Author: admin

This is going to sound funny, but I’m a vampire. I’m one of the stronger vampires in my colony (next in line to be king). Every vampire must take a bride before becoming the vampire king seeing how I don’t like women in that sense this was going to be a problem. Oh by the way my name is Xavier I’m 6″2 with a well lean and muscled body, but don’t let my size and height full you I could kill in an instant.

The people in my colony didn’t like the fact that I was next in line for the throne they thought I wasn’t suited for the position since I was so small and also because I had no bride. They asked the current king to put me to a test to see if I was worthy. Me being indifferent to everything really didn’t care about becoming king, but the current king obviously didn’t care about that and accepeted the challenge for me. I sighed and said “Okay then what’s the challenge?” Raven (he hates my guts with a fiery passion) said “You must make a human yours regaurdless of gender, we’ll give you a year to complete this task.” Smiling to myself this is going to be easier than I thought. I accepted the challenge and set forth to completing it.

Although I said that it has been three months and I still haven’t found someone and I needed to feed soon or I was going to die. Sitting in the alley I let the rain drench me growing weaker by the second my vision was becoming blurry so I must’ve fainted during some point of time. I woke in a bed with new clothes and the smell of steak in the air. My senses were still off because I was still weak as I lay there wondering what happened to me I smell something beyond delicious … blood. Not just any blood the smell of this blood was potent to me it smelled deliciously sweet with a promise to make me feel drunk, it was intoxicating my senses making me pant and hot my dick was so hard I just had to touch it. I put my hand down my pants and started rubbing my cock god it felt good. I squeezed the head making me gush out precum I started to tease myself making myself come to the brink of cumming, but not letting myself cum, pulling on it and playing with my balls, but the thing that was teasing me most was that delicious smell. Stroking myself harder and faster I cummed all in my new clothes. Panting and sweating I laid there when I heared the sexiest voice in the universe.

“So your awake,” the voice said “I saw you passed out in the alley and picked you and brought you home, my name is Zeke.” Zeke was beautiful he looked like a greek god. He had tan golden skin with the lightest green eyes I’ve ever seen, muscles that looked like they were ready to pop out his shirt any moment, and dark brown hair that was just asking my fingers to run through it. I swallowed hard and was glad I was under the cover because I had another hard on. I noticed his scent he smelt of a summer morning and slightly sweet. I then realized where that delicious blood sent was coming from it was coming from him. I gave him a tight lip smile because my fangs were coming down and were damn sore. I told him thank you and he gave me a pretty white teeth smile making me blush. He said he cooked and thought I might be hungry I nodded my head yes and he gave me the steak that I was smelling earlier.

After I finished eatting he showed me the shower and said I could use it and that my clothes would be dry by the time I came out.

–Zeke–

Zeke was so horny he’d never seen anybody so beautiful as the man that was in his shower right now. He wanted to fuck him as soon as he saw him jacking off in his bed. He had watched as he teased himself watching how he brought himself close to cumming, but not letting himself cum. If he didn’t have that tray of food infront of his mid section his guest surely would have known his raging hard on itching to get out.

He went to the laundry room and took his vistor’s clothes out and placed them by his bathroom door. He knocked on the door and said “Your clothes are by the bathroom door.” He shouted back “Okay!” Zeke giggled to himself and started to clean his vistor plate when he remembered he doesn’t know his name. Knocking on the door again he asked “What’s your name?” “Oh it’s Xavier.” He said. As he said his name he thought it suited him well.

When he first saw Xavier in the the alley he thought he was a doll. He had long silver hair, pale white skin, pink lips that made him want to do all kinds of things to them, and he had the deepest blue eyes he had ever seen. He was far prettier than any girl he’d seen before. Trying to keep his thoughts on the sane level about his visitor he went to sit on the couch and watch tv thinking to himself this was going to be a long night.

–Xavier–

When he came out the bathroom he found Zeke laying on the couch sleep with the tv on. Walking over to him he bent down in front of him to get a better look on his profile. He was a very handsome man he had just shaven today, but you can see little hair on his tryin to fight its way back to the surface. He had the air of a very successful business man he could also tell he was kind of a lonely man. Before thinking about what I was doing I put my fingers on his face and started to trace it. Zeke sighed with content and I giggled to myself planning to get up and walk away I looked at his neck and my fangs were so sore and my throat got extremely dry. Before I could stop myself I was ontop of him licking his neck and nipping at it. Zeke was making little moaning sounds and started to grind into me this made the animal inside me go wilder so I bit his neck and started claiming his sweet juice.

–Zeke–

He was having a dream about Xavier when he felt a sharp pain that made his eyes fly open. He saw Xavier sucking on his neck and then saw the blood. He was so shocked he didn’t know what to do and then he felt the pleasure rushing through his body he felt so hot on the inside and out and it was giving him the biggest hard on he ever had. He started to moan and grind into Xavier pushing his head closer to his neck begging him to take more. The feeling of Xavier sucking on his neck was driving him crazy and making him want to cum so hard. That’s when he knew he had to make Xavier his and he had to become Xavier’s.

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It’s not much of a job but local goods delivery for a wholesaler in the rural areas of Northern Ireland gives me a little independence and freedom. Zooming around the Province in my little plain white van I get to know everyone and also the best places to stop and have a sandwich at lunch-time. In the Winter some of the lay-by areas are quite deserted and if I’m horny I can go for a little stroll into the woods for a quick wank al fresco! At the end of the day an 18 year old boy has hormones that always need attending to.

Life over the last few years, from my last period at school has been confusing to say the least. My last three girlfriends have come to nothing. They were good looking girls but just didn’t do it for me. It’s funny how they play hard to get until they realise you aren’t going to fuck them and then they become predators. When that doesn’t work, they call you “queer” or “frigid.” One thing’s for sure, I’m not frigid. I don’t think I’m gay either though some guys are kind of cute and I quite enjoy comparing sizes in the gym but that doesn’t make me gay, does it? Anyway out here being gay is not an option. Maybe a guy could get away with it in Belfast but in the small towns like the one I live in, it wouldn’t be something you would pursue.

I should really start to get on with my story before I turn you off completely.

Picture a misty, drizzly day in October and I was heading out from Londonderry on the Belfast road. It was around 12.45 and my stomach was gurgling in anticipation of the sandwiches, packet of crisps and can of Coke sitting on the front passenger seat. I knew a little turn off which took me one mile up into the hills and led to a quiet but usually deserted parking area where, in the Summer, hikers would set off into the forested area beyond. Usually it was empty at other times of the year allowing me a snack, read my newspaper and if it dried up just a little bit, I could take a little stroll into the woods and strip down to have a leisurely wank. As I turned of the little access road and into the parking area I saw a small car over in the corner facing away from me, the windows slightly misted in the Autumn coolness and mist. I left some space and reversed into an area across and well away from the car but I could see it from my windscreen and started to have lunch. I put the radio on, opened my sandwiches and coke and started to read the newspaper. I was aware that the car was moving slightly back and forth and thought that perhaps someone was having sex in the car. My hard cock certainly thought so.

I soon had my lunch-time snack finished and took to watching the car intently. I got out and pretended I had to get something from the back of the van, looking as carefully as I could to try to get some idea of what was actually happening in the car. Suddenly the rear car door opened and a guy of around 20 got out, his shirt out of his jeans and his belt undone. He, too pretended to be doing something in the front passenger seat of the car. A girl, similarly aged to him climbed out of the other side tucking her top into her jeans and fastening them. My assumption was that they had been doing some heavy petting at least and were now finished and getting ready to go. Both were very attractive, the boy about 6 feet tall, well built with a tattoo on his right arm. His dark blonde hair was cut short. The girl was about 5 feet 6 inches, natural blonde, medium length hair, casually cut and layered to just above her shoulders. She looked across at me and gave me a dazzling white smile. I half smiled back as any embarrassed guy who has just caught a couple shagging might do.

I climbed back in the seat and continued to watch. The couple lovingly embraced and he kissed her fully on the mouth leaning against the car. His hands slid up under her top and I assumed, he was caressing her nipples. My cock was brick hard. He kissed again. I assumed that they were turned on being watched and I wondered how far they might go here on a dull October day.

The guy took the girl’s hand and headed over to the wall surrounding the parking area. Part of it had crumbled allowing a stepping-stone style to be created. The two of them clambered across if and headed up the break in the fir trees as though it were a footpath.

“Oh well,” I thought, “They’re off for some privacy and who can blame them.”

A few yards up the path they turned and faced me, both smiling, and the guys again kissed her and noticeably lifted her top so I could see her bra and the fact that his hands were stroking her nipples. He then dropped his hands and felt her crotch openly. They walked on again before repeating this a few yards further in before turnng right and heading into the trees.

I opened the car door and decided that, if the wanted me to watch, who was I to deny them the pleasure. I locked the van and headed in the same direction, clambering over the style and heading up the path to the point I had last seen them.

It wasn’t the best of days, dull grey skies overhead with a slight threat of rain. It was cool though not too cold for the time of year. When I clambered over the wall, the ground underneath was peaty and quite spongy like a deep pile carpet. Some dew dampened my shoes as I headed in the direction they had gone, trying to look casual as though this was something I did every day. I turned off where they had, out of sight of the car park. I couldn’t see them so slowly continued up the cutting in the trees.

I heard a sound and over to my right saw the guy standing, his jeans and briefs at his ankles and the girl was kneeling in front sucking his impressively big cock. Her head was slightly turned towards me as she sucked, as if trying to give me a better look. I stood frozen and watched. Her head bobbed up and down on his shaft, her right hand gripping him firmly near the base and the head, foreskin pulled back, was exposed and very excited. She waved me over.

I walked towards them apprehensively, my knees shaking, and as I did so she stood up and when I got close she pulled me in and kissed me fully on the lips, her hands wandering over me to rest on my fully erect cock through my jeans. Her boyfriend stood back against the tree and looked gripping his massive cock in his hand and slowly watching. I got a very distinct feeling this was something he enjoyed doing and had done before, watching his girlfriend with another guy!

I have to confess to you that my sexual experience at that time was somewhat limited to fumbling with a couple of guys at school and one fuck and one near fuck after leaving with two seprate girls. There were no repeat performances so I had to assume it wasn’t memorable for either of them even if it did form the main part of my wanking from then!

I stood passively as she unzipped my jeans and let them drop, pulled off my sweat shirt, and finally dropped my briefs. My cock shot out and stood out and upward, brisk hard, the foreskin peeling slightly back and precum dripping from it. She engulfed it with her mouth, her hands gripping the base firmly to enhance the stiffness as she sucked. Boyfriend was watching and wanking fervently his eyes focused on her mouth as it sucked me. I had slightly stumbled and was now leaning back against a neighbouring tree for support. The girl then stood up and stripped completely. As she came forward again I clumsily tried to kiss her tits but she pinned me back against the tree and started to kiss me all over.

Her boyfriend, pants at his ankles, hobbled over and stood beside her and he also started to kiss my body from nipples downwards and I was surprised when he too, sucked my cock. As his girlfriend had me pinned against the tree I couldn’t do much anyway. Boyfriend was licking my balls from beneath, right up to the tip of my cock. When he eventually stood up, he fumbled in his pocket and brought out a condom which he rolled on to my cock. As soon as my cock was covered, his girfriend, still facing me, gripped it and dropped her wet cunt straight down on to me, riding her body against me. He stood behind her and pushed his dick between her legs and as I fucked I could feel the hard flesh of his cock rubbing against mine as I entered her.

I was never going to last and told them so. This made here ride me even harder and as I announced my impending orgasm I felt a warm gush of fluid cover my cock and realised her boyfriend had cum between her legs from the rear and had coated my condom covered cock and I was now ramming his cum into her as I fucked. My orgasm brought me to my knees, or would have if I hadn’t been pinned to the tree. My cumming was almost painful as I felt the force of the semen jetting up the length of my cock in an upward journey to escape only to be trapped in a latex bubble inside her.

When I withdrew, she took the condon off my cock and emptied it in her hands, rubbing it between her soggy cunt lips and she fingered herself while her boyfriend worked from her rear. I stood watching and slightly embarrased as she came rather noisily with her cum-lubricant as an aid.

“That was nice,” she said.

That was an understatement if ever I heard one.

“Wow,” said I, like a schoolboy who had just lost his virginity.

We dressed in silence and started to walk back to the cars. I was thankful that no one else was in the car park as we would have looked odd.

As I said a quiet farewell, the boyfriend slipped a card with a name and number printed on it and said, “If ever you want to take things further, phone us. We have friends that would blow the mind of a pretty young lad like you!”

I mumbled an “OK” before stumbling back into the van, already late for my next delivery.

As I drove I realise the whole event had taken no more than thirty minutes but had triggered a thirst for horny sex in me and I realised the card in my hand might be the key to more. I also pondered whether there were more places like this on my travels around the province.

Part 2:

I wish I could say that the next day, or even next week something similar happened. It didn’t. Winter was drawing in and despite picking more and more deserted car parks for lunch nothing remotely like it happened. I was scared to call them but knew if I didn’t find something else I would have to.

One Tuesday it had been raining and a damp mist had settled around. I was in the Craigavon area which is quite populated. There was a large country park, with lakes and lots of well manicured car parks offering little or no cover for dirty deeds. Even the toilets were closed. I parked and munched my sandwiches. Another car came into the car park and parked diagonally opposite me. The driver was male and about 40ish. I couldn’t see the passenger due to the angle of the windscreen and the way the light hit it. After 10 or so minutes the driver climbed out and went to the boot of the car opening it and took out a waterproof jacket taking off a suit jacket and to put it on instead. He was about 6 feet tall, dark hair with grey sides and was slim and quite athletic. I had never looked at men as particularly attractive but I assumed he was good looking. He walked round and opened the passenger door and another person climbed out. This was a young man. He was much smaller and thinner still. The boy looked like the man in many ways and I assumed it might be his son. Once I saw the boy’s body language I realised that he was probably the same age as me though he looked much younger. They walked off on one of the footpaths which were skirted on either side with a thin line of bushes which followed the route the path took.

It looked quite normal but I was horny and I just wondered why a father and son would go for a walk on a dull, misty day. I wasn’t really up for sex in the sense that I had hoped it was another couple but by now I was bored and curious so climbed out of the car. This time they were not looking around so obviously this was not a “come on.” As such I stayed well behind, losing them as the path curved up and away from the car park.

After 10 minutes I was getting bored and decided to return to the car when I realised I had lost them. I walked on for another 5 minutes and couldn’t see anything. Having had enough I turned around and headed back to the car. I then realised that, though there was only a single row of bushes by the path, at one of the corners there was a junction leading up to another car park but just beside it there was a much thicker group of bushes together, slightly overgrown. I quietly skirted off the path and on to the grass, going in behind them and noticed that the way they had been planted they were layered so that four bushes in straight lines, had a little break between them, blocked from the paths and just far enough back to be out of sight. I caught movement and quietly went behind a bush to watch.

The boy was standing with his jeans at his knees a 5 inch cock standing straight out. The man was kneeling in front sucking his cock. The man’s suit trousers were down and he was slowly wanking his own cock as he did so. I may not be gay but my cock shot upwards uncomfortably in the restricted area of my jeans. This couple probably did not want to be disturbed but I couldn’t stay where I was as I was still visible from the path. I edged closer. The lad saw me, and initially did a double-take. Seeing I was interested, he smiled.

“Uncle Rick,” he said, “We have company!”

Uncle Rick looked over and took his mouth off the cock. He initially looked concerned but seeing my hand gripping my jeans front, he smiled and waved me across. I went closer and he asked me to drop my jeans for him. I did, standing alongside the young guy who very quickly put his arms around me and French kissed me. His tongue darted into my mouth and after the initial shock, the warm mouth on my cock soon relaxed me. Uncle Rick was alternating from cock to cock and I found his method very exciting. Once our cocks were wet he started to rub them together and this almost brought me to a head immediately.

He stood up and, pointing at his own chest said, “Rick,” the to the lad, “Jason, my nephew.”

I pointed at my chest, “Neil.”

“Jason here was going to fuck me, would you like to do it too,” said Uncle Rick.

My cock had already made up my mind. I would rather have fucked little Jason but beggars can’t be choosers. The guy dropped his smart trousers and pulled down his shorts. He handed both of us a condom and spread some liquid on his arse from a sachet. Jason went first as I stroked my cock. His stiff cock slid in with little trouble and he held the older guy’s hips and started to fuck him quite forcibly. Rick was bent over and he beckoned me to his front so he could take my cock in his mouth. I was pleased that my 7 inches was both thicker and longer than either of them. As Jason fucked, Rick’s mouth pushed on to my cock and the warm saliva quickly brought me close to orgasm. I stopped him.

“Let him do it Jason,” said Rick.

I replaced Jason and pulled the condom on sticking my cock straight into Rick. The change of pace and cock size gave him quite a fright as in my inexperience I assumed I could just stick it straight in.

“Bloody Hell, that’s some brute,” he said.

I quickly started to fuck him and really enjoyed the tight feeling his arse gave as it covered my entire cock. Jason stroked his cock with his right hand, his left feeling between us and cupping my balls as I fucked his Uncle.

“I’m going to cum pretty quickly,” I said.

“Jason loves cum,” Rick said.

I looked at Jason and he was a bit embarrased but nodded in agreement.

“Where?” I asked.

“Mouth,” said Jason.

I pulled out my cock and stripped off the condom as Jason dropped to his knees. Rick came alongside and match my strokes as I headed for orgasm. Jason wanked his own cock, his mouth open expectantly.

“Take care,” I said, “I have a habit of going in all directions and there’s going to be a lot.”

“Good,” said Jason, opening his mouth even more.

The rise in my balls was quick and my cum bubbled swiftly to my cock head. A little squirt shot out and Jason quickly caught most of it. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him closer as the main course followed. Streams of white cum shot straight to the back of his throat and after a slight gag as the first shot went straight down he quickly recovered and still keeping his mouth open I could see my semen in his mouth just before it disappeared into his stomach. I had never experienced anything like it.

When I was spent Rick said, “Here’s mine,” and aimed his cock into Jason’s mouth. His genorous load spurted just where mine had been a few seconds before and Jason again hungrily swallowed.

He wanked himself at the same time and his own load spurted all over the ground.

I was suddenly very self conscious. Here I was, a straight guy, in bushes, in a public park with two related guys, having sex. I quickly pulled up jeans and buttoned my shirt and started to back off, thanking the guys in an embarrased fashion as I made my excuse to go.

I headed back to the van and saw the guys following shortly behind me. As I started to reverse out, Jason ran across and knocked on my side window. I wound down.

“If you like guys your own age, call me,” he said and pushed piece of paper in my hand with a scribbled number on it.

I smiled and drove off.

The situation back at Craigavon had confused me. Here was a straight guy who had just done a gay thing just because he was over horny. Then I thought back to the other incident and realised I had enjoyed the other cock in my threesome. Was I gay?

Part 3

I steered clear of all temptation for some time, sticking to my journey and having lunch in cafes of busy lay-bys. Christmas came along with all the distuption that causes to anything but the routine of family life. With a younger brother and sister at home all of us were caught up the the shopping and preparation for the greater family group to come over during the Christmas period.

In early February, on a cold, dry day with no sexual thoughts in my head whotsoever I had parked in a town centre car park in Ballymena and was desperate for a piss. I popped into a little toilet I saw on the corner and was happily relieviing myself when a guy of about 23 came in dressed in overalls with a spot or two of paint on them and stood two up from me.

“Fucking freezing ain’t it,” he said.

“Too true,” said I.

“Been painting the house and ran out of paint,” He said. “Came downtown for some more.”

“Right,” said I not sure what to say otherwise.

“A week’s holiday and my domineering wife says I have to paint. She always gets what she wants,” he said.

I was washing my hands by this time.

“I know this sounds daft,” He said, “But do you have a few minutes. I picked the shade and now I’m not sure of it’s right. There’s no point in buying more if it isn’t going to work. Could you come over and have a look. I only live over there.

He pointed at a blank wall but in the general direction of some houses at the other side of the car park.

It seemed an odd request but he was pleading that she would kill him if it was wrong. I gave in and followed his across the car park, over a short wall, across a street and into a small terraced house. It did smell of paint so he wasn’t telling lies. I followed him in and he showed me the lounge he had been painting. The shade was odd to say the least. A kind of ornagey/peach milk shake colour.

“Naff isn’t it?” he said.

“Wouldn’t be my choice,” I said.

“A young guy like you is bound to have better taste than me,” He said. “Fancy a tea?”

“OK,” I replied.

“Let me just take these overalls off,” He said, starting to unzip.

I was shocked to find that all he had on was a pair of boxer shorts and a t-shirt. I could clearly see the shape of his cock sticking out on the shorts.

“I hate these bloody things,” He said pointing to his shorts, ” But she says they help my fertility by letting things go free. Trouble is my dick dangles all the time. Are you a boxers or briefs guy?”

“Em, I actually like hipsters,” I said quietly.

“What are they when they’re at home?” he asked.

“Well sort of tight shorts I suppose.”

“I wonder if I could persuade her to change her views,” he said. “Could I see what they look like?”

The last comment came out of the blue. This guy was four years older, married and possibly hen-pecked and now he was asking me to take my pants off for him. My cock seemed to know something I didn’t as I felt some blood rush to it.

Could this be a seduction?

“OK,” I said and quickly stood up, undid my belt, unzipped my fly and pulled my jeans to me knees.

“Wow they look great. They show thing off well too. I have to say you look better equipped that me mind you. If the wife saw that I could easily persuade her to buy me those.”

He reached across and gripped the leg elastic, pulling it out slightly and said, “Snug fit too!”

His fingers slid in and brushed my balls. My cock shot to fulll erection in under 30 seconds.

“Sensitive little bugger isn’t he,” he said nodding at my erection.

I blushed but he pulled his shorts down to reveal a semi erect uncut cock about six inches long.

“Looks bigger than mine though. Is it?”

Before I could move he reached across and pulled mine down too. With some difficulty my cock, just over seven inches long, sprung into view. He gripped it firmly.

“She would just love that,” he said as he started to stroke it. “If she had it in her hand she would want to suck it. Yeh, that’s what she’d do. She would kneel just like this and put her mouth over it.”

He did as he said and took my whole cock in his mouth. There were happy grunting sound as he sucked my cock taking its full length in his mouth and slurping as he went. He stroked his own dick as he knelt between my legs sucking me.

I looked at this guy. He was tall (about 5 feet 11 inches), slim with very dark brown soft hair. His chest was quite hairy but it was contained on his chest and pubic area. His legs seemed quite lightly hairy. His eyes were blue, piercingly, and shadow of a beard, obviously trimmed to look neatly unshaven. His balls were quite hairy but smaller that mine, as was his cock.

He kept looking up at me as he sucked my cock hungrily occassionally pulling his mouth off to again comment on how much his wife would love this. He stood up and led me to their bedroom. It was very much a marital bedroom, quite pink with pictures of the two of them on their wedding day set up on the dressing table. He ignored them and pushed me on the bed stripping me naked. He followed suit and lay beside me licking my balls and up my body to my nipples. No one had really done that as much as he did and it certainly kept my cock erect. I did virtually nothing until he climbed up and straddled my chest to put his cock in my mouth. It was leaking precum but I took it in my mouth and sucked.

“Wow that’s it. You’re better than Kate I tell you. I bet you fuck better that me too.”

It was an odd conversation when he kept degrading his own prowess.

“She would so love a proper man’s cock in her. I bet that thing hurts when you fuck?”

Without another word he stood up, opened a drawer and took out a condom, stretching it on my cock. He grabbed a tube of clear liquid and spread it on his arse and I realised he wanted fucked. I hadn’t seen this coming.

He straddled me again and slowly sunk his arse on to my erect cock as I lay on the bed. It was obviously hurting but he wasn’t for giving up as his body was pushed down on to my cock. He didnt stop until I was fully inserted and then he started to ride me.

“Jeesus Kate’s missing something great. She would so love this cock. She’ll be so jealous of a cock as big as this going in me instead of her.”

As he rode me he reached over and took a picture of her from the bedside table and talked to it telling it what was Kate was missing. The riding was now frantic. He was pushing down heavily on me, fully withdrawing and plunging fully back in again.

“I’m going to cum,” I warned.

“Yeah make me pregnant,” he said, “Shoot your hot cum inside me.”

I obliged! My load pumped into the condom and a surprise hit me straight in the face when he came a gushing load without touching his cock. It was facing me, straight upwards and as I shot in him his own semed spurted into the air in an arc. Apart from just gripping to finish it off, he didn’t touch it.

When was over I felt sure I was going to be invited back to fuck Kate. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to as she looked quite plump in the pictures but, he dressed, thanked me and showed me the door without mentioning her again!

I suppose that was the day I realised that it takes all sorts to make a world especially when a guy is randy. I realised that he had a fantasy about his wife having another man. It was obviously something she didn’t want to do and he was using it as an excuse for having gay sex. Weird but I enjoyed it and put it all down to experience.

Part 4

As had happened before there was a long gap as we headed into Spring before any sexual opportunities came up again. I knew there were gay bars in Belfast but I didn’t really want to go there. For some reason even with all I was doing, I didn’t particularly want to meet gay guys in a gay bar. I liked this ‘twilight’ zone of gay sex I found myself in.

It was mid-March when I found an odd text on my phone:

“How about trying something new. Would love to meet again. Call me – Jason.”

I assumed it was the Jason I had met with his Uncle. I had texted him a few days after the event saying I had enjoyed our meeting but he had never answered. He was the only Jason I knew so I texted back asking what he had in mind. I had been 4 weeks without anything but a wank and if he had suggested shagging his pet cat I might have agreed!

He called me straight back.

“Are you gay or bi,” He asked.

This was a question I wasn’t sure I knew the answer to myself but something told me to say “bi.”

“Fancy some fun and making £50.00 at the same time?” He asked.

“You’ve lost me,” I replied.

“I’ve got this guy and his wife on a string,” He said. “He loves seing her being fucked and she likes seing him being fucked. He’s about 40 and she’s 30 or so and really quite hot. She picked me up in a supermarket and I’ve done it twice with them but they seemed to be getting a bit bored so to get another wad of cash I said a knew another cute guy who would make up a foursome as long as they doubled the fee and gave us both £50.00. What do you think?”

My mind was racing. I had once met an 18 year old guy with his Uncle in a park when I thought I was straight. I had fucked both of them and then, just as I was coming to terms with the fact that I was probably gay, he guy phones and asks if I want to fuck and older guy and his wife. I couldn’t have thought it up in my wildest fantasies.

Jason twigged my hesitancy. “£50.00 mate, for an hour’s fun.”

I said I would, even though I wasn’t sure. He called me two days later to say it was set for Saurday evening. As I was driving, I couldn’t even drink for Dutch courage but when I picked up Jason on the outskirts of Belfast he had already had a few drinks and was being quite fruity with me considering that other than fucking him up the arse, I hardly knew him!

“We go to their house out towards Bangor and have a shower as they insist of cleanliness and then a drink or two, then he strips himself and sits watching while we shag his wife. Depending on how drunk they get, one or both of us, shag him too. Then they pay us and we go. I assume they shag again when we’ve left as it really gets them going. He takes the odd picture too but I insist on no faces. Take one of these.”

He handed me a blue pill.

“For your stiffy,” he said.

The house was an elegant detached villa and the Jaguar in the driveway suggested money. Jason was dressed “boyish” with a pair of washed out jeans, the band of his Armani underwear just visible above when his shirt rode up. He had some trainers and a baseball cap. I was just me really. Jeans, t-shirt, boots and a smile.

The husband surprised me as he was really quite smart and elegant when he opened the door. He was athletic with a fine body and slim waist for his 6 feet tall height.

“Hi you must be Neil,” He said offering his hand. “I’m Graeme.”

I shook and followed the track suit bottomed host into a stunning lounge area. It was open plan with cream carpets and walls and an enormous plasma television on the wall. Sitting on the couch was an smart, blonde lady who looked as though she was in her twenties but I figured must me a little older. Her dress sense and body made her look like a model.

“Hi Neil, I’m Emily,” she said lifting her hand as though to request its back be kissed.

I shook it.

“Now you guys run along and shower,” said Graeme. “Make sure everything is clean as you never know where we might end up tonight.

I went with Jason to a stunning wet room and we both stripped off and stood under the shower.

“Use the shower nozzle to clean up your back end,” he said.

“Why?” I asked.

“Cos you never know where a finger might end up,” he said.

By the time we were finished my skin was squeaking and we wrapped towels around our waists and went out to the lounge. Emily was in a white towelling robe and Graeme in well fitted grey track suit bottoms and a t-shirt which hugged his athletic frame, his nipples sticking out. He didn’t seem the passive type at all. I could imagine him at the head of a company or hiring and firing people not paying teenagers to fuck his wife.

Jason and I had a beer while they sipped chilled white wine and we made small talk.

“My but you’re a good looking lad,” said Emily to me. “I hear you don’t have a girlfriend?”

“No,” I said.

“And you’re pretty new to sex in general.”

I blushed so an answer wasn’t required.

I felt a warm rush in my head and assumed the Viagra was kicking in. My cock seemed to be filling slightly for absolutely no reason.

“You two come and sit beside me,” said Emily patting the stunning cream leather sofa. “You were right Jason, young Neil here is exactly our sort.”

I wondered for a moment if I had been slightly set up and rather than us all having sex together, I was the main attraction!

We walked across and I noticed her husband slump low in his chair adjusting his crotch. Jason sat beside me with Emily to my right. She patted my leg and started to squeeze me above the knee. Jason was doing the same on the other side. I remember wondering why he wasn’t at Emily’s side but his hand had reached my cock which was not at full mast. He pulled the towel aside and dropped to envelop my cock with his mouth. I felt a little awkward being sucked by a guy while a woman cupped my balls.

Emily started to kiss me. Her tongue went deep in my mouth. By now Jason was kneeling between my legs. I caught the sight of a flash and realised Graeme was taking pictures of the scene. I cautiously put my hand between Emily’s legs and headed up to her panties and then by pulling the elastic aside, reached her pussy. It was hot and damp and my finger slid easily inside her. Jason’s other hand joined me and we both fingered her. She was moaning as we did so.

She stood up and stripped naked. She was a well built woman with firm, large breasts. Her nipples were larger and brown, sticking out with excitement. I was stripped by Jason and placed back on the couch and both he and Emily took it in turns to suck my cock, their tongues licking each other and disappearing from time to time into each other’s mouths.. My legs were lifted long ways on the couch and Jason started to lift them in the air, his tongue tracing down between my legs, licking my balls and then tracing down to lick my arse hole. The sensation was electric. Jason had his tongue in my bum and Emily cupped my balls and sucked my cock.

“Oh stop just now, please!” I shrieked as an orgasm rushed to escape.

They did, just in time.

I was pulled to my feet and Emily stood and kissed me. Graeme came across, his sizeable uncut cock sticking straight out. He stood behind her and coaxed his cock into her cunt. I knelt down and started to lick her as he fucked her. It was the most amazing sensation, my tongue rubbing against a man’s cock as it fucked into a woman. Her juices coated his cock and mixed with my saliva getting wetter with each stroke. I was a little unsure about oral sex with a woman but knew the little nub I could see being pushed in and out, had something to do with her pleasure so I started to lick on it, avoiding my face being bashed by a hard cock. My tongue was aching but the sounds from Emily suggested that Graeme and I were doing something to her. Jason was kissing her and she suddenly started whimpering like a wounded animal. The sound intensified until she was screaming. Her nails dug into my shoulder and the fluid coming from her seemed to intensify.

“Jeezus Neil,” she said. “You may be new to this but you’re learning fast. Come and fuck me!”

We went through to the bedroom and she lay on the bed.

“I’m clean and on the pill so please just fuck me!”

I climbed on to her and guided my stiff cock into her. It slid in easily. Seven inches of hard teen meat slid straight inside her. Her husband had been slightly bigger so she took me easily. I was soon hammering into her like a randy amateur, which I suppose I was. I gripped her breasts and tried to suck them though my energetic fucking made that slightly difficult. I looked over to see where the other two guys were in time to see Graeme entering Jason’s arse. I hadn’t expected that.

They were beside us on the bed. It was an odd sight, a teen virgin fucking a wife while her husband fucks another teen. I had this craving to fuck Jason too and wondered if I would get the chance.

Graeme was fucking Jason quite violently, doggy fashion.

Emily saw me watching and asked if I would like to fuck Graeme. I nodded.

I withdrew and went over to Graeme as she slopped some gel on his hole. As I entered him, she started filming. Jason was on his knees, Graeme was up him and I was up Graeme.

“You fuck me and I’ll push into Jason,” said Graeme.

I did.

Ten minutes was all I could take and I had to withdraw. The tight hole was amazing but I kept heading for climax.

“I want fucked by you all,” said Emily.

Graeme slid straight across the bed and pulled Emily on to it, mounting her from the rear. I grabbed the camera from her and kept filming, zooming in on her cunt as Graeme slid in and out.

“I’m going to cum,” he said. “Film up close.”

I zoomed up as he started to cum. I could see the veins on his cock standing out and then, as he was cumming, he withdrew slightly so the first jet was visible, firing on to her cunt lips. He then thrust into her and started to pump his cum. I could see the muscles on his cock move in time with the thrusts. When he pulled out, his cock was coated in semen and I could see it inside her vaginal canal.

“Film me,” said Jason.

He jumped over and took exactly the same position. His six inch cock slid into the wide, well lubricated canal and I wondered if she would even feel him. Jason started to hump like a bitch on heat. Quick sharp thrusts into Emily. His balls slapped against her and I could see his cock slide in and out.

“Oh my God,” he said.

I zoomed back in again. He tried to pull back to let me see his first jet but ended up just thrusting fully into her, pumping his hard little cock in and out.

“Now you Neil,” she said. “You’re going to make me cum too.”

Graeme took the video camera from me and Jason took the compact as I took up the same position and slowly pushed my cock into her.

Once I realised my cock was awash with the semen of two horny men, my dick went as stiff as I can ever remember and I started to fuck. I tried really hard to angle to her clitoris but it was so open, wide, wet and soft, it was difficult to get purchase on her. Something worked as I heard the familiar growling sounds from her. My cock was hammering her cunt and I remembered thinking she was going to be aching in the morning. My balls slapped against her and she started to cum.

“Keep going you bastard,” she shouted. “Don’t stop just fuck hard and shoot your horny teenage cum into me.”

The sounds of recycled cum frothing around her as my cock hammered into her, the smell of semen and her shouting obscentities brought me to a head and I pumped cum into her with such force it almost hurt as it shot the length of my cock.

Sweat was pouring off me as I slumped off her. Graeme filmed right up to her gaping hole and then put his tongue inside to lick the cum off her.

“That was awesome,” said Emily. “Well worth the money, wasn’t it Graeme?”

He nodded.

Jason and I left, horny and elated. I wondered if he would ever let me fuck him as I had a craving to do so.

“Do you know anyone who would like two horny teens fucking them,” said Jason.

I thought of a damp October day near Londonderry and a young couple and said, “I just might.”

Part 5

With some egging on from Jason who seemed to text me every thirty minutes, I sent a message to the couple I met way back the previous late Autumn. Nothing came back immediately. Then two days later, a text said “Who are you?”

“I met you and your girlfriend briefly last October in a car park,” I texted.

The phone rang.

“Hi, I’m Sam.”

I didn’t quite know what to say next but Sam explained it had been a one off. It was just a day when they were both very horny. He had a thing about seeing his girlfriend fucked and she had never really wanted it but that day and at that time, she had been horny and said she would and we did!

“It’s the most excited I have ever been,” he said. “We have spoken about it but she is scared to actually plan something like it again. She says it happened because it was spontaneous.”

“I have a young friend who is as horny as I am,” I told him. “He would play along with your interest and he, like me, is bisexual.”

I had said the word “bisexual” now so that was it – that’s what I was.

“What does that mean?” he said.

Swallowing hard, I said, “You could have some too, as I get the feeling you would want to.”

I wasn’t sure if his girlfriend knew he had sucked me but I enjoyed it as he was a good looking guy.

“Leave it with me,” he said.

I told Jason and we waited.

The phone rang three days later.

“We’re going to go up to that car park on Thursday afternoon. I haven’t told her anything but we can’t get a decent shag at her house or mine due to parents so I’m hoping if you get there about two o’clock and we’re going thirty minutes earlier I should have her warmed up and we’ll see if she does it again.”

I took the day off and picked up Jason in the morning. He was horny as fuck and as we were early we stopped in another quite lay-by to pass time, he suddenly reached across and kissed me.

“When this is done, I want to meet you alone and let you fuck me.”

“I won’t say no to that,” I said.

We had a snack and headed up to the car park. It was a perfect day in that it was again late in the year, there was a mist hanging about and few cars on anything but the main roads. I drove into the car park just after 2.00pm and was relieved to see only their car up at the same corner, the windows steamed up. I reversed in so I faced them at a slight angle. I didn’t want her to realise there were two people in the van just yet. After about ten minutes I saw a hand wipe the condensation off the screen so someone was looking over. I wondered if she would recognise the van.

I climbed out as I had done only ten months before and rummaged in the back then climbed back in. I saw Sam climb out and do the same. He then left the door open and was talking to the girl, I assumed to persuade her. She climbed out and looked across hesitatingly as he kissed her against the car.

“Fucking ace,” said Jason, his cock in his hand slowly wanking himself.

Our half Viagra earlier was certainly having an effect as I was stiff as hell too. He squeezed my cock,

“He’s good looking isn’t he,” said Jason. “Hope I get to taste his cum.”

With a nervous look over her shoulder they, once again headed over the wall and repeated the exact procedure from last time. He felt her tits, she squeezed his cock and then they headed up the break in the trees. I climbed out of the van alone and watched as they turned right and disappeared from view.

“Right Jason, we’re on, let’s go!”

We followed together. I assumed she thought I was alone so I had no idea how she would respond to two of us. When we turned right I couldn’t see anything. I hoped he had started to strip her because the more naked she was the less likely she was to refuse. It was quiet. The mist and damp, spongy peat deadened any sound.

I almost missed them as we walked past. He had his back to me with her pinned against a tree. His jeans were down and I could see her panties at her ankles. Jason and I moved forward but stayed back a little, and we both took our stiff cocks out wanking as we watched. He moved back a little and she saw us. Her eyes shot open and I saw her tell him there were two guys but he just clamped his mouth over hers and kissed her. His and beckoned us from behind his back.

We both walked across and I stood to one side, leaning in to kiss her cheek. I saw Jason’s hand cup Sam’s bum.

Sam stood back and I took his place, kissing her and fondling her breasts, she smiled slightly and I felt her cold hand on my red hot cock. She was hooked. The boyfriend stood further back and Jason moved to her other side and started to finger her while he kissed her other cheek. Her other hand found his cock and I felt a change in her breathing as she started to get randy. Sam was wanking like mad.

I knelt on the ground and started to lick her. She leaned back to allow better access. Jason, in typical fashion boldly walked over to the boyfriend and knelt in front of him. He automatically tried to cover his cock with is hand but Jason was having none of it and pulled it away to engulf the guy’s hard cock with his mouth. The girlfriend looked shocked but my tongue was where I had learned it should be and her eyes quickly closed as I drank from her open slit.

I stood up and started to kiss her as my fingers exploring her. I looked over and found Jason actually trying to kiss the boyfriend but with little success. I think he was pushing a bit too far. He came across to me. We both stripped the girl naked and I pulled my jeans down and my top came off. Jason followed and then we both started on her in earnest. I saw a fallen log and we laid her on it, Jason licking her cunt while I alternated from lips to breasts. Sam came close and wanked while watching. I gripped his cock and started to wank him while I licked her out. He came closer so I quickly took his cock in my mouth. A gasp of pleasure came from his mouth.

Jason was getting ready to mount. The guy quickly handed him a condom and he pulled it on and entered the girl. His fucking, as ever was fervent. I took Sam over behind Jason and guided his hand to Jason’s arse. I held it in place and made him feel him. I fingered Jason and took his finger until he started doing the same. Once he was happily in place I moved around and stuck my cock in the girl’s mouth. She sucked greedily and started moaning. I was getting used the the slow moaning build up and knew she was going to climax.

Jason was getting close. I pulled him off and took his place. She moaned as my bigger cock slid in and I started my steadier fuck. This time I took it easy. To my side I saw the boyfriend sucking Jason, I assume enjoying the taste of his girlfriend from Jason’s cock.

I fucked her for fully ten minutes unil her boyfriend said he wanted to have her. I pulled off and he entered her like a randy animal, fucking like a mad thing. He knew what to do as the poor girl was quickly back to orgasm and started to whimper. Jason and I stood to the side and wanked. I was cumming and decided to give them both a coating.

I aimed at both their faces and fired. My cum shot over her face, hit his chin and dolloped over her tits. Jason ran round, cock in hand, and did exactly the same. The poor guy was awash with cum. She screamed in orgasm and as she calmed down, he pulled out ripped off his condom and deposited his own load all over her body

She was a mess. Two teenage lads and one twenty year old had deposited maximum sperm loads over her. The boyfriend pulled off his t-shirt and gave her it to wipe. Thankfully he still had a shirt.

We went quiet again and started to dress, letting them walk out first in case there was another car in the car park. There wasn’t.

They had gone by the time Jason and I reached the car park. It was a pity as I really fancied the guy.

Two days later I received a call from him. “Do you guys do that sort of thing much?”

“When I said we were begining to, he then said, “Fancy another member?”

Life was getting interesting.

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I don’t even know what happened.One second he was kissing me and the next he freaked out as if he’d seen a ghost. Justin just launched himself out of my room and bolted, before I could get downstairs, he was gone.

Definitely the weirdest night ever. I was running my hand on my neck and I felt it, the bite. “Damn”,I said out loud, it wasn’t just a nibble. It was a damn bite. I walked over to the kitchen sink and rubbed some water on my neck, it stung. Just when I thought the night couldn’t get any weirder, I heard a crash at the front door. I thought it must be Justin, back to explain. But as I walked into the living room, my body froze, limp. I couldn’t move. I did not know who this man was, he had a gun.

I prayed with all my strength that may this be a joke, but in vain. The man raised his gun and all I could say was, “please don’t”. He just laughed, and pulled the trigger. I felt a surge of pain, as I looked down at the hole in my chest. My knees buckled and I fell on my face, I tried to move but it was like the only thing I could control were my eyes. I saw the man step back out and wave at someone, then two more men came in with backpacks and started shoving anything of value into them.

This is why my life was going to be over, because of a fucking robbery. The thugs left once they were done, leaving me there, in my own blood. As the last breaths of air escaped my lungs someone else came in. I thought it was the robbers come back to finish the job, but it was Justin. Pain and shock were obvious on his face but he was thinking, torn between some kind of decision he was making in his mind. Then his face hardened and he bit his own hand. As the blood began to drip down his hand the held it over my mouth, opened my mouth and let the drops fall in.

Everything went dark. I thought I was dead, all I could see was black, darkness. I opened my eyes and there he was, Justin Johnson sitting at my side. He looked like hell. What the hell happened.

“You’re awake” he said, sounding almost surprised. And then it all hit me. I was friggin’ shot. I looked down at my chest and then I was sure that I had to be dead. There was no bullet wound. ” So this is heaven?” I asked, although spending the rest of eternity in this place with Justin, I wouldn’t mind. The decor was fancy, beautiful even. The bed felt like feathers. But wait, there was a TV? “You think you’re in heaven?” Justin said, his expression didn’t lighten for a minute. ” Well yeah, how else do you explain all this?” I asked. Now really not knowing what was happening.

“Jamie, none of what I’m about to say is a joke” he began,” I’m not human. I was, but not anymore.You died Jamie. But I brought you back. I shouldn’t have left you. Shit!”. ” You’re a vampire aren’t you”, I said, knowing instantly what he was saying, I’d read the books, I’d seen the movies all the signs fit Justin.”Yes, Jamie”, he said and got off the bed, the next second he was over by one of the windows in what I assumed was his room. I’d never been to his house, now I know why. Justin was just peering out of one of the windows.

I got up to walk to him, my head was still spinning. but as I came up from behind him, my skin suddenly started to sizzle and burn. I cried out in the pain and Justin turned around and shoved me out of the way, out of the sunlight.

My skin was still red, but it was already healing. “So its all true”, I said, rubbing my hands which were still a little hot. “Depends on what you’ve read”, Justin said. ” How can you go out in the sun? I’ve been out with you in the daylight hundreds of times”, I asked. ” My friend, she’s kinda a witch. She cast a spell on a ring and as long as I wear it, the sun can’t hurt me”.

Suddenly, I couldn’t stop myself. I drove myself into Justin, kissing him as hard as I could. My body was grinding into him and I could feel his cock rub against me. We were on the floor kissing, groping. He pulled off my shirt and flung us both onto the bed,in the a third of second. He placed his hands on my butt and grabbed on firmly and just slapped it. I screamed out in, what used to be pain, now it was only pleasure. I thought of taking off his shirt and before I knew what my hands were doing, I tore his shirt off his body. His body was even more beautiful now that I could see it like no human ever could. There was more to being a vampire than just the blood. Everything was more amplified, lights, sounds, smells. Ever desire, I didn’t even know it was possible to feel what I was feeling inside me as Justin kissed my nipples, alternating between left and right even nibbling on them occasionally. He licked my chest and then moved lower, kissing and licking my stomach and then stopping just above my cock. He kissed and teased me till I literally growled at him, vampire thing I guess. Justin laughed and he devoured my entire 8″ cock in one go.

He sucked my cock, like no one ever had.I don’t know whether he was this good naturally or whether it was a vampire perk. He licked my shaft and kissed the head of my cock with his beautiful mouth and I swore if I was human I’d bust my nut right there. But I’d already read that increased libido was a vampire thing, guess it was true. Again before I could put action to my thoughts my hands lifted Justin’s body and positioned his cock over my mouth. I kissed it, it was the best cock I’d ever seen. The first cock I’d ever seen, with these new eyes. It was indescribable. Damn, vampires were hot. I swallowed his cock as far down as it would go and then he began to thrust, slow at first then at a speed no human could thrust or get face fucked. Then Justin wrapped his hand around my cock.He used the precum as lube to jerk me off. All I could do was moan.He came back up to face me,he smashed his lips to mine and kissed me.

Justin in the flash of an eye, climbed down flipped me and pulled my legs apart,causing my butt cheeks to separate and reveal my pink hole. I looked at his cock and saw for the first time, that it was huge. As he inched towards me, I felt a quiver of excitement right down to my spin.

I spread my hands around the edges of the bed and gripped hard, I heard the wood splinter and embarrassment filled my face. “Its okay” he said and slapped my ass once again. I looked back at Justin. He looked at me, with those big blue sexy eyes. He looked down and gripped his cock and pressed it into my hole. I felt the wet tip touch my hole and slowly slip inside. There was no pain, just pleasure, fucking pleasure. I could feel every inch of his cock inside me, inching further and further. Deeper and deeper into me. I screamed out in pleasure, so much fucking pleasure.

I felt him pull back quickly and plunge it back in, more vigorously than before and I shouted out in pleasure. He did this over and over again.

Justin just kept pounding away with a vampiric speed, “FUCK You have a fucking tight ass! SO fucking tight!!”

I all could say between gasps was, “fuck me”

“Fuck,fuck,fuck yeah!Fuck!! This is good! fuck!”

Justin tensed up and I felt his cock spasm and I knew he was shot his load in me. Justin’s cock carried on ejaculating,pushing me over the fucking edge. I shot my load on both of us,shooting cum so fucking high up in volleys,on Justin’s chest slowly making its way down towards his cock. Some of it landed on my stomach. Another shot landed on my face and left a sticky trail as it slid down towards my neck. There was so much cum.

Finally, when there was nothing more than drops oozing out, Justin pulled out. He bent over and licked the my cum off my neck and chin,then kissed the cum off my face. I could taste my own cum when he came to my face and kissed me. he flipped me over and onto his chest, we just laid there, panting.

“Jamie, I can’t stay away from you now. But I ended your life. You should hate me.” Justin said, feeling guilty for some reason. I kissed his chest and said ” You didn’t end my life. You save it.”

And then out of the blue, my throat began to burn with thirst. A thirst that nothing but blood could quench.

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© Wanderwonder

 

My current secretary is afraid of me.

I call him a secretary because I know it chafes and he’s too much of a chickenshit to correct his boss. His name is Lance Oliver Jordan—three first names. I call him “hey,” or “kid,” and take note when he complains to everyone that I don’t even know his name. 

Lance Oliver Jordan graduated a year ago with a degree in Creative Writing. Lance Oliver Jordan is too pretty to be taken seriously, but takes himself too seriously to get over it. He calls me “sir” even though he can’t be more than five years my junior.

Lance Oliver Jordan wants me to fuck him, and he doesn’t even know it yet. Some might call me a cocky bastard for thinking so, but I can tell. Like the other day, when I ate in my office because I was busy. Jordan came in to give me a fax. I took it, but he didn’t leave.

“What is it?” I asked, noting how he wiped his hands on his trousers. The kid had sweaty palms from handing me a fax.

“Ah, erm,” he stuttered, “you, ah, well.”

“Spit it out.”

“There’s mayonnaise on your lip, Mr. Bentley” Jordan blurted.

I looked up. Jordan’s face was red as a tomato. I licked my lips and the hue brightened.

“Did I get it?”

“Um.” Jordan cleared his throat. “Ah, yes, sir. It’s, um, it’s gone.”

I said nothing and returned to my computer. Jordan practically staggered out of the room. I watched him collapse into his chair, and then fuck me if he didn’t glance down at his crotch. I know I’m easy on the eyes, but I didn’t expect Jordan’s peepers to be so well connected to his pecker. He still thinks he’s straight.

I make him bring me coffee, not because I particularly enjoy coffee, but because he gets jittery and starts stammering when he hands it to me. He doesn’t realize that even when I don’t look at him, I can tell he’s staring at me. Jordan blushes if I talk to him or about him, or if our fingers brush when he hands me anything, or when I do catch him staring at me. The one time I let him get on the elevator with me, he was breathing so heavily that I thought he would pass out. Lance Oliver Jordan is a chickenshit because he doesn’t even know he’s into me.

I know, because I’m all he talks about. Lance Oliver Jordan calls his mother on his lunch break, which he always takes at his desk, and all he talks about is me. He doesn’t get how thin the walls are when he whines. I suspect that he failed to read the entire Internet Usage Policy before he signed it, because he should know that I can read his emails. So I know that he thinks I’m one of Satan’s offspring. He postulates that the only way I could get a date would be if a hat hid the devil’s horns.

I don’t give a shit about dating him, but I sure do want to fuck him.

My secretary is in a post-twink phase. I’d bet my job that he was one of those skinny-ass hipsters in college who thought wearing glasses frames from the 1980s made him look thoughtful. Now he spends an hour in our gym every morning, and that’s after riding his bike everywhere. He wants the world to know he’s eco-friendly. It’s the one time I blessed global warming—when my secretary’s pants started getting tighter around his ass and thighs. He complains to his sister that I don’t pay him enough to buy new clothes. That isn’t true; I noticed his tastes run to the more costly labels, which naturally eat up his paycheck. I don’t blame him; designer suits make his ass a masterpiece.

Lance Oliver Jordan is a little shit. He’s pricklier than a cactus and more self-righteous than a priest. He hasn’t gotten a girlfriend since he’s worked here, has very few friends close by, and mostly talks to his mother and his sister. His date for the Valentine’s Day party left with another man. Jordan then got shitfaced, insulted six people on the way out the door, and told me that I had, “better fucking pay for this goddamn cab,” because he wasn’t going to spend money on pollution. Whether by accident or pure denial, he had forgotten everything by the following Monday.

So far I have bided my time. There are other people in the world to fuck and I enjoy messing with Jordan’s head. Lately, though, I spend more time staring at his ass through the window than I do working. It’s time for the itch to be scratched, preferably by his nails on my back.

There are a million places where I could move in on him. The elevator is a classic, the bathroom, or I could make him stay late and grab him while he’s in my office, or even bend him over his desk. I even briefly debated the stairwell. However, with sexual harassment lawsuits running rampant, I decide to give the poor boy a warning before I completely dominate his ass.

Jordan jumps when I toss documents onto his desk. He turns beet red, probably because I caught him playing reading that old Zero Impact Man blog instead of working. I’ve fired people for less, and he knows it.

“Mr. Bentley,” he stammers. “I had just finished that—“

I tap the paper. “Take a good look at that before you sign it,” I cut him off, and head back to my office. “Top one goes to Human Resources. Keep a copy for yourself, and file one for me under your name.”

It’s a waiver stating that we have a consensual sexual relationship and that he can’t sue the company if I decide he’s not as good a fuck as I thought. My signature is already on the paper. It’s a risky move, especially if he complains to HR before he signs it. I pretend not to pay attention when he glances back at me.

I’m surprised when not a minute later, he knocks on the door to give the papers back to me. I indicate the desk with my pen, and he sets the papers down and steps back. I intend to ignore him until I can get some work done, then I’ll fuck him. He’s fidgeting like a spider monkey, so I look up.

“Mr. Bentley, I just wanted to apologize,” he says quickly, not meeting my eyes. “I wasn’t goofing off, honestly, I was—“

I’m not interested. “Did you read this?” I ask, indicating the document.

“Yes, sir,” he answers. “I sent the original to Human Resources and made two copies.”

My secretary is a liar. Jordan didn’t read shit. “Your thoughts.”

“What?” He glances down quickly, but it’s too far away for him to read. “Oh. Everything, uh, looks in order, sir.”

I feel satisfyingly predatory when I smile and say, “Glad you think so.”

It’s a dismissal, and Jordan’s not that dumb. I go back to my work, he goes back to his desk, but I see him glance up every so often. The idiot still doesn’t look at the consent form. He probably thinks that I’m going to fire him. 

The bike rack is at the front of the parking garage, near the exit. Lance Oliver Jordan is on the phone when I pull around in my car. My windows are down and he’s talking way too loudly, so I can hear the last part of his conversation.

“No, Mom, the bastard will probably wait till I come into work on Monday, then sack me. Maybe the stupid Murphy bed will crush my body before—oh, god, I gotta go.” He slaps the phone shut and shoves it in his jacket.

I pop the trunk open. “Put your bike in the back. I’m taking you home.”

He stutters for a little bit, grumbles idiotically about resource conservation, and then gets in obediently. I don’t say anything more, because it’s just that entertaining to watch him squirm all over my leather seats.

Jordan doesn’t say anything other than his address, and so for the whole way to his dingy apartment building all that I hear is limited road noise and the pleasant voice of the GPS system. When I pull up in front of the building unlock the car doors, however, he turns to me.

“Am I fired?”

I want to point out that I didn’t make him clean out his desk, but I refrain.

“No.”

He nods and gets out of the car. I would have followed him, I had planned on following him, but I don’t want to fuck anyone on a bed that folds out of the wall. I’ll wait. Maybe  I’ll grab him at lunch on Monday.

On Friday nights I go to a local sports bar with some of my old frat buddies. Collectively, we’re a bunch of assholes who like to rub our successes in each other’s faces. Being gay gives me a little more work to do in that crowd, but at least this meeting of the minds gets me out of the loft on weekends. I like that it’s within walking distance of my place. One of the bartenders is a pretty willing fuck, so if I’m going to sleep with someone I don’t have to wait too long.

One of my buddies just closed a big deal for his advertising firm, so he’s buying and we’re toasting. I don’t like being drunk, but I can keep up with the Joneses. We’re on the fourth round of beers when I look over to see Lance Oliver Jordan staring at me.

His mouth is actually open, he’s so shocked. He and his vintage hat are completely out of place here. It just takes the once for me to meet his eyes, and he turns bright red and swivels around on his bar stool so fast that he knocks his buddy’s drink over.

“What a sad fuck,” laughs my friend Matt.

I get out of the booth. “That’s my fucking secretary,” I tell them, and they laugh. “See you boys later.”

Matt shakes his head. “You’re a twisted motherfucker, Cash.”

I shrug and head over to the bar. Lance Oliver Jordan, chickenshit that he is, is talking too loud to some guy who I think might work at my company. His back is to me, and he’s fiddling with the ice cubes in his drink—either he has an iron deficiency or he’s sexually frustrated. I step between them and Jordan shuts up. Fear rolls off of him in waves, and he starts fidgeting.

“Let’s go.”

His eyes go wide. “What?”

I signal the bartender, who sizes Jordan up. “Put it on my tab,” I say, then I yank Jordan off the stool and pull him through the crowd. I’m not wasted enough to just fuck him in the alley. Maybe I’ll let him into my territory for a little bit.

“Wait, Mr. Bentley,” Jordan protests, stumbling after me. “Hey, I was with a friend.”

He might be a little drunk, but so am I. I ignore him until we get onto the street, when he pulls his arm from my grip.

“What the hell?” he asks, then drops his gaze. “Sir.”

I take his arm again. “I’m taking you home.”

“I can get a cab, sir.”

What an idiot. I keep walking.

“Sir.” Jordan pulls his arm out of my grasp again, getting angry. “Whatever you’re thinking, I’m not too drunk to get myself home.”

“I’m not sending you to your home, kid.”

“I—” he almost doesn’t say it. “I’m not gay, sir.” At least he can put two and two together.

I step in and grab his ass with both hands, pulling him against me. The globular muscle is tight under my palms, the effect heightened by how tense he gets. He’s tall enough that our noses touch.

“Not even a little curious?” I ask, biting his earlobe for effect. He’s breathing so fast that I almost tell him to put his head between his knees.

“I’m not,” he gulps. “I’m not…”

I squeeze him against me, just to remind him that he hasn’t stepped away. I’m getting hard, and I don’t mind him feeling it. “What’s wrong, Jordan?” He turns his head to the side, won’t look at me. “Do I scare you?”

He snaps his head around with an angry glare, and I pull him along again. Damn right he’s scared, but he’s probably been mulling over the day since it ended, wondering why he lets me bully him. I know his type, and I know his buttons.

We’re in the elevator on the way up when Jordan says softly, “I hate you, Mr. Bentley.”

“You don’t hate me.”

“I do.”

“You hate,” I correct him, “that you want me.”

Jordan huffs and rolls his eyes. “I do not.”

Rather than ask him what the fuck he’s still doing here, I shrug my jacket off and toss it to him. He catches it, kneading it in his hands. He starts backing away when I pull my shirt over my head.

“What are you doing?” he asks, his voice rising in pitch.

I grin. “Getting started.”

He swallows. “What?”

I toss my shirt at him as the elevator doors open. As I expected, he catches it. “You think you don’t want me? Fine.” He follows me out of the elevator. “But it’s my home, and I’m taking my clothes off.”

“I apologize, Mr. Bentley, but this is ridiculous,” he says, laying the garments over the couch. His eyes never leave my body, and in fact are riveted to where my hands sit on my belt buckle. “Just because you’re at home doesn’t mean you need to run around naked. I don’t think I need to be here for this.”

Lance Oliver Jordan is looking at me like I’m water and he’s dying of thirst, and he has no fucking clue. He steps forward until he’s within arms reach.

I unbuckle my belt and drop it. “Jordan.” He doesn’t look up, just stares at the waistband of my jeans. I undo a button. “Lance.” Nothing. What an ignorant bastard. “Lance Oliver.”

He looks up quickly, flushing. I shake my head knowingly, and his hands clench.

“Listen,” he says through his teeth, “I don’t know at what you’re playing, but you have it all wrong.”

“Chickenshit,” I say, unzipping my pants. He’s probably half hard by now, the way his hand keeps straying towards his groin. I drop my trousers and step out of them. “Come here.”

Jordan looks everywhere but at my face. “No. I’m going home, and I’ll see you on Monday, sir.”

His feet aren’t moving, so I put my hand on the back of his neck and pull. “I said, come here.” 

I lock my eyes on his, hold his gaze as I drag him into the bedroom. Jordan’s not going to look away because then he’d lose a tiny bit more of his manhood, and he’s not going to run because he’s too focused on the staring contest. He starts breathing hard again when I unbutton his shirt. His mouth is partly open, and his dark eyes are wide and wary. He jumps when I skim my hands over his well-defined chest before pushing the shirt from his shoulders. His hands clench repeatedly when I run my finger over his waistband—I think he might be ticklish—and his hips buck when I plunge my hand inside to help undo the button.

There are two sets of sounds in the room: Jordan’s breathing, loud and fast, and the sound of clothing as it is pushed and dropped to the floor. He stares at his underwear when I drag it down to his knees. Jordan keeps opening his mouth like he’s going to say something, but then he closes it again. He kind of looks like a fish, and that makes me chuckle.

“What?” he asks testily as he shifts his weight. His briefs fall down past his knees. “What is so funny?”

“You are.”

I put my hand on his chest and push. Lance Oliver trips over his pants, still tangled around his ankles, and squeaks as he sails backwards onto the bed. Then he just lies there, his eyes closed, his arms at his sides, palms turned upwards. He looks like an offering, or a virgin sacrifice. One corner of my mouth rises, then the other. He probably does think of himself as some martyr for the sake of a job he hates but can’t afford to lose. Fuck if I let him pretend like that the whole time. 

I shuck my boxers and kneel over him. Jordan resists when I grab his wrist, but no matter how many hours he spends in the gym, I can afford a personal trainer. My muscles aren’t for show. He keeps his palm open, fingers splayed when I grind his hand against my dick. I guide his hand until my cock is halfway hard, then loosen my grip. Jordan either doesn’t realize or doesn’t care that he’s the one in charge of his hand, because his fingers close tentatively around me and he starts to stroke up and down. It’s clear that he hasn’t done this before; his fingers are trembling, which feels fucking good on my cock.

Jordan shifts uncomfortably under me, squirming again. I check and see that his cock still droops, but isn’t completely limp. He hasn’t stopped stroking my shaft, but it’s like he’s trying to decide whether or not to use two hands. I smile. Fuck his hands; I’ll let him use his mouth.

I want him to look at me while he sucks my cock. At this point, I could either grab his hair and force him, or coach him. The wetness under his eyelashes tells me that it might pay to be a little bit gentler. So I put a hand behind the little bitch’s head and shuffle forward.

“Jordan.” I pull at his lower lip with my thumb, and watch as his tongue follows. Damn, but he wants me. His eyes stay closed.

“Lance Oliver Jordan, open those pretty eyes.”

His eyelids flutter and lift. He’s still fidgeting.

“Open your mouth, baby.”

He swallows once, then obeys.

Damn straight.

I push my dick into his mouth, and he starts sucking on it, just like that. No moans, no protests, he just keeps his fingers moving and sucks on the cockhead. His pink lips are wrapped tightly around my shaft, and his brown eyes stare up at me worriedly. Years in management tell me he needs some positive reinforcement.

“Fuck, that’s sexy,” I say. He closes his eyes again, and I let him stay that way.

His other hand comes up to cup my ass, not to bring me closer, but just to hold me still while he explores. I want to tell him to watch his teeth, but he’s already nervous. I keep my hand behind his head and hold still. It feels like Jordan is playing with my dick, like it’s this new toy that he can’t quite figure out. It takes everything in me not to make a noise when he starts bobbing his head up and down a little. When Jordan swirls his tongue over the piss slit and sucks hard, lifting his head with a pop of his lips, I buckle over him with a groan; I don’t get how he could have not done this before. My secretary freezes like he thinks I’m going to hit him, so I thrust my hips a tiny bit to encourage him. He starts sucking again.

I let him get used to sucking dick until I’m about ready to come. Leaning over to the nightstand, I grab a condom and some lube. Lance Oliver keeps his eyes scrunched shut until he hears the foil tear. He pulls off my cock.

“Wait,” he says. His breathing is shaky. “Are you going to—”

“Fuck you up the ass,” I finish for him, rolling the condom over my cock. “Right up that sweet ass, and you’re gonna like it.”

Jordan takes a look at my cock, then at my face, and says, “Well, shit.”

I grin. “I warned you,” I say, and I scoot backwards to nudge his legs apart with mine.

“You gave me no warning whatsoever,” he argues. Suddenly he digs his heels into my sheets and grabs as much of my hair as he can. “Fuck! Oh my god, fuck! Shit!”

Damn straight it’s hard to argue with a tongue in your ass. Lance Oliver Jordan is squirming all over my bed, has probably torn several chunks of my hair out, and is yelling at the top of his lungs. I keep my tongue busy on that tight little rosebud, coaxing it open. I lube up my fingers and push one into his hole at the same time as I engulf his cock with my mouth. 

Jordan goes completely still. He’s propped up on his elbows, his fingers clenched in the sheets. His eyebrows are drawn together in concentration and his mouth is slightly pursed. I slide my lips down his cock and watch that mouth form an “O”. I add another finger and watch his lips purse a little more.

How long has it been since another person has been near Jordan’s prick? Even with a couple of fingers stretching his ass for the first time he’s still hard as an iron pole. He’s panting like a puppy. Every time I wiggle my fingers against his prostate his stomach clenches and his thighs shake. If I touch him any more he’ll shoot.

“I did give you a warning,” I remind him when I pull off. “I handed you a legal document stating that we have a consensual sexual relationship, and you signed it. You didn’t have to sign it, but you did.” 

“I did not!” he argues, then sits up. I grab the lube and coat my cock with it, waiting for Jordan to figure it out. I can tell when he does, because this look comes over his face like he just lost a high stakes poker game. “Fuck me, I did.”

I stand up and turn him over, pulling his ass towards me. “Since you asked…”

“Fucking A!”

Jordan arches his back, which pushes him farther onto my erection. He’s tight, and hot, and is clamping down so hard that I’m almost afraid he’ll crush my dick. I’m above average but not huge, but right now I feel like I have the biggest piece of meat to ever grace a man’s crotch. Jordan needs to loosen up, or I’m going to lose all circulation to my cock.

I run my hands down his quivering, muscled legs and bless that bicycle of his. “Relax, Jordan.”

He’s panting short and painful breaths and biting my pillow. “Fuck you,” he hisses between pants. “How am I, fuck, supposed to fucking relax, ah, shit, with your horse dong shoved up my ass?”

“Just relax,” I repeat, and I slide my hand around to his cock. He’s still mostly hard, he and lurches as soon as my fingers brush it. I’ll bet he had one of those sex-crazed girlfriends in college who’d finger him every once in a while. No guy who’s never played with his ass is going to stay hard while being fucked for the first time.

Stroking him slowly with my fingertips, I ease my cock into his ass until I’m balls deep. I go so slow that it’s painful. Jordan has his head buried in the pillow and from the sound of it he’s either singing, crying, or praying. I keep one hand on his dick and the other on his hip. I want nothing more than to pound my dick into him until he screams.

But I don’t. I don’t because my secretary is as stiff as a board. All his muscles are clenched, including his ass. If I pull out I might not get back in. It’s actually a bit painful. I sigh inwardly.

“Lance.” I lean over him, pressing my chest to his back. “Relax for me.” I slide my hand from his hip to his neck, stroking lightly, then into his hair. Jordan shakes his head and whimpers into the pillow. Any more and he’ll suffocate himself. I turn his head to the side.

“It hurts,” he whines. His eyes are squeezed shut and his brows are furrowed. 

I almost laugh. “That’s because you’re so tense.” He is kind of cute. It’s been a while since I fucked a virgin, and a boy who thinks he’s straight to boot. “Do you want me to pull out?” I can’t believe I’m offering him a choice.

“I can’t—Oh, god,” Jordan pants. “It’ll hurt even more.”

What a baby. I pull him up until I’m kneeling and he’s sitting in my lap. Jordan lets go of the pillow, but it’s like he doesn’t know what to do with his hands. Wrapping one arm around his stomach, I grab his left hand with mine, because I do at least know that he’s left-handed. 

“Relax,” I remind him, and place his hand on his cock. I keep my hand over his as he slowly strokes himself. I’m nice for a little bit, kissing his neck, murmuring encouragingly, waiting for him to loosen up. Jordan doesn’t stop whimpering like a puppy. He does, however, start rocking on my shaft a little as soon as soon as he’s completely hard again.

Dear god; my secretary was made to take a cock. I bless the shitty writing skills that landed him at my office instead of publishing his expository novel. I also congratulate myself on the intuition that made me recognize a cock-hungry ass when I saw it. I sit back and let him do the work. Jordan probably doesn’t realize he’s fucking me; he’s concentrating so hard on doing whatever he can for his ass not to clamp like a fucking bear trap.

It doesn’t take long for me to tire of the pace and position. Jordan doesn’t have the stones to make any more than shallow movements and pull at his dick. He catches himself with both hands when I lean forward again and return to our original position. I take over stroking him while I pump in and out of his ass.

“Oh, fuck,” he groans, pushing his face into the crook of his arm. “Fuck, fuck fuck fuck.” 

My chickenshit secretary still sounds like he’s about to cry, so I do something else I’ve never done before.

I pause. “Jordan, if you want me to stop, tell me to stop.” 

He doesn’t say anything coherent, just moans and sways his ass. I take that as a green light and resume fucking him. Just short strokes at first, testing to see how he reacts.  Jordan jacks his cock and whines like a bitch; I can’t tell if he’s in pain or if this is just how he fucks. I put on hand on his back and shift my angle a little, then make a quick thrust.

“Ungh!” The noise comes through his teeth in pure disbelief. I know I got it, so I do it again. “Oh, god, Mr. Bentley.”

Fuck yes.

Just to hear his voice I, keep hitting his prostate directly. Jordan keeps making little sounds, saying, “Oh fuck,” and calling my name like those are the only words he knows. He’s shaking all over; my cock is the earthquake and the aftershocks of his ass clenching around the epicenter are so fucking good.

It isn’t enough just to fuck him now. Now there’s a point to prove. This bubble ass is hungry for cock. I know it. Jordan needs to know it. I pull back until just the tip of my cock is in his ass.

Jordan shudders and braces himself for another thrust. I don’t move.

He whimpers.

I tighten my grip on his waist, but don’t push or pull. Jordan presses his forehead against his arm, his shoulders drop and his back arches toward the bed. It would be perfect if I were going to do all the work. Jordan pants and moans and moves his hips from side to side, but doesn’t push against me or pull away.

Chickenshit.

“Come on, Jordan,” I say, tapping his ass. My secretary shakes his head against his forearm, moaning. He knows what I mean; he’s just playing dumb. Maybe Jordan is like those shy dogs, where you have to make kissy noises at them to get them to do anything. 

I try a new tactic. “Lance,” I croon. “Move, baby.” I don’t know why the fuck I’m bothering, save for the magnificent ass in which I am embedded.

My secretary eases himself backward, slower than snails through tar. God, but I want to fuck him hard. Instead I run my hands up and down his sides like I would a skittish horse. When he finds his sweet spot Jordan stops and lets out a high-pitched “Mph!” that I’ve only ever heard from women. It takes every ounce of self-control to let him rub my dick over his prostate. Jordan rocks back and forth so slowly it’s agonizing. He’s tight enough that I could come just from that and I’m sweating in my effort to hold still and let him get used to me. However, I only plan on fucking him once and I plan on finishing it my way. The kid needs to shake his ass.

Bracing one arm on the bed, I curl my body around his, reaching my free hand around. Jordan’s hand is still on his cock, but he’s concentrating too much on his asshole to pull on it. I guess his eyes are closed (I can’t tell, his forehead is still stuffed into the pillow) because he jumps when my fingers brush the top of his prick. It’s completely covered in precum; he must have been dripping this whole time.

“A little faster,” I coach. “Just build it up to where you want it.”

Jordan obeys, pressing back while I play with his cock. It feels both forever long and immediate when he’s finally fucking me. His hands are clasped together and he’s using his elbows to lever himself. Our bodies slap together, sticky and hot. Jordan groans, and squeals every time he gets himself good on his spot.

Growing impatient, I turn him over and push my cock back into his ass. Fuck, he’s tight. Jordan’s still doing his best to push back, to fuck himself on my dick, but I’m moving too fast for him. Oh god, I’m gonna blow soon. Jordan’s digging his fingernails into my arms, and his heels are driving into my ass.

“I’m going—” he gasps, arching his back. “Cash, I—”

And then he comes, quivering and spewing all over my belly, wrapping his arms around my neck. His ass clenches hard on my cock, and his teeth sink into my shoulder. I grab his waist and pull him tighter to me, trapping his cock between us, and fuck him even faster. He calls my name again and I explode into him, thrusting as deep as I can over and over again. My whole body is shaking with the intensity of my orgasm, and the edges of my vision turn white.

We stay there for a moment, my right arm supporting our combined weight, Jordan wrapped leech-tight around me. I’m cupping his head, and I have my face mashed into his neck.

“Oh, fuck,” is all I can say, and I let Jordan flop back onto the bed. I pull out and roll over, my chest heaving as I catch my breath.

Jordan puts both hands over his face. “Oh my god, I can’t believe I just got assfucked by my boss,” he moans.

I laugh and haul myself into the bathroom to get cleaned up. Because Jordan’s a pussy I throw an arm over him when I crawl into bed to sleep.

I wake up the next morning to find him gone.

Lance Oliver Jordan is a chickenshit.

I’m not surprised that he decided to jet after sleeping with his boss. The kid’s probably terrified of me, and getting the cum fucked out of him likely didn’t help. Either Jordan will quit his job, or he’ll worship me as the man who opened his eyes and ass.

Jordan arrives late on Monday and doesn’t look at me when I talk to him. He’s completely subdued, like a mistreated dog. I get the feeling that if I say anything out of the ordinary, like ask him how he’s doing, he’ll cry. I opt to leave him alone.

I watch him for the better part of an hour, still not doing any real work. It’s happened before; sometimes just one good fuck isn’t enough. If I had less self-control I’d make him give up his lunch break in order to fuck on my office floor. I page him for my morning coffee, and his hand is shaking so hard that brew sloshes onto the carpet. I look up.

Jordan drops to his knees, scrubbing at the spill with a napkin. The mug is still shaking in his other hand, and he’s biting his lip in distress. I sigh, and come around the desk.

“I’m so sorry, sir,” he mumbles.

I grasp the mug and pull it from Jordan’s hand. “You know that I can’t fire you, right?” I ask, taking the only remaining sip of coffee. My secretary pauses. His breathing is as tremulous as his hands are.

“It was in that waiver we signed. I can’t fire you, you can’t sue me or the company, and I can’t force you to do anything you don’t want to.” Whether I’d like to or not. I have no time for lawsuits or jail.

Jordan nods miserably, rising to his feet.

“I’ll let you decide. We can fuck as much as you want to,” I tell him, “Never again or three times a day.” I take a sip of coffee. I don’t give a fuck if I’m being soft, I just don’t want him crying all over my carpet because he’s afraid of losing his job. That’d be pathetic.

My secretary mumbles something at the floor.

“Speak up, Jordan.”

“Er, nothing, sir?” He phrases it like a question.

I set the mug on the desk behind me. “Don’t be a chickenshit, Jordan. Curse words and insults won’t get you fired today.”

“You’re a monumental, sorry-assed bullying bastard,” he grumbles, then adds, “sir.”

That wasn’t really what I expected. Still, it’s nothing new. “Anything else?”

My secretary glares at me. “You turned me into a cliché. Now I have to wonder whether you hired me for my skills or because your ass of the week got boring. You completely disregarded my sexual preferences, so now I have to struggle with whether or not I really am straight, or bi, or gay.”

I turn back to my computer. “It’s all up to you, kid.” I’m tempted to say something inflammatory, like majoring in Creative Writing should have been the first sign.

Jordan points a trembling, accusatory finger in my direction. “And I don’t want to be another file in HR.”

“Pardon?”

My secretary flaps his arms in frustration. He looks like an angry jay.  “Who knows how many former, or even current employees have the same document filed away? I’m not so stupid as to get that you were only nice to me at all last night be cause you wanted to speed up the process. You don’t like me. I don’t want to be yet another notch on your bedpost.” He blushes, then continues, “Or on anyone’s bedpost, sir. I don’t do one-night stands.”

Chickenshit.

I lean back in my chair and spread my hands. “What can I say? I’d just gotten news that the man I’ve been in love for years with is getting married, and I used your lithe body to drown my sorrows.”

Jordan’s expression softens a little. His heart must be made of butter, the way he melts so fast. “Really?” he asks, taking a step forward.

“Nope,” I reply. Jordan reels himself back, poker lodged firmly up his ass again. “My grandmother died, and I needed to feel someone’s arms around me.”

Again the crease between his brows disappears and his mouth loses its tightness. I grin. Jordan notices, goes rigid, and flushes. Those cocksucking lips are actually pouting. He can’t know he does that. What grown-ass adult pouts?

“I don’t need to know why you targeted me,” he says loftily, “just that I won’t be subject to it again.”

I sigh. “Kid, you wouldn’t have opened your mouth if you didn’t want to know why I fucked you.”

“I—”

“Shut up.” I stand, coming around to lean on my desk. “You want to know why? It’s because you have a fantastic ass.” I gesture at his hips and notice Jordan’s hands twitch like he wants to reach back and cover himself. “You’ve been obsessed with me the whole time you’ve worked here. I can hear you talking about me on your break, and I know you watch me when you think I’m not looking.”

Jordan’s pretty face is beet red by now.

“I had an itch,” I say honestly, careful to keep my tone clear if derision, “and you scratched it.”

Mouth set in a grim line, Jordan asks, “You never considered the repercussions this would have on me psychologically? That’s it?”

“Unless you want me to fuck you again.”

“No, sir.”

I love it that he keeps the polite “sir” attached, even when he’s ready to punch me. It means he wants to keep his job.

“Then you can get back to work and resume chasing skirts. I’ll need a fresh cup of coffee, Jordan,” I say, and go back to my chair.

“Yes, sir,” he replies quietly. 

I point a finger at him before he turns around. “If I see you at that bar again, your ass is mine.”

Jordan’s brown eyes go wide, and he sputters. “But my friends really like that bar!” he protests.

“Mine,” I repeat, and I start typing nonsense on the computer to make it look like I’m working.

Jordan inhales sharply and turns on his heel. I watch his ass as he leaves. That itch might need some more scratching.

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10pm. Rain-thuds. Windless. Fingers of mist rolled off the roofs of my neighbourhood houses which looked like giant ships anchored in a dead calm sea of darkness. Depression. Hopelessness. Sensitivity. I’m 18 year old Steele Sanders, and I’m sitting on the rainy front stairs that lead up to my suburban home, lonely, still and blank. My black Nike hoodie drenched, only revealing the lower half of my face, between droplets, I look down, unmoved, like a concrete statue, as if waiting for something to come save me from myself.

“Get a swimming pool”, came a boy’s voice not too far in front of me, “On the other hand, an umbrella?”

I didn’t look up. I didn’t falter. Didn’t answer. I heard his footsteps draw nearer. Felt him sit down on the step beside me. Felt the sideways splashing of the rain off him adjacent onto my side.

“What’s wrong? Freaky. You’ve been sitting out here in the rain all night. Could see you from my window. Emo. I just had to know. I’m Jake, and I’ve just moved into my grandparents’ house next door, over there”

Pause

“So this is what old Spanish teens are like without mobile phones in their pockets”, he giggled.

“I’m Steele”, I said softly in a voice that sounded foreign to my own.

Cautiously, I looked up and, out of the blackness of my hoodie, I saw him for the first time. What an amazing snapshot. He was dripping wet as he sat there in the broken streetlight, his straight hair almost fully plastered over his almond-like eyes. He looked into mine, as if the slippery strands of hair covering his eyes were invisible, and I could almost feel our vision connect. He was no more than 18 years old himself, and certainly the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my reality, on paper, or in the history of creation as I know it.

“Hey Steele…”, he said in a cool perfect boy voice, as he tilted his head a little and half-smiled, almost all in slow motion, “Have you gotten anything to eat?”

“Nah actually”, I said as if talking to myself, “My parents are out, I’ll whip up something later…”, my voice trailed off…

“Wait. Go inside. Take this. Can’t risk it gettin’ any wetter. I’ll be right back”, he handed me his phone wrapped tightly in a little blue handkerchief. And then he was off, running back toward his home in the sheets of rain. I thought I glimpsed him turn back once as he ran, and I imagined that half-smile as he did, before disappearing into the darkness across the road. I felt so lost, confused, happy and mixed-up in that moment. And for a split second, i felt as if the raindrops were falling up up into the night sky, and away…

I couldn’t help it. I wasn’t myself anymore. Once back inside, I shut the door behind me, leaned back against it, and slid out Jake’s phone from the handkerchief. Rubbed my fingers over it carefully. It was warm. Suddenly precious to me. I could feel its power, the electric surge within. I pressed some buttons and flipped thru it, searching for anything – pictures? music? I don’t know. And then I saw it – his internet browser’s search history. My heart raced. It displayed pages upon pages of gay porn links. I couldn’t tell if I felt embarrassed, scared, or excited. By now I could feel my heart thumping in my throat. I put the phone down on the table. A tiny ticking metal heart. I left it there. Closed my eyes, and tried to calm down.

A few minutes later Jake returned with a tin of pancake batter, and wasted no time in taking to our kitchen, ushering me there eagerly, where we both cooked and worked like we know each other forever, and in half an hour or less, we were back outside under the barbeque dining shelter, enjoying steamy hot pancakes, butter and syrup. It was a rush, I hardly had time to think, but I have to admit it was fun, I was starving, and now we just relaxed, absorbed in our boy-talk, lost in each others’ worlds.

As our voices died down, there was a pause. Then Jake got up, and turned toward me. Abrupt. Almost weird. He looked nearly frustrated, confused, hesitant, but there was also a look of yearning. Then he slowly slid his right hand thru the hair just above falling onto my forehead, and tugged at it slightly. I could sense a playful innocent frustration in his grip. A hint of desperation. An urge. I felt as if I was watching myself from the outside, almost out of control, I got up, stepped closer slowly, reached the back of his neck, leaned in, and kissed him gently. He held on to me, almost grinding himself up against me to return the kiss, and within a few seconds we were wrapped together kissing wildly, like recently un-caged, untamed animals, outside in the middle of the night, a sound of rain still all around us…

We hardly broke our kisses as we both collapsed wildly together naked into my bed, all our skin against each other, twisting and crashing rhythmically like two powerful ocean waves curling within each other, mixing, falling over, under, within, and breaking on the shore. I wanted this boy, and I wanted him bad. I could sense Jake’s arousal gushing through him like a tidal wave. Finally, I ripped off his soaking wet boxers, and examined the secrets of his masculinity that lay bare in front of me. I began kissing and suckling on him all over. There wasn’t an inch of him that I didn’t taste, the base of his throat, the curve of his waist, to the backs of his knees. The cutest face in the world was twisted with a look of raw lust. Sections of his body would taughten and relax as I moved from part to part. So sensitive. So pure. Then Jake leaned down and flicked my cock with his snakey tongue, licking my shaft, drawing circles around my balls with the tip of it. It was too much. I pushed forward and shoved my throbbing member inside his mouth. He took it all 9 inches in, even though he choked a little, and i could feel his throat muscles contract and relax around my cock. I sank my hands into his hair. His lips looked so perfect around my cock. They were so soft and looked untouched. Unused. I loved the way they stretched as his head bobbed up and down on my penis. “Fuck yeah Jake! Suck it like a lollipop! Mmmmmmm…”. Then I pulled out of his mouth and pinned him to the bed. I kissed his swollen cocktip which was glistening with perfect round spots of pre-cum.

Jake moaned loudly, “ohhhhhhhhhh that feels soooooooo good…” . His dick was a work of art. It was so perfectly curved and slender-looking, with a perfect tan radiance. So sculptured. As if engineered about symmetry and performance. I couldn’t believe I had my head between his legs. Couldn’t believe I now knew how his cock tasted, how he sounded when he groaned in pleasure. His boner felt so slippery and so incredible against my tongue. I had to fight the urge to burst forth and chew on it. After a few more minutes of blowing Jake, he moved his hand toward his asshole, fingering it desperately with his little perfect young finger, “Ahhhhh… Steele, Please fuck me now! Pleeeeeeeease!”

I lifted Jake’s legs off the bed to expose his anus. He was so light and flexible, delicate but defined. I rubbed one finger down the centre of his butt, circling the exposed boy-hole lips, then i plunged a finger into his glistening moistness. Jake opened his mouth to speak, when he did, I shoved 3 fingers inside his cunt. He gasped. Pushing and pushing, I felt the tightness of his walls enclosing my fingers. Then I pulled out and placed my own fuck-stick at his entrance. It felt like a pillow to my prick-head. His body jerked at the contact. A warm tingly sensation travelled up him. Then I inserted my entire hard-on into him, my pre-cum lubed the insertion.. His face twisted and he screamed, “AWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!! FUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKK!!!!!!! THAT HURTS AH!!! FUCK!”. I felt the stretching walls of his inner body. Felt his butt cheeks slam against my balls. His bubble butt was firm, proportionate and so kissable. Soon I was banging it like a drum, bumping and drilling my dick down Jake’s hott love canal. Jake’s athletic young legs were up in the air forming a perfect V-shape at my sides. With every slam, his long sensuous legs would tighten, sleek muscular lines would appear along his sweaty thighs. Soon he wrapped them around my waist, so I could lean down and chew on his lips and delicious beating neck as i screwed him uncontrollably. His whole body shook with each passionate penetration. He purred in my ear each time I pulled out, and yelped each time I stabbed inside him.

I pulled out of Jake to give him some time to breathe. I then slid my velvety tongue in and out of his swollen hole. It made his thighs clench together. I rubbed my cock in his crack, and then along his spotless legs. I rubbed the high arches of his seemingly brand new feet around my cock, fucking them together as my cock slid up against his inner ankles. I smeared my rod against his, in his belly button, the valleys of his neck, all over his face, letting a little pre-cum drip into his flawless ears, then sliding it thru his swift hair, which was almost as silky as the inside of his bottom.

I then turned Jake around and fucked him doggy-style. I held his firm smooth body as i let my cock get engulfed by his hole. I then pressed his face flat down on the bed, keeping his butt raised. Ripples of ecstasy flooded through him with each stretching of the walls of his body. I then turned him around with his back on the bed, lifted his legs and rammed into him again. This time the hardest. I loved the way his eyes widened and glazed each time I thrusted. It was mind-blowing. Jake arched against me as we rocked together. The sensation of my fullness rubbing inside him was like a hot wire against his nerve ends. His prostate was at the peak of its stimulation. A choked, “OH MY GOD!!!! COME INSIDE ME!!! GIVE IT TO ME!!!!!” left his mouth as my jabs accelerated.

“FUCK YEAH, You little bitch. AW AW AWW!!! WIDER”, I screamed, pushing his thighs apart.

Jake was losing himself with each thrust. “HARDER STEEELE!!!! FASTER!!! Aw Aw! AWW ah Ah! AHH UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! Fuck me yeah. FUCK ME FOREVER!!!!!! FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKK!!! AAAWWWWWWW!!!!!” Dripping with sweat and screaming in pain and ecstasy, Jake looked so hot and gorgeous lying there under me, all tensed up. His smooth voice. His slim slick boy body. His pretty eyes flickering and locking. It can’t be described. Crying out my name, his whole body convulsed into a chain of spasms within and without. One ended, and then the next began, and the next. His sexy glowing feet tensed up in my hands as i held them for support. Jake shot cute little jets of boy-cum. Clinging to me, he saw stars, and he knew there were none out tonight. He was biting his lower lip. Seeing Jake shoot pushed me over the edge. I pounded him into the bed so hard, the bed screeched and almost collapsed. I watched Jake’s pupils dilate as he passed out from the most intense, earth-shaking moment in his life. Then i jerked. I felt my breath stop. Lightning bolts of fulfilment shot thru me. Jake felt something deep inside him bloom, as the last lights left his eyes, staccato spasms of my release. An explosion. I needed it to be inside him, mark him, claim him as my own, forever. It was mind-blowing. Then surrendering to the longest hottest release of my life, I joined Jake in a world where we’d never been. It took a while for me to find myself again.

And as our orgasms rippled away, I felt as if I had truly discovered myself. I watched Jake for a few minutes, rubbing the tip of my nose on his. I couldn’t wipe the soft smile off my face. Then I gently carried my beautiful Jake outside to our hammock, laid him down, and pressed up against him. The cool rain-wet hammock against our hot sweat-wet bodies was so refreshing, as we settled in for a night under the Spanish stars. Yes, the rain was gone now. The stars were bright. And i was still overwhelmed. Too excited. My mind was racing with intense thoughts and images. I saw myself running from above, then flying from below. I saw vivid colours and bright yellow lights flashing and then disappearing. And then a feeling of great stillness overcame me, and I closed my eyes. But I swear I could still see the stars.

The End.

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The name on the awning of the taverna struck me and brought up memories so rapidly and fully that I wasn’t completely aware of the guitar music wafting up in my brain. If I had been I wouldn’t have climbed the two terrazzo steps to the terrace level of the Tree of Idleness restaurant and sat at a table under a spreading olive tree.

Even then, though, I knew I was tempted to enter the restaurant because of its similarity to the one Adrianna and I had often frequented in the village of Bellapais in the northern, Turkish, enclave of Cyprus. As it was, the memories brought back so much pain that I collapsed more than sat, breathless, in one of the straw-bottomed chairs, and was pinned to the spot because the young Greek Cypriot waiter was so quick to take my order of a bottle of chilled Palamino wine and a plate of sheftalia.

I was on somewhat of a pilgrimage of nostalgia to try to hang onto memories of the good times with Adrianna – the years before she had contracted breast cancer and our world was sent spinning. But this was, perhaps, too much nostalgia too quickly. And running into a restaurant named the Tree of Idleness was more than I had bargained for.

Adrianna and I had met at a restaurant called the Tree of Idleness in northern Cyprus. She ran her own seaside pool bar west of Kyrenia on the northern Cypriot coast, but her then husband, Jalil, was a musician at both her bar and the Tree of Idleness, and I went to the latter restaurant in Bellapais one evening. I was in my first year following journalism school and was traveling around Europe. I told everyone that I was looking for out-of-the-way vacation places and was compiling a tour book, but I acknowledged to myself that I was hiding.

Jalil wasn’t playing his set when I went into the restaurant. If he had been, I wouldn’t have gone in. The open terrace under a spreading olive tree was nearly empty except for the usual elderly Turkish men, lining the wall in their straw-bottomed chairs, drinking the sludge they called coffee, and ogling all of the pretty girls walking through the Bellapais central square.

There was a girl for me to ogle too. She was sitting alone at a table and looking pensive. I was bold and asked her if I could sit with her while I drank an Efes beer. She was amenable to that. She was a mere wisp of a girl – a young woman, surely, but waiflike, with dark hair in a pixie cut, which made me think of her as a girl. I discovered in chatting her up that she was English. She said that she was there to hear the guitarist who would be playing in a few minutes. I almost left then, the mere mention of a guitar being what I was trying to escape, but the young woman – Adrianna – seemed almost to beg me to stay with the look in her eyes.

Then Jalil, a dark, handsome Turkish Cypriot man, who wasn’t much older than I was and was strongly built, perched on a stool next to the door into the interior of the taverna and began to tune his guitar. Adrianna stopped speaking in midsentence and almost looked frightened when Jalil first appeared. But when Jalil started to play his soft, but insistent, Spanish guitar music, she became mesmerized. So did I for that matter, much to my chagrin.

Jalil was as compelling as his music was. His features were rugged in a way that promised to make him ugly in old age, and he was powerfully built, evoking surprise that he was strumming a guitar rather than working on a fishing boat. But he was beautiful now, and there was a sensuality in what he played and how he played it that seemed to hold Adrianna in thrall. It did me, certainly.

When he’d finished his first set, he came over to the table and demanded – I can’t say asked, as it certainly seemed like a demand – that Adrianna tell him who I was. She introduced us and then, almost immediately, said she’d have to leave. I started to rise when she did, but Jalil asked, almost with a pout, if I wasn’t going to stay to listen to his next set, which would be his last for the evening. As compelled as I was to do so, I would have said no, but Adrianna insisted that I do so as well.

The music of his concluding set was so compelling and sensual that I almost couldn’t speak when he finished and came back to my table.

“You seemed to enjoy that,” he said, with a smile.

“Yes, it was incredible,” I answered.

“I watched you as I was playing. It enhanced my playing, I think,” he said in a low, hoarse voice. “It was almost like having sex, wasn’t it?”

“Yes,” I murmured in answer. It was exactly like that. That’s what I was hiding from, and that’s why I probably should have left as soon as he started playing.

“That was my last set, but there is more that I’d like to play for you. I live on the coast, down west of Kyrenia, but I have a room here too, above the taverna. Will you come with me?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said, instinctively knowing what he was asking of me.

And then in a lower-register voice, his eyes drilling into mine, and his fingers lightly brushing the hair on my forearm, causing chills to go up my spine. “And will you come for me?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

Later Jalil told me about the pool bar on the Mediterranean coast that he and his English wife, Adrianna – he only told me they were married after he’d fucked me – ran, and he invited me to move in with them and use the bar as a base to do my tour book research.

I accepted. I knew it was a mistake to do so, and perhaps if he didn’t play the guitar so divinely . . .

Once I’d moved into the pool bar house, I found that Jalil was often drunk and, when so, was a brutal, rough lover. I could take it – in fact I rather enjoyed being taken totally and roughly and slapped around a bit. But he fucked his wife this way too.

In time, after she’d been brutally assaulted in the night after the pool had closed down and I had to sit in my room and listen to his taking of her – knowing exactly how it felt to be grabbed and slapped and forced down under him on the bed and have my legs forced open and the hardness of him thrust up inside me and the plowing start as he choked the breath out of me – I could not ignore it anymore. I never reached the stage of trying to intervene. We were in his country, with its traditional laws. She was English and I was American, and she was his wife – almost his possession, in Turkish terms. And as long as he played his guitar for me, I was virtually his possession as well.

But later, after he’d left her sobbing to go drink himself further into a stupor, I’d come to her room and comfort her and tend to her bruises. In time, comforting her included giving her the gentle fuck that her husband wouldn’t give her.

All the time he was fucking me too. When he found out that I was fucking Adrianna, we had to flee him and northern Cyprus. We went to London, where I wrote and she worked in a pub. We married when her divorce from Jalil went into effect, and we returned to Cyprus – this time to the Greek side – where we opened a small boutique hotel and taverna on the southern coast, near Limmasol. It did well – and my travel writings were doing well also. When Adrianna contracted breast cancer, we owned and operated a larger boutique hotel in the Lake District of England.

It took Adrianna two horrible years to die. I sold the hotel and went wandering, enabled to do so because writing about this was my bread and butter. But in my wanderings I found I was both seeking and hiding from something – something that I now was free to do, but that I still thought was wrong for me to do.

My wanderings and search for places Adrianna and I had been happy brought me back to Greek Cyprus. I was lodged at the Nicosia Hilton now, in the interior capitol of Cyprus. Restlessness had sent me walking in an ever-enlarged circle around the hotel. And that was what brought me to the taverna, on the small side street, named the Tree of Idleness, just as the taverna on the square in Bellapais on the Turkish side had been named.

I was still deep in reverie when the music began. The guitarist hadn’t come out to the patio under the olive tree. He sat on a stool inside the taverna, which was really used only in the colder winter months, so he was the only one inside. It was dusk and he was under a spotlight, though, so he was hard to miss. He was playing Antonio Carlos Jobim’s “Corcovado,” which had been one of my favorites in college when I heard Cat Ralston play it.

I couldn’t leave now. I was a prisoner to the music – and to the guitarist. He was considerably older than I was, maybe forty-five or so, of medium height, but he was hard-bodied in a sinewy way and with rugged features that showed wear and tear but, when put together, exuded power and sensuality. I couldn’t help myself, I was already thinking of him as a lover and wondering if he’d be gentle or rough – was he long, thick? Jalil was both.

I shook my head. What was I thinking. Just because he played the guitar divinely and was sensual looking didn’t put us in bed together. I’d finished the sheftalia and nearly finished the Palamino. But suddenly I knew I couldn’t leave – at least not until he finished for the evening and left. When the waiter came by, I ordered a brandy. He didn’t care how long I stayed. When Greeks came to a taverna at night, they were in for the night.

There was something about the guitarist that wasn’t completely Greek. If he were in the movies, he’d play a gangster part or the grizzled cowboy, long experienced to the hard life of a ranch.

When he finished the set and left the little platform he’d been sitting on and disappeared into the back of the taverna, I felt like I’d been in a trance. For the first time I noticed that there were CDs on the tables. On the front was a photo of the guitarist, set half in shadows. A black-and-white shot. It only added to the rugged sensuality of his aura. I looked at the name. Paul D’Alessandro. That wasn’t a Greek name. There was a short bio on the case. He was Cypriot back to the period in which the Genoese owned the island. So he was of mixed Italian and Greek origin. It was a good mix, I thought.

I found myself reading the bio, looking for any evidence that he was married. And then laughing at myself. Jalil had been married and it hadn’t mattered. I had been fucking Adrianna during the same period that Jalil had been fucking me and it didn’t matter. Still I chastised myself for having any fantasy of a hookup with this guitarist. I had foresworn all of that. This was why I was backtracking and trying to capture all of the good times I’d had with Adrianna. I was determined to keep her and what we’d had for seven years firmly in my mind.

“You like the music?”

I looked up sharply. He was standing there at my table, his guitar in his hand.

“Yes, yes, I liked it very much,” I said.

“My name is Paul. Paul D’Alessandro,” he said.

“Yes, I know,” I answered. And then, embarrassed, I pointed at the CD. “Oh, sorry. My name is also Paul. Paul Matisen. A coincidence.”

“Yes, a nice coincidence you come to the Tree of Idleness. You come here before?”

“Yes. No, not this Tree of Idleness.”

“Ah, you have been to the one in Bellapais then.”

“Yes. Years ago. But . . .”

“Yes, I know about the one on the Turkish side. That’s the original one, but it belonged to Greeks. They opened this one on the Greek side when the Turks invaded and pushed the Greeks off their land there.”

“Oh.” I didn’t quite know what to say after that. It naturally was a sore subject with the Greeks who had been dispossessed of their homes and businesses on the Turkish side, much the same as the Turks who had lived on the Greek side of the line experienced.

“No matter what brought you. It’s good you found us. I watched you while I played. It was as if you were spinning on every note.”

“Spanish guitar music does that to me,” I said with a nervous laugh. “It’s so . . . so . . .”

“Sensual?”

“Yes,” I answered in a small voice.

“I could see that in your face as well. That was what I meant by spinning – the thought of you spinning on what I might have for you. I believe it made me play with more feeling.”

I felt I would hyperventilate. I’d heard that line before – the declaration that I made him play with more feeling. That’s what Jalil and said right before he told me he was going to fuck me – and I had almost begged him to.

“Well . . .”

“‘Cocorvado’ is a nice song. But someone like you, I think a bachata in flamenco style is for you.”

“Bachata?” I asked. “Flamenco I’ve heard of.”

“Yes. Something very Latin. Something for lovers. Like Ravel’s ‘Bolero.’ You know ‘Bolero’?”

“Yes, doesn’t everyone?” I said with a catch in my voice.

“I play a bachata in flamenco style for you. For you, I play ‘Mon Amor’ now. Not the famous song by that name. A bachata by that name. One I have often played . . . for a lover.”

“Really, anything you play will be fine,” I answered hurriedly. “I have to leave soon anyway. Your playing has been – “

“And then you come with me, yes? My sets will be over. I have a room nearby. I play just for you. Then I play you, yes? I make sex with you like I make love to my guitar.”

I froze. Before I could say anything, though, he had turned and gone to his high stool and was preparing to play.

The music was mesmerizing. It began slow and the tempo and volume built. I had an insistent, pounding rhythm to it when it got into full swing and it, indeed, was just like the rhythm of the fuck. I found that I was holding my breath and that my hand had gone under the table top to my engorged cock through the thin material of my trousers. His eyes were locked on mine and mine on his and I felt we were having sex as he played. He said he wanted to make sex with me like he was playing the guitar. I watched his fingers caressing and brutalizing the strings of the guitar in term – and that’s what I envisioned him doing with my body. The image was overwhelming.

He reached a crescendo and I couldn’t take any more. I threw bills down on the table, far more than I owed for the food and drink, and stumbled off the patio and onto the street. At the corner of the building, I turned into the darkness, moved behind a thick stand of bougainvillea winding up a trellis, unzipped, and barely got my cock out when, the clearly heard music reached an even higher, more insistent pitch, and I ejaculated against the stuccoed wall.

I stumbled back to my hotel room, took a shower, and got into the bed naked. Weaving a scene in my mind then with Paul D’Alessandro, I masturbated to another ejaculation and fell into a deep sleep.

* * * *

Jalil wasn’t the one who taught me the sensual effect that classical guitar music – and guitarists – had on me. That had already happened and, in many ways, was what had brought me to Turkish Cyprus to begin with – to hide from myself and my weakness.

I studied journalism at Georgetown University, in Washington, D.C. While there I met a young woman my age who was going to American University and studying Latin American studies. Inez was her name. She had dreams of being in the Foreign Service and serving in South America. Although my dreams weren’t limited to South America, I too wanted to travel the world. She was shy, as was I, but that drew us together, not apart. She was serious in everything she did and wanted to study all aspects of every problem closely. I was just a dumb kid who narcissistically groomed myself to look hot without having any inkling of what the goal of that was. We were contemplating a lasting relationship, and she initiated sex – to ensure, I guess, that I was what she really wanted.

She didn’t say I wasn’t good at it after we’d rather clumsily, I thought, fucked a couple of times. She seemed to remain on track to her goals, one of which was me. I was just going with the flow, assuming that marriage was something you did upon graduating from college – although both of us intended to go on to graduate school and we both had the means and grades to do it.

Another of Inez’s goals was to become a proficient classical guitarist. To that end she was taking lessons from Cat Ralston, who was a quite well-known and well regarded classical guitarist, credited with bringing Brazilian guitar music to the American ear and who owned and played at the Cat’s Meow, a nightclub in the Maryland suburbs of the capital.

The first time I saw and heard Cat Ralston was at a New Year’s Eve party Inez dragged me to at the Cat’s Meow. His music moved me that evening, although he himself didn’t. In keeping with the atmosphere of ringing in the new year, it was crowded in the club and they were a rowdy bunch. They mostly quieted down during the sets that Ralston played, backed up by his brother on the bass. But, although I was fascinated – and felt a little warm – from the music, Inez kept saying that Ralston wasn’t playing his best – that he was irritated by the noise. And, indeed, he scowled through his playing and, Inez said, cut his sets short.

He wasn’t a young man. He was probably pushing fifty and was mostly bald on top, although his arms were muscular. He had a sensitive face, though, which I kept wishing wasn’t set in a scowl. And when he closed his eyes while he was playing, he seemed to soar onto an upper, sensual plain. His fingers were, of course, limber and expressive, and I tried looking at them rather than the irritated frown on his face. I found myself soaring with him, although at the time I connected the buzz I was getting and the urge – which I followed – to feel Inez up while he played to the cheap champagne we were drinking.

Inez, who was clearly disturbed that Ralston was on edge, suggested that we leave early. I was ready to go, because Ralston’s irritation somewhat irritated me too. It was his club. If he didn’t want a boisterous crowd in on New Year’s Eve, he should tailor the deal, I thought. I stopped in an art museum parking lot on the way home – it was already after midnight – and we fucked in the backseat of my Sebring convertible. It was my second most successful performance with Inez ever. I didn’t then connect it with the guitar music, although it was what kept going through my mind while we fucked – mostly Ralston’s rendition of “Corcovado.”

Inez was clearly disturbed that I hadn’t heard or seen Ralston at his best, and as he was like a god to her, she insisted we go back the next weekend, when the crowd would be smaller and would be there solely for him.

She was right. His performance was magnificent that second night, and he clearly was in a much better mood – although he still soared to the heavens by himself while he was playing. I found myself soaring there too, trying to be with him, but content to be somewhere near the same cloud with him. Once when I opened my eyes well after he’d struck the last cord, I saw his eyes on me.

He stopped at our table after that set, which I could understand. Inez had a lesson with him once a week. He sat at our table briefly, asking Inez to introduce me to him.

“You seemed to really feel the music, Paul,” he said.

“Yes. I don’t know what it is about the music, but it makes me feel so . . . so . . .”

“Sensual?” he asked in a low voice.

“Hmm, maybe, I’ll have to think about that.” I was embarrassed. He’d defined the feeling exactly, but I had no idea people were actually permitted to talk like that in polite company.

He and Inez chatted for a few minutes and then, as it was apparent Ralston was about to go on for another set, he turned to me and said, “Do you play an instrument?”

“Piano,” I said.

“Any good at it?”

“I studied it a long time. I guess you’d say I could hold my own doing background at a party.”

“Any interest in taking up guitar?”

“I’ve never thought about it,” I said.

“You could try taking lessons from me. I have a spot open on Thursdays. At 6:00 p.m. Last lesson of the day.”

Inez piped up, “I think there’s now an opening on Tuesday’s right after my lesson. We could come together.”

“I think that slot has filled,” Ralston said. He was looking at me. His eyes were intense, and I thought he was trying to convey something. But I had no idea what it could be.

Of course I accepted. If I was at all good at the guitar – and being able to say I took lessons from Cat Ralston – well, it would be quite a coup.

It was rather curious at the time, but when he played the next set, he didn’t close his eyes and appear to be riding the clouds. He kept his eyes locked on mine. And he played as if he was playing just for me – almost like he was playing me. When my heart began to race on a passage, he pushed it. When I began to tremble and move with the beat, he sped up the rhythm. I was sweating and hard when he finished.

I fucked Inez in the backseat of my Sebring in the nightclub parking lot, not being able to wait. And it was the best of my performances, bringing moans out of Inez I’d never heard before and letting me know exactly when she’d had an orgasm. I couldn’t have positively said she’d even had one before then.

I felt a little tense going into my first guitar lesson with Cat Ralston. We were in an all-black room – black carpeting, black padded walls, black ceiling in a small room off the main nightclub floor. When I later remarked on the blackness to Ralston, he said he played best with no distractions. Remembering his irritation on New Year’s Eve, I could well understand what he was saying. There was a bench and a couple of straight chairs, an ottoman, and a fancy bank of electronic equipment. There were three guitar stands, all with a guitar on them that looked like it probably was priceless.

Ralston came into the room wearing bagging shorts, an Hawaiian shirt unbuttoned to reveal a hairy, beefy chest – not quite fat, more barrel-chested muscle than meat – and open-toed sandals without socks. He was drinking a beer. I would have been surprised except that Inez had warned me that he was eccentric and was prone to dress really casually. On stage it was always a formal white shirt, with the top three buttons unbuttoned to reveal a gold medallion nestled in curly chest hair, black trousers, and black dress shoes.

“Today, you get a feel for the guitar,” he said. “Here, you sit straddling the bench, forward please. I’ll be sitting behind you. You will be playing with your fingers, but I’ll be doing all of the playing. My method is to show how to place your fingers for the wanted sound by the feel of it.”

“OK,” I thought, although I was on edge, nervous. I assumed that was natural the first time, though. Still, I gave a little shudder when, with guitar in hand, he straddled the bench too and sat close behind me. His arms came around my shoulders and the guitar was in front of me.

“Here, put this hand here – with this finger there and those on these strings. And the fingers of the other hands here. Yes, that’s right. You’re trembling. Don’t feel embarrassed. I do this with all of the new students.”

He was holding me close; how couldn’t I feel embarrassed. I could feel the hardness of his cock at the small of my back, for god sake. Or was it hard? I couldn’t tell, and why would it be hard?

He placed his fingers on mine and he guided them through a few scales and then a few simple nursery rhyme tunes. I felt like I was fumbling under his guidance, but he told me I was doing fine.

“Now something at the other end of the scale,” he whispered. “Just so you can feel what a moving tune feels like.”

The tune was sensual, starting off slow and picking up speed. “And this interval part. Notice it uses only one hand.”

While using only one hand for this demonstration, though, he was unbuttoning my shirt with the other and running his hand from my chest down to my belly. I was breathing hard and had my eyes tightly shut, dancing slowly on that cloud. I guess I knew what he was doing, but I was too much into the music – and the effect the music was having one me – to object. And when I didn’t object, Ralston moved his hand on down to my basket.

“You’re hard. You truly know what this music is for, don’t you? This is the music of the fuck. So, we will fuck now.”

I whimpered, unable to form words. He was right. I was under the spell of the music. The thought raced across my mind that the two times I thought I’d fucked Inez well, it really was because of the music.

He put the guitar aside, but there was still music. It was still Ralston playing the guitar – this sensual song. But it was coming out of loudspeakers now. It had started back at the slower part at the beginning.

With his arms still around me, he unbuckled my belt and unzipped my trousers. His chin was on my shoulder. His hand was on my cock. He stroked me to the increasing beat of the music. I watched the movement of his toes in his sandals. The man had perfect rhythm. Even his toes scrunched and expanded right on the beat of the music and his stroking of my cock. When I ejaculated, he kissed me on the neck and murmured. “Very good. Very musical. Right to the beat.”

I was confused. It was him keeping the beat. I did nothing but not fight him. In contemplating my confusion, I had to ask him to repeat his next direction.

“Slip off your trousers and briefs, please. I will fuck you now.”

I moaned but did as he commanded. He grabbed hold of my hips and pulled me back on the bench. Then with the palm of his hand in the center of my back, he pushed my chest down onto the bench, and I felt the bulb of his cock at my hole.

“Concentrate on the music,” he murmured. And I did so, but I sobbed and whimpered and grabbed the legs of the bench in a white-knuckled grasp as he worked his cock inside me. When he was all inside, he paused and his heavy breathing was matching the rhythm of my panting.

“Superb,” he muttered. And then I heard the music start all of the way over again.

“Belly on top of the ottoman over there,” he whispered.

He pulled out of me and, like an automaton, I struggled over to the ottoman and laid down on it on my belly, with my arms and legs spread wide and my head hanging over the top.

I gasped as he entered me again, able to get in deeper in this position.

“Concentrate on the music,” he murmured. And, again, I did. He fucked me in rhythm to the music. As it accelerated in speed and intensity, so did he. He kept commanding, “Yes, yes, good. The music. Perfection. Concentrate on the music.”

I grabbed at the carpeting with my fists, dug my toes in, took a fold of material from the side of the ottoman in my mouth, and chomped down to avoid screaming. But most of my attention went to where it was directed – reveling in how Ralston’s cock was able to keep perfect time with the increasing beat of the recording.

He ejaculated at the height of the music.

“Supremo,” he exclaimed. “You can feel the rhythm and you can now play with passion. The lesson is over; I’ll see you again next Thursday afternoon.”

I had only three lessons before I pulled myself away from Ralston’s clutches, during which I learned little of how to play the guitar but much of what a man could do with another man. I also cut it off with Inez soon thereafter. I had enjoyed being fucked by Ralston far more than I had enjoyed fucking Inez.

As soon as I graduated, I was on a plane to Europe to start my grand journalist experience. Luckily I had the means to do so.

What I was to find out, however, was that I didn’t have the means to resist classical guitar music and guitarists.

* * * *

I arrived at the Tree of Idleness and took a quick look around, but I didn’t see Paul D’Alessandro anywhere. I turned to leave, but there he was, carrying a net bag with a few provisions in it.

“I knew you’d come back,” he said with a smile. “I do not play tonight. It is one of my off days. I live up there, though,” he continued, pointing to the two stories of flats above the restaurant. “You come with me?”

“Yes,” I answered, the guitar music already starting in my head and my mind going back to that other Tree of Idleness and that other guitar player. I was prepared for him to then say, “And you come for me?” as Jalil had done. But he didn’t. He was more direct than that.

“And I fuck you, yes?”

“Yes.”

“You stay the night, and I fuck you all night?”

“If you wish,” I answered.

“Do you wish?”

“Yes . . . I think so.”

We sucked each other off as we slowly undressed, discovering each other’s bodies. Me in awe and a little frightened of the size and thickness of him – but quickly in heat over the hardness of his body, sinewy and lithe, not an ounce of fat, the muscles well defined and the veins popping out on his arms with no layers of fat to go through. His legs were strong. I suddenly felt I knew what “all night” was – that he could go all night.

“Where? The bed?” I asked, motioning to a twin bed in the corner of his studio room.

“Not the first time,” he said. He moved a straight chair with arms in front of a full length mirror on the wall next to the entrance into his kitchenette. He opened a closet door half way across the room. Another full length mirror was on the inside of the door. I could see that being positioned at the chair would mean that much of what happened between the mirrors could be seen in the mirrors. This alone made me tremble.

“Lean into the chair,” he said. “Your hands on the arms of the chair, legs spread, please.”

When I did so, I could see that I was able to use the mirrors to watch what was happening both at my front and at my back. D’Alessandro knelt behind me. I felt my butt cheeks being parted and then his tongue at my hole. I watched a hand come between my legs and take my cock and he was milking me while he tongued my hole. Occasionally he’d let loose of my cock and give my balls attention. And periodically he also pulled my cock back through my legs and gave it suck.

I sighed, enjoying the view and the sensations and the buildup of it. This was what Jalil never did. There was no buildup. This had me in heaven – well, almost heaven. Why had I been resisting this, I wondered. I can’t believe that Adrianna would object. She had known that Jalil was fucking us both. Was it just that the experience with Ralston and then Jalil had been so traumatic.

I came in a flow that was more calming than explosive. Paul laughed and took my cock in his mouth and cleaned it off. He bounced up and went over to the counter dividing the kitchen from the main room.

“Five,” he said, counting out the condom packets on the counter. “I like your body. It gives me so many ideas. I wonder if this is enough.”

“I have more in my trousers,” I said.

“So, you knew.”

“I had hoped,” I said. He laughed and rolled a condom on his cock, which was looking both formidable and mighty proud. As he moved to me and put his hands on my hips, I murmured, “Music. Could we have music? Your music, please.”

“So you want to fuck to music, do you?”

“Always.”

“And mine? Nice that you want it to be mine. I’ll give you extra good fuck for that. And good music too. The flamenco style of bachata I told you of. Good fuck music. The song ‘Mon Amor.’ I’ll put that on.”

The music started and he was close behind me again. During the initial, soft part, he entered me, slowly and deeply, while I took heavy breaths and groaned and set myself rigid.

“Relax,” he whispered in my ear. “Just relax. I have far to go yet and I want to take you fully. Just relax. I’ll make sure you don’t fall.” He moved a strong, broad hand to my belly and palmed me there, giving me support. He was holding the root of his cock with his other hand, rotating it in my channel, helping me to open to him, pulling deep groans out me, flying me to heaven.

When he had bottomed, he just held me there, both of us panting, waiting for I knew not what.

And then I understood. The music moved into the passage where the beat picked up and the music became more insistent, louder.

My belly still palmed with one hand, he cupped my chin with the other and arched my back to him. And then, right on the beat, he began to pump me, faster and faster, right with the music, bottoming deep on the down beat, pistoning me while I moaned and grunted and cried out to him on how high I was flying, one with both him and the music.

Before the music ended, with both of us ejaculating simultaneously, I realized that this was exactly the same song that Cal Ralston had first fucked me to.

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“They’re finally ready… Cody, Ryan

and Leo”, The Scientist replied, making some notes briefly on his

clipboard, and then asked, “But where will you keep all three clones, Sir?”

“An Island”, I answered, “A little one just off

Maldives… Tell me, Doctor, why did you need so many of my pictures, a video

of me, and even a sample of my DNA? How am I a part of their creation?”

“We factored it all in. The technical details are rather

tedious to outline. But in the process of manufacturing these boys for you, we

had to give them each a personality. Since they were made to be already 18 years of age, they also needed predefined preferences. We’ve done

many things. As you requested, we increased their sexual receptiveness. In

addition, we genetically engineered them to be absolutely sexually attracted to

you”, he replied.

“Made it their official job to love me”, I said softly to

myself as we walked into the room in which the boys were about to wake for the

first time.

It was less a ward, more a bedroom. It was actually a

pick-up room. I felt as if I’m going to buy a brand new car straight off the

showroom. Three in fact. The room smelled sweet. Thin rays of sunlight were

everywhere. It was probably the closest I’d ever get to the feeling of entering

a heaven for the first time. And there they were. My three wishes… Asleep.

Cuddled up together on the bed in white oversized t-shirts and shorts. Their

legs, arms and slender bodies curled in and out, delicately wrapping around

each other. They looked so perfect, comfortable and complete. The sight of the

boys together felt like a never-ending foundation of layers and layers of boys,

like decadent layers of moist sponge cake and double-thick cream blending

carefully together.

“When will they wake-up?” I asked impatiently with my heart doing a break-dance in my chest.

“I thought I’d give you the pleasure… They are your

property after all”, smirked the Scientist as he left, leaving the door to

swing slowly shut behind him…

#TheIsland – Day1

Dinnertime and our table was in the ankle-shallow stretches

of water just off the shore. The waves came in trickles but I could still hear

them breathing. I felt as if the night had blue hues in its colour-palette tonight.

Bright blues stars. Dark blue water. Candlelight. Blues flames. Navy blue

sea-roses in full bloom on the sand. And Ryan… in deep blue swim-briefs.

“Did you know the stars are actually holes, punched thru by

old trapped birds in the black blanket of the night sky?” I asked.

“I thought they were giant balls of flaming gases in space”,

Leo said proudly, “And the ones that burn twice as bright, burn half as

long”

How did they know so much? For clones, they seemed perfectly

natural. And naturally perfect. The four of us spoke and laughed the night

away. But there was always something dark, mysterious and naughty pulling just beneath

the surface of our night. Blue is the colour of lust and obsession after all. (Genetically

Engineered Trait #1: All the boys have heightened sexual receptiveness. They’re

always horny. I could sense this in the little things they said and did)

“True. You’re good” I told Leo and giggled as I ruffled

his hair with my fingers.

“When I’m good, I’m very very good. When I’m bad, I’m

better” he replied with a naughty half-smile.

Cody chased some little blue moon-fish with his feet in

the water under his seat. It was as if he was deliberately trying to boast his

beautifully free-flowing legs. What he was doing left him in a rather

provocative position with his legs spread widely on his chair. He smiled cutely

at me and then said quietly, in that smooth-soft voice of his, “Spread me open

slowly. Lick me with your tongue. Dip me in your milk… Damn, Oreos are soooo

good!” He grabbed the Oreo jar

excitedly.

It’s so easy to lose yourself in another world. So easy to

lose control. Like you’re watching yourself from the outside. A story that

writes itself. You forget to track the path of things. They just happen. And

you let them.

Back inside the house and it was far passed any normal bedtime.

Cody was tugging at Ryan’s briefs which started a wrestling match between

the two of them on the bed. Leo was sitting on my lap facing me. Like a little brother. But we both knew he wasn’t.

Amidst all the noise, screaming and laughing, Leo’s smile

suddenly faded to seriousness, and he whispered in my ear, “I want you to fuck

me so hard”

There was a tingle on my ear where Leo’s lips gently

brushed me as he said it. I almost didn’t notice that Cody and Ryan weren’t

wrestling anymore. They suddenly grow quiet too. Were they kissing? When I

finally looked directly at them, they appeared to be biting each other’s lips

out. It looked cruel. It looked passionate. And I could tell they were having a

wickedly fun time.

“Sorry I left a bite mark… I tried not to bite that hard”

said Ryan to Cody looking completely guilty and super-cute.

#Waterbed

A huge cumulative energy just burst forth. I didn’t even get

time to think about it. There was just too much happening. I was hypnotised by

Leo’s blue eyes, distracted by Ryan’s green ones but in love with the

sheer purity of Cody’s hazel ones. There seemed to be eyes like laser-beams

all over the place. And so were there ripped clothes and pillows littered like

snow and ice.

Everything had been cloaked in sensuousness to the point

where details seemed fuzzy and languid. We were pressed up against each other.

Naked skin on skin. It felt so refreshing. All at once I felt them around me.

Cool parts then warm. All that silky flesh. Moving and exploring. Kissing and

biting. Inside me, outside me and all over. Unable to distinguish one boy from

the other in the ecstasy of just being swallowed in a soft cocoon of all three

of them. They felt firm and defined as if they had been regular athletes all

their lives. At the same time they had skin as soft as babies’. Their bodies

felt so new. Skin tone in complete balance. Not a mark, not a crease. Entirely

and absolutely perfect. We’re sensual beings. We love that.

Then there was this moment in which I was lying on my back

and all of their hands were exploring my raging hard-on. My cock was lost in

this consuming mound of six of the prettiest hands ever. They acted like the

animals they always tried to hide. Then their warm and wet mouths were

suctioned on my cock, lips and tongues in a thousand overlapping paths about it.

But the sexiest feeling was my cock being rubbed by all six of their gorgeous

young feet at once. Their feet had stunning natural sensuality. My cock was

sliding between smooth ankles and high arches. Their feet were so perfectly boyish

but also so soft and silky – they were literally new, barely used.

There were bright capsules of light burning

in Cody’s eyes. He looked so cute when he was horny that I just couldn’t

ignore him – My dream wrapped in a wish. I wanted him so bad. And to keep him. He

was so slim and exquisite. His gorgeousness was indescribable. Deliciously-looking pink nipples. Sun-kissed curvatures and crevices. He was just covered in hotspots of fuckability. The greatest shocker was Cody’s cock (Genetically Engineered Trait #2: Cody has

a monster cock. It’s the longest cock I’ve ever seen! Especially for an

18-year-old. Many large cocks come at a price of obscurity, but not Cody’s.

His cock was of amazingly balanced shape. It didn’t look clumsily big. It

looked agile and athletically big. Like something only fault-free robots in a

production-line could construct)

“Touch me there”, Cody whispered. His voice made me

shiver. Those words sent a strong answering pulse through my body. His tongue

curled around syllables that weren’t there, like a promise.

I felt his cock with my fingers. His whole body jerked at my

first touch, and he closed his eyes. Its smoothness. Its power… He was

moaning slightly in my ears. I pressed it, poked it and wanked it until it

leaked. It was so hot and slippery. He was biting his bottom lip the entire

time. Just looking at those angelically-crafted lips made me just want shove my

cock down his throat. I continued to rub its pre-cum over his cock-head and then

sucked it dry. He was trembling all over. I never expected to want to suck him more and

more.

“You’re delicious! I can’t resist” I moaned out before I

rubbed his cock-tip into every corner of my mouth and throat. That skin was

electric to the inside of my mouth. I licked him like a cherry lollipop. It

needed so little force to just slide through. To just glide into. (Genetically

Engineered Trait #3: All the boys leak sweet pre-cum. The taste is addictive.

It reminds me of exotic litchis with a subtle hint of lime)

“Mmmmmmmmmm…. yeaaaaaaahhhhhh…. suck that up” he hummed

out.

And then his cock grew longer in my mouth! (Genetically

Engineered trait #4: Cody can voluntarily change the length of his dick at

will. He can grow it longer and thicker within a second or two. It’s a

priceless sight to watch it grow and adjust – it looks fucking sexy! Like a

superpower. It’s a wonder how it works. What a system this boy is)

I found his mouth with mine and kissed him. He pulled away

and smiled victoriously. There was something both frustrating and madly

arousing about that. His restraint made something burn low and deep in my

belly. And then his mouth, Oh God his sexy mouth. We kissed again and every now

and then he’d pull away just a little, just enough to make me want to drag him

back, before getting a teasing lick with that perfect curling tongue of his. It

set all the nerve endings in my upper lip on fire. And then our mouths truly locked.

(Genetically Engineered trait #5: Cody’s tongue is like a fucking anaconda! I

loved the feeling of it invading my mouth. I broke the kiss and bit his juicy

pink boy-lips while I pulled out his tongue with my fingers. I loved the way it

slithered and tickled me)

Then I slowly sank down my cock into his mouth and his

tongue wrapped around it, swirling and twisting around it coupled with the

motion of his head sliding up and down. I had my fingers through his hair. I

couldn’t believe that sight in front of me, bowed down to my fuck-stick with

his butt angled high. I positioned his neck straight and then forced my cock

all the way down his throat. He didn’t even gag, but I could feel his throat

muscles contracting around my cock as I entered them. While I was fucking

Cody’s mouth, Leo had snuck under me, had his mouth attached to my balls

and massaged them with his tongue as his little nose rubbed the base of my

dick. What a combo.

Ryan looked like a little puppy yearning for attention.

His long Spanish-boy hair was covering his eyes but I could still see those

slivers of green burning with lust. Ryan has the slickest 18-year-old body on

the planet. He had the smoothness and flow of a girl, with the athletic feel of

a young man. If you look closely you can spot smooth natural abs on the hugging

wings of his torso – It’s something

you’d want to make your pillow for life. Those dimples and smile were simply irresistible.

And his neck, oh his neck was so succulent and tantalising with its intricate neckline,

patterns of delicate boy muscles and just valleys of pure silkiness. I dug my

teeth into it again and again until it bled, while I pressed the length of my

cock up against his and dry-fucked him. His erection was of impressive

proportions.

I loved Ryan’s

bellybutton – it blended in so cutely on his taught tummy. It was so cute that

it frustrated me. I tried to bite the sides of it, but my teeth couldn’t find a

grip. Its delicious puppy-like smell was driving me insane too. How

appropriate. Ryan giggled as I tried and tried. He arched his back to push

his tummy out to give me better access but it barely helped. Then I stuck my

tongue in (Genetically Engineered Trait #6: Ryan’s bellybutton is fuckable! I

don’t understand how)

I stuck a finger into his bellybutton. Then another. Ryan

was holding my hand as I fingered him, as if unsure whether to stop me or force

me in harder. He was looking down at what I was doing and his head angled in so

cutely. A trickle of moisture was leaking from his cock. I couldn’t resist it

any longer. I lifted myself up on my knees and guided my cock in. It was a bit

of an intense squeeze. But then my cock was all the way inside Ryan’s tight

wet bellybutton and I was fucking that hot taught abs and smooth tummy of his. Its

slipperiness was making me go all funny inside. His slick hard dick bobbed up and

down as I fucked in and out. The whole scene blew my mind. It looked so awesome.

“Awww… That. AHH!! Tickles!!! But it feeels… AWWWW!!!

SOOO GOOOD!! UHHH! AHHHWW!!!” moaned

Ryan through wet smacks of penetration, with his green eyes rolling back in

his head.

“I was going to fuck this boy” I thought, now that I had

gotten the taste of actual fucking and I could barely stop. I pulled out of

Ryan and he looked like someone had just cut off his air-supply.

“You are so perfect” I whispered.

“I need you to really fuck me now” he pleaded desperately in

his childish voice. A look of cute seriousness on his face.

I turned him around

and shoved my cock all the way up his cute bubble-butt all in one quick

movement. He yelped. It literally echoed. My dick in his ass felt so good, like

every feeling in my body was focused and concentrated in my cock. My thrusts

grew faster and harder. Ryan’s screams grew urgent and louder. As if fucking

him till he taps out.

“OH YEAH!!! OH YEAH!!! FUCK ME!!! FUCK ME!!!

OHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! ” screamed Ryan. His voice now sounded like molten

metal. As if he had something thick at the back of his throat and it was making

him sound deeper and richer than he actually was.

His screams were drowned out as Cody pushed his mighty

dick down Ryan’s throat. I could see the valleys of Ryan’s neck twist,

struggle and widen as Cody fucked all the way down inside of it. Cody’s

cocktip probably entered Ryan’s stomach, if my mind measured correctly. And

so Cody and I were both fucking either opening of Ryan’s single love-canal.

Ryan was skewered and almost suspended a bit in the air by our cocks. It was

just raw hard sweaty pumping. After a few minutes of fucking I remembered

something (Genetically Engineered Trait #7: Ryan has a tight asshole, but it

can also stretch to accommodate almost anything)

We pulled out of Ryan. I just took a second to recognise

what was happening. I thought about how much I just can’t wait to fuck him

again. The curve where his butt ends and his thigh begins looked so slick. And

his lovely legs. The cute tendons at the backs of his knees. I loved the

control I had over it all. I started at his legs and kissed him moving up to

the inner sides of his thighs, and wriggled my tongue all along his

newly-fucked cunt. I stuck four fingers into his cunt. And then I pushed

harder. Cody realised what I was doing and he pushed my back to contribute to

the force. Ryan reached out and pulled me inside him. In one sudden gulping

sound, I succeeded in shoving my entire hand up Ryan’s cunt. At the same time

Ryan screamed so loudly it made my ears ring.

“AAUGH!! AWWWW!!! UUUUUGGGHH!!!! AWW MY ASS!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!”

screeched Ryan, his voice like a rolling wave.

I’d never imagined I’d be fisting an 18-year-old kid. I

continued sliding my arm up his hole. Ryan’s entire body jerked and vibrated

with each inch I etched further in. It was so wet and warm inside. What an

indescribable feeling. Then I started fucking my arm in and out of him. He

couldn’t keep in his screams. I loved the look of it. The sight of my entire

arm getting swallowed and then Ryan’s screams and reaction of pain and ecstasy,

and the way his anus stretched inwards and outwards with each thrust. Cody

brought his face up close to the action, and rubbed a finger along Ryan’s

hole as it stretched wildly. He even poked a finger into it against my arm.

This time when I pulled right out of Ryan, his anus was a

gaping hole. But it was perfectly round with smooth lips for edges and, like

everything about this boy, it looked fucking incredible.

Cody was then sucking Leo’s dick, flicking his tongue

on its head as they both moaned so hard that I admit it made me sort of jealous.

I broke them up and pinned Leo down. I stared down those burning eyes. He

was so beautiful. I could feel his breath stirring against my lips. I was

holding his wrists. Those perfect chewy 18-year-old hands, and its wild pulse. He was

whimpering. Face-to-face I lifted his little feet up into the air and tickled

the little pillows of his boy-clit with my tongue. I tongue-fucked it for a few

more seconds before I stabbed his asshole with my huge cock. Leo almost

choked on his own scream. My penis only made it half-way up his extremely tight

boy-pussy before I had to force another thrust. Then I began fucking in full

swing. Hard and strong. His feet were up high and I rubbed my face on his

smooth ankles and rested it in his arches as I was slipping my long rod in and

out of him real deep. Nothing could stop me now. His anus swallowed and

re-swallowed my dick with each fuck. (Genetically Engineered Trait #8: Leo’s

anal canal is lined with muscles that massage and literally suck my dick as I

fuck him. I don’t even have to keep fucking. All I have to do is keep my dick

fully submerged in his hole and the inside of his ass will swirl, slide and

move along my cock. His ass would do all the work) But I kept fucking him like

a wild animal, which meant twice the amount of pleasure and intensity on my

cock.

“AHH!! AWW!! AHH!! AWW!! DO ME HARD AND FAST YEEAAAHHHH!!!!!

AHA! YEAH!! AHAA!! FUUUU-UUUUCCC-CCCKKKKK!!!!! OOOHHHHH FUCK!! UHHH!!!

UHHHHH!!!! UHHHHHHH!!!!!!” squealed Leo. Head over heals in love. Legs over

shoulders in lust.

Then I put Leo on his side, legs spread wide up into the

air, stuck my cock back in, and continued the fucking. The hungry clenching of

his pussy lips on my shaft was electrifying. Ryan found his way to the other

side of Leo and then pushed his cock into Leo’s ass with my cock still in

it. Ryan’s cock slid around a bit before he could finally force it into

Leo’s already-full anus. Leo gasped. The two of us fucked him like that

for a few minutes before Cody joined. He pushed his monster cock between my

cock and Ryan’s. Cody’s huge cock went further up Leo’s ass than both

mine and Ryan’s could go. I thought Leo’s ass would probably rip apart by

now. But it sustained all three cocks! There might as well have been a smell of

burning rubber. And it felt like the muscles in his cunt were trying to milk us

dry. We fucked in unison. Our moans marked each thrust, so we wouldn’t miss the

mark and break our rhythm:

Me: AWW! AWW! AWW! AWW! AWW!

Ryan: AHH! AHH! AHH! AHH! AHH!

Cody: UHH! UHH! UHH! UHH! UHH!

Leo: AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!

Our moans blended together to create this massive wall of

sound. Almost like a song with different layers of sound placed in front of

each other to create the final result.

When we finally pulled out, still none of us had cum yet,

even though we had come close to so many times. My cock felt like a fish out of

water. I turned Leo over and his chest was heaving as if he had just ridden

the most adrenaline-pumping rollercoaster of his life. I pushed my cock forward

so the tip of my cock kissed the tip of his cock. And then I pushed it inside.

(Genetically Engineered Trait #9: Leo has a fuckable dick! His piss-slit

expands to accommodate a cock)

I pushed my cock inside Leo’s cock and resumed my

ferocious fucking. Leo shivered with pleasure. His cock was twice as thick

now because mine was deep inside it. The mushroom head of his cock looked so

different now, and hotter. It was bigger, shiny, taught and his piss-slit

stretched open to receive my cock like a little fairy’s mouth swallowing a

giant’s dick. It was exhilarating. Leo was scream-moaning and his head was

thrown back in lust. I stopped when I realised that I was on the verge of

cumming, and I let Ryan take my place. It wasn’t much longer before Leo himself

was on the verge of cumming.

“Aw! Uhhh!! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum! AAHHH! I”M

CUMMING!!! AWWWWWWWWW!!!! RYYYAAANNNN!!! FUUUUUCKK!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE TAKE YOUR

COCK OUT NOW!! SO MY CUM CAN COME OUT!!! PLEEEEASE!!!” squealed Leo.

Ryan didn’t stop

fucking. Leo was in mind-blowing pain and never-felt-before ecstasy as

Ryan’s cock was blocking his cum from coming out, which had to be forced back

down into Leo’s balls.

“OHHHHH YEAH BABY! I”M CUMMING!!

FUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!” yelled Ryan as he came down into Leo’s

cock. Ryan’s cock spewed out so much of cum that Leo felt as if his balls

were about to burst. Their orgasm lasted for about a full five minutes! After

which Ryan pulled out of Leo. I expected Leo’s cock to explode with

twice the cum, but it didn’t. Not yet at least.

This time, Cody took Ryan’s place. When Cody ground

his true-giant cock down Leo’s cock, Leo almost passed out from the sheer

splitting-volume inside him. He was breathless. Cody could only get half of

his cock in, and kept fucking Leo to that length. I reached in and kissed

Leo on his mouth while he was being fucked. What an experience. His tongue

was like a cat’s tongue and I loved its energy. He tasted sweet, like oranges

and liquid sunshine in my mouth.

“FUCK YEAH!!! AHHHH!!! COME ON BABY!!! OPEN THAT SPHINCTER

FOR ME!!! COME ON BABY!!!” shouted Cody as he began to slam his dick harder

and harder down into Leo’s dick.

What sphincter was he talking about? And then there was a

huge wet sucking noise as Cody managed to shove the entire length of his

massive cock inside of Leo’s! Straight through. So straight in fact, that

the head of Cody’s cock popped out of Leo’s ass on the other side! I loved

the way Leo’s fresh boy-lips of his ass opened to let Cody’s cock emerge

from the inside. Cody penetrated him like this for a while before pulling his

cock completely out. Cody then turned Leo around and inserted his cock

into Leo’s asshole. Again, all the way in, till Cody’s cock popped out of

Leo’s cock piss-slit on the other side! I couldn’t even begin to fathom how

these boys were designed. Leo let out this growling sci-fi howl. I looked at

Leo’s cute cock. At first it looked completely normal, curled slightly

upwards, and then it began to expand from the bottom as Cody’s cock pushed its

way up through it, straightening it out, all the way until the head expanded

and Cody’s cock-head finally emerged from Leo’s piss-slit. This cycle

repeated with each of Cody’s thrusts. It looked so fucking hot, so insane and

spectacular that I almost came by just looking at it. If you have never before

seen it, you can’t possibly imagine how great it looks.

Cody’s asshole was puckering in and out in front of my

eyes as he worked in and out of Leo’s. I was so overcome by the cumulative

impact of that moment that I moved over behind Cody and rammed my cock up his

butt as he fucked Leo’s.

“Your ass is mine!” I whispered loudly into Cody’s ear.

At the same time Ryan positioned his ass in front of

Leo’s cock and pushed back and forth, fucking Leo’s cock in and out of

his bubble-butt, bouncing on his dick. Since Leo’s cock had Cody’s inside

it with every alternate second, Ryan had the equivalent of two cocks up his

ass.

And so all four of us were knelt in a line fucking each

other for the rest of the night. And then in some positions we even made up. Only

then were we all truly connected. I could feel all the vibrations from all our

thrusts surging through my body, and no words can describe the thrill of that

feeling. I loved to end it this way. My cock up Cody’s ass the ordinary way.

The most basic way. Buried deep inside him. It felt just as incredible as any

other feeling that night. I had one hand dug into his thigh, the other fondling

his stiff nipples, and my teeth sunk into the bottom of his neck that spread

out slenderly to his shoulders. I was slamming and pumping my hardest.

“OHHH GOD!!! WOW!! AWWWW!! MMMMMM!!!! FUUUCKKK!!! UH-HUH!! SHUH!!

FUUCKKK ME LIKE AN ANIMAL!!! NNNNNNH!! UHHHHH!!! UHHHHH!! AHHHHH!!! AAAHHHH!!

UUHHHOOOHHH!!! OHHHHH YEEEAAAHHH GIVE IT TOOO MEEEEEEEE!!!!!” howled Cody,

being fucked and fucking at the same time.

Then I felt something deep in Cody’s ass connect onto my

cock. Like Cody’s inner mobile nerve endings latched onto mine. And then my

mind went blank, as I was taken over by sexual seizure. I gushed load upon load

of warm cum up Cody’s ass. Cody came at exactly the same time. I realised

that his body had connected the occurrence of our orgasms, and made them last

forever! Well, for a full five minutes at least. I pounded every single drop of

cum into him. And at that same time too, Leo came what seemed like gallons

of accumulated cum up Ryan’s ass, and Ryan came for the second time that

night. All of us were screaming in pleasure. Poor Ryan was probably left with

more cum crammed up inside him than any other boy in history. And this was

probably the strongest waterbed in existence. We lay that way for a while,

breathing together, watching the shadows flicker over the walls and each

others’ faces. Listening to the rain rattle against the glass. The marine fish were

still swimming in the waterbed. Ryan played with a wet strand of Cody’s

hair, wrapping it around his finger. I felt something moving between us, like

light or heat, growing with every breath.

When I finally woke up the next morning, I had a smile on my

face. Still too tired to move. I

realised the boys had already woken up before me. I double checked by looking

around just to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. Indeed I wasn’t. There was once the

most amazing night ever, and I’m one of the four only people to have

experienced it. My mind was scattered with random flashbacks, right to the

beginning, and even what Leo said was on repeat in my head: “And the ones

that burn twice as bright, burn half as long”

Ryan walked in. He looked even cuter and radiant in the

daylight.

But he looked worried.

“What’s wrong baby?” my smile faded as I asked.

“I think there’s something they forgot to tell you…” he

managed to mumble out.

“What do you mean?” I asked as I stood up slowly.

His gorgeous eyes fluttered nervously. He looked away from

me to the floor and then said “Well, because… One of us… is pregnant”

Genetically Engineered Trait #10…

The End.

Author’s End Note:

“Dear Johan, Thank you for showing me absurdity”

“Dear Reader, The absurdity is all mine”

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I felt myself dissolving. Darkness. A thought. A wish. A vision. A flash. And there… Madrid. Spain. Midnight. I’m actually here. Finally. I’m standing in this street. This very street. Near the driveway that leads up to Tate’s House. I can’t believe it. I need to savour it. This moment of reckoning… Grey rays of pale moonlight filtered through the trees that were being battered and blown in the fierce wind. A storm. But I felt none of it. I felt as if I’m floating in a breezeless street. Calm. Focused. And weightless.

“Come with me”, said the reaper standing next to me. His voice was calm and crisp, as if there was no whistling wind, no thunderous hum around us.

“I have unfinished business here”, I replied faintly.

“You’re just a shade. A ghost. There’s nothing left for you here. No one will notice you anymore”, he continued.

“Oh I know I’m dead. But it’s about how. So young. So unfulfilled. I left. I died obsessed and madly in love with the boy who lives in that house over there. Right there. He never even knew I existed. But I had these extreme feelings. The bits and pieces I never bothered to put into words. It’s so powerful, what I feel. That’s why I believe my actions still have meaning. I know he will feel me. I just know…”

I took a deep breath, of nothing. I felt a thumping in my chest – a ghostly fake heart. I was so excited. And I began my final and longest journey alone. I started walking. Kept my pace. I walked up the driveway, through the walls of the house. Inside. Searching every room. So far, empty. No one home. I started feeling sad, worried, in the darkness it seemed as if some great bird had flown over and swept away what once lived here, with the shadow of its wing. But wait. Can you feel that? I entered the last bedroom on the left. There’s an energy. So much life. The bedroom lights were off, and something lay lightly in the shadowed valleys of sheets on the bed, in blissful slumber. In nothing but boxers, there lay my prize of love for one single night, in a lifetime. Despite all his fame and all his power, Tate looked so vulnerable and delicate here, just like any other 18-year old boy, obeying the rules of sleep and bedtime.

I switched on the digital video camera and put it down on the side of the bed focused on Tate. Then I climbed on top of him. I touched his face. The softest. I felt his breath on my fingers. Like a countdown. Calm breathing of ocean waves. Stop. I ripped off his deep blue boxers with a supernatural force I didn’t know I had. I barely had time to get a good look at his dick before he woke, began kicking and screaming. I pinned him down. I loved the sheer male power of him. Like a real thoroughbred colt he fought, struggling, punching me off wildly. But it made no difference. It all just went straight threw me. I was invisible to him. And his eyes, oh those gorgeous icy blue eyes, they were so confused, so frightened.

I let him go, just to see what he would do. He ran for the door, only to find it locked without a key, then to the burglar-barred windows which, for some supernatural reason, couldn’t even be opened, couldn’t be broken. “HELP ME SOMEBODY!” he shouted, “Mum! Dad. Help me…”. I kept the camera focused on him, on his soft perfect cock, and on his taught bubble butt. I’d never seen such a cute boy-ass. The way it wiggled, just right. The way it was shaped, my dear god, the sheer roundness of it.

I caught him and threw him on his back on the bed. (CameraView: Tate being flung onto the bed by an invisible force). He felt my every touch. I held him down 100% naked on the bed under me. He looked up, tears rolling down his face. “Tate… Calm down baby”, I whispered in his ear, and from the reaction on his face, I knew he heard me. He looked so beautiful – the best example of how every young man should be. So energetic, so fresh. I craved his mouth, his voice, his hair. I picked his legs up into the air, exposing his slim ass to the camera. I almost melted at how hot he looked. I drew circles on his sleek thighs and his butt-cheeks with my tongue, marking my path down to his hole. It was so soft there, between the pillows of his ass, so slippery and inviting. Then I dipped my tongue into him. His whole body tensed up. It was so amazing, that control I had over him. I wiggled my tongue to deepen the penetration. It had never been in such a soft place before. I started licking him harder, as if I was sucking for honey. And then came the unexpected. When I looked up, his cock was fully and beautifully erect. Right in front of my face. What a cock. Definitely number one on my top10 list of the slickest things in existence. Perfection. Smooth. Neat. Lollipop-like. Slit like a snake-eye. It was like one of those carved dildos, but better. I just wanted to eat him all up.

I played with it between my fingers and wanked it a bit in its own pre-cum. Tate moaned the entire time, as if he was sharply in pain, but I could tell that it was just him enjoying it, mingled with his fear and intrigue over the unknown. Now he was keeping his legs raised all by himself. I took the head of his penis into my mouth and inserted two fingers into his soft buttery anus at the same time. “OHH FUCK!!! What the fuck is that?? Mmmmm”, he moaned. His cock fitted into my mouth so well, as if it was designed to be sucked. It worked so smoothly, the skin moved so easily, like changing gears on a brand-new Lamborghini. (CameraView: Tate’s legs in the air, his feet arched backwards in ecstasy, his asshole a little open, moving slightly, and his hard dick’s foreskin being sucked back and forth by something invisible, as he moans like a little puppy)

He was humping against my hand, moving his hole against my fingers, pressing his cock back into my mouth, trying to force me to go faster. I noticed he was losing control, so I stopped for a moment. I just left him there on the bed in his peak. I watched him. He looked around, disappointed, embarrassed. He clenched his thighs together and slowly tried to cover his hard-on with his bed-sheet. His mouth was half open. It looked almost hungry for something. I touched his hand. He shivered. I hooked my fingers in-between the spaces of his. So cute and sweaty they were. I kissed and sucked on them lightly. Then I bit on the outer side of his palm. “You bit me”, he half-smiled and said it, that killer-smile. I adored the way his lips moved when he spoke, the curves and dimples at the sides of his mouth, “…What are you?”

“I’m only your biggest fan in the entire world, Tate. And I wish you would love me too. But in my sex fantasy, nobody ever loves me for my mind”, I said softly.

Pause.

He looked around. There was a hint of naughtiness in his expression. Curiosity. Then he moved the sheets off him slowly and leaned forward. I knelt up on the bed and guided his face. He knew what I wanted, because he let his mouth hang open. I pressed the coolness of his young lips against the tip of my cock. I grabbed two fistfuls of his silky hair as my entire stem slid down Tate’s warm throat. I held the camera closer. (CameraView: Tate’s head bobbing up and down, his mouth open in a perfect O-shape, young lips sliding back and forth, the back of his throat expanding intensely as something fucks in and out of it. Vicious slurping noises and only Tate’s cute but stifled moans can be heard)

And then I started gushing. Long jets of liquid started shooting out of my cock down Tate’s throat, and it just didn’t stop. It went on for about five full minutes! It wasn’t cum. Pre-cum maybe. Or ectoplasm. Or ghost piss. Honestly I have no idea what it was, but it felt incredible to have The Tate Riordan milk and drink all of it straight out of my dick. (CameraView: Tate begins gulping something down, his little Adam’s apple vibrates as he struggles to keep up with the drinking. Tate moans frantically. He chokes a little, but something holds his head in place, some liquid leaks out of his mouth)

I gave Tate some time to recover from the rather forceful mouth-fucking. After a few minutes, he began looking rather uncomfortable, then restless, then worried. “Are you there? Something’s wrong, something is seriously wrong with me. It’s what you made me swallow. What did you make me swallow??”, his voice was trembling.

“What’s wrong??”, I asked. I wrapped my arms around him, and pulled him in close.

“I think it’s my prostate. It’s fuckin’ itching. Like extremely insanely. I wish I could reach it, but the itch is fuckin’ inside me!”, he continued.

I placed my hand at his lower tummy soothingly. I loved how the little squares of his natural abs flexed and relaxed according to my touch. He was truly sexy all over, every bit and spot of him. I picked his legs up and rubbed my finger at the entrance of his hole. “Uhhhhhh. Yeahhhhhhh…” came his urgent and vibrating moan. I pushed a finger in. “UHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” he gasped, “Go deeper! The itch is further in!” he trembled out desperately. I put his feet on my chest, and I inserted my cock partially in his hole. He nearly rose off the bed. It was like wedging a knife of need deep inside him. “AWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!” he arched his back. I moved it around until I found the spot, and then I stroked it. “FUCKKK!!! Presss… down more. Yes ahh AHHH YESSS! Almost there…. Yeah OHH HARDER!!! SOOOOO GOOD!!!! MMMMMMMMM!!!! AHHHHHH!!!” he screamed. I couldn’t hold myself back any longer. The time had come for the real fucking to begin. I finally pumped my big thick cock into his wet pussy over and over.

“Damn you’re so fucking tight”, I whined as I felt him wrap up around me, like a flame around a wick. He was shuddering as I thrust and sank into him, with the wild beating of our bodies against each other. Like the wind on the mountains shaking ancient oaks. I leaned forward and kissed him. I licked the corners of his mouth before I stuck my tongue in. Then I was a million light years away, inside of Tate. I was alone. It was just me then and this feeling, which was him. (CameraView: Tate’s cute ass being slammed as he bounces, his anus stretching widely outwards and inwards with each ebb, flow and shudder of his body). Tate was screaming so loudly that he ought to have lost his voice by now. He looked adorable. Dripping. His skin was glowing wet. Dark shadows outlined his magnificent young body. Holding his feet up, I could feel the mad pulse pounding in his lovely ankles. His high-arched feet were so cute stuck up in the air, they looked tense but perfect, like a little lion cub’s big paws preparing to pounce. And oh how he purred, purred and screamed, and screamed some more. His long sexy legs and thick slender thighs strained to my control – they were so lean and hot, with streamline muscular dimples reappearing at every thrust. Definitely from all that soccer he plays. “FUCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKK!! YOU-UU HAV-VV NO-OO IDEA HOW GOOOOD THAT FEEELS!!!! AW! AW! AW! AW! AWW!” he yelled.

We made love in all kinds of positions, with our bodies in all manners of contortions, against the wall, on the floor, on the sofa, as if in mist and in clouds. Next I sat up on the bed and made him sit on me, face to face. He wrapped his lean arms around my neck and his legs around my waist for leverage as he moved up and down, his small boy-vagina swallowing my shaft entirely. I had my face in his neck, that sweet graceful neck, bruised by my kisses, I could feel the beating of his tender throat against mine. “OHHHH TAAAAAYYYYYYTE!!! DON’T STOP! YEAH! UH! UH! UH! UH! UH! UHHHHHHHHHHHH” I moaned, as if wishing someone would hear the thunder of our love echo in the night. Tate’s pretty eyes were fluttering in ecstasy as our bodies mingled, blended, dissolved together, a knot of love , as Tate’s chest slid against mine, sandwiching his drenched cock between our bellies, like on a soft sandy beach where hungry waves rub, bite and lick the sensual shore, riding the tide of passion. (CameraView: Tate sitting upright on something invisible on the bed. Neither his hands nor legs actually touch the bed. It’s as if he floats just above it. It looks like he hugs something to balance as he moves his butt up and down at an incredibly fast pace and howls like a wild animal)

Now I made Tate get on his knees on the bed so that I could bang him doggy-style. He steadied himself on the bed with his arms, back arched and ass up, so I could easily plunge my huge dick all the way inside. By now, Tate’s slender waist and thighs were exhausted and weak from this night of cloud dancing, but it didn’t stop him from still grinding his ass against my cock. I held on to him tight as we rocked and moaned. I bit his adorable ears and the back of his neck leading down to his lightly defined shoulders. His silky hair smelled of mangoes, and it shook seductively as I got into him, shoved into him again and again. It was such a nice place to be, like I had always been there, always should be there, that close to him. “AAAASHHH! WA! AHH! UHH! AWWW! FUCK! FUCK! FUCCKK! FUCK ME!!! UH! DO MY ASS!! ITS! ITS YOURS!!! OOOOOOH!!!”, squealed Tate as I probed and filled him. He put his face down on the pillow but raised his butt provocatively higher for me. I held on to his slithery cock with both my hands to anchor my thrusting, and at the same time, I wanked it. I loved the smooth hard peaks and valleys of his sculpted body and back, his firm muscled ass attached to my cock, consuming it completely, grinding body to body in the cool.

I penetrated him more and more, ripping him open for the entire world to see. I couldn’t get enough. I thought I’d died and gone to heaven, literally fucking like there was no tomorrow. “SO-OO FUCKINN GOOD!! OH YEAH! MMM! UH! UH! UUUHH! UHHHHHH!! AH! AH! AHHH!! AHHHWWW! AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!” screamed Tate, shaking, then trembling, as he came, long spurts of teen cum hitting his tummy, the bed, and my hands. His anus clenched tightly around my cock so hard that it felt as if my cock would become lodged in there forever. The pressure was so wickedly awesome that I burst. I jerked this way and that. It was electric. I blow my load deep inside him while he panted as if on the verge of death. I pushed all my love into him. He felt its hotness travel up him. My most hidden river rose and released. Rippling over and over again, for so long and so much that some of my cum was squirting out of his ass with my cock still stuck in it. Now Tate was totally fucked. (CameraView: Initially Tate bent over on his knees while his anus is being stretched obscenely, the inside of his love canal expands and contracts rhythmically as if something big and invisible is being rapidly plunged in and out of it. His foreskin opens and closes over his throbbing cock while it’s being wanked. Love bites begin to appear from no-where on his neck. Tate screams and cums all over, after which his cock melts into softness. We are then shown the inside of his asshole filling up with more and more of a milky liquid, until it begins overflowing. Tate lies shivering, shaking and panting on the bed until he eventually passes out. The room is a mess. A storm.)

Someone once told me that if you want something too much you’ll never get. They said it’s the first universal truth and that it’s more reliable then both Murphy’s law and Friday the 13th. Nonsense. You can do whatever you want to do, be whoever you want to be, there are no rules to this thing. I connected the video camera to my computer and logged on to my YouTube channel. Video title: “Ghost Of Me”. 10%. 65%. 99%. Upload complete.

The End.

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This is a true story that goes all the way back to the early 80’s. It was also my first gay encounter that changed my life.

My name is Rick and I am a full Italian and all that goes with that. Dark, olive complexion and hairy. From the top of my feet, legs, stomach, chest, arm and face I am covered with hair. Dark, coarse, wiry hair. Thankfully, the hair stops on my butt and doesn’t continue up my back. Some people don’t like all the body hair, but I like it. I love the feel of it on another person’s skin and to rub it when I jerk off. I especially like the way it pokes out of the top of any shirt I wear since it continues up to my neck. At the time, my new wife loved my hair except for my balls. She loved to suck my cock and balls, but hated getting hairs in her mouth. So, I shaved my balls and trimmed my bush to fine stubble.

I’m proud of my body. While I’m not a gym rat, I do work out and like to stay in shape. I played sports in High School and intramural sports in college. Any time someone was getting a game of hoops, baseball, football, soccer…I was ready to play and show off what I got. What I have is about 6′ 2″ of toned, hairy, tanned body. I’m not one of those guys that walk around the locker room naked showing everyone what they have. In fact, I could put them to shame. Through the years, I have learned that my cock is considered to be very big. It’s about 6 ½ inches soft but appears to be very think. A lot of guys in the showers will sneak a second look. While it may be big, it only grows to 8 inches hard. But the width is very impressive. I cannot get my fist around it. And to go with that I have two larger than usual, low, low, low, hanging balls. They are bigger that large eggs and hang down past my dick. I hated wearing jockstraps because there was never enough room for everything I had. Briefs weren’t much better. And if I popped a hard on in briefs or a jockstrap, it was really uncomfortable. I usually went commando until the boxer fad it. Finally, I could wear underwear without being constricted.

It was the end of July in Memphis and a lot had happened in the past few months. I graduated college, got married and managed to get my first real job. My wife had graduated a couple of years before and was getting established in her career. She was being sent to Chicago for a two week training seminar. It would have been nice to take a vacation with her but two reasons did not allow it. Number one was lack of vacation time and number two was lack of money. Her company was a small, family business and they would not send her home during the weekend. It was too far to drive so she decided to stay and shop. Even though we were newlyweds, I was going to enjoy my time apart.

A friend that works a couple of doors suites down from the wife had become friends through our dating years and was truly a good friend. He was moving the first of August and said he needed some help. I had a small pickup and he had a hatchback. Since I had nothing better to do, I agreed to help. He was also in his early 20’s, single, and I figured it could not have accumulated much stuff. A couple of hours and I thought we would be done. Boy was I ever wrong!

Mark lived with his brother and sister-in-law in their partially finished attic. I had been there a couple of times and seen his space which only amounted to a bedroom set, chair, small kitchen table with two chairs and at TV. He said to meet him there at 8:00 to get started. I wanted to start earlier since I knew the Memphis heat would get worse throughout the day.

I arrived at 8:15 and knocked on the door. No one answered. I knocked again, harder. Finally his sister-in-law opened the door. You could tell I woke her up. She said Mark was upstairs and to go get him up. I closed the door behind me and headed up the stairs. I knocked on the door at the top of the stairs and didn’t hear anything. I opened it and said “Mark, You up?” There he was–still asleep in the bed.

He was lying face down in a crumpled mess of covers that were barely covering him. I could see he slept naked since his white, untaned, hairy ass was fully exposed. He rolled over and tried to wake up. As he did, the covers were tented around his dick. I told him I was late, but he needed to get up so we could get started. After a few minutes of him trying wake up, he swung his legs off the far side of the bed and got up. No doubt about it, he was totally naked. He staggered over to the corner of the room where a bathroom would be someday. Either he or his brother had made a crude, makeshift bathroom where there was a toilet and a sink out in the open. He put one arm out against the back wall, leaned over the toilet and began to pee. After he flushed, he turned around and went to a dresser to get some clothes. Through all the years I’ve known Mark, I never knew he was as hairy as I was. The only difference is his hair was dirty blonde where mine is dark brown. He was almost as hung as me, too. I’m sure it was partially due to his morning wood, but Mark sported a nice, thick cut cock of about 6 inches. I couldn’t tell about his balls as he had them in his hand scratching and rubbing them. He was about 6″ tall too and was about in the same shape as I. I told him I would wait down stairs for him to get dressed. Strange thing though. I was beginning to get a hard on. That was really the reason I wanted to get out of there since all I had on was a pair of running shorts with a thin liner and a tee shirt. I thought the liner would give me all the support I needed and keep everyone from seeing my business.

Just as I got to the bottom of the stairs, I heard the door open at the top of the stairs. Mark was coming down fully dressed. He fixed some coffee and after two cups we got started.

The temperature outside was already in the 90’s by the time we started. Mark filled me in on the details. He had stuff upstairs, in a storage unit, his office at work and his mother’s garage. Mark was an architect and was setting up his second bedroom as an office with a drafting table, file cabinets and other stuff from work so he could work from home sometimes. What was going to be a couple of hours turned into an all day and some of the night saga. All day long, we were sweating like pigs. The only relief was driving to his new apartment in the air conditioning. At the heat of the day, the temperatures reached triple digits. I didn’t think this would ever end.

As we loaded up the last load from his mother’s house around 7:30, Mark said he would order a pizza and get something to drink and meet me at this new place. I was so tired and stinky, I didn’t really want any food—just something to drink and some cool air!

I got there first and unloaded most of the small items and waited for Mark. He arrived with pizza and beer and was my new best friend. We unloaded his car and my truck before eating. I told him I had to have a shower before I could eat since I smelled so bad. He didn’t smell any better.

His sister in law had unpacked the kitchen and bathroom the day before since she was off work. He said there were towels in the cabinet and everything else should be in the shower. I turned the water on and stepped in before it heated up. Then I noticed his shower curtain was just a clear liner. Hey, I played sports in High School and showered with plenty of guys in college. I also don’t mind showing off in the locker room at the gym but this was kind of weird to me. I buried my head under the spray and heard him talking to me.

“I gotta piss but I won’t flush until you get out. Don’t want to scald you”

“No problem” I replied back.

I finished my shower and dried off. I hated to put my dirty clothes back on but that’s all I had. Well, that’s all I thought I had. They were no longer in the bathroom

As I stepped out of the bathroom with my small, hotel sized towel wrapped around me I asked Mark if he saw my clothes.

“I threw them into the washer. It shouldn’t take long. By the time we finish eating, they will be dry. My turn for the shower.”

As he stepped into the bathroom, I stepped out. I wasn’t dry yet and so I stepped into his bedroom. As I took my tiny towel to dry off my back and hair, I saw it. It the middle of the floor was a jockstrap almost in a pretzel shape. I was fascinated by it. I’ve seen many over the years I played sports, but I was drawn to this one for some reason. I walked over and picked it up. Still damp from all the sweat. I moved it to my nose and inhaled. It was thoroughly repulsive and erotic at the same time. I thought I heard something so I dropped it and put my little towel around my waist. In the 3 months since college, my waist had expanded from 28 to 30 but it was still too big for this small towel. I was used to the bath sheets I had received as wedding gifts!

I went to the living room and sat on the couch. I heard the shower stop and eventually Mark appeared with the same small towel as me. “Let’s eat” was all I heard and it was enough to break my stare.

We loaded paper plated with pizza and went to the fridge for the beer. Ponies. He bought pony bottles! I was ready for at least a couple 40 ounce beers and he bought ponies! I grabbed one and headed to the sofa. On the way there, my towel started to come off. With both hands full, it was all I could do to keep it on and not spill anything. I sat my food and beer down and adjusted the towel. Mark had the same issues.

I finished one beer and headed back for number two. Mark said to grab him one. I decided to grab two for me and one for him. On the way back, the towel slips off again. I squirm and hold on to it and hand him his beer without flashing him my package.

Mark finished his pizza and went back for more. I handed him my plate and said to load me up too. He also moved the clothes from the washer to the dryer. On his way back, his towel started to slip off and I heard him say “Fuck it”. His towel hits the floor. He hands me my plate, picks up his towel and lays it across the couch. “These things won’t stay on when you’re dry. It just ain’t happening”. I went back for more beer for the both of us and struggled again with the towel. By now the beer was starting to take affect and when it slipped off, I just stepped out of it. “I’m having the same issues”

I picked up my towel and laid it across the couch like Mark. I had one leg bent on the cushion with my foot touching my leg sort of sitting in the corner. We were watching TV and I cannot even remember what was on. As I went to pick up a piece of pizza off my plate, I saw Marks dick look a bit puffier. As he watched TV, I would glance over and saw his dick start to move towards his leg. Then it jumped and started to point up to his navel. No one said anything. Watching Mark get a hard on, my dick started to inflate too. I tried to hide it with my plate, but that didn’t help. My dick was pushing my plate out of the way. Mark grabbed my plate along with his and went back for more pizza. When he returned, he had a full raging hard on point straight out. By now, my was pointing straight out too.

He handed me my plate full of pizza and said “Looks like we have the same problem. Let me see if I can help you fix yours.” He set his plate on the couch and dropped to his knees. He bent my leg out straight and in one gulp, inhaled my dick. “Fuck! What are you doing?” I was taken by surprise.

“Helping you out” was all he said as he went back down on my dick. I was frozen and speechless. This was enjoying my first gay blow job. Mark definitely sucked some dick before. He was slurping, licking my head and with his hand, playing with my balls. Damn, I wish he would give my wife lessons! Once my dick had grown to its full 8 inch potential and full girth, he had trouble taking it all down his throat. It didn’t stop him from trying though. After what seemed an eternity, he stood up, turned around and squatted over my dick.

“Now what are you doing?”

“You’re too big for my mouth so I am trying something different.” With that said, he impaled himself on my rock hard dick. He moaned and almost screamed as my cock ripped into his ass. He sat motionless for a few minutes. “Just let me get used to it before you move”. Then he started rocking his hips and moving in a small circle. This was the tightest place my dick had been in a long time. As his ass relaxed, he started bobbing up on and down. The sight of his hairy white ass and tanned body was awesome. The sound of my dick slipping in and out of his asshole was fantastic. It sounded like the sloppiest pussy I ever had without the pussy smell.

After about 5 minutes, Mark said, “My legs are killing me. Let me get on my back.” He slowing rose up and let my cock slide out of his ass. I swear I heard a swoosh sound when he did. He moved out plates to the floor and lay on a towel. He pulled his legs up to his chest and said “Come on, fuck me”

I eased between his legs and placed the head of my cock against his asshole. I lost my grip on the sofa and fell onto him ramming my cock all the way in. “Holy Fuck! You gotta go a little slower”

“Sorry, I lost my grip. You OK?”

“I will be once you cum in my ass.” I pulled all the way out and slowly pushed in back in. I did this several times before I started to pick up the pace. While I was enjoying my first guy anal sex, my balls were starting to hurt. I was dragging them back and forth on the couch so I stopped for a minute.

“Did you cum already?” he asked.

“No, my balls are dragging on the couch and starting to hurt.”

“I can fix that.” Once he said that, he flipped over on his knees. “This should be better for your balls”

As I got ready to put my cock in the hottest hole I’d fucked in a long time, I paused to look at it. It was still gaping open just a little. The hairs around it were pointing straight out and his asshole winked. It closed and opened up again almost begging to be filled. I slipped my cock in all the way. It did feel better on my balls than dragging them on the couch. As I picked up the pace, I could feel them slap his balls. It slightly hurt but turned me on more. With that, I started really pounding his ass. He was moaning and groaning saying, “That’s it. Fuck me. Fuck me harder. Give me all of it—ram it all the way in. Ohhhh, Fuck me!”

I could tell with his free hand he was jerking off. I started rubbing the hair on my chest with one hand and holding on to his hip with the other. “I can’t hold off anymore—I’m gonna cum!”

“Oh yea, seed my ass. Shoot that load in my ass”

With one final thrust, I held it buried in his ass as I started firing off my load. My head gets really wide when I come and I know he could feel it. As I was shooting off 7 or 8 bursts of my seed into his ass, Mark groans, “I’m cumming too! Awwwwwwwww!” His asshole started contracting which was driving my cock wild.

After he was finished I kept my cock buried in his ass as I was unsure to pull it out, left it go soft in there or what.

Mark leaned forward and my still hard cock appeared. I saw a blob of cum drip out of his ass onto the towel. I leaned back into my corner and he sat down in the cum on the towel.

“Feel better?” he asked.

“Much. I haven’t fucked like that in years. Not even on my honeymoon. But I didn’t know you were gay.”

“I’ve known for years but I just haven’t come out yet. So, this will have to be our secret.”

“Hey, not a problem for me. I don’t think Katherine will understand if I tell her about this!”

“Let me get your clothes.” As he got up, another glob of cum squirted from his ass onto the towel. He walked to the kitchen to get my clothes. “Looks like we have a problem. They’re still wet. Guess the heating element isn’t working. You want to just wear them wet?”

“Katherine is out of town so I may just crash on your couch if you don’t mind.” This is long before there were cell phones so the only way my wife could talk to me was on our home phone.

“You don’t have to sleep on the couch. I have a bed and I won’t kick you out of it either”

We finished eating and drinking and decided to call it a night. He hung our clothes over a door to dry and we went to his bedroom. After making up the bed, we climbed in. By now, my dick was back to its normal size and I was thoroughly satisfied. I faced one direction and he faced the other. I could feel the hairs on our asses touching. I tried not to think about it and rolled on my side to get a good night’s sleep.

During the night, I woke up spooning Mark. His butt was sticking out way past the middle of the bed and I had my arm wrapped around his chest. His chest hair was soft—totally different from mine. As I stroked it, my dick started to get hard. I started humping his ass hoping to wake him up for round two. He didn’t move. I moved my hand from his chest to his ass and spread his cheeks. Rock hard now; I tried to slip my cock into his ass. It wouldn’t go. I tried again and started pushing him across the sheets.

“You need to use some lube” he said in a groggy voice. “It’s in the night stand”

I rolled over and found the lube. I smeared a good portion on my cock and gave his asshole a good helping too. Then I slipped one finger in and his asshole bloomed like a flower. I put my head against his hole and pushed. This time it went in. I didn’t move allowing him to get used to it like before. Then when he started wiggling around, I knew he was ready to get fucked.

I lay next to him just pumping my cock in and out of his ass for a good while. Then I decided to straddle one of his legs and fuck him. My smooth balls felt every hair on his legs as they rubbed back and forth with my thrusts. Mark didn’t moan or move. He just lied there letting me have my way with his hole. I pulled all the way out and then thrust it back it. I moved in circles and side to side. When I could feel my balls moving up, I knew another load was about to be released into his ass. I moaned, “Here it comes” and gave him one more thrust. Then my balls released another huge load. Spurt and spurt was delivered deep in his ass. My head was throbbing but I held still. Mark still wasn’t moving so I stayed buried in his ass until my dick softened and slipped out. I swear, I heard the same swoosh sound and thought there must be a load of cum running out his ass.

I rolled over and drifted back to sleep. I knew when we finally work up together, round three would happen.

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He pushed me up against the wall of the handicap stall in the bathroom, then closed and locked the door behind himself. My heart was racing as this mysterious man pressed his big chest against mine, entrapping me between him and the wall. As he kissed me I could feel his hands leaving trails of heat running all across my body, traveling up my shirt down my back and finally squeezing my ass. Desire builds inside my body, threatening to make me lose control. His lips stray from mine and begin to touch lightly against my neck, then to my chest until I feel the light flick of his tongue against my nipple before he completely devours it in his warm mouth. I gasp for air and try to maneuver, but his hulking body holds me in place. My hands reached down the back of his pants to caresses his soft ass. Trapped between him and the wall, I feel his fingers touch my move to my lower stomach like feathers lightly grazing me, and eventually unbutton my pants and reach down into my underwear. The elation rushes from my cock through the rest of my body. My cock always feels better when it is in someone else’s hands. He lightly trailed his fingers up and down the shaft on my cock. I looked at him and began to moan softly, he kissed me. He began jerking my cock, I still wanted to squirm, but I can’t. He falls to his knees and places my cock into his warm, wet mouth. My legs fail me and I begin to crumble were it not for the bar attached to wall. My eyes roll into the back of my head while I grip the icy bar tighter and tighter. I looked down to survey his art. I had no idea who this guy was, or why he was sucking my cock, but it was the best blow job I had ever gotten. Just before the pressure builds to its precipice the stranger relinquishes my cock and turns me around, pushing my chest into the wall. I hear the zipper on his pants and I look over my shoulder to see his glorious manhood standing at attention. He places his cock between my butt cheeks and whispers in a raspy voice, “You better hold on to something.” I wanted to burst. I wanted to scream…

“Mr. Thomas, please pay attention in my class!” screamed Dr. Alden, while slamming a book on desk, startling me out of sleep, “If you are going to sleep during class time, I would prefer you do it in your bed, and not in my classroom.”

It was just a dream. I looked around to get my bearings and refocus on what my professor was talking about. I quickly realized I was in British Literature, one of my better subjects, and definitely one I can sleep through. The next thing I noticed was that my cock was like a pillar, and clearly visible; that’s the problem with wearing basketball shorts to class they don’t hide anything. I immediately tried to adjust my cock, but it was too late, the girl sitting next to me already saw my shame. She giggled and leaned over to tell her friend. All I heard her say was my name, “Marc,” before I just turned to look out the window.

It was my junior year of college, close to my 20th birthday, and all the years of baseball practice in high school really helped out in the physical department. That, combined with being half black and white and a nice haircut, left me with few complaints about my appearance.

“Class, before you go I want to return your last essay assignments,” started Dr. Alden. “On the whole they were better, but some of you still have some work to do, please come talk with me if you have any questions about your grades.” As he began calling out the names on the papers I thought about how I shouldn’t have to worry about getting a bad grade, since this was my best subject. “Mr. Thomas here is your paper,” said Alden. I looked down at the assignment and immediately felt sick to stomach. To my surprise a big “INCOMPLETE,” was written across the top of the page in red ink. A wave of confusion swept over me, but when I tried to ask my professor where I went wrong all I got was a cold answer, “Please see me after class.”

Before, I went to go see my professor to clear this whole misunderstanding up, I left the building and stepped out into the bright sun; it felt good against my skin once I pulled my hoodie off. That’s the problem with having morning classes, in the morning its cold, but my midday it’s hot again. After putting my hoodie in my car, I started walking back towards building and eventually made it to Dr. Alden’s office. After knocking, I entered the room. It smelled of old books, and dust, kind of like a library. Sitting behind a rather large wooden desk with a gold plated nametag reading “John Alden,” was my professor. He was tall, about 6’2, although you couldn’t tell while he was sitting down, and muscular. He had a great face with a strong jaw, this cloudy muted shade of grey in his eyes, and black hair with a little bit of grey forming at the temples. It was painfully obvious why so many people, myself included, found him attractive. “Please, Mr. Thomas sit down,” he said. “What can I do for you?” As if he didn’t already know why I was there.

I sat in the plain wooden chair on the across from him. “I wanted to discuss with you my paper,” I started. “You really didn’t give me any reason why I got an incomplete, and I really think I grasped what the author…”

“Let me stop you right there,” he interrupted as he got up from his old leather chair. “Your essay was great, one of the best in class actually.” He made his way towards me and casually sat down on his desk in front of me, he was uncomfortably close; I could see the hair on his chest poking through the top of his unbuttoned collar. “I wrote incomplete on your assignment because I want you to do something else for me.” He placed his hand on my leg and began to gently caress it. I pushed his hand away and tried to stand up.

“Listen, I don’t know if this has worked for you in the past but it will not work with me,” I said.

He just stood with his chest inches away from mine. “What makes you think that,” he said. “You need a passing grade for your scholarship and it’s not like many people will believe one of the most respected members of the faculty, who is also happily married, tried to make a pass at you.”

He was right, about everything. I looked down at the ground to weigh my options, but answers weren’t coming from anywhere. Then he placed his finger under my chin and lifted my head to look at him. I began to quake as a pleading look came across my face as one last attempt for mercy, but I could see in his grey eyes he knew he had me. He kissed my lips and removed my t-shirt. His hands explored my torso searching every inch, before he artfully rolled my rigid nipple between two fingers. His lips trailed across my shaking body before he said in a husky voice, “Now how about you suck my dick.” I slowly made my way to my knees as he unfastened his pants, revealing a semi-hard cock. My hand clasped around it and placed it in my mouth and I immediately began to feel his member grow inside my mouth. “That’s a good boy,” he said, “but you are going to have to do better than that if you want an ‘A’.” I started sucking his meat feverishly. I could taste his salty precum as it trickled down my throat. He tossed his head back and placed his hand on the back of my head entangling his fingers in my dark brown hair and forcing me to go down further on his cock. I could feel my cock begin to stiffen as my excitement rose. When his cock was completely erect, I released it from my mouth to gaze at the fruit of my labor. Alden pulled me to me feet and began coaxing my lips with his and demanding my tongue sending a bolt of electricity through my body. I began to get really turned on. He then turned me around and pushed me over his desk. “Let’s see that ass,” he said. He pulled my shorts down to reveal my smooth ass. “Spread your legs,” he commanded. Just then I felt his hand smack against my ass leaving the area hot with desire for more until he slapped my butt again. I felt his tongue worm its way into my hole as the hairs on Alden face scratched against the walls of my ass. His tongue felt hot and wet encircling my hole, before it darted in and out. He then alternated between his fingers and his tongue until my hole was prepared. “You taste amazing,” he said.

“Oh, please fuck me,” I begged.

“How badly, do you want a ‘A’?” he questioned.

“I need it,” I replied. He lightly smacked his cock against my backside before he inched it inside of my quivering ass. My whole body shook as very inch of his cock sent a surge of heat throughout my body until I could feel his balls against my ass. He pulled out slowly and repeated the process sending me into frenzy each time. “Break that shit up,” I said. Just then he began to pound my ass. I gripped the edge of the desk to gain some stability while he worked my ass. I could hear the sound of colliding flesh as he balls slapped against me with every thrust. Finally, he flipped me over revealing my hard cock that was dripping precum. With my red converse in the air, Alden began kissing down my leg until his mouth met my cock. “You are so wet,” he said as his tongue licked the precum from the tip of my cock. He then pushed his cock inside me while kissed my lips. He moved his mouth to my ear and playfully nipped at it with his teeth before he said in a deep voice, “You ready to cum?” He pulled back and started to plow my ass. My balls began to tighten up against my body. I could feel his cock swell inside me. “Shoot your load!” I shouted. “Cum for me.” As Alden released his load inside of me and I could feel it flood my ass as I shot mine across my chest. He leaned over and began to lick the cum off my chest.

“You know you really don’t have to play these games if you want to fuck me, you have my cell phone number,” I said.

“I know, but these little role playing games really turn me on,” Alden said. “Besides, your acting is getting a lot better, you really had me convinced you were scared.

“Thanks,” I replied. “Dr. Alden, but you and I we’re sleeping together before I was taking your course. If I had known it would lead to these little games I would have signed up for another professors class.”

“What’s the fun in the that,” he replied. “At least now I can see you for an hour twice a week, and please call me John when we are alone.”

“Yeah, just long enough for you to think up another scenario. By the way, what is my real grade ‘Dr. Alden’?”

“An ‘A’ of course,” he laughed. “And that isn’t because of your sweet ass.”

“That is good to know,” I said. As I left his office I thought about all the times we had been together and about all the times we had to sneak around or lie about what we were doing because of the rules against professors dating students. I wasn’t sure it was something I could keep doing, but I couldn’t deny my attraction to Alden. At the very least, the sex was great.