmmm yeah baby.” Could it be she is actually enjoying this?

    Aaron’s groans get louder and faster and he fucks my ass harder and deeper. My cock grows with excitement, swinging between my legs as he ruins my ass. Nicole must have noticed this as she tells Aaron to stop and ‘let me have it’. What could she mean? I pray it does not get worse than this.

    As he pulls out I get the most amazing feeling downstairs, a feeling I cannot describe but which makes my legs give way and my cock explode with hot sticky cum. I want to enjoy the moment but I can’t as I hear Aaron pull his condom off and Nicole yelling “fucking do it to the little bitch!” He groans louder and louder as I feel the bed shaking. He places a hand on my back, leans on me and unloads all over my ass and balls, I feel it run down my ass, over my balls, down my dick and drip onto the bed.

    “Mmmm thank you Aaron, you can get dressed and let yourself out now” Nicole announces with a slight breathlessness about her voice. Did she get off on that? I guess I will find out. No sooner had I thought about that I hear the door go and Aaron has left. Just Nicole and myself now, the departure of Aaron is a disappointment as I won’t get to see the man who took my anal virginity.

    “So what shall we do with this?” she asks referring to the video she has, “what is it worth to never show this anybody ever?” I think that she wants the house, the car and all the rest but I know it would be worth to keep that video private. “Anything you want” I reply, preparing for the worst.

    “OK…” she begins with a devilish look in her eye, “from now on; you are my slave, to do with as I please. You will fulfil all my fantasies without objection; you will do everything I tell you without delay. You will be fucked weekly by strange men who you will never know. You are now owned and will obey your master’s every command. Do you accept?”

    My first job? Cleaning the sheets and having another shower.

  • A hot hookup

    I am a 40-something cd who gets off dressing up really slutty. I love wearing nylons or hose, heels, short skirts, bras, panties, wigs, make-up, and painted nails. I love to have my body shaved smooth because it makes me feel soft and fem. When I am all made up all I want to do is please a man. I suck dick, rim ass, swallow cum, and I love to bend over and take it deep in my tight ass.

    I had been really needing some action so I got on the computer trying to find a guy to fulfill my needs. It took a while but I eventually set up a meeting at a hotel not far from home for the upcoming weekend. We swapped some pics and I was really impressed with his cock. I could hardly wait.

    Friday arrived and I went to the hotel and started getting ready by taking a hot bubble bath and shaving my body. I then appllied my nails and painted both my fingers and toes a deep red. After that, I did my make-up really slutty and put on a short, dark wig. Next came the black bra and panty set I had recently bought, then my black stockings and black 4″ strappy heels. To finish it off I put on a short, tight black silky dress.

    I still had about 45 minutes to wait and my cock was SO hard, I decided to relive the pressure by jacking off before he arrived. I was so worked up that I blew a huge load in my hand then eagaerly licked it clean. I really hoped this was going to be a hot night.

    He called for the room number right on time. I gave to him then took one last look in the miiror. I felt that I looked good and hoped he would feel the same. The knock came at the door and I nervously opened it and let him in. The look in his eyes answered my question about my look. There was total lust in his eyes and I loved the way he was checking me out.

    He was hot! He stood about 6’2″ with a nice build and brown hair. His arms were strong but not overly muscular and his face was clean shaven and he looked to be in his mid 30’s. I could see the bulge begin to grow in his tight jeans. It was definitely impressive. I couldn’t wait to get it out.

    After I closed the door, he took me in his arms and kissed me hard. His tongue was in my mouth and I was getting a little dizzy with passion. It was then I noticed his hands squeezing my ass as he pulled me close enough that I could feel his hardening cock pressing against me. He paused from the kiss long enough to tell me that he really liked how I looked. After another deep kiss, I broke the embrace and led him into the room. We sat on the bed and I told him that I thoght he was very attractive and that I could hardly wait to see him naked.

    “Soon baby. Right now I want to see you model that sexy dress for me.” I stood up and slowly turned, letting him take in the view. As I came back around facing him, I saw the smile on his face letting me know he was pleased.

    “I was wondering if you would mind if I take a picture of you? You really look sexy and I want to be able to look at you later.”

    “No problem. Take as many as you want.”

    Over the next few minutes, I posed for him as he took quite a few pictures. His erection was straining against his jeans and my mouh was watering at the thought of it being in my mouth. I was about to go crazy. I needed it and I needed it NOW. I had to make my move so I got on my knees in front of him and started rubbing his hard dick thru those tight fucking jeans.

    “I need your cock in my mouth baby. You are making me nuts. Please take it out now.”

    He smiled as he stood and slowly unzipped his jeans and pushed them down to his knees. He wasn’t wearing any underwear so that beautiful cock stood straight out. It was gorgeous, about 8″, and about average thickness. He kicked off his shoes so I finished pulling his pants off. Then I was on it.

    I took him in my hand and slowly slid my hand up and down his entire lenght. His dick was so warm and the skin so soft. A bit of pre-cum appeared on the head and I quickly licked it off, tasting his juice. I then licked up and down the shaft, wetting his dick from base to head. I also licked his balls, taking one, then the other in my mouth. He was moaning softly as I worshipped his manhood. I worked my way back to the head, opened my mouth, and began working it in. Slowly I took more and more till I had half of his hot dick, then I started sucking. Up and down, up and down, sucking and slobbering all over his meat. The wetter it got the more I took. I relaxed my throat and took more. I wanted it all.

    He was moaning louder now, coaxing me on. He put his hands on my head and gently pushed down until I had taken every inch. I started to gag and he released his grip but I was intent on deep throating his dick. I took a breath and went back down, taking it all and pauseing.

    “Holy shit! That feels good Jamie. Suck my dick!”

    I went back to working up and down, taking all of his dick about every 3 or 4 motions.he tasted wonderful and I loved feeling him fucking my mouth. I hated taking it out, but to break for air every so often, at which time I would stroke him firmly. I kept this up for a good 15 minutes, hearing him take a picture everyy now and then. He eventually pulled me up off of him.

    “Take you panties off and get on the bed on all fours.”

    I did as I was told and heard the camera again. A few more pics and then he was pushing my dress up to my waist. The next thing I knew, he was licking my hot hole. His tongue was all over my ass, licking and flicking it on my entrance. I felt so good I couldn’ t help but let out a moan. I was in heaven and his tongue was giving me so much pleasure.

    “Oh yes baby, eat me. Eat my ass good. Fuck it with that hot tongue.”

    His tongue was inside me, darting in and out then all around. Then he was stroking my hard member, almost taking me over the edge. I couldn’t take it anymore.

    “Fuck me baby. I need you in me! Please fuck me with that hot cock.”

    I felt the head pressing against me. More pics. I felt more pressure, then as his cock slowly slid in, I heard the camera clicking away. He kept pushing until he was buried to the hilt. I felt so full. I loved it. He held it there, letting me get used to his size, then started a slow and easy motion. He would puul back until he was almost out then push slowly all the way back in. My body was electric and soon I was moving to meet his gentle thrust. We had a good. rythm going and I was loving it.

    “Oh god you feel so good in me. Fuck me baby! Oh fuck me deep. Give me every inch of that hard dick. Fuck that ass baby! Fuck it hard.”

    He picked up the pace and started slamming it in a litttle harder. I cock jumped with every thrust. My whole body was tingleing so I pushed back against him every time he buried his dick in me.

    “Shit! Fuck me baby! Fuck me like the slut I am. Use my ass motherfucker! Fuck me hard and deep.”

    He started slamming his dick in me. Fucking me so hard that I moaned with every thrust. I could hear the sound of our bodies smacking together. He continued to fuck me with a vengance. Then it happened. He had pushed me to the edge of extacy.

    “Fuck! I’m going to cum! Fuck me baby! OH YES, FUCK MY ASS! OH GOD! OH GOD, I’m CUMMMMINNNNG”

    My cock started twitching and then it exploded. Cum shot out of my cock with spasm after spasm. I thought I was going to blackout. My ass tightened around his dick as he rammed me hard and fast. Then he sank it deep one more time and began filling me with his spunk. He gripped my hips tight and held me against him as his cock jumped and twitched with each spurt. As the orgasm subsided, he slowly loosened his grip but did not pull out until he started going limp. When he finally fall out, I felt his cum start to ooze out. We were both exhausted and fell on the bed holding each other. We rested for a while before round two. More to cum. Until then, XXXOOO.


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  • None so blind

    At 29 years of age and dreading the thought of soon being 30, and still unattached emotionally,  I began to search for one thing that would define the beginning of my third decade.  Something big, that I would always remember, but it had to fit within the limitations of my vacation time and of course my budget.  I wouldn’t be flying around the world to climb Kilimanjaro or water skiing the Amazon.  I had to focus on more practical exploits.

    I am Ted Bagley, facing the end of my twenties and alone.  I recently broke up with my girlfriend of four years, she wanted to get married, I didn’t, relationship over.  It’s been three months now since Caroline and I parted company; I’ve been out on a few dates (less than ten) but I’ve not hit it off with anyone in a way that made me want to keep seeing her. Back before Caroline and I got together, my best buddy Adam and I usually went out to a club or bar on weekends, on the pull as the Brits say.  We weren’t very successful at that either.

    I was bemoaning my sorry state of being single again and facing the big ‘three o’ with one of my lady friends at work.  She sympathized  with me especially the turning 30 bit as she had done it a few months ago.   She pulled a card from her handbag and held it out to me.

    “Teddy, get your skinny ass to the gym and get yourself a new body.  It will do wonders for you physically and more importantly, mentally.  You’ve seen what it did for me!”

    Immediately I remembered that she had a full makeover as her gift to herself.  She joined a gym, lost almost 20 pounds, had a cosmetic makeover too and she looks wonderful now, she’s full of self confidence and dating regularly.  The change in her was dramatic and she seems to be a much happier person than before.  Several of the other ladies at work have begun similar programs after Jeanne’s success.  I decided I would do it and went straight to the gym after work, giving Jeanne’s name as a referral got her a free month at the club too.

    My best friend and confidant, Adam Anthony moved away six months ago for a big promotion with his company, he’d be doing this with me if he were here.  Adam and I met in Preschool and have been best friends since.  We played sports together starting off in T-Ball and progressed to Pee Wee League sports then on to high school baseball and wrestling.

    Adam excelled in wrestling and got a scholarship to our state university to wrestle.  While I was better at baseball, though not a scholarship athlete I did make our college team as a walk on.  With each of us in different sports we were able to see the other’s matches/games and cheer him on, we even managed to room together for the last three years at college.  After graduation we both got jobs in the same city and naturally roomed together until Caroline and I got serious and moved in together.  Adam got his own place and continued to do the bars and clubs alone.  I was absolutely lost when Adam moved to Colorado after 21 years of him in my life.  I haven’t thought of it the other way around until lately; I suppose Adam was just as lost when Caroline and I were together.

    As I drove to the gym, I wished for the umpteenth time that Adam was here to do the gym rat thing with me.  There was nothing for me to do but go it alone.  I stopped on my way home from work and talked with an instructor/trainer, signed up and headed to the Sports Store at the Mall for workout gear.

    I had just over five and a half months until the big three oh.  The trainer assured me that with his program my body would be ripped beyond belief in ninety days, if I followed his instructions and the workout regimen.

    That night at home I resolved that I would do this, I’ll build my new body and change my outlook on life.  I almost cried on my way home from the first workout session, even my hair hurt.  I spent over thirty minutes in the Jacuzzi at the gym, but it offered little relief, I fell on my bed and didn’t wake until five a.m.  I missed dinner, so I was very hungry when I woke.

    A huge part of the success of the workout regimen I was on depended upon my diet as well as the exercises.  I automatically peeled an Orange, washed off a carrot and threw in about half a mango and turned on the juicer.  Next up was my least favorite, egg whites. Ugh!  I finished off with a protein shake and hit the shower and got ready for work.  On the way out the door I stopped to mark off day one on the calendar.

    Sometime into the second week I began to feel better, my body no longer screamed at me after a two hour workout.  I’ve begun to run on the gym’s indoor track.  Near the end of my first month, I caught myself wanting to ditch work and head the the gym.  I felt more alive than and any time I can remember.  My body was responding and beginning to harden up into muscle.  

    One afternoon I was doing sit ups with my trainer he stopped me on the rise up and told me to look at the mirror.  There on my very own stomach was the outline of a six pack of abdominal muscles.  I looked down.  It was real!   I thanked my trainer and when I got home I know I spent an hour looking in the floor to ceiling mirror I had installed in the spare bedroom which was now my home gym.  

    It was time to buy some new clothes, I didn’t fit so well into the 27 inch waist pants I wore when I started at the gym.  I now wear a 29 inch waist and the next size neck size up for a dress shirt.  When I tried on new pants I was amazed when I looked over my shoulder.  I have a round bubble butt, I reached my hand back and felt my butt, it was rock hard. The store assistant came up to me as I was trying on the pants and shook his head.  

    “Those are not fitting you very well Sir.  With your permission I suggest we move over to another section of this department to our designer wear.  You will want to show off your obvious assets to their best advantage.   The cost is a bit more but the clothes will fit and make you stand out.  Like the song says ‘every girl’s crazy about a sharp dressed man.’  He flitted off and came back with his arms loaded with clothes.  I left the store with three pairs of new slacks, five dress shirts, five ties and two pairs of shoes.  

    The next day at work was fun, the word spread like wildfire and there was a parade of women by my desk all day.  While I thought it funny a part of me reveled in the attention.  Even Jeanne, who had told me to “get my skinny ass to the gym” was impressed and I thought I sensed her ‘coming on’ to me a bit.  But the craziest part to me was that the men at work seemed to listen closer when I talked and began deferring to me in decision making.  That didn’t happen before when I was skinny Teddy.

    I was at home Saturday morning preparing to do a run through the neighborhood and the City Park nearby  when the phone rang, it was Adam, just calling to chat.  Memories of him and how I missed him flooded back.  The workouts and the gym  had kept me from dwelling on our separation.  When he asked what I had been up to lately I told him I was building a new body.  

    Adam started laughing.  “Teddy, you expect me to believe you’re going to the gym and working out to bulk up that skinny ass body of yours?  And without me there to push you to do it.  I’ll have to see it to believe it bud.”

    “Yeah, well I can’t wait to see the look on your face when we meet up again.  I’ll bet I could walk right by you without you even knowing who I am.”

    “Sure man, Like I wouldn’t recognize the best friend I’ve ever had.  That’s a laugh.  I sure would like to see you though, after twenty plus years of being together, being 600 miles apart sucks.  There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t want to tell you something.  Hey Ted, did you ever figure out something to do for our Birthday celebration?  All I can think of is getting drunk and crying!”

    “I know, the one thing that I keep coming back to is a camping/fishing trip in the mountains.  I don’t have a clue as to what mountains but I think that would be great fun and something we would always remember.”

    Adam agreed that it would be memorable then out of the blue he almost shouted.

    “Estes Park!  We should go to Estes Park in the Rockies just outside of Boulder, Colorado.  There few places more beautiful and we can be as secluded or in the open as we want.  We can even rent a cabin instead of camping out.  Wow! Two weeks together, fishing, hiking and playing in the mountains really sounds great.”

    “Addy, I think you’re onto something.  That does sound great.  You can meet me at the Denver Airport and we can drive to what ever place we rent.  I’ll carry a sign with ‘TED’ on it so you’ll know who I am.”

    “Yeah sure.  Like I’m not gonna know the love of my life…oh shit…that didn’t come out right Ted, but you do know I love you man.  I can’t imagine you’ve changed to the point where  I wouldn’t recognize you. But even if you have, the change is only physical, my Teddy is still inside your new body.  I know that for sure.”

    We finished up our conversation and for the rest of the day I thought about Adam, he seemed a bit different in a way I couldn’t pinpoint.  I thought as I ran on the gym track that I would check out cabin rentals in Estes Park as soon as I got home.  The prospect of reuniting with Addy for two whole weeks was exciting, there’s a hole in my life without him here.  

    I managed to run for six miles today, my longest run yet!  My goal is to get to ten miles a day.  Again I was surprised as I stripped off for the shower and glanced in the mirror.  I could hardly believe that was my image in the mirror.  Skinny Ted was a memory, this Ted was ripped and toned like an athlete.  I made a note to remember to talk with my trainer tomorrow, I’m anxious to talk with my trainer about the vacation.  Running would not be a problem but two weeks without work outs might not be a good Idea.

    After my shower and another few minutes at the mirror I got on the Internet and to my surprise and amazement found a perfect cabin in Allenspark, Co.  a little town of 538 people just 12 miles from Estes Park and at a great price.  It’s a 2 bedroom A-frame without another dwelling in sight. I had to call Adam right away.

    He answered on the first ring.  “Teddy, what’s up man.  You okay?”

    “Sure but Addy I had to tell you about this place; get on your computer and enter Allenspark, Co. in the Search box and then this.  As I gave him the directions he gave a low whistle.

    “Teddy that’s perfect but how much?”

    “Look up in the right top corner Adam.”

    “What!!  Can that be right?  Call them now and book it.  Try to get it where both our birthdays are in the second week, we’re only three days apart.  SHIT MAN!  This is awesome!  Two weeks with my best Bud and all that frigging nature right outside the door.  Damn Ted, it’s got a hot tub too!  It just gets better and better.”

    “Okay Addy, I’ll call and try and book it then I go to the gym.  I’ll call you back around eight tonight.  Be cool dude.  Later”

    This was meant to be.  One call and the place was ours, during the last week of our stay, Adam’s birthday is on Monday and mine the following Thursday,  we would leave on Saturday.  I was high as a kite when I got to the gym.  I talked with my trainer and he didn’t care for the idea of me not exercising for two weeks but told me to go on with my workout and he would think about it.  He did ask where I would be for the two weeks and I told him that Estes Park was only 18 miles away.

    I was drying off from my shower when my trainer came back to the locker rooms and told me that he had made arrangements with a guy he Knew in Boulder and I could go there and work out for $15 a session.  Well worth it for me.    My trainer asked me if I was aware of what next week would be.  I didn’t have a clue to what he was talking about.

    “Ted, next Wednesday will be the end of ninety days.  Go on, look at yourself in that mirror.”  

    I did as he said and I was all smiles from ear to ear.  Then he pulled out a Polaroid picture of me the first day I came here.  “remember this little guy Ted?”

    “Good grief I was such a mess.”

    “You’re my poster boy Ted.  If all my clients were like you, did as they are told and worked as hard as you do.  I’d be King of the trainers around here.”

    “I can’t thank you enough Charlie.  I never dreamed I could look like this. Plus I’ve never felt so good in my life.”

    I settled into my routine, running every day (I’m up to 8 miles a day!) and the gym every other day and of course my work.  Before I realized it, it was time for our vacation.  I was so excited to be seeing Adam again.  It has been over eight months since I last saw him.

    I deplaned at the Denver airport and headed straight to the luggage pick up.  I saw Adam immediately standing against the wall looking for me.  As I neared him I thought of a joke to play on him.  When I stopped in front of him I asked.

    “Please excuse me Sir, but are there any restrooms near here.”

    He started giving me direction and I started laughing and in a couple of heartbeats he caught on.

    “TEDDY!  JEEZ MAN you look incredible!  Holy Crap!  I’d still be giving you directions if you hadn’t started laughing.  When your eyes crinkled up I knew.”

    He wrapped me in a bear hug, saying quietly near my ear.

    “Dear God I’ve missed you Ted.  I’ve learned some things about myself, about us, since I’ve been here.  God it is good to be with you, I feel whole again now you are here.”

    “Uh, Addy, it feels wonderful but maybe you should let me down.”

    His bear hug had lifted me off the ground and I was still dangling there.

    “Oh, yeah, guess I should, but I may have to hug you more later.”  He kissed my neck as he let me down.

    I stood back and looked at him.

    “Addy, looks like I’m not the only one who has changed.  You’ve lost at least 20 pounds, got a new hairstyle and that stubble beard makes you look like a magazine model.  You’ve turned into a hunk Adam.”

    “Well we’ll fight off the ladies later Teddy;  you’re mine for the next two weeks.”

    “Yes Sir, and you are mine Adam.”

    There was a silence as we stood looking at the other,  I felt a shudder throughout my body.  Adam stared so intently at me I became confused, and adding to my state of confusion and embarrassment, my  cock was hard!   What The Fuck is going on!  I broke away from his stare.

    “My bags!”  we turned to the carousels and found my bags and started to the parking area.  As we walked Adam hip bumped me like we did as kids, I bumped him back and we were snickering and giggling as we made our way to his SUV. We settled in and buckled our seat belts he turned to me again reached out and put a hand behind my neck and pulled me to him, lightly kissed my lips and said.

    “I’ve never been so glad to see anyone in my entire life as I am to see you.  Things are right again now that you are here.  This will be two weeks to remember the rest of our lives Teddy, mark my words”

    Adam drove straight to Allenspark and the A-frame cabin rental.  He told me he had driven there twice and learned the way.  When we opened the door both of us stood in the great room open mouthed.  This place looked like a chalet outside but it was posh luxury inside.  The master bedroom has a king sized bed but the second bedroom has twin beds!   I gave him a look.  He stared right back at me and pointed to the king sized bed.  

    “Yes, we’re sharing this one.  No arguments.” Adam stated.

    It was no big deal, we’ve slept together all our lives, many, many nights as kids as well as adults.

    “Sure thing, Bud, but I might ought to warn you, it’s been months since I’ve had sex with anyone other than myself.”  I joked.

    “Hmm, well that will make some interesting talk over breakfast.”

    “You wish!  This new body got you hot for me Addy”

    He gave me a sobering look.

    “I was hot for you when you were a skinny runt. Always have been.”

    “Adam!”

    “We might as well get this part over with Ted.  Sit down, I have to tell you something.  Ted, you’re the best friend I’ve ever known and I’ve prayed every night that what I’ve got to say will not change our friendship.   This has been going on for years Adam, so it is not a whim or any sort of experimentation.

    Ted, I’m gay.  I have been for years, but I never acted on it until I moved out into my own apartment.   My first experience with a man was right after you moved in with Caroline,  there have been two others for a total of three in a bit over three years.  I knew what I was even back in High School but wouldn’t admit it.”

    “Okay, you’re pulling my leg here, right.  I’m supposed to believe that Adam Anthony, cocks-man extraordinaire has switched over and is now playing on the other team!  Give me a break!  Why are you doing this Adam?”

    “Ted, it’s true, you remember how I had to wear two jock straps when I wrestled in school.  It wasn’t because my equipment was so big, it was to hold down my hard-on.  I knew I was gay in High School.  Remember when we were kids and would lie on those twin beds in your room and jerk off looking at Girlie mags?  I was watching you jerk off Teddy.  I loved the way your face twisted when you got your nut.

    “Your serious? Gee Addy, that’s really a shock, I never had a clue.  But really, it doesn’t bother me.  Lot’s of guys have a best friend that’s a pervert!  

    It took a second or two for Adam to get the joke then we both were laughing like crazy.  I knew I had to lighten this up or we were in for a gloomy time.

    “Adam, it’s gonna take a lot more than you being gay to run me away.  If, I’m completely honest here, I’ve had those thoughts too, but only about you.  Come to think of it, I’ve had them more often since you moved away. I’ve even masturbated thinking about you.  Hmm, I may need to think about this for a while.”

    “But Teddy, I haven’t told you the worst part yet.  I’m in love with you.  I mean like wanting to make love with you, live with you, for us to be like a couple.  I’d have your babies if I could, I’m a pervert for sure.

    “Addy,  we are okay, this does not cause a problem between us.  But it is something I never thought we would be discussing.   I know you are serious and I think I know how you love me.  Part of me loves you the same way.  That bear hug at the airport?  I got hard when you did that.”

    He grinned,  “I know, I felt it against me and I saw it when I set you down, that gave me the courage to tell you this now.  I know you are not gay Ted, don’t misunderstand me.   I just hope that maybe you could come to feel about me like I do you.”

    “Addy you know that if I should ever get that particular urge for sex with a man, you’re my guy.”

    “It’s a lot more than the sex Teddy, it us together like we’ve always been but even more and then add the sex and it could be the best feeling in the world.”

    “Come here Adam.” I hugged him tightly to me.  

    “We’re okay Addy, don’t worry, we’re good.  I’m going to go out and do my run.   When I’m running I think my clearest.  I need to think this out. It’s me I’m trying to sort out Adam,  I haven’t really thought about these things I’ve just admitted to you but I need too.  It is a fact that since you moved away I’ve been a very unhappy man.”  

    I felt him shudder as he hugged against me.  I leaned back, he looked down and our lips met.  It wasn’t the least bit odd or strange to me, just our lips together.  I gave him a quick peck and  I pushed back breaking our hug.    

    “I gotta change into running shoes and shorts, be right back.”

    When I came back through the family room to go our to run, Adam was at the kitchen island on a bar stool.  I heard him moan.

    “Now that’s just plain mean Teddy, I pour my heart out telling how I love you and you come out here to go running nearly naked.  Holy Shit  Ted, you’re body is amazing man.  I gotta go find a gym soon.”

    “You don’t need much work Adam, you’re hot and you know it, too.   See ya in a few Bud.”

    I had run less than a mile when I stopped and just walked.   After a bit I saw a large rock not far off the road and I went over and just sat down. My mind was so full of Adam I couldn’t run and pace myself.  My mind was full of my past sexual thoughts about us together.  I didn’t tell him that I  had sneaked glimpses of him jacking off in my room when we were kids just like he did.  I used to get my rocks watching him stroke his cock. I remembered how strongly I was attracted to him as a kid.  

    Back then I knew it was wrong, it was queer and I fought and fought it and when I started dating girls and trying to feel  them up I transferred my sexual attraction from Adam to whomever I was dating at the time.  I remembered pangs of jealousy I had when Adam dated any girl.  Sitting there thinking about him had given me a raging hard-on.  I adjusted my cock and laughed to myself, is this an omen?  I stood and took off in a trot back to the cabin.

    Adam was  in the kitchen making something for our lunch.  As I walked to him he called out,

    “You didn’t run far, you’ve only been gone twenty minutes.”

    Without a word I walked up to him took his face in my hands and kissed him hard, my tongue probing his mouth.  The electric shock was back, just as strong as the first time.  When we broke apart Adam stood there slack jawed not understanding why I did that.

    “Adam, the only way I will ever know if I want to be with you the way you want us to be is for us to make love.  I’ve never done anything with a man but then I’ve I’ve done just about everything but make love with you.  I know beyond any doubt that I want you in my life as my friend at the very least.  Maybe we can be more than friends, that part is what I hope we can find out.  Are you willing to do this knowing that it could be that it is not for me.  I can’t imagine doing anything with you that I didn’t want to do.  I want us to try this if you are willing.”

    Stunned a bit at what I had just suggested Adam just nodded his head yes.  I took his hand and led him to the bedroom.  Addy, you’ll have to tell me what you want me to do.

    “Thank you Teddy, first things first.  Kiss me again Ted and let me love you.”

    I felt his body shudder as he hugged against me.  I leaned back, Adam looked down and our lips met.  I felt his tongue slide along my lower lip, I opened and when our tongues touched explosions and fireworks filled my mind and body again.    I felt and heard his moan as he pressed harder against me.  Our tongues battled to touch every part of the other’ mouth.  

    We were both hard and grinding our cocks together.  I felt like I was holding on to an electric fence and couldn’t pull myself away to safety. My entire body buzzed with little electric shocks.  I managed to push away.  Our chests were heaving, desperate for air,  I looked to Adam and he had a sort of smirk to his smile, cocky even.

    “Adam I felt the electricity again, sort of like touching an electric fence, does that happen every time you kiss someone?”

    “No teddy, I’ve only felt it with you, honest.”

    He reached over and tapped the top of my head.

    “It was all up here Teddy.  You and I are so close to each other that the emotional part of your brain kicked into overdrive.  A friend once told me it was ‘a mind fuck’ when you are with the person you most desire and love.  There’s a physical and emotional orgasm when you are intimate with that special person.  You love me Teddy, that’s what you felt.  No wires, we’re just connecting  two souls with the ultimate expression of our love.  You may not have known it before, but you know it now.  I’m the one who will make you happy Ted.  You’re the one to make me happy. I can wait, you’ll want more after that.  Thanks Teddy this has pushed us a little faster along to my goal.”

    “What goal Addy?”

    “You, Ted.  You’re my goal,  I want to love you, be loved by you, make love with you and have you make love to me.  I want us to be together always, and when the times comes, when it is legal, I’ll want us to be married.  I can’t have your children but we won’t let that stop us from trying.   I can promise you that as awesome as that kiss felt, it cannot even compare to the first time you put your cock inside me.  You are my goal Ted and you will love me.”

    I know I was sitting there with my mouth hanging open.  I could hardly believe what he was saying.  Every bit of the power in that kiss went straight to my cock.  It still ached.  Adam was talking again.

    “You’ve always been the one to try new things, regardless of what others think.  Maybe it’s time for you to try batting on the other team for a game or two.  I will do absolutely anything you ask me to do.  The hardest part is waiting for you to find it out.   I know how much you will like it when you let me make love to you.  I know you Ted, more importantly, you know me.  You know I’ll stop the moment you utter the word, you know I would never press you to do something you don’t want to do.  I’ll wait, it will happen.  You will think of this day often, making love to Adam, how will it feel, how is it done?  When will it happen again.”

    “Come Ted, we both need a shower, let’s do this together.”

    He took my hand and I followed him into the warm shower spray, he pushed me toward the spray and got behind me and wrapped his arms around my chest and hugged up against my back side.  I felt his hard cock at the cleft of my butt.  The electricity was back, the touch of our naked bodies, wet and sliding against each other had my cock standing hard and proud.  Adam now had the soap in his hand and he soaped the front of my body, his slick hands roaming my body lovingly, he kissed my neck just below the ear.  

    “Oh Teddy, you feel so good against me.  I do love your new body and yeah, I’ve got the hots for it too.  For you, it’s always been you Ted.”

    His soapy hands made their way down my torso and soon he cupped my testicles in one hand and slowly jacked my hard cock in the other.  I melted back against him, moaning, gasping at each new sensation.  I turned to face him, I’d nearly blasted the shower wall with my my semen, I was so close to cumming.  He reached down and placed my cock up alongside his as we ground together and I initiated a deep, soulful kiss.  

    “The feel of our bodies together is amazing Adam, I just want to crawl up inside you, you feel so good.”

    He smiled a crooked smile, “we’ll see about that, later Ted” and went about soaping and rubbing every inch of my body.   When he soaped the crack of my butt and his fingers rubbed at my anus, goose bumps sprang up all over me.  I fell back onto his chest, my face on his pecs and my butt arched up and out as he washed and played with me.  Once he concentrated his efforts on my anus, rubbing and probing with his fingers, I couldn’t be still.  I looked up to his face, my eyes beginning to glaze over, Adam kissed me deeply, his tongue probing my mouth and throat.  Suddenly he spun me around and I braced against the wall, he wasn’t touching me any more then his hands spread my butt cheeks and he drove his tongue into my anus.  I screamed in surprise and pleasure. I never knew that there could be pleasure in that place.  He replaced his tongue with two fingers and I began pushing back on his hand.  Just as I neared that point on no return, he backed off, turned me to him and washed my hair then the rest of the front side of me.

    I took my turn and washing Adam’s body.  I was amazed at how good his muscles and skin felt in my hands.  So sensual, and when I washed his ample cock and balls, it became sexual.  His hard cock mesmerized me when I held it in my hand.  I loved the feel of it.  We rinsed off and took turns drying each other, then Adam led me to the big bed.  

    “You’re sure about this Ted?”

    “God yes I’m sure.  I’ve already experienced amazing things I’ve never felt before. I know I love the feel of your naked body, I love the feel of your hard cock in my hand, your kisses short circuit my brain.  Already I’m wondering why it took you so long to tell me.   And you say there is more.  I’m yours Addy, do what you want with me.”

    Adam lay beside me,  him on his side, me on my back and his hand lay on my chest.

    “Teddy, I can hardly believe you’re rockin’ body.  Do you have any idea how sexy and handsome you are.  I’ve always loved you but now, I kind of don’t feel worthy, you are such a fox.”

    I jumped off the bed and pulled him to the bathroom. We stood in front of the mirror and I smiled.  

    “Adam, can’t you see how fucking hot you are.  I know you have to have ladies coming on to you everywhere you go.”

    “Well, not so much at the gay bars.” he laughed.  

    Putting his arm around my shoulder he pulled me closer.

    “We are a pretty hot couple of guys Teddy, now back in that bed.  I’ve got things to do to you mister.”

    My head had not hit the pillow before his mouth was sucking my nipple, making me arch my back and moan.  Next I felt his hand stroking my cock then circling my scrotum with thumb and forefinger.  He leaned down and kissed me deeply and pulled and stretched my balls and scrotum to its limit.

    I roared into his mouth and suddenly I flipped him and now I was on top of Addy, kissing him, feeling his fantastic body and I ran my hand down to grab my new found favorite toy, his very hard cock.  All shame or modesty had left my body, I wanted this man in every way that was possible, what ever they may be.  Every touch, every sensation was new to me.  I never imagined I could do these things with a man.  I was wild now, devouring his lips and nipples, while slowly jacking his cock.  I looked down at his corona sticking out of my fist.  I moved down and took his cock in my mouth.  The guy who had never dreamed of sex with a man now nursed on Adam’s substantial cock greedily.  It was Adam, that’s why I could do this.  Adam, my friend, my subconscious lover? Other men did nothing for me, just Adam.  I want all of him.

    I remembered what Addy had done to me in the shower and I raised his legs and sucked on his scrotum, sucking both his balls into my mouth and pulling back, stretching them as he had done to me.  Adam roared and thrashed about on the bed.  Pushing his legs against his chest I tongued his anus.  My passion had brought me here but I found I really liked eating his butt.  The taste was all clean soap and water and man musk.  He had to pull me away for fear that he would ejaculate

    “Damn Teddy, I was hoping that I could seduce you but you’re turning the tables on me.  Have you done this before.?”

    “No Addy, sex with men has never had an attraction for me.  However, sex between you and I is a whole different matter.  I honestly never thought of it until your confession that you wanted to make love to me. When I thought about it, I knew that you and I making love would be so much better than anything that I had with Caroline or any of the others. Of course our equipment is the same and I knew I would need to adjust, overcoming the taboos instilled since childhood.  But the bottom line comes down to us, I don’t feel that anything you and I could do sexually together could ever be considered as wrong.  The more I thought of it the more I realized that the friendship and love we’ve had for twenty plus years could naturally progress to this higher level.  I’m not making any promises but I do like the little that I have been exposed to.”

    “Oh Ted, see why I love you so.  Not another man in a hundred would see this as an opportunity to expand our relationship to include physical and emotional love, like my Teddy does.  Thank you, telling you that I am gay has troubled me for months, and after I get the courage to do it, you accept it like I had just said I prefer cake to pie.  You made it a non-event, not relevant  to our friendship.”  Adam said.

    “Now Ted, lie back and let me do the things I’ve dreamed of doing with you.”

    He started with a tender, sensual kiss, another one with those electrical shocks that left me breathless.  A quick bite at a nipple made me gasp and arch my back.  His hands and tongue worshiped my chest and torso, kissing and licking every crease and crevice at my abdomen.  As he tongued my navel he got a whiff of my musk and quickly dove his face into my crotch, licking and kissing my tender musky skin.

    On his knees between my outstretched legs Adam took my cock in one hand and my testicles in the other.  His eyes locked with mine, Adam took my cock into his mouth to the root.  I arched up trying to get more of me into his throat, I writhed and thrashed on our bed.  Locked in our stare, his handsome face with his lips stretched around the base of my cock, nestled in my pubic hair was the absolute, most sexual thing I had ever seen.  I felt the tingle in my balls and Adam must have known it too.  He shook his head back and forth and slurped at my cock hastening my imminent eruption.  He began to bob his head grinding hard to get all of me into his mouth.  I felt the rising flood of semen rushing up and into the waiting, hungry throat of my Adam.  He bobbed up and tasted my cum, then back down, swallowing all he could.  I saw his eyes close as he drank my semen,  then I felt his cum, hot on my skin as he spewed out his orgasm onto my legs.  Finally all the semen was gone from me.  Adam nursed the last drops and let my now very sensitive cock slip gently from his lips.  Our eyes still locked I hoped he could see the love I felt for him.

    “Oh Dear God, thank you Teddy,  I love you so.” Adam whispered.

    When at last I could talk, I pulled him up to me.

    “And I love you Adam,  That was the ejaculation of a lifetime.  I’ve never cum so hard, nor so long and never have I felt such love and emotion during sex.   I cannot imagine anything more moving than that.  Thank you for showing me what love can be Addy.  I never knew it could feel like that.”

    Although it was still early afternoon, we napped, both of us completely spent.  When I woke an hour or so  later, Addy was spooned to my back, his arms holding me to him.  I smiled to myself.  I knew I was loved, I could feel it in the way he held me.  In a few moments he stirred and I turned to face him.  

    “Hey there you sexy man.  I’ve got a feeling that these will be two weeks that we will always remember Adam.  We wanted to do something memorable, I’m sure that  what we’ve begun here will qualify.   I never, ever thought it would be this.”

    I hugged him and kissed him, stretching and pressing our bodies together, we were both erect before the kiss ended.  I looked down and laughed.  

    “I suppose we’re going to be like this a lot.  Hmm I can’t think of a thing I would want to do more than this.”   I said as I took his cock into my hand. We showered and decided to drive into Allenspark to stock the fridge and check out the local hot spots.  There were only a few places to eat, we decided to drive the twelve  or so miles to Estes Park for a restaurant meal and we were there before we realized it.  We checked out the town got groceries and food for a few days and stopped back in Allenspark to ask about a fishing license and where to go and if rental gear was available.  We loaded up on sunscreen and critter repellent, there were some big things flying around the A-Frame that I didn’t recognize.

    Back at the cabin, Adam wanted to cook for me and he took over the kitchen.  I went out on the deck and turned on the hot tub, it should be warm after dinner.  Adam wouldn’t hear of me helping so I played on the computer while he was cooking.  It was almost automatic that I search for jobs in my field near Boulder.  I stopped to question myself just for a moment then I was back searching for jobs.  I already knew I would come here to be with Adam, I thought of it after that first kiss but I knew it for certain when Adam lay between my legs and looked into my eyes with my cock in his mouth.  I knew right then no one would ever love me more than Adam does and I highly doubted that I would ever love anyone more than I do Adam.  It’s a no brainer, where Adam is, is where I want to be.  

    Adam fixed a wonderful dinner of Chicken Marsala over Linguine with sauteed peppers and onions with Tarragon.  I did the clean up after his cooking and I sent him to the hot tub to wait for me.  We watched the sunset from the hot tub and into the darkness.  Sipping wine and just being together in the warm water, naked,  hard and each playing with the others genitals.

    “Teddy, there’s something I need you to do for me tonight.  I know you will like it and I need it.  Ted, I want you inside me, I need to have your cock in me while I watch your face as you fuck me.  You thought your orgasm was good earlier but you ain’t felt nothing yet mister.  It,s just another way to show our love.  I know you love me Ted.  You’re not very good and hiding your emotions.  So what’s going to happen to us Teddy, when these two weeks are over.  What will we do?”

    “Adam, It’s going to take me a few weeks to find a job here and move.  We can buy a house, an apartment won’t do with the noise we make in bed.”

    I took his handsome face in my hands and kissed him lightly.  

    “I’m coming to you Adam, we’ll be together like this the rest of our days.  I love you with all my being.  All these years and my one true love was beside me all the while.  Funny how life twists and turns and surprises the dickens out us.  are you about ready for making love again Adam? Sitting here playing with my favorite toy has made me a horny old goat.”

    Taking my hand from his cock we rose and he led me to the shower.  A quick towel off and we were kissing  before getting in bed. Adam went to prepare himself while I put on music on the old Hi-Fi console in the living area and poured more wine to put on each night stand  When he returned, Adam reached for the lube on the nightstand and instructed me in the fine art of preparing his butt for my cock.  I was a little apprehensive for Adam, I didn’t see how his butt could take my cock, I knew it would have to hurt like hell, but he assured me that the pain was short lived and the ecstasy that we would feel was well worth any small discomfort.  

    Adam was excited that this was about to happen, he confessed that he had dreamed of this back when we were in college.  He lay on his back as I eased my fingers inside him, I was also amazed at my own reaction. The second that my fingers were inside his butt, I went stone hard.  So warm, so soft.  In my excitement, I managed to push against his prostate which made him cry out and ask for more, I didn’t realize what I had done until my fingers stroked that round, hard little gland again.

    Soon Adam was gasping and telling me now, now, do it now Teddy, fuck me now.  Pre-cum flowed from his cock in a stream, his eyes pleaded with me, he wanted me in him.  I knee walked up between his spread legs, he grabbed the lube and put it at his opening and squeezed the lube tube, shooting lube inside him.  I was in position but I leaned forward to kiss  him.  When Our lips touched the corona of my cock pushed at his entrance.  His arms went around my neck and his legs around my waist and he pulled me into him with his legs.  I stopped when I saw him wince in pain.

    “Oh Adam, I’m sorry” and I started to pull out.

    “NO!  Don’t move, this will pass and then we’ll be fine.”  

    In a moment his hands on my thighs pulled a little wanting more cock inside him.  I gasped aloud when about half of my cock was inside Adam. He was so hot inside, I’ve never felt anything like it.  The new sensations that assailed the head of my cock made me shiver and tremble.  This is really different from any feelings I’ve ever had.  Addy pulled me deeper with his legs, finally I was grinding my cock into his pubic bush.  When Addy pushed back the feeling was nirvana.  I lay still for a moment, knowing that movement would cause me to blow too early.  Adam pulled my face down and stuck his tongue past my tonsils, all the while circling his hips and fucking my cock deep inside him.  

    The kiss invigorated me and now it was my turn.  I pulled back slowly to his anal ring then plunged all the way in.  Adam made a sexy low guttural growl sound that  let me know he liked what I did.  In just a few strokes I I found my rhythm,  this was nothing like fucking a woman.  This was raw and hard and rough.  The harder I plunged the louder Adam growled. What a sexual sound it was, Adam loved what I was doing to make him growl that way and I loved hearing the growl so I continued plunging deep and grinding against him.    Now I was on my knees, one of his ankles in each hand and I was fucking him hard,  His moans became louder and soon he was shouting.

    “TEDDY!  cum with me,  I’m gonna cum TED, NOW!  NOW!”

    I saw Adams cock twitch and cum flew past his head, more followed and the sight and smell of his semen sent me over the edge.  My body went rigid, I tensed deep inside him while I sprayed his rectum walls with volley after volley of my cum.  It seemed it would never stop, I could see it leaking out and down his butt cheeks, into his butt crack then onto the sheets.  

    My heart felt as if it would burst from my chest, I collapsed, breathless atop Adam.  I rolled to the side so he could breathe.  We lay there, legs entwined, his hand in mine as we came back to the present.  There were no doubts after that, it was absolutely the most satisfying sexual experience of my life to date.  Now I knew what he meant about the ‘mind fuck’.  I resolved that when I could move I would hug Adam to me and tell him how much I loved him and that we would always be together.  

    Somehow as we lay there gasping in air we both relaxed, our breathing finally slowed and we managed to drift off to sleep.  I woke some time later, Adam lay on his side with his arm holding his head and he looked at me lying there.  

    “Ted, thank you, in my wildest dream I couldn’t have thought up what just happened.  Not the physical act.  That part is fairly common but the emotional component was over the top.  I felt your love through every second we were making love.  I’m full of your semen, mine is everywhere in the room I think.  

    “I love you Adam, not buddy love but real, honest love for who you are, for what you make me feel and for sex beyond anything I’ve ever known,  We will be together Addy, I’m giving notice as soon as I’m back at work.  No more living apart, I’m gonna be where you are.  Count on that.”

    “I know Teddy,  I feel it, I know it.  I guess you are convinced then that sex between us is gonna be a pretty good thing.  Just wait until you feel what I felt.  Just wait until I’m inside you giving you what you just gave me. You’re gonna beg me to fuck your butt, no way Ted Bagley isn’t gonna let me have all the fun.”

    I lay my head on his chest and my leg across his and pulled up the sheets to cover us.  

    “We’ll rest a bit before you do that to me Addy, you’re right again.  I gotta try that.  You went off by yourself there for a while when you were bucking and riding my cock.  Yeah,   you rest up quick Adam, I’m getting an itch down there just thinking about it.”

    My gaze slowly traveled down his body.  I smiled as his cock rose to full hardness, erect and throbbing.  I became a bit apprehensive at the thought of all that going up my butt.  I reached for his cock and squeezed it in my hand and I was rewarded with a clear pear drop at his slit. Quickly I bent and licked it with my tongue, then opened my lips and took him as deeply as I could.  His taste, the feel of his hardness in my mouth had me eager to have him in me.  

    “Okay babe, it’s time, fill me with your semen Adam.”

    After a few minutes of his fingers plying in and out of my butt and his tweaks against my prostate gland I was ready.  Adam was very gentle, kissing and talking to me with our lips pressed together, encouraging me as he slowly entered me.  When the corona popped through my anal ring there was a sharp stab of pain, very intense but short lived. He kept my mind occupied with his lips and tongue, kissing, probing and talking to me.   Then new sensations buzzing through my mind and body had me a bit dazed, the suddenly Adam was grinding hard against my anus.  He was in me all the way and I automatically ground back against him.

    “OH MIGOD! ADAM! MORE, do that again! HARDER! Oh migod ADAM!  FUCK ME!  My mind and body were both on overload. The feel of Adam”s big cock deep inside me was the most wonderful feeling.   I locked my ankles behind his but and pulled him deeper into me.  At that moment there wasn’t a cock big enough to satisfy the need I felt.  I yelled, I thrashed about on the bed, I bucked back on his cock, I begged Adam to fuck me hard.  His jackhammer rhythm finally put me into that place where the only thing in my world is the cock up my butt. That feeling, that state of mind can only be experienced. There’s no way I can begin to accurately describe those feelings.  But migod, nothing in my life ever felt so wonderful.  I wanted it to go on all night. I loved the feeling so, but all too soon I felt the tingle and the surge as my little swimmers were all on a world record pace to exit my body. I screamed Adam’ s name as my semen went over my head, then into my hair and finally onto my chest and stomach.  There is no feeling that can compare with reaching your orgasm with a hard cock deep inside you butt.

    Adam held still, pressing hard into me as his orgasm wracked his mind and body. I watched his face as he went through the throes of his orgasm, his beautiful face twisted into the pleasure pain that such an intense orgasm brings. His body glistened with sweat as he collapsed atop me.  Neither of us could speak, we just gasped for air, and held on to each other.  Many minutes later Adam pushed up with his arm and looked into my eyes.

    “Alright! Now that’s what I’m talking about!  You know you’re not gonna get that anywhere else Ted.  You’re gonna remember that for a very long time.   How you doing babe?    You are a fantastic fuck, I gotta tell ya. WOW!”

    “Shut up and kiss me Adam!  I give!  I’ll be your sex slave forever after that.  Yeah, I do love you Adam. Why didn’t you do this years ago.  Good grief.    That was so wonderful. You gotta do that again babe, and again, and again. I know I’ll be sore tomorrow but we’ll just have to work the soreness out.  Thank you for making me understand.  Damn you’re good.”

    Adam kissed me again and slid off my chest to lay on his side, his head on my chest and holding me to him, my arm around his shoulders keeping him close against me. We drifted off to sleep that way.  Hours later I woke and I was spooned up to Adams back side, my cock hard and poking him. My arms held him tight and I kissed his neck, just below the ear.

    “Mmm, I love those little kisses below my ear, so sweet and tender Teddy, thank you, I knew once we did this, made love to each other, that everything would be alright.  I love you so Teddy, you’re all I’ve ever wanted. You.”

    We slept again until morning.   At six I woke to the smell of coffee brewing and bacon frying on the stove.  I crawled from the bed, naked and dried cum in my hair, on my body and a wonderful ache in my testicles and rectum.   It reminded me of how he loved me.   I shuffled up to him at the sink and hugged myself to his back,

    “Mmm I thought it was a dream until I saw the mess all over me.”

    Adam turned and wrapped me in his arms.

    “Morning lover.  You were an animal last night guy.   So freaking hot.  You wanna go back to bed and sleep some more or take a shower together and eat?”

    “Mmm, shower, eat, hungry!

    I turned to go shower but turned back to him and kissed him lightly on the lips, no tongue.

    “You were right Adam.   I’m crazy in love with you. I just never had a clue how good it could be.   I’m gonna clean up, be right back babe.”

    I showered and put on boxers and a tee and padded back into the kitchen.  Adam had breakfast ready and toast in the toaster, as I sipped my coffee for the first time the toast popped up.  Perfect timing.

    Later after cleaning up after breakfast, we drove into Estes Park and got the Denver and Boulder papers.  We did some shopping for food and checked out what movies were showing.   Back at the cabin I was Looking at the Job Ads, there’s nothing much there in my field of Corporate leasing and finance.  I got on the computer and fired off my resume to three companies I found.  I noticed Adam wasn’t around and found him asleep on the bed.  I lay down and spooned up to him and soon I was sleeping soundly.

    I heard Adam in the kitchen and got up from the nap and saw that it was almost noon.  He had sandwiches made and we ate and decided to go back and see a movie in Estes Park this afternoon.  The theater was crowded for an afternoon showing, but when the lights went down and the movie started, Adam took my hand, laced our fingers together and we held hands through the whole movie.  Such a simple little thing but it humbled me, him showing his love for me.

    On our way back to his SUV I had an idea.

    “Lets go shopping Adam, we need something to tangible to commemorate our turning 30 and our new relationship.”

    He smiled and pulled the SUV over in front of the Village Goldsmith shop.

    “Ted I’ve already got us something. The first time I saw it I knew it was for us. I placed a hold on the item hoping you would be mine. Will you wait in the car so I can surprise you, it will only take a few minutes.  Please.”

    Of course I will.  But if I’m not here when you get back just wait.  I don’t have anything for you so I may browse about.  Adam rushed into the store and I headed toward a bronze sculpture sitting beside a shop doorway.  The Bronze Gallery.   The sculpture of a woman was so real, absolutely captivating, She looked like she would speak.  I went inside and was amazed at the art work on the walls.  As I walked around I was stunned by a small watercolor painting, it had to be the cabin we are staying in.  The scenery surrounding was the same.   I asked the owner about the picture and if he knew where the cabin was.

    He told me that it was in Allenspark about 20 miles west of here.  My mouth must have been open as he told me how he and his companion had shared the cabin for a getaway vacation and that their relationship had started there.

    The painting was marked $550 and I reached for my wallet and told him I that a very similar thing had just happened with my best friend and I. We are staying in this cabin now, we have a two week rental. I want to buy this picture. The shop owner laughed and stepped behind his counter and looked into a ledger.

    “Excuse me Sir but would you be Mr. Anthony or Mr. Bagley?”

    Stunned, I just stood there. “What did you say?”

    “Please forgive me sir, you see, Colin, my companion, and I bought that cabin more than ten years ago.  We rent it out but every year for our anniversary we go there.  You and your friend rented the cabin from us.”

    “I can’t believe this, the coincidence is uncanny.”

    “Sir, with your permission I need to make a call to Colin before I can sell this to you, he is the artist who painted the picture.   Are you Mr. Anthony or Mr. Bagley?”

    “Bagley, Ted Bagley, the door chimed and I turned to see Adam walking toward me.”

    “There you are! I was about to get worried Teddy.”

    “Oh Adam, you’re not going to believe this.   I led him over to the painting hanging in the gallery.”

    “Jeez, that looks just like the cabin, look even the mountains, the lake. Wow.”

    “Addy, it is the cabin.  The man who runs this shop and his partner rented the cabin to us!”

    The shop owner came back smiling and I introduced Adam.

    “This is Adam Anthony, sir, my companion and Partner.”

    Adam smiled broadly, shook his hand and casually put an arm across my shoulder and pulled me to him.   The shop owner asked if we could wait just a minute or two while his friend came over from a shop across the street.  When the door opened, a handsome man walked straight to us with his hand out.

    “I’m so glad to meet…  Oh my, you were just in my shop across the street.” He said to Adam and winked at him. “Your secret is safe with me.” he added.

    Shaking my hand he said that James, the shop owner, had told him about the coincidence of our relationship beginning in the cabin, like theirs  had a few years ago. Colin walked over to the picture, lifted it from the wall and handed to James to wrap.  Giving us the wrapped parcel Colin said.

    “This painting of our cabin is a gift so you will always remember how your love began.  Also James and I would like to take you guys to dinner one night.”

    Adam spoke up. “Why don’t I cook dinner for the four of us at the cabin. I enjoy cooking and you can enjoy that wonderful place as a guest again.”

    Colin laughed “It’s a deal, Friday night okay with you guys, we’ll come straight from work.”

    I spoke up next. “Bring a change of clothes and you can freshen up after a day’s work and there’s always the Hot Tub.”

    We exchanged cell numbers and handshakes again, thanked them profusely for the painting and headed back to the SUV.  We talked nonstop about the coincidence of meeting the ‘landlords’ and their story so similar to our own.

    Back at the cabin, Adam started on our dinner and I went on my run. When I got back from running Adam said.

    “You’ve got about fifteen minutes till dinner is on the table. Hit the shower Stud, before I bone up just looking at you.”

    I was back I in the kitchen in ten minutes setting the table and opening the wine.   Ted had prepared Chicken Marsala and we sat down to a feast.  When we were finished I took the plates to the sink, rinsed them and placed them and the silverware in the dishwasher.   I refilled our wine glasses as Adam came back from the bathroom.  We moved to the living room and sat together on the sofa and Adam held my hand.  We were quiet, just enjoying being together in love.  From the corner of my eye I saw Adam’s hand slip under a throw pillow and he pulled a gift wrapped box from under the pillow.

    “Teddy, you know how much I love you, I got us this present. I hope you like it.”

    He handed me the box which I opened only to find two smaller boxes marked with our names.   I handed him the one with his name and he said no that he would take mine and I should take his.  Puzzled I did as he said and we opened the boxes at the same time.  Inside each were 18 carat gold bands with a carving of Longs Peak in the Rocky Mountains. The art carving circled the entire ring.  Both were alike. Ted slipped my onto my ring finger and said.

    “You’ve been the love of my life, all of my life and I’ll spend the rest of our days loving you.  With this ring I give you all my love and my heart and soul.   I’m your’s forever Ted.”

    Tears streamed down my cheeks and I could hardly speak.

    “With this ring I give you all my love and my heart an soul.  I’m your’s forever Adam.”

    We kissed so tenderly it brought a small cry to my throat.   The emotions Adam could invoke in me were both wonderful and frightening.  I was powerless to deny him anything, I’m completely his in every way.

    Regaining my composure I asked about the rings.

    “Adam how did you find these rings, they are beautiful as just a piece of jewelry alone.  The significance that they hold for us, to this place and to the commitment we’ve begun here makes them a powerful talisman for our love.  Thank you Addy, these are absolutely perfect.”

    We kissed and hugged and got a little silly holding our ringed hands together, Adam even made a picture of our two left hands side by side on the counter.  We drank more wine and began to kiss and cuddle and would up in bed making love so slowly and sweetly it took nearly two hours to culminate in our mutual orgasms.

    James and Colin came to dinner and we decided that we really liked them and would keep them as friends.   I gave my notice when I returned to work and on my last day there a small going away party was held.  I knew it would not last most likely but I exchanged emails with everyone saying we would keep in touch.   As I expected she would, Janet was the only one who kept in contact.

    Adam and I found a house near downtown Denver and I went to work for a software company at a substantial increase in pay.  In keeping with the cabin’s tradition, Adam and I returned there every year for our own anniversary. James and Colin became great friends and we even took trips together, flying to Miami for a weekend in South Beach, to New York for a week of shopping and theater, to Chicago for great dinners and nights out on the town, sometimes dancing until dawn.

    I often reflected upon the ease with which I made my transition from a ‘straight man’ to Adam’s partner, lover and companion.   I supposed that I wasn’t nearly as straight as I thought myself to be.  I knew that Adam was never far from my thoughts even when I was dating Caroline.    I would always rather be with him than anyone else.

    Now with our love expanded to include the physical and emotional acts of sexual intercourse, I knew I’d never leave this love we share.   Nothing I’ve ever known has given me such utter and complete fulfillment, a happiness beyond words, a comfort and feelings of being so intensely love that it sets my heart to soaring even as I write about it.  Each day we are together is a blessing from heaven and yes we are two very grateful men.

    The End


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  • Sophomore Year

    Since I had been a sophomore at BU for like a month now, I felt like I owned the place. I knew BU. I knew Boston.

    As a freshman, I’d been totally clueless. Of course!

    Now, in my second year, I knew it all. It was time to start acting like an upper classman. Well sort of. Mostly, I was just a kid in a candy store. And for sure, when it came to important college activity, like sex in public, for example, I was definitely over my head. An amateur trying to find his way, in a group of professionals.

    But, my brain forgot to mention this to my dick.

    Onward.

    So, after practically an entire year here at BU, I was getting to know what I needed to know to get by. I knew the streets around the university so I could make my way to class since we didn’t really have much of an actual campus. I knew the running paths along both sides of the Charles—as a member of the track team, this tended to be pretty important. And, since I sort of liked to eat, I sort of knew the restaurants in the area of Allston and Brighton, plus a few in Brookline and in Back Bay too (not that I could actually afford to go to either of those fancier parts of town very often).

    When it came to hooking up, I was getting to know all the good secret spots around the U where I could find good looking guys.

    As usual, my dick didn’t particularly care how public or how safe or how filthy the place was. Just so it’s very simple needs got met. When my dick had these little internal debates with my brain, it was obvious who would win. Once I’d seen cops walking into a particularly skeevy bathroom just as I was about to shoot a huge load into a very nice Brazilian boy who was sucking me off.

    My weenie got soft in like a nanosecond. And I almost fainted as all the blood rushed out of it and back into my body. But, I was back in that same disgusting men’s room like three days later, praying that Mr. Brazil would show up again and finish what he started. After waiting around like two hours (well, maybe just 90 minutes, actually), I finally left since I had to study for a mid-term. And I took like a half hour shower that night, trying to scrub off the grime I was sure I’d collected after waiting in that bathroom.

    But, of course my dick dragged me back again. I can’t believe I didn’t catch scurvy, or cholera, or malaria or something.

    When I had a few hours between classes and didn’t have to sweat through some big paper, I’d grown pretty fond of one particular bathroom in the basement of the divinity building. It was dirty too, but somehow knowing that Godly things were happening upstairs made up for it. That john was pretty notorious for guys taking religion classes to hang out, usually without their collars though. There were little holes behind the toilet paper things (probably created by male students, not the man upstairs). The holes were just big enough so that you could see through to the next stall if you moved the paper dispenser out of the way. Unfortunately, the little spaces in the walls of the stalls had sharp edges, and if you weren’t careful, you cock could be cut to shreds.

    I don’t think the BU janitorial staff had actually set foot into the basement bathroom since sometime in the 1970’s. Maybe they thought God would clean up, I don’t know.

    Anyway, the place was sort of crude and holy and smelly and exciting all at the same time! I became a regular.

    And there was another men’s room that my dick was fond of too. It was up on the second floor of the Student Union and it had bigger holes between a few of the stalls. You could actually get your entire dick sucked without worrying about gangrene. Or, if one was so inclined, you could suck somebody else’s dick.

    Generally I was so inclined, but I still found it a little weird to have a dick in my throat where I had no idea what the guy on the other side of the wall looked like. So I only sucked the nice looking dicks, not the ones that looked a little funny.

    The student union bathrooms were a tiny bit cleaner, but they were a little on the dangerous side. There were constantly guys coming in to just use the bathroom while just a few of us were there for alternative purposes.

    Come on!

    On the other hand, my brain reminded me that most of the guys who came in and out of that particular men’s room must have known exactly what they were getting themselves into. I mean, how could you not? Some guys who were way braver than me wouldn’t even stop giving head when somebody fresh walked in; they just keep sucking away.

    Still, despite all the risks, and all the crazy smells, the bathrooms at BU were always good for a quick tug when I had time. I suppose that I could have jerked myself off back in my dorm room when Alan wasn’t around. But what fun would that have been?

    I remember one time a guy with red hair and an extremely long and extremely white dick actually crawled under the wall of the stall to come into mine. It was a total turn-on to be actually seeing the entire guy and still be in a public bathroom! The guy also had extremely red pubic hair, by the way. Anyway, once he got into my stall, what we figured out was that one of us had to sort of crouch down on the toilet seat so that if somebody was looking under the wall of our stall they wouldn’t be able to see two people, that there wouldn’t be able to see two sets of feet on the ground. In case somebody came into the head and they decided to count feet, of course.

    Who does that?

    So even though I absolutely, positively had to get off, I couldn’t. It was just too exciting and too scary all at once. This particular guy was new and I hadn’t seen him around campus before. And, he was kind of hot, you know, in a red-headed Irish guy sort of way.

    My brain started to hum ‘Oh Danny boy’ as he was sucking on my Johnson with his red Irish lips. And then, for maybe the first time in history, my brain won. My dick doesn’t lose many, but that day was not my day. In the end, his dick was probably just too white and his pubes were probably just too shocking red. The whole Irish thing just sort of distracted me. His handsome green eyes looked a little sad when I started to get soft. I had been hard at first—all eight and a third inches practically poking a hole in the back of the poor guy’s Irish throat, but then…..disaster struck and I completely lost my boner.

    I pulled up my jeans, picked my backpack off of the dirty floor and headed back out into the real world. I’m sure I was as red as him when I closed the stall door behind me.

    A few days later I bumped into him in the line at Starbuck’s on Comm Ave. I wasn’t exactly sure what the right thing to say was. But I was still embarrassed so I apologized. He looked at me like he didn’t recognize me and said nothing. He ordered a non-fat latte with a dash of hazel nut.

    Hmm, I wonder if that was code for something.

    After bumping into him a couple more times walking between classes, and having him continue to totally ignore me and totally give me attitude, I finally started to catch on. Oh! So that’s how this game goes. All right then. I could play along with the ‘I never saw you before’ game too.

    All the same, I made a personal note that if I found him in a campus bathroom again, I would give him the best blow job of his life. Not matter if the campus cops were banging the dammed door down while I did. Of course, I’d have to close my eyes while I inhaled his cock. I didn’t want to get freaked out by how pale and while his long cock was.

    I know, I know. Call me shallow.

    But, for those times when I was feeling a little bit more adventurous, and didn’t want to have to endure the smells of a men’s room, there was always the library.

    The truly bat-shit crazy could have sex in the stacks, when just about anybody looking for a weird book could walk right up and catch you. Mr. Dick had no problem with that, of course, but Mr. Brain finally won that debate.

    I’d heard about a conference room on the fourth floor of the library that always seemed to have an unlocked door so that it could be used to hook up. Somebody very helpful with a black marker had written a very clear description on one of my favorite bathroom stalls in the Divinity Building.

    So, 19-year old pervert that I had become, I decided to check it out. Mr. Brain liked this plan, of course, since it meant that I could study too.

    In the afternoons, when I didn’t have class, I’d park myself in a strategically placed study carrel and open up a notebook. I’d watch and learn.

    It took a couple days of careful observation, but eventually I figured out what you were supposed to do in there. It seemed that if the light was on under the door, that meant that the door was locked and you (or somebody else who was hot and knew the rules) should go in. After somebody went in, the light went off. The light then stayed that way until the two guys came out, separated by a minute or so, to try and confuse anybody who might be watching the door, of course. Clever. But I was the master sex detective and I was onto them.

    Eventually, Mr. Dick could stand it no longer and we decided to give the conference room a try.

    After a particularly long and dreadful Chemistry class, I scrambled up to the fourth floor of the library and grabbed my usual study carrel. I did a little studying and waited for somebody to go into the conference room that maybe I could deal with.

    It took forever! I even got my homework done! Over the course of a couple hours I had to watch a few little sexual trysts run their course before Mr. Right finally walked in.

    Mr. Penis took immediate notice when the light was left on and shone from under the door!

    In this case, the Mr. Right who walked into the conference room on the fourth floor was tall and black and pretty fucking good looking! He had short-cropped dark hair, and he had on some wire-rimmed glasses. Nice! He had a nice face, and he sort of looked like a good kisser. Well, at least I hoped to find out!

    I spit-combed my hair with my hand, moved my wiener from right to left (it shows better that way) and tucked my wallet into my back pocket. Not that I had anything valuable in it anyhow; I think I was down to like seven dollars. I left my books on the carrel, thinking that I’d just get back to studying when I was done having a very nice blow job from Mr. Right.

    When I opened the door, the guy was standing with his back against the far wall, reading something from his notebook. He smiled when he saw me come in. His teeth were startlingly white in contrast with the darker color of his skin. He put his notebook down on the table and walked over to the door. He wedged a chair under the door knob and flipped off the light.

    Instantly, everything in the room was pitch black. I stood frozen in one spot; it was sort of scary being in here with a stranger, nice rimmed glasses or not, who I had no idea what he had in mind for me.

    Mr. Brain was screaming: “Oh fuck, we’re gonna die here!” Mr. Dick was urging me to grab to forget about all that and just grab the other guy’s crotch immediately.

    While I broke into a sweat working all of this out, Mr. Right moved. A hand touched me lightly on the shoulder and I jumped like three feet into the air.

    “Easy tiger,” he said with a little laugh. He had a nice voice; he certainly didn’t sound like an psychopathic killer.

    “You okay?”

    “Uh, it’s dark,” I said.

    “Um hmm, got a problem with that?”

    “Uh, only if you’re gonna kill me,” I said, half joking.

    He laughed again. If he was smiling, I couldn’t see his teeth in the darkness. If he even had teeth.

    “Nope, but I am gonna rock your world,” he said in a voice, trying to reassure me.

    “Ha ha,” I said. “Rock my world, that’s funny.”

    In one quick motion, he unbuttoned my pants and dragged them down over my hips.

    Whoa! That was fast. Mr. Dick felt the cool air on his backside, up at the top, where the bases peeked out of my shorts. I shivered.

    “Uh,” I said, “Is this…you know, is this…?” I stammered.

    “Your lucky day?” he finished my sentence for me. Only that’s not exactly what I had been meaning to say.

    “Um, well yeah, you know, is this my lucky day?”

    He exhaled in a sigh before responding.

    His hands were on my hips, inside my underwear. I think I was shaking; I still hadn’t decided yet if this was a very good idea. If he could get my pants down from my hips with one simple swipe, he could probably cut my throat in like half a second. He could kill me and dump my body behind the stacks and nobody would find me until spring when the cleaning staff finally showed up on the fourth floor.

    “It is your lucky day if you like black dick. Big, that is. Big black dick.”

    “Um well, I do, I guess, I mean. Yes. I do. Definitely. I definitely like black dick, big black dick. Who doesn’t?”

    “Good, glad to hear it.”

    “I like it much better than being killed.”

    He laughed again.

    And then something bit my nipple and I jumped out of my skin.

    “Fuck!” I whispered.

    “What?”

    “You bit my nipple, right?”

    “Yes, that was me. We’re the only two in here.”

    “Well it scared the crap out of me.”

    “You get scared when somebody bites your nipple?”

    “What? No, I like it. I mean, it’s just that, um… Well, I wasn’t expecting you to, you know…”

    “Do you want to bite my nipple? We’ll call it even.”

    “I don’t know. I mean, yes I guess.”

    “Good,” he said.

    “Only I don’t know where it is. It’s dark in here! I don’t really know where you are,” I said.

    “I’m right here…”

    “Well fuck; I just can’t see a dammed thing. I’m sorry. But I don’t know where your nipple is. Or you for that matter!” I said, restating the obvious.

    “I turned the light off. That’s what you’re supposed to do in here.”

    “Um, yeah, I guess. But, you know, you’re black.”

    “Yes. Always have been. I was born that way. Clearly you’re a college boy, smart.”

    I giggled nervously. What a smart ass!

    “Yeah, well, it’s sort of not easy to see you in the dark,” I said.

    “I know. I can’t really see you either.”

    “But you found my nipple.”

    “Just got lucky. I took a shot in the dark.”

    Now we both laughed.

    “So, are you gonna stay way over there? Or do we get started. I have a class to teach in 45 minutes.”

    “You’re a professor here?”

    “No, not yet. I’m just an associate. I’m not tenured or anything, I’m trying to get a full time job.”

    “I don’t think that this would look too good on your resume.”

    “You mean, having sex with you in the library?”

    “Yeah.”

    “Thanks for the tip; I won’t put it on my resume then.”

    I giggled quietly. This guy was pretty funny.

    “That’s great,” I said, bring the conversation back round to his employment status. “What department are you in?”

    “Do you really want to have this discussion right now?”

    “Um.”

    “Or do you want to get your cock sucked?”

    “Um, well you’re right. I don’t think I really need to know all of that stuff. At least not right now.”

    “Good. Come back over here please.”

    I took a few steps back in the direction of his voice. At least I think I walked in the direction of his voice. It was so dark; I had to rely on my other senses. I could actually sort of smell him. So I followed my nose. He smelled like Zest. Or Dove. Or one of those soaps that my parents had at home.

    As I got closer to him, I could feel the heat from his body. But I still couldn’t see anything. I could smell him and I could feel this warmth. Then he reached out his hands again and grabbed hold of me. His hands wrapped around my waist and drew me in. They felt soft and warm. Mr. Dick was all in. Mr. Brain wasn’t so sure.

    “Whoa,” I said.

    “What?”

    “Nothing, I just wasn’t expecting…”

    “Are you always like this when you have sex?”

    “I don’t know. It’s just weird doing it like this. You know, in total darkness.”

    “Plus I’m black. And that doesn’t help.”

    “What? Right. I mean, no. I didn’t say that. I mean…”

    He put his fingers on my lips and shushed me. His other hand on my waist pulled me in closer. Our bodies touched. He was a rock. His abs were tight. His waist was lean and firm. His legs were solid.

    “Wow,” I said.

    “Good, right?”

    “Yeah, I’ll say. What do you do to stay in such good shape?”

    “Really? You still want to talk? I do Martial Arts.”

    I sighed.

    “Really, that’s really interesting.”

    He sighed heavily.

    “No, I’ll shut up,” I said. “I won’t say another word. Promise.”

    His mouth found mine in the darkness and his lips sucked me completely up inside of him.

    Mmm.

    We kissed like this for what seemed like forever. I kept my eyes open, hoping to see something. He was a fantastic kisser, just like I’d thought before when I watched him walk into the conference room. Making out with him got my dick completely hard. Despite my shorts, he noticed. And then he reached a hand down to cup the shaft of my dick with his palm.

    “Very nice,” he said.

    “Thanks,” I started to say before his mouth surrounded mine again.

    He slid a hand inside of tighty whities (I still had like two pair. I mostly wore them only in emergencies, like when I hadn’t done laundry in a while.)

    His hand was way bigger than my dick, and this shocked me so I pulled my mouth away from his to start up the conversation again.

    “Seriously?”

    “What now?”

    “I just can’t believe how big your hand is,” I said.

    “I thought you said that you weren’t going to talk anymore,” he said.

    “Yeah, I know, but…”

    He slid my underwear down my legs and my dick sprang free. A few drops of pre-cum splattered us both. He wrapped his hand around my dick and swallowed up my balls too. Man!

    “Nice.”

    “What?” I said.

    “Shh.”

    As he stroked my cock, he didn’t have to move his hand very much. He kissed me harder and I got lost inside of his mouth. One of his fingers found my butthole and he pressed against it.

    “Ahh,” I said into his throat.

    I tried to wriggle my arms free and get a hold of his dick. Anybody with hands like this has got to have a dick of death. And he did. I felt puny next to him.

    Finally he pulled his face away from mine. I inhaled deeply of the air. And got a major whiff of Dove.

    He bit my nipple again. I jumped again.

    “Fuck.” I said again, this time not in a whisper.

    “What’s with you?”

    “I don’t know, this usually doesn’t happen,” I said.

    “Good. You’re not supposed to leap across the room when somebody touches your chest.”

    “Yeah, I know. Don’t worry, I’ll be okay. You can do it again if you want to.”

    He paused and had another heavy sigh. “Nope. Don’t think I will.”

    “What?”

    “You heard me. I don’t think I will. I don’t think I will go anywhere near your chest again.”

    I was hurt.

    “Well, that’s okay, I mean, you don’t have to,” I said.

    “But I do mean to your penis in my mouth. That okay?”

    “Yeah, sure, that’s okay.”

    “Good. Here goes. I’m bending down now.”

    “Thanks for the warning.”

    As he went down on my, a finger popped into my ass. After the slam-fest I’d had recently with my two roommates, I was still a tiny bit on the sore side. But his thick finger slipped in pretty easily all the same.

    “Whoa,” I said, involuntarily.

    Immediately he stood up. As he did, his finger came out of my butthole.

    “What are you doing?” I said.

    “I think this isn’t gonna work,” he said.

    “What are you talking about? I haven’t even seen your dick yet. I mean, I haven’t even touched it yet.”

    “I don’t think it’s gonna happen. I have to teach soon.”

    “But…”

    “You’re like. I don’t know. You’re too jumpy.”

    “I’m sorry. I’ll stop. Really. I will.”

    “Plus you talk too much.”

    “I can stop that too,” I said.

    I groped in the darkness for the top button of his pants. It took way longer than it should have, but finally I found it. I pulled hard to open it up, but he stopped me by putting his hand on the top of his pants.

    “What? Why can’t I?”

    “TJ, just stop.”

    I stopped. He knows who I am. Uh oh!

    “TJ. You called me TJ. How do you know my name?”

    Silence.

    Oh fuck. Now I’ve done it. Now he knows I know. Now he filets me open like a trout and spreads my insides all over the 4th floor of the library. Behind the Anthropology books.

    “Seriously. How do you know who I am?”

    If I’m really gonna die now. Without getting a blow job. Well then I’d better keep the guy talking, maybe Mr. Brain would think of something.

    More silence.

    I reached down for my underwear to pull them up. It probably wouldn’t be a good idea for me to be found dead and to have my pants down around my ankles! I could just see the headline in the local paper back home in Apple Valley!

    “All right, just forget it. Maybe you should just tell me your name. Professor…”

    He didn’t say anything.

    “I mean, after all, you know mine. It seems only fair, right?”

    Maybe if he tried to kill me but didn’t quite finish the job, I could speak his name to the police with one of my last breaths.

    “You weren’t supposed to know,” he said finally.

    “What? Are you fucking kidding me? What are you talking about? What wasn’t I supposed to know?”

    I found my pants all tangled up around my legs and struggled to get them up and over my hard dick. Sad, I know, but I was still hard as a rock. Even in the face of death. Mr. Brain was clearly no match.

    “That this was a set up.”

    “What?”

    “Someone you know set this up.”

    “That’s crazy talk,” I said.

    Who do I know that would set me up to get killed? I thought quickly, I didn’t think I had any enemies.

    Well, actually there was that one time. That time when I had sex during a track meet last year with a guy named Jeff (or was it Jack?). Jeff told me he had a jealous boyfriend.

    Hmm.

    Naw! That was like months ago.

    “Crazy? I’d say it was nice. I’d say that your friend was doing you a favor, TJ.”

    “A favor? You’re mean you’re not here to kill me?”

    “Seriously? TJ? Are you really freaking saying that? You’re really thinking that you’re in this conference room on the fourth floor of the library to die and not have sex with me? Really? Come on!”

    “Um, well.”

    “TJ, we’re done. I gotta go teach my class.”

    “But…”

    “Listen, a good friend of yours is in one of my study sections. I’m not going to tell you who it is, but, well, of course, he knew I was gay. And he knows you are too.”

    “Okay…”

    “So, somehow he knows you’ve been hanging out here at the library on this floor. Sort of stalking this room.”

    “Okay.”

    So, he thought that you and I might like each other, that’s it!”

    “But.”

    “He asked me if I would come up here and smoke your joint. He said you were a pretty nice guy and that we would like each other. But…”

    “But, what about….?”

    “TJ, something is seriously wrong with you. We’re supposed to be getting it on. Getting down on each other’s dicks. Your friend said you’re packing. Eight and a third inches or something like that, right? However the fuck you measure that third of an inch, I have no earthly idea. But whatever! That’s a pretty prodigious piece of meat. Well, the truth is, I’m packing too. I’ve got my own version of eight and a third inches…or so…but you know what?”

    My mouth was open, and there was a stirring down below in my shorts. All that Mr. Dick heard was the length of this guy’s cock, and Mr. Brain hadn’t caught on yet.

    “I’m outta’ here. See ya’.”

    He moved the chair out of the way and opened the door. Light from the library flooded in.

    “History,” he said.

    All I saw was his back side, but even that was awfully cute. The guy had a fantastic body.

    “I do History, your friend is in a class I teach,” his voice trailed off as the door shut behind him.

    History?

    History? Oh, the History department. That’s where he’s trying to get a position. Huh. I made a mental note to take a History class next semester.

    Or maybe I shouldn’t.

    I don’t know. When the door closed it was dark in the room again. Fuck! And I sort of still had a hard on.

    I buttoned my pants and got the heck out of there in like three seconds. I was back at my study carrel with my head in a Biology book in about six seconds. I took a deep breath. Maybe if I get busy trying to learn what makes a frog tick, I’ll be able to put the whole sorry episode out of my mind. What an idiot I am!

    For the rest of the afternoon studying was hopeless. I had to figure out who set me up with the History guy. Who knew that I was stalking this conference room in the library? I hadn’t told Josh, or any of my other roommates. I hadn’t told any of the guys on the team.

    I had no idea!

    The next day I went for a ten mile run with Josh along the river, all the way to Watertown. When we got back to the gym I was rubbing down my poor tired legs and didn’t even see Josh strip down and jog off to the showers. It was late and he must have taken one of the world’s fastest showers on record. He got out of there in like two minutes; I was still in my jock.

    My legs really ached!

    I think Josh explained to me where he was going, but my mind didn’t really register it. I don’t really remember. Being in a locker room, even one that’s practically abandoned late in the day, always put my cock in charge. My brain was sort of on auto-pilot and just along for the ride.

    I was still peeling off my socks when I discovered that I was not all alone in the locker room. Way, way off in the distance, I could hear that distinctive low whine of water running through a pipe.

    Somebody was taking a shower. Yay! I listened again. It sounded like it might be coming from the coach’s showers. In the far side of the gym, there was a little section that was set aside for the coaches and managers from all sports. They had bigger lockers over there, and there was sort of this funny twisty way you had to walk through a bunch of locker rows just to find it.

    Mere students, like me, were supposed to shower in the main area and not really trespass into the forbidden zone reserved for the elite. But, of course, most of the guys from the track team looked awfully good naked so I had no objection and I showered with everybody else. And, to be honest, most of our coaches from track couldn’t be bothered to have to walk way across the building just to clean up in their special reserved section, so they just showered with the rest of us. Plus, they probably thought that by getting nude and showering with us underclassmen, it would be good for team bonding. Our coaches were hot, so again, I had no objection.

    But I heard water running, so, like a moth drawn to a flame, I wrapped a towel around my waist and headed off in search of it.

    It took me a while and I made a couple of wrong turns but I finally found the coach’s showers. I hadn’t ever been over here before so I wasn’t totally sure what they were like.

    When I got close enough and saw the source of the running water, I smiled. There were actually two showers running.

    The coach’s shower room was sort of retro, with real tile on the walls in a pretty pattern. The tile was yellow, and it actually looked clean! They didn’t have formal dividers between the shower stalls, just sort of a little bump where the wall jutted out like a foot. Basically, you were in this big room where everybody showered together. The only thing you wouldn’t be able to see in the shower stall right next to you was maybe the handle of the faucet. Cool.

    I chose a stall directly across from the two men already there. They were next to each other, but both had their backs turned toward me, so I wasn’t sure which coaches they were.

    I tried to act like my being in this special section of the locker room was the most natural thing in the world.

    I hoped my face looked like I was older, but that wasn’t too likely. I still got mistaken for a junior high kid on occasion!

    I turned to face the wall too, squirted some shampoo from the dispenser into my hand and set to work on my head. While the lather was running down my eyes, I thought I’d be brave and turn around.

    Holy fuck!

    The shampoo got in my eyes and burned them, but it was definitely worth it!

    Guy number one, on the left, was a coach all right. It was Dyson Marshall. Actually Dyson Marshall, III.

    Everybody knew Coach Marshall. He was one of the assistants from the Lacrosse team, but more importantly he was also the son of the university president. And like way hot too! Dyson Marshall III always seemed to be in the school paper, either because the Lacrosse team beat the crap out of somebody, or maybe because he was related to the big boss. Or most likely, just because we was just so incredibly good looking. A total New England blue-blood, but totally cute at the same time!

    Coach Marshall on the short side, about 5’7″ I’d say. But, he more than made up for that by having this very cut, very hot body. I’d seen him running along the river a couple of times and almost tripped over my feet as I went past. He had short, dark brown hair and very tight features. I’d estimate that he had approximately 0% body fat. I’d actually jerked off in my own bed thinking about the guy. Twice!

    And now Dyson Marshall III was showering just a few feet away from me.

    He had no hair on his chest, and just a dusting of it around his pubes. He probably had servants who were paid to remove it for him. And he was sort of pretty soaped up, so it was hard to get a good sense of his dick, partly because my eyes were on fire, but I was pretty sure that was not a flaccid dick.

    Guy number two was my red-head from the bathroom, with all the attitude. And he was pretty soaped up too but there was no mistaking what he had going on below the waist. He was uncircumcised and you could see the little half head peeking out from his sleeve of foreskin.

    And, he was almost totally hard!

    I’m pretty sure the two of them must have thought that my eyes were closed since I had lather all over my face. After all, who would be so stupid to open their eyes when there was shampoo dripping down?

    Well, me actually.

    So anyway, they probably thought I hadn’t actually seen anything—the hardening wiener of Dyson Marshall III, or even my favorite red-head from one of my BU bathroom adventures.

    I turned back around quickly to face the faucet on my wall.

    About a nanosecond later, as the water ran down my face and the stinging in my eyes got a little bit better, my cock got heavier and stretched out. That didn’t take long. I hadn’t even laid a hand on it! Uh oh, here we go, I thought.

    I had to think. I needed a little time. What exactly did one do in this particular situation?

    For the next few minutes, I made a huge deal about washing my rear end, over and over again. And, of course, I steered way clear of my dick. I used so much soap on my butt that I made this gigantic mountain of lather between my cheeks that fell in little splats onto the tile floor.

    If the two of them were watching me, they must have thought now had the cleanest backside in Boston! Which, of course, was a matter of debate.

    It had been like five minutes of butt-scrubbing when I finally got up the courage to turn around again. This time with no soap on my face and I got a clear view of Dyson Marshall III and Mr. Red-Head with the Attitude.

    They were both stroking their dicks with soap and they were both totally hard.

    The tip of Dyson’s cock was bright red. From where I stood, I guessed it to be somewhere in the six to seven inch department. I’d already seen the redhead’s dick up close and personal. It was still shockingly white but also had sort of a red tint out on the end. It was bigger and fatter than Dyson’s.

    Of course I had a hard-on too. At first Dyson didn’t notice me, but the other guy did. He cleared his throat in a quiet little ‘ahem’ and Dyson looked up.

    Dyson smiled. The red haired guy did too, but not quite so much.

    Taking my cue, I squirted a little soap into my hand and began stroking the shaft of my cock. Just like they were doing.

    For about a minute or so, the three of us worked our meat. Dyson Marshall III on his 6-7 incher. The guy with red hair and attitude on his 7 plus incher. And me on my eight and a third incher. It was a totally hot scene. Just like I’d imagined it in like a million or so of my greatest jerk-off fantasies.

    We all kept half an eye on each other and half an eye on the entrance to the shower area. I’m not sure who we were exactly hoping would not come in, but we all kept up the vigil all the same. I was pretty certain that in the year or so that I’d been taking showers in the gym at BU I had never seen a single campus cop patrolling around.

    So we kept beating off.

    And looking at each other.

    Finally, Dyson moved a little bit closer to the other guy. He responded in turn by moving closer to Dyson.

    Oh my god! They were going to actually touch each other! Dyson Marshall III was about to actually touch another guy’s weenie! Right in front of me! Holy fucking crap!

    Without any warning, I came. Just like that!

    Shit.

    My little squirt of sperm shot like three feet away from me and made a straight line of white.

    My two companions looked at me with funny grins. I turned beet red. What a time for me to get over-excited! Fuck, fuck, fuck!

    After a moment of so, Dyson smiled a little bigger. He looked down at my load and then back up at me. He gave me an almost imperceptible nod.

    I exhaled. Whew. A nod of approval.

    Me cumming a little prematurely was apparently okay with him. I had just spooged in front of Dyson Marshall III and that was just fine. I stopped tugging on my cock and gave my balls a tug instead. Kind of by habit.

    Dyson looked over at the red-haired guy and moved right next to him. He was totally out of the stream of his water now. As I watched closely, the other guy grabbed Dyson’s dick. I took in a little quick breath and looked down at my penis. Sadly I was getting softer. But, but, I wanted to be grabbing some Dyson dick.

    Oh well.

    So, for the next five minutes, I watched my red-headed guy give Dyson an awesome blow job. A little masturbating. A little sucking off.

    After a few more slurps from the red-head, Dyson’s face contorted in a half twist. His abs tightened. And he blew a few drops of cum out from the top of his cockhead. Some landed on the other guy’s cheek, and a little bit just kind of hung there, in mid-air, dangling from the end of Dyson’s hard-on. Dyson looked over at me and I repeated the process of looking down at Dyson’s load and then back up to his face. Finally I smiled, just like I’d seen him do with me. I tried to seem like I approved.

    Which I definitely did.

    Now there was only one of us left. Dyson and I looked at each other again, then back at the red-haired guy, whose ghostly white dick still poked upward. Dyson gave me a little head tilt, indicating that I should come on over and help him out to get the redhead off.

    My eyes looked over at the other guy for a moment. Would it be okay?

    For a moment the red-haired guy paused like he was thinking over some great dilemma. There was an uncomfortable pause as Dyson’s dick began to droop. Mine even drooped a bit while the other guy thought over whether or not I was going to be allowed anywhere near his private parts. Finally, he smiled and nodded. He touched his index finger to his lips and then looked down at his boner. I took this to mean that I was to come over there and suck his dick.

    As I have previously explained, I am always very agreeable. So I did.

    I turned off my water and headed across to the other side. I got down on one knee and reached up for the long white weenie. But he stopped me. He grabbed my wrist and held it about three inches away from my goal. Dyson watched us. The redhead looked over at Dyson and made the same signal with his index finger on his lips. So Dyson turned off his water too and joined me on the floor.

    When Dyson was in position, the red-haired guy finally released my wrist and allowed me to take hold of his dick. Dyson moved his head in close and the two of us met lips at the tip of the guy’s cock. I let Dyson take the lead and he put his lips all the way around the fat head. I used my tongue on the bottom side of the shaft. Dyson pulled on the guy’s balls and I put mine on his ass, my fingers digging lightly for the crease. While Dyson gave him head, I kept everything nicely lubed up with my tongue. Then we switched. I moved into a spot where I could get most of the guy’s penis in my mouth and Dyson took up the licking. A few minutes later, Mr. Attitude lost control and really got into it. A couple of times, Dyson and I just jerked the shaft back and forth and managed a full-mouth kiss just between the two of us. Every time we did that I could feel Dyson’s cool breath against the back of my throat and somehow that got my dick hard again.

    While me and Dyson sucked off the redhead, Dyson reached over and found my cock. I had just gotten off but I was rock solid and erect already. Dyson smiled when he realized this. I grabbed for his dick too, but it didn’t seem to have any life left. But I kept up stroking him all the same.

    Oh my god, I was actually jacking off Dyson Marshall III!

    Well, not exactly jacking him off, but you know, rubbing him up and down all the same while we both willed him to get harder.

    Kissing Dyson was amazing.

    He had a pretty small mouth, and really tight lips. It sort of felt like he was spring-loaded and tied up with rubber bands. But he was a really nice kisser and had very small but perfectly straight teeth. I’m sure that the university president had spent a fortune on Dyson’s teeth!

    Soon, kissing Dyson and man-handling his cock became much more important to me than sucking off the red-haired guy with attitude. Dyson seemed to appreciate that I had much more interest in him than in the other guy so after a while, Dyson and I just kept our mouths locked together. Meanwhile, Dyson stroked the red-head’s cock with one hand, mine with the other. I pulled absently on the red-head’s nut sack. Way up above us, I don’t think he really noticed anyway; he was sort of lost in his own little world, trying hard to get off.

    When the red-haired guy finally shot his load, it was pretty unimpressive. Dyson was at the helm for the final moment since I was too busy trying to get Dyson hard and concentrating on trying to get his entire mouth inside of mine.

    We both looked up at the red-headed guy after he had cum. Dyson still had a fistful of sperm so he put it under the warm shower water from above to rinse it off. While he did, the red-haired guy turned off the water and abruptly left.

    Dyson and I were still on the floor on one knee when he did. When we found ourselves alone, and Dyson still had sticky cum on his hand, we both smiled. True the red-haired guy was hot, but what a jerk!

    Dyson stood up and turned the water back on. I joined him under the water. We kissed standing up. Dyson washed his hand off with a little help from me to get rid of a last few stringy bits. I was now completely erect, raring to go. There was a little extra something in Dyson’s cock too. As we kissed some more, he got harder and harder.

    It took about another half an hour for the two of us to finish up with our second orgasm of the afternoon. Well maybe it was evening by now.

    When it was done, we walked back to Dyson’s locker in the coach’s section. He plugged my cell phone number into his cell and promised to call me the next day. I grinned to myself as I thought of Josh high-tailing it out of there after we’d gotten back from our long run. He’d missed out on a fantastic public fuck!

    Too bad for him. Pretty fucking good for me.


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  • Matt’s New Life

    19-year-old Matt ate as if he were starving, practically gobbling up the food I had set before him. I saw him only once a month, two or three days before pay day, when he was flat broke. Over time we had worked out this understanding. I’d provide the food and cash, he’d strip naked and take whatever I dished out.

    Even though he had a kid and live-in girl friend, he soon developed a taste for rough man-on-man sex. As time went by, he got more and more into it. No matter how much pain I inflicted on him, he never lost his hard-on. I realized he was only in his late teens and horny all the time, but still. The kid had amazing stamina and pain endurance.

    The first time I encountered him I had picked him up off the street outside his work place. I rolled down the car window and asked him if he needed a ride. He said “yeah” and got in. Neither of us said a word for a couple of minutes. I didn’t ask many questions, and he didn’t give many answers. He was out of money and out of gas – no way to get home. Then I asked how much cash he needed. He didn’t answer, but his hesitancy said it all. I asked if he was willing to earn it. More silence. Finally, still staring straight ahead, all he said was, “Fuck yeah.”

    He didn’t say another word until he was putting his clothes back on thirty minutes later. I handed over a fifty, and he said, “Thanks.” He remained mute during the ride back to the gas station. He got out, and I pulled off after handing over a business card with my private cell phone number written on the back. The Sunoco station was close enough for him to walk back to his stranded car.

    I think he was as surprised as I was at the way he responded to gay sex, even more at how he developed an erotic response to pain. Before he met me, he said he had never had sex with a guy, not even playing around as an adolescent. I believed him. The first time I fucked him he screamed like a banshee, but he didn’t try to get away from me. He took it like a man and eventually stopped shouting. The shouts turned into moans, which finally turned into sighs of pleasure. Matt was “vocal,” and not at all embarrassed to let me know how much it hurt or how good it felt. Even when I was making him take real pain, he asked for more. I think he assumed that gay butt-fucking sex was supposed to hurt like this. I was not about to let on otherwise.

    “Yeah, you fucker. Make it hurt.”

    Music to my ears. I wanted to make it easy for him to continue our activity. I never called him, because it would scare him off. He had to make the next move. I was surprised to get a text message about a month later.

    “Can I come over?”

    I sent a text message with an affirmative reply.

    “OK – B there in 15.”

    This nine word exchange set the wheels in motion. I took a steak out of the fridge and fired up the broiler. When he got there it was just coming off the heat. I plunked it down onto the dining table and tossed him a can of beer. He ate noisily and just stared at his plate. When he was done, he pushed the plate away and said, “Thanks.”

    There was an awkward silence as I rinsed the dish in the sink. I cracked open another beer and gave it to him.

    “Things bad at home?” I asked.

    “She’s a bitch. Does nothing but complain.”

    “Well, there’s no hassle here. No crying babies, either.”

    He didn’t offer a reply but stared into my eyes with a serious, knowing look.

    “Need some cash, Matt?”

    After a long pause, all he said was, “Yeah.”

    I waited a bit before I said anything else. Finally, I decided just to go for it, pressing my luck.

    “It won’t be so easy. I like it rough. I went light on you last time, because you had no experience. This will be somewhat more difficult, believe me. It will also yield a larger financial reward. $100.”

    He just stared at me, showing no sign of fear.

    “I ain’t no wuss, and I don’t need more than fifty.”

    Foolish kid. He had no idea what was about to come his way.

    Matt had royally fucked up his life, getting his girlfriend pregnant. She wouldn’t get an abortion and wouldn’t work to earn her share to support a household, so Matt took on a second job. Hardly ever saw the kid and girlfriend. And when he did, the baby cried all night and his woman bitched about how he was never going to amount to anything. She said she deserved better than this.

    Matt worked construction and had to be at his first job by 6:30 am, then drove across town mid-afternoon to work inventory for an auto parts store. He never got home before 9:30, and when he did, he just chugged beer, ate cereal and watched TV. Nearly every night he fell asleep on the sofa, grabbed a quick shower the next morning and started all over again. His relationship with me provided a little variety from what was surely a dead-end life.

    Our routine never varied. He’d send me a text message a couple of days before rent was due. I’d broil a steak, pop open a beer and watch him eat. Then he’d thank me, strip off and let me have my way with him. He’d leave a little bruised and battered, but with cash in his pocket.

    I got rougher and rougher, but he kept coming back. His dick stayed hard, no matter how kinky or painful the activity. It was rare when I didn’t make him cry, but I had to train him to stop the yelling. Neighbors.

    I always made him jack himself off to orgasm when I was through. Never a problem. The kid could cum buckets. Afterwards he’d take a long, hot shower and walk around wearing just a towel. He would strut about a bit, obviously enjoying being able to show off his body to appreciative eyes. He would sit next to me on the sofa and watch TV. During commercials I’d get him another beer. Once, when I came back into the room, I pressed the cold can against his sore nips. He nearly leapt out of his skin. When he took the can from my grip, he looked up at me and said, “Pervert.”

    All I said was, “Smarter than I thought.”

    He didn’t laugh.

    It had been about a year since I first picked him up. Our monthly get-togethers had become an addiction for both of us. In this short a time he had transformed into a willing bottom, a natural masochist. The kinkier, the more difficult the sex, the more enthusiastically he responded. He’d let me spank his ass until it was smarting and marked up. I worked his tits hard. They had become super sensitive and now stuck out from his chest, hard as pebbles. Once he came without touching himself while I was really working his nips over extra hard. I squeezed his balls until he thrashed and heaved, but he never tried to knock my hands away. He just took it.

    I was surprised to get his text message today, because it had been only 10 days since he last stopped by. But I knew the drill. I broiled the steak and cracked open a beer. Neither one of us said a word. I didn’t ask him why he was paying a visit in the middle of the month. He didn’t tell me, and I didn’t need to know.

    Too much talk scares away these so-called straight boys. I never ask if they consider themselves gay, straight or bi. And I don’t give a flip about labels anyway. I just let their dicks do the talking. If they think having steady man-on-man sex doesn’t make them gay or even bi, fine with me.

    If you want to try this at home with a “straight” boy, don’t attempt any kissing or sweet talk. Forget the bedroom. Restrict sexual activity to the sofa, floor – or in my case – the dining room table. Your chances of success will be increased exponentially if you limit your topics of conversation to money, food and cars. Provide the food and beer and hone your listening skills.

    I cleared the plates away and did the dishes. When I walked back into the dining room, he was already facing the table, completely naked and bent over. His legs were spread wide, just as I’d trained him. I walked over and ran my hands over his shoulders, then down his back, stopping to pay special attention to his lats. He was proud of his body, and my hands let him know I appreciated it. I smoothed my palms over his muscled arms and cupped his biceps, hard as baseballs. I stroked his thighs and gradually worked my way up to his butt. I delivered a few light swats as he settled into position. Instead of spanking him, as I usually did, I caressed and massaged his butt cheeks some more, spreading them open so that I could see his twitching hole.

    “Come on, man. Do it.”

    I still held back, chuckling at his impatience. He wasn’t used to being teased. But since our last session I had sound proofed the dining room, boarded up the window and installed sturdy doors at the openings to the two adjacent rooms. I had lined the walls with thick cork tiles and hung heavy drapes over the boarded up window. I was eager to give it a test drive.

    “Maybe I won’t spank you tonight, Matt.”

    I moved about the room, shutting the doors, sealing off this special place from the rest of the neighborhood. I returned to the table and kneaded his butt harder and harder, but I still didn’t spank him. After a few minutes he lifted his chest up off the table and said, “Then work my nuts. Hard.”

    He fell into my trap. If I wouldn’t spank him, he’d think of some other way to take pain. What he didn’t know was that I was going to spank him anyway. Two punishments instead of one. Matt pushed his chest down against the tabletop and gripped the edge. He spread his feet so far apart he was practically on tiptoe. He raised his ass off the table, and I reached under him and gave his hard, leaking dick a few strokes. Then I cupped his balls in the palm of my hand and just held them for a few seconds, enjoying his vulnerability. Matt exhaled loudly as he settled onto the table top.

    “Come on, man. Make it hurt. I need it rough tonight.”

    I nearly choked. He made it sound as if all we’d done so far was hold hands and smooch. We both knew that in a few moments his whole world would change. Whatever pleasure he might be feeling at present would be transformed into a crippling wave of pain. Matt braced himself for the punishment.

    I squeezed his balls – hard. Then harder still. Matt was controlling his breathing nicely, taking deeper and deeper breaths. He let out a sigh of pleasure as he settled across the table top. I took my time, gradually increasing the pressure in my palm, warming him up before we’d get to serious pain.

    “Oh yeah. Do it, man.”

    Finally I was ready. Matt was ready.

    With that I smacked his ass. Hard. Again and again. Brutal, forceful swats rained down on his hard, hungry butt. I settled into a rhythm as he raised his punishable ass up off the table, offering me full access to his tender bottom. I spanked him harder, faster, showing no mercy. Matt entered into exquisite agony.

    “Fuck yeah. Hit me!”

    I tell you, this boy inspired me. I worked on his butt until it was an angry red. It was as if he were daring me to make him scream. He beat his fists on the table, gasping and moaning. I spanked his sexy butt a dozen more times, until my hand hurt so much I had to stop. Matt was panting and sweating, growling into the table top. Once he got his breathing under control a bit, he started humping the wooden surface, sliding his hard cock around in the pool of his pre-cum. I’d never seen a guy leak so much. Watching his ass muscles flex as he humped the table top was more than I could take. I had to do something to make this last. I was about to pop.

    We both knew what this was leading up to. We’d faced this challenge before. I drew the belt from my trousers and doubled it in my fist. Matt looked around and saw what I was doing. He lifted his butt higher off the table and spread his legs as far as possible. Then he reached back and spread his ass cheeks, exposing his hole, stretching it wide open. I took dead aim and brought the belt down with a resounding crack, right across his man hole.

    His yelling sounded inhuman. I kept belting his butt until his legs were flailing around, kicking at the air, trying to shake the pain. Again and again I strapped his ass, watching as angry welts rose across the surface of his glutes. Finally he let go of his cheeks and gripped the edge of the table. He pumped the table top like a mad man, moaning and grunting with an intensity that seemed almost demented. Finally he let out one long rhythmic shout, but it was not a cry of pain. Matt was spraying cum all over the dining table, still pumping his hips in hard thrusts. I threw the belt down onto the floor and just looked at him. He was a blubbering, sputtering mess, heaving and choking, trying to get himself back under control. But I couldn’t wait any longer. I tore at my trousers, fumbling for my zipper. I shucked my pants down to my knees and took aim. My cock had never been harder.

    Matt shrieked as I roughly speared his hole. I knew I wouldn’t last 30 seconds. The scene was too damned hot. I fucked him as rough as I knew how, knocking the wind out of him. In spite of his protests, he pushed his hips back against my punishing cock.

    I fucked like a crazed man. Over and over I thrust hard into his hole.

    “Oh, please man. Please. Hurt me! Fuck me! Cum in my fuckin’ ass.”

    In another ten seconds, it was all over. I was drunk with lust as I pumped shot after shot of hot man cum into his willing hole. Then I just collapsed and dropped my torso down against his back, my dead weight keeping him trapped beneath me. When my head cleared a little, I could hear Matt softly crying.

    I didn’t offer any words of compassion. I didn’t offer any words at all. Cocky youths don’t want words. They want to be loved, but can’t vocalize their need. They’re too macho to admit to any needs or weakness. But I made sure Matt got his quota of love. Not the kind that’s served with kisses, tender words or cheap affection. We had never kissed. That was not the kind of love Matt needed.

    I gave him the kind of love best expressed between two men. I came to understand that his aphrodisiac was pain. What he wanted was for me to hurt him, test him, so that he could show he’d take it for me. Bigger pain. Brighter pain. He wanted me to be proud of him. He might be a disappointment to his girlfriend, but he wasn’t going to be a disappointment to me. Taking pain for me made his spirits soar.

    I was going to do my level best to make him happy.

    I staggered to my feet and stared at the defeated boy resting upon the table. He was a beautiful sight. Rugged, masculine and completely fucked over.

    I wiped the sweat and cum off my bare skin as I kicked his legs apart. Matt raised his head and stared at the wall.

    “Stay where you are, Matt. I’m not through with you yet.”

    I grabbed his hips and pulled him back toward me, until his cock cleared the edge of the table, flopping down, hanging free from his crotch. Spent cum splattered everywhere. The room reeked from the smell of his release. I reached under him and grappled until I had his slick cock in a tight grip. I pulled down and bent it back, then pushed him away from me, until his dick banged into the table apron. I let go, because it wasn’t his cock I was interested in.

    I got a good grip on his balls and pulled them toward me. My hand closed tight, and the cupping became a heavy grip, constricting Matt’s testicles. I repeatedly opened and closed my hand, each time squeezing tighter, then tighter still. Discomfort soon became real hurt.

    By now Matt talked in a language we both understood – ‘oohs’ and ‘ouches’ and finally ‘goddamns,’ which lead to ‘fucker!’. The language of a boy taking pain – of a boy getting what he asked for.

    Now I set about crushing his nuts. My punishing grip tightened hard and harder, until his balls were squashed almost flat. Matt tried to fight the pain, even lifting one leg to shake away the hurt. He began to sweat. His back took on a sexy light sheen as he struggled and twisted in agony. Beautiful.

    I steadied myself as I pressed my thumbs against my index fingers, trapping his balls in a devastating grip. Matt was delirious. He gasped and banged his feet against the floor. “Oh shit! Fucker! Son of a bitch!”

    His suffering was exquisite, a thing of beauty to be savored. Now it was time to get serious. I wrapped some thin rope around the base of his balls, stretching them tight in a makeshift noose. I pulled down, constricting his balls until they were tight at the bottom of his sack.

    I ran my fingernails against his balls’ pebbly surface, teasing him a bit.

    “Scared, Matt?” I asked.

    “Fuck no,” he gasped. He was lying, because he thought tough guys weren’t supposed to be nervous or frightened. I reached under and grabbed the head of his dick, spreading his cum over the table top. Pumping his cock onto a slick surface would help him take the pain.

    “Just fucking crack my nuts, OK?” he pleaded.

    I let go of his cock and pulled the rope even tighter. With my other hand I gripped his balls and squeezed as hard as I could. The pain took his breath away, and he gasped and coughed.

    I held the rope tight and squeezed again.

    “F-U-C-K-E-R!” he yelled. “You bastard!”

    He cussed a blue streak, choking and pounding his fists against the table, all the while grinding his hips hard into his slick pool of cum. I squeezed again. Hard. Then twice more. The boy struggled and cried out, trying to absorb the agonizing pain.

    I kept up heavy tension on the rope, but I let him try to collect himself for a few minutes. I was going to make him scream. I crushed his balls again and again, with brutal force.

    “Shit! It fucking hurts, man! It hurts.”

    “Sure it hurts, kid. I want it to hurt. We both do. So just let it go, boy. The neighbors can’t hear you now.”

    Without warning, I let go of the rope and grabbed his balls with both hands, applying as much pressure as possible. He let out a stomach-churning wail, but before he could catch his breath I repositioned my hands and squeezed even harder. Matt went nuts.

    I thought he was going to tear the table in half. His legs flailed and kicked. He made loud noises, but I couldn’t make out any words. He was speaking the language of undiluted pain. His hips thrust hard into the table top and he pounded his fists as he yelled. I stopped squeezing him, but I pulled hard on the rope trapping his balls.

    Suddenly he shouted out obscenity after obscenity as he humped the table. His hips thrust savagely against the wood as he shook his head back and forth.

    “Oh Jesus. Fucking J-E-S-U-S!

    It took us both a moment to realize that Matt had just cum from having his balls squeezed and stretched. That boy could come all day. I felt proud for both of us. He was a natural for this scene. Matt gradually came down from his pain high, relaxing his legs and loosening his grip on the table.

    “Fucking bastard.”

    Matt was in such bad shape he couldn’t pull himself up off the table. I picked up his dead weight, turned him around and sat him down on the table edge, wiping the cum off his torso and crotch. Matt hadn’t yet come back down to earth, so he offered neither help nor resistance to my ministrations.

    Matt stayed at my house that night and never went home. It took him about two days to recover, before he could walk without wincing. I don’t think anyone knew where he was. No one called, and he made no effort to contact his bosses or girlfriend. I took matters into my own hands. I threw away his cell phone and made him quit his jobs. In the dead of night I followed him as he drove his car back to his house, parking it on the street just a few doors down from his apartment. He turned off the headlights, shut the door quietly, and left his keys in the ignition. He climbed into my Jeep and we drove away. I don’t recall that he even glanced back.

    Even though Matt had quit his jobs, he earned his keep. The hard way. We had intense, rough sex every day. With me, Matt had the kind of home he needed. He set about improving things, installing the window screens, bracing up the porch, all on his own initiative. In just two weeks he had re-insulated the attic and painted the whole house, trim and all. One night, as he crawled into our bed exhausted, worn out from another bout of our special kind of sex, he put his arms around me and spooned against my back. Again, I had waited to let him make the first move. After a few more weeks he was comfortable enough with affection to walk up behind me at the kitchen sink and press his body to mine as he gave a generous hug. Neither of us said anything, but it just felt right. He also become more and more comfortable being naked most of the time when I was home. I let him know he had a sexy body and I enjoyed admiring it. He freely offered up his body to let me grope his muscles, knowing that in a short while I would strap them, punish him. Affection became a prelude to rough play. Over time we grew to love each other lustily, fully, passionately – without ever ruining it by saying the words.

    But our little time of domestic bliss was short lived. One month to the day of his moving in was when the troubles started.


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  • Godehart’s Party

    Introduction: we met Charles on the beach this morning, and now we meet him again in the local gay bar. Charles will take us to a “party” of his new friend, Godehart Wagner. We’re not the only ones being invited…but first, Charles and John discuss sharing an apartment for a few days.

    “It’s not a big place, we need some ground rules,” I say to Charles. “I have a spare room.” I suddenly realize that my father is expected in a week, my parents are divorced, my father visits once a year, in the summer of course, for a few days, until we have a terrible fight and he leaves.

    “I don’t have a spare room, actually, at least not next week. My father is coming.” I correct myself.

    “Did you come out to your parents?” Charles wants to know.

    I did come out, of course, you’re not a full citizen of rainbow country unless you come out to your parents (there are a few exceptions, think of Southern Baptists), but I kept it very official, and my parents never met any of my friends, or partners, or whatever you call people you have sex with.

    “Your bed is large enough, right, or do you want me to sleep with your father?”

    “The bed in the spare room is very small,” I say.

    “Your father is gay?”

    “Give it a try,” I say lightly. I have no idea how to handle this situation, my father won’t be amused, who knows, perhaps we have our fight on the first evening, and dad would leave, which would solve our problems.

    “Look,” he says, “we’re here so we can go to a gay party where we are supposed to have sex, right? Wasn’t that the idea? Your bed should be large enough for the two of us.”

    “You know how it is with casual sex,” I say, “even with repeats, you don’t know whether you want to meet that person again. Normally, you don’t.”

    “We don’t have to have sex, if I can masturbate in private, or in public, for that matter.” He laughs.

    “It’s more than that, you just don’t want to be in touch anymore.”

    “But you already promised,” he says, “Didn’t you.”

    He’s uncool in his British ways, pleads like a child. Is he always like this? He’s not your usual trick. Besides, if he would match the usual one-night stand, the case that requires disposal along with the used condom, I would know by now.

    “I can stay chaste,” he adds. “I lie next to you, and you lie next to me, and I have an erection, and you have an erection, but nothing happens since we did it before, twice even, or three times, depending how often we’ll have sex tonight, and depending on whether our first encounter qualifies as proper sex, but nothing happens because we did it already, and gays can’t go steady, they must change their partner every night, so we don’t have sex, and stay chaste while lying next to each other with our boners, until each of us sneaks out to the bathroom to seek some relieve, somehow unsuccessfully trying to hide his hard-on in the process.”

    He’s quite cheerful now, my promise to save his life has raised his spirits a lot. I’m also getting more cheerful. “In the process,” I repeat his last words.

    “Going forward,” he answers.

    “Touching base.” We both laugh.

    “Do you take people home a lot?” he asks.

    “I used to, I say, not any longer.”

    “Look,” he says, “it may be only for a few days, I’ll have to make something up, go back to Torquay. I can’t stay here.”

    “OK,” I say without further disambiguation.

    Ray interrupts, he’s taking his usual break from the darkroom, looking for somebody to buy him another drink. Apparently he couldn’t find anybody else, that’s why he ends up outside, in the garden, under our tree. His hair’s salt and pepper, he’s covered with the stench of Greyhound waiting rooms, and worse, nobody to buy him a drink, it’s really tragic, actually, if you think this through. I’ve just saved Charles’ life, I’m on the narrow path to a better future that will include Charles and more partying, I can buy Ray another beer.

    I’m back with the drinks. I wonder whether Ray knows about this party, I guess not. No, he has no idea. There’s a generation gap now in Georgia Beach, or something to do with trends, or in-crowds, to which neither Ray nor I belong. I’ll ask Charles about the party. Who’s the host? “Godehart Wagner,” he says, “a rich guy from Germany. He inherited this place a few months ago. This is his home warming party.”

    “Wagner,” I say, “like the composer.”

    “Yes, exactly, he is family, actually, but some disowned branch of the family. Fifth generation.”

    “How do you know him,” I ask.

    “Sheer coincidence, as usual,” he replies, “we were changing planes in Atlanta. We met in the waiting room for the commute down here. His gait. My raised eyebrows. His hesitation. ‘Is this seat taken,’ he asks with an accent that holds the middle between German and camp. ‘It’s not, of course,’ I reply, drawling out the ‘of course.’ There’s no time to think. ‘Will you excuse me,’ I say, I have to go to the restroom, drawling out the ‘restroom.’

    ‘So do I,’ he plays back. So we’re off to the restroom, I lead, he follows, various eyes are following us. Atlanta provides good privacy in its toilet stalls, most airports do these days, everybody wants to be the best airport in the world, lots of airline personnel around, they’re all gay, they need these facilities dearly, better to provide privacy to them than to leave innocent travelers exposed to the irrepressible things that happen when less innocent people meet in poorly isolated stalls.”

    “So the stall was well insulated,” Ray asks impatiently.

    “Yes. I was quite satisfied. His dick is long and thin, you will meet him tonight. What can I say? The usual thing. You want to know more?”

    “Yes,” Ray answers. Visual or verbal, he wants to know.

    “Well, pants drop, the usual top-bottom question, he hands me a Trojan Premium Latex, they’re the best, specially made for anal intercourse, very well lubricated, which I put on as he watches, which constitutes Act I. Wait, let me retract briefly. They do a lot of background music at the Atlanta airport, also in the bathrooms, and you know what they played for us? Wagner, Valkyrie. I didn’t recognize it, but Godehart told me. Valkyrie is very stimulating, I can tell you, try it yourself. So, he raises the toilet seat, climbs on the edge of the bare bowl, turns around, squats, I put my hands under his arm pits for stability; Act II. Penetration, excitement to the score of Valkyrie; Act III. Some suppressed heavy breathing, I come, release; Act IV. He jerks, turns around, comes in my mouth; Finale. Very considerate of him to come in my mouth and not over my face, I wouldn’t have had much time to clean up. We arrive back at the gate just in time, eyes following us. It’s this thing with sex, people have a sixth sense for it, especially women.

    You don’t have a seat assignment on this commute, so we sit together. He tells me his life story. He’s from a disowned branch of the Wagner family, but somehow, he still holds some rights to the Wagner name. Not for the music, of course, the music is public domain, but in some way, Wagner’s name is still protected under German law, some special law that the Nazis passed, and he makes his money with Wagner mugs, and Wagner busts, and that themed stuff that you find in tourists shops. And leather shorts, Bavarian leather shorts, with the Wagner motive, you know these pants that they wear when they wear undersized fedoras with a feather at the band, on TV, and they dance to the tune of a Bavarian square dance, some jodler, and slap their thighs to the rhythm of the music, you know that thing if you ever watched German TV. It does not matter when you switch to a German channel, it’s always men in Bavarian leather shorts, slapping their thighs.”

    “Impossible.”

    “Mind you, they don’t dance to Wagner music, just a jodler.”

    “But the Wagner theme, how do you combine this with leather shorts?”

    “Good question, no idea.”

    “Do you know whether Wagner was gay, too?”

    “Actually I asked Godehart. Wagner wasn’t officially gay, but he had an affair with the young king of Bavaria, Ludwig the Second, Godehart told me. Ludwig made Wagner’s career, in fact, he underwrote his productions, and built opera houses for him. Wagner would not have made it without Ludwig. So perhaps Wagner wasn’t gay, perhaps it was just casting-couch activity of an ambitious composer. But we can’t be so sure. Wagner and Ludwig exchanged a lot of letters, quite explicit, quite passionate ones, the jury is out on that one.”

    “How do you know?”

    “Godehart told me, I asked pointed questions.”

    “Always nice to learn about another confrère.”

    “That’s the word, confrère.”

    “I mean it in two ways,” I say. “Meeting someone who asks pointed questions. That’s also a confrère. Nobody asks pointed questions these days. You’re a confrère in more than one sense, and Wagner might also be a confrère, in more than one sense even, provided he asked pointed questions.”

    We both laugh. Ray doesn’t laugh, but he’s happy too and swills his beer. “You kept in touch,” I observe.

    “I told him I would work at the tourist office. He dropped by the other day, invited me. In the meantime, I had seen him a few times here at the club. We’re friendly. ” He looked at his watch. Let’s go, he said.

    “You’re going to this party, where everybody is invited, except me?” Ray asks.

    “I wasn’t invited either, I tell Ray, I just happened upon this British gentlemen in the morning who extended an invite on behalf of the host.”

    Ray, who isn’t bright, but very sensitive, has his moments. “I can imagine,” he said.

    “You want to come?” Charles asks Ray.

    “Why not?” Ray answers.

    I’m almost at the point of saying to Charles, ‘Can I have a word with you,’ but Charles, somehow, has already gauged my misgivings. “I know what you think,” he says to me. “Don’t worry, it’ll work out, I’ll explain to

    Godehart, he will understand.”

    We’re off to the party next door. We’re not the only ones. The Blue Moon empties.


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  • The Motel

    After checking in Deputy Sheriff Todd Baker, I watched the monitor as he first made a phone call, then stripped and showered. After his shower he lay on the bed.

    About twenty minutes later a car pulled into the parking lot and parked next to Todd’s car. The driver got out and looked around cautiously, before going straight to Deputy Baker’s room.

    He was also in uniform and as hot and muscular as Deputy Baker. ‘No fucking way could these two studs be gay,’ I thought.

    I hurried to my office and as I looked at the monitor, I saw Todd opening the door to let the other deputy in. Immediately after the door was closed and locked, the two deputies began kissing and groping each other. After the kiss, the second deputy quickly stripped and the action began.

    After a short make out session on the bed, Todd flipped and the began a hot sixty-nine. Soon, I could tell that each man was climaxing and after they both swallowed, they again started a make out session with a hot wet tongue kiss.

    I heard someone enter the lobby and went out and checked them into a room. It was an older fat driver and I put him in the back section.

    I returned to my office and began watching the two deputies. They were laying cuddled together and talking, occasionally kissing.

    After a while, i noticed that they were both fully erect again and soon Todd was n his back and the other deputy was fucking his ass. After the deputy filled his ass, they traded positions and Todd fucked the deputy.

    I continued to watch and they headed for the bathroom together and after a few moments both emerged, drying off. I watched as the deputy dressed and kissed Todd good-bye and left.

    About thirty minutes later Todd came to the desk to return the key.

    “Was everything satisfactory” I asked with a slight smile.

    “Everything was fine,” Todd replied.

    “Well, with your friend visiting, I doubt you got much rest like you were wanting.”

    “Look, I’m not into playing games. I’ve checked you out thoroughly. I’m sorry about your grandfather, but I also know that the holes in the back restroom appeared just days after you took over, and I know what goes on in there. You’re in my district so it’s up to me if I report the activities to the vice squad. Therefore, I assume my visits here and who visits me will stay confidential.”

    “Absolutely. In fact, when you need a room call me. I’ll put it in the computer as ‘Out of Order’ and your name won’t even show up at all, and I’ll make sure you and your guest, regardless of the number, are not disturbed.”

    “Thanks, but what about you’re daytime desk clerk?”

    “I’ll talk to him. You don’t need to worry.”

    “I assume you, uh, play also?”

    “Most definitely,” I replied.

    “You get much through the holes?”

    “Oh yea. You should try it sometime.”

    “I just might on my day off,” he said then asked, “Does that clerk of yours play also?”

    “Yea, that’s why I said you didn’t need to worry about him. He’ll know that if you call to put the room out of order for your use.”

    “Mark, I really appreciate what your doing. There are a few of us that are gay and we have to be extremely careful about when and where we meet.”

    “I’ll help out anytime.”

    “Thanks,” he said as he turned to leave. As he reached the door, he turned and smiled and said, “Next time I come by, you might be my guest.”

    Before I could respond, he was out the door, giving me a wave as he got into his car.

    After seeing Todd and the deputy in action I knew that I had to make a change in my surveillance. the first chance I had, I went back to the electronics store and bought new mini cameras with microphones, where I could also listen to conversations and moans and groans.

    I took part of the property behind the motel and parking lot and made a play area. About a hundred yards back into the woods, I cleared an area about two hundred foot square of the brush. I put in a few picnic tables with benches. A small narrow winding path led the way to it.

    Many of my regular guest knew it was me sucking their cocks in the restroom. I told a few of them about the clearing and before long, gay and bi drivers were going back to it.

    I went back one afternoon late and found the action hot and inviting. Several of the drivers were totally nude, their clothes on the tables. Sex was with whomever wanted it. Some were sucking, while others were fucking.

    As I watched, two other drivers passed by me and went to a table and stripped, placing their clothes on the bench. They lay on the table and began making out and soon another driver that was already there joined in creating a three way. I received many comments about how much the drivers enjoyed being able to do whatever they wanted out in the open.

    Todd called one morning and asked for me. When I got on the line, he said, “Mark, this is Todd. I’ll be by about noon. Is the same room available?”

    “Sure is,” I replied.

    “Great.” he said, then added, “Why don’t you go to it and be there waiting for me?”

    “Sure,” I answered, then said, “I’ll have the door slightly ajar for you.”

    “I like the way you think, and by the way, be nude.”

    I was there before noon and was totally nude when Todd entered the room in full uniform. My cock immediately became rock hard. Seconds later we were in bed in a hot sixty-nine. Later, I asked Todd for a favor and he said “Just name it.”

    I had him put his uniform back on and once he had, I opened his pants and began sucking his cock. After a couple of minutes, I turned him around and with him still in his uniform, I bent him over the desk and fucked his hot tight ass.

    After I filled hos ass with my load, I said, “Ive always wanted to suck and fuck a cop in uniform.”

    Laughing, he turned to me and kissed me and said, “I’ve always wanted to fuck a guy while I was in uniform.”

    “Then do it,” I said. Seconds later this hot stud was pounding my ass and I loved it.

    Before he left he asked, “If I give you the names of the other officers, will you give them a room to use when needed?”

    “Definitely,” I said.

    I got a pen and paper and took down their names as he gave them to me.

    “Josh Taylor and Cory Sims are both deputies. Josh is the one I was with that first day. Carl Walker is a local city cop, and David Porter is a state highway patrolman.”

    “Damn, city, county and state. What more could I ask for.”

    I’ve talked to all of them and they have agreed that in exchange for a room to play in, if they hear anything about the motel being watched or checked out, they will warn you in advance.”

    “I’d appreciate that. But if all the drivers are wanting sex, what laws are being broken?”

    “For one, the restroom is public, so if anyone is caught having sex there the charge would be performing a lewd act in public. Same with the clearing.”

    “I see. I’ll keep covers ready to install over the holes if I get a call, and a sign for the path saying ‘Keep out. Private property.’

    “Good.”

    A few days later I saw a highway patrol car in the lot at the restaurant. I alked over and once inside looked around. I spotted a uniformed officer at a table over by the window and walked over, asking if his meal was satisfactory.

    “Yes, it’s perfect,” he replied. I saw his name badge. ‘D. Porter.’

    “I’m Mark Davis. I own the motel and restaurant,” I said.

    “Nice to meet you,” he said. “Have a seat.”

    David was in his early thirties and extremely well built. His red hair was a turn on for me. For some reason, red cock bushes got my cock rock hard.

    In a low voice, he said, “Todd told me what you’re willing to do for us. Speaking for the rest of the guys, I want to thank you.”

    “My pleasure,” I replied. “Just give me a call anytime day or night.”

    “Thanks.”

    I left and told the waitress that his meal was on me. Two days later, David called for a room. I had placed room one on permanent out of order status for the officers to use. He arrived and was given a key and a few minutes later called the desk and asked me to stop by, and use my pass key. I did and was pleasantly surprised.

    When I entered the room, he lay in bed totally nude and said, “Join me.”

    Looking at his nice cock, I saw that his bush was indeed a bright red-orange. By the time I could strip, my cock was totally boned. I loved sucking his nice cock and burying my nose in his red bush. Before I left we had rimmed, sucked and fucked each other.

    Within the next two weeks, I had engaged in sex with Carl, the city cop and Josh, the other deputy. All were hot, masculine, and did it all.

    Then, one Saturday afternoon, Todd called and said, “You ready for some nonstop action tonight?”

    “Always. What did you have in mind?”

    “Well, me and all the others took tonight off and thought we’d come to the motel and have a six man party with you.”

    “Fuck yea, but instead of using a room, we will have more privacy in my apartment.”

    I old him where my private entrance was and he said he’d let the others know. He said that they would be here about seven.

    I had the desk covered, and was waiting when they began to arrive. As they did, I soon found that they all wore minimal clothing, making it easier to strip nude. Soon, all had arrived and we did it all, including a daisy chain with oral, chain fucking, and double fucking David. It was a no-holds-barred orgy lasting until dawn.

    Brad and I continued to have sex and occasionally he would be invited to have sex with one of the officers. While he did, I worked the desk and watched the action in my office.

    Todd and I became muck closer and soon confessed our love for each other. I built a small six unit apartment next to the motel and ‘rented’ Todd an apartment. We became lovers and he used the apartment address as his home address.

    Only once was the motel investigated for it’s activities. The state began the investigation and David immediately called me. For a couple of months the glory holes were covered and the clearing closed. When the drivers asked what was going on, I explained that I had received word of the investigation and they understood. After thise two months of not being able to find any inappropriate activity, the investigation was dropped and things returned to normal.

    Todd and I are happy and frequently have the other officers over to play. He knows I suck all the cock I can when he’s working and doesn’t mind. When he gets off duty, he changes clothes and does his share of sucking cock himself.

    I love my grandfather even more for leaving me this Shangri-La.

    THE END


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  • Green Eyes

    There’s a reception line. My first reception line in two years (I skipped last New Year’s function at the college). One and a half years, to be precise. People. Lots. Charles is in front of me, Ray is behind. Six people in front of us. Ray is smelly, I’m embarrassed, Charles is confident.

    Godehart (don’t asks how his name would be pronounced), the genial host, is also the bouncer. The place must have been spruced up since Godehart moved in. Normal places in Georgia Beach typically don’t look like this. I like it, though. Light timber, hardwood, more timber, colors, nothing wall-to-wall, not much ornamentation, and not a single Wagner bust in evidence. Instead, we behold tasty gay art with explicit flavors on the white walls. The person standing next to Godehart is not exactly the sex slave from my dream, but he’s obviously some professional, a person who spends too much time in the gym for a day-time job. He’s not a boy, he may have my age, but my re-awaking instincts tell me he is an escort, a rented boy, or man, and I’m mulling thoughts as to whether he is from the same agency that the employment office was thinking about when they were trying to easy me into this consort job, although they didn’t so far, it was just a bad dream. The boy-man is naked — another indication of professionalism — except for the Wagner-themed Bavarian leather shorts, which are held in place by leather suspenders. Godehart is still dressed, and nobody is fondling his rear. The Wagner theme on the leather shorts (let’s get this straight immediately), is espoused in ways that suggest a conspiracy. Wagner’s image is stitched onto the very front center of these black shorts, exactly where the crotch is located when said shorts are used. They are very tight (tighter, and more supple than the standard issue, I’m informed later), penis lines are in evidence, and the penis line of the nameless escort folds Wagner’s face into special shape. Imagine what an erection could do to the composer’s stern portraiture, how his Germanic nose could be bent in unspeakable ways. Well, I’m out of touch, perhaps that’s the way to make money these day, selling crotch-enhancing, nose-bending Bavarian Wagner shorts, erection or not, perhaps this stuff is hot merchandise at Bloomingdales, I don’t know. OK, there’s a redeeming feature to this. Wagner’s image is also on the suspenders, little one-inch Wagner icons in matching colors that run from the belt, along a washboard tummy, across an inviting pectoris (almost as seductive as Green Eyes’), continuing past the biceps, up to the shoulder, where they bend into the the invisible part of the spectrum on the other side of the escort’s body. The escort’s penis is at rest, so Wagner’s face on the crotch and Wagner’s icon on the suspenders match reasonably well.

    Godehart (call me “Gohard”) is vigorously greeting Charles, who explains about me and Ray. John, I’m almost his roommate, and Ray is in dire need of a shower, since he had a difficult day. Gohard — I think one really needs to be fifth generation to achieve this level of subtlety in nick-naming — Gohard is very pleased. A second escort is dispatched to help Ray out of his clothes an into the shower. We know he’s an escort because his apparel matches the dress of first one. Ray is taken off our hands, and we plunge into a pool of anticipated lust. More Bavarian rent boys are serving champagne on enormous silver trays, along with canapés, donuts, and large pieces of pineapple, which, on special order (we presume), have been cut into obscene shapes. It’s almost an open orgy, except that everybody is still dressed, let’s call it a proto-orgy.

    “It’s a conspiracy,” these Bavarian shorts, I say to Charles, “it’s impossible you would find them in any bona-fide shop anywhere in the world.” I’m not saying this because I’m convinced, but in order to tickle Charles. What is a person like Charles going to think, a person who has seen more of the world more recently? Has this become the new normal, crotch-enhancing composer shorts?

    “Perhaps he had them ordered especially for this event,” Charles suggests.

    “They don’t sell them at Bloomigdales?”

    “Never been to Bloomingdales.”

    “It would be impolite to ask Godehard, I guess.”

    “No, it wouldn’t,” Charles replies, “event-consciousness, event-management at the level of merchandise bespokeness…” He hesitates. He hasn’t lost his train of thought, he’s just searching for words. “It’s all about events these day,” he resets, “it will certainly raise your standing if people know that you have specially ordered Bavarian crotch shorts for your special event, it shows attitude, it makes you a special person.”

    Conveniently, Gohard swings by. We ask. “Oh, no,” Gohard answers, “I should have had them ordered specially, but there was no need to do so. They’re a standard item of our product range. They sell like, how do you say, like rolls, do you say that in English, they sell like hot cakes. In Japan, Brazil, Spain, the US, and Bavaria, of course, every penis-oriented country.”

    “To gays?” I ask.

    “Gay, straight, metrosexual, you name it, people think it’s fun to enhance their crotch in special ways. Anybody does it.”

    He falls silent briefly. “Come to think of it,” he resumes. “I’m glad I met you guys, you are very inspiring, this is a great business idea. Let’s move beyond Richard. I’ll extend the Bavarian line beyond Richard. Transcend the fukker, as we say in Germany. Tell me, which other celebrity would you expect crotch-wise? Don’t be shy.” All of a sudden he’s the passionate businessman, I start to understand his success.

    “Tiger Woods,” I say meekly, knowing already that’s not a good idea, but then I am out of touch.

    “Well,” Gohard replies, he’s polite.

    “Lady Gaga, Beyoncé, Michele Obama,” Charles adds.

    “Now I know why I haven’t done this before,” he says, “we have legal issues. We need the rights to these people, and they will be expensive.”

    “Michele Obama might be in the public domain,” a passing rent boy adds jokingly, he must have overheard our conversation. With a remark like this, he’s not your standard prostitute, he’s probably an unemployed French teacher from a defunct Southern college who has been eased into his new job by the proactive employment office. I will have to spend more time at the gym, methinks. My mood swings.

    “Let’s keep in touch,” Gohard says, “lets get together for a brain wave soon, I need you guys, Excuse me, I’ll have to work my network,” and he’s off with a blown kiss.

    Another rent boy passes, this one even more attractive than the others, the definition of definedness, if you will. “I have to go to the bathroom,” Charles says. I think he plays his usual trick for the benefit of the over-defined escort in hearing distance, but no, there’s nothing seductive in his movements, he hastens away in unsuggestive ways, and the escort, either out of sheer professionalism, or out of laziness, stays put.


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  • Working On The River

    I stood on the banks of the Louisiana River watching the burly men as they loaded their gear onto the barge we’d be working on for the next few days. I had just turned 18 and was learning to make my own money. I’m tall with sandy brown hair, brown eyes, a fresh, boyish face and a lean, athletic build. Some of the men on the boat smiled when they looked at me. I knew they wanted me and my 8 inch cock twitched at the thought of their big, fat cocks ramming my ass. I was so deep in my lustful thoughts that I jumped when I felt someone put a hand on my shoulder. It was Captain Montrose.

    “Cade! Glad you cou make it!” he said in his thick Creole accent. Captain Montrose was tall with shaggy brown hair, penetrating brown eyes. He was ruggedly good looking with a slight stubble and a lean, muscular build. The years of working out in the sun had given him a nice tan. I looked at the other guys. They were whispering to eachother and giggling. Captain Montrose smiled.

    “Dont you worry about dem ole bitches Cher!” he exclaimed “They about as dangerous as an aligator with no teeth!”

    I smiled and tried to picture an aligator with only gums trying to chomp your leg off and getting pissed off because he cant. We got onto the boat and shoved off. The day was very productive. We cast our nets into the river and came up with thousands of crawfish. My mouth watered at the thought about all the crawfish etuffe and gumbo. Another thing my mouth and body ached for was captain Montrose. Casting the nets and hauling them back in was hard work. Captain Montrose had removed his shirt. I could see his chest and abs. They glistened with sweat. He had a light dusting of hair on his chest. My cock stood at attention. I had to hide behind a stack of nets for the rest of the day.

    That night I couldn’t sleep so I decided to take a walk out in the night air. The full moon hung in the sky like a giant yellow nightlight. There was a light breeze that carried with it the scent of the river and the banks. I had made it halfway down the deck when I heard a noise. It sounded like someone moaning. I quietly crept closer to a pile of nets where the noise was comming form. I peered behind the nets and got the shock of my life.

    One of the men was lying on his back with his legs up in the air while another of the men had his cock buaried deep in his ass. My cock twitched at the sight of the guy on top thrusting and the guy being fucked moaning softly. Suddenly I jumped when I felt someone’s hand on my shoulder. I turned and looked into the brown eyes of Captain Montrose. He was smiling.

    “Come wid me” was all he said.

    I followed him into the wheelhouse. He closed the door behind him and locked it. “Sit.” I sat in a chair and he took the chair opposite me.

    “Cade, what you saw happens alot more dan you think” he explained. “When you get a bunch of horny men togedder on a boat like dis, things like dat is bound to happen.”

    I nodded. “Did seeing dat turn you on?” he asked. Again I nodded. He looked at me with what I could tell was lust. He put a hand on my thigh. I made no attempt to move it. I wanted this to happen.

    “Want me to help you with that?” he asked looking at the obvious buldge in my pants. I nodded. He stood me up and pulled my shirt over my head. He turned my head up, as he was a few feet taller than me. He leaned down and our lips met. His tongue parted my lips and exploard my mouth. I moaned softly. He kissed my neck, moving lower. I sighed when I felt his warm lips on my nipples, his tongue teasing each sensative bud.

    “MMMM!! Captain!!” I moaned. He smiled. “You like dat?” I nodded. He unbuckled my jeans and pullled them down past my boney hips. I was wearing a pair of blue breifs. He knelt down infront of me and began licking the fabric. I was moaning and panting, clearly loving everything the Captain was doing. He hooked two fingers into the elastic waistband of my breifs and slowly pulled them down. My 8 incher sprang out like a coil.

    “Damn cher!” Captain Montrose exclaimed. “You got one of de biggest cocks I’ve ever seen!” I laughed.

    “Thanks.” Captain Montrose took my rod in his hand and began jerking me off. My cock grew to it’s full length which is just under 10 inches. I sighed when I felt him lick the head of my cock.

    “MMMM!! Yeah, suck my cock!!” I moaned. Captain Montrose licked and sucked on my balls before taking my whole cock deep into his throat.

    “You taste good Cher!” he exclaimed between slurps. I closed my eyes and was breathing heavily. Suddenly Captain Montrose stopped. “Dont want you cummin too soon Cher!”

    He helped me up and told me to kneel on the chair with my ass twords him. When I did I heard him moan softly. “That smooth, firm ass of yours looks good enough to eat!!” he esclaimed.

    “Why dont you?” I said with a smirk. I wiggled my ass to show him what I wanted. Captain Montrose knelt down and licked my crack from my balls all the way to the top. He kissed both cheeks before I felt his rough, calloused hands spread my cheeks apart. I gasped when I felt him blow on my hole. He teasingly licked my hole with his long tongue which caused me to moan.

    “You like dat Cher?” he asked. I nodded. He dove in and went to town. I was panting and moaning.

    “Oh yeah! lick my ass!!” Captain Montrose flicked his tongue across my hole and I jumped and giggled every time he did. I felt him reach between my legs and begin jerking me off. The feeling of his hot tongue on in my ass and his big hand grasping my cock brought me close to orgasm.

    “I’m gonna cum!!” I warned him. I felt him thrust his long tongue deep into my ass and I felt my cock twitch in his hand as I came.

    “UHHHHH!!!” I moaned loudly as rope after rope of my sticky, cum hit the seat of the chair. He helped me up. “Damn baby!” he exlaimed massaging the buldge in his jeans. “You need to feel this!” he put my hand between his legs. I felt the hard, erect cock through the fabric of his pants.

    “Why dont you loose your clothes and I’ll take care of that?” I suggested. He smiled as he pulled his shirt over his head. His chest was covered with a patch of curly dark hair and his stomach was a six pack. I knelt infront of him and slowly unzipped his pants. I reached into his briefs and pulled out his cock. My jaw dropped. It was so big!! 10 inches at least and thick. I licked the head that was already leaking precum and felt Captain Montrose shudder.

    “MMM! Suck me boy!!” I opened my mouth and began sucking. I couldn’t get all of his 10 inches into my mouth. He didn’t try to force himself down my throat like I had read in gay erotica and seen on porno video’s. He put his hand on the back of my head and started fucking my face.

    “Oh yeah! That feels fucking fantastic!” he exclaimed. I looked up and saw that Captain Montrose had his eyes closed and his heard back. He was clearly enjoying what I was doing to him. I reached between my legs and began jerking my own rock hard prick. I sucked and licked his low hanging balls.

    “Oh fuck baby! You’re gonna make me cum!!” he moaned. I sucked on the head of his cock like it was a straw while I massaged his balls. Suddenly I felt them draw up in my hand.

    “Shit!! Gonna…..Cum!!” he moaned. I felt his cock twitch in my mouth. “UHHHHHH!!!” he grunted as he unloaded his hot, salty cum over my tastebuds and down my throat. I tried to keep up. Soon I had it all down.

    “Fuck Baby!!” he exclaimed as he leaned against his desk. His cockhead glistened with my spit and cum. He saw my raging hard on and dropped onto his knees. “Now it’s your turn!” He took my whole cock into his mouth and sucked like a vaccum.

    “Fuck Captain, you’r gonna make me bust a major nut!!” told him. I felt him insert a finger into my ass and began massaging my insides. I was breathing hard. I felt him thrust his finger hard against my prostate. I exploaded into his mouth.

    “FUUUCCCKKK!!!” I whimpered loudly as I blasted the back of his throat with my boycream. After my cock stopped twitching Captain Montrose stood and kissed me passionately. “That was great!!” I nodded. “Yeah it was!!”

    To Be Continued………


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