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It was hard watching Shawn go. Especially after our little escapade that happened. It left me confused, did that mean Shawn was like me and interested in guys or was he just too drunk?

Since he was gone all there was to do was not dwell on it and go on with life until he came back for winter break? Little did I know that life was planning on sending me two of the hottest guys I have seen since Shawn, but before we get into that, let me tell you how I met these two.

I had been attending my college classes for several weeks now. For the most part the days consisted of me going to class, listening to a lecture and then going on to the next class. For the most part I ignored the on goings around the campus and just went from class to class. But it was about the third week into classes when I noticed two guys. I instantly found myself lusting for them, from what I heard around campus the two were named Ian and Michael. They were best friends and insuperable.

Each of the guys were tall and slender, but had a very nice build. Ian was the taller of the two. His hair was short brown and slicked back, so it looked like it was stylized. He wasn’t really all that tan, but he wasn’t pale either. He was the perfect shade of in between. He had brilliant green eyes and a shining smile. Just looking at him could make you melt. Michael on the other hand was latino. His skin was darker, but not too dark. His sports longish black hair. He has chocolate brown eyes, that just pierce into by just looking at you. These two were they hottest things I had seen since Shawn left.

AS I walked past the two I noticed Ian look up and follow me with his gaze, it seemed as if he was studying me. I felt myself blush, I quickly picked up my pace and hurried to class, but before entering the building I took a moment to look over my shoulder and noticed that now each of them were staring at me. I felt myself turn instantly red. This same process continued for the remainder of the week and each time I looked back they were staring at me.

At the start of the next week, I was walking to class, when Michael stepped in front of me.

“Hi there, my name is Michael.”

I stood there baffled for a moment and smiled. I couldn’t find the words to say to him.

“I have noticed you around before and you never are with anyone. Would you like to come and hang out with my best friend Ian and I?”

I still continued to stare at this gorgeous guy in front of me and slowly nodded my head yes.

Michael then gestured me with his hands to follow.

I followed him over to the stop in which Ian watched Michael and I talk. Ian held out his hand to greet me.

“We were thinking about not going to class today care to join us?” Ian asks politely

“You know I would like that” I smiled in reply. I thought to myself why would these two suddenly approach me the way that they did? AS I thought this I followed the two to Michael’s Car.

As we drove we made small talk and got to know one another. As it turns out Michael and Ian had been best friends since they were little kids.I found myself thinking of Shawn when they told me this. It also turned out that they had recently moved out of their parent’s homes and into a two bedroom apartment together.

After our talk the air about us seemed more comfortable, it seemed as everyone relaxed. Michael pulled up to the apartment and gestured us up the stairs. I followed them up and entered the place. It was very comfortable, it seemed very much like a couple of college student’s apartment. Each of them told me to feel free to make myself at home. I flopped down on the couch. As did they each one on either side of me.

I felt my heart flutter a bit. I was surrounded on each side by two gorgeous guys. We talked a bit more and as we did Michael placed his hand on my thigh. I felt my heart flutter and I felt my friend down below respond in my pants. He slowly began to run circles with his fingers on my inner thigh. And with each circle my friend was getting harder and harder. Ian then stood up walked over to the tv turned it on and placed a disc in the dvd player. The scene came to life in a moment and what was before us was an orgy of men exploring one another. Ian then took his place on my other side and placed his hand on my inner thigh and began to run his fingers in circles too. I watched the screen intently. Miachel and Ian’s hand began to work their way towards my crotch and they each rubbed it together. Michael’s hand then found the button for my jeans and I felt a sudden pop and the tightness of my jeans lossened. The two then each reached into my pants and took turn stroking my cock through my underwear. They could tell that I was enjoying this, because each had a smile that could dazzle on their faces.

I then took the chance and place my hand in between each of their legs and rubbed their crotches while they rubbed mine. They each let out a moan of approval. Michael then stood up and positioned himself between my legs and lifted them above my head and gave my jeans a tug. They slid off with ease. Michael then unbuttoned his pants and let them drop to the floor. I stared in disbelief the outline that was in his underwear was even bigger than Shawn’s. It was then Ian’s turn to stand up and drop his pant’s to the floor, the outline wasn’t as big as Michael’s, but it was definitely on the plus size. I stared at the two that stood before me I definitely couldn’t wait to see what the two looked like with their underwear off. They must have know what I was thinking because they then peeled their shirts off and dropped their underwear.

Michael’s cock was unbelievable, it was uncut like mine and very long I would have to say very close to ten inches. It was dark like his skin. I wanted to put my lips around it. Ian’s was nice and cut. He had a large head that oozed a lot of pre-cum. Like Shawn’s it had a large vein running down the middle of it.

I placed my hand on each of their cock’s and slowly stroked them. They each gasped with pleasure. Micheal then grabbed the back of my head and pulled it towards his cock. I placed my lips on the head and slowly parted them. He slowly inserted his cock and began to thrust slowly. While Michael did this I stroked Ian’s cock. Each were in ecstasy because their moans were getting louder. I then decided to give Ian’s cock a little more attention and began to suck him while I stroked Michael. I switched off between the two for several minutes, before Ian stood me up and pulled my underwear down while Michael took my shirt off. There we stood all three naked and in heaven.

Ian then turned me around and bent me over the arm of his couch. He placed himself behind me and began to explore my hole with his finger. Michael positioned himself in front of me and asked me keep sucking his cock. It felt amazing to have two guys on each end of me. Ian then began to explore my hole with his tongue. I couldn’t believe how good he was at rimming. I moaned loudly, it was nearly inaudible with Michael’s cock in my mouth. Ian positioned himself behind me and began to dry hump me for a bit. After he was done with that he placed the head of his cock on my hole and began o push. I felt myself splitting open for him. It felt amazing the head was so big and the shaft just slid in. He began to thrust slowly. I felt every inch go in and out. I looked up and Michael was smiling, he then began to thrust his cock in and out of my mouth.

I though to myself I can’t believe I being spit roasted by two gorgeous guys with two amazing cocks.

The two fucked my holes for several minutes before they decided it was time to switch off. Michael positioned the head of his cock against my hole and push. It went in with ease since Ian had already loosened my hole up. But Michael’s cock reached a whole new depth. He hit places that sent shivers down my spine. It felt so amazing that I just moaned continuously with Ian’s cock in my mouth.

The two fucked me and switched off with one another for what seemed like hours. It was amazing, I had never felt anything like two cocks going in and out of each of my holes. I could tell that the two were getting close, because each time they switched off their balls got tighter and tighter. Ian was grunting behind me and I could tell the big moment was coming, because he was slamming me so hard that our skin smacked against one another with loud cracks. With one last loud grunt I felt Ian’s hot juices line the inside of my ass. He pulled out and smiled he then gestured for Michael to quit using my mouth and finish off in my ass. Michael did just this. He thrust and thrust. With each thrust I felt some of Ian’s hot cum squirting out of my hole and covering the couch. Michael picked up more speed and I knew the moment was coming so I grabbed my own cock and began to stroke it. The two of us moaned in unison while Ian watched me get fucked to high heaven. Michael then let out one last loud moan. I felt several thick hot stuck ropes of cum line my insides. Michael kept to pump me until I felt my own load shoot all over the side arm of the coach. I moaned several more times while the orgasm set throughout my body.

Michael pulled out and I felt a load of cum pour out with it. The two then began to get dressed again.

Each said “Thanks for the good time” in unison.

I smiled and began to dress myself as well.

“Yeah that was amazing I have never had a threesome before.”

They both smiled and offered to drive me back to the school for my car.

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I hadn’t seen Cousin Miles for nearly twenty years, and he looked more like it had been thirty. He looked so defeated and withdrawn into himself. And my memories were of a vibrant athlete. He wasn’t really a cousin in the blood-relative sense. Uncle John and Aunt Frieda had adopted both him and his sister, Mandy, because they couldn’t have any of their own. You could have told he wasn’t really related to us. We are Mediterranean, not so tall, with olive skin and dark hair and eyes, and Miles was a Nordic blond giant. Mandy was Korean, so that was another slice altogether.

We were at a family reunion in a small town in Missouri southwest of Springfield – where my mother’s ancestors somehow landed from “the old country” right before the Civil War. We’d picked this time and place to meet in the first real reunion of one aging generation and my not-so-young cousins and all of our children because the family house – where Uncle John and Aunt Frieda had lived – was soon to be knocked down in favor of an access road to a new elementary school. No one in my family had lived in the old white, boxy Victorian house for a couple of decades. It had been a B&B most of that time. But being a B&B now made it an ideal place for us to meet and steep ourselves in fleeting family nostalgia.

Uncle John was nearly ten years older than my mother. Both of them were gone now. Frieda was still with us; she handled logistics because she had just moved across town, whereas the rest of her generation had moved away as quickly as possible. My family had bounced from West Coast to East Coast, without a stop in between in Missouri. My father didn’t think there was much worth seeing other than tornadoes in the middle of the country.

That doesn’t mean we never stopped in Missouri on our moves between the coasts, however. Before I was twelve, we probably stopped there three or four times. And after the first time, I always looked forward to a weekend or week in that old white Victorian house. It wasn’t because of the house or even that I was that tired of driving by the time we hit Missouri. It was because of Miles.

Miles was eight years older than I was, but he was always home when we visited his parents, even the last time when he was close to graduating college. And to me he was a god. He was always smiling and willing to play with my brother and sisters and me – active games like volleyball and kickball and touch football out on the extensive, green-grass side yard of my uncle’s house. He was tall and athletic, and when I was introduced to Greek mythology, I equated him with Apollo. He could play football and basketball and did so for his high school team – and then basketball for the University of Missouri, where he studied music and trained to become a high school band director himself.

Sometime during the second visit, I discovered that I was in love with him. I was only about ten, so I had no idea what that meant. I just knew that there was no one else in the world who made me more happy than he did and that I wanted to somehow zip up in height and dye my hair blond – which I did in high school – and not just be with Miles, but to be Miles.

On the third visit, when I was twelve and he was in college, I got the obsession that he loved me too. Not like he loved the other cousins – simply because they were related to him, but because I was someone special to him. Later in life when I overheard my parents talking about Miles – and seeming to be worried about something – I heard my mother say that he treated each and every one of his students like they were special. My father had snorted and said something under his breath, which led to a chill between my parents that lasted two days. But I was affronted by that remark. I didn’t want a Miles who treated all of his students like they were special. I wanted a Miles who treated just me as special. And that last summer we visited Missouri while Miles was still there he did, indeed, make me feel special.

In volleyball or kickball he was always there, backing me up, making sure I was in place to return the ball. He didn’t show that he could outshine me – which of course he could – but it was more like he was enabling me. I’d feel the touch of his hand on my arm, guiding me toward where he instinctively knew the ball was coming, and I’d move there. But I would be more thrilled that he touched me than that I got the ball returned.

Once while we were playing kickball, the ball went off into a copse of trees at the edge of the lot, where a town-owned wooded area started, and we found ourselves facing each other, panting, around behind a tree, where the ball had rolled. We were both hidden from the field, and just standing there, breathing hard, and looking at each other. And just for a second, I thought that something was going to happen. I didn’t know at the time what that was, but I built on that in my dreams. And as I became older, I began to make something sexual out of – something I intellectually accepted wasn’t there but something that, emotionally, I wanted to have been there.

I think that’s why when I myself was in college, I permitted myself to be seduced by Sam Strickler. He was a tall, Nordic blond football player. I was smaller and more wiry, swifter of foot really, so my sport was soccer. But we’d often be in the locker room together, showering, after practice, and Sam showed special interest in me. I was attracted to him too. Not because I thought of myself as gay at the time or even that there was any special attraction to Sam himself. He was really the arrogant type, and I was to find that it was all about the hunt with him. I was just what he wanted as long as he didn’t yet have me. But not long after I’d let him seduce me, he was looking beyond me to his next conquest. I’m convinced that I went with him because he was a substitute for my memories of Miles. He was tall, blond, blue-eyed, and well built.

I didn’t have any serious gay experiences after that, not counting a bit of groping, and an unfortunate spring break weekend in Florida that I blame on alcohol, but I always kept in the back of my mind what experience I’d had – which I always tagged with an image of Miles – and I intellectually accepted that everyone probably was basically bisexual and that I just chose for now not to practice anything but the heterosexual element of it.

I married Barbara out of college, and we had our allotted older boy and younger girl and drifted into normal suburban existence.

And then we started to get e-mails about the old family home in Missouri being taken down and wouldn’t it be nice if the whole family could convene there in the summer for a reunion? I didn’t think we could get away or that it would be a good vacation for the kids, just sitting in an old house in a nowhere town and listening to old folks reminisce. Barbara, however, said it was a great opportunity for the kids to meet family members they’d never known before and that I’d always regret not having been there to see the old homestead for a last time. So we went.

I didn’t recognize who Miles was for the first two days. There simply were too many people there and he had simply changed too much. The group was too large to all stay in the B&B. This situation was partially addressed by tents erected in the side yard – Frieda’s idea – where the kids of the family camped out, most of them loving the idea, and the adults taking turns staying out there with them. And then some of the adults, those without children, stayed in one of two motels nearby. Barbara and I had a room in the B&B. Since Frieda declared that men and women would stay in the tents with the kids on alternate nights, though, Barbara and I didn’t occupy our B&B room together when either of us had kiddie patrol duty.

During the day we all just sort of milled around the old Victorian house or went off on excursions in small groups. The family had originally lived outside the town, so there was an excursion to the acreage that had been the original family farm. And to the old schoolhouse, the walls of which were still there, even if the roof had caved in. And, of course to the graveyard. There even were feints toward the town’s old, dying center, for tours on what once was open and what building was what a hundred years ago. Barbara and the kids went on some of these jaunts. I didn’t go on many. The town had been robust when I had visited here as a child. The roof had still been on the old two-room schoolhouse my great grandfather and his ten siblings had all sat in, together, in an amalgamation of class years. I didn’t really want to see the town in decline. I think I had dragged my feet about coming to the reunion at all because I didn’t want to know the old Victorian house was coming down.

A gaggle of older generation women took up squatters rights in the B&B front room and chattered incessantly about family lore, and I found it comforting to go in there occasionally, sit on the periphery, and let anecdotes that I had usually only half remembered roll over me.

One afternoon, with my family off with some others from the younger generation in search of a McDonalds – they had to go all the way into Springfield to find one – I wandered into the parlor. I’d been upstairs taking a nap to recover from tent duty the previous night and the impossibility of getting one tent quiet before another one erupted. I had been dumb to think the kids would be bored coming to this reunion; they were having a ball with their second cousins. The nap was the reason I wasn’t on the McDonald’s search. I could have used a Big Mac right about then myself.

As I sat in the corner of the parlor, looking through an old, yellowed “Saturday Evening Post,” I noticed that the chatter between my aunts Peggy and Helen and a couple of older women cousins and a few in-laws and out-laws I’d have trouble dredging up names for had become quite hushed. Only Helen’s fleeting looks beyond the parlor door and the front hall toward the dining room drew my attention there too.

A sad-looking man who appeared to be in his forties, gaunt and trembly of hands, was sitting at one of the tables in the dining room, playing solitaire. I’d seen him a couple of times earlier in the two days we’d been there, but he always seemed to be detached from the group, standing a bit aside, eyes cast down, and a bit hunched over. He was tall, but he looked like his clothes were a couple of sizes too big for him.

“It’s such a pity,” I heard Peggy said in hushed tones. “He really does look ill. Frieda had mentioned something about it – but you know how she just brushes by the subject.”

“I’m surprised he came.” That was Helen speaking, again in a stage whisper that reached me but probably not across the hall into the dining room.

“He comes to see Frieda,” an unidentified younger woman said. She had been introduced to me as the wife of a distant cousin who I think lived on a farm nearby. It certainly seemed she was a local. She was one of the women who was taking charge of the arrangements and activities. “She’s in the home now, you know, and her house is sold. But Miles comes from Springfield at least once a month to see her.”

The name “Miles” hit me hard. My eyes darted to the other room, and after considerable reconstruction effort, I was able to recognize Miles emerging somehow, forlornly, from inside the body hunched over the card table.

“That has got to have been recent,” Helen murmured. “You know what Frieda thought about the man he was living with.”

“He was probably a very nice man, Helen,” Aunt Peggy said. Her lips were pursed in such a way to covey that she could go either way on whether that was true depending on where the conversation went from there. “Times were just different in those days. I know John and Frieda’s hearts were broken that Miles never married. But . . . well, times were much different fifteen years ago. That’s all I can say.”

“He started coming after his partner died,” the local relative said. “And Frieda seems to get a lot of comfort from him now. It’s really too bad about him, though. I’m not sure who will go first now, Frieda or him. I’ve always said that the worst tragedy for a parent is to outlive your children. What with Mandy and that tornado. That was such a terrible thing. Now all Frieda has is Miles. But for how long, one must wonder.”

“That’s so true, Susan,” Peggy said. “Frieda really started going downhill when Mandy was killed in that tornado.”

So, the local relative’s name was Susan. I’d have to try to remember that. And, yes, there was quite a to do when Mandy got tossed across town inside that single-wide trailer by a tornado. That, of course, had just given substance to my dad’s aversion to ever living in the Midwest. I remember him saying more than once that tornados were the only entertainment going in the center of the country and that there wasn’t a thing fun about them. Much more was made of Mandy’s death than of Miles’s partner’s death, I now remember, and they’d happened at about the same time.

Over the years, I had gradually gleaned from my parents’ guarded conversations that Miles was living with a man in Springfield. Miles was a band teacher in a high school there and taught private lessons. And he was living with an older businessman. The situation was whispered around the family and, because Uncle John and Aunt Frieda obviously were devastated by it, no one openly spoke of it. Miles had been a golden boy. His adoptive parents would have done anything for him and had such high expectations for him. Obviously teaching in high school and living with an older man wasn’t anywhere to be found on their expectations list.

When Miles’s partner died, the buzz in the family hit a new level, but it was composed mainly of innuendo and, truth be known, relief.

I wasn’t relieved, though. The death brought back into my mind and emotions feelings for Miles – and what they had led to in my own life. I was embarrassed and felt guilty, without even fully intellectualizing what I should be feeling guilty about. And I felt a profound sadness for Miles. While initially shocked that he was gay and wondering if he had been actively gay when I had come in contact with him, I had secretly saluted his decision to live his life as he wished. I thought he was being true to himself, which was more than what I saw going on in my extended family – and was what, I’m sure, goes on in most extended families – the two-faced treatment of each other. The sweet talk to the faces of others and the gossip, criticism, and twittering behind their backs.

At the time of his partner’s death, I found out what Miles’s address was – which wasn’t easy without revealing why I wanted it – and sent Miles a condolence card and a brief note that I hoped read as genuinely sympathetic as I felt. Miles wrote back, telling me that my card meant a lot to him – that I was the only one in the family who had mentioned the death to him at all. No one from his family had come to the funeral.

We exchanged letters for a few months, but I got wrapped up in courting Barbara where we both worked and I’m afraid I let the contact down at my end.

And there he was, sitting in the dining room, playing solitaire. I knew I would set the family women to buzzing if I got up and went in to talk to him.

But I did just that.

He looked up, startled, when I approached the table.

“Is it OK for me to sit . . . Miles? It is Miles, isn’t it?”

“Yes, of course,” he said in almost a whisper. He looked into the living room, as did I. The women were watching us intently – without looking directly at us, of course. “But maybe you don’t really want to, David.”

“You know who I am?”

“Yes, of course. You’re on Facebook. I’ve followed you and your family through recent years.”

“But you didn’t ask to be friends.”

“No. I didn’t. I didn’t know how you would respond . . . the family situation being what it is.”

“I’m sorry you felt that way, Miles. I wouldn’t for the world have wanted you to feel that way. I’d like to talk with you – become acquainted again. But maybe you’d be more comfortable if we took a walk.”

“Yes, I think so. You can wait for me out on the front porch and I’ll come out in a moment.”

“No, let’s leave together. Give them something to talk about.”

He gave me a surprised look laced with gratitude. But he stood up from the table, with a look of pain at the movement shooting briefly across his face, and we walked out of the house and toward the woods beyond the field of tents, side by side.

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“Are you living alone, or have you – ?”

“Yes, I’m still alone,” Miles answered. “After Paul, there didn’t seem to be anything else for me. I’d lost all ability to find someone, and scrutiny in the school system made any looking dangerous.”

We had walked into the woods on a path that I hadn’t remembered as being there in my youth. But we hadn’t been able to go too far into the forest before Miles was winded and had to stop. Where we stopped seemed to be at the same tree where we’d paused briefly to pick up the kickball so many years ago. But I was probably just being overdramatic in thinking that.

“You do know what it meant that I was living with Paul, don’t you?” Miles asked. “That we were lovers.”

“Yes, of course,” I answered.

“And you’re still talking with me? You walked into the woods with me?”

“Yes. It doesn’t matter to me.”

“It seems to matter to the rest of the family.”

“Well bully for them then. But I’m surprised you came to the reunion. I know you’ve been cut off from the family. I’m just sorry I stopped exchanging letters with you. I didn’t mean to. Life just caught up with me.”

“I understand perfectly. You had a normal life to establish. I’ve seen photos of your wife and children. I envy you your normal life. I would have liked to have had children. But, as a teacher, I guess I managed to do that anyway. I didn’t really want to come to the reunion, but my mother wanted me to come. I’ve been such a disappointment to her that I owed bringing her over here every day. It’s the least I could do.” He smiled wanly at me. He was sitting on a log and I was standing near him, my foot raised and resting farther down on the log.

“You envy me? That’s funny. I’ve always envied you.”

“Me?”

“Yes. You know we all thought you were a god when we were growing up. You were so handsome and capable and always smiling. And you were a cousin, but you were older than we were, able to do all of those things we wouldn’t be able to do for years.”

“And then I shocked and disappointed you.”

“Not a bit of it. I continued to envy you. You were making choices and following them, come what may. You were being brave and living life on your own terms.”

“My, you were idealistic.”

“No. I was in love. Would it shock you to know that I wanted that sort of attention from you – or that I tried it out when I was in college?”

“Yes, of course,” Miles said after a long pause. And I could tell from the expression on his face that indeed it did. “And you acted on it?”

“Yes, with someone who looked just like you. But he wasn’t as nice as you.” I was touching his knee with my hand.

“I think you are just feeling sorry for me, David. I know I must look like a sad wreck now. That’s very kind of you . . . but I think we should be going back to the house now. Mother will be tired and wanting to go home.”

He struggled to get up from the log and I reached down to help him. But he shrank away from me.

“I’m sorry that I said anything, Miles. I went beyond bounds. But it’s such a surprise to see you, and I’ve held that in for so long.”

“It’s OK . . . it’s OK. But let’s go back now.”

We didn’t say anything on the way back, and he walked, stooped over a few paces ahead of me. I didn’t try to come up to his level. All of my life I’d tried to come up to his level, but I knew that it wasn’t to be.

As we emerged from the woods, we saw his mother, Frieda, standing on the porch, looking very concerned. And the curtains in the parlor window were shaking enough for me to know that there were several sets of eyes lurking just beyond them. I almost laughed out loud.

Sensing the attention as well, Miles leaned away from me. But I locked my arm in his and pulled him closer as we walked back to civilization.

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Miles lay there on his back on the bed in his motel room, moaning and looking up into my face with an expression of wonder, arousal, and, slightly of concern, as if he just couldn’t believe that I was crouched over him, my fists buried in the mattress at either side of his shoulders, gazing intently down into his eyes, and slowly riding his cock.

He was longer and thicker than I had imagined he’d be – certainly bigger than Sam Strickler had been – and I felt totally liberated in being able to do what I knew I’d wanted to do with Miles for decades.

There had been no problem being absent from the B&B this evening; Barbara was spending the night with the kids in the tent. And if she’d asked, I already had an excuse ready of not being in the mood to be with the family for supper and having gone to a local diner. It had been harder to wheedle the list of accommodations out of Susan without revealing I wanted to know the motel and room number where I could find Miles – but I managed.

After a quick meal at the diner, I was at Miles’s motel room door. He dropped his jaw when he answered the door. He already was in his sleeping bottoms, and his body was still in good condition despite how gaunt his wasting disease had made him. He stood there, momentarily, not knowing what to do or say.

“Hadn’t we better go in?” I said. “I think some other members of the family are staying here too.”

That set him in motion. He drew me into the room and then, in shock, I think, let me lead him to the bed and push him down on his back. He moaned and started to cry softly as I knelt over him on the bed and took his cock in my mouth.

I stayed the night and we fucked over and over again, with him eventually taking charge and huddling over me, embracing me into his body, and plowing me hard and deep.

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Eight months after the reunion, the news shot around the family that Miles had died of a heart attack. I mourned him, but having had that one night with him had released guilt and tensions within me. He had wanted to apologize, thinking he had seduced me, but I assured him that we had just taken care of what was unfinished business for both of us. We resumed our letter exchanges – by e-mail now – for the remainder of the time we had, although we never reached for the level of passion in them that we had attained in fact. They were very cousinly exchanges. But I can only hope that they meant as much to him as they did to me.

My biggest regret was that I had no one to send condolences to when he died, because Aunt Frieda had died the month before Miles did. I’m sure, though, that she died happy that she went before Miles did. I had talked to her the last day of the reunion, and I was heartened to know that, in her last months, she loved her son as much as she ever had. I think Miles was comforted when I assured him in my next e-mail to him that she did so. I’m not sure she ever felt comfortable enough to tell him that directly herself, though.

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Brandon and I sat in the hotub. We had just had the most amazing sex I’ve ever had. We were so engrossed with eachother that we didn’t even notice the guy standing there watching us until he spoke. “Well, well, what do we have here?” Brandon’s eyes grow wide with fear. “Dad!” he exclaimed. I knew our goose was cooked. Here I was sitting in a hotub locked in a passionate embrace with this mans son.

“Come on, out of there you two.” I got out and covered myself with a towel in a effort to cover my nakedness. “Dad, we can explain….” Brandon began but was cut short when his dad held up his hand. “No explanation needed son.” He walked over to me. He wasn’t smiling. I knew he was either going to kick me out or kick my ass. What he did next shocked both Brandon and I. His dad offered me his hand. “I’m Bill.” I took his hand, which covered most of mine. “Michael.” Bill nodded. “Why dont you two get dressed and then we can talk.” Brandon and I headed inside. When we had dressed we came back to find Bill sitting in one of the deck chairs smoking a cigar.

“Sit down son” Bill said smiling at me. I sat across from him and Brandon sat on the arm of the chair. “It’s obvious you and my boy are in love.” I nodded. “We are indeed sir.” Bill laughed. “Call me Bill, please.” He puffed on his cigar. “I want you to know you are always welcome here.” I nodded, too stunned to say anything except “Thank you.” Bill stood and stretched. “I think I’ll head up to bed.” He kissed Brandon on the head and smiled at me. “Mike, you’re welcome to spend the night if you’d like.” I nodded. I watched as he walked inside before turning to Brandon. “What the hell happened?” I asked. Brandon shrugged. “I think he just gave us his blessing.”

We slept in the same bed but did nothing more than cuddling and occasionally kiss. We didn’t want Bill to hear anything. The next morning I left early while Brandon was still asleep. I sent him a text telling him to meet me for coffee later. I looked back at my sleeping lover. The morning sun shown through the window and made Brandon’s blond hair glow. His smooth, chisled chest rose and fell with each breath.

Brandon showed up at the cafe later, clearly excited. He kissed me and then sat across from me. “You’ll never guess what just happened!” I smiled. “Tell me.” Brandon’s smile widdened. “My dad just admitted to me he’s gay!” My jaw hit the floor. “What?” Brandon nodded. “We sat down and had a long talk this morning and then he told me.” I laughed. “How do you feel about it?” Brandon shrugged. “I’m ok with it. I mean he’s my dad and I love him.” I nodded. “He wanted me to ask you if you’d be open to having sex with him.”

I was glad I hadn’t drunk anything just then. “Pardon?” Brandon giggled. “He said when he saw us together he got a huge boner.” I didn’t know how to repsond to that. I knew I loved Brandon but part of me wondered what it would be like to have sex with Bill. “Can I think about it and call you later?” Brandon nodded. Later I walked along the beach. I loved Brandon and knew that I would never want to do anything to hurt him. On the other hand it seemed like this was something he wanted me to do. I decided to do it. I called Brandon and told him I’d be there.

I arrived at Brandon’s house and knocked on the door. Brandon answered the door. He was all smiles. “Hey! Glad you decided to come.” he said closing the door behind him. “I almost didn’t.” I followed him into the kitchen where Bill was busy making a salad. “Mike!” he exclaimed when he saw me. “Glad you could make it.” I nodded. “Thanks for having me.” Bill nodded. “I hope you like steak?” I nodded. “Who doesn’t?” We ate and then Bill asked the question I had been waiting for all night. “Wanna take a dip in the hotub?” he asked looking at me hopefully. I smiled. “I dont have and swim trunks.” Brandon shrugged. “We dont need any.”

I followed them out onto the deck and Bill turned on the hotub. When it was hot and frothy bubbles came up. I watched as they both began to strip. When Brandon was naked he slid into the hot water. “Ooh! Hot!” he exclaimed. I was looking at Bill. His chest was smooth and his abs were rock hard. He was built like a tank. I watched as he unzipped his pants and giving me a sly smile pulled them down.

I gasped when I saw the size of Bills cock. It was almost 11 inches! It was thick and veiny. A tuft of black curly pubic hair above and a pair of heavy, low hanging balls below. He slid into the hotube beside Brandon. “Well, arent you going to join us?” Brandon asked. I nervously stripped. When I was naked Bill nodded. “You were right son, Mike is hot!” I laughed. “Thanks.” I slid into the hot foamy water between Brandon and his dad.

Brandon kissed me, his tongue slipping into my mouth to mingle with my own. I moaned when I felt Bill’s hand caress my thigh and grab my flaccid cock. He began stroking it. “Sit up on the edge of the hotub.” Bill said as he kissed my neck. When I did Bill engulfed my cock with his hot mouth. I cried out in pleasure. “Oh yeah!” Brandon moved underneath Bill and took his dad’s monster cock into his mouth. I was shocked and turned on as I watched his work on his dads’s cock. Bill took my cock out of his mouth long enough to say “That’s it son! Suck my dick!” Before latching back onto my slippery rod.

Soon all three of us were panting and moaning. Bill moaned louder. “Oh fuck! I’m gonna cum!!” He thrust his hips, fucking his sons face. Brandon reached up and massaged his huge balls. Suddenly I felt Bill tense. “Fuck! Here it comes!” His eyes closed tightly and I could tell by the way Brandon’s adams apple bobbed up and down he was taking his dad’s load. “UUUHHHHH!!” Bill grunted. Seeing Brandon swallow his dad’s macho gazpacho put me over the edge. I grabbed my throbbing cock and began jerking off frantically as rope after rope of my hot, sticky cum shot out all over Bills balls and cock. “FFFUUUUCCCKKK!! I whimpered.

When I was empty we sat there in the hot water and caught our breath. “Wow!” Bill exclaimed looking at me. I nodded. “I know”. Brandon nodded. “Ditto!” Bill climbed out of the hotub and helped us out. “Let’s continue this in the bedroom!” Brandon and I smiled at eachother and nodded.

Will Brandon and Mike fuck Bill? Will Bill fuck his own son and Mike? Tune in next time to find out!!

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It was a warm summer afternoon as I saddled up my Stallion, Storm. I felt like going for a long ride up through the upper vast fields of the sparsely populated wilderness. I knew a place where there was not a speck of population around. There was nothing but thousands of acres of woodlands and Meadow.

I was craving solitude; (my lover and soul mate of ten years had passed away a year ago, due to a freak accident while hiking. I was devastated. I learned to slowly deal with my loss, but I still missed him immensely.)

This afternoon I was particularly feeling quite lonely and depressed. I thought that a good long ride with Storm would make me feel better. Maybe there just maybe might be a studly Cowboy hunk for me to meet and start a new life together. I had to laugh at myself. Ya right, there goes my imagination again. If Only

I put Storms saddle on him and then cinched the ropes under his belly so that it wouldn’t slip off.

Then I went around to his head and nuzzled his nose affectionately with mine.

I murmured to him in a soft sad voice, “Well Storm, It’s just you and me. Are you ready for a long relaxing ride boy?”

Storm whinnied in my face as if trying to say, “I am here for you Budd. Cheer up.” I gave him a final pet on the head and then went to his side and mounted him. I settled into the saddle and taking the reins steered him over to the small road that led to the start of the wilderness. I urged him to a trot, then a gallop, and finally to a canter. We were racing over the ground at cruising velocity. The wind was blowing through his mane and up into my hair. I could smell the horsiness of Storm as he cantered over the fields. It smelt so good. There was nothing more heavenly than the scent of a stallion as you rode him. Ask any cowboy, he will say the same thing. A cowboy and his Stallion were very close.

We rode for a good half hour and were enjoying each other’s company. Every once in a while I leaned forward in my saddle and gave his neck a friendly loving rub. He would nicker back at me, in what seemed to be his way of showing approval and love back.

As we rode up the path, up ahead there appeared a river. I was surprised, as I had never seen a river around here before. We approached it and came to a stop. It was only about 7 feet across.

Strange how I had never noticed it before.

I considered for a moment and then bending over close to Storms ear I asked him, “Hey Storm, do you think that you are up to jumping that river and then we can see what is on the other side?”

Storm nodded his head and nickered. Oh ya he was game. No problem for this stallion. It was amazing how Storm seemed to always understand my every word. He was one smart Stallion. Without me even having to do anything, he turned around and trotted back a little ways, faced back to the river and then broke into an almost immediate canter. I was quite surprised because normally a horse couldn’t do that. They had to start out as a trot to a gallop and then canter. Storm was truly one amazing horse.

He picked up speed and reached the river bed then made a terrific leap and cleared the river coming to a landing on the other side. As he did this there was a sudden FLASH. When we came to a stop I was dumfounded. What had just happened? I glanced to my right and we were on a beach. I turned around and the river was gone. Instead there was what looked like a vast ocean behind us.

I had no idea where we were. Storm seemed to be puzzled too. I looked over to the cliffs in a distance and for a moment thought I saw a well-built man opening his shirt. Wow he looked hot. Then he disappeared. Was it a mirage, was this whole thing that was happening a mirage. But the beach was still there.

I looked ahead of me and saw a long gravel pathway, almost like a small road. In a distance I could see a cluster of trees.

I touched Storm on the shoulder and said to him, “Storm I don’t know what this is but that road ahead of us seems to be beckoning to us. Shall we proceed along it?” Storm didn’t even hesitate. He immediately started along the gravel path. Storm was going at a slow trot as we moved along. There were beautiful fields and meadows all around us filled with all sorts of wild plant life. It was spectacular.

The weather was absolutely perfect; with the air fresh and crisp. There were scents of the surrounding fields and they smelled like ambrosia. I was really beginning to enjoy this strange ride. We slowly rode up the path at a leisurely pace.

I always felt so comfortably when I rode Storm. It was if he were a part of me. He always sensed my every move and anticipated what I was going to do. Damn if only he were Human. We were getting closer and closer to what seemed like an entrance to a forest. It looked so inviting to me. I urged Storm to go a bit faster and he obliged. We approached the entrance and proceeded in. There were small trees, shrubs and buses on both sides of the path. It seemed to be beckoning us to follow it through to the end. It took us about fifteen minutes to pass through the whole expanse of it. And when we reached the other side.

There spreading before us was a spectacular meadow filled with bright yellow flowers. It was so unbelievably beautiful. I noticed off to the side a small sign. It said Welcome to Serenity Acres. I glanced around at the immense meadow. The fragrance of it was unbelievable. The Trail continued on through the flowered woodland. Storm and I proceeded forward. I looked side to side just drawing in the amazing sight. The meadow seemed like it just went on and on forever. We traveled through it for almost a half an hour. In a distance I could see it coming to an end. We approached the ending of the field and saw spreading before us an open field. As we stepped out of the meadow I noticed a movement to my left hand side. I quickly glanced in that direction and there much to my surprise, sat a truly handsome Cowboy on his Steed. He was looking my way with a look of shock on his face. He was gorgeous. He wore a Denim shirt and tight 591 button fly blue jeans. A white cowboy hat and a pair of jet black cowboy boots. I glanced at his crotch, holy shit, look at that bulge I thought. It was enormous. It stuck out over the saddle horn and looked so enticing.

As I approached him he said in an amazed voice, “Hey stranger, I haven’t seen anyone for a number of years. I have lost track of how long I have been here. I was riding my stallion Flash and crossed a river only to find myself on this desert Island. No matter how much I looked I could never find my way back. My name is Jacob, I am so glad to see you.”

I reached his side and reached out my hand to him and took his in mine. He felt so good. His hand was warm and had the feeling of a studly man. I could feel the energy transferring between us at his touch.

I replied to him, “Howdy, pleased to meet you. I’m Dex, Dex Wolverine. The same thing happened to me. I must have come to the same river, when my Stallion Storm and I jumped it we found ourselves here. I thought that I was alone. I am glad that someone else is here too.”

I still held his hand in mine all this while. Then I realized what I was doing and started to release my grip. But he held my hand tightly not wanting to let go,

“I am just so happy to finally have company. I have been so lonely.” He murmured in a deep husky voice. “It is so good to see you.”

With reluctance he finally released my hand.

I looked him in the dreamy eyes of his and stated, “Well, when I crossed the river I could see nowhere to return and accepted the fact that I was probably stuck here. It is so great to find that I will not be alone and will have a companion to be with.”

We both dismounted our stallions and walked towards each other. I unknowingly was looking him up and down with my eyes. He was a fine studly figure of a man. I could surely fall for him.

Without warning he reached out his arms and embraced me. Hugging me tightly with his body pressed close to mine, he nestled his head onto my shoulder. He leaned back his head and looked deep into my eyes. He was crying. I looked back into his baby Blue eyes and then on a compulsion leaned forward and placed my mouth against his. He didn’t even flinch but met my lips with his. Suddenly we were madly kissing one another. Rubbing our warm lips against each other’s. Then he parted my mouth and his tongue entered into it. He was hugging me with such intensity as we kissed. I feel his lust pouring into my body as mine poured into his.

We remained that way for what seemed like an eternity.

Jacob took his mouth off of mine and with his arms still around me cried out in a passionate voice,

“Oh Dex, You are a God send. I have been so lonely and now suddenly there is a hot Cowboy in my arms. Holding me and not pulling away. You are a dream come true.” He kept hugging me and rubbing his crotch into mine.

“Jacob, I think it was destiny, I lost my loved one about a year ago and have been extremely lonely. I have been craving companionship for what seems like forever.”

I murmured affectionately back to him, “And now to find a handsome virile cowboy stud like you. I am sure that we are meant for each other. Let’s get to know one another better.”

Reluctantly we released one another. And stood back as he looked up and down my body I repeated the act. When our eyes met again, there was such excitement in them. We were made for each other. Both of us magnificent looking Cowboys. Handsome in every way.

And by judging the bulge in his jeans he looked to be hung like a horse. I myself was a good ten inches when hard.

Jacob said to me, “I have a Cabin not far from here that I built. Follow me back to it; I guess it will also be yours now too.”

With that said he mounted his stallion as I did mine and led me along the path to his home. It was only about ten minutes away. We didn’t say anything on the way there and I just couldn’t stop admiring his studly body.

Rounding a bend in the trail there before me was a lovely little cabin. With a stone chimney on the side of it.

How he achieved this amazing place with hardly any domesticated tools at his disposal showed that not only was he handsome but his was talented too. We approached the cabin and he led us around back. There was a small stable with no door on it. Just open a free.

I looked quizzically at Jacob.

He anticipated my question.

“Flash and I were the only ones each other had. I love him and we are extremely good friends.” He stated, “I could never pen him in and really don’t need too. He would never leave me as I would never leave him.”

I laughed and replied, “Well it’s the same with Storm and I. We are closer than most humans are and stallions alike. He is like a brother to me, regardless of the difference in species. I would do anything for him and he for I.”

We both climbed own out of our saddles and lead the two stallions over to the stable.

“So Storm, what do you think?” I asked him, “Do you approve of the accommodations?”

Storm turned his head and looked me in the eyes and nodded his head snorting. He snorted so hard he got me a bit wet with his drool. I didn’t care. It didn’t hurt me and besides I loved him.

Jacob and I laughed.

We took off the stallion’s saddles and gear. Put them away in the stable and then proceeded to groom them. As we brushed out our boys, Jacob and I kept glancing at each other. Big smiles were on our faces as we relished each other’s fine studly bodies.

When the stallions were done Jacob reached out his hand and led me inside the Cabin.

It was small but quaint. There was a double bed made of dried grasses against the wall. A small table that had a couple of chairs that he had built. And a counter with Kitchen utensils that he had carved out of wood.

There were no facilities as can be understood as there were no sources of plumbing or hydro in the wilderness. He mentioned that there was a small outhouse in the back and not far away was a stream where he got his water from.

It was a little paradise, unmarred by civilisation.

Jacob watched me as I admired the interior of the fine cabin he had built.

I blurted out to him, “Jacob, you are amazing. Look what you have done with so little! You seem so multi tasked; I wonder what your other talents are.”

Jacob laughed and then grabbing me pushed me down on the bed and jumped on top of me. He started to hug and kiss and fondle me. I wrapped my arms around him as we rolled all over the bed. I could feel the spent up love energy pulsating through each other’s bodies. Entering one another and flowing back and forth. Joining us together.

We were becoming one. While we fondled one another, we started to strip off each other’s cloths. First off with the shirts then the boots and finally the jeans and boxers.

I looked down at Jacob’s body. He was perfect. A nice six-pack chest. And that cock, it was at full mask, it was ten inches long and about two thick. Exactly what I craved and needed. Jacob was looking down at me too. At my firm chest and my hard cock. I was also ten inches and two inches thick. It was almost as if we had twin man rods.

I gently took his cock in my hand and caressed it lovingly, as he did to me. The sensation was unbelievable. I thought that I would blow my load right then and there. But I held back.

Slowly I moved my body down till my mouth was at his cock. He hesitated a moment as he rotated his body so we were in sixty-nine position. Then as one we engulfed each other’s cocks. Our warm mouths massaged the shafts as we both took them as far as they could go down our throats.

Jacob tasted amazing, I relished every inch of him as he did me. We built up speed as we sucked harder and harder. I couldn’t hold back, I let out a loud moan and started to unload inside of Jacob’s gullet. As I did so he also came. Filling me equally with his hot juice. It tasted like ambrosia. I gulped down every drop not wanting to waste any bit of it.

We were both moaning in ecstasy.

Our arms wrapped around each other’s torsos, rubbing the cheeks of our asses with firm manly hands. It was truly hot and sensual. As we finished climaxing we pulled off each other and rotated to be face to face. I leaned forward and licked the stray drips of cum off of Jacob’s shin as he did to me. We both laughed at each other’s joy.

Jacob looked me penetratingly in my eyes with his baby blues, some tears were running down his cheeks. Smiling he said, “Oh Dex, I think I have fallen in love with you. I am blessed that you appeared to me. I need you so much.”

I started to weep as well and reaching up my hand wiped the tears off his face and licked my fingers.

“Since I lost my Lover I have been so lonely. And now you have come into my life. It seems to be destined. I also have fallen in Love with you too. Please be mine forever.” I pleaded to him.

“Oh yes Dex, forever,” He cried out.

We hugged each other firmly and had our faces buried in our chests, as we wept in thankfulness for one another.

As we held one another we could feel each other’s energy joining and becoming one. It was amazing. I was becoming his and he mine.

All of a sudden I awoke. We had fallen asleep wrapped together. I glanced into Jacob’s beautiful face and watched him for a while. He was perfect. Smooth skin and cute dimples on his cheeks. As I watched him he came to wakefulness. He cracked a smile and licked my face.

We laughed and hugged tighter. Just enjoying one another.

Jacob stretched and then said to me, “Well stud of mine, we had better get up and tend to our stallions and make some breakfast. “

He climbed out of bed and tossed my jeans and boots to me.

“All I want is to have you put on your jeans and boots, I want to admire your firm sexy chest.” He begged of me. “As you wish, after all I am here to please you. And if that is what you want then that is what you get.” I replied.

We watched each other as we dressed. I felt like I just wanted to undress again and tackle this Cowboy of mine. But it was true, we had stuff to do.

Hand in hand we went out to the stable; both stallions greeted us with warm nickers. It seemed they had made friend overnight as well, as they stood side by side with their bodies touching.

We gave them fresh water and a bit of harvested and cured hay. They seemed satisfied.

Then to my amazement Jacob wrapped his arms around me and kissed me deeply. All of a sudden he whirled me around and pulled down my jeans, they dropped to the ground. He opened his own jeans and then placing his hard cock against my entrance,

In a hot passionate voice, he whispered down to me,

“And Now Dex, I am going to make you truly mine, all the way.”

I pushed back towards his cock and he entered me. There was no pain just pure bliss, my gateway eagerly opened to accept him. His huge cock slowly entered into his and now forever love channel. It felt so damn good. It was meant for me. He didn’t stop until he had all ten hard thick inches deep inside of me. His balls against my ass cheeks. He let out a moan of pure lust as he held himself to the hilt, embedded in me. My ass was quivering with the wonderful feeling. I could feel his cock pulsating as the blood flowed through his veins in it.

He pulled out and then firmly plunged back in pulling me onto his hot cock. His balls slapped hard against my ass cheeks with loud noises. He built up gusto and was plowing me like the hard stud he was. He was using his new found cowboy as he liked it. I was his and he was mine as he possessed me totally. Over and over again he rode me deeper harder with every thrust. I was in sheer bliss. He rode me for half an hour; I couldn’t believe that he had so much stamina.

He kept using me and then with a loud wolf like howl, yelled, “Oh Ya, Fucken Shit, I’m gonna cum. Oh take my load baby. With one final deep plunge he emptied the contents of his full balls and started to fill me up. His cock was pulsating inside of me as I clenched my ass cheek muscles tightly around him. He was howling like mad. Shot after shot filled me up. Then he finished his organism and nearly collapsed on top of my back. I had my hands on my knees so I could support his weight. He stayed inside me and just lay there on top of me. He was panting and sweating all over me. I loved every bit of it and him too. At last he stood up, his body glistened with sweat. His hair was matted and he just looked so gorgeous. The stallions were intently watching and seemed to be horse laughing at us. My ass was dripping with his cum as it ran down my leg. I reached down and massaged the juice into my skin and let it be absorbed. A good skin lotion I laughed to myself. I turned around and we had another fierce hug session with each other. Just loving one another and relishing in our sweat as we mingled together. Hand in hand we went back to the Cabin. For now we were done but then there is always the future.

Whew the End.

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‘It was an accident I swear’ the blond headed man said, on his knees pleading.

‘because of you a human died!’

‘I know, I’m sorry please forgive me’ the winged, blond pleaded.

‘NO you will be stripped of your angel status’

‘no not that-‘ the man woke up startled, terrified o the nightmare. He woke up in a white room, with a small tv in the corner, and the smell of stale sanitization fluids filled the air.

‘hello’ a woman said, entering the room. She had long black hair, that was tied back with a purple scrunchy, that matched her purple polka dot scrubs. ‘how are you feeling?’ she asked. He was panicing, he wasn’t in Heaven anymore, he had fallen to Earth. ‘it’s okay, you took quite a fall, I’m suprized your awake so soon’ she said.

‘where am I?’ the handsome blond man asked. ‘Buiton City hospital, I’m Carly by the way’ she said in a cheerful tone.

‘Antonuis, you can call me Anthony’ the ex-angel said.

‘here, you can watch some tv while I go talk to the doctors’ Carly said, handing Anthony a small tv remote. After the initial confusion of all the colorful buttons, Anthony figured out how to work the remote, insanely on the news. ‘well let’s see what’s been happening on Earth’ Anthony thought to himself. Several things have happened lately, new tv stars were born, some died, reforms have been made, and many other things. The one thing that attracted Anthony’s attention though was the gangs, instead of feeling the sorrow for violence as he did when he was an angel, he felt an entirely new emotion, it was like happy but not quite. Anthony had gotten his first errection to a police sketch of HellFire’s gang leader, Damion ‘Diablo’.

Chapter 2

Anthony became obsessed with finding Damion, wanting to do every naughty thing, that he never even thought of before. As an angel, his thoughts were always pure, now they were pure filth. Anthony managed to make his way to HellFire territory, deep in New York. It’s been almost a month since his first boner, and his cock hasn’t been soft much since that day. HellFire graphitti covered the walls, burning skulls covered many of the walls. Anthony felt so turned on, and so nervous at the same time. He’s managed to save himself for the stud known as Diablo, despite wanting to fuck every man he saw, he saved his cherry ass. A Latina chick dressed slutty, walked in front of him.

‘who da hell’s is you?’ she asked, attitude clear.

‘Anthony’

‘da hell do you want fool?’

‘To join HellFire’ he said, matter of factly.

‘Pff, ain’t no way HellFire, or any gang having a pretty boy like you.’ she said.

‘I can fight’

‘I doubt that, if you can take Tons over here I’ll let you through’ she said. Tons turned out to be a massive Mexican man standing not far, despite his enormous size he had blended into the shadows.

‘oh shit’ Anthony thought feeling the ground shake as this tan giant stepped out of the darkness that once hid him.

Chapter 3

Despite the huge size differences, Anthony had kicked Tons’ ass, beating him up pretty bad. ‘alright pretty boy I guess you got some skill’ she said, allowing him into the alleyway. There were iron bars that lead underground and back up to an under ground hideout, HellFire’s hideout. After some looks and questions by numerous guards, Anthony was allowed in. Anthony’s jaw dropped when he saw him, Damion, a tall, tan dark haired hunk. His only flaw was the scar across his face, and that only made him look manlier. Anthony had seen porn, and nearly shot off his first load. He’s materbated before but has never Been able to cum like the men on camera. It’s been a few months since he’s joined the gang, Anthony was a promising member, he was a good fighter, could tag quick, and because of his prettyboy face no one thought he was part of a gang. Damion one day invited Anthony to his office. It was an abandoned warehouse in Queens, a large Mahogany desk lay in the office above, overlooking the large space.

‘no one’s shown this much enthusiasm toward the gang as you have Anthony’ he said in a deep, sexy man voice, with just a hint of accent, Anthony was usure of where. ‘So I’d like to offer you to be my mate’

Anthony looked shocked, not believing Damion had just asked that ‘I’m sorry what?’

‘you heared right, I know you have a crush on me, I thought as a reward I could bang you, your hot I could date you’

At the sound of that Anthony started pulling off his shirt.

‘woah there handsome, not here, we can have fun elsewhere’

‘Do I really have to wait?’ Anthony asked like an impatient child.

Damion grabbed Anthony’s lower back, just above his nice round bubble butt and their lips met. Anthony could feel the snake tounge exploring his mouth, he closed his eyes in pleasure. ‘Wait snake tounge?’ he thought throwing open his eyes. Their eyes met, Damion’s eyes were blood red, the pupils slitted like a snake’s.

‘That’s right angel boy, I’m a demon’ he said whispering in Anthony’s ear. Anthony was terrified, and yet so turned on, ‘I’m going to be a demon’s cum dump’ he thought, drooling.

Damion led the way out of his office and to an apartment complex not far. Damion had a two story pent house at the very top of the 20 story building. The second the door opened Damion slammed Anthony against the wall and started making out with him, his thin, snake like tounge exploring.

Anthony ripped off his shirt ‘enough foreplay demon’ he said pulling off his clothes, his 8 inch hard cock popping out, a little bush of blond pubes above the thick fleshy rod.

‘oh you want to see my demon form huh?’ Damion said, his skin turning red. In a few moments a giant, red skinned, winged, horned demon towered over Anthony. The best feature was a giant, red, peirced cock swinging low between the demon’s legs, along with an equally large pair of red testicles. Anthony’s virgin butthole quivered in anticipation. He quickly dropped to his knees and started licking the massive organ. It wasnt long before the red tool was hard, standing tall at 16 very thick inches. Anthony gulped. ‘You asked for it angelboy’ Damion said grabbing Anthony and forcing him on his back. A spiked tail teased Anthony’s tight little hole while Damion Lined up his giant demon dick with the virgin hole. Damion grinned, he knew Anthony’s spit all over his dick was dry by now, he was going to plow Anthony’s Virgin ass dry. Before Anthony could protest the massive cock rammed into his hole.

The pain was excruciating, Anthony had his tiny hole forced wide open to swallow the giant, hot dick. To make matters worst, Damion had his dick covered in spikes, every inch had a little spike through his thick dick, each spike slightly larger than the last. Anthony passed out by the third spike, only being three inches in. Anthony woke up with the huge demon on top of him, the massive cock still painfully burried deep in his anal cavity. Boiling hot fluid leaked from his stuffed hole ‘demon cum’ Anthony realized, Damion had kept fucking him even after he passed out. Damion wrapped his clawed hand on the back of Anthony’s head and they started making out, deep kisses.

‘Your not like other demon’s are you?’

‘No, I feel emotions other than lust, that’s why I was banned from Hell’ Damion explained

‘you mean-‘

‘Yes love’ he said grabbing Anthony’s big bubble butt and starting to gently thrust his massive cock. It still hurt, but this time there was hot cum as lube. Damion was gentle this time, soon nothing but pleasure for Anthony, his ass used to taking such massive meat. Anthony moaned, loving the huge invader, how it reached every pleasure spot inside of him. Damion’s huge hot balls were soon slapping against Anthony. Without even touching himself, Anthony soon shot his first load, huge thick ropes of cum shooting out almost painfully. The tight spasming of his ass caused Damion to start blasting another hot load into Anthony. With his long snake like tounge Damion started licking up Anthony’s cum and kissing him, so he could taste his own load. They laid there for sometime, in the after glow of hot sex.

‘It’s funny I went from hunting demon’s, and now that I’m human, I’m still hunting demon’s’ Anthony observed. Damion grinned ‘I think I might have a fetish for ex-angels now’ the two laid there making out for a bit before Anthony’s human form became too tired to continue, Damion laid, still buried deep in Anthony and waited, unsleeping by his lover’s side.

He appears next to me as I exit the club. “Shall we take a taxi?” he asks. “Why should we,” I reply — I’m arrogant, I know, but I can’t help it. “Why do you have to leave without a trick?” he shoots back.

He’s black, slender, wears a polo shirt and unassuming beige slacks. My gaze descends to his package. He follows my eyes. He knows there’s no need for concern, his physique will speak for itself. He’s winning. He hails a cab. “Where’s going,” the cab driver asks. “Home,” he answers, gives an address somewhere uptown. His right hand is now in my lap, my left hand is in his. My emerging erection provides a sense of direction (rhymes). He leans into me, slaps my cheek playfully with his hand, kisses. My erection is pleased. I feel his boner through his pants, undo his zipper, get hold of his uppity dick. “That’s what I need,” I think. “That’s what you need,” he says.

The taxi stops in chique neighborhood, town houses. Dawn is in the air. “I’d like to join you,” the cab driver says, apparently meaning it, the poor guy. “Next time,” my black trick replies as he gets out, pushing his dick back into its briefs in an awkward gesture, raising the zipper perfunctorily, the cab driver noticing. His envy shows in the emerging daylight.

An expensive main door with polished brass ornaments opens on a flight of steps, a large room, more space, a bedroom. He draws the curtains. “I need a shower first,” I say. He puts his hand on my shoulder, gives me this appreciative look. “You’re clean enough,” he answers. He’s getting ceremonial now, embracing me, smacking a wet kiss on my lips, hunkering down, undoing my belt, unzipping my pants, like in a porn flick. He fondles my penis appreciatively. “We’re good,” he says, and strips himself. “Lie down,” he says, and points with his dick to the bedroom, “I need to pee.”

I’m on his bed now, with my butts — my best part — pointing to the ceiling. “You seem to know what I want,” he states casually as he enters the room. I lean on my forearm and turn my head. His enormous member is throbbing slightly, pointing skyward, God is involved. He gets hold of his dick, slips a condom, brings it back into a lateral position. A casual spit in the direction of my anus, another casual spit onto the jonny. He’s ready.

The room explodes in a yell, my yell, I realize a split second later, as lightening is striking my abdomen. “No,” I scream, “no, you are too big, man.” “Relax,” he says, holding still, his dick still in position. “We need gel,” I say. “No,” he says, “we like it rough. We’re purists, nothing but Afro-American saliva to lubricate our passion.” “Please,” I say. He’s still holding still, the pain is subsiding slowly. “How do you feel,” he asks after an eternity. “Better,” I say. “I’m in by three inches, five more to go.” I wiggle my butt. He slaps it casually. “More spit,” I plead. “OK, he says, but it’ll hurt again.” He exits, spits some more spit onto his dick. Another thrust, another painful explosion, as predicted. “Ooh, no,” I yell, my eyes filled with tears. He’s unmoved, his member still inside. “Give it a moment, you’ll see.” The pain relents indeed, faster than the first time. “Better?” he asks. “Yes,” I say. “Gently,” I say.

He’s pushing ever so gently now. “Five inches to go,” he’s counting down, “four. three.” If I would have words for the sensation. Perhaps we need so much sex because we can’t really describe it. “Two,” he continues, “one, done.” I groan in reply. “I’m in the tunnel of pleasure,” he waxes, and there’s’ a brilliant light at the end of it.” I’m still hurting, but something in me wants him to stay. “Gently,” I say again. He’s going in reverse, slowly withdrawing his dick by some inches. Another gentle thrust. Back and forth, slowly, as my pain transforms into lust. I’m full of him now, full of urge, yearning, passion, of sexual delight, in short, I’m full of a majestic cock. “Is this love?” I ask. “Depends,” he says, not interrupting his rhythm, “depends on your position.”

He’s fucking me now, up and down, back and forth, thrust after thrust, pushing, provoking, accelerating. I’m versatile, but I know how to come as bottom. “I’m coming,” I say. “Wait, he says,” and exits. “Turn around,” he says. I’m lying on my back now, he’s standing over me, jerking his dick, his balls swinging. More jerking, accent by accent. And then, his first groan, an arrow of white milk shooting out of his meatus onto my face, my neck, my breasts. Another shot, a third one. He’s groaning again, squeezing his dick for the last drop, squeezing again. “How about you,” he asks, squatting next to the bed, as he fondles my member. There’s isn’t much work to do, the dick explodes at his touch. Cum all over the place, my body, his face, his sheets. “See,” he says, I told you. “Is this love,” I ask again. “It was love,” he replies.

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Alistar stood there, dumbfounded by me. IT WAS PRICELESS!!! His eyes, red as crimson with flecks bright as gold in them, stared at me. His lips, from which I just stole a kiss, frozen in place unable to form words. His entire body tense and on edge. His biceps, which unconsciously bulge when he moves, were now locked in place. His abdominals clenched tight in their undead glory. Also his pecs are those of a Celtic Warrior God! His tight shirt displaying it all in such a seductive way…

But I haven’t always loved Alistar. When we first met 700 years ago I was a well recognized Vampire Hunter and thought that there was no Vampire that could beat me. I was given the task of exterminating him, which clearly didn’t turn out well. I was beaten in 10 seconds flat, yet he didn’t kill me. Was I not worth his time? Was I truly so weak that he couldn’t bother? I became obsessed with the hunt and chased Alistar for another 100 years. In those 100 years I must have faced thousands of defeats and I knew my skills were improving, but still he refused to kill me.

I realized that he didn’t want to kill me. Alistar wasn’t an evil blood sucking killer like other Vampires I had met, and I became more and more obsessed. When I would catch up to him, I wouldn’t attack immediately. I found myself watching him, sometimes for days on end. While watching, I learned many things about him. I learned how when he wakes up, he stretches all the muscles in his body THOROUGHLY. I learned that when he walks, his back has perfect posture, and he holds himself in the image of a true warrior. I learned that when he goes to sleep, he doesn’t toss and turn or even move a muscle. But by the time he wakes up, he has moved around so much that he is half naked in a destroyed bed. Gleaming in the morning sun I continued to watch him sleep and it was then that I realized just how beautiful Alistar was. In the way he moved to the way he slept, all of it was perfection. My 100 year obsession for him turned to love in that one instant and he became my world.

For for what seemed like an eternity, I tried to talk to him, to explain my feelings to him. Never did I get the chance. I was a Hunter and Alistar was a Vampire. He refused to let down his guard around me. My emotions raged for release and yearned to be heard by the only person who mattered in the whole world. I became crazed at the thought of him, and he was all I ever thought about. My desires for him grew with every year, so much so that it felt like they threatened to kill me. I needed to over power him to get him to listen, and I did what I had too. I researched witchcraft for the last 50 years. I scavenged for any book with relevant material and turned myself into something, dark, and maybe something evil. However I had gained power. A power that Alistar stood no chance in defeating.

That led me here, to Notre Dame, where I have found Alistar at last. He still hasn’t been able to move from the shock he received tonight. Oh how I wish that I would have done this years ago all to see that one look on his face. I move in a little closer and examine him carefully. He looks so shocked just because I kissed him. Alistar is truly surprised beyond belief! This was unthinkable. I have done it, I have forced him to pay attention to me and he will never have the luxury to look away again. Alistar will become mine. I will take him to the ends of the earth and beyond with me. Then my maddened gaze broke him out of his reverie to look into my eyes once more.

“And Cameron… Why exactly, did you…. kiss me?” Alistar stuttered in such a quite tone I could barely hear it. He actually stuttered! I have never seen such an expression on his face. Beaming at this revelation I smiled again letting years of emotions out in this one simple gesture.

“Well we have known each other for 700 years. I would say we have a very special relationship.” I said in a giddy voice. It’s finally happening, we are having a conversation and he isn’t using that vicious tone with me.

With his back already forced against the wall I move in closer, trying to absorb every ounce of information I can get on this whole new side of Alistar. He slumps up against the wall as his surprise mixed with fear overwhelms him and his knee’s begin to shake. Yet, he still tries to stand tall, his posture slowly corrects it self, the Celtic Warrior God that I know is still in there. His beauty is intact as his sculpted chest heaves in and out faster than normal, sweat glistens on his forehead and drips off his bright red bangs. His shoulders straighten as they involuntarily rise to face any foe, even as his hands shake.

I reach down quickly and snatch up one of his quivering hands. Alistar jumps at the movement. I feel his hand without a pulse, cold in mine. The pale skin is rough from years of exercise and fighting. Even his hand is full of defined muscle from all the practice with a sword. I raise it up and gently brush my lips against his hand, softly expressing all my repressed feelings over the years though this one small contact. Shock washes over his face freezing him in place yet again. It feels like I have so much power now. A simple touch and Alistar is either too shocked or too scared to move properly. This overload of expression is just to much form him to process, which give me many more opportunities.

“Alistar,” I softly address him and he looks into my eyes, bewildered by my tone. I stare back, my passion burning bright in my gaze. I pull him into a strong embrace, refusing to let him go. He struggles but cannot resist me now. The world around me ceases to exist. For the first time I am able to feel him, and smell him as I am absorbed by my attraction for him. He feels like a living marble statue, the supple skin impeccably defined by his perfect muscles and cold to the touch. His smell like that of the winter air, crisp and fresh, leaving me with the need to breath in deeper. Then later feeling the bite of the cold in my lungs.

Intoxicated by him now and with 600 years of yearning behind me I can no long stop, even if I wanted to. I push him down to the ground and I slip my hand up his shirt to slowly tease his tensing abs, feeling all the power they hold. Alistar, burning the remains of his confusion with anger, begins struggling even harder. He wriggles and squirms beneath my touch but powerless to stop me. My hand continues upward and I reach his pecs. Their perfection is indescribable. His sent fills my nose more and more, acting like a drug and I am getting ready for the high.

“STOP Cameron!” Alistar suddenly shouts, his voice ringing with anger and rage. He continues struggling to no avail. Actually, his attempts at escape increases my need for him. An insatiable hunger that is fed by my longing for him which grows with every touch. His cold body begins to heat up with the exertion as his muscles flex and relax, making my body tingle with the excitement of it. I want to tie him down and prove to him just how powerless his is against me.

“STOP!” He roars one final time into my ear, but it’s different. I sensed something other than fear and anger in his tone. I thought I heard disgust. I look up and there it is, shining in his glorious red eyes, disgust while looking down at me. It swirls in his eyes and sends my mind spinning. A tumult or emotions parade through my mind at this and slowly settles on a paramount sadness that invades my uplifted mood. A look of disgust… My spirit comes crashing down with his gaze.

I stop my aggressive exploration of his body and Alistar calms down. I lay down on his chest, using it like a pillow. Gently this time I hug him. I embrace him with love, rather than lust, and to my surprise he doesn’t resist as much. I look up at him. He is focused now on the church, seeming to contemplate and understand it’s entire design from the bells to the front door. His beauty is the only focal point in my mind as I listen to his breathing slow and feel his skin cool beneath me. He calms me down, just being here with him make me feel refreshed like I haven’t been living until just a few moments ago. Everything before was just a prologue to a life that will start now. Calming thoughts embrace me and I feel content here with Alistar and my fatigue from everything begins to catch up to me.

“I have loved you for so long Alistar,” I mumble half to myself, “please stay with me forever, these years have been heart wrenching being so far away from you.” A tear trickles down my cheek as my consciousness begins to drift off into sleep. I can feel Alistar looking down at me, not with hostility anymore, but not the way the I look at him either. He doesn’t move, or say anything. Maybe he didn’t realize I was speaking to him? However, my brain is too tired to finish that thought and the sandman sends me to slumberland where I dream of Alistar, and always will.

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It was a bright sunny Saturday evening about an hour or so before dusk. The sun was shining through my living rooms west window as it was slowly sinking into the horizon.

I had been working in the garden all day, weeding and cutting the grass. Trimming the bushes, just sorta doing the regular yard care work around my house.

During the day every once in a while I would notice my hot hunky neighbour in his yard doing chores as well. He had on nothing but a pair of nice jogging shorts. His body was fine. His shorts displayed his Butt and crotch enticingly. God I wish I could have him, but I think he was straight or so I thought. Every once in a while he would also glance over at me. He gave a smile and a wave. I smiled back at him and nodded my head in greeting. Finally I had finished for the day and because I was a bit grubby I decided to have a shower and clean myself up. I am a clean freak and was into cleanliness. Including giving myself a douche to keep my innards in good shape and wash all the toxins out of my body. I had finished up, put on my boxers and then went to the living room to lounge on my sofa with my feet up on the ottoman. While I had been cleaning up a sudden storm had blown in. I could see it out the window. The Rain was teaming down hard. Good the garden needed it. It was a bit dry. Suddenly there was a loud crash of thunder and a large flash of lightning. It lit up the sky and my living room. The lightning lit up one of my favourite pictures that was hanging on the wall. It was of a Genie Stud. I often looked at it and wished that he was my Genie and could grant me a wish or two.

I snickered to myself and then blurted out in a loud demanding, pleading desperate voice,

“Oh, my magical Genie, you know I am lonely and in need of a studly companion to help me with my fantasies and dreams. Please I implore you, grant me this one wish and I will be eternally grateful.”

I bowed my head to him in submission and closed my eyes and wished as hard as I could.

The picture hung near my window. As I opened my eyes I noticed that the storm had cleared up and blown away. The last of the evening sunlight was streaming through the window. I noticed a movement in the window to the right of the Genie picture. I looked over and there in front of the window was my neighbour . There he stood silhouetted in the glass. I could see his rather large manhood hanging between his legs through the thin material of his boxer shorts. He had a Fine looking body, handsome face with dreamy blue bedroom eyes. He had a big smile on his face as he looked at me. My mouth had dropped open in surprise. He dropped his hand to his crotch and fluffed it a bit. All the while grinning at me with an expectant look in his hot penetrating commanding eyes.

I recovered my composure and managed to stutter out, “Clip, what are you doing here? How did you get in?”

Clip Laughed and answered in his manly deep Baritone voice, “Well Dex, I suddenly had this urge to come here to see you. I know you are gay and noticed you watching me most of the day. Goggling at my body. I decided to give you a treat and let you have me. You won’t be sorry. I know exactly what you want. I suddenly just had this intuition that you wanted me to Top you and use you. Make you my Sex toy. I’m right am I not Buddy?”

Again I stuttered in a trembling subdued voice, “This is too good to be true, I thought that you were straight. I never even thought in the least that I could have you. Am I dreaming? Can this be true?”

Clip drawled out, “Oh its true Buddy, I was straight, but for some reason I got this uncontrollable urge to ravish you and make you mine tonight and maybe every night. I will show and do things to you that you have never experienced. Take you places you have never been before. I will make you inexplicably and totally mine.”

When he had finished speaking he sauntered over to me, his cock swinging in his shorts hitting the front of them.

He stood in front of me, his crotch head level on me and then in a controlling voice ordered me, “Open my shorts and take out your pacifier. That’s right start caressing it; lick it with the long tongue of yours. Gulp it down and suck it while you put out your tongue and lap at my heavy cum filled balls.”

I obeyed him immediately. Opening my mouth as wide as I could I engulfed him to the base of his cock!! My lower face was buried in his pubic hairs, I could smell his manliness, and it was like ambrosia. It sent my head spinning in rapture. I stuck out my tongue while holding his shaft in my mouth and started to lick his balls. Round and round my tongue swirled. He was a bit sweaty and tasted so good. I licked all around the massive balls and could almost reach his butt hole. I stretched out my tongue as far as I could and was only centimetres away from his hole. He was quivering with the pure pleasure I was bringing to him. He put his hands behind my head and firmly gripped my hair. Then he pulled his cock almost all the way out and started to face fuck me. He was big, huge in fact, but I was eager with want of him and took his rod willingly. His balls were slapping loudly against my chin as he worked my mouth. I used my throat muscles to loosen as he thrust and tighten as he pulled out. He was moaning in pure ecstasy. He was building up speed as he plowed into my face. I was in heaven, here was this stud ravishing me with his super hard Hung Cock. I was in heaven. He kept fucking me for at least for forty five minutes. His sweet sweat was dripping all over my head and body. It felt so good. Suddenly he let out an animalistic howl of Lust.

He yelled out, “Oh Fuck Dex, Here is my Love juice. I give it to you. Take it with my blessing. Ahhhhhhhhh.” Then as he built up steam he gave himself to me.

He started to pulsate as he emptied his load inside my throat. I couldn’t hold back, I also started to shoot. My cum exploded in gushers, covering his legs and my chest. I had never felt or cum like this before. I totally emptied my nutsacks as he came to the end of his climax.

With his hands still on the back of my head he started to collapse forward. I reached up with my strong arms and helped him to the sofa beside me.

He was leaning back in the sofa and had a look of shear bliss on his face. I reached up with my hand and stroked his cheek, caressing him gently and lovingly. He went MMMMMNNNN in a soft tone. He opened his eyes and looked at me with his baby blues. God he was so handsome, I could just eat him up.

His eyes penetrated mine; it was almost as if he was subjecting me to his will.

As I looked back into his adoring eyes he spoke out in a warm sexy voice, “Dex, that was stupendous, but I am not done with you yet. I have much more to do, show and train you. But first off to the shower with us.”

He stood up reached down with his strong arms and pulled me to my feet. He wrapped his arm around me and led me to wards my bathroom. Gently pulling me into the shower with him. Closing the curtain. I leaned over to turn on the shower. As I did my ass was displayed before him. He stuck out his hand and slapped my butt. Not hard but just enough to make me feel it. He sent shivers up and down my spine. Oh God, He was treating me just like I needed and craved. I was willing to go all the way with him. He was in control, whatever he wanted I would do. I had never before totally submitted to a guy but for some reason for Clip I did.

As the warm spray rained down on us I turned to him and we both wrapped our arms around each other and started to kiss passionately.

I could feel the love and passion pouring out of me into him and back again into me, bringing with it his love and passion. We were intermingling with each other’s very Aura and Essence. Melding together you might say. Things started to get a li’l heated; Clip pushed me up against the wall while kissing me deeply. His man-sized cock is hard as a rock again, he uses his masculine strength to raise me up on the wall of the shower and slowly he slides me down, down onto his throbbing cock while I wrap my legs around his waist. Then we make slow passionate love under the shower spray, the water cascading down our bodies. The slap of his pelvis against my wet ass, the moans, the whimpers and the kissing is like life’s music that sets a rhythm for our animal mating dance. As I cry out for the second time, I bite Clips perfectly formed shoulder as I cum against his stomach. My ass tightens around Clips’s cock, like a thousand fingers pulling his load deep into my ass. Clip had only cum mere minutes ago but he again filled me up with his succulent fluids. It felt so right, my body accepted it, craved it. I wanted all of him, anyway anyhow. I was becoming his totally. I lived for him. I would die for him.

What was this stud doing to me? I was losing control. I never thought before that I would ever submit totally to another guy. But all I wanted to do was to please Clip. Had my Genie done something to me? When I had made the wish. Did I deep down inside of me have the fantasy of being owned by him. Had the Genie made my true feelings surface?

Oh well what the fuck. I liked what was happening, needed it, and wanted it. Let the fantasy continue. Lead me wherever it may go. Clip let me slowly drop to the floor then putting his arms around me led me out of the shower. He grabbed a towel and started to dry me off. He was gentle in his touch as he rubbed it all over me getting the moisture off. When he finished I grabbed another towels and did the same to him. After we were both dry, we could not stop looking at each other adoringly. There was an intense warm and exciting feeling traversing between us. Clip knew he had me in the palm of his hand. If he said jump I would.

Clip then suggested that we go to his place. He had a surprise to show me. He pulled on his White shorts and I my Boxers. He led me out my backdoor and across the property to his domain. Into the house and then through the kitchen down the hall to the basement door and down the stairs. We reached the bottom. There was a short hall with a door at the end. He gestured for me to proceed before him and through the door. As I walked along the hall he again slapped my ass cheeks lovingly. God that felt great. I reached the door, opened it and stepped into it. It was absolutely a man’s sex palace. There was a sling in the corner suspended from the ceiling. On the wall were hooks with various gear and costumes on them. There was a shelf by the sling with various Dildos and Toys placed across it.

Clip followed me and shut the door behind us. I turned to Clip and he was grinning from ear to ear.

In that hot dominating baritone voice of his he said, “Welcome to your new pleasure palace Dex, Here I will show you things, do things to you and train you completely. When I am finished you will be mine totally. But along with that I too will become yours totally. I had anticipated your being with me so I had gone out to the gay village to do some shopping. This is what I got. You will find the experience completely compelling and desirable. Now let us get into costume.”

He took me over to the wall with all the costumes. And began to put things on. I stood them watching him, enthralled.

First he pulled on a pair of suede cowboy chaps followed by Cowboy boots. Then a leather harness, a pair of studded gauntlets, Leather arm bands and lastly a pure white cowboy hat. When he was done he reached up to the hooks on the wall and started handing things to me. I stepped out of my boxers and was stark naked before him.

I proceeded to put on everything he was handing me. First a matching pair of chaps and cowboy boots. Then leather wrist bands with metal rings on them to secure me. A chain harness for my chest and shoulders. A Black Cowboy hat and a leather studded collar for my neck. I put everything on and stood in front of him for his approval.

Clip Growled out, “Nice, Nice. That’s a good look for you. Now into the sling with you.”

I turned the sling and he reached around me with his sensual arms and helped me climb up into the sling. I lay back and raised my feet to the stirrups halfway up on the sling chains. He placed first my left foot into one and securely bound it into place. Then repeated the same for my right foot. Then he went around to my head and took one of my hands and by a lock secured it to a sling chain there repeating again for my other hand. Now he had me secure and in his power. He reached over to the shelve on the wall and took off a long chain for my collar. He attached it and then laid the length of chain over my chest in layers. It was cold but it felt enticing against my skin. My cock sprang to attention. Harder that it had ever been before. I was extremely excited.

Clip laughed and then in a masterly voice said, “Now I have you in my complete control. You like this don’t you boy? You want Sir Clip to Train you to be an obedient sex toy for him.”

I whimpered to him, “Oh Yes Sir Clip, please train me. I crave to learn to please you. I want to be yours. Please.”

Clip looked me in the eyes, penetrating my very soul. Then reaching for a small brown bottle he uncorked it and holding it under my nose he stated, “I know you like popper so here take a few sniffs, get you started.”

I sniffed through my left nostril deeply and he placed it under my other nostril. Again I sniffed deeply. Then done he corked it back up and placed it on the shelve.

My head was already spinning form the excitement he was giving to me it just increased one more notch.

Clip then began to make love to my body with his mouth and tongue. He sucked my nipples until I moaned, then lightly bit and pinched them until I begged for more.

“Oh please Clip, that is so good, don’t stop, I beg you. Work my nipples hard.” I pleaded.

He worked them some more and then he started to lick and kiss his way down my body, spending a li’l extra time on my belly button. Teasingly licking the head of my cock before he lowers his mouth to my balls. Taking and sucking my balls in his mouth as he reaches up to the shelve into a jar of KY Jelly and grabs a dollop. He then lightly rubs my hole until I shiver. Inserting a finger while rubbing my prostate until I am pulling on the ties, trying to grab his head and pull it to my hard drooling cock.

I yelled out loudly again, “Please Clip, stop teasing me, fuck me please fuck me. I want you inside of me where you belong.”

Clip felt that I was now ready, so placing the tip of his cock against my hot hole rubbing it against my prostrate. I can feel the head throbbing not wanting to wait for entry. He slips the poppers under my nose again. I sniff deeply and then without any hesitation he slowly but firmly slips his huge hard cock into my ass as he is sucking the head of my cock. I didn’t have to wait to become accustomed to his size, my ass just accepted him, wanted him. I let out a cry of glee as he forced himself all the way in. His balls hit my cheeks with a slap. I was looking up into his eyes and he knew that I was his. HE started to pound my ass while he ravaged my hard tits. Pounding me until we are near the brink of a massive explosion, then he stops.

Clip laughs and says, “I love to hear the whimper you make when I won’t let you cum. I am not done with you yet.!!!”

The pleading in my eyes is really a turn on for him. Clip knows and I know that only he can give me the erotic bliss I crave at that very moment. Once the throbbing has stopped and my breathing has returned to normal Clip starts over again, bring me to a close climax. Again he stops.

I look into his blue eyes and beg of him, ” Please CLIP, I need you, don’t hold out on me. Please FUCK ME< PLLLLLEEEEEAAASSSSE” I plead in earnest. He starts all over again. Over the next two to three hours he stops and starts again. Stringing me along. I don’t mind, as far as I was concerned I could go on all night. That’s how much I loved what he was doing to me. How much I loved it. Then his need became too much. He had to cum.

He yelled out in a deep throated masculine voice, ” Dex baby you’re gonna get what you have been waiting for . I give you my love juice. I AM GOING TO – RAMM THRUST — CUMMMMM- THRUST – OHHHH YA -RAM-GOOOODDD –Thrust—GOOOODDD.”

With a final plunge Clip erupts like a volcano. Filling me with his hot spewing Lava. I also have reached the brink of no return. my cock stiffens hardest ever and I couldn’t even touch it . It exploded and sends gushers all over both of us. The organism of a life time.

Spent he collapses on top of me for a few minutes. Then summoning up his last reserves undoes my restraints, helps me out of the sling. His arms around me and mine around him we stumble out of the basement and to his bedroom where we fall on the bed in each other’s arms. Hugging each other tightly we stay that way for some time.

All of a sudden I wake up, the sun is pouring through the window, we had passed out in each other’s arms. Clip woke almost immediately.

Still holding me tight he looked deep into my eyes. “I think this is Love,” He mumbles compassionately. He plants a romantic kiss on me and I return it. And so starts the rest of our happy sexual life together.

There was bright FLASH The genie appeared and clapped his hands together. And now by the power in me I make you a couple, Clip and I were joined.

The Genie bowed and disappeared.

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I’m walking down Orchard Road. It’s not the Orchard Road you think it is, Elm Street is not around the corner, I’m in Singapore, in fact, crossing a busy section in the heart of the shopping district, observing the red pedestrian traffic light that keeps everybody on the curb and extends priority to a passing tram car. The tram stop on the other side is busy around this time, four o’clock in the afternoon, rush hour has already started. I’m casting a brief glance at the crowd, Expats of all denominations, locals, poor tourists (backpacks) — rich tourists won’t take the tram — as somebody reacts to my casual glance. It’s an oriental boy, a young man, and he’s so obviously on a commute, I can’t even explain. It’s as if my appearance has stirred something in him, he’s following me with his eyes as I cross the street.

It’s four o’clock in the afternoon, my plane will depart in a few hours, there isn’t much time left. Not enough time, I think, and follow a throng of impatient pedestrians up the road. I feel him in my back, though, his regard, and can’t help it but turn around. Is he staring at me? Would this be his first time? His first time being struck by the appearance of a man, a stranger? Somebody who has nothing to do with his life but somehow commands his attention, inexplicably, unexpectedly? Would this be his second time? Did he meet his first love yesterday and lost it yesterday and is looking out for a new one ever since? I’m turning around. I’m not good at this, but the crowd around us helps, you don’t have to explain your movements, everybody moves around, walks hither and thither, so I sidle up to him and sit down on a bench. We are both shy, I think. He drops his briefcase next to me, sits down. “Hello,” I say.

“Hi,” he reacts.

“You’re from here?” I ask.

“Yes,” he says, and utters a few more words that I forgot.

“Okay,” I say.

“Okay,” he says.

“Let’s take a taxi,” I say, “we don’t have much time.”

We hail a taxi, both of us, until one finally stops. We’re getting into the vehicle, both of us on the back seat, he’s holding on to his briefcase, it’s a bit awkward. I tell the driver about the Four Seasons, my hotel. The driver has seen it all, and he’s going to be paid, but he’s homophobic. What can we do. “The Four Seasons,” the driver repeats with an Indian accent, “as you wish.”

“What’s your name?” I ask.

“Napir,” the driver responds — that was not the idea, but the boy next to me stays silent. I feel his legs through my pants, though. He’s reacting to my casual touch, we will be okay, whether I know his name or not. A few minutes to the hotel. I tip the driver generously, who’s casting another meaningful glance at my new friend as he turns his car around and ends up hitting a tree. No, I’m making this up. He’s not hitting a tree.

“What’s your name,” I ask (again).

“Jason,” he replies. They are all called Jason, aren’t they.

“And your real name?”

“Jason.”

Well, why not, he’s living in Singapore, lot’s of Jasons around, why not him.

We enter the lobby. We’re in Asia, folks, the receptionists knows me already and remembers me by by heart and is visibly surprised by my companion. These are the moments that I dread most, but we make it past her across the polished granite and end up in front of the elevator tower. I’m stupid enough to have another look at the receptionist who is holding my gaze. The elevator doesn’t arrive of course, until it does. “Bing,” it says, and we are taken to the tenth floor. “My name is John,” I say to Jason, “I’m here for a conference, my plane is leaving tonight, we don’t have much time.”

“Yes,” he says. We’re walking down the corridor, crossing the path of an elderly gentleman who’s more interested in us than he should be.

“Good day,” he says, as if he expects an invitation. Which is not forthcoming.

“1025,” I say to Jason, just to say something, and open the door to my room. Exits and entries, you always remember. Jason is hesitantly following me into the room, it really could be his first time. He’s not asking any questions, not giving any answers, he’s not in love with me, he’s just following an instinct he never knew he had.. He drops his briefcase on the desk on the wall, next to the small TV-screen. We have a self-service fridge, I realize.

“A drink,” I ask.

“Thank you, yes,” Jason replies, unsure whether he should let me chose the booze. Which I do.

We both need something strong. Jonny Walker, and soda, and ice cubes. Jason is not walking around, or taking the views through the bay window, he’s sitting down next to me, close to me, on the king size bed. We’re sipping the booze. First time or not, he knows what’s coming.

“Let’s have a shower first,” I say.

“Sure,” he says.

He’s dressed in an office jacket, white shirt, tie, slacks, black loafers, very official. He’s not putting up a show, no strip tease what-so-ever, he’s just undressing as quickly as possible, arranging his clothes in a neat pile on the chair in the corner. He’s naked, and hard. Sure, his dick is small, but he has beautiful features, a silky skin, and he’s so innocent, so innocent with his erection, it’s like he simply doesn’t know what to do next. I’m naked already, my is boner pointing to the bathroom.

We’re stepping into the bath tub, there’s not much space, I get the shower going, hand him a piece of soap. He takes it, and rubs it gently over my body, starting with my tummy, moving up to my chest, reaching for my neck, avoiding my package. I’m all soapy already, grab the soap and return his favors, but include his dick and his charming balls. He’s uncut. I’m wanking him a bit, soaping up his cockhead, reaching for his buttcrack, and rub the soap into his ass. It’s all very casual, nothing of any importance, the erections speak for themselves. We’re both soaped up now. He’s considerably smaller than I am, I have to bend a bit through my knees, but our cocks touch now, and I join them with my left hand, gently rubbing down both dingers, feeling his in one way, feeling my own in another way, it’s delicious, it’s exciting, it always works. Both cocks are really hard now, my God. I reach behind his neck, close in on his lips for a kiss. He responds in kind. Another kiss, deep, sensual, reaching into his mouth with my patient tongue. I’m holding his face with both hands now, he’s holding me at the waist, we’re pressing our bodies against each other. I’m caressing his back, his buttocks. He reciprocates. I stare into his beautiful dark eyes, he stares back.

“I love you,” I say.

“I love you,” he replies.

I’m reaching for the shower head, pull it around, and spray him clean. He wiggles. I get on my knees, sort of, and reach for his dick. He wasn’t expecting this, jerks back almost.

“Lemme,” I say. It’s as if he feels guilty, violating shower conventions or what not. He thrusts his pelvis, I take his dick into my mouth, and suck. He’s new to this, you can tell now, he’s like a virgin touched for the first time. He will never forget me, I will never forget him.

He’s holding my head with both arms, groaning, fucking my face. “John,” he says, “John.” I’m all ear. I get up again, retrieve the soup, and work his butts soap-wise, one more time. I have my plans.

“I’m clean, you know,” he says.

“Yes, I know,” I answer, but ask him to bend over, reaching with the shower head between his legs, spraying the water up and down. The soap meanders down his legs and disappears in the sink. I reach for the towel, hand it to him. He rubs me with it, all parts, also the private ones this time, carefully, gently. I’ll get a second towel and rub him dry in turn. We’re standing in the room now, naked, aroused, the whole world can see us through the enormous bay window, if they would only care. My dick his throbbing. He’s waiting. “Lie down,” I say.

He’s on his back now, the legs half in the air. That’s exactly where I want him. I’m sidling up to him, kissing his cheeks, then his chest, then his tummy. I’m on top of him now with my mouth, caressing his body with both hands, then moving one hand down, caressing his dick while licking his nipples. He must have expected this, but is surprised anyway, you can tell. I’m slowly moving myself into position, kiss his charming balls, then get off the bed, hunch down, and say: “Move your legs up.”

His legs are stretched into the air now, at sideway angles. “What do you want,” he asks. I don’t reply. Instead, I bury my head in his tiny butts and start licking. I have an agile tongue, and he will know it. I’m digging deeper and deeper into his sphixter, tickling him, caressing him. He’s surprised, surprised by me, and by himself. He didn’t expect this at all. I’m taking my time. He’s silent at first, the starts moaning.

“You’ve heard of the Kama Sutra?” I ask. Yes, he has.

“You know what the Kama Sutra says?” No, he doesn’t.

“Make noises,” I tell him, “make noises.”

I lick, and tickle, and caress, and he’s moaning, groaning, “Ooh, John. Oooh, John, John.”

I’m not relenting.

“This is sex,” he asks.

“This is sex,” I answer.

A casual, stupid peek at the alarm clock on the bedside table. Not much time left, perhaps half an hour. I’m getting up, get hold of the condom, leaning over his face (he’s still lying on his back), I want him to see how I slip the condom onto my dick, posit it on the tip, the slowly roll the rubber ring down the shaft, six inches, and he’s taking it in as if he’s never seen it before.

We’re ready now. I hunch, grab his butts with both hands, and push my dick gently into his ass. He yells, screams.

“No, John, no,” he cries.

“Your first time?” I ask. He tries to nod.

“Try again?” I ask.

“Yes.”

I reach for more lube, rub it in gently. A second try. “Relax,” I say, “don’t squeeze, just let it go.”

“Yes,” he says.

A new thrust. He screams. I’m in two inches and stay there. You look at his face, you can see the pain subside. One minute. Two minutes. An angel walks through the room.

“Ready for more?” I ask. He nods.

I’m just putting a bit more pressure on my cock. Nothing special, nothing moves for a while.

“Contract your muscles, then decontract,” I tell him. He does it, I can feel it. All of a sudden, I’m an inch deeper.

“Yeah,” he groans.

“The pain will turn into lust if you let it,” I say.

“Yeah,” he groans.

Another inch. No yelling this time, just moaning.

(I’m writing this up, I feel the precum oozing in my pants, I can tell you)

Another inch. “Uuhgh, uuhgh,” he goes.

I love him, I love him.

“I love you,” I say.

“I love you,” he replies, he’s having goose bumps now.

“You see,” I say.

“Yes, I do.”

Another inch. “Uuhgh, uuhght.” He continues moaning. I push. We’re in, we’re in deep into his beautiful body, and he’s wiggling with pleasure, yelling, chanting, “John, John, John,” and “fuck, fuck, fuck me” — he has seen this on the internet, but the reality is much better, much better than expected.

Okay, we are fucking now. Thrusting back and forth, finding a rhythm. He reciprocates.

“Pain’s gone?” I ask.

“Lust,” he says, “pure lust.”

I fuck him, viciously now. The rhythm accelerates. “Ugh, ugh, ugh,” he chants in short bursts.

I grab his legs, raise them, and bang his ass furiously. “Ugh, ugh, ugh, yes, ugh, ugg.”

I accelerate. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he mumbles, he’s besides himself now, somebody else is moaning, the hole room is filled with lust.

Another minute of vicious love. “I’m coming,” he yells, “I’m coming, ooh John,” as he jerks and gushes of cum spout from his dick, splash over his face, breast, shoulder, tummy, it’s a pleasure to behold. More gushes. My god, this guy was ready for it, primed for it, it’s not my fault.

“You want me to come inside,” I ask.

“Come over my face,” he says.

I pull out, get rid of the condom, kneel down next to his face. I’m so ready for it, you wouldn’t know. I let the thing dangle in the air, it’s sexy in blatant ways. My pendulous organ He’s gaping.

“You’re ready?” I ask.

“Yes,” he says. I grab the dinger, wank it briefly, and feel the cum gushing up the urethea, floating into space, dripping down on his face, into his open mouth, onto his licking lips, his eyes, his forehead, his hair, chin, breast, my milky jizz mixing up with his own milky jizz. I’m still jerking, still spouting, while he’s rubbing the goo all over the body, as if he’s seen this on TV.

We’re both out of breath. I lie down next to him. I could lie there forever. I love him.

“I have to leave now,” I say.

“Can’t you stay one more day?”

“I have a reservation.”

“Which airline.”

“Singapore Airlines.”

“Good,” he says, gets up, walks across the room, late cum dropping off his dick, and retrieves an Iphone from his jacket.

“What’s your last name,” he asks.

“Kok.”

“Kok,” he says, “cool.”

He’s playing with his I-ding, it looks like, pushing a few buttons up and down. “Tomorrow,” he asks, “same time?”

He get’s up, he’s in a hurry now himself.

“What’s going on?”

“I work for them. I know the codes. I changed your reservation. You’ll fly business class. Tomorrow.”

He’s already dressed, grabs his briefcase, his Iphone. I’m still lying on the bed. He swings by for a casual kiss. “Until tomorrow, then,” he says.

“First time?” I ask.

“Yes, first time” he says, and is gone.

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“Oh, God! Jack, I’m coming! Uhh! Spunk just hit my chin. Uhh! Oh, a big splat on my… Uhh! …chest. Uhh! Another on my chest. Uhh! God! This is good! Jack… Uh! …I’m coming with you! Man! Oooohh!”

It WAS good! Listening to Tony’s grunts as he came. Hearing my own heavy breathing and watching arching long strings of white jism being launched from my engorged cockhead. The first sailed over my head. The second got my eyelid; the third, my chin; then my chest and belly, as I lay on my back jacking off, naked, ankles crossed, balls up tight, listening to him on the phone. It was great! It was our Sunday morning wake up call, together.

Tony and I spent a lot of time together during the week, but we maintained separate apartments. We both lived all our lives in rent-controlled units eventually taken over from both sets of parents who moved to Florida, so we didn’t want to give up either apartment.

Sunday mornings were for lounging in bed. We discovered we enjoyed jacking off on Sunday mornings and decided to do it mutually, over the phone. He has a sexy voice and knows how to help me overcome a hangover with his dirty talk, and he tells me he enjoys my dirty talk so much he now gets a hardon every time the phone rings.

But, today, he said, “Jack, next Sunday, now I know you won’t like this, but I want to you come over here. Don’t argue with me, now, I know what I’m doing. Trust me. We’ll have fun and you’ll love what I’ve got in mind. Promise me you’ll come.”

“I promise.” I agreed reluctantly, thinking about having to get up early on a Sunday.

“And no jacking off beforehand!” he insisted.

“Shit, Tony, you know I jack off every Sunday morning,” I complained.

“Face it, Jack, you jack off EVERY morning. Next Sunday, just wait till you get over here. Then you can jack off, if you want to.” He chuckled. He did have something in mind.

On Sunday, I had to wait a moment after knocking on Tony’s door. It annoyed me. He knew I was here just because he had asked me to be, and he knew I would rather have stayed in bed on a nice Sunday morning. I had wanted to stay at home and jack off, and here I was waiting for him for open the fucking door. I had a key, but we never use each other’s key. We knock. It avoids touchy situations.

Tony suddenly opened the door. He took my breath away. He was naked except for white jockey shorts. His big erection was poking up beyond the waistband of the jockeys and, on opening the door, he was already moving away from it waiving me into his bedroom. His finger was at his lips, motioning me to be quiet.

He leapt back onto his bed, athletically, positioning himself comfortably among his pillows, and picked up a phone, mouthing the words, “I’m on the phone.” and pointing at the receiver.

He grinned, patted the bed indicating he wanted me to sit down, and said into the phone, “Sorry, man. Yeah. It’s all right. Just a delivery boy.” He raised and lowered his eyebrows at me, comically, but at the same time, seductively.

So, now I’m a fucking delivery boy, I thought.

“Yeah, he saw my fuckin’ boner and followed me into my bedroom.” He patted the bed again, insistently, for me to sit down.

My eyes shot open. I wondered who the hell was he talking to.

“Well, I don’t know. Maybe if he takes his clothes off I’ll let him fuck around with me while we talk. He’s sort of cute. Yeah. And I think I see a bulge developing in his pants.” He stressed “takes his clothes off” like an order.

I WAS getting an erection I have to admit. Tony looked so sexy there, with his cock sticking up above his waistline like that, his white shorts bulging, legs splayed apart, big balls clearly outlined. He always turns me on.

“Ooh,” Tony sighed, running a hand down his chest to his firm belly, fingering body hair, nearly touching the big rod, “He’s taking off his coat. Umm, nice build. He’s opening his shirt. Ah, nice body! Great pecs, man. Solid muscles. You should see him. He’s lookin’ at my cock and opening his jeans. Geez, I can see the head of his dick already. What a big one!”

My jeans dropped to my ankles. My erection, freed from confinement, surged to full engorgement, standing tall. The conversation he was having with the unknown caller was adding to my arousal, for certain.

“He’s bending down to take off his shoes. Shit, man, his cock is touching his chest, right between the nipples. It’s a huge mother!” Tony was panting with excitement.

My shoes, socks and pants came off in a hurry. I stood there, hands on hips, feet spread apart, and glared at Tony, wondering what the fuck he was up to. I was here for sex, at his invite, and he was talking to someone on the fucking phone.

“You should see this, man. He standing here, feet apart, his big balls swaying between muscular thighs, cock throbbing so hard I can count his pulse-rate. What? Oh, yes, definitely! He’s hung, horny and hot! Damn, he just grabbed hold of the huge fucker and is starting to jack off, right here in front of me. Oh, man, does that look great! Umm, I’m pushing down my briefs and grabbin’ my cock to beat off with him. Man, he looks sexy!”

Tony looked terrific propped up on those pillows, big, familiar cock getting attention from one hand, holding the phone with the other, as he watched me pumping my cock.

“Man, you’re pumpin’ yours, too, ain’t ya?” he asked into the phone. “I can hear the skin slappin’. You must use plenty of lube. What? Oh, just a little spit? Sounds hot!” He grinned over at me, raising and lowering his eyebrows, again. Then, sliding his fist to the base of the big weapon and wagging the tall cock at me, he wordlessly invited me over for some serious messing around.

Mesmerized by the long pole, I started towards it, my mouth watering.

“Oh, this sexy kid’s heading for my cock, man. I’m wavin’ it at ‘im and he’s lickin’ his lips. He’s climbing up on the bed, now. He’s crawling up between my legs sniffin’ at my shorts. Ooh, he’s pullin’ ’em off with his teeth. He’s nuzzlin’ my balls with his nose. Umm, that feels good! What does? Man, he’s lappin’ at my balls with a hot, wet tongue. Geez, it feels so hot my nuts are in an uproar. My cock’s startin’ to leak heavy, thick juice. Oh, he heard me and is lookin’ up at my cockhead as he sucks one of my balls. Huh? Oh, yeah. I really like gettin’ my balls sucked, too, man, and this kid’s doin’ it fine. He knows how to handle a man’s nuts, that’s for sure. But, wait! Looks like he’s headin’ for my drippin’ cockhead. Ooh!” Tony groaned and sighed loudly into the phone as my lips kissed and sucked at the huge cockhead.

“What? Oh, sorry, man, got carried away with the pleasure of this cocksucker’s tongue. I’ll try to keep you in the picture but it’s hard. Yeah, you just keep pumpin’ that big fucker, man, I know you like to pump that big cock of yours. It’s a great lookin’ cock, man. Wish you were here with me, now. I’d like to suck that fat dick while this kid’s suckin’ mine. Ooh, he is good. He’s got half of it in his throat already. What? Damn right he can deep-throat! This kid’s got talent, man!”

Sucking Tony’s cock was always a real thrill for me. He has the kind of straight, thick cock that makes sucking it easy. It’s very wide but fits wonderfully into my throat. Hearing him tell someone about it made me want to suck it especially well for him.

“Oh! You should see him goin’ down on it, man! Uhh! I’m humpin’ my hips upward, helpin’ him take the final plunge. Uhh! Uhh! Man! He’s down to the bone! Geez. Look at this! His lips are lappin’ at my ballsac and pubic hair. I can’t get into him any deeper! Man, what a fantastic cocksucker! Oh, shit! What cocksucking!”

I was doing my best.

“Ahh! Now he’s startin’ to ride my cock with his face, man. Fuck! You should see this! He’s rising to the cockknob, sucking like crazy, and plungin’ all the way back down to my balls! Up and down. Up and down. What? Oh, yeah, man, just like your fist is doing. Work that cock, man! Pump out a load with me. I’m just about ready to fill this cocksucker to the brim! I’m almost there! What about you, man? You ready to shoot, too? Great, let’s do it together!”

My meat was getting a good beating by my frenzied fist as I sucked Tony’s great cock. The entire scene was exciting me. I couldn’t tell if Tony was talking to his phone playmate or to me, but I was ready to unload, too. I groaned, vibrating his cock while it was deeply embedded in my throat.

“Hey! This young but talented cocksucker’s tellin’ me he’s ready to blast off with us man. Vibratin’ my cock, hummin’ on it to let me know. Ain’t that hot? What? Oh, absolutely. I LOVE a cocksucker who gets off when he sucks cock. As he comes, he sucks even much more enthusiastically. Whew! Fuck! Here he comes! Man, his jizz just jetted onto my balls. Oh! Uhh! I’m coming! Uhh! I’m shooting! Uhh! You, too?” Uhh! Oh, I’m givin’ it to ‘im! Uhh! He’s really sucking up my cum, man! Uhh! Oh! Fuck, this is good! He’s drinkin’ it down, man.” And he let out a long series of sighs, grunts and groans as his orgasm soared and then slowly wound down.

“Geez, this kid came a gallon. Here, kid, I’ll spread my legs. Lap up that jism on my balls, and then clean up my chest. Do it quick, before it starts to run off. That’s it. That’s a good boy. Man, this kid’s good! He’s not only lickin’ his jizz off my balls, he’s suckin’ my balls. Fuck! I’m stayin’ hard. You, too? Yeah, one quick load isn’t enough for me, either. Hmm, look here. My little cocksucker’s still got a hardon, too. Only, it ain’t so little. Ooh, he’s lickin’ his goo off my chest and that big dick of his is pokin’ into my balls. Ooh, that feels good. Hey, wait a minute. He smeared his dick with cum. It’s slippery and he raised my ass and is pressing that big cock against my asshole. Shit! This kid’s plannin’ to fuck me! Face to face! Hey, hold on, kid! That cock is too big!”

I grinned, ignoring Tony’s words. He loved getting fucked. And he particularly loved getting fucked face to face. Like any of us who like to take it in the ass, he widened his spread legs, cocked his feet and pressed them against my thighs, raised his butt, shifted his hips and helped me work my cock into him. His heat was intense and his control incredible. He loved getting it and I loved giving it to him. I didn’t care what he was saying to the caller.

“What? Oh, man, I can hardly talk, now. He’s just pushed a humongous cockknob into me. I can’t take it. It’s too big. What? You’d like to get fucked in the butt, too? Well, my cock’s still hard as a rock, babe. If you were here, now, I’d be puttin’ it in ya. Ooh, listen to you groan with pleasure. Whatcha doin’? Got a finger or two up your butt, man? Yeah, play with your ass as you pump your cock with me. Man, having a big cock up my ass feels terrific. Umm, this fucker really knows what he’s doin’. He’s pumping man. He’s fucking me. And he’s got my big dick in his hand and he’s really jackin’. I mean he knows how to handle cock, man.”

Tony’s cock felt great in my hand as I fucked him. It was hard as steel and hot as fire. It throbbed as I pumped it, rhythmically, as I pounded cock deep in his chute. His ass was sucking on my cock so strongly I knew I couldn’t hold off for long. I realized that Tony had had a great idea. This was so much better than a Sunday morning phone jack off. But he never let up on his running spiel, and I continued to wonder who he was talking to – maybe our friend Bart in Australia.

“My cock’s ready, man. Oh? Yours too? Are you pumpin’ it good? Great! Keep it up, man. What? Oh, yeah! He’s in me deep. He’s fuckin’ me good. I feel how iron stiff his cock is gettin’ in me and I know he’s gonna come when we do. What? Oh, that’s for sure. He’s some fuckin’ hot delivery boy!”

Tony grinned at me when he said that. He was so handsome in these final stages of reaching orgasm. Our faces were inches apart as I fucked him, but he kept right on talking to that phone. Yet I still had no idea who he was talking to. His free hand was rubbing my back, urging me on to climax.

“Are you gettin’ there again, man? Great! We’re all set. I can feel the cum risin’ in my balls. I can see that this boy’s ready to unload up my ass. My dirty talk on the phone seems to be stimulating him. Yeah, I know you like it, too. I know you like pumpin’ that big cock of yours, man. Com’on, let’s come together. I’m right on the brink. How about you?” He looked at me questioningly.

I nodded fervently.

“He’s set to blast, man! Oh! He’s stiffening! Geez, he’s pluggin’ me, sendin’ that cock up all the way. Wow! I felt that spurt in deep! He’s comin’! Oh! So am I. I’m shootin’. Uhh! Oh, that’s good! Uhh! You,too? Uhh! Shoot that load! Uhh! Hot jism all over the place! Uhh! Deep in my ass! Uhh! Ah! What an orgasm!” He sighed, again. Content. Drained. But he kept talking.

“Was that good? Great! He’s lappin’ up my jizz, man. He’s not missin’ a drop and he’s still stiff inside me. Umm, he fucks as good as he sucks, man. Yeah! I’m gonna take a nap, now. You, too? Okay. What? Well, I hope this delivery boy stays with me for a while, it sure was some delivery! I’d like to fuck his humpy ass later. Sure, I’ll tell you all about it. So long.” He hung up.

His eyes were bright with excitement.

“Wow, Tony,” I exclaimed, “that was a hot session on the phone! Who were you talking to?”

“I’m not telling,” he said mysteriously. “But I will say this: You’ll find out.” He grinned.

“Well, okay, be secretive,” I said, wondering what he was up to. “Have your fun. I’m gonna go home, now. Com’on over later if you want to fuck my ass, like you told that guy you did.”

He was grinning, happy with his little secret. If he weren’t so handsome I’d have been mad at him, but the shared orgasms were perfect and I loved him too much to be angry.

It took me less than ten minutes to walk home. When I got in, I noticed, right away, there was a message on my old answering machine. When I looked, the machine showed over one hundred fifty revolutions. Either I’d had hundreds of short calls, or one very long one. I grinned, hit the rewind button, then hit play.

“Hi!” I heard the machine say, “I’m glad you called. Yeah, I got a hardon just waiting to hear from you. You ready to jack off with me? Good. Oh! Hey, just a minute, there’s someone at the door. Just a minute, I’ll go see who it is.” His voice faded but he kept talking as he moved away.

Tony’ voice sounded great on the recording. It gave me a hardon just hearing it. What a clever idea it had been, calling ME like this just before I got to his place. The recording continued.

“Sorry, man. Yeah. It’s all right, just a delivery boy. (Pause. I heard him patting the bed.) “Yeah, he saw my fuckin’ boner and followed me into my bedroom. Well, I don’t know. Maybe if he takes his clothes off I’ll let him fuck around with me while we talk. He’s sort of cute. Yeah. And I think I see a bulge developing in his pants.”

My phone rang. I hit the stop button. “Hi.”

“Hi!” It was Tony.

“Wow, Tony, you Fucker,” he loved being called that, “you got the whole thing on my recorder!”

“It’s okay, then? Everything’s there?”

“Yeah, sure. The whole thing! What a recording!”

“Ya know what we’re gonna do next, don’t ya?”

“What?” I asked grinning.

“I’m comin’ over there next Sunday and you’re gonna…”

I interrupted, “I’m gonna call your answering machine!” I exclaimed excitedly.

“You got it! Then we’ll both have a great record of our Sunday morning jack off sessions. Won’t that be great?”

“I can’t wait, Fucker. This was a terrific idea!” I had a big smile on my face.

“Thanks. I knew you’d like it.”

“Like it! I love it! I’ve got another hardon just from listening to the first couple of seconds of it.”

“Hmmm. A hardon? Whacha gonna do about it?” he asked in a husky voice. I could picture him settling back on those pillows with his big cock in hand, as my hand slid back into my groin.

“Wanna listen to it with me?” I asked huskily, pushing the play button. And we heard:

“”Ooh, “He’s taking off his coat. Umm, nice build. He’s opening his shirt. Ah, nice body! Great pecs, man. Solid muscles. You should see him. He’s lookin’ at my cock and opening his jeans. Geez, I can see the head of his dick already. What a big one!”

As we listened, we also commented on how great it was and how hot we were getting, until, inevitably, we climaxed together. I shot off all over the mirror above the telephone stand. Some Sunday morning! And we agreed we could hardly wait until next Sunday!