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My alarm clock woke me the next day as the sun shone through my curtains and I smelled breakfast wafting through the house. I put on my robe and headed down for breakfast. I greeted Mom and Dad with a cheery hello and filled my favorite mug with coffee. I sat at the table and Dad looked over at me and asked me, “Did you sleep well?”

“Yes, I did!” I replied back with a slight grin on my face.

“Do I need remind you to not let your feelings for this boy cloud your judgement?” he asked.

“No, you don’t, but thanks for looking out for me Dad!” I replied.

Mom put a plate filled with breakfast in front of me and I looked at her and smiled my thanks and started to eat.

I finished eating and hurried through my shower and getting dressed. I ran out the door saying goodbye to my parents and headed over to Mona’s house. I got there just as she was walking to her car and climbed in and we headed to school.

“What’s with the cheshire cat grin for? Did you finally get laid or what?” she teased me.

I looked at her and laughed. “No I haven’t, for your information, I’m just having a good morning that’s all.” I replied happily.

“Uh huh, sure. If you say so.” she said skeptically.

“If you must know, I had detention yesterday with Ms. Rainey cuz I wasn’t paying attention in class and I got home later than my parents expected me to be. I told them all about Wes knocking me down the other day and him leaving me that note and him wanting to take me to lunch as an apology and me, blowing the whole thing out of proportion. So my parents invited Wes over for dinner.” I said smugly.

“So that’s why your in a good mood? I don’t get it…” she said confused.

“I am in a good mood because I got a ride home from him after school yesterday and I called him last night to extend the invitation my parents suggested and he said yes!, plus I am going to sit down and talk to him today after school. That is why I am in such a good mood!” I said excitedly.

Mona grinned and said that she was happy for me and wished me good luck with everything. We arrived at school just as the bell rang for us to get to class.

I got to my locker and felt a light tap on my shoulder and I turned to see Wes standing there with a smile on his face and a glint in his eyes. My heart jumped and had butterflies in my stomach.

“Morning, Wes.” I said grinning.

“Hey Andy, I’m glad you called me last night. I was worried that you wouldn’t.” he said, like he was having the same feeling as I was, feeling nervous.

“Well, I wasn’t sure I would, but decided to give you a chance to explain everything, and to let you know that I will take you up on your offer to lunch. But not today, how about we meet after school, so we can talk, ok?” I said.

Wes smiled at hearing that I was going to lunch with him but smiled even more when I said I wanted to talk to him after school.

“My parents won’t be home til later tonight and my sister is staying at a friends’ house, if you want to come over and talk. Can you make it today?” I asked reservedly, and he replied that he didn’t have anything to do after school.

“Great! Can you give me a ride home then? Or do you want to go home and come by later?” I asked.

“Um, I can give you a ride home and we can talk when we get there.” he said happily.

“Well, then I will see you after school then.” I replied and closed my locker and walked to class with a spring in my step. I heard a chuckle behind me and saw Wes watching me walk away with an expression of amusement and then our eyes connected and I thought I saw something in his eyes that showed something that I couldn’t interpret.

The morning was passing in a blur and I got stopped by Ms. Rainey after her class and had a smirk on her face and said, “Looks like someone is on cloud nine today! Anything interesting happen that put you there?” she inquired.

I just looked at her and smiled stupidly while blushing at the same time.

“I am making plans to talk about things with a person I’ve had a crush on for a very long time.” I said. “I’m nervous, but at the same time, I’m as giddy as a kid on Christmas morning!”

She gave me a warm smile and wished me good luck and hoped that everything will turn out for the best.

I was so excited and nervous that I didn’t know whether to yell at the top of my lungs or be sick, I just had to get through today and get it over with. Lunch rolled around and I walked through the line and sat where Mona and I usually sat together. Mona sat down next to me and took one look at me to know that there was something hinky going on with me.

“Okay, what’s wrong?” she asked timidly.

I just sat there lost in my thoughts and she waved her hand in front of my face and I jerked around and looked at here and said stupidly, “huh?”

“I asked you what is wrong with you today and you were on a different planet, so what is going on inside that head of yours? I mean this morning you were happy and jumping around and now your being moody, what gives?” She asked concernedly.

“Oh, um, I talked to Wes this morning, and told him my parents invited him to dinner and that we need to talk, so he is giving me a ride home after school and hanging out at my house while my parents and sister are out this evening.” I said nervously.

“Oh wow, so you guys are going to talk about him inviting you to lunch and what he really means about all of it? Well, you have my support, and I want to wish you good luck with everything. You better call me after, and let me know how it went ok?” she told me in a motherly voice.

“Ok, you will be the first person I call.” I replied happily.

After lunch was over with, the rest of the day passed in a blur and soon it was time to go home. The dismissal bell rang and I went to my locker to grab my bag and books I needed for my homework and then headed to Wes’ car. I didn’t have to wait long before Wes showed up to take me home. We both got in his car and headed to my house. We finally got to my house and we went inside and I dropped my bag by the stairs and headed into the kitchen. I asked Wes if he would like some thing to drink and he asked, “What do you have?”

“Well let’s see.” I opened the fridge. “We have milk, orange juice, soda, water.”

“I’ll take a soda.” he replied.

I grabbed two sodas and told him to come up to my room so we could talk. I walked in my room and set my bag by my desk and sat on my bed.

Wes looked around my room and quietly said, “Wow, nice room!” 

I blushed at his comment. I sat there nervously fiddling with my soda can, not really sure how to start the conversation. So I took a deep breath and asked him bluntly, “So why did you invite me to lunch?”

“I invited you to lunch to apologize for knocking you down.” he quickly replied.

“Oh well, you could of just said you’re sorry and went on with the rest of your day. I want to know the real reason that you invited me.” I said sternly. “I mean most people would have either laughed and kicked my books around or not even apologize and act like I’m a nobody, which is true because I’m not in with the popular crowd.”

“You’re not a nobody and I’m not like most people. I did it because I like you and because I don’t like seeing people getting bullied.” He told me, getting a little flustered, playing with the can of soda.

I looked at him curiously and said, “What do you mean, you like me?” trying to discern the meaning behind his statement.

Wes moved towards me and before I knew what was going on, his lips were pressed against mine. His lips were soft and full. My eyes went wide in shock. His hand grabbed my jaw to pull me closer.

I closed my eyes and kissed him back, wrapping my arms around his neck. We kissed for what seemed like hours and Wes broke the kiss and I gasped, “Wow!”

I looked him straight in his eyes and I saw what he meant.

“So, how long have you liked me and how did you know that I liked you?” I inquired, while still trying to catch my breath.

“I don’t know how long I have had these feelings. And I wasn’t for sure if you felt the same way. I just thought I would chance it, and see what would happen.” He said nervously. He ran a hand through his curly hair.

I jumped into his arms and kissed him back with all the passion I could muster. Wes pushed me onto my bed and laid on top of me while his hands roamed all over my body and my hands were all over his. I grabbed his shirt and tore it off and he tore off my shirt. We lay there kissing and he grinds his crotch into mine and I let out a moan of pleasure. Wes starts to nibble on my earlobe and neck and I grab a handful of his ass with one hand while the other is tangled in his hair as I continue to moan and grind on him.

All of a sudden, I hear a car pull into the driveway and car doors slam. I stop kissing Wes and I listen for anything and then I hear the front door open and my Mom calling my name, “Andy, we’re home!”

“Shit! My parents are home!” I said in a panic as I shove Wes off of me and grab my shirt off the floor while I threw his at him to put on. We barely made ourselves presentable when my Mom knocked on my door and poked her head in my room.

“We got done earlier than expected. Oh, sorry, I didn’t know you had company.” she said, analysing us. She gave me a look of curiosity and it turned into a look that said we would talk later.

“Wes gave me a ride home from school and we were just talking about what happened at school the other day.” I said trying not to sound too guilty.

“Oh ok. Well, Wes, can you stay for dinner? It shouldn’t take too long for me to whip something up.” She asked him.

“I wouldn’t want to intrude…” Wes said shyly.

“Oh non-sense! It’s no trouble at all. We would love for you to stay.” She said cheerily, then turned and looked at me. “Don’t forget to wash up, and Andy would you mind setting the table? Don’t put a place setting for your sister, since she is at a sleep-over at her friend Mandy’s tonight, ok?”

“Sure Mom, don’t mind at all. See you downstairs, ok?” I said, trying to get rid of the blush splashed across my face, from the embarrassment of almost getting caught.

Mom left to go get dinner started, and I sat down on my bed and sighed.

“That was a close call, too close for comfort.” I said worriedly.

“I don’t think she noticed anything.” Wes said to try to placate me.

“You don’t know my Mom! She has got a sixth sense about things, it’s kind of freaky. Just try to act normal when your here, ok?” I told him, trying to calm down my heartbeat.

“Ok, I will try to act normal. Whatever that is.” he said chuckling, running a hand through his hair.

“Well, we better wash up and head downstairs.” I said.

So we got washed up and headed downstairs. I went over to the hutch to grab four place mats and napkins. I told Wes to grab the silverware out of the top left drawer. I grabbed the plates and salad bowls and set them in their places. I went into the kitchen to grab glasses for everybody while Mom was busy chopping vegetables.

“Andy, would you be a dear and peel some potatoes?” she asked me.

“Sure, let me put these glasses on the table.” I replied.

We all sat down at the table while Mom brought everything to the table. Dad started to ask Wes about school and his classes and if he did any sports. I looked at Mom with a look of annoyance and she just raised an eyebrow and continued eating. After dinner and dessert, Wes said that he had to get home. I walked him out and I apologized for my Dad giving him the third degree.

Wes chuckled and said not to worry about it. 

“So, I will see you at school. Thanks for giving me a ride home.” I said timidly.

He grabbed me by my waist and I laid my hands on his chest and looked up into his eyes.

“I enjoyed spending time with you, and I hope to do this again?!” he said with a hint of it being a question.

I just smiled and said, “I would love that!”

Wes bent down and lightly brushed his lips against mine and I melted against his body as I kissed him back.

I finally said that I had to get inside and Wes smiled at me. “I will see you tomorrow, and don’t think this is the end of this conversation…” he said teasingly. I just smiled at him and watched him pull out and head home.

I went inside and closed the door and leaned against it with a smile plastered on my face. I walked past the living room and heard my Dad call my name. I walked in the living room to see my Dad in his easy chair with Mom perched on the arm.

“Yeah, Dad? Whats up?” I said apprehensively. I had a feeling I was about to get in trouble.

“Son, your mother and I don’t mind you having friends over, as long as you let us know. One or both of us are here, ok? You’re not in trouble, ok? Now, to let you know that we like him and hope that we get see him more often. Just next time, make sure you leave your door open.” he said, looking a little uncomfortable. 

“It’s too early to tell at the moment, Dad. He came over for us to talk about him inviting me to lunch and his note that he left me the other day. That’s it really.” I said.

“Ok, well, just wanted to let you know where we stand, ok? Get some sleep and we will see you in the morning, k? he replied.

“Sure, Dad. I’ll see you in the morning.” I told them, as I gave them each a kiss and hug good night.

I went up and get ready for bed and then climbed in bed and fell asleep with dreams about me and Wes.

To be continued…

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After a long day on the road (as a sales rep) I had just checked into a motel in a smallish town in regional New South Wales (Australia) and as I often do on these overnight stays I had started eyeing out opportunities to meet other motel guests and i started fantasising about meetings I might have as I checked into my second level room..

I am a 30 year old married guy, in reasonable nick, but as my wife does not have much of a sex drive, i often find myself on the Internet trying to arrange hook ups with other guys. I had given men oral sex on a couple of occasions some 6-7 years ago but since then i have talked a lot of talk but wanting to be a cock slut, be dominated by a man and be treated like a piece of meat, but I haven’t walked the walk always finding excuses not to go through with discreet meetings that are proposed. When staying in hotels and motels, i like to turn on the lights, not draw the curtains and walk around in a towel (or sometimes less) in an effort to grab someones attention. I know the chances are slim to nil, but i like the thrill and makes me feel like i am at least trying to be slutty.

This particular night was hot and steamy and when a storm hit the region, there was a lot of thunder and lightening about and around 10pm there was a blackout. Air conditioning, TV, lights everything gone. I stepped out of my room in just my boxers, (it was too hot to wear anything else) where there was a small outdoor table and chair, sat in the chair and put my feet up on the railing that went along in front of all the rooms. The whole town was in darkness, so it was cool sitting on the balcony watching the lightening crack over the dark country sky.

After about 5 minutes the door to the room next to mine opened and a man stepped out. He was a bigger man, probably about 50 years old, a little over 6ft tall, strongly built but quite overweight (about 125kg’s or 275 pounds). He was dark, with a moustache and unkept goatee/beard with a big tat on his left shoulder which he had clearly had for a long time as there was lots of body hair growing over it and his entire body. He stepped out wearing short shorts and a truckers singlet, grunted a hello with the nod of his head and asked “do you mind if i smoke?”. I hate the smell of smoke, but not knowing this guy from a serial murderer, i wasn’t about to tell him no, so just said it was fine.

He lit up his cigarette, leaned on the rail and looked out at the sky then looked back at me, before looking down at my crutch. It was at this point i realised that with my legs up, he would be able to see at least my balls, possibly my cock, as these particular shorts tend to slide up and reveal just about everything. He clearly saw something and thought “game on”, because he then turned around and introduced himself as “Steve”. I introduced myself and just exclaimed – “blackouts annoying isn’t it?”

“Yeah, not much you can do in a motel room in a blackout” he said and then added “when you’re on your own….”

My heart was racing. I had flirted by showing my junk, but despite all the fantasies about getting fucked by strangers, i wasn’t sure i wanted this and i started thinking about ways to slowly back out.

I tried to take the conversation to a more generic place, asking him what he was doing in town and as we chatted for a couple of minutes, the storm moved in closer as rain started to pour down. A few gusts of wind kicked up and one large one blew through and slammed my door shut. It would have blown Steve’s shut to but as he was standing he was able to put a hand on his door before it closed. I went to try and open my door, but it was now locked! Shit! what am i going to do? The managers office was closed for the night, and i was stuck on the balcony!

With the wind up it was kicking the rain in on the balcony, Steve said, you can stay in my room if you like, don’t worry, I don’t bite” What choice did I have, I thanked Steve as we stepped into his room still covered in darkness from the blackout. He closed the door behind him, but it was the use of the additional latch lock that gave me reason for concern.

I offered to sleep on the floor but Steve said “no” and told me to hop on the bed while he switched off the lights and TV at the wall, so they wouldn’t wake us when the power came back on. I felt around, found the bed, and curled up on the edge facing away form the centre of the bed, leaving as much room as possible for Steve. I didn’t get under the sheets because it was too hot in the poky little room and because i wanted to be able to jump and run if need be.

I could hear Steve slowly making his way around the room, before listening to him go to the toilet. When the toilet flushed, i knew he would be coming, so i just hoped all he would be interested in was sleep.

As Steve’s weight hit the bed my heart was pounding out of control, “please just go to sleep” I whispered to myself about 10 times…

Then Steve rolled over on his side, facing me, he shuffled his body across, put an arm around me and pulled me into him. Oh oh! I could instantly tell he was naked as my back was pressed right into his hairy chest and I could feel his soft meat resting against my ass. He wasn’t hard, it felt like one of those extra thick juicy sausages (uncooked) you can get from the butcher. I was starting to shit myself.

He then leaned his mouth into my ear breathing heavily with his tobacco stained and smelly breath said “lets have some fun hey”

my whole body felt weak. “listen”, I whimpered, “I’m not sure i am up for what you are after”

he continued to breath deeply adjacent to my ear

“what do you mean?” he asked slightly sternly

“well, I don’t have a lot of experience, and I am not sure I will be willing to do the things you want me to” i meekly responded

“So you’re saying you don’t want me to fuck you?

“sorry, but no thank you”

there was a pause as a huge flash of lightening and giant clap of thunder reverberated around the room. I could sense Steve was pissed

“hmm. So you sit outside my room flashing your little junk, you then come into my room, in the dark of the night, get into my bed and now you decide you don’t want to fuck?!”

“I’m sorry, i didn’t mean to lead you on. but i didn’t expect this to happen, and.. and well i have never been fucked” – i was back pedalling as hard as i could

“Have you ever sucked a cock?” Steve asked

“Twice” i said, “but it was like six or seven years”

“why did you stop?”

“Well, i talk to guys online alot, but nothing comes of it”

“hmmm sounds like you’re a little tease” said Steve, still pressed up against my ear as he moved his arm that was wrapped around me up to my nipple which he took firmly in his fingers rubbing his fingers coarsely across my nipple

“I’ll tell you what. You suck my cock, make me cum, and I will let you sleep. no fucking”

Given I had no where to go this was probably the best i could hope for, and knowing the expectation of anal was off the table, i felt more comfortable sucking his cock.

“Thank you Steve” i said.

“I ceased to be Steve when it became apparent you are just a tease. You can call me Sir from this point forward. Understand?”

“Yes” I replied. my nipple was squeezed harder, “Sorry, Yes Sir”

“Now get to work”

And with that, Sir rolled over on his back and I carefully made my way fumbling in the dark over his leg and crouched down between his legs.

Having been in the room for sometime, my eyes had adjusted enough to make out some silhouettes and there was just enough light for me to take his flaccid cock in my hand. it was thick and heavy – more so than my own. I tentatively leaned down and began to lick the shaft of his cock. I was happy to suck his cock but at the same time, was still hoping he was a reasonably quicker shooter so that this did not go on too long. After several long licks of his shaft, i gently placed my lips over the end of his mushroom head and slid my mouth down his now saliva lubricated cock and sucked my way back up. Sir let out a muffled groan of satisfaction with this, so i continued with the same technique. Up and down his cock i moved sucking on the way back up the shaft. I could feel his cock slowly growing firmer in my mouth. He put his hands on the back of my head as i went down his shaft. “Take it all” he groaned. I tried, but i couldn’t. “I’m sorry sir, but you are too big” i said while stroking his growing cock.

“Lie down on the bed and hang your head of the end” he ordered. I did so as he rolled off the side of the bed and walked around to the end.

“You are going to learn to take all my cock slut”, as he slapped my face with his thick meat. He rubbed his cock all over my face before sliding it in my mouth and down my throat”. He slid in and out a few times, before saying relax and take it all, i relaxed (as i had seen on countless Internet videos before) and he slid his cock all the way inside my mouth and throat till his low hanging balls were pressing on my nose and upper lip. He held it there for several moments before i started to gag. He repeated this several times but i quickly adjusted to the length and width of his cock. He took his cock out and dipped his balls in my mouth. “Suck them” he ordered before he moved himself further along and sat his hairy ass on my face. He used his hands to open his ass cheeks and then buried his sweaty ass on my mouth. He gained pleasure form this for several minutes before rubbing his cock all over my face again. You are enjoying this aren’t you slut?” he quizzed.

I nodded.

“What?” he asked with jilted anger that i had not responded appropriately

“Yes sir” I answered. “I am enjoying it very…”

and before i could finish he had stuffed his cock back in my mouth.

Fucking my face he leaned forward and put his hand on my cock – “hmm you are enjoying this aren’t you”. There was no denying it. I was rock hard and leaking.

Sir then put his arms under my upper thighs and lifted my legs off the bed till only my shoulder blades were on the bed. We were essentially in a vertical 69 position with his cock in my throat. He grabbed the waste band of my boxers and pulled them up and off, unconcerned about the discomfort to me of pulling them over my hard cock..

With his arms wrapped around my body holding it upside down against his he placed his hands on my butt cheeks spreading them apart. I then felt a big blob of fluid (obviously spit) drop into my hole which he then massaged into my hole. he repeated this before decreeing

“Seems you haven’t made me cum yet, so I have decided I am going to fuck your virgin ass ok?”

I tried to object but I couldn’t speak, my mouth was stuffed full of cock.

“Given that you have nothing to say, and you have a hard cock, I take it you have changed your mind”. Lie down on the bed with your ass hanging over the edge

slut, and prepare to lose your virginity”.

Sir let go of me and I rolled free and stood to the side of the bed to try and plead my case without insulting him.

“Sir, I am happy to suck your cock for you, but as much as i thought i wanted to be fucked, i don’t want to, beside all of that, and I obviously don’t have experience with this sort of thing, but my ass isn’t appropriately cleaned or ready”

I couldn’t make out his face, just the outline of his body as he walked toward me.

He stopped just infront of me, took my cock in his hand and squeezed it, almost bring my knees to buckle..

“listen slut, the way i see it, you are a naked guy in my room with a hard-on, you can run if you like but where is a naked guy with no where to go in a town which is completely blacked out going to go hey?

He was right and i was screwed. “But what about the fact that my ass isn’t cleaned and ready?” i asked naively.

“Thats not your concern, now get over here and take it” and with that he led me across the room by my own cock and pushed me down on the bed. He then reached into his adjacent toiletry bag, took out a condom and put it on himself. Then he stepped over put something on the bed beside me, lifted my legs up on hi shoulders spat some giant gob on his fingers before massaging it against my hole.

“Now relax your muscles just like you deep throated before.

I was helpless, i took some deep breaths as for the first time in my life i had a cock slide into me. “arrrghh” i screamed

“oooh fuck that it is tight” sir exclaimed. He didn’t have to tell me!

He withdrew a little bit before sliding in a little further, withdrew a little bit and slid in a little further then just said “relax” before sliding all the way in. ohh fuck what a feeling was all i could think to myself

He slid his cock in and out with reasonable restraint for a minute or so before withdrawing. At first i wasn’t sure why, but he had decided to remove the condom and replace it with a clean one.

“ok boy that was just to clean you out and get you ready, now it is time to be fucked.” “Beg me to me fuck you” he ordered as he placed his cock at the entry to my ass

“please fuck me.. ahhh” is all i said as he popped his cock in me

“Beg!” he demanded

“please fuck me si.. ahh! he pushed his cock deep into me

and with that he started pounding me with a steady rhythm he would plunge his cock all the way up my tight ass then three quarters of the way out before plunging back in again. Back and fourth he pounded. he groaned and grunted has he hammered away, i could feel beads of sweat dropping from his forehead onto my cock which was bouncing around as he fucked me. The fucking went on and on. Just my luck my first fuck had the stamina of a marathon runner! He placed a hand on my cock and squeezed it roughly as he fucked. A giant blob of precum came out of my cock, he scooped it on his cigarette stained finger and stuck it in my mouth for me to lick clean.

He continued to pound my ass revelling in his new tight toy hole squeezing more than stroking my cock until i let out an almighty groan and it eventually spewed cum over my stomach. He slowed his rhythm a little to scoop up what cum he could find in the dark and again fed it to me.

He stood back up and the sweaty beast returned to his power pounding. I was spent, my libido well and truly gone, but i needed him to cum because he showed no signs of slowing and the more he pounded, the sorer i was going to be tomorrow. I tried to clench my ass muscles around his cock he looked up at me with a smirk. Jackpot, that’s what he wants. I clenched my ass nice and tight as he thrust deep into me before he started to let out some strained grunts and a final roar as he dumped his load in the condom buried in my ass. A few more thrusts to get it all out and he was done.

He slipped his cock out of me, carefully pulled the condom off of his cock and before i could move, straddled my on the bed, his weight planting firmly on my chest with his right hand he placed it behind my head, lifting it to meet his slowly deflating cock,. “be a good slut and clean it for me”. He wasn’t really giving me a choice as he pressed it against my lips, till i opened them and he put it in. I gently licked his cock clean getting the aroma of latex, cum, ass and sweat in my nostrils as i did. then with the condom in his left hand he told me to open wide as he held the condom over my mouth for me to take the cum that came out of his condom. While waiting for every last drop to cum out he said

“See slut, you can’t tell me you didn’t enjoy that. Your sweet little ass is mine. I fucked it, I broke it and no matter what happens to you form this point forward, you will always know I took your ass”

With that he removed himself from the bed and made his way in the dark to the bathroom where i assume he disposed of the condoms. I rolled onto my side and he came back and like he did before pulled me into him in the spooning position. He was drenched in sweat and my back was now drenched in his sweat also.

TBC….. Yes there was a little more….

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Chapter 1

My mobile phone bleeped loudly interrupting my day dreams. Automatically I reached into my rucksack to see who had text me. I sighed when I saw that it was Alex, to remind me not to be late again for my shift. Don’t get me wrong I am never intentionally late for anything but distractions always seem to present themselves at the last minute. I try hard to remain focussed but sometimes they are so hard to resist, especially when the distractions come in the shape of men.

“Who was that?” asked a drowsy voice.

“Just Alex” I replied rolling over to face the supine figure of my boyfriend, Morten.

With his eyes shut tight against the glaring mid-afternoon sun, he absent-mindedly stroked his bare chest and stomach before moving down to fondle his ample package. My eyes followed his every move drinking in the sight of his tanned naked body. I felt myself becoming aroused and my free hand strayed down towards my own cock, until that is I heard footsteps approaching across the pebble beach.

“What did he want?” he asked in a slightly disapproving tone.

“Reminding me not to be late for work, that’s all” I replied rolling over onto my stomach to hide my erection.

“He fusses too much over you, but he does have a point.”

“Don’t be like that; he’s a good mate and always looking out for me.”

“Mmm” was all he said as he too rolled over revealing his pert bum to the world.

The footsteps I had heard approaching turned out to belong to a group of teenagers, fully clothed despite the fact that they were on Brighton’s famous (or should that be notorious) nudist beach and the day was hot. For several minutes they wandered around making lewd comments about the naked sunbathers, men and women alike. Morten muttered under his breath about them being from Whitehawk and needing to grow up. I nodded sagely in agreement wishing that they would move on, which they did once they realised they weren’t getting a reaction from their targets.

Still they did look cute in a chavvy sort of way and I pointed this out which brought a chuckle in response and a comment about me being partial to a bit of rough. He knows me so well. Unable to resist any longer I shuffled sideways until our bodies touched, planted a kiss on his shoulder savouring the salty taste of his sun soaked skin. He raised an eyebrow, grinned mischievously and clambered on top covering my body with his.

“God, I wanna fuck you right now” he whispered into my ear.

“Bastard!” I giggled trying to throw him off me before we attracted unwanted attention.

Morten pressed his hips into my bum, just hard enough to tease before rolling off and sitting upright on his beach towel. I looked over my shoulder and watched him gazing thoughtfully out to sea. I wondered what he was thinking, sometimes he could be so hard to read. A seagull cried out loudly as it flew low over us making me jump and breaking Martens’ train of thought. I glanced down at my watch and was dismayed to see that it was already four o’clock. Only an hour to go before the beginning of another gruelling shift at the ‘The Golden Ring’ pub. I would be working there until the early hours of the morning.

“Do you fancy a burger before you start work?” Morten asked as he reached for his clothes “My treat.”

“Why kind Sir, you sure know how to treat a lady” I replied in a falsetto voice before receiving a playful slap on my behind.

“You’re no lady that’s for certain and I’ve got the photos to prove it!”

I bit my tongue determined not to be drawn on that subject, not when there were so many people around us. I wasn’t going to give Morten an excuse to announce my exhibitionist trait to the world! In a place like Brighton you simply don’t know who knows who. Grinning at my discomfort he watched me finish dressing before taking my hand he led me off the beach and in the direction of Burger King.

Over a Whopper meal I asked what he had planned for us over the coming weekend only to be told that he was visiting his parents in Croydon on Saturday and off to see his sister in Basingstoke on Sunday. The fact that I was being left alone was made doubly worse because I never got to see much of him during the week due to the long hours he worked at the Art College. I cherished the time we spent together, especially Sundays, when we stayed in bed until mid-day before heading into the lanes for lunch and generally mooch around. My face must have reflected my disappointment because he reached across the food strewn table, held my hand and looked me in the eye before telling me how much he would miss me. I smiled back and ate the rest of my meal all too aware of the passing time.

I dragged my feet as we walked hand in hand up St. James Street insisting on looking in the charity shops, anything to prolong the time we had together. On the pub’s doorstep he gave me a lingering, cock twitching kiss and then he was gone with a promise to call me on Sunday.

Chapter 2

Friday evenings were normally slow to start off with just a couple of pensioners propping up the bar while making their pints last as long as possible. Dean, the landlord, always moaned that they didn’t drink quickly enough and created the wrong impression for passing trade. He had a point I suppose but personally I think they’re great and we often had a chat while I cleared up empty glasses and wiped down the bar. I loved to hear about the bad old days, when being gay was illegal and what they had got up to in secret when they were young. So what if they flirted with me and pinched my bum when they thought the coast was clear, they meant no harm and I enjoyed the attention they gave me.

Then by about seven o’clock the first of the regulars would start arriving followed by the party goers around nine. By ten o’clock the ground floor would normally be heaving and the first floor filling up rapidly. But tonight though was different for there were only a couple of regulars and that was about it, even the old timers had gone home.

Alex and I busied ourselves at first but there’s only so much that could be done so we ended up the other side of the bar and caught up on gossip in the Argus newspaper. There on the second page we found the possible source of our lack of customers, a new club ‘Sinners’ opened its doors tonight offering free entrance and cheap drinks. Alex groaned aloud as he read the article and told me that Dean would not be happy as it would reduce our already meagre profits. Gay businesses had suffered along with everyone else during this recession and the last thing we needed was another competitor.

Having spoken of the devil, he appeared five minutes later looking as smart as ever. If I wasn’t already with Morten and Alex hadn’t got in there first, I would have made a serious play for him. He’s right up my street, an ex-copper with all the demeanour and arrogance of a serving officer, blonde with icy blue eyes and an impressive pair of guns. Standing at over six foot tall few sane or sober people argued with him, word had got round quickly that he was handy with his fists.

He scowled as he looked around the virtually empty room and us on the wrong side of the bar but said nothing until he had poured himself a drink and joined us.

“Quiet in here tonight” he said stating the obvious.

We looked at him warily not quite sure how to respond. I made to stand up but he placed a hand on my shoulder and told me to relax, he’d deal with what little custom there was. Sometime later and in a less than subtle move he sent me off to buy fish and chips for everyone left in the pub. I glanced through the pub window as I headed off, already Dean and Alex were deep in conversation, I wondered what they were talking about that needed me out of the way.

I didn’t find out until much later that night, once the pub had closed and we’d tidied up. Over a cup of coffee Dean told me that the pub’s income had been falling steadily over the last six months and that with Sinners opening our future looked even bleaker. In his accountant’s opinion we had to turn things around quickly otherwise we’d be out of business within a few months. I had been expecting to hear that I was out of a job there and then, so this final statement brought a little relief to me. He went on to say that he had a couple of ideas but needed more which was why I was being included in on this conversation. Alex had apparently been singing my praises saying that I was good at thinking outside of the box and was certain I would have plenty of ideas. No pressure then!

I walked home deep in thought. How was I going to find a solution for us when I was no good at maths or business matters? My strengths lay in dealing with people and knowing how to please them, which is why even if I do admit it myself, I make a damn good barman. Tired and despairing that nothing was springing to mind I climbed into my empty bed wishing that Morten was here.

Chapter 3

I woke the following morning feeling more optimistic. I felt that I my life was at a turning point, all I had to do was solve the problem presented to me last night. Sitting at the kitchen table with a mug of coffee in one hand and a piece of toast in the other I read through the gay guide to Brighton. I was looking for a clue. What had Dean and Alex missed in their business plans?

On my second mug of coffee the pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place, excited like a blood hound discovering a scent, I re-scanned the business listings animatedly. The Golden Ring’s advert was lost amongst the others, even I was lucky to have found it. That would need to be changed along with the fact there were loads of similar pubs with nothing to distinguish them from one another. I felt we needed to diversify and offer more to our customers to regain their loyalty and much needed cash. What could we do to make ourselves stand out? What could we offer locals and visiting tourists that the others didn’t?

Taking a step back, figuratively speaking, I looked for any gaps in the market that hadn’t already been covered. At first nothing sprung to mind but slowly the fog lifted and there stood the solution crystal clear. We should split the business into two, one part remaining as the traditional pub venue, with other part offering themed evenings run on nights not available elsewhere.

Genius! I thought to myself, now what sort of themes to offer and where? The where bit was simple, the upstairs rooms could be converted with controlled access for paying members. The theme bit took more researching as I wanted to find out what was available elsewhere in the country. After an hour of surfing the internet I had made a list of what I thought were possible themes. Pleased with myself I sent a text to Alex giving him the news before I put my list to one side and got on with household chores.

By lunch time I was getting a little stir crazy, there’s only so much dusting and hoovering a guy can do! I hate being alone for any length of time, so keen to hear a friendly voice I called Morten on his mobile only to be put through to his voicemail. I left a rambling message declaring my love and how much I missed him before trailing off a little lamely. A little embarrassed by my neediness I decided that I should man up and leave him to contact me, after all it was him who had arranged to be away for the whole weekend.

With a couple of hours to kill before my shift started at the pub I showered and changed before heading off into town to have a coffee and watch the world go by (okay the guys going by if I’m being honest). One lad caught my interest, his face looked familiar and as I struggled to recall where I had seen him before he spotted me watching him. Smirking slightly he sauntered over and stood in front of me with hands buried deep in his pockets.

“Spare some change please?” he said furtively glancing around him.

The moment I heard his voice I remembered where I’d seen him before. On the beach yesterday, he was one of the chavs who’d been ogling the sunbathers!

“No but I’ll buy you a drink and something to eat” I replied noticing the way his clothes hung on his slender frame.

This appeared to catch him off guard for he hesitated, glanced at me suspiciously before muttering “I suppose so.”

“Your choice” I replied acting more coolly than I felt.

He pulled a chair over and sat down opposite me with his back to the passing shoppers. I offered him the menu card and told him to choose whatever he wanted from it. From his expression and the way he mouthed the words silently to himself I gathered that he wasn’t very good at reading. Eventually he said he wanted a coke and a ham sandwich and just remembered to say a ‘thank you’ afterwards. I attracted the attention of a waitress and placed his order and requested another coffee and a croissant for myself.

While we waited for the order to arrive I casually asked if he recognised me. He shook his head slowly he said that he didn’t and had only come over to beg some money as I looked like a soft touch. I burst out laughing at his honesty and had to admit that perhaps I was but the reason I had made eye contact was because I recognised him. Now I had his attention. Just at that moment the food and drink arrived bringing a halt to the conversation. He ate his food quickly and in silence before asking me where I knew him from.

“I saw you yesterday on the nudist beach larking around with some mates of yours.”

He looked a little embarrassed at this information, glanced down at his empty plate before looking up at me.

“Yeah well, we were just messing around like, didn’t mean nothing though.”

“Oh right” I said casually and watched the waitress clearing nearby tables.

“Are you queer?”

“Yes, have you got a problem with that?” I replied feeling my hackles rise at the word ‘queer’.

“Nah, but I’m short in my benefits and I could do with some cash……..”

I choked on my coffee spraying the hot drink over the table and my croissant, bringing a snigger from him while I gasped for breath.

“Are you suggesting….. Sex for cash?” I whispered once I’d regained my composure.

He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly “Sure, why not? I’ll let you suck my cock for a tenner.”

“I’ve got a boyfriend! Why would I want to pay you for a blow job?”

He swilled the last of his coke around the glass before downing it and then looked at me with a calculating glint in his eye. For the first time I sensed his intelligence, perhaps he wasn’t the brain-dead chav he appeared to be. Then he snorted.

“That guy I saw you with on the beach? He’s old enough to be your dad!”

“Cheeky beggar he’s not!” I replied “Well he’s only fifteen years older than me, that’s all.”

Again that nonchalant shrug.

“Whatever.”

“How old are you?”

“Nineteen.”

“Ok….. You still haven’t told me why I would want to pay you.”

Without replying he stood up, scraping the chair loudly on the pavement as he did so. He pulled his jogging bottoms tight across his thighs, and then I saw it, the outline of his cock. Oh boy oh boy was he big! I licked my lips reflexively, with great difficulty I tore my eyes away from his crutch and looked up at his broadly grinning face.

“That’s why. Common let’s go.”

“Where?”

“Just follow me. I know a place to go.”

He strode off not looking back, cocky in the knowledge that I would follow him. Which I did without hesitation, well after having quickly left money on the table to cover the bill that is. Not once did I consider the risks or the consequences of my actions. I’m ashamed to say that I didn’t even think about Morten, all I could focus on was how big he would be when erect. I followed him along the high street at a discreet distance before he turned into a side road and then up an alleyway. Now I began to slow down allowing more space between us, what was I doing? I could be beaten up and mugged at any moment!

Perhaps sensing my hesitance he turned round, smiled, told me that everything was cool and to keep up. About fifty feet into the alleyway he disappeared from view. Catching up I found that he had climbed through a hole in a wooden fence into an overgrown garden of a boarded up house. Under an ancient apple tree he stood with his trousers already round his ankles stroking his cock through his pants. Nervously I looked around at the neighbouring houses before walking over to him and realised that we were effectively hidden from view.

I knelt down and reached forward to pull his pants down. As I gripped the waistband I was surprised to see that they were Calvin Klein branded, I had assumed that he was more of a Primark guy. After a moment’s hesitation I slowly slid his pants down until his cock sprang free bobbing in front of my face. I continued pulling them down his outspread legs until they had joined his jogging bottoms and then ran my hands up the back of his slim hairy legs. In the afternoon sun the hairs on his legs shone like gold as did his small thatch of pubic hairs. I placed my hands on his tiny waist and pulled him towards me.

At the same time I felt his hands grasp the back of my head holding me in position as he aimed his cockhead at my now open mouth. Despite my concerns about his personal hygiene there was only the slightest whiff of man smell about his cock and that quickly disappeared as I licked his cockhead with my willing tongue. By now he was rock hard and although it hadn’t grown that much longer it had definitely become thicker. It filled my mouth completely as he pushed it inch by inch past my lips until it was hitting the back of my throat. Gagging slightly I pulled back and adjusted my position so that I could take it down my throat easier.

I could tell by his confident attitude and well aimed strokes that he’d had plenty of practice doing this sort of thing. I fleetingly wondered how many times had he brought punters back to this secluded spot to earn a tenner or two. Did it matter? I asked myself, not really I guess, none of my business for I didn’t even know his name! My thoughts were interrupted by his cockhead pushing further down my throat until his tight little balls were pressing into my goatee and my nose into his pubes. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the sensations I was experiencing. With my tongue I explored his veiny shaft as it slid leisurely backwards and forwards over it. My lips were locked around it in a loving embrace while my nose inhaled his natural aroma. I fumbled to undo my jeans and extract my raging hard on from my constraining boxer shorts.

Slowly the urgency of our union increased, before I knew it his body was bucking and his cock pulsing as he sent his jism shooting down my throat. Like a man possessed I wanked my cock, within a few seconds I was sending my own seed flying into the long grass at his feet. With a grunt he pulled his slimy still oozing cock out of my mouth and quickly pulled his pants and bottoms up.

“You owe me a tenner mate” he said all business now.

“Okay okay, give me a minute” I replied climbing to my feet and doing my jeans up at the same time.

“What’s your name?” I asked as took a tenner out of my wallet and held it towards him.

He snatched it out of my hand and stuffed it into his back pocket before striding quickly towards the alleyway. He paused as reached the hole in the fence and then looked back at me.

“You can call me Stevie.”

And then he was gone.

Chapter 4

My head was all over the place as I walked to work, the same thoughts kept whirling through my brain. Did I really just pay a tenner to give a stranger a blow job? Should I tell Morten about it? Why hadn’t Morten returned my call? What would I do if I bumped into Stevie again? Did I want to? The answers to these questions changed each time I thought about them.

The only thing I knew for certain was that having acted impulsively and taken a risk for a change I felt alive with excitement. I love Morten very much and wouldn’t hurt him for anything in the world, but sometimes I feel we’re stuck in a rut and that I’m simply part of the furniture. The energy carried me through the entire evening shift for I served every customer with a smile and cleared tables with quick efficiency. This didn’t go unnoticed, for on more than one occasion I spotted out the corner of my eye Alex watching with me with suspicion in his eyes.

He said nothing until Dean threw the bolts on the door as the last of the drunken customers left, and then the inquisition started. As we cleared up he asked innocent enough questions but cumulatively they backed me into a corner until I had no option but to disclose my encounter with Stevie. My confession brought unexpected and different reactions from the two guys. Alex was shocked; horrified at the risks I had taken and angry that I had been unfaithful to Morten. Meanwhile Dean just raised an eyebrow, looked at me thoughtfully for a moment before he broke into a grin and told me what a bad bad boy I had been. I got the distinct feeling that I had just gone up in his estimation.

To turn attention away from my earlier activities I raised the subject of the pub’s future and the ideas I had come up with this morning. Over the next half an hour I outlined what I would do if I was given a free hand with the place. I told them how I’d leave the downstairs alone to retain the ambience of the pub and existing customers but the upstairs was a different matter. It would be gutted and transformed into a nightclub on two floors with restricted to ticket access or members only. Alex clearly still had a bit of an issue with me for he tackled me hard on the practicalities and how we would attract the extra custom to cover the costs involved. Ignoring the undercurrents in our dialogue I maintained a businesslike approach, to Dean’s approval and Alex’s irritation. I said we could attract the custom and income by holding themed nights such as underwear only, boots only, totally naked, uniform or rubber/leather etc. on evenings not available elsewhere in Brighton.

By the end of the meeting Dean was enthusiastic about the possibilities my ideas had raised and even Alex grudgingly admitted that I might be onto something. As I made to leave Alex gave me a hug to clear the air between us, then suggested that I didn’t tell Morten anything about Stevie as he didn’t think he would take it very well. I nodded in agreement as I was pretty sure myself that the shit would hit the fan if I did.

Walking home I checked my mobile for messages but still nothing, this was out of character, either something was wrong or he was up to something.

Chapter 5

My phone never did ring. I was slobbing out on the sofa catching up on Eastenders on my iPad when the door bell rang. Who was that? I sighed as hit the pause button. Barefooted I padded to the door ready to give a mouthful to the person who had dared to interrupt my peace. As I opened the door a large spray of pink and white roses were presented to me by a sheepish looking Morten.

All irritation I felt evaporated as I took the roses from him and inhaled their heady scent, for they are my all time favourite flowers. I stepped aside with a smile to let him inside. Closing the door with a quiet click I slowly followed him into the kitchen where he was already filling the kettle and humming to himself. He was dressed in his customary style, jeans and close fitting jumper pushed up to the elbows. His hair as ever immaculate if a little dated in the curtain style, he’s a big 80’s fan you see.

Hearing my approaching footsteps Morten switched the kettle on before turning round and giving me one of his special smiles, the kind that I find impossible to resist. I took a couple of steps towards him and found myself quickly enfolded within him arms. I wrapped my own arms around his middle and hugged him hard. Kissing me on the top of my head he returned my hug and together we swayed gently as if slowly dancing to inaudible music.

Finally we broke apart prompted by the clicking of the boiling kettle switching off. I opened my mouth to ask him about the voicemail message I had left for him but he beat me to it.

“I’m really sorry I didn’t return your call. I turned my phone off while driving to mum and dad’s and forgot to turn it back on again until last night. By then it was too late, I knew you’d be at work.”

Suspicion wheedled its way through my brain encouraged perhaps by guilty feelings about my recent encounter with Stevie. Morten was normally very reliable and conscientious about keeping in touch with me. It was definitely out of character.

“You could have called me this morning” I said pouting a little theatrically.

“True, but Carol cancelled at the last moment so I decided to come straight home and surprise you. Which I did, right?” he finished using that smile of his again.

“Yeah, you did that alright” I conceded as I put sugar and coffee into two mugs.

Subject closed we sat cuddled up on the sofa as he recounted his day with his parents. Two people who I have only met once, in passing, at his sister’s birthday party. I had simply been introduced as a ‘friend’ to them for they were still blissfully unaware that their son liked to fuck guys rather than girls. I hated the dishonesty. It made me feel like a second class citizen not worthy to be counted as his partner. However there was no discussing the issue with him. He simply would not broach the subject with them always arguing that they were too old to accept or understand the fact that he was gay.

Finally finished he asked me about my last twenty four hours, so I told him about my meeting with Dean and Alex over the future of the pub and the ideas I had put forward. I also told him the more mundane aspects of yesterday carefully editing out all references to Stevie. I needn’t have worried for I had lost him when I mentioned my ideas; he was frowning and deep in thought. Finally he surfaced returning to the here and now. In one smooth move he rose disentangling himself from my arms and strode over to the lounge window.

I sat there looking up at him waiting for the inevitable lecture from him, sometimes he forgets that I’m not one of his students to be told what to think and do. Sure enough once he had tired of watching the world outside he turned round leaning against the windowsill with an inscrutable expression. Then he started his critical analysis of our ideas and how he thought it might work if done correctly (i.e. his way) and marketed cleverly. Warming to his own ideas he spent half an hour talking technical business plans which went straight over my head. All I could suggest at the end was that he speak to Dean about them for I was just a simple barman.

Perhaps in hindsight this last comment was a tactical mistake for it simply reinforced the idea that I was not very intelligent in his eyes. He gave me a slightly patronising smile and agreed with me. I thought he had finished with the lecture but no, he started to tell me that he wasn’t comfortable or happy with the thought of me working in the club on the themed evenings. By now I was more than a little irritated and tackled him about his stance when as far as I was concerned I would still be working as a barman. What I didn’t understand was how come he liked the idea of business plan but not me being part of it?

I could see that this was in danger of turning into an argument so to prevent the afternoon being spoilt completely I changed the subject. I suggested we get some fresh air and go for a walk which he took as a sign of victory and agreed to the suggestion.

Chapter 6

An hour later we were walking through Preston Park with ice creams in hand first watching the tennis being played in the courts before moving on to the main park and watching a couple of kick around football matches. I love watching football partly because of the fit bodies and partly for the testosterone fuelled aggression between the players. The thought of being used as a cum dump for the two teams never fails to turn me on.

Morten apparently shared my feelings for he whispered in my ear that he still wanted to fuck me and wasn’t going to take no for an answer. I continued to watch the football but raised my eyebrows, nodded slightly and asked where was he going to do this in such a busy park? Grinning he told me that he was going to the central toilets and that I should follow him in a minute’s time, if a cubicle was free we would do it there. I simply nodded and returned my attention to the game as he casually sauntered off across the grass towards the main toilets. He’s taking a risk I thought, but it was ticking all of my boxes so I counted the seconds before making my way over.

Despite the park being busy the toilets appeared to be empty, perhaps because they’re not the cleanest in the park. I coughed to gain Morten’s attention, in response a cubicle door swung open to reveal him standing with his trousers and pants around his ankles. He had a broad grin on his face while he stroked his cock to erection. With one final look around me I darted into the graffiti covered cubicle and locked the door behind me. It was cramped in the cell designed for one but with a little careful manoeuvring I managed to remove my jeans and boxers. Hanging them up on the door hook I then knelt on the toilet seat so that my feet couldn’t be seen from outside and braced my arms against the grimy walls. Looking over my shoulder I watched Morten reach down into his trouser pockets and retrieve a sachet of lubricant. We had tons of them at home thanks to the freebies supplied in the pubs and nightclubs. They always come in handy for an impromptu fuck!

Stepping in between my outspread legs he pushed his greased up cock between my cheeks and straight into my puckered hole. Without waiting for me to relax and adjust to the sudden intrusion he thrust his cock smoothly all the way in until it was fully buried up to the hilt. As I went to cry out from the pain he clamped his hand over my mouth silencing me in an instant. Just as well for a few seconds later I heard the toilet door open and the shuffling footsteps of what must have been an elderly man. Morten didn’t pause for a moment, too carried away by the moment he simply started to fuck me with all his might. After the pain had subsided I began to really enjoy the rough fucking, the feel of his cock impaling me, his hips banging against my cheeks, me holding my breath while the old man pissed into the pan just feet away from us.

With one hand I reached underneath me and stroked my cock to erection, it didn’t take long for me to cum sending my jism splattering into the toilet pan. As I orgasmed my ring clamped tight around Morten’s cock tipping him over the edge. With a stifled grunt he slammed his cock into me for a final time and sent his own jism shooting deep into me. We remained locked together for a couple of minutes to catch our breaths and wait for another visitor to leave the toilets. Pulling out of me with a quiet plop Morten carefully wiped his cock clean before cleaning my crack up too using the scratchy toilet paper. I climbed off the toilet and reached round him to retrieve my clothes, as I did so he pulled me to him giving me a quick kiss on the lips.

“I love you” he said.

Smiling in response I replied “I love you too but I really need to get dressed before we are discovered.”

With a little awkwardness I pulled my shorts and jeans on again, while I did so Morten checked to make sure the coast was clear. Satisfied that it was he opened the cubicle, then closed it behind him and left me to follow on after a minute or so. Five minutes later we were both standing once more at the edge of the football pitch where the game was still playing. I glanced down at my watch and was surprised to find we’d only been gone fifteen minutes. Our fun in the cubicle had seemed to last much longer than that.

Once the game had finished we wandered slowly home again. Taking the bull by the horns I tackled him over his contradictory stance over the pub and my involvement in it. He looked at me thoughtfully for a moment before explaining how much the idea of the themed nights turned him on as had the fuck in the toilets just now but he was worried about the impact it would have on our relationship. I asked him in what way and was told that he didn’t like the idea of sharing me with anyone else even though he was finding our current setup stifling. I laughed at this last admission for that was exactly how I felt and told him so.

By the time we arrived back home our heart to heart talk had cleared the air between us and I felt we were much closer than before.

Chapter 7

One evening about a week later while we cleared up the pub after the last of the customers had left, Dean dropped a bombshell on me. He told me that he and Morten had been busy having discussions and together had drawn up a viable business plan for the pub. Oh really? That’s news to me I thought to myself. I must have a word with Morten when I get home.

After a moment’s hesitation I smiled tentatively and asked if I was still included in the plans. Clapping me on the shoulder he winked and told me that I would be playing a major part, all would be revealed once Morten arrived with the contracts. Bloody hell! Things were moving fast, contracts? I didn’t even know what had been agreed. It was becoming clear that I was not being kept in the loop but why would I be? After all I was only hired staff, running the business was not my concern, having fun and getting paid was what I was interested in.

Twenty minutes later there was a sharp knock on the door. Alex undid the bolts and stepped back, in walked Morten looking very suave in his business suit holding a bulging briefcase under his arm. He dumped the case on the nearest table, while Alex locked the door again, and walked over to where I stood. He threw me a mischievous smile before kissing me gently on the lips. Then he was all business, undoing his case he withdrew a raft of paperwork and sat down with Dean, together they went through it. Bored and slightly impatient Alex and I helped ourselves to a drink from behind the bar while we waited for our partners to finish their discussions. It seemed to go on forever but finally they both seemed happy with the contracts for they shook hands and signed them off. Only now were they prepared to share their plans.

Dean and Morten were now business partners with equal stakes in the new venture. The pub was going to be renamed “The Polished Ring” a deliberate reference to a certain part of the anatomy and one that would stick in people’s minds. This of course was the purpose of the name change. The ground floor was to remain as it was, a welcoming traditional style pub, while the first floor was being transformed into an exclusively gay restaurant and the top floor into a members only lounge bar.

I hadn’t expected that a restaurant would be part of the business plan, so expressing my surprise I asked who would run it and how would we bring in enough customers to make it successful? Morten looked a little smug as he informed us that he would be managing the restaurant but it would only be open on Friday and Saturday evenings. With the help of an assistant chef he would be serving up fine cuisine providing one of the attractions, another attraction being the fact that the diners would be served by a naked waiter.

I choked on my drink at this last comment, spluttering I asked if he meant literally naked. He nodded before explaining that the waiter would be completely naked with only a black waist apron covering his modesty and matching bow tie collar and cuffs. I said that I liked the sound of that, picturing some lush hunk in my mind and asked who did they have in mind for the job? Morten laughed and pointed a finger in my direction. Not for the first time tonight I had been wrong footed, I opened and closed my mouth silently a couple of times before coming out with a lame ‘oh’.

Dean took over from Morten assuring me that it would be done very tastefully. They both thought that I was the ideal person for the role. I was young, slim and reasonably attractive, plus with my friendly outgoing nature and exhibitionist streak I would be popular with the diners. I beamed with pleasure from all the compliments but I did have to agree with his character summarisation, for that’s what makes me a good barman. Before I could say anything else he went on to talk about the member’s only lounge which would be his and Alex’s domain. He had liked the idea of the themed evenings so from Sunday to Thursday they would be open for the following themes – underwear only, boots only, totally naked, leather/rubber gear, army/uniform, sportswear and finally arse play/fisting. It was still to be decided which theme would be on which evening but there was plenty of time for that to be finalised.

I was pleased to see that my ideas had remained largely intact even though by the sound of it I wasn’t going to be taking part in the evenings. But considering what I would have to do in my role I dreaded to think what would be expected of Alex on those evenings. Looking at his expression I think he was thinking along the same lines as me!

My thoughts were interrupted by Dean outlining the plans for the coming weeks. The pub would remain open for business as much as possible while the two upper floors were transformed into the restaurant and lounge bar. But inevitably there would come a point when it would have to completely close for about two weeks whilst the whole interior was redecorated. Morten jumped in to assure both Alex and I would still be paid for those two weeks and there would be plenty of work to be done during that time. Alex raised his eyebrows and asked what would be involved for he was still looking nervous about the whole matter.

With barely a pause for breath Morten launched into an animated speech about the need for publicity and getting our faces known amongst the gay community both in Brighton and around the rest of the country. In fact the whole world he enthused, warming up to the idea, we could launch our own website so that gay guys visiting the UK would know where to find us before they arrived. He planned to use professional photographers and marketing experts to create publicity posters, flyers and adverts to get the message out there.

Dean thumped the table in triumph as he had a Eureka moment, for in two month’s time it would be the Gay Pride Festival in Brighton. That would be a perfect opportunity for us to reach loads of guys in a short space of time he explained. Morten nodded in agreement, he looked thoughtful for a moment before adding that he knew one of the event organisers for Gay Pride and was sure that he could get a stall arranged for us even at this late stage. We would have to work fast to get the publicity material together but it could be done if everyone helped out. Despite my initial concerns about being a naked waiter I was swept up by their enthusiasm and volunteered to help out in any way I could to make this venture be successful.

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Have you ever felt like nobody cares about you? How you feel alone and ignored? It’s a lonely feeling. You feel like you are invisible, unnoticed, and pushed aside. This is my real story and I’m here to tell you that if you have been bullied, it WILL get better. And if you made it through being bullied, I congratulate you. This is a story of the harm that bullying can cause, and it’s not to offend anybody that has been bullied. 

When I was 14, I came out to my friends. I was pretty open about it, but it was probably the biggest mistake of my young life. I’m now 19 and in the 5 years since I’ve came out have been hell. But it all changed after I turned 18.

October 5th, 2008 is the beginning of the rest of my life. 

Ever since elementary school, I’ve sat with the same 4 people at lunch. They are Patrick, Carson, Meg, and Jeff. But, I’m about to say something that will probably change my life forever. 

“guys, I need to tell you something.” I said through the intense background noise of our cafeteria. 

“you found your penis.” Jeff said laughing. I playfully kicked him under the table. “ow.” he said still laughing. 

“anyway, I… I um… I think I’m gay.” the laughter ceased at our small table. The echo of 1500 kids took over, then patrick broke the silence. 

“oh… Well it’s cool with me, is It cool with you guys?” he said to the rest of the group. Meg was almost jumping with joy. “this is great! Now me and my BFF can go to the mall and check out guys!” she said with her voice so full of excitement. I could only blush, and I flashed a half smile completely out of embarrassment. “yeah, no offense Meg but I think Troy has a better shot at picking up guys than you do.” Jeff said, then receiving a hard, playful punch to the shoulder from meg. “it’s not going to change anything.” Jeff added rubbing his shoulder. “we’ve all known eachother since the first grade, and that will never change.” he said looking at me with his beautiful smile. “do your parents know?” patrick asked. “uh….” I said looking at the table. “you don’t want them to know?” Patrick interrupted. “no… Well, not yet.” I said looking back at him. Carson was still sitting there completely shocked. I think he was catatonic. I noticed a boy who kept looking at me ever since I said that I was gay. Maybe I said it too loudly. He was a senior, and a football player, so that automatically means that he is cool. His name is Sam or something like that. I got up to return my tray and I noticed he got up just as I walked by. I walked the 120′ down the cafeteria wall to the tray return. I turned back and Sam pushed me into the wall. “what the fuck was that for?” he answered by shoving me into the wall again. He walked past me and chuckled. What crawled up his ass? I sat back down and just brushed the whole incident off. After lunch, we were on our way to American history class. We made it back to our lockers and I put in the combo for mine. I opened it, and took out my books that I needed for the next 3 classes. I walked into the classroom and sat down in my usual place. Around halfway through the class, I feel a kick to my calf, I look back and it’s Sam. He flashed a cocky, yet so attractive grin at me. “asshole.” I said under my breath. I felt another, harder kick to my leg. I tried to ignore it. I hate these jocks. They think their all high and mighty. But Sam is definitely mighty. He stands at 6’3″ and is around 240 Lbs, just a behemoth of a teenager. When class got out, I walked to my next class, which was biology. I had to walk past the gym to get there. I walked by and another jock, brad, grabbed my books and flipped them into my face. The big book caught me right in my nose, and then fell to the ground. People started laughing, and pointing at me. I bent over and started picking up my things. I saw another pair of hands on my stuff. I followed the forearm up to muscular biceps and up broad shoulders to a gorgeous face. He looked up at me, reveLing his beautiful deep blue eyes. “forget him.” he said handing me my stuff. “thanks for helping me.” I said gratefully. He just smiled. “I’m Kevin.” he said extending his hand. “nice to meet you. I’m-“

“Troy.” he interrupted. “I know.” he said with another gorgeous smile. “how do you know my name?” 

“I sit right behind you in biology.” he said. We walked to biology together, just talking. I think I found a new friend.

Have you ever felt like nobody cares about you? How you feel alone and ignored? It’s a lonely feeling. You feel like you are invisible, unnoticed, and pushed aside. This is my real story and I’m here to tell you that if you have been bullied, it WILL get better. And if you made it through being bullied, I congratulate you. This is a story of the harm that bullying can cause, and it’s not to offend anybody that has been bullied. 

When I was 14, I came out to my friends. I was pretty open about it, but it was probably the biggest mistake of my young life. I’m now 19 and in the 5 years since I’ve came out have been hell. But it all changed after I turned 18.

October 5th, 2008 is the beginning of the rest of my life. 

Ever since elementary school, I’ve sat with the same 4 people at lunch. They are Patrick, Carson, Meg, and Jeff. But, I’m about to say something that will probably change my life forever. 

“guys, I need to tell you something.” I said through the intense background noise of our cafeteria. 

“you found your penis.” Jeff said laughing. I playfully kicked him under the table. “ow.” he said still laughing. 

“anyway, I… I um… I think I’m gay.” the laughter ceased at our small table. The echo of 1500 kids took over, then patrick broke the silence. 

“oh… Well it’s cool with me, is It cool with you guys?” he said to the rest of the group. Meg was almost jumping with joy. “this is great! Now me and my BFF can go to the mall and check out guys!” she said with her voice so full of excitement. I could only blush, and I flashed a half smile completely out of embarrassment. “yeah, no offense Meg but I think Troy has a better shot at picking up guys than you do.” Jeff said, then receiving a hard, playful punch to the shoulder from meg. “it’s not going to change anything.” Jeff added rubbing his shoulder. “we’ve all known eachother since the first grade, and that will never change.” he said looking at me with his beautiful smile. “do your parents know?” patrick asked. “uh….” I said looking at the table. “you don’t want them to know?” Patrick interrupted. “no… Well, not yet.” I said looking back at him. Carson was still sitting there completely shocked. I think he was catatonic. I noticed a boy who kept looking at me ever since I said that I was gay. Maybe I said it too loudly. He was a senior, and a football player, so that automatically means that he is cool. His name is Sam or something like that. I got up to return my tray and I noticed he got up just as I walked by. I walked the 120′ down the cafeteria wall to the tray return. I turned back and Sam pushed me into the wall. “what the fuck was that for?” he answered by shoving me into the wall again. He walked past me and chuckled. What crawled up his ass? I sat back down and just brushed the whole incident off. After lunch, we were on our way to American history class. We made it back to our lockers and I put in the combo for mine. I opened it, and took out my books that I needed for the next 3 classes. I walked into the classroom and sat down in my usual place. Around halfway through the class, I feel a kick to my calf, I look back and it’s Sam. He flashed a cocky, yet so attractive grin at me. “asshole.” I said under my breath. I felt another, harder kick to my leg. I tried to ignore it. I hate these jocks. They think their all high and mighty. But Sam is definitely mighty. He stands at 6’3″ and is around 240 Lbs, just a behemoth of a teenager. When class got out, I walked to my next class, which was biology. I had to walk past the gym to get there. I walked by and another jock, brad, grabbed my books and flipped them into my face. The big book caught me right in my nose, and then fell to the ground. People started laughing, and pointing at me. I bent over and started picking up my things. I saw another pair of hands on my stuff. I followed the forearm up to muscular biceps and up broad shoulders to a gorgeous face. He looked up at me, reveLing his beautiful deep blue eyes. “forget him.” he said handing me my stuff. “thanks for helping me.” I said gratefully. He just smiled. “I’m Kevin.” he said extending his hand. “nice to meet you. I’m-“

“Troy.” he interrupted. “I know.” he said with another gorgeous smile. “how do you know my name?” 

“I sit right behind you in biology.” he said. We walked to biology together, just talking. I think I found a new friend.

“The offer is tempting, yes,” The elegantly clad Guiovani Lucano, president of Unipro, said, “but the French cosmetic firms are eager to have whatever Dragobotania we can produce. There’s really no sufficient incentive I can see to change that and sell to the United States instead.”

He was talking to the American chemical dealer, Nicholas Reynolds, as they both sat, drinking coffee, at a café table on the terrace of the Grand Hotel Tremezo on Lake Como above the hotel swimming pool, which itself looked like it was suspended over the surface of the lake. But he wasn’t looking at the beefy early-middle aged American. His interests and attention were riveted elsewhere.

He had been watching a lithe, blond youth swimming laps in the pool below. His gray eyes had flared and his patrician nostrils had twitched when the youth caught his attention when he had gracefully risen from a chaise lounge by the pool, glided to the low diving board, and made a perfectly arced dive into the blue surface of the pool at the beginning of his swim. The thought of a dancer had entered the tall, thin, graying-templed Italian manufacturer’s mind. Guiovani had specific, refined tastes. They included young, blond male dancers.

He gave a little shiver of pleasure as he watched the young man rise from the pool, effortlessly climb the ladder, and stand there in his skimpy Speedo, briefly, tossing his blond curls from side to side to flick off droplets of water and then move, mincingly, to the chaise lounge, retrieve his towel, and wick his perfect, hairless torso off with the fluffy hotel towel. Guiovani slitted his eyes and licked his lips, imagining the young man bound and suspended over his bed in his villa outside Milan.

“The French companies offer incentives above the deals they put on the table?” Reynolds asked. He kept an innocent, unsophisticated-American look on his face. A look of “please educate me in the real world of European business.”

“Yes, well, there are age-old business customs in Europe,” Guiovani said, tearing his eyes away from the titillating sight of the young man toweling himself off by the pool below to look directly into the clumsy American’s face. The young man had one knee kneeling on the surface of the chaise lounge. The angle of the leg was making Guiovani hard. His refined tastes were quite specific.

“I’m sure we can do business on that basis,” Reynolds said, knitting his brow like he was searching his mind for what he might offer. “We could provide these directly to you, I assume. No need for them to appear in any records.”

“Yes, of course,” Guiovani said, but even as he said it, he sensed the presence of someone at the table, standing between him and the rays of the afternoon sun. He looked up, expecting to see the waiter – and to bristle, as the waiters at as fine a hotel as the Grand Tremezo should know to watch for the signal that they were wanted when it became bill time.

But what he saw instead of a waiter made him take his breath in and set his coffee cup down in fear that it would tumble out of his suddenly trembling hand.

“I’m bored, Dad. Can’t I go into the casino?”

“No, Ryan. I’m doing business here and I could not clear my mind if you were out of my sight. And it’s impolite just to intrude like this. Do sit down over here rather than standing over us and getting us wet.”

Guiovani almost cried out that he wanted the young man standing by him, as close as possible right now and here. What he would really like would be for the youth to be trussed up and at his mercy.

“Excuse us, Signore Lucano. And please excuse my son. I have just retrieved him from his boarding school in Switzerland. I’m afraid I’ve kept him sequestered far too long. It’s time for him to start learning his proper way in society. This is my son, Ryan. Ryan, this is Signore Lucano. He owns the chemical company we’re here to do business with – if we can reach a mutually acceptable arrangement, that is.” He gave a searching look at Guiovani.

Reynolds had a hand on Ryan’s shoulder as the young man sat down in a chair across from Guiovani at the café table. Guiovani wanted to scream that there, of course, was a possible deal in the offing as he looked at Reynold’s hand on the bare skin of his son with envy he was having a hard time concealing. But he kept control of himself and merely smiled benignly at the youth and said, “I am happy to meet you, Ryan. And, alas, I’m afraid they don’t permit minors in the casino.”

Ryan had been looking down at his lap shyly, but when Guiovani spoke, he lifted his head and fluttered his long eyelashes over his baby-blue eyes and gave the Italian patrician a winsome little smile. He exuded appreciation that the man noticed him and was talking directly to him. But of course Guiovani noticed Ryan. He was close to hyperventilating on the spot. Only many centuries of the best of breeding kept the Italian noble from leaping across the table and onto the beautiful blond youth.

“Oh, Ryan could go into the casino,” Reynolds said, breaking the spell – thankfully for Guiovani, who wasn’t all that sure that his breeding was enough to hold his libido in check. “He’s eighteen. He just looks young for his age. He doesn’t really need my permission now to do whatever he wants to do. I’ve been a protective father; perhaps overly protective. Of course you can go to the casino, if you wish, Ryan.”

Ryan looked at his father and smiled. He reached up and took Reynold’s hand in his two hands and interlocked their forearms on the café table.

Guiovani was beside himself with need.

“Thanks, Dad. Maybe later. I’m so bored here.”

“That’s terrible that you should be bored in such gorgeous surroundings,” Guiovani said. He spread his arms, sweeping them across the view of the lake of the Bellagio across Lake Como. I don’t think there’s a more beautiful sight in the world.”

“I feel so tight and bloated,” Ryan said. “I need more exercise.

“There’s the pool,” Guiovani said. “You swim very well – and dive too. I saw you down there.”

“Did you?” Ryan asked, turning a radiant smile on the Italian gentleman. “I like competition, though. At school we were always into sports. I love tennis. But Dad doesn’t play tennis, and there’s no one else here . . .”

Everything suddenly seemed so clear to Guiovani – the way to his heart’s desire. “Tennis? My son, Guido, plays tennis quite well. And he’s your age. He’s coming home, to Milan, this weekend. Would you like to play with him?”

“Wow, that would be great,” Ryan said, his voice full of enthusiasm. “Could I, Dad?”

“I just said you were now old enough to do as you like, son,” Reynolds said, with a laugh. “But I have other business to do in Rome this weekend. We have hotel reservations – “

“If you like, I could take Ryan back to my villa in Carro Maggione, outside Milan for the weekend. We have a tennis court. He and Guido could play, and then I could drive him to your hotel in Rome. And we could, of course, discuss business possibilities further then – when I’ve had time to speak with my staff on possibilities.” Guiovani was having difficulty toning down the excitement in his voice for the idea.

“Could I, Dad?” Ryan asked, his voice full of enthusiasm. Guiovani nearly laughed with pleasure – a sensual pleasure – at the little puppy dog aspect to Ryan’s enthusiasm. Just like a little puppy dog wagging his tail. A vision of Ryan’s well-rounded buttocks in his Speedo as he moved on the deck of the pool below earlier sent one of his hands to his basket under the table.

“I don’t know . . . it would be such an imposition on Signore Lucano,” Reynolds said, his brow knitted and showing concern of having pushed the man he wanted to make a million-dollar deal with beyond the edge of hospitality.

“No imposition at all,” Guiovani interjected quickly. “Guido would also be bored this weekend without someone his own age to be with. And he loves tennis. It wouldn’t be an imposition at all; I would see it as a valuable incentive. And there are the business discussions to be had at the end of the weekend.” He turned his eyes on Nicholas Reynolds, wondering if he’d put enough emphasis on the word “incentive” for the dullard American to catch on to what he was offering. But apparently he had. Reynolds was giving him a whole different look now.

* * * *

Guiovani walked around the perimeter of his king-sized bed, looking at camera angles. He had four video cameras on tripods pointed at the bed. Satisfied, he reached up and gave Ryan a little push, sending his suspended body swaying in the air above the bed. Ryan emitted a little whimpering sound through the black, plastic ball gag in his mouth, and Guiovani laughed a little appreciative laugh.

Both were naked. Guiovani’s nakedness revealed a body that was very well kept for a man of fifty – trim and well muscled. In contrast to the slimness of his body, he was equipped like a horse, and his balls, popped out by the leather strip wrapped tightly at the base of his engorged cock, were big as tennis balls.

Ryan’s nakedness was a trussed one. He was facing down toward the bed, suspended on a rope hanging directly down from a hook in the ceiling above the center of the bed. The rope was connected by roping around the young man’s chest at one point and ropes leading to his ankles at other points. Ryan’s legs were bent back so that his heels nearly touched his buttocks. His legs were spread by other ropes attached at one end to hooks in the ceiling above and below the bed frame and then to his ankles.

Ryan was built like a young man, but his ping-pong-ball-sized balls were popped out, like Guiovani’s were, not only by a strap around the base of his cock but also by leads from this with lead weights on the end that dropped toward but did not quite reach the surface of the bed.

Earlier, he had not been able to see where tennis courts fit into the back garden of the Lucano villa when they drove up to it in Guiovani’s Maserati. A pool surrounded by privacy-providing funeral cypress trees seemed to take up all of the space within the stucco-walled fence around the house. The villa was located at the top of a hill, and the countryside, with no near buildings in sight, undulated around it in folded ridges of pastureland

“We have a community tennis court,” Guiovani had said. “But, until Guido arrives, you can swim in the pool.”

Ryan had thought that Guiovani implied when they were driving there that his son would already have arrived at the villa.

Ryan was swimming laps in the pool when he looked up and almost swallowed water in a gasp at seeing Guiovani standing, naked, several lengths of nylon rope dangling from his hand, his majestic cock hard and curving up toward his flat belly, by the pool. He was smiling blandly and watching Ryan swim.

Guiovani dove neatly into the pool and stroked hard, reaching a retreating Ryan as he touched the lip of the pool at the shallow end, where he trapped Ryan’s diminutive body up against the wall of the pool. As he held a writhing Ryan against the poolside with the weight of his torso, he got ropes tied around the young man’s ankles and to rings on either side of where they were standing, which stretched Ryan’s legs out wide to either side. Then he reached over and tied Ryan’s wrists together above his head.

Ryan was crying out and otherwise objecting, but he quieted down when Guiovani laughed and pointed out that there was no one within a mile to hear them. Ryan had wondered why he’d encountered no servants in the house, but now he knew why.

“I’m sorry I can’t provide any proper seduction,” Guiovani whispered in Ryan’s ear when he had him trussed up, his heaving belly on the warmth of the terrazzo surface of the decking surrounding the pool, “but you are just too luscious. I can’t wait longer.”

After that he had only waited long enough to roll Ryan’s slim hips up and tongued his hole to open him up, and then he was hunched over Ryan’s back and fucking him deep as Ryan whimpered and sobbed.

“It’s done now,” he murmured in Ryan’s ear afterward, as his chest pressed into Ryan’s back. “It can’t be undone. Think of the important deal your father needs to negotiate with me and think about where the money comes from to keep you and send you to that private school. I want you again already. But not here. Inside. You aren’t going to fight me, are you? There’s no going back.”

“Guido isn’t coming this weekend, is he?” Ryan asked through his sobs.

“There is no Guido,” Guiovani said, and then he laughed. Ryan wasn’t turning his invitation to go inside down.

Guiovani used a remote to set the four video cameras to whirring and then he climbed up on the bed under Ryan’s trussed body. He took hold of the leads to the weights from Ryan’s balls and swung Ryan’s body back and forth gently. He was rewarded with moans from Ryan’s gagged mouth. Guiovani’s mouth went to the young man’s perfect little cock. He was pleased that he was making it engorge and that he could still hear the moans.

When he could hold off no longer, he rose up from under the swinging body and positioned himself between Ryan’s spread thighs. He thrilled at the sight of Ryan’s bent legs – both of them bent. All of Ryan completely at his mercy.

Ryan was swaying back and forth. When the arc of his sway moved back to where Guiovani’s cock head was cradled between Ryan’s butt cheeks, Guiovani grabbed the youth’s hips and held him in place until the cock bulb was positioned at the hole. Then he pulled back hard on Ryan’s body, pulling his channel unto the cock with deep penetration. Ryan sobbed and writhed as he was able, while Guiovani pulled him back and forth, with increasing speed, on his cock, ejaculating with a cry of victory after nearly a half hour of pumping his bound captive.

Leaving Ryan trussed about the bed, Guiovani went to his marble bathroom after he was done and stood under the shower for a long time, devising his next bondage position for the sweet young blond.

When he padded out of the bathroom, toweling off his naked body and having decided to have Ryan next in the basement room, strapped to the wall, Guiovani stopped dead in his tracks and gasped.

Ryan was gone. There was a folded piece of paper on the surface of the bed, and the Italian manufacturer ran over to the bed and read what it said.

I am sure you have had incentive enough, but to be doubly sure, I have taken the film from the video cameras. I also filmed your playtime at the pool earlier today. By the way, Ryan isn’t really eighteen.

Nicholas Reynolds

* * * *

Nicholas Reynolds had been cajoling the meaty chocolate brown giant most of the late afternoon. Their table on the terrace of the Pearmont Walmont Hotel in Gaborone, Botswanna’s, Grand Palm club and casino enclave was already in the shadows of the wall of bougainvillea that marked the back boundaries of the patio. The table was inside a framework of steel tubing, with drapes that could be pulled around it, making it usable as a private cabana.

Kugiso Malema was being a very hard sell. But he had the corner on the market of all Dragobotania growing in the South Africa region. Reynolds was the buyer for the U.S.-based cosmetic firms actively trying to muscle the French out of the skin care products market.

Ryan sat between the two men, being just as demure and as enticing as he possibly could be – which was quite enticing indeed. For the first hour he had been afraid that Nicholas’s research had been off – that maybe this black giant wasn’t into the kinks that Ryan and Nicholas served. But as the table went into the shadows, and Ryan laid a hand on Malema’s thigh, the owner of ClaroBolel enterprises turned a corner in cooperation. He also turned a corner in looking at Ryan while he was talking to Nicholas, something that the two Americans had expected him to do much before this.

“We must think of something that would sweeten the deal and make it worth my while,” Malema said to Nicholas.

Both men heard Ryan gasp, but neither, with effort, turned to look at him. Malema had reached under the table and taken Ryan’s hand from his thigh and placed it on his basket. Ryan had gasped at the size of what he’d found there.

Malema had been paying attention to Ryan all along. He was hard as a rock.

Still talking about the possibility of negotiations, Malema put his beefy hands on Ryan’s shoulder and pushed down. Ryan got the message and slipped under the table.

When he unzipped the African’s trousers and a monster cock with a thick silver ring in the bulb rolled out, Ryan gasped again. The Botswannan’s skin color was a rich creamy chocolate, but his huge cock and his meaty balls were jet black.

Reynolds and Malema continued their bandying deal making as Ryan made muffled slurping and gagging sounds from under the table as he worked the giant’s cock even larger.

“Do we have a deal, then?” Reynolds asked at length.

“Maybe. I fuck him now?”

“Here? Now? On the terrace of a hotel?”

“Pull the drapes around the table,” Malema simply said, used to taking the direct route and finding simple answers to complex problems.

Reynolds stood, pulled the drapes, and started to leave the enclosure.

“No, I want you to stay and watch. I am fucking your son with the biggest dick you’ll find in Botswanna. I want to know how badly you want this deal.”

When Reynolds had sat down again, Malema pulled Ryan up from under the table and set him in his lap, facing Reynolds across the surface of the table. He pulled the Speedo Ryan had been wearing off his legs, and Ryan’s eyes started to water and he was huffing and puffing as Malema set his entrance down on his bulb.

“Take his ankles and spread him farther,” Malema directed.

Reynolds stood and leaned over the table and did what his was told. Malema grabbed Ryan’s waist with his hands and pushed the young man down hard onto his cock.

Ryan groaned and grunted and sobbed all the way to the bottom of his sheathing. Malema’s mouth went to the hollow of Ryan’s neck and his hands went to Ryan’s nipples, and with a low moan and a sigh of satisfaction from Malema, Ryan grabbed the rim of the table with his hands for leverage and began fucking himself on the jet-black monster cock.

“Do we have a deal?” Reynolds asked when Malema had ejaculated.

“Maybe, yes. It requires some thought still.”

“Would it be a definite yes if we went to our room in the hotel? I have a strong four-poster bed in my room. And plenty of rope. I’ve been led to understand – “

“Where is this room?”

After Ryan had been trussed up, Reynolds interjected his body between the lumbering naked form of Malema. He, no less than Ryan, had trouble keeping his eyes off the man’s jet-black cock and low-hanging balls – and, especially, that punishing silver cock ring – but he stood his ground against the man intent on getting to Ryan.

Ryan was suspended in air above the surface of the four-poster bed. He ankles and wrists were bound in fur-lined cuffs that had strong rope leads going up to the top four corners of the bed. Luckily the posts were strong and thick, something Reynolds had methodically checked out before booking this hotel. To relieve the strain on his spread-eagled arms and legs, the small of Ryan’s back was slung in the pad of a black leather plow belt, and the hand holds of that were tied by ropes to the middle of the sides of the top bed frames. A silk scarf gagged Ryan’s mouth. Especially after seeing Malema’s equipment, Reynolds didn’t want to chance that Ryan’s screaming would summon curious hotel staff and guests.

“You have seen what you can have,” Reynolds said to the impatient African giant. “I have the contract papers on this clipboard. Sign and you can have him.”

“I can have him if I want him,” Malema growled.

There was a tense moment, when the two men stood there, glaring at each other. Reynolds was sweating heavily and hoped it didn’t show, because he knew, as well-muscled as he was, he wasn’t a match for this black giant.

Malema broke first, though, and his mouth went to a smile. “One last twist to the deal, perhaps. I can supply you twice the amount of Dragobotania as the contract specifies – and at the same price. But I want this now, and tomorrow I want him delivered to my house – not the house you know of. Another house. My special playhouse.”

There was a pregnant pause as Reynolds considered. “For how long.”

“This is Africa. I like gifts. He would be your gift to me.”

“You wouldn’t hurt him, would you?”

Malema smiled a cruel smile and let that sink in. “I’m going to hurt him now. Tomorrow . . .” He just let that trail off.

Ryan was struggling within his bounds. It was clear that he heard what they were negotiating.

“Twice the Dragobotania? Same price per kilo?” Reynolds asked.

“Yes.”

Another brief moment, punctuated by the muffled objections of Ryan. Reynolds applied the point of the pen to all copies of the contract. “Initial where I’ve changed the amounts and sign at the bottom, all copies. Write out the address you want him delivered to on this notepad. I’ll have him there no earlier than 2:00 p.m.

Reynolds watched as Malema signed all of the copies as demanded; then he stood aside and reviewed the documents for proper signature, while Malema climbed up on the bed. Kneeling on his knees between Ryan’s thighs put him at the right height, but he had to cup the young man’s buttocks and roll them up to get the desired angle.

Reynolds was at the door to the corridor before he turned and took a look at the tableau on the bed. Malema had already been inside Ryan’s channel, so the second time wasn’t the chore that the first one was. Still, Ryan was twisting and turning his body as he was able, giving Reynolds a wild-eyed stare, and emitting muffled screams. Malema had bottomed inside Ryan’s sheath before Reynolds got into the corridor. He hurried to the next door down the corridor and slipped into their second room. He arrived and clicked the remotes to the cameras trained on the bed in the other room just in time to catch Malema beginning to pump Ryan hard and deep.

When Reynolds was sure Malema was gone, he clicked the cameras off and slipped back into the hotel room with the four-poster bed. Ryan just sort of sagged down on the bed in an exhausted heap, as Reynolds released his bonds. Ryan himself untied the scarf gag with weary hands.

“That’s that,” Reynolds whispered. “I think you took that well. It certainly filmed well.”

“Did you see that big, black cock, Daddy? Have you ever seen anything like that?”

“Liked that, did you?”

“Yeah, I liked it. I fuckin’ loved it. But it made me want you.” Ryan slithered to the floor at the foot of the bed and clung to Reynold’s leg. “Do me, Daddy. Please.”

“Let me get the film out of the camera first. And we’d better clear out to the other room. He might come back. For a minute I thought we might have a problem. He still might have another thought and come back with goons.”

“Fuck me, Daddy, please,” Ryan wheedled. His fingers were on Nicholas’s zipper. The older man laughed and brushed Ryan’s hand away.”

“God, you’re a slut. I’d worry about you being taken by these guys if it hadn’t been all your idea. I swear you can’t get enough cock. I’ll do you, you can bet on that. It was hot watching the black monster at work. But it’s unsafe here. We’ll pull everything into the other room. That’s registered to another name. If that hard-dealing bastard comes back here, he won’t have the slightest idea where we’ve gone.”

“Tomorrow . . . you wouldn’t . . .” Ryan sounded a bit scared now.

“Nah. We have plane tickets for the morning. He won’t start looking for us until mid-afternoon. By then he’ll have my e-mail with a sample video attachment and me letting him know I know his wife’s family owns most of the business. He’ll keep to the deal.”

“On the floor like a dog,” Reynolds commanded when they got everything moved to the adjoining room.

Ryan complied, murmuring his pleasure while Nicholas used joined cuffs on his wrists and ankles. Then he secured Ryan’s thighs close together also with restraints high up under his buttocks.

Ryan panted and moaned as Nicholas, naked now, knelt behind him, He separated Ryan’s buttocks with his hands and started to work his entrance with his tongue. Ryan’s channel was still slack from the reaming Malema had given him.

Nicholas crouched over Ryan’s back close and fucked him like a dog for a few moments, both of them enjoying the tightness of Ryan’s channel thanks to the strappings holding his legs close together. Ryan turned his mouth to Nicholas’s and they kissed deeply.

After a few minutes, when his cock was fully sheathed, Nicholas reached for the plow belt that he’d used to give Ryan’s belly support when he was trussed in the bed next door and he whipped that around Ryan’s belly and grabbed the handles of the plow belt, stood, and flipped Ryan’s body off the ground so that his full weight was on the plow belt holding his belly up, and the sway of the fuck was being controlled fully by the movement of Nicholas’s cock in Ryan’s tightly constricted channel.

Ryan murmured “Oh, Daddy, oh, Daddy,” to their shared ejaculation.

Later, when they were on the bed, legs and arms entwined and mewing to each other in postcoital reverie from multiple fuckings in various inventive bondage positions, Nicholas gave a little laugh.

“What?” Ryan asked, turning his smiling face to Nicholas’s for yet another sweet kiss.

“The gullibility of those guys,” Nicholas said. “You and I don’t look a bit alike. Yet, they have all believed that I really was your father.”

“And that I was underage,” Ryan whispered. “You tell them that I’m not eighteen, and right off they assume I’m underage and that they’re in extra trouble. When I’m almost twenty.”

“But I’ll always be your daddy,” Nicholas said.

“And I’ll always be your little boy,” Ryan answered. Then he reached over and picked up a pile of restraints. “Again, Daddy. Do me again.”

“You are such a fuckin’ slut,” Nicholas said, as he reached for the restraints.

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When Seth had finished eating, he went up to his room and tried to focus on doing his homework. But his mind was just not in it, and for some reason, he felt himself being drawn to the river. He just felt the urge to drive out to the waterfront. He snuck out of his room and went downstairs. Seeing that the plate of food was empty, the tv. was off and his dad was asleep again, Seth crept out the door and into his car. He put the top back up, noting that it had gotten colder, and grabbed his favourite Bench sweater from the backseat. Throwing it on, he got in the driver’s seat and started up the engine, feeling content for the first time since coming home, the hum of the engine reminding him of the presence of his mother in his life. He put on his iPod through the car’s stereo system, and turned on his favourite All-American Rejects song. He liked the beat and the lyrics were so reminiscent of his own life. He pulled out of the driveway and made his way downtown.

Finally arriving at the mall, he parked by the Galaxy Cinemas at the mall parking lot, turned off the car and the music, and got out of the car, locking it. He walked away from the mall, towards the boardwalk and the river. Looking across the water, he could see the buildings of the city with the same name, but a completely different country. He noted that there were more US flags flying from two or three buildings on the other side of the river, than there are Canadian flags on his side altogether. “Ha, that’s patriotism for you…” He laughed to himself.

Seth started walking along the boardwalk towards the marina. He didn’t know why exactly, but something there was pulling him towards it. As he got closer, he noticed that there was only one car in the lot, a metallic blue Jeep that he recognized from school, but he couldn’t think of whose it was. As he kept walking towards the marina, he saw a figure at the end of the boardwalk, their silhouette making a strange shape with the railing at the edge of the walkway. In a flash, Seth knew exactly what was happening, the person, whoever it was, was standing on the far side of the railing. The side directly above the cold water of the fast moving St. Mary’s.

Seth had no idea how he had been drawn there, but he knew exactly why. This person was about to commit suicide! There was no way that Seth could let this happen, whether or not he actually knew the person, or if he even liked whoever it was, Seth had endured too much death in his lifetime to allow another person to end one more. He ran quickly to the end of the boardwalk, until he was within a few feet of whoever it was; it was still too dark out for him to see, all he could tell was that it was a guy.

“Please don’t do this…it’s not the right answer. Whatever problems you have, we can sort them out…please don’t let go!” Seth pleaded, hoping that the person would heed his warning. Then he heard a response, in a strangely familiar voice. “You don’t know me! You don’t have any idea what I’m going through. Just leave me alone, to do this one last thing in peace!” Suddenly it came to him. “Corey, please don’t jump, you mean too much to too many people. What about your parents? What about Lauren? Not to mention everyone in the world who enjoys your show…including me!”

Corey was shocked to realize that it was Seth once again. He didn’t understand why this guy just wouldn’t leave him alone. But as he thought about what Seth had said, he realized he was right. He couldn’t just leave his parents, or Lauren…not like this. Not because of Kyle. Corey deserved better than someone like that, and he deserved a better farewell than letting Kyle get the best of him. He slowly drew back from the edge, and made his way back over the railing.

Corey was lifting his right leg over the wooden railing when he heard a horrifying sound. The snapping of wooden planks beneath his feet! With a look of sheer horror on his face, Corey began falling into the rushing water below. He just managed to grab hold of the railing with one hand before he was all the way in, but he knew he couldn’t hold on for long. The water was much colder than he would have expected, and it was sapping every last bit of energy from his body. He knew he was going to die, and he realized this really wasn’t how he wanted to go.

Seth reacted almost instantly and used his football training to tackle the railing next to him, and brake off a shaft of wood about a meter long. He held the pole with both hands, and slowly lowered it to within reach of Corey, whose face was slowly turning blue. “Hold on Corey! I’m not going to let you go like this!” He yelled, hoping Corey was still conscious enough to hear and understand.

Corey was almost at the point of losing consciousness when the pole was finally within his grasp. With a big lunge, he reached out, but he missed the pole. He was able to hold on to the railing again, but there was not way he was going to be able to try again; he just didn’t have the strength. He had never been a good swimmer, and the thought of drowning terrified him.

 

Seth realized that the pole wasn’t going to work, so he remembered his NLS training, and began tearing off his clothes. With just his boxers left, he jumped to the edge of the railing. There was no way even he could beat the current with an undertow as strong as this one, he only had one chance to grab Corey. Taking a deep breath, Seth wrapped his legs around one of the remaining wooden posts of the railing, and let his torso drop down into the icy water. Immediately, he started losing strength. Fighting to stay afloat in the current, he reached out and grabbed Corey’s hand, just as he was letting go. With a great effort, he was able to grab Corey’s other hand as well, and started to pull. He heard creaking from behind him, and he realized that this part of the banister was also going to break. He had to move quickly if he was going to save Corey, and also himself.

Using all the strength he could muster, he pulled himself back up to the boardwalk, still holding on to both of Corey’s hands. Corey was now unconscious. With one last great pull, he was able to heave them both back onto the walkway. Fighting against the cold setting in, Seth tried to remember his mouth-to-mouth training. Knowing that help would take too long to get there, he was the only chance that Corey had.

Seth placed his mouth against Corey’s, and was shocked by how cold they were. Scared as hell, he began filling Corey’s lungs with air, and listening to see if it had worked. He heard nothing, and Corey still wasn’t breathing on his own. So Seth tried again, breathing his own air into Corey’s lungs. Again and again he did this, praying that he wasn’t too late. Just when he was about to give up hope, Corey coughed, and spluttered, and a mouthful of water was spat out. Seth was so relieved, and he picked Corey up and pulled the other boy to him, trying to warm them both up. Corey was delirious, but alive, and the warmth of the other boy’s body was helping. Corey knew that there was still a good chance that Corey would get hypothermia, and knowing he wasn’t far from the hospital, he scooped Corey up into his arms, grabbed his clothes, and ran for his car. He tossed his clothes in the backseat, and laid Corey down on top of them, trying to make a sort of bed. He jumped into the driver’s seat, and without putting on his seatbelt, he took off, like a bat out of hell.

They made it to the hospital in record time, and he again grabbed Corey out of the backseat. He saw that he was shivering fiercely and made a mad dash into the emergency room. The nurse at the front desk took one look at the boys, one of whom was clearly still turning blue, and said, “Take him to floor three right now, I’ll have a nurse ready to receive him as soon as you get there! Run!” Not stopping for a millisecond, Seth did exactly as she said, and was relieved to see not only a nurse ready for them, but also a doctor, and a bed. He laid Corey down on the bed, and as he was wheeled away by the doctor, his heart slowed down for the first time since he’d seen a mysterious figure at the end of the boardwalk.

After pulling on his clothes once again, and parking his car in the visitor’s lot, Seth made his way back into the hospital. He went back up to the third floor, and sat in the waiting room. After about 20 minutes, Corey’s parents arrived, wrought with panic and worry. He barely had time to point them in the direction of his room before they were off again, without so much as a whisper. Seth couldn’t help but worry about Corey, after all, he admired him so much, and despite their earlier argument, he felt that they had so much in common, he almost felt as though he needed the other boy. The time in the waiting room seemed to snail by, and every time a doctor or a nurse would walk by, he would look up hoping to hear good news. But each one would just continue walking down the hallway, and Seth would continue to wait.

It was almost three o’clock in the morning by the time someone came to get him. A very pretty nurse, in her mid twenties came to get Seth, smiling at him. “Thanks to your efforts young man, Mr. Silver is going to be just fine, although he is quite shaken up, as anyone would. His parents would like to speak with you, and Corey himself specifically asked that you to come see him.” She smiled at him again, and led him to Corey’s room. “I’ll leave you guys alone, but only for ten minutes. He is recovering from quite a traumatizing experience, and he needs his sleep, ok?” Seth agreed and walked into the room, a little awkwardly…he wasn’t sure how to feel.

Seth was looking at his feet and didn’t look up until he got to the bed. Slowly he raised his eyes to see Corey’s face, a more-or-less normal colour, but very shaken up. Corey smiled at Seth, and for some unknown reason, this one smile made his heart jump. “You saved my life,” Corey said simply, “…you saved my life after everything that I said. I guess that means that I don’t know what I’m talking about. If you had been who I thought you were, you wouldn’t have done even half the things you did for me.” The smile that had been on his face disappeared slowly. “I owe you an explanation, but I’m just not ready to give one yet. I just need some time to think things over. I want you to know though, that I’m so grateful for you being there for me, and I’m sorry for everything I said…” A single tear escaped his eye, and somehow, in his soul, Seth knew exactly what Corey had been through. It was something like what he himself had been through this past summer. He didn’t need to say anything; he just reached out and grasped the other boy’s hand in his. They smiled softly at each other, knowing that they had both misjudged the other, and Corey gradually fell asleep, still holding Seth’s hand. When the nurse did come back, she was with Corey’s parents who thanked Seth for doing what he did for their son. He felt a little awkward around them, but said that he would return to visit soon. The nurse felt awful for asking Seth to leave; there was never a good time to bring bad news, but the sooner the better, and it was important that Seth not be there to hear…

When Seth had finished eating, he went up to his room and tried to focus on doing his homework. But his mind was just not in it, and for some reason, he felt himself being drawn to the river. He just felt the urge to drive out to the waterfront. He snuck out of his room and went downstairs. Seeing that the plate of food was empty, the tv. was off and his dad was asleep again, Seth crept out the door and into his car. He put the top back up, noting that it had gotten colder, and grabbed his favourite Bench sweater from the backseat. Throwing it on, he got in the driver’s seat and started up the engine, feeling content for the first time since coming home, the hum of the engine reminding him of the presence of his mother in his life. He put on his iPod through the car’s stereo system, and turned on his favourite All-American Rejects song. He liked the beat and the lyrics were so reminiscent of his own life. He pulled out of the driveway and made his way downtown.

Finally arriving at the mall, he parked by the Galaxy Cinemas at the mall parking lot, turned off the car and the music, and got out of the car, locking it. He walked away from the mall, towards the boardwalk and the river. Looking across the water, he could see the buildings of the city with the same name, but a completely different country. He noted that there were more US flags flying from two or three buildings on the other side of the river, than there are Canadian flags on his side altogether. “Ha, that’s patriotism for you…” He laughed to himself.

Seth started walking along the boardwalk towards the marina. He didn’t know why exactly, but something there was pulling him towards it. As he got closer, he noticed that there was only one car in the lot, a metallic blue Jeep that he recognized from school, but he couldn’t think of whose it was. As he kept walking towards the marina, he saw a figure at the end of the boardwalk, their silhouette making a strange shape with the railing at the edge of the walkway. In a flash, Seth knew exactly what was happening, the person, whoever it was, was standing on the far side of the railing. The side directly above the cold water of the fast moving St. Mary’s.

Seth had no idea how he had been drawn there, but he knew exactly why. This person was about to commit suicide! There was no way that Seth could let this happen, whether or not he actually knew the person, or if he even liked whoever it was, Seth had endured too much death in his lifetime to allow another person to end one more. He ran quickly to the end of the boardwalk, until he was within a few feet of whoever it was; it was still too dark out for him to see, all he could tell was that it was a guy.

“Please don’t do this…it’s not the right answer. Whatever problems you have, we can sort them out…please don’t let go!” Seth pleaded, hoping that the person would heed his warning. Then he heard a response, in a strangely familiar voice. “You don’t know me! You don’t have any idea what I’m going through. Just leave me alone, to do this one last thing in peace!” Suddenly it came to him. “Corey, please don’t jump, you mean too much to too many people. What about your parents? What about Lauren? Not to mention everyone in the world who enjoys your show…including me!”

Corey was shocked to realize that it was Seth once again. He didn’t understand why this guy just wouldn’t leave him alone. But as he thought about what Seth had said, he realized he was right. He couldn’t just leave his parents, or Lauren…not like this. Not because of Kyle. Corey deserved better than someone like that, and he deserved a better farewell than letting Kyle get the best of him. He slowly drew back from the edge, and made his way back over the railing.

Corey was lifting his right leg over the wooden railing when he heard a horrifying sound. The snapping of wooden planks beneath his feet! With a look of sheer horror on his face, Corey began falling into the rushing water below. He just managed to grab hold of the railing with one hand before he was all the way in, but he knew he couldn’t hold on for long. The water was much colder than he would have expected, and it was sapping every last bit of energy from his body. He knew he was going to die, and he realized this really wasn’t how he wanted to go.

Seth reacted almost instantly and used his football training to tackle the railing next to him, and brake off a shaft of wood about a meter long. He held the pole with both hands, and slowly lowered it to within reach of Corey, whose face was slowly turning blue. “Hold on Corey! I’m not going to let you go like this!” He yelled, hoping Corey was still conscious enough to hear and understand.

Corey was almost at the point of losing consciousness when the pole was finally within his grasp. With a big lunge, he reached out, but he missed the pole. He was able to hold on to the railing again, but there was not way he was going to be able to try again; he just didn’t have the strength. He had never been a good swimmer, and the thought of drowning terrified him.

Seth realized that the pole wasn’t going to work, so he remembered his NLS training, and began tearing off his clothes. With just his boxers left, he jumped to the edge of the railing. There was no way even he could beat the current with an undertow as strong as this one, he only had one chance to grab Corey. Taking a deep breath, Seth wrapped his legs around one of the remaining wooden posts of the railing, and let his torso drop down into the icy water. Immediately, he started losing strength. Fighting to stay afloat in the current, he reached out and grabbed Corey’s hand, just as he was letting go. With a great effort, he was able to grab Corey’s other hand as well, and started to pull. He heard creaking from behind him, and he realized that this part of the banister was also going to break. He had to move quickly if he was going to save Corey, and also himself.

Using all the strength he could muster, he pulled himself back up to the boardwalk, still holding on to both of Corey’s hands. Corey was now unconscious. With one last great pull, he was able to heave them both back onto the walkway. Fighting against the cold setting in, Seth tried to remember his mouth-to-mouth training. Knowing that help would take too long to get there, he was the only chance that Corey had.

Seth placed his mouth against Corey’s, and was shocked by how cold they were. Scared as hell, he began filling Corey’s lungs with air, and listening to see if it had worked. He heard nothing, and Corey still wasn’t breathing on his own. So Seth tried again, breathing his own air into Corey’s lungs. Again and again he did this, praying that he wasn’t too late. Just when he was about to give up hope, Corey coughed, and spluttered, and a mouthful of water was spat out. Seth was so relieved, and he picked Corey up and pulled the other boy to him, trying to warm them both up. Corey was delirious, but alive, and the warmth of the other boy’s body was helping. Corey knew that there was still a good chance that Corey would get hypothermia, and knowing he wasn’t far from the hospital, he scooped Corey up into his arms, grabbed his clothes, and ran for his car. He tossed his clothes in the backseat, and laid Corey down on top of them, trying to make a sort of bed. He jumped into the driver’s seat, and without putting on his seatbelt, he took off, like a bat out of hell.

They made it to the hospital in record time, and he again grabbed Corey out of the backseat. He saw that he was shivering fiercely and made a mad dash into the emergency room. The nurse at the front desk took one look at the boys, one of whom was clearly still turning blue, and said, “Take him to floor three right now, I’ll have a nurse ready to receive him as soon as you get there! Run!” Not stopping for a millisecond, Seth did exactly as she said, and was relieved to see not only a nurse ready for them, but also a doctor, and a bed. He laid Corey down on the bed, and as he was wheeled away by the doctor, his heart slowed down for the first time since he’d seen a mysterious figure at the end of the boardwalk.

After pulling on his clothes once again, and parking his car in the visitor’s lot, Seth made his way back into the hospital. He went back up to the third floor, and sat in the waiting room. After about 20 minutes, Corey’s parents arrived, wrought with panic and worry. He barely had time to point them in the direction of his room before they were off again, without so much as a whisper. Seth couldn’t help but worry about Corey, after all, he admired him so much, and despite their earlier argument, he felt that they had so much in common, he almost felt as though he needed the other boy. The time in the waiting room seemed to snail by, and every time a doctor or a nurse would walk by, he would look up hoping to hear good news. But each one would just continue walking down the hallway, and Seth would continue to wait.

It was almost three o’clock in the morning by the time someone came to get him. A very pretty nurse, in her mid twenties came to get Seth, smiling at him. “Thanks to your efforts young man, Mr. Silver is going to be just fine, although he is quite shaken up, as anyone would. His parents would like to speak with you, and Corey himself specifically asked that you to come see him.” She smiled at him again, and led him to Corey’s room. “I’ll leave you guys alone, but only for ten minutes. He is recovering from quite a traumatizing experience, and he needs his sleep, ok?” Seth agreed and walked into the room, a little awkwardly…he wasn’t sure how to feel.

Seth was looking at his feet and didn’t look up until he got to the bed. Slowly he raised his eyes to see Corey’s face, a more-or-less normal colour, but very shaken up. Corey smiled at Seth, and for some unknown reason, this one smile made his heart jump. “You saved my life,” Corey said simply, “…you saved my life after everything that I said. I guess that means that I don’t know what I’m talking about. If you had been who I thought you were, you wouldn’t have done even half the things you did for me.” The smile that had been on his face disappeared slowly. “I owe you an explanation, but I’m just not ready to give one yet. I just need some time to think things over. I want you to know though, that I’m so grateful for you being there for me, and I’m sorry for everything I said…” A single tear escaped his eye, and somehow, in his soul, Seth knew exactly what Corey had been through. It was something like what he himself had been through this past summer. He didn’t need to say anything; he just reached out and grasped the other boy’s hand in his. They smiled softly at each other, knowing that they had both misjudged the other, and Corey gradually fell asleep, still holding Seth’s hand. When the nurse did come back, she was with Corey’s parents who thanked Seth for doing what he did for their son. He felt a little awkward around them, but said that he would return to visit soon. The nurse felt awful for asking Seth to leave; there was never a good time to bring bad news, but the sooner the better, and it was important that Seth not be there to hear…

They both felt good with the sun warming their naked bodies, it was making them feel drowsy. Steve got up and went inside to return with a bottle of suntan lotion, “Stand up Keith we had better both use this before we burn”.

Steve pored some onto his hands and Keith, then he started to rub Keith’s shoulders, then downwards and through the dense mat of dark hair that covered his chest, going lower over his belly to the dense bush of pubic hair and gently holding his soft cock, “Better not let that burn” he said smiling.

Keith laughed “Very nice, my turn now” picking the bottle up and pouring some onto his hands and Steve. He started on the shoulders, down through the greying chest hair, downwards to grasp Steve’s cock; he felt it start to stir in his hand, he laughed and said “We’re supposed to be relaxing, your cock tells me otherwise” he gently squeezed and felt it grow in his hand.

Steve laughed, broke away and told him, “Yes that’s true, let’s just enjoy the sunshine and peace and quiet”, Keith looked down at Steve’s cock standing at half mast, “You look good, standing with your cock pointing skywards”

Suddenly the phone rang and Steve went to answer it, he soon returned to say “That was Mike, he wondered what I was doing, he had tried to get hold of you, I told him you were here, so he asked if he could come out as he had a free afternoon, I told him he was welcome to join us, hope that’s OK with you”.

“Yes, that’s fine with me, but we had better shower and get some clothes on,

before he gets here” replied Keith, Steve looked at him and said “Why?, he’s seen us naked before, we’ve all fucked with each other”, Keith laughed at that “Yes, it was a bit silly of me”, they sat back down and drank some more wine.

The doorbell rang, Steve went to answer the door, Keith was surprised to be greeted by Steve in the nude. “Come on out, we’re just relaxing with a glass of wine” said Steve as Mike followed him out to find Keith also nude sitting on the terrace.

Mike greeted Keith, and looked at his body, the chest covered with a thick mat of dark hair, the large balls and dick hanging between his splayed legs.

Mike remarked with a smile, “You both look comfortable”.

“Why don’t you join us then?”, replied Steve. “Well, I will take my shirt off”, he replied as he removed his tie and unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off, his broad chest, which had a light covering of hair spread between his nipples.

Keith laughed and remarked “Is that all, feeling shy are we?”, as he stood up and walked over to Mike, he reached out and rubbed the front of Mike’s trousers, “Lets get these off” as he unbuckled Mike’s belt and pulled his trousers and underwear down in one quick movement..

Both Steve and Keith watched as Mike’s large, circumcised cock popped into view, Steve remarked as he played with his stiffening dick, “Mike that is a huge cock compared with ours”, Mike looked embarrassed as he replied “Yours are bigger than average, and uncircumcised, that must make wanking easier and enjoyable”.

Steve walked over to Mike saying “Let’s try it and see” as he took Mike’s dick in his hand; he lined it up with his own dick and slid his foreskin over the head of Mike’s dick and started to wank Mike with his own foreskin.

“Wow that feels fantastic” as Steve continued to slide his foreskin back and forth over his dick, Keith moved behind him and started to rub his hard dick up and down the crack in Mike’s ass. After a few minutes of this Mike told them “Guys this is so horny, I love it, but I really need to be fucked by one of you”.

Steve laughed and told Mike “Follow us then”, as he led them to the pool room, Mike stood in amazement looking at the pool…..and the paintings,

“Steve this is great, and these paintings, I’ve never seen anything like this before”, “They were done by my wife”, Steve replied as he went to get a towel and lube.

When he returned he found Mike and Keith playing with each others dicks,

he laid the towel on a lounger, Mike and Keith broke apart, and Keith told Mike to lay face down, Steve then applied lube to Mike’s asshole, inserting his fingers to loosen him up “So who gets to fuck you then” he asked Mike who replied “Your fingers are in my ass, so I think you should fuck me”.

Both Keith and Steve laughed at this, as Steve lined his dick up and pushed forward, the head went in followed by the whole shaft until Steve’s dick was fully inserted into Mike’s ass.

Mike sighed and said “Steve that feels so good, now fuck me”, Steve started to slowly fuck him, gradually building up speed as his hard dick went in and out of Mike, soon he was fucking as hard as he could.

Keith watched them as he played with his own stiff dick, then he stopped Steve on a downward thrust, Steve was surprised by this, Keith then lubed Steve’s ass and his hard dick, then got between his legs and lined his dick up with Steve’s hole.

He pushed forward and his dick slipped in, pushing forward he buried his 9 ½ inches in Steve’s ass. Both Mike and Steve were groaning, “What is happening” asked Mike, Keith replied “Steve has his dick in you, and I now have mine in him, I’m going to fuck him and he will fuck you”.

Keith started to fuck, and as he did Steve started to fuck Mike, both picking up speed, soon both their dicks were ramming home, they continued this for a while, Steve gasped “I’m close, and you Keith?”, who replied “Almost”.

After a dozen or so more thrusts, Steve started to shoot his cum into Mike, as he did Keith started to fire his cum into him, both men shot their loads deep inside, streams of thick hot cum fired out of their rock hard dicks.

They collapsed into a heap; all three panting, Keith and Steve stood up and then helped Mike up, they hugged each other, when they broke apart Steve dived in the pool, the others followed his lead, after a swim they all got out.

Steve said “Follow me and we will have a Sauna”, the others followed him and they were soon relaxing, Steve and Keith on either side of Mike, soon they were sweating, it ran down their chests and around their pricks.

After a while Keith and Steve started to massage Mike’s chest, his nipples hardened at their touch, Keith’s hands ran down to grasp Mike’s stiff dick, he started to wank him and felt it go harder in his hand as he said “Mike will you fuck me?”, Mike looked at him and smiled “Yes, I would love to Keith”.

They all left the Sauna and returned to the pool area, Keith laid on his back and raised his legs, Mike lubed his cock, then Keith’s ass letting a couple of fingers slip inside, then he pressed the head of his cock at Keith’s asshole.

Mike slipped his cock inside and paused, then pushed forward slowly and started to fuck Keith, his dick going further in with each stroke he made.

At last his balls hit Keith’s ass, his dick was finally all in, all 11 inches of rock hard cock.

Steve had been masturbating his cock as he watched them, he then moved around and pushed his cock at Keith’s lips which opened, Steve pushed his cock in and Keith started to suck and swallow his hard cock down.

Mike started to really fuck Keith now, going faster and faster, his massive dick sliding in and out while Keith kept sucking away at Steve’s cock. Mike was now ramming his dick into Keith; as he thrust one final time and exploded his cum deep inside.

Keith felt Mike explode inside his ass, shooting thick streams of hot cum to fill his ass up; at almost the same time Steve’s cock went rigid in his mouth, shooting its load of hot thick cum down his throat, which he swallowed as fast as he could.

Mike lent forward and kissed Steve, then they both pulled their softening cocks out of Keith, they both looked down at Keith who smiled up at them and said “Thanks Guys, that was great, I am certainly filled up with cum now”, they both laughed at this and helped Keith up.

“Come on, time for a shower” said Steve, the shower was big enough for all

of them, so they got in, they messed around while washing each other, then dried themselves off.

They went back to the terrace; Steve went and fetched another bottle of wine and poured glasses for them all. They sat and relaxed soaking in the hot sun, while they chatted about this and that.

After an hour Mike said he had to leave as he was on call later, Steve and Keith watched him while he dressed, then they walked him to his car. He turned towards them, reached out and took a dick in each hand gently squeezing, then he kissed Steve and Mike, “Thanks for a great afternoon, can I see you next Friday at School as usual?”, “Yes that’s fine” replied Steve while Keith nodded.

After Mike left Steve said they needed to go into town to get supplies, Keith agreed and they both went upstairs, they dressed in shorts and t shirts, then they drove to town where Steve parked near to Marks & Spencer’s.

As they got out Steve said “I have to go to Waterstones to pick a book up I ordered, and then some dry cleaning”, “OK Steve, I will meet you at M & S in 30 minutes then” Keith replied as he thought of some shopping he wanted to do.

They met in the Food Hall and quickly did a shop for salad stuff, bread, pate, strawberries, cream, coffee etc and some wine. They were soon back in the car on the way back to Steve’s. When they got there Keith took his shopping and Steve’s dry cleaning upstairs, while Steve took the food to the kitchen.

Keith went back downstairs to the kitchen; Steve had put the shopping away, loaded the dishwasher and was tidying up. “As we are dressed why don’t we go out to the local pub for an early dinner” asked Steve, “That’s a great idea, Steve”. They went out to the car and were soon driving to the pub which was 5 minutes away in the village.

“I’ve never been here before” remarked Keith looking around as they went inside, the pub had beamed low ceilings and was full of character, then they headed for the bar and ordered 2 Pints, looked at the Menu and ordered some food.

They went to sit outside in the garden at a table under a large tree, they both relaxed and sipped at their pints. Soon the food arrived and they ate while chatting together. Once they had finished they went back to the bar and had another pint, then they left and drove back to the cottage.

They went inside to the kitchen where Steve got out some wine and glasses,

and remarked “Lets go back outside as it’s so warm”, Keith nodded and followed Steve, and soon they were sitting down having a glass of wine.

Steve looked at Keith and chuckled to himself, “What’s so funny Steve?”, asked Keith who replied “It’s the first time we have sat out here with clothes on” he replied, Keith thought and said “You’re right, but we can soon fix that” he said.

Copyright SJC 2011

To be continued………………

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When I started driving, I recall my dad’s repeated warnings about keeping plenty of gas in my car. Well, as I sat on the gravel shoulder of a rather desolate foothill highway after running out of gas, the last thing I wanted to think about was my dad being right, as usual. It didn’t seem that I would have to worry about anybody coming along this road at 1 a.m., so I figured I might as well bunk in my car until daylight. It was early fall but still warm, so I left the windows down and tried to enjoy the faint breeze coming off the foothills.

All alone in the middle of nowhere, and nothing else to do, I figured it was as good a time as any to jack-off. I stretched out across the seat and leaned back against the passenger door, undid my pants and pushed them down to my knees. I could clearly make out my exposed cock and balls in the bright moonlight that shone through the windshield. I then started to pump my dick to hardness while I cupped my balls. Almost as soon as I settled in for a nice hand fuck, headlights rounded the corner.

‘Wouldn’t you know?’ I thought as I stopped beating my meat for a second. The truck passed me by very slowly, enough to make out the shadow of a lone driver behind the wheel. I could swear we made eye contact. It seemed as if it would continue on, then came to a stop. Back-up lights came on, and the truck pulled to the side of the road in front of my car as I scrambled in the front seat to pull my pants back up.

I was a bit uneasy at this turn of events. After all, even though I was about 5’10”, I was a rather skinny runt for my age. I certainly wasn’t what anyone would call “fighting trim”. All the stories from my youth of things that happened to teenagers or unlucky travelers out alone late at night flooded through my mind as the driver’s door of the truck opened. A flashlight came on and the beam was square in my eyes. My heart raced.

“You okay in there?” called a voice.

“Uh… yeah!” I answered back. “Just out of gas.”

The light remained in my eyes as footsteps crunched on the gravel towards me.

“Not the best place to run out of gas, my friend,” said the voice. “Not that any place is a good place to run out of gas. You’re about 10 miles from the nearest gas station, and even if was only 10 feet, there isn’t gonna be one around here open this time of night.” The flashlight was now at my window, and the footsteps had halted. The beam was cast all over me and the interior of my car, then back to my face.

“So I figured.” I snorted nervously as I squinted at the bright light.

“Relax.” The flashlight was turned up to reveal the face of a rather friendly face that looked about 30 or so. “My name’s Kurt. You have no need to be scared of me.”

“Thanks,” I stammered, feeling relieved.

“You even old enough to drive this thing? You look barely a teenager!”

My curse: always looking younger than I was.

“Yes, I’m old enough.” I countered. “Although, maybe I need to be a bit more responsible so I don’t end up in a situation like this, huh?”

The man waved his hand in a fatherly gesture.

“What’s done is done. Come on out and let’s see what we can do about getting you some gas for your car.” I opened the door and slid out of the car, still bathed in the beam from the flashlight. In my haste to pull up my pants when Kurt’s truck came up, my underwear ended up as more of an afterthought… they were rolled up at the top of my thighs and bunched up in my pants. I was immediately self-conscious as the beam worked up and down over me.

“You look harmless enough. Lock up the car and get in the truck, and we’ll see if I got some gas for you.”

I did as he suggested, locking up the car and getting into the passenger side of the truck. As I prepared to get in, the cab’s light gave me a better look at the man known as Kurt; maybe 10 to 15 years my senior, moderate height, stocky, close-cropped brown hair, and with an air of someone in law enforcement or the military. To my amusement, he was dressed in a robe and slippers. He seemed to notice my surprise at his clothing, or more, the lack of it.

“No, I don’t drive everywhere in my robe,” he said with a self-knowing chuckle. “I live only about a hundred yards back. You caught my attention when I heard you slow down and stop. That, and your repeated tries at starting your car again. Not too many other reasons to stop out here, so I figured you needed some help.”

“Well, I appreciate it.”

As I sat down on the seat, I was still a bit uncomfortable from my rolled underwear. Kurt eyed me with a slight smile, but didn’t say anything as I pulled the door shut, turning off the overhead light. He started the truck and headed up the road a bit, driving but a short way and turning onto a gravel side road, and then motoring to the top of a small hill. He stopped the truck and turned it off as he flipped off the headlights. My heart jumped.

“Wh-what are you doing?” I croaked.

“Relax,” Kurt said soothingly. “I’m not going to hurt you. I just noticed that you had a problem, and I’d like to help you out with it.”

I was too scared to speak as the man reached across the seat to me and gently placed his hand on my thigh.

“When I drove by you, I was checking to see what kind of person you were, and whether I should stop to help you. I saw you beating off in the moonlight. Well, at least I saw you with your cock in your hand.”

As embarrassed as I was, I began to relax a bit at his soothing tone, and the warmth of his huge hand caressing my thigh. I was also getting excited.

“And, seeing that you have your panties in a bunch, so to speak, I thought I’d give you the chance to either finish the job,” his hand slid up to my crotch, “or at least get comfortable.”

Two fingers found their way into the zipper I had forgotten to pull up in my rush, and Kurt began to toy with my pubic hair. Despite my earlier fear, I felt comfortable with his gentle touch. And sure enough, his soothing tone and tender strokes had my dick getting hard. In the moonlight streaming through the cab, I could see that Kurt now had his robe open, and he clearly wore nothing beneath it. He was holding his own stiff meat with his left hand. It looked enormous in the pale light.

“Want me to stop?” asked Kurt.

“No,” I gulped.

“Then, please take off your pants for me.”

“Won’t someone see us out here?”

“We’re on the back side of my property. Even the wife doesn’t come out here in the daytime. Now, let’s get off with the pants, please.”

He pulled back his hand as I obediently pushed off my sneakers, then undid and slid off my pants and rolled-up briefs in one move. He reached down to his left and released the seat latch, sliding the bench seat as far back in the cab as it would go. Feeling a little funny in just my t-shirt, I got bold and slipped it off over my head. I leaned back in the seat as Kurt looked me over in the moonlight. He slipped closer to me and reached over with his right hand to stroke my fully erect dick once again, and began kneading my balls with his left.

“Have you done this before?”

“Yeah,” I sighed. “I just don’t get a chance to do it with someone very often.”

Chuckling, Kurt said, “Well, let’s change that.”

Kurt let go of my balls and took my chin in his thick fingers, then bent over as he drew my lips to his. I returned his kiss while I gingerly reached over and took his thick cock in my own left hand. The head wasn’t much bigger than my own, but I couldn’t get my hand completely around the shaft. Still, I started to eagerly pump his massive tool.

With that, Kurt kissed me again, more enthusiastically, his tongue probing into my mouth. He slipped out of his robe completely, grabbing me up in his arms and pushing his much larger body on top of me as he laid me out on the seat, our now-naked bodies becoming intertwined. My hard dick was pressing against Kurt’s stomach while his own huge member was settling between my thighs and resting against my ass. His tongue danced in my mouth as he gently rocked his hips while I wrapped my legs around him to hold his body more firmly to mine, while he slid that phone-pole of his against my butt crack.

Even though I enjoyed the sensation of his dry-fucking me, I was worried that this man would eventually want to try to stuff that monster cock in me. The head might have gotten in, but anything after that seemed impossible. I’d taken some dicks in my ass, and knew for sure that this one would kill me. Kurt must have sensed my tension.

“Don’t worry, my friend,” he said as he started to kiss my chest and lick my nipples, one of my favorite sensations. “Not many can handle it.”

He slid back as he worked his tongue down my belly, brushing past my dick and then suckling on my balls. He guided my hand to my dick, which I took as a signal and started to stroke it to his affirmative murmurs. He cupped both of my butt cheeks in his hands and raised my hips upward, taking my whole ball sack into his very warm mouth. Every once in a while he’d slip his tongue into my anus, sending shivers through me.

I was in heaven, beating off while watching this man in the moonlight, his mouth full of my testicles. The image was too exciting, and I couldn’t help but to start pumping my dick a little faster. I said, “I want to cum. I need to cum.”

Kurt let my balls fall from his lips again and said, “Would you like to cum in my mouth?”

“Yes!”

With that, Kurt’s hot mouth replaced my hand, enveloping my dick as he started to deep-throat me. His large hands were still cupping my ass cheeks, and he was effortlessly pumping my hips up and down into his mouth. He was fucking his own mouth with my cock! I just let my body go. It felt like an eternity of ecstasy, but I’m sure I didn’t last but a few seconds before I felt my guts ball up, and I exploded like a geyser into my friend’s throat, with Kurt hungrily swallowing every drop I could muster. I was like a rag doll as he continued to pull my hips to his face, my cock to the back of his mouth, sucking long after I was spent, softer and softer, until he finally let my drained dick slip from his lips with a soft ‘pop’.

Kurt crawled up over me again, drawing me into his arms and kissing me deeply, the taste of my semen still in his mouth. His throbbing meat was streaming a line of precum like a snail trail along my thigh. Although I felt like a limp washrag, I reached down and started to stroke his monster cock. With a little effort, we changed positions in the front seat, with Kurt laying fully on his back and me between his legs. I wanted so much to see his enormous member up close and make to that huge cock cum.

While it was only around 7″ long, I swear that gorgeous piece of man-meat had the circumference of a can of soup. His balls were a perfect compliment to his tree trunk of a dick. I put both hands around his shaft and started a steady pumping rhythm. I put my mouth over the mushroom head, which was all that was going to fit into my relatively mouth, and sucked his salty precum like nectar. He moaned contentedly as I pumped the shaft up and down while being careful not to hit the sensitive head with my teeth. Kurt reached up and took my face into his hands, encouraging me to gently bob my mouth up and down on the head of his massive cock while I stroked the full length of his pole.

“Keep going. I’m gonna blow your head off when I cum!”

I could feel his shaft tighten in my hands, and the head of that beautiful dick swelled even further. With the way his delicious precum was oozing, I nearly thought he was already cumming.

“Oh, geez…” moaned Kurt. “Oh, fuck…”

Kurt’s thighs tightened about me like a trap, and his hips began to rock. The head of his cock was so engorged that I couldn’t hope to keep it in my mouth.

“Oh… my… GAWWWWD!” growled Kurt as his hips bucked wildly. His huge cock throbbed in my hands like a serpent and the head erupted into my mouth with a torrent that I could not have ever have hoped to be contained. My mouth filled instantly, and even as I tried to swallow some of his thick fluid, he came like a volcano. His moans continued as his hot cum sprayed all over my face and ran down in rivulets over my still pumping hands. I tried to put the head of his cock back in my mouth and catch some of the last spurts. It was like trying to put a gushing water hose in my mouth.

Finally, his orgasm subsided. I couldn’t believe the amount of sperm on my face and my hands, or on Kurt’s dick and stomach. And this didn’t count the near gallon I swear I had swallowed. I lay my head on Kurt’s heaving stomach, smeared with his semen, until we both caught our breaths.

Finally, Kurt stirred. “I guess we’d better get you some gas in your car and send you on your way. My wife’s probably already wondering where I am now as it is.”

Kurt pulled a ragged t-shirt from behind the seat, wiping off what I was unable to swallow, then handed it to me so I could clean up, too. I fumbled for my clothes while he simply wrapped the robe back around him. He started the truck and drove slowly as I put my clothes back on. I exercised a bit more care with my underwear this time, even if my previous haste had proven to be a blessing in disguise.

As Kurt drove, I leaned over and opened his robe, and slipped as much of his softened cock into my mouth as I could, and suckled like a baby at its mother’s breast. He stroked my hair in appreciation until he brought the truck to a stop. I reluctantly withdrew from my sucking and sat up… and found that we were right back at my car! I looked at Kurt, not sure what to think.

“The gas is in the back of my truck,” he said, as he leaned over to kiss me on the mouth once more as he gave my crotch a soft squeeze. “Everything else was just… because.”

I gave Kurt’s dick a soft squeeze with my own hand.

“Is there any chance we could do it again some time?”

“One never knows what fate will bring you,” said Kurt with a wink. “Maybe you can run out of gas here again, say, this time next week?”

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“Ever wrestle before?”

It was an odd question to come out of nowhere from someone I had just barely got to know. I stopped walking and looked down at my skinny frame for a moment, then back to the face of my schoolmate.

“Are you kidding?” I replied, laughing. “Do I look like a wrestler to you?”

Perry, who really wasn’t that much bigger than me physically, chuckled and rolled his eyes.

“Okay, not really. But I thought I’d ask because you and I are kinda the same size, and I’m needing to get some wrestling practice.”

“You’re on the wrestling team?” I asked Perry, maybe a bit too surprised, as I looked him over.

“No, but my brother said I should try out because I’m tall for my weight and I might do okay in that weight class. And I thought that someone skinny like you might be a good way to find out if I might have a chance.”

‘Someone skinny like you’. I don’t know, but I think Perry meant that as a compliment. He and I had known each other for maybe 3 weeks now and we were becoming closer friends. I wasn’t sure how close, but I wanted to get closer. It’s just not easy to blurt out of nowhere to another guy that you’d love to suck his dick without knowing if he will say yes, run away, or punch you in the mouth.

But this was still a little odd. Still, I figured that this would be my opportunity to feel my friend out, so to speak. I admit that the thought of rolling around on the floor with Perry was making my dick stir in anticipation.

“What the hell,” I said. “Why not?”

The next evening I drove to the address Perry had written down for me. It was a duplex that he and his brother rented, only about a mile from the college, so I walked the distance. I didn’t really have any wrestling ‘uniform’, so I was just wearing some running shorts and a t-shirt. In fifteen minutes I had made the trip and was knocking on the door.

Perry answered the door clad only in a pair of boxers. He was lean but toned, with virtually no hair on his torso, save for a faint trail that ran down from his navel and disappeared into his shorts. The sudden sight of him like that excited me so much that I would have happily dropped to my knees and gobbled down his dick right there in the doorway if he asked.

I didn’t realize how much I had been staring at him until he said, “Dude, if you want to see more, you’ll have to come inside.”

See more? I wasn’t sure how to take his remark, but I shrugged it off and stepped in. Once inside, I was greeted by a well-muscled hunk emerging from the kitchen. He was about 6’1″, and about 210 pounds or so. If anyone looked like a wrestler in this place at the moment, it was this guy.

“Chad,” said Perry, “this is my good friend from school I told you about.”

Pleasantly surprised to learn that I had been upgraded to ‘good friend’, I reached out and shook Chad’s meaty hand.

“So, you’re gonna help my little brother see if he’s a wrestler or not, huh?” asked Chad. His tone sounded genuine; not demeaning or dismissive.

“Yeah, I guess,” I said, silently trying to size up Perry with his much bigger brother. “But I gotta tell you I’m not much of a wrestler.”

“No prob,” said Chad with a wave of his hand. “Neither is Perry. Tonight’s just about basic moves. It’s for fun.”

I had to admit that the thought of writhing around nearly naked with another good-looking guy definitely sounded like fun to me. My only real concerns would be just how badly I would wrestle and whether or not I’d get a tell-tale hard-on while in close bodily contact with my friend. Either one would be pretty embarrassing.

I had to also admit that Perry’s older brother was one hot-looking guy in his tank top and tight shorts. Chad had certainly gotten the lion’s share of muscles in the family.

“He’s as big as both of us.”

“Huh?” I said, startled at Perry’s remark.

“I said that Chad is as big as both you and I put together,” repeated Perry.

I hadn’t realized that I was staring, but it was evident Perry had read my thoughts there. I wondered if Perry also read the thought that I’d happily do his brother, too? Fantasies, fantasies…

A couple minutes later we were standing in the small living room. All of the furniture (what little there actually was) had been pushed to the walls. In the center was a 10-foot square inflatable kiddie-pool, resting on a number of what appeared to be furniture moving blankets. The Ring of Death, it wasn’t.

Seeing that I seemed slightly overdressed compared to Perry, I stripped myself of my shoes, and then my shirt, all the while under the watchful eyes of the brothers. Nothing was said, but the silence hinted that maybe I also needed to take off the running shorts.

Perry and I stepped into the ‘ring’ and faced each other, semi-embarrassed grins on our faces. I think we both stole glances at each other’s underwear-shielded bulges as we stood there, which made me wonder if Perry might have somehow read my thoughts at some time before.

“Remember guys,” said Chad, breaking the awkward silence, “you don’t have to fight. You’re not trying to hurt each other. You’re just trying to get used to how you make physical contact and establish control over your opponent.”

Perry and I nodded at Chad.

“Go!” he barked.

At the sudden sound of Chad’s command Perry and I reached out towards each other and immediately went for each other’s arms, each trying to control the weight and angle of the other. My hands slipped off of Perry’s biceps and I quickly fell into a chest-to-chest embrace with him. The feel of our skin coming together was an odd shock for me, which Perry seemed to use to his advantage as his weight against me cased my knees to give and drop me to the slightly padded ground with Perry on top of me.

Now I was on my back with Perry’s body on mine. We were both writhing as I tried to squirm out from beneath Perry. Our legs worked against each other and I could feel his penis press at me through his underwear. The sensation started to excite me and build pressure in my own meat.

Try as he might, Perry couldn’t get both of my shoulders pinned. I thought my best bet to control things might be to use my legs, so I lifted them and wrapped them around Perry’s hips, interlocking my ankles for leverage and trying to wrestle Perry over. I wasn’t having any luck rolling us over, but my move had suddenly opened me to a new sensation of Perry’s member being pushed against the crack of my butt. My leg brace had anchored him to me and I could actually feel his dick getting a little harder each time our moves pushed our bodies tighter together. I briefly wondered if we were wrestling or dry-humping.

“Okay, ladies,” Chad called. “Quit fucking and let go of each other.”

Perry and I started to laugh. But it was an odd, shared laugh, as if something had connected between us.

“Okay,” said Chad, reaching under his seat. “Let’s make this challenging. Off with the panties.”

I looked at Perry and saw what had to be a mirrored reflection of my own shocked expression. But, we did as we were told and stripped down our underwear. Now we were face-to-face, and quite naked. I liked what I saw in Perry’s physique, but I was completely in love with the man-sausage I saw between his legs. I only hoped my dick didn’t spring up too quickly and give away my excitement. I swear if Chad wasn’t there, I’d have been on my knees and sucking on Perry’s tube-steak before he could blink.

“Now,” said Chad, “let’s get down in the referee’s position. Toby, you’re on your hands and knees.”

Okay, I liked that already.

“Perry,” Chad continued, “you’re kneeling on Toby’s left. Wrap your right arm around him and place your palm on his belly button and put your left hand on his elbow.”

Perry did as Chad instructed wrapping his arm around me. His hand brushed my dick, actually grasping it briefly, as he reached towards my stomach which sent a bolt of electricity to me.

“Oops, too low,” he whispered close to me, chuckling.

‘Do that again’, I thought, smiling to myself. I could feel Perry’s prick against my left thigh, a sensation made even more pleasant when Perry scooted in a little tighter and squeezed it between us.

“Now let’s make it interesting,” Chad said.

He leaned over Perry and me and started to squirt baby oil all over us, and not just a small amount! “This will make you work a little… harder. GO!”

Perry pulled on my elbow as he leaned his weight towards me. I tried to resist him and started to gain some anchorage in my stance, but the slippery effect of the baby oil started to take effect and we both started losing grip. Our hands began to glide over each other as we tried to find some sort of purchase to gain an advantage over the other.

Just when Chad’s dose of baby oil started to thin out on our skin, he squeezed the bottle and squirted another stream of the slick stuff on us as we moved. Now I could see where the slick surface of the kiddie-pool came in; to keep the oil from soaking into the carpet. But it also created a surface that began to give up any friction that might allow us to gain traction. It was certainly making the match more of a challenge.

It was also taking the match from an athletic contest to a close-contact experience that was exciting the crap out of me. There is no avoiding the eroticism of Perry’s and my bodies sliding all over each other. And there was no way that I was going to avoid displaying my excitement as my cock quickly filled with blood. But I began to sense that the experience was also having an effect on Perry as well.

I could feel his member slapping me and poking me as we tried to grab each other, and I was confident that mine was doing the same to him. As we tried to grasp at limbs, there was no way to avoid grabbing the stiff sex limbs that had grown on us. Perry even openly grabbed my rock-hard pole to try to use that as another source of anchorage, much to my excitement. I began to return the favor just as openly, taking advantage of the opportunities to grasp Perry’s thin but long member.

More baby oil rained down on us. Now erections were openly slipping between our copiously oiled bodies, and our movements seem more focused on just trying to hold onto each other more than wrestle. Perry and I were writhing into each other, legs wrapping around each other, erect nipples poking into the other’s flesh against as oily chests mashed against each other, rock-hard cocks being ground between us as more baby oil flowed.

Perry and I were now laughing as we seemed to be embracing each other more than out-and-out wrestling. Perry let go of my legs from his and tried to spin around. When I turned my body, Perry tried to garb me in a headlock between his thighs and his greased cock and balls were smeared all over my face. I bent at the waist and tried to do the same to Perry, not really grabbing a hold of his head sufficiently, but he slid between my thighs nonetheless. We both seemed to not mind the odd 69 position, and we both seemed to deliberately rub our faces into each other’s sex as we giggled like schoolgirls.

I took a chance and for a brief moment opened my mouth and let Perry’s dick fall into it, careful not to let my teeth come in contact with the delicate skin. I wrapped my lips around it and was suddenly in heaven. Perry drew his hips back a little bit and I feared that I might have angered him with my bold, sexual move until he actually thrust his hips and face-fucked my mouth for a few brief strokes. I then felt his tongue lick the head of my tool a couple strokes. I was ready to take this thing all the way, but the thought of actually sucking off Perry in front of his older, macho brother made me rethink it.

Perry pulled his sweet rod from my mouth and spun around, the baby oil offering absolutely no means of resistance as his head easily slipped from between my legs. He lurched up and grabbed my body as he straddled my hips, bringing us face-to-face once more. Perry’s erect pole poked against my stomach as my cock slipped between his legs when Perry clamped his thighs together around it.

At that moment wrestling literally turned into fucking as my cock slid back and forth within the slippery crotch of my handsome friend. I thrust my hips upwards, driving my dick in the slick crevice and feeling it reach open air as the head slipped all the way past his thin thighs and the upper side of my tool rubbed at the crack of Perry’s butt. I briefly wondered what that must have looked like to Chad, who still hadn’t said a word when the match turned openly sexual, but right now I didn’t care what he might think.

Perry’s legs let go of my prick before I reached the point of orgasm and with a few more almost-wrestling moves he had me rolled over face down and was on my back, pinning me face down. I tried to push up and maybe throw Perry off of me, but there was no way I could get enough of a purchase with my hands to do so. We were still writhing and grinding, the wrestling forcing Perry’s steel cock deeper between the cheeks of my ass. Before I knew it, the head of Perry’s cock was located my ass hole and seemed to poke and probe my anus until with a single, dedicated thrust, Perry’s rock hard pole slid easily into my receptive rectum.

There is no hint of wrestling now, it was fucking, pure and simple. Perry was taking long, deliberate strokes, working his cock deeper and deeper into my ass with each thrust. I began meeting his pelvic pumping with a rocking motion of my own. Perry then pulled on me and I let my body flow with him until Perry was on his back, and I was sitting on him with his cock forced to the hilt in my aching rectum. Perry’s dick never slipped from my ass in the move that now had me upright and facing away from him and he didn’t miss a single glorious stroke in the move.

It took some effort with the slick vinyl beneath my knees, but I started to bob my body on Perry’s fuck pole, closing my eyes and reveling in the sensation of his member drilling into my intestines. Perry reached around with a hand and began to jack off my meat, the baby oil making the motions smooth and wonderful.

When I opened my mouth to catch a deep breath, I inhaled a musky make scent as flesh touched my lips. I opened my eyes to find Chad, just as naked as Perry and me, holding an incredible man-sized hard-on in his hand. He placed a hand on my head to steady me and quickly fed his massive tool into my open mouth. Chad rocked his pelvis, fucking my welcoming mouth while Perry arched his hips upward and drove his dick as deep as possible into me from below while still masturbating me.

I was now the sexual connecting point between the two brothers, their delicious rods being driven into me from both directions. Every sexual fantasy I had ever conjured in my mind could never compare to the bliss I was now feeling as my body was literally filled with cock.

Suddenly, Chad and Perry began to moan as their fucking motions became erratic. Moans turned into howls as I felt a warmth saturating my intestines, followed immediately by a flood of semen erupting into my mouth while Chad held my head in check. I swallowed as best I could, sucking down the salty fluid just on the verge of choking. At the same moment, Perry’s lubricated strokes of my own throbbing tool finally took me to a sweet, needed climax that made my guts tighten to the point of nearly expelling Perry’s dick from my ass and my cock exploded with streams of cum that didn’t seem to want to subside.

A few moments later we were all sitting in the kiddie-pool wrestling ring, our heads resting against an inflated side, catching our breath while absent-mindedly fondling each others spent members when Perry said, “We gotta do this again.”

“Any time Toby is willing,” sighed Chad.

“That would be any time,” I chimed in, feeling satisfied beyond words.

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Kaylan and Toby moved close to each other. Kaylan developed a crush for toby and he was finding it difficult to stay away from him, and when he was moving all nude except those red shorts and slippers which just excited Kaylan more. As they moved forward, Toby slipped on a leaf and as he was about to fall Kaylan took otice and held him in between his hands just preventing him from falling down. Toby’s body felt so smooth, muscular but still soft in his hands and as Toby stood back kaylan smelled his hairs…. There was this peculiar smell of some wild flowers which was exotic in its own queer way.

Toby: thanx kay. Umm i hope u dont mind my calling u ‘Kay’.

Kaylan: not since we are freinds and saying this he gave Toby a breif hug. His body, the chest felt great. Soon they reached Kaylans home and Toby took his leave promising to meet the nxt morning at breakfast on Kaylans request. Kaylan was beaming with happiness when he entered his home. His grandpa was taking a nap. He soon went upstairs and then into the shower for a hot bath. His thoughts went back to Toby…those beautiful eyes, the smile and then the hug. Soon enough Kaylan had his boner stood rock hard. He knew he must do something to help it. He took some oil on his hands and masseged his cock. He pulled back his foreskin. The head of his massive cock was all purple and oozing precum. He hold it in between his hand and began to stroke it hard. With his other hand he began caressing his nipples, then took his fingers in his mouth and began licking them. All the tym he was thinking of Toby caressing his nipples and sucking his lips. Soon enough he erupted a huge load…… He felt releived…. He got out of the shower went to the kitchen prepared dinner and slept after eating contended with his grandpa. At midnight, while Kaylan was in his sleep, he felt a cold wind over his chest, then going down reaching his navel…. He suddenly awoke to see the blanket on the floor. He thought it might be the wind that took the blanket off.then he went back to his sleep.

At morning, Toby was at his door as promised. Kaylan saw his beautiful face and the sweet smile making him even beautiful. He was mesmerized thinking how can someone be so beautiful. After breakfast they went out for a movie. Kaylan came to know that Toby was an orphan, his parents died a few years back in an accident and nw he stayed alone. He had a small house a little inside the forest and he earned his living working at a grocery store. Since kaylan had nothing else to do and he wanted every second to be with Toby he too joined as a staff at the store. Soon they worked together, went to swimming together mostly dined together and a few tyms Toby even sleptover at Kaylans house. Kaylan was by now in deep love with Toby. One nyt when Toby came for a sleepover Kaylan thought to propose him.he was in doubt if Toby would ever accept him? But he had to find out. He could no longer be away from him. After dinner when they went to Kaylans room , kaylan hugged Toby from backwards. When tobby turned Kaylan went on his knees and said: dear Toby, i m in love with you, its you who is in my mind and heart everytime. Pls be mine.

Toby was shocked. He had no words to say. He lifted Kaylan and said’ i have loved you fron the day i saw u at the beach, and every moment my love has increased for u but u have to undersatnd we cannot be together.’

saying this Toby ran out from his place. Kaylan followed him but soon he lost his sign. The nxt day there was no sign of Toby. Kaylan was really worried. In the evening he set out for Kaylans house. After nearly an hour’s walk kaylan found the house in the woods. It was a big house but there was no wall or fence surrounding it. There were trees all around. It was first tym Kaylan came here. He moved inside and began to search for Toby. Soon he found him sitting on a couch in the centre of a room which was all dark and had no windows except for a ventilator through which sunlight was coming in. Toby was sitting in the sunlight his face resting on his knees hidden from Kaylan. Kaylan went to him and placed his hands on his shoulder. Toby rose his face and kaylan moved back in fear. The face was all beautiful as before but there kaylan saw two big canine teeth or fangs in his mouth. Toby said: this is the reason we cannot be together. I m a vampire. Kaylan stood there frozen…….. To be continued

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