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  • Home On Leave

    When Mike called and asked when I could get another leave, I asked him if he missed sex with me as much as I missed sex with him.

    “Hell yea bro. Having sex with you is like having sex with myself. Besides, there are some things I need to talk to you about.”

    “Can’t we talk on the phone?”

    “Well we could but it would be much better if we talked in person.”

    “I’ve been thinking about taking leave so let me check and see when I get take it and I’ll let you know.”

    “Perfect. I’ll be waiting for your call but don’t let dad know. I love seeing his face when you surprise him.”

    I checked and three weeks later I arrived home early on Friday. When I entered the house, I found Mike totally nude and hard, watching a hot gay porn.

    I immediately stripped and we quickly began a hot sixty-nine. After bringing each other to a roaring climax and swallowing each others hot thick big load, we kissed a few minutes before I asked what was so important.

    We went to the kitchen, preparing coffee before sitting at the table.

    Looking at me, Mike said, “It’s dad. But it’s not his health. He’s fine.”

    “Well, what is it then?”

    “About a week and a half before I called you, I had Josh here ad we were in a hot sixty-nine in my bed when dad got home early and caught us.”

    “Holy shit! What happened?”

    “We didn’t hear him come in. We only realized he was there when we heard him right next to us asking if he could join. We jumped and looked at him and he was totally naked and hard as a rock. Before we could gain our composure, he was down on the bed alternating between my cock and Josh’s, sucking like starving dog.”

    “WHAT?” I said loudly. “You mean dad was sucking your cocks?”

    “Oh yea and when we climaxed he took every drop and swallowed. Later that evening, he came to me ad asked me to fuck him. I did and then had him fuck me. Afterward, we talked and he admitted that he had been into men since before he and Mom married. He said he managed to keep it from her and us. He said he’d meet guys at bars and if they were from out of town, he would go to their room for sex.”

    “Did you tell him about me?”

    “Hell no! In fact, he thinks your totally straight and doesn’t want you to know about him at all. But I have a sneaky plan.”

    I laughed and asked “And just what would that be?”

    “This afternoon, just before he gets home, you go into the bathroom and hide. When he comes in and strips, and I forgot to tell you he and I live nude at home, I’ll get him in bed and start making out. I’ll stop and excuse myself to use the bathroom, but instead of me returning to his bed, you will go instead. Once actual sex begins, I’ll slip in and ask to join.”

    “Mike, dad’s going to shit when he realizes what’s going on.”

    “I know and I can’t wait.”

    Just before Dad arrived, I took my place in the bathroom. Dad came in and I heard him tell Mike he wanted a kiss.

    “You know how much I love you and your brother, don’t you?”

    “Yes, we both do but I just wish Mark was into it and could join us.”

    “That would be nice,” Dad said.

    “Well as soon as you can get out of those clothes, I want you in bed. I’m horny as hell.”

    I eased out of the bathroom and up to the door of dad’s bedroom. I was anxious to see him nude and boned. Seeing him my cock sprang to full rigidity. He and Mike got into bed and began making out,kissing and fondling. After a moment, Mike excused himself and headed for the bathroom, finding me in the hall,my cock hard as stone and leaking. After a moment he hurried to the bathroom and flushed the toilet then rejoined me in the hall, smiling.

    I then returned to dad’s bed and began kissing and fondling him. After a moment dad pulled away and flipped into a sixty-nine. I couldn’t wait to get my mouth on his cock and taste his cum.

    We soon brought each other to a roaring climax and swallowed. Dads cum was delicious and as we kissed passionately, Mike eased up to the bed ad asked, “Which of you wants my load?”

    Dad jumped and looked at Mike then at me. “Fuck, which of you did I just have sex with?”

    “Me,”I said, “and I’ll share Mike’s load with you, if you want to?”

    “Mark, you’re into guys also?”

    “Yes dad, I am,” I said and began sucking Mike’s cock, sharing it with dad. I took Mike’s load and kissed dad sharing the thick sweet load.

    After dad and I swallowed Mike’s load, we talked and I told him about how I started with my drill sergeant. He told me about how he started in high school with his best bud and his buds dad.

    We went to dinner and after returning home, we had a hot three way in dad’s bed not only sucking each other but fucking each other. It was so hot fucking my dad and feeling him deposit his load deep into my hole.

    Dad managed to take the next week off and we three had almost continual sex. When Mike was in class, dad and I had sex. Josh joined us at times.

    About a week and a half later, Brad called saying he would be in the area of the base and wanted to get together. I told him i was at home where we met and he said he would be there the next night.

    “Can you stay over tomorrow night?”

    “Sure. You want to get together?”

    “Oh yea. Definitely. Call me when you are close and I’ll meet you at the truck stop.”

    He agreed and I hung up before he had a chance to ask here we would have sex.

    I met him and had him grab a bag and get in the car. When he did, he asked where we were going.

    You’ll see. I have a big surprise for you.”

    We soon pulled up to the house and started in. “Get ready for your surprise,” I said, knowing how much he loved getting fucked.

    We stepped into the living room and dad and Mike came out of the den, both nude and boned.

    Brad froze for a moment, then looked at me and back to Mike. “Mother Fuck! Identical twins.”

    “Yep,”I replied. “That’s my brother Mike and my dad, Carl.”

    After a round of hand shakes, Dad smiled and said, “Make yourself comfortable like us.”

    Brad looked over at me and saw that I was already half nude. He immediately stripped and within seconds we were all nude. After entering the den, I started things off by kneeling between Brad’s legs and sucking his cock. Dad and Mike moved closer and began kissing Brad.

    After I got Brad off, he sucked me, then Mike and finally dad,swallowing all three loads. After swallowing dad’s, he said, “This is the first time I ever sucked off any guys in front of one of their relatives, much less their father or sucked a guy with his sons watching.”

    “Let us recover, and you’ll be getting the father and both his son’s loads up your hot ass.”

    “Now that I’m looking forward to,” Brad said.

    Before long, dad was fucking Brad’s ass as Brad moaned in pleasure. Mike was next and I took last position.

    After I added my cum to Mike’s and Dad’s, Brad smiled and said,”That was awesome. I’ve never enjoyed getting fucked more than I have today.”

    Later, Brad fucked dad a while, then Mike, and finally deposited his load in my ass. After he pulled out, dad surprised us all.

    Immediately, dad got down and began sucking Brad’s load out of my ass. Once he had it all, he fed a little to all three of us before swallowing the remainder.

    As I prepared to take Brad back to the truck stop so he could get a little sleep, dad gave Brad his number, telling him to call whenever he was in town.

    “After tonight, you can be sure I will. It will be hot to have sex with you two one night then with Mark a few nights later.”

    And that’s what happened.

    All too soon, I had to return to base. However, one weekend every month dad and Mike would fly to town and we would have non-stop sex at my apartment.

    I finished my enlistment and moved back home, getting a job with dad’s company.

    About a month after I started, Mr. Jacobs, the boss asked if I could work late one Wednesday evening to help him with some papers. I agreed, and around seven that evening, he suggested we take a break. We sat in his office, sipping a beer when he said he was going to change to prevent ruining his new suit.

    He excused himself and went into his private bathroom. When he returned, he wore only a white undershirt and boxers. “Feel free to get more comfortable if you want to,” he said.

    He was forty-nine, but only looked to e in his mid-thirties. he was well built,muscular and hairy, as well as damn good looking. My cock began to stiffen and I tried my best to hide it.

    Mr. Jacobs saw it and his began to stiffen, slowly forming a tent in his boxers making my cock even harder. I was standing and he quickly stepped up to me and grabbed my boner saying, “I want that hot too you got. Let’s take a look at it.” He immediately began unbuckling my belt and opening my pants. With one hand on each of my hips, he immediately pulled down my slacks and briefs, releasing my hard cock.

    He quickly dropped to his knees and sucked me to a fantastic climax, hungrily swallowing my load.

    He stood and removed his undershirt and boxers and told me it was all mine if I wanted it. I smiled and eagerly swallowed his long slim cock. Moaning softly, he rested his hands on my shoulders as I sucked his cock dry. After swallowing his load, i stood and he immediately began tongue kissing me. I returned the kiss and after we separated, he said, “Mark, you’re as hot as your dad said you were!”

    “What?”

    “Son, you dad and I have been getting it on since a month after he started. I know all about you and Mike. I want the three of you to meet me at my camp this weekend for uninhibited sex. Your dad said you would all be there.”

    “Count on it,” I said. Then after a thought, I asked, “Did dad know this was going to happen tonight?”

    “Yep. He knew I was going to put the make on you.”

    I had to laugh.

    That weekend was wild with the four of us sucking and fucking whoever we wanted whenever we wanted.

    We often had sex with Mr. Jacobs, with him stopping by our place after work. At work, Mr. Jacobs would call either dad or I to his office after work for sex. Sometimes he’d call both of us to his office together.

    About six months later, Brad talked with dad and asked if he could get him a job locally. Dad talked to Mr. Jacobs, telling him how hot Brad was in bed. Brad immediately was hired as shipping supervisor. I convinced dad to let Brad move in with us. A month later, Brad and I were lovers. We had an open relationship, and I didn’t mind him having sex one-on-one with dad, Mike, or Mr. Jacobs. However, most of the time when he had sex with Mike or Dad, I was involved.

    Several of my fellow Marines have visited and had sex with the four of us and it’s awesome. Our relationship with each other couldn’t be better and we all love each other deeply.

    THE END………..

    (Coming Soon: Royal Sex)


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  • Keep It In the Family

    This is the final chapter of “Keeping It In The Family”. It it with some regret that I close this chapter and story. I have made quite a few new friends from this story. The biggest hero I met is my friend MAX (you know who you are). He will be my technical advisor on my next story. I want to thank Dave and Shawn for being nice enough to jump in when my last editor baled on me at the last minute. They have done a good job making me look good. Thanks guys. Most of all I will miss the many emails about how you felt as these two faced their problems but grew in spite of them. © 2012 “Keeping It In The Family” can not be reproduced or copied without my consent or permission. If you wish to contact you may do so at [email protected]. The next story I will send a notice when I post the first chapter will be called “Through the Kitchen Window I Saw”. Thanks again to all of you.

    Chapter Thirteen

    The boys basked in the warmth of the Jamaican sun. They migrated from the sun to the shade, so they wouldn’t get burnt. They spent their days by the pool and their evenings sitting on the beach enjoying the slight dip in temperature that occurred this time of year in Jamaica.

    “Well Mikey it’s been four years we’ve been coming here, did you ever think we’d come back here after the first time?”

    “To be honest with you Trent I wasn’t so sure, but I wasn’t sure about a lot of things at that point in my life. I was still getting used to being out of what had been my home for almost eighteen years. Your father was trying so hard to be nice to me, which reminds me I want to get him something special while we’re here, a gift for our wedding day, from us to just him, so keep your eyes open for something when we do the market, or do the shop crawl.” Trent laughed at Michael’s description of shopping.

    “You’re too much babe, you think of everything, and I can barely remember my name unless I write it down every day!” Both of them chuckled at his admittance of the numerous lists that Trent kept in order to remember all the things that he was doing.

    “I have to admit Trent I’ve been impressed with you, between the house, school and the wedding coming up and you haven’t missed a beat. I know, I know it’s your lists that keep your sane. I can honestly say that I believe you now babe, I really do.”

    “I might take that as a compliment if you’re not careful.”

    “Oh don’t let it go to your head.” Michael got up from the chair they he had been sitting on at the waterfront. It was one of the reasons Michael liked the Rock Cliffs Hotel. There was a patio that you could sit at and look into the clear waters of Jamaica. The diver instructor had told him that during the day it looked like you could reach into the water and touch the sand, and yet it was actually almost forty-five deep. The hotel had placed some lights under the water and to look at it during the night was breath taking.

    As he got up he ran his fingers along Trent’s forearm and up to his shoulder. Leaning down he bent over and gently kissed the side of Trent’s ear, blowing slightly into it. He stood up and slowly walked up to their room. Knowing the effect it would have on his lover.

    “You’re the devil in a hunk’s body you know that cupcake?”

    “Moi?”

    “Forget the moi crap buddy boy, I know how your mind works and I like where this is going at the moment. Dare I follow you into the lion’s den?” Michael could almost imagine the sparkle in Trent’s eyes as he thought about what he said. Knowing how Trent got when he really sat down and could carry on a conversation about their sex life. Even though four years had passed, another four years of being together and after all they had been through, Michael felt sometimes that Trent hadn’t let that last wall of defense down.

    It bothered Michael to know that there was still something there, but he knew given time Trent would open up. Michael felt that a lot of it had to do with the wedding, and doing the right thing in life as far as Trent was concerned. Once Trent had asked Michael to marry him, Michael had seen a major shift in Trent, but it wasn’t complete. But Michael knew how important getting married was a major stepping stone for Trent. Michael didn’t think he feared it, it was just his high set of morals that Trent seem to hold himself to. Not that Michael minded, indeed he lavished in it, knowing how strongly Trent actually felt. Michael determined that Trent was his father’s son.

    Trent got up from his lounger and picked up his towel following Michael inside. He entered the room with his hunger already beginning to grow. From the entrance way his leaned against the door jam and watched Michael as he peeled off his bathing suit. He watched with hunger and longing, both controlling his emotions at the moment.

    “Mind if I join you, or would you like the peace and quiet of a long hot shower by yourself?”

    “Umm…why don’t you let me get in for five minutes and get this sand washed off and then you can join me if you’d like to…” It was the slight smile that Trent melted over the most when it came to him and Michael. He had a way of cocking his head to one side a little, usually to the left and then turning up just the one corner of his mouth that morphed into a dazzling smile. But then again Trent knew that he might be a little partial on the whole issue.

    “Go on then get in the shower before I can’t wait five minutes from watching you too long while we stood here with you naked. Get moving hot shot!

    “What and ruin the fun watching you with your tongue hanging out, now where would the fun be with me in the shower and you out here, perhaps I need a helping hand to make sure I get all the sand off of me. I can feel sand in places I didn’t know existed.”

    “Oh, I’m sure I could find all the places you have sand buddy boy, trust me on that one. Well now that I think of it perhaps it would be better if you wash off by yourself first, that way I’m not distracted by sand, of all the things to be tempted by.”

    “Michael Wayne, get your ass in the shower before I throw you into it, now hurry up. I’ll be in there in five and you better be clean.”

    “Blah, blah, blah….whatever Trent…whatever the lord high almighty desires is what he might get…” Michael used Trent’s lust to make him want it even more. He looked at Trent and shook his ass towards him. He immediately jumped into the shower with Trent right behind him, grabbing him, the two of them almost falling when they jumped in. Collapsing into each other’s arms they lightly chuckled at each other’s clumsiness.

    “Well that was graceful babe.”

    “Oh shut up and kiss me, I need that more than anything right now. Then I need to ask someone for a real good cleaning of my body and perhaps I could return the favor and do that for the same person, if he might be so inclined.” They hugged each other, each with a handful of liquid soap and they began to kiss and wash the backs of each other, carefully washing in all the crevices that might have sand hidden in. Playfully they teased each other’s anus with soaping fingers, occasionally each inserting a small tip of their finger into each other, heightening their arousal.

    “You feel so good when I can wrap you in my arms and we’re all soapy, you know that handsome?”

    “Turns you on Mikey?” Michael grinned like a Cheshire cat, smiling as if knowing the greatest thing on earth and he was the only one. Trent walked into the stream of water cascading in the shower allowing the soap to wash away as the water continued to rinse them clean of suds.

    Trent leaned down and bathed Michael’s nipple in his mouth and began briskly biting it, eliciting moans from Michael as Trent kept it up. Michael wrapped his hands around Trent’s head and held in next to his nipple, forcing Trent to stay where he was, Michael moved him to the other nipple once his cock started dripping precum. Trent kept on kneading the globes of Michael’s ass, teasing his anus just a little from time to time.

    Trent went to his knees and he kissed Michael on his lower chest and made his way down the light fuzzy hair that Michael had recently begun growing in the past year. Trent thought it looked sexy as hell on Michael and he loved bathing the virgin hair with his tongue. Trent crept further down slowly making his way to the short hair right above Michael’s cock. Michael did keep it short and neat which is something Trent had gotten him to the habit of doing when he was swimming at the school and he had shown Michael how good it felt. After the first time of shaving everything off, he was convinced, but he still liked a little just for show.

    Trent found what he had ultimately sought, Michael’s cock which was pulsing a beautiful clear liquid from his piss slit. Trent scooped his tongue to the end of Michael’s dick and took the clear liquid into his mouth and immediately engulfed his whole cock. Michael’s head flew back and he moaned from the base of his throat. Trent could hear him and it turned him on even more than he already was. His rod almost ached from the stretch of his skin around his dick, it felt almost taut.

    Michael’s knees buckled partly from the enjoyment he was getting from Trent’s mouth. It was the warmth and suction that Trent had him in that was making him weak in the knees. He let go of Trent’s head and grasped at his shoulders to maintaining his ability to keep upright.

    Michael finally gained the strength to spread his legs apart and let Trent gain access to his balls. Trent held them in his one hand and gently rolled them from one side to the other. From moment to moment he would gently pull on Michael’s ball sac and twist causing some pleasurable pain to them. Michael spread his legs further apart and the small amount of soap that was left was enough for him to lubricate his middle finger and he used that as he thrust his finger into Michael’s anus. Trent found his prostate and immediately began to massage it with his finger. Trent could get Michael to produce more and more precum as he continued the massage on his love button.

    Michael felt the urge at that moment to impale his ass down on Trent’s finger and tried shoving the entire finger into his ass. Trent helped by pushing his hand in an upward motion as Michael came back down on it, trying to fuck Trent’s hand.

    “Someone’s very horny tonight, isn’t he?” Michael whimpered his reply with a nod of his head, lost in the sensation that was going on in front of him and the feelings he was getting from Trent’s hand in back of him.

    “Take me out of here and let’s go to bed I can’t keep this up and stay standing Trent, you’re making me weak in the knees to say the least.”

    “As you desire babe, let’s rinse off real quick and we’ll dry each other off.” They got their final rinse and walked out of the shower. During the day the shower was bathed in light as the sun beamed through the thick glass to keep it private. It was located facing the ocean. Although the windows were heavily tinted it still made the bathroom bright during the day. At night you could vent out the top windows and let the ocean breeze come through into the shower stall area. You could smell the salty air that hung heavily in the air.

    They stretched out on the bed and wrapped themselves in each other’s arms. Trent’s mouth found its way towards Michael’s neck. He began to kiss his throat around his Adam’s apple and gently lick it in between his kisses. He traveled towards Michael’s ear softly blowing warm air into his ear canal. It sent shivers up and down Michael’s spine each time he blew into his ear. Turning him on again even more. Michael’s fingers dug into Trent’s back the more he teased him with his subtle nibbling on Michael’s lower neck and shoulders. Trent bite into his shoulder and Michael cried out in the pleasurable pain he was getting from Trent’s attention.

    “Don’t stop doing that Trent that feels so good when you bite my shoulder like that.” He almost whispered the whole sentence to Trent, but it didn’t matter Trent knew his lover and knew how to turn him on and what made him tick once they were in bed making love to one another.

    As Trent continued his sexual ministrations to Michael he slowly got him turned over so that Michael was lying on his stomach and Trent was covering his back with kisses and small bites into his skin. His hands were busy massaging Michael getting him to relax even more. Michael was in a blissful state of sexual arousal. His cock was rock hard and leaking precum the more Trent treated him like he was.

    He kissed his way from the top of his neck to the mounds of his ass. Paying close attention to kiss both mounds with his delicate kisses. Trent slowly traced his tongue around the globes of Michael’s ass; slowly making his way to the prize he sought the most. Using his thumbs, he gently pried Michael’s cheeks apart as they seem to protect his innocence. But Trent wanted what he wanted and nothing was going to stop him from getting it. His tongue targeted Michael’s hole and as soon as it made contact Michael arched his back and brought his hips up off the bed, in two seconds he was almost in a doggy style, except his shoulders were still on the bed. He didn’t trust the strength of his arms once Trent got busier with eating his hungry hole. Michael wanted him to do it so badly, he had been thinking of it a lot lately and know he would get what he wanted.

    Trent dug his tongue into Michael’s ass and he whimpered in delight as Trent kept it up. Michael couldn’t get enough of it. He forced his hips backwards trying to get Trent closer and let his tongue get deeper into his hole. His whole body shivered with a hungry lust.

    Trent reached under and in between Michael’s legs. He held his penis in his hand and brought it back so that he could suck on Michael’s cock for a sometime. Right away he was rewarded with the taste of Michael’s precum that was leaking from his piss slit. Trent sucked it down like it was the nectar of the Gods. And to him it was just that. He let some accumulate in his mouth and then used it to coat Michael’s hole with it. Trent was lost in his own lust and desire, wanting Michael that much more.

    As much as he wanted to plow Michael’s ass at that moment, he wanted this session to last, he thought that time was on their side and he didn’t want to hurry. He slapped Michael on the ass, causing a red mark to appear. He cringed at the thought of hitting Michael that hard, it wasn’t what he had intended to do.

    Immediately he flipped Michael over onto his back and Trent wrapped his arms around Michael. Kissing him on the mouth and apologizing over and over again to his lover and friend.

    “I’m so sorry babe….I didn’t mean to hit you that hard, I just wanted to give you a love tap. I’m so sorry Michael…..please forg…”

    “Sshh…it’s okay Trent, you didn’t hurt me. I know what you meant when you did it. You wanted to slow down the love making and make it last this time. I know you too well babe, and the other thing is that you would never hurt me. I trust you Trent; you should know that by now. I know you love me, now, less talking and more sex.” Both of them looked into each other’s eyes and laughed quietly with each other. As if they were sharing an intimate joke with one another.

    Trent went back to kissing Michael and attacking his ears with kisses and blowing gently into each one, giving Michael goose bumps in the process. He worked his way down Michael’s chest and latched onto his right nipple, suckling on it as if he was a new born enjoying his mother’s milk for the first time. He bit into lightly and flicked his tongue over it, back and forth and then sucking on it, soaking Michael’s chest with is salvia.

    He kept moving downwards and out of habit Michael spread his legs wider for Trent to have access to what he wanted. He raised his knees and Trent lingered at Michael’s belly button and kissed and licked at it. It was a hot spot for Michael and it turned him on when Trent used his tongue on it. He moved closer to his goal. Michael had his head on his pillow with his eyes closed, lost in the wonderful sensations that Trent was giving him. And then he felt the warmth of Trent’s mouth as he enclosed Michael’s dick with his mouth.

    Michael was automatically lost in pleasure. Trent’s tongue slide up and over the crown of Michael’s hard cock and flicked the very tip a few times. Trent was once again eating the precum that was flowing from Michael’s dick. Trent felt like it was an addiction when he ate Michael’s dick and was rewarded with his delicious precum. Not too salty, almost sweet to taste Trent thought it had the consistency of a thinner form of honey. He could never get enough. The only thing that was better was eating a load of his lover’s cum.

    Trent’s head bobbed up and down on Michael’s pole, soaking it in his gooey saliva. He reached up and took just the head of Michael’s cock in his mouth and wrapped his fingers around the lower part of his dick and began to stroke Michael’s cock while he sucked on it. Michael’s brain could only register complete bliss, his hands grasped at the sheets as he pulled them from the mattress and in the process unmaking the bed.

    Trent was now in between Michael’s legs and was feasting on his cock and balls, bathing them in his mouth and gently biting his balls. Trent grabbed his legs and pushed them forward, exposing Michael’s ass even more. Trent dove back into eating Michael’s ass. He began to insert his thumb into his ass and rubbed and massaged Michael’s prostate, Michael was in his glory and Trent massaged his prostate over and over again.

    Trent couldn’t wait any longer he reached for the lube and soaked his cock with it and then he put it on his fingers and stretched out Michael’s hole, getting him ready to take Trent’s dick into his pulsing hole. Trent lined up his dick with Michael’s ass and slowly began to enter him. Inch by inch Trent invaded Michael’s hole. It was always so tight for him and he loved the warmth of his dick being in Michael. It was a feeling he couldn’t get enough of, since the first time that Trent had made love to Michael he was almost a craving he couldn’t fill, a scratch that he couldn’t itch. But that didn’t stop him from trying.

    Slowly and carefully Trent kept pushing in until his cock was buried deep inside of Michael. Trent took Michael’s dick in his hand and slowly stroked it as he began to thrust his dick in and out of Michael’s hole. Each movement was deliberate on Trent’s part, as he pushed his cock back into Michael; he slowly started at the base of Michael’s dick and stroked it all the way to the tip which he lightly pinched when he reached the crown. Michael was in his glory and loved the feeling that Trent was giving him.

    “Oh God Trent don’t stop anything you’re doing right now.”

    “I’m just going to take you to the edge babe and no further, I want to drive you crazy with lust so that you’re begging me for it.”

    “Please don’t do that Trent. Please don’t make me beg today. I’m getting so close the way your cock is rubbing my prostate.” Michael moaned with pleasure as Trent slowed down a little but he didn’t stop what he was doing. Trent leaned down and wrapped his arms around Michael’s shoulders and began kissing him on the mouth, their each fought for dominance with their tongues. At first neither one was willing to give in but Trent’s determination and the way he was making love to Michael, Michael relented because of the sensory overload he was experiencing all because of Trent.

    Their kissing stopped and Michael and Trent both took in deep breaths to regain their composure. Both felt like they almost couldn’t breathe because of the amount of time that had been in each other’s mouth, fighting.

    “Oh man Trent, do it harder, please babe, do it harder, you’ve made love to me now fuck me hard and make me cum without touching my dick. Please Trent, please, I’ll beg if it’s what you want, just please make me cum.”

    Trent looked down at Michael as he continued his slow love making. He began to speed up a little and Michael was moaning with sheer sexual ecstasy. He urged Trent to push harder. Trent picked up his pace again and then to tease Michael he completely withdrew leaving Michael feeling empty and unsatisfied. He dug his fingernails into Trent’s back once he was completely out.

    “FUCK Trent, why did you do that I was so close?”

    “I told you babe, I want to keep you on the edge until it’s time to let it go. It’s hard on me too because I want so much to just bury my load in that hot sweet ass of yours and believe me it won’t be that much longer, but I will do just that by the time I’m done with you.” Trent leaned down and kissed Michael and lined his dick back up with Michael’s hole and slowly reentered Michael’s tight ass. Michael relaxed as he felt his ass being filled with Trent’s cock.

    “Oh yeah babe, that feels so good. Please Trent, fuck me hard this time and don’t stop until you cum in there and unload your wonderful cream. FUCK ME, Trent, now!”

    Michael wanted it so badly, his body screamed out with desire. Trent kept up his increasing pace but wasn’t going that much faster. Trent was still relishing the feeling that was in his loins, and the growing feeling that was familiar to him. His load was on the rise and he wouldn’t be able to hold off that much longer. He started to increase his speed again and Michael dug into back leaving marks from his fingernails. Trent was energized by Michael’s nails digging into his back and it spurred him further on and he again increased his speed. The headboard was banging against the wall, Trent was thankful there was no room on the other side of the wall, he knew for sure that if there was there would be no doubt they would be hearing what was going on.

    “Harder Trent, harder.” Trent felt obliged to comply with Michael’s request and he began in earnest to fuck Michael harder than he was. Michael moaned with pleasure and could feel the boiling getting ready to overflow. His insides felt like they were being turned inside out, the more Trent drove in and out of his ass, each time beating on his prostate, heightening his arousal even more.

    “Oh babe I want you to come for me, I want to see you spray it all over yourself, put your head up.” Michael raised his head a little and Trent pulled the pillow from the side of Michael and put in under his head so that his head was now tilted up and he could look down and see his cock and Trent’s body as he continued his love making. He started pounding Michael’s ass, purposely hitting his prostate again and again. Michael was fast approaching his orgasm.

    “So close….Trent…please don’t stop…..oh God I’m going to cum babe.” Trent leaned down and kissed Michael and then kissed his ear, whispering into his ear Trent told Michael.

    “I’m going to say the word and when I do babe I want you to cum, can you do that?”

    “Oh Trent make me cum, please just make me cum.” Trent was slamming his cock into Michael and whispered once more into his ear.

    “NOW Michael, CUM for me NOW!” Michael couldn’t hold back any longer and his cum began traveling through his hot hard shaft. Ropes of cum shot into the air and landed on his face and then as his orgasm subsided, the ropes didn’t reach as far but from his face to his crotch he was covered in cum. It was all the Trent could stand and his load exploded into Michael’s ass. Trent clenched his jaw as the orgasm hit him and Michael could see the look of sheer pleasure across Trent’s face.

    The two of them fell into each other’s arms exhausted from their lovemaking. Trent was spent and Michael was happy to have him wrapped in his arms as they caught their breath.

    “That my friend was the best ever I think.” Michael blushed from the comment.

    “You were the one that was too hot, I can’t believe how many times you brought me to the edge and then backed off so that I didn’t cum. I thought my nuts were going to explode at one point. How about we crawl back into the shower and clean up and then we’ll take up nap curled up with each other?” It wasn’t so much a question as it was a statement. Slowly and carefully they separated themselves from each other, Michael’s semen had gotten cold and sticky as they got up and made their way to the shower.

    Slipping into the warm water the two of them washed each other from head to toe. Without much effort it slowly turned into another round of lovemaking. But it was Michael who took control and while still in the shower he rammed his cock into Trent and fucked Trent until he came without touching his dick. After a final rinse and from sheer exhaustion the two of them dried off and slipped into bed, cuddled up and fell to sleep. It wasn’t until the next morning that the boys woke up to knocking on the door.

    Michael looked at the clock and realized that the only one that could be knocking was Ricky. Without waking Trent, Michael slipped on some shorts and covered Trent up so that he wasn’t lying there naked for the world to see.

    “Good Morning mon!! Did you two oversleep this morning? Aren’t you scheduled to go horseback riding in about forty five minutes?” The sun glistened off of the black man’s shiny skin as he stood in the doorway. Michael was amazed how much Ricky could sweat, considering the heat it wasn’t that bad, only in the low 80’s, he just assumed that Ricky was the type that would break into a sweat just getting up to answer the door.

    “We’ll be right out Ricky, I have to wake Trent and we just need to get dressed and throw ourselves together, give us about ten minutes.” Michael handed him some money. “Why don’t you get us our coffee and some coconut bread from the guy down the street and by the time you get back we’ll be ready. And buy one for yourself Ricky, since you’re nice enough to go and get it for us.”

    Ricky grinned at Michael and tipped his captain’s head towards him. Ricky liked the boys, he knew they were gay but it didn’t bother him. He thought that the two of them made quite the pair. He didn’t really understand how two men could go to bed together, but since they didn’t bother him, it didn’t bother him any. He walked away and shouted back to Michael to hurry with Trent, ten minutes wasn’t that long. Michael smiled, shut the door and yelled at Trent to wake his scrawny ass up.

    “What is up your ass? I know it isn’t my dick, so what are you whining about babe?”

    “It’s called we over slept because when we fell asleep last night we didn’t set the alarm. We’re supposed to go horseback riding this morning and the appointment is about forty-five minutes from now and it takes almost a half hour to get there. Ricky just went for coffee, we have ten minutes to get dressed and be ready. Make sure you wear your jeans Trent.”

    “Who taught who how to ride my little pet?”

    “So now I’m your fucking pet, is that it? Do I understand you correctly?”

    “Well I didn’t mean it like that, I was just kind of kidding with you Mikey, don’t get your panties in a twist, it’ll take me hours of ass kissing to get them untwisted.” Trent chuckled to himself and the picture of Michael being in twisted underwear, he found it rather comical and thus his small chuckle transpired into laughing so hard that he couldn’t stand up to get dressed. The more he laughed the madder Michael got for his behavior.

    “Now listen up buddy, get your laughing ass in gear, or you will be kissing ass all day, and come tonight you won’t be getting any ass. How’s that sound to start with?” Trent frowned at Michael’s blunt statement.

    “Okay, okay, you win Babe. I’m up and getting ready.” Trent got his pants on and was about to get his shirt on when he stopped and grabbed Michael and wrapped his arms around him, giving him a heartfelt morning kiss.

    “Does that make it all better now?”

    “You’re lucky I love you so much buster brown, you know that?”

    “I count my blessings everyday babe, every day.”

    Michael slapped Trent on the ass and told him to get moving otherwise when Ricky returned they wouldn’t be ready. As if on cue there was a knock on the door.

    “I’ll get it babe it’s just going to be Ricky coming back with coffee and coconut bread.” Michael opened the door and let Ricky in telling him to sit down at the table and enjoy his coffee while the two of them finished up their last morning rituals so they’d be ready to go in a few moments.

    Horseback riding had been wonderful for both of them. It was the first time in a long time that Trent was able to ride the horse at full speed and he felt like a million bucks for the first time in a long time. He began to feel like he had come full circle since the accident. It was almost a distant memory for Trent but every time they came to Jamaica Trent would dream about the accident. He didn’t tell Michael because it only happened while they were in Jamaica, it never happened when they were at home.

    As always their vacation ended too quickly, it did every time they came here. At least that’s the way they both felt when they were leaving. As usual Ricky took them to the hotel in Montego Bay the day before they were scheduled to leave, they had to go to Julia’s and have dinner. It was the one thing the two of them looked forward to when they were in Jamaica, was having dinner at Julia’s.

    Michael and Trent talked about nothing else but the upcoming wedding in June on their flight home. Michael had been keeping a notebook with all the details and all the things that had been done and what still needed to be done.

    “You know we are actually sitting pretty well right now as far as everything is concerned. I talked to the guys that will handle the tents and they assured me that they would set them up the day before and possibly two days before, it was going to depend on a party they were handling right before ours, but he promised they would be up in time, so tell me why I have this feeling in the pit of my stomach that tells me, he’s just hoping everything works out okay and he can pull it off. Do you think I should check on another company for this?”

    “I don’t know but if your gut doesn’t sit well with this I think you should check out someone else Mikey, you don’t usually feel like this after you’ve talked to someone. I’d pay attention to that. Why don’t you call a few places and ask questions about this guy’s company and see what his competitors have to say. Or call the Better Business Bureau and see if any complaints have been lodged against him in the past year or so. It can’t hurt Michael and it’ll make you feel better because you don’t like the feeling you’re getting right now from him.

    “You’re right Trent, I will call around and do some checking, let’s see what happens when I ask him for some references, that will tell me a lot. I know how easy it is to give me a bunch of phony customers. But it can’t hurt to ask.”

    “You see any other issues that you aren’t okay with right now, or should I just ask what else do we still need to get done?”

    “We still need to apply for and getting our license to give the Justice of the Peace so that he’ll marry us. We’ll need to get blood work done, but that’s not something we have to do until school is over with, so don’t worry about that. We, as in you and me need to check with Josh and see what we need to do if anything about the menu, I left it up to him and Andy because they know us the best and what things we like and what are some things we should serve so that we accommodate everyone” Trent took Michael’s hand in his and just smiled at Michael.

    “You know you worry way too much about everyone else, that’s something else that’s good for me.”

    “Why may I ask is it good for you?”

    “Because it means I just walk behind you and tell everyone that it’s all way because I don’t know how to do these things.” Michael blushed at Trent’s acknowledgement of all his hard work that he had done on the wedding, asking Trent only when a decision needed to be made that might affect him.

    “I might be good at this but you’re the one who built our house, I can’t wait to get back to see it, I can’t imagine what’s happened in a week’s time.”

    “Don’t get too excited, I purposely didn’t schedule too much to be done while we were gone, I don’t like things happening when I can’t put my approval on it in the end. I want things done the right way Michael, after all it’s our house, and I want it to be perfect for you when we move in.” Trent took Michael’s hand and kissed it with his eyes locked on Michael’s the entire time. Michael could feel the flush of his cheeks as Trent kept looking at him.

    “I think that’s enough Trent, you know what you’re doing and we are on a plane and there is nothing that is going to happen on a plane, don’t think it, don’t even open your mouth about anything Trent Nicholas!”

    “Boy, you’re not very trusting Mikey.” Michael leaned in towards Trent so that no one else would hear what he had to say. He was almost whispering when he spoke in his ear.

    “I know you, right now that sex-run brain of yours is thinking, and NO I’m not going into the bathroom with you to check something out, which is just your way of getting me alone so you can take my clothes off. I will not do it on a plane Mr. Sanders, not even for you.” Michael smiled at Trent and pushed him away from himself.

    “Wow, I’m hurt to think you would think I’m like that, I’d never do it in a plane unless we were by ourselves, which could be arranged if you really want to.” Michael looked stupefied at what Trent had just said.

    “Just what is that supposed to mean Trent Nicholas?”

    “I’m just saying that being alone in a plane could be arranged and we could join the mile high club.” Trent had a smug look on his face knowing that he could rope Michael into this somewhere down the road. He had to smile to himself.

    “I know that look Trent Sanders, never mind what you’re thinking right now, it’s not going to happen. No thanks it will not happen if its one mile or ten, it’s not going to happen, so get that fantasy out of your head right now. I know your father has a private jet available to the family Trent, anytime we want to use it. And you know damn well that we have arranged to use it for our departure for our honeymoon. Get it out of your head otherwise you’ll be grossly disappointed when the time doesn’t come.” Trent couldn’t help hide his surprise that Michael pinned it so accurately, he was somewhat crestfallen that he wouldn’t be able to join the mile high club, he was sure alone in the leer jet they’d have time to get laid while they were in the air.

    “Oh my God Trent, that’s exactly what you’re thinking, I can tell by the look on your face! Forget it, not going to happen.” Trent leaned towards Michael he wanted to have his rebuttal over the issue, he felt like he wasn’t having a say in this matter. How could Michael just shut off the idea so quickly after some of the other places they’ve had sex?

    “Oh yea, because I went into the bathroom at the hospital for you when you wanted it, remember walking out to the lady and her children? I told her she might not want to go in there before we left, I felt about six inches tall, like we had just been caught because we certainly smelled like sex walking out of there.”

    “But that’s not a mile high in the sky when we were doing it. So stop talking because you aren’t going to win this one Trent my boy, no sir, no going to happen.”

    “Fine, I’ll stop talking I’ll drop the subject, it’s forgotten.” Trent smiled to himself, but not enough to show Michael. He wanted Michael to believe that he would leave it alone and he would, until they were alone on the jet, wasting the time away while they traveled from Boston to San Francisco to start their honeymoon. But once they were in the air and bored…..something was bound to come up.

    Landing in Boston was always a shock back to reality from being in the tropics and then returning to twenty below zero with a window chill factor that practically froze your dick off. The both of them agreed that when they got older they would have a place in Florida where they would stay the winter and avoid this kind of freezing weather. They had also agreed on the age of fifty as being the year they retired from working and then spend the rest of their lives traveling and enjoying each other’s company. It was a plan that both of them felt committed to, so that all the hard work they would do for the next twenty five years would be worth it.

    At the end of March Michael and Trent stood on the front porch of their home, it wasn’t quite done yet but that was in the works and would be ready in less than a month. Things were on track for them with a few minor bumps. The house had gone easier than they had thought it would. Trent had prepared for the worse and was all set when the time came for contingencies. Michael was glad for Trent that it had gone the way it did, he knew that Trent had worried the whole time the house was going up. Towards the end Michael wasn’t sure how Trent was getting any studying done, but his grades were holding up as were his spirits for their upcoming June wedding.

    “Did you ever think we’d see this day babe?”

    “Not really, there have been some bumps along the way.”

    “Bumps! You call them bumps Michael; I think you’re underestimating the definition of the word bumps versus shit bad luck. Babe, you have been through some shit. First there was Kevin to deal with and then your father and then someone ate some stupid mushrooms along the way.” Trent playfully punched Michael in the arm as he spoke his last sentence. Exaggerating the punch Michael leaned in the opposite direction, momently startling Trent, making him grasp at Michael to keep him from falling.

    “Oh your face was priceless on that way Big Boy; you thought I was going to fall, like really fall. Oh, Trent I love you dearly but every now and then I can still get you.”

    “You think you’re so funny Michael, but just remember I know where you sleep.”

    “Well then that makes two, but what army are you going to use to get me exactly?”

    “Don’t be fresh smartass…you know what I mean and don’t play word games with me Mr. Hot Shot. Because no matter what I know that you still love me, tell me I’m wrong, go ahead, and please tell me.”

    “You might have a point there Trent. You know that could be the problem all together.”

    “What problem?” Trent looked at Michael with a serious look on his face, showing Michael his dissolving façade of being the tough guy all the time. That was what he had fallen for, the look in those eyes.

    “Relax caveman, you have nothing to worry about, I’m not going anywhere and there is no problem as you put it.”

    “Okay screwing with me is officially over for the day, how’s that for a decision for the day?”

    “I can live with that Trent. I can gladly live with it. Why don’t we take a walk up to the barn and see how it’s coming along and have you thought about horses and where do we get those?”

    “Problem already solved, Dad is giving us Danny and Flashback, the two we originally rode the first time we went riding. Dad wants to cut down on the number of horses they’re keeping in the stable. He got them mostly so we kids would be able to go horseback riding. Not all of us still do, but I know that you and I love to. Dad thought it was a good idea for us to board them here. They’ll be delivered a few days after we get back from our vacation of almost six weeks. I still can’t believe you let me talk you into six weeks, I never thought you’d go for it.”

    “It was one time I knew you really wanted to do this and we’re only going this way once, the money is down some but probably by the end of the summer you’ll get paid the rest of your settlement. That should set us up to get you going with the right tools, which I think you need is a new truck for the business to, shit Trent those things aren’t cheap! I looked at some just to see.” Trent laughed at Michael’s face almost contorted from the thought of spending that much money on one truck.

    “Since I was traveling fewer miles than you, we could keep my car and use your truck for the trade in to help some of the cost. Since someone would insist on driving me to school for the longest time. Even though I wasn’t the one who needed driving around at that point in time.”

    “Guilty as charged, I wanted to make sure you were okay and that nothing happened to you.”

    “Like I really needed a year’s worth of watching.” Trent turned a deep crimson red. Michael realized at that moment how much Trent did love him he felt a flush his own cheeks turning red as well.

    “Okay, okay, never mind all of that it’s already past so no need to worry about it now is there?” They both ended up laughing with one another over the whole thing.

    “So tell me Mikey where are we at with the wedding stuff? Anything you want me to do or check on for you?”

    “Have you written your vows yet, are you going to wait until we are done school? I think that’s what I’m going to do so that I have a clear head in order to do it and say what I want to say. That way I won’t be worried about spending time on vows when I know I have a mound of homework to be done still.”

    “Sounds like a good idea to me. I was thinking the same thing and was going to ask you how you felt anyway. Only because when I thought about waiting until school was over I felt like I was waiting until the last minute, but we are done classes almost a month before the actual day, so that’s enough time and you just made me feel like I’m not procrastinating.”

    “Trent the last thing I can accuse you of is procrastinating. You never do, you stay on top of everything, you might put off a report now and then until the last minute, but you definitely aren’t in the habit of putting things off babe.”

    “Thanks for saying that, sometimes I feel like I put some things off when I shouldn’t be, but maybe I’m just being too hard on myself because I worry about making sure you’re happy. If you aren’t happy then I’m not happy and I don’t like seeing you unhappy.”

    Michael got closer to Trent and wrapped his arms around him. He didn’t know if it was possible to keep falling in love with him or not, but every day seemed that he discovered that he would find another facet to Trent that would make him love him just a little bit more. He hoped that Trent felt the same way about him when he thought of him. Michael nestled into Trent’s chest and laid his head on his shoulder. They stood there silently and Michael was mesmerized by the odor he inhaled while hugging Trent that closely. It was like an aphrodisiac to him and he just couldn’t get enough of it.

    Trent just wrapped his arms around Michael and rested his head on Michael’s. He could smell the shampoo he had used in the morning to wash his hair and Trent was enthralled by it. It was a smell that he couldn’t get enough of. He wished and hoped that he would never tire of it. It meant too many things to Trent. It was the one smell that made Trent think of Michael from the first day they met in the hallway at school. He swore then that he would never forget that smell, after smelling it the first time. Time stood still for the two of them as they lost themselves of each other’s loving arms.

    “What do you want to do tonight? You want to go out or do you have too much homework to do Mikey?”

    “Actually I have too much homework, and I’m too tired to deal with it, I could use a break to be honest with you. I know we’re down to the final stretch for school and it will be over in about eight or nine weeks, whatever it is, but tonight I would like to go out. We can take a break from school work and from working on the house. We both deserve a night away from both of these things. What do you have in mind?”

    “Do you honestly want to know?”

    “By the tone in your voice Trent I’m not sure I want to. Am I going to regret saying okay or will be something I like?”

    “Oh yea, you’ll like it, and it’s something we’ve done before or I should say it’s someplace we’ve been before. If you trust me, just pack enough for a change of clothes for the morning, we’ll be home sometime tomorrow, I know we can’t take off the whole weekend, I know I have too much homework myself to take off that much time right now. And I have a test on Tuesday that I have to spend time studying for or I know I will not pass it, and I have to pass this one.”

    “We could just go to the movies Trent that would make me just as happy as going and hiding out somewhere for the night.”

    “I know we could go to the movies and come home and be just as happy, but I have something else in mind and a lot more fun than just going to the movies. You know I would be just as happy if you and I got two cups of coffee from Josh and go to the movie room and watch a movie at home and fall asleep with you, as long as I got to spend the evening with you sunshine.” Michael blushed from Trent’s simple comment, which he knew was the truth and straight from his heart. Michael felt a sense of warmth spread through his body as he thought of the home that Trent talked about. A home that he had been part of now since the beginning of high school, when Trent took him home to have his parents help Michael out when he had no place to go. He wasn’t sure if he would ever get use to the feelings that he had for Clay and Sarah, they may have not been his parents from birth. But the way Clay treated Michael from the beginning made Michael feel not only wanted in the house, but respected and appreciated. Something he had never felt living with his real mother and father.

    He thought about his mother for a moment and a tear fell from his eye. He tried to look away from Trent but it was too late, Trent had already seen the tear.

    “Hey babe, what’s with the tear? We’ve been happy all night and now this, I didn’t say something I shouldn’t have did I?” Trent look concerned while he looked Michael in the eyes. He was worried that he might have inadvertently said something and didn’t realize it.

    “No babe, it wasn’t you. I was just thinking about living with you and your family and what it’s been like for me since that first day and everything that’s happened and I got to thinking about my mother. I guess sometimes I just get thinking about her and regret that our lives ended the way it did. I think of the months that went by that I thought she was getting messages from me from my sister and she wasn’t. I should have done it myself and made sure that I was talking to her at least to know what the truth really was. Maybe she would have hated me anyway, maybe she would have been okay with me being gay, and who’s to say Trent? I just know that I often wonder if it would have turned out different if I had at least attempted to talk to her instead of going through Mandy like I did. But I didn’t know she wasn’t really talking to my mother about me. I don’t know what I ever did to her to make her act like she did and kill our mother.” Michael fell silent and just laid his head back on Trent’s chest.

    “Don’t worry about it Michael, it was never your fault. You did what you thought you had to do. You honestly thought that your sister was telling your mother the things that you were asking her to. I certainly never gave it a second thought as to whether or not she was telling your mother. You two seemed so close when I first met you so I just thought everything was on the level with her. Shows you that you weren’t the only one that was wrong about Mandy and what was going on. Come on now, let’s think of happier things and let’s take off, we still have an early evening so we have time to go out and eat and then go where I want to take you. Sound good?”

    “Sounds very good Trent and probably just what I need right now after thinking about that. I just want you to know that I owe your parents so much for everything they ever did for me. And you know I’m not talking about the money or things like that. It was your Mom and Dad just being parents to me and treating me the way they did, I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to thank them, especially your Dad getting me through the trial and getting me back on my feet and thinking again. The biggest thing was that your Dad believed in me almost from the beginning, without question, he just accepted me for who I was and what I believed in. No man had ever done that to me before. My father always told his peers that I wasn’t the very strong type and that my brains made up for some of it. But to my face, I was pretty much useless to him.” Michael rested his forehead on Trent’s chest and let go of an anguished sigh from somewhere deep within him. He felt better and better telling Trent how he felt about growing up with his father, but only in bits in pieces. Michael just didn’t like the spotlight being on him from something that had happened and was over with. He didn’t see the point in bringing it up all the time. But piece by piece he was letting go.

    “You’re going to be okay Michael, don’t you worry about that not now or ever, you’re with me know and I’ll make sure that no one will ever treat you like that again, not as long as I live and breathe babe. I mean that Michael I really do, I’ll never treat you like that and I won’t let anyone else do it either and if your father shows up I will do as you ask and step aside and let you handle it. But I won’t leave you alone with him, and you have to promise me that you won’t meet up with him away from me, will you promise me that.”

    “I will Trent, I promise never to go and meet him somewhere without you. And I understand why you feel that way. And besides, if I do have to meet up with him again, I want you with me to show him that you and I are still together and better than ever. I’ll make sure he sees me being happy. If he even would recognize it to begin with.”

    “Now let’s get out of here and go get some clothes for overnight and whatever else we need for the night. Otherwise we’ll stand here for the next few hours just talking, let’s get moving and we can keep talking but making progress at the same time.”

    “Are you going to tell me where we are going, we’ve been all over Boston, driven to Cambridge and back into Boston, soon I’m beginning to think that you’re just taking me for a ride and we are going to end up back in Watertown. What the hell Trent, pretty soon I’m going to have to piss and we will need to stop. Let’s just do it now and show me where you are taking me?” Trent looked at Michael and smiled at him.

    “Okay I’ll tell you since we are right around the corner. We’re going to the Four Seasons for the night. Back to the suite for a little getaway. Maybe a little love making with my boyfriend and best friend.”

    “Sooooo that’s what this is all about, another one of your plots to seduce me. That was slick Trent I didn’t even see it coming this time. I never gave this place a thought when you said just for overnight, I should have known better. You are a dog Trent Nicholas, what on earth am I going to do to you once we are married and living together twenty-four seven? I won’t be able to keep my clothes on…I’ll…”

    “I wouldn’t mind coming home and finding you naked. The no clothes part when I get home from work has always been one of my fantasies….” The next thing Trent felt was Michael punching him in the arm, hard.

    “OH SSSHIT that hurt! When did you get those muscles? What I say, what’s wrong with wanting to come and finding my sexy husband all naked? I mean it’s not something you’d have to do all the time, unless you wanted to that is.” Trent started laughing and again was rewarded with a hard punch to the soft muscle tissue on the outside right leg.

    “Okay stop, I promise to stop and not saw anything else before I go home with a black and blue body! Geez…..what you turn into some kind of man beater with the working out you’ve been doing on the side? Yea, I know you’ve been working out without me. Guys at the gym talk you know. Seems my sexy wants to be extra buff for his wedding day.”

    “Who told you that?”

    “So it is true you are working out on the side. I knew I could feel the muscles in your upper arms getting harder. And you’ve been working on your lower back as well. I can tell how much easier you’re moving from the stance you walk around in. As you work out without realizing it your body posture will change, you’ll walk upright more and your arms tend to stay not so close to your body because the muscles are building not only in your arms, but in your chest as well, affecting the muscles all the way around your chest.”

    Michael blushed and immediately began to rub Trent’s arm. He had been working out trying to get in top shape for their wedding and their six week honeymoon the day following the wedding. He had wanted to impress Trent the day of although he never thought that Trent might notice. He was hoping that if he did notice that it would only be a few weeks before the wedding.

    “Well I knew sooner or later you’d notice but I was hoping it was a lot later than sooner Trent. Hope you don’t think I’m too vain for wanting to be like that for you on the day of our wedding. I just wanted to be looking my best on that day. I figured working out wouldn’t hurt any. I have actually gained weight, no not much but some, and it’s all muscle according to my instructor.”

    “Well I’m proud of you. I still have a ways to go before I can really go back to the routines. I hope you’re not disappointed in me for being a little on the fat side. Not having been able to get back to the gym yet, it’s killing me Michael, I feel awful with this weight on me.”

    “You look fine, I’ll bet if I ask you how much you are overweight, I’ll bet it’s not more than twelve to fifteen pound, and I have a feeling its closer to ten pounds.”

    “Your right Michael, it’s only twelve pounds, but to me it feels like a hundred. You know me babe, I’m used to being skinny with no extra weight and I’ve been careful and still gained the weight, I can’t wait to get back in the gym.”

    “You like fine the way you are Trent, if you don’t tell anyone, they won’t know. I only know because I see you naked and can tell. So stop your worrying, and by then you will have lost that ten pounds and no one will be the wiser except you and I buddy! Now let’s get out of the car and check in the Four Seasons, and no Trent this time I will not sign it, I don’t care what you beg with, I’m not doing it.” Michael laughed at the memory of the first time Trent had brought him here and him signing them in. It was a performance he wouldn’t repeat for Trent. Maybe while they were on their honeymoon he’d play the game again and be as openly flamboyant as he was the first night they had checked in the Four Seasons.

    They spent the night holding on to one another and just talking the night away. It was almost dawn before they crawled into bed. They had spent most of the night on the patio, wrapped in a blanket and just talking about their hopes and dreams after the wedding. The date was drawing near and both of them were getting excited the closer it got.

    School ending was anticlimactic for everyone except for Trent and Michael. Their anticipation grew as the eighteenth of June drew closer for them. It was the daily topic of conversation for Michael and Trent both, along with Clay and Sarah and anyone that had anything to do with the wedding.

    “We have a week left babe, you sure you’re ready to do this and put up with me for the rest of our lives?”

    “Trent, I’ve been ready since the day we met. I have no doubts or concerns. I want this to happen more than you’ll ever know.”

    “I just wanted to make sure everything was okay and that you’re not having second thoughts.”

    “As I said Trent, I’ve been ready since the first day we met, you just didn’t know it.” Both of them looked at each other and laughed. Both thought about that first day and how magical it had been for the both of them. But neither one could admit to that until they had been on their third trip to Jamaica. That was the time that they had shared everything with each other, there were no more secrets between them after that trip.

    Only Trent was holding his breath until the moment they walked down the aisle. Trent was still pinching himself, still not believing that Michael was going to marry him he was waiting for the rug to be pulled out from under his dream of marrying the man he had fallen in love with. Could he really be this lucky that he found the man of his dreams with the first man that he met and had feelings for? It was close enough to happening that he was finally beginning to breathe a sigh of relief and his lifelong dream was coming true. Trent was bursting with emotions.

    He sent Michael a dozen long stem yellow roses the Saturday before their wedding He had written a note to Michael that was included when the roses were delivered, it read,

    To the Man I Love,

    The time draws near for you and me to become one. I have never wanted anything in my life as much as I have wanted you. You have been rock and my foundation who discovering who I am and what I am capable of doing with my life. I’m not sure if I would have discovered that without you in my life.

    I love you Michael Wayne Evans and next Saturday you’ll make me the happiest man in the world.

    Until then…. I love you.

    It brought tears to Michael’s eyes as he read the note that Trent had sent him with the flowers, he was something that he had never expected. He had gotten a gift for Trent but it was for the day they got married. Not so much that he had gotten him the gift, the gift was for the both of them and Michael just wasn’t telling Trent.

    Michael had heard from the lawyers in regards to their adoptions process over the past couple of months and he had kept it a secret. Three weeks ago their surrogate mother had given birth to twins, both boys and both identical. Michael guessed that since he was a twin that was the reason the women had twins as well, but Michael had seen them both and he swore they looked like Trent more than himself. Joan, the surrogate mother had promised to keep the boys until the day of the wedding, finding it hopelessly romantic that Michael wanted her to bring the boys and present them to Trent and the family as soon as the ceremony was over. It was the present that Michael wanted to give to Trent. His fatherhood. Michael had wondered how they were going to handle the last year of school with bringing up the boys. He left the birth certificates empty until they could both reach an agreement on their names. Trent already knew what he wanted but Michael wanted to be sure before he gave them their names.

    The last week flew by with last minute details being finalized and every one running here and there getting the things that were needed for the party. The tents were erected three days before the event and the guest list stood at one hundred and twenty six, a lot of the guests were people from Clay’s business and some were Sarah’s friends that she wanted to come. The rest were friends from school and kids that they had gone to High School with. The tuxedos were picked up two days before, they had them made at the tailor’s as they would be using them on their cruise in the Greek Isle’s the last week and a half of their honeymoon.

    Michael wondered with the arrival of the boys if the honeymoon if their honeymoon was going to happen. What would they do with the boys if they left for six weeks? Michael honestly felt like they couldn’t go but for now he wasn’t making any decisions, not until he talked to Trent and he helped decide what they would do and how they would handle it. Michael was hoping that Trent would postpone the honeymoon until next year and then they would be able to take the boys with them. He could hardly look at Trent without wanting to say something, he hadn’t even told Clay or Sarah the news when he had found out they were going to be parents. It was the one surprise that he would never be able to pull off again.

    Saturday, June 18, 2016 came bright and early to a glorious day of sun and warmth. The past few days of pleasant New England weather had held up and Michael and Trent’s wedding day if it hold true would be wonderful all day long. The two held true to tradition and kept away from each other and seeing each other all day. They both knew what the other was wearing; it was a joint decision to stay apart until the time came to say their vows, vows they had both written to each other. The moment arrived for the ceremony to take place. Clay didn’t walk Michael down the aisle, but he stood next to him at the make shift alter as his best man, Stephen was Trent’s best man. They both wore white and with black trim tuxedos. Michael and Trent wore a single yellow rose in their lapel of the tux.

    “Ladies and Gentlemen, family and friends, we’re here today to bring this union of Trent Nicholas Sanders and Michael Wayne Evans together as one.

    They have both expressed an interest in writing their own vows to each other, so at this point I’ll turn the proceedings over to them. Trent…

    “Michael, I remember the day we bumped into each other on that first day of school. It seemed like the rest of the world stopped moving at that very moment in time. God had delivered onto me a man like no other. You took my breath away Michael Wayne Evans.

    More so today than then that first day Michael. In the last few years we’ve been together our relationship has been tested and I believe has grown because of it. For I know I’m more in love with you today than I was yesterday and the day before that one.

    I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m falling in love with you more and more every day. For this I am truly grateful. Because I know I’ll wake up every day and find another reason to love you Michael.

    Mikey, family and friends had to laugh a bit at Trent’s personalization to Michael.

    Walk beside me the rest of my life,

    Grow old with me every day,

    And cherish every moment we will spend together.

    I will gladly share every worldly possession that I own with you from this day forward, what’s mine is yours, we share everything equally, joy, sorrow, riches, poorness, sickness and health, laughter and our tears. Above all else I will share my love with you. The one you have shown me is my greatest gift to give you.

    I love you Michael Wayne Evans and want you to be my partner for the rest of our lives. Will you share that with me?

    “I will.”

    Michael, I believe you have something to say to Trent at this time. Michael leaned over to Clay and said something and Clay left the ceremony. Michael had asked him to go get the twins.

    “It seems I’ve been lucky enough to wake up every day and see your smiling face since we met Trent Nicholas Sanders. ” Michael is extremely nervous and is fidgeting Trent held his hand and squeezed it to try and calm him.

    “I remember the first day we met, for me it seemed like my world had become a vacuum and I couldn’t think of anything to say, nor could I get a thought out. If you hadn’t kept talking to me that first time we met, we might not be standing here today, that’s how shy I was then, and you’ve changed me so much, gotten me out of my shell.

    Trent,

    As we begin this journey

    I can honestly say there is no one else I’d rather be taking it with.

    I look forward to many years of waking up to a smiling face at the breakfast table…

    More than that, I look forward to many years of waking up to that smiling face.

    More than that I look forward to sharing with rest of my life with the man that not only believes in me and who I am.

    But who loves me for who I am, and just the way I am.

    A man who’s never asked me to change anything. Even though I constantly work on Trent Mom! Again there is a chuckle from the family and friends.

    Now that I truly have the rest of my life with him, I can stop working on him.

    As we walk this path in life,

    Always walk beside me, not in front and not behind,

    Stay on this path we’ve chosen and together we’ll have a good life together.

    Will you do that with me?

    “I will”

    “Before we take this ceremony any further I have a special present for my husband. In the background the children could be heard. Clay walked up the aisle with the twins, one in each arm

    “Trent Nicholas Sanders I give you our two sons.” Trent looked at Michael and picked him up and swirled him around. Over joyed at what he saw before him. Sarah looked at Michael and smiled knowing that he had successfully kept his secret from Trent. Trent took one of the boys and Michael took the other. Together they stood there waiting for the justice of the peace to finish his job.

    By the power vested in me in the State Of Massachusetts I know pronounce your union as Mr. & Mr. Trent Sanders. Michael and Trent with full hands did the best they could in kissing each other to cement their union.

    The boys walked slowly down the aisle as their friends and family tried hard to get a look at the twins. The party proceeded and it wasn’t Michael and Trent who were the center of attention of their special day and they didn’t care.

    “Mikey have you named them yet?”

    “No I have waited for you for it should be done today, you ready to pick some names?”

    “Oh yeah, I already know their names.”

    “And what might that be?”

    “Wayne Nicholas Sanders and Michael Trent Sanders”

    ‘I’m okay with Wayne but I like Trent Michael better.”

    “Then so be it babe, you ready to tell everyone?”

    “You do it Trent.”

    “EVERYONE, can I have your attention a moment. I’d like at this moment to introduce to the world, Wayne Nicholas Sanders and Trent Michael Sanders. Everyone applauded and cheered the news.

    “The second part of that is that Michael and I will be postponing our honeymoon to take care of our sons, and next year we will take our trip and it will be with our sons.”

    There was another round of applause and cheers. Trent’s brother’s and sister’s swarmed their new brother in law and their brother hugging them both and wanting to see Wayne and Trent. For the next few hours the party proceeded and both men hardly had a chance at seeing their sons. It wasn’t until the evening drew near and guests finally began to leave that they had time to really focus on Wayne and Trent.

    “You’re a dog for not telling me Michael and I will get you back for this, I’m not sure how at this point, but I will get back at you. Guess we’ll be moving into the house as a family and not just as being married. We have an instant family Mikey, how on earth did you keep this quiet from me? I wouldn’t have been to hide it from you if I had known; I would have told you the minute they had been born. How did you not name them for that long? I couldn’t name them without you being part of the decision making process Trent.

    “I just knew I couldn’t in all honestly name them without you being part of the process Trent, I would have felt like I let you down on something that was equally important to both of us.”

    “I love you Michael Wayne Sanders, and I always will, along with however many children we end up having.” Trent walked over and threw his arms around Michael and hugged him as tightly as he could. Both men let the tears roll down their cheeks as they both realized how happy they were and that they now faced the world with sons of their own.


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  • Andy & Wes

    Thank you for your support and love! Hope you have enjoyed what I have written so far! I meant to post parts 5 & 6 seperate but oh well. sorry for taking so long to post this next chapter. Here is part 7!

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    The rest of the holiday break passed without much incident. I caught up on all my homework and cleaned my room. Hung out with Mona a couple of times at the mall and just relaxed at home.

    When school started back up, I was in homeroom when an announcement came on and told everyone to head to the auditorium. I looked around at some of my friends, and they looked confused.

    “Why are we going to the auditorium?” I asked.

    They just looked at me and shrugged their shoulders. We were seated as Mr. Garcia came on stage and stood, at the podium, waiting for everyone to get settled down. He tapped the microphone several times, and it squealed in contempt of being hit.

    “I called an assembly this morning, to address a serious issue that has arisen at our campus. Before you left for the holiday, one of your fellow students was harrassed and bullied, and had a derogatory word painted on his locker. I’m not here to name who the victim was, but to let everyone here know, (scanning his finger across the audience), IT WILL NOT BE TOLERATED in this school! I am here to let you know, that if I ever find out who did it, THEY WILL BE EXPELLED!!!! I am also here to tell you that I have had a conference with the teachers and the school board, that I will set up a GSA here at school. For those of you who don’t know what GSA means or stands for, then I’ll tell you. It stands for Gay-Straight Alliance. I have had pamphlets printed out to explain everything and what it stands for, so if the teachers would pass them out please.”

    I shrunk in my seat. It’s not bad enough that someone painted my locker, but to actually have our principle stand up there on stage, and tell everybody that he supports gays! Oh, he is gonna catch hell for that from lots of parents! I just wanted to crawl in a hole and die! The teachers passed the pamphlets out and then they stood in the back. Apparently Mr. Garcia meant business because then we heard him say, “Now we are going to go through it together.” There was a collective groan through the audience. “Like I said! I WILL NOT tolerate this kind of behavior at this school. So here we go!”

    An hour passed and I finally heard Mr. Garcia say – “If anyone has questions, they can come to me or to their counselors. So with that, I think it’s almost time for second period. You’re dismissed! Have a good day!”

    Everybody stood up and headed towards the doors. I sat in my seat to wait the rampage out. Mona and Tony came to sit with me too when they saw me. Nobody said anything, so we just sat there waiting for the chaos to settle down. Finally, it looked safe to get up and leave. I headed to my locker and grabbed my books and headed to class. The rest of the morning passed in a blur of monotony. As the bell rang for lunch I headed to my locker to put away my books. I headed to the cafeteria to grab something to eat, when all of a sudden I walked in the door and it felt like every head turned towards me. I stopped in my tracks and scanned the room. I could see that my gut-feeling was right. I felt like I was standing there naked as the day I was born. I turned around and ran down the hall to the nearest exit I could find. I had tears in my eyes and didn’t really pay attention where I was headed. I heard my name being called and I turned in the direction of the voice. I saw Wes running towards me with a look of panic and concern. I stopped and Wes stopped in front of me catching his breath with his hands on his knees.

    “What happened back there babe? I saw you walk in the cafeteria and then bolt! Does it have something to do with this morning’s assembly or your locker being painted?” Wes asked as he stood up and start to grab my hand.

    I pulled away from his touch and turned to walk away. I felt Wes grab my arm and turned me around to face him. Wes put both hands on my shoulders and looked me straight in my eyes. I turned my face trying not to show how upset I was. He grabbed my chin with one hand and turned my face to look back at him.

    “Will you tell me what’s wrong? Maybe there is a way I can help you deal with whatever you’re feeling or dealing with! Will you at least do that for me?” Wes asked me.

    “Let’s walk.” I said and we walked in the direction of the bleachers. We sat near the top and I told Wes what was bothering me and he didn’t say anything until I was finished explaining how I felt.

    “Maybe it was your imagination?: Wes suggested. I shook my head and sighed.

    “I know that is not what it was and I think you know that too!” I replied.

    “So, where does that, leave us?” Wes asked.

    “I don’t know. I think we just need to take some time apart just to make sure that it’s just my imagination and not something else…” I said and stood up to leave.

    “What does that mean? Are you breaking up with me?” Wes asked me, with his voice breaking.

    “I don’t want to be the reason you lose everything you worked so hard for! It would be best for everyone if we weren’t involved. That’s all I’m saying.” I said.

    “I don’t care about any of that, if I can’t share it with the one person who I fallen in love with!” Wes replied as he stood up and wrapped his arms around my waist. I looked into his eyes and I saw that he was telling the truth.

    “I Love You. And nothing, is going to stand in the way of us being together! I would give it all up.” Wes said.

    “I Love You too! And I don’t want you to give it up because I know it is something you love to do!” I replied, as I laid my head on his chest and wrapped my arms around him.

    “Hey, babe, look at me…” Wes said and I lifted my face to look at him and Wes bent down and kissed me lightly. I returned the kiss and it turned passionate as we continued to kiss. I broke the kiss and looked up at Wes and said, “Wow!”

    Wes grinned and pecked another kiss on my lips and we walked down the bleachers as we heard the bell ring to go back to class. the rest of the day passed without much incident.

    I got home and went to my room and turned on my computer to check my email and surf the web. I heard my phone chirp and it was a text from Mona. I replied back and then got started on my homework until dinner.

    Mom called me down to help set the table, while she finished making dinner. We sat down to eat and Dad asked about my day, and I told them all about the assembly and I grabbed the pamphlet for them to read.

    “Well I think it’s a good idea. I hope you plan on getting involved with this. Your mother and I are members of PFLAG. I think it’s a wonderful idea!” Dad said, with Mom nodding in encouragement. I told them I would think about it. We finished dinner and I helped clean up. I went to my room to finish my homework and I get a text from Wes telling me that he loved me! I smiled and got ready for bed. I went to sleep dreaming of me with Wes and our future.

    To Be Continued…


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  • Silver Lining

    The thick hard meat rod was thrusting hard into him. Wild moans..Wild Wild moans. He closes his eyes and feels the flesh inside his ass. The hot hunk was riding it hard. One deep breath, and thick hot cream went splashing insi….”TRRRRRRRNNNN”, the blaring alarm sound broke of the dream.

    Kevin Hymann, a tall, slightly built, brown eyed blond, woke up with a jolt and felt about for his shirt. It was another mundane Wednesday morning. He got ready in a flash and headed downstairs, where breakfast awaited him. He had his V-necked T shirt on which occasionally turned him on. It almost revealed half his chest and with even a slight wave of wind, his round nipples could be seen, that is of course if he had left his top part unbuttoned.

    He got into his car, and thought about the upcoming events. He had history and physics before lunch and he had forgotten to get his physics assignment again. Hoping he would be excused again, he took a left at the crossroad.

    National High, one of the most extraordinary institutes in the city was nothing more than ordinary for Kevin. The school reminded him how normal he was. He was the most random person in class. Not the best in studies, not bad in sports and did make the news once in a year. He parked his car and headed towards history class.

    The classes went in a blur, except of course the nervous physics class and to everyone’s surprise, he was again excused for another day. Smiling to himself, he went for lunch.

    The lunch room was across the building. The cool air, the sunshine, and other elements of day seemed perfect until his heart saw black clouds ahead. A senior was sitting on a car and grinning at him. It was Cassius, the college hero. At this moment Kevin’s villain. When a senior was on your car it either meant he would use it until evening or he was about to settle a dispute and the victim wouldn’t be let off without a broken jaw.

    Taking a long breath, he walked towards his destiny. His heart grew heavy. His limbs defined panic. He was about to apologize, just when Cassius put on his half smile. The smile which had made all the girls in the college go crazy. “I need the car till home, bro”, he said. Kevin’s heart almost puffed out steams of relief. One because he wouldn;t have to meet the therapist and second Cassius lived just down his own lane.

    Kevin stood thinking. He was amused with the kindness with which he was being treated. “How am I to go if he takes the car”,he thought. He thougt for a second and asked,”Can you drop me off at my house then?”

    Cassius nodded in approval. “Get your bag”, he ordered. Kevin ran in and was soon in the passenger’s seat. They both set off. There was an eerie silence between the two. Cassius was much more at ease. He has plugged in his earphones and swinging with the music.

    Kevin suddenly noticed how beautiful Cassius was. He has never understood why his class girls had secret posters of him. His long brown hair, swaying with the wind. His perfect lips spelling the lyrics. His strong biceps piercing from the sleeves added to the enchantment. He was like heaven next to an corn field in overcast weather.

    Suddenly, a Porsche came straight at them. Cassius totally involved in music had lost track of the road. Kevin screamed. The Porsche made the move and came to a sudden halt. Cassius did the same. The effect had almost been nil except that the Porsche had managed to push the car right into the puddle splashing mud all over Cassius’s shirt. Cassius rose to fight but the Porsche dissappeared round the corner.

    “Shit”,he shouted. “You alright?”, he asked Kevin. Kevin nodded. Cassius was digging into his back pack. He pulled out a T-shirt. “Don’t mind do you?”, he asked. Kevin almost lost his breath as he manged to say okay. He stood on a side and started unbuttoning his shirt.Kevin could feel the bulge growing in his jeans. His body was sooo perfect. He had stunning abs and chiseled chest. His pink nipples twitched now and then. Kevin felt the sudden urge to lick him as he watched his sexy meat man’s ripped muscles stretch as he washed his face. With a torso like that, Kevin could worship it for years. After what seemed like a while in heaven, Cassius pulled his T-shirt on.

    They resumed their journey. Kevin had a cheeky grin and hard hot stuff in his pants. He was just hoping Sparks would fly for him as he put his head up and stared at the Silver lining.

    TO BE CONTINUED ….

  • College crush

    (this is my first story so please rate and comment, thank you)

    It was the first day of college, my alarm went off at 6.30. My first thought getting out of bed was I can’t wait for the day to be over. I didn’t really know anyone who was doing my course so I was a bit nervous.

    It took me about 30 minutes to cycle to college and I arrived 10 minutes early. I went into class and took a seat, a few minutes later I heard the door open, i looked up and just froze.

    I couldn’t believe the sight in front of me, the lad that had just walked in was absolutely gorgeous, he was dressed in skinny black jeans, a denim shirt and a black jacket, he had jet black short hair, one ear and his nose pierced and he looked well built.

    He glanced my way and flashed a smile, i realised i was staring so quickly looked away and stared down at my books. I noticed him come and take a seat next too me.

    He looked at me, reached out his hand ‘hi im nathan’ he said, i sat silent for a minute then took his hand ‘rob’ i said back. I probably held his hand for longer than normal but he didn’t seem too mind, he smiled again and i just fell for him, he had the cutest smile ever.

    Throughout the whole duration of that day we sat and talked with each other, i guessed he was straight so i didn’t mention my sexuality.

    The next few weeks at college were fine, we got on really well and i woke up each day excited to see Nathan again. Nobody knew about me being gay so i had to contain my excitement.

    A few weeks in we were assigned a project and me and Nathan decided to work together. We arranged that after college we would go to his as nobody would be home so we could get a good start.

    It came to the end of college and i was really excited that i would be going home with Nathan, we cycled back to his. He offered me a drink and then we started on the project,

    As we were working Nathan stopped and looked at me with a look id never seen on him before, ‘you ok man’ i asked, ‘theres something i need too tell you’ he said.

    He had me worried but i asked what’s up and he took hold of my hand. I had butterflies racing around in my stomach! He slowly leaned in and pecked me on the lips, i broke away and stared at him gobsmacked.

    Im so sorry! He exclaimed, i shouldn’t of, but before he could finish i shut him up by kissing him back, we spent 10 minutes just making out and playing with each others tongues,

    He started running his hands up my top and playing with my nipples, it felt so good! He slowly removed my top and did the same with his, i started kissing his neck while running my hands through his hair.

    He laid me down on the couch before kissing my body up and down, he started to slowly undo the buttons on my jeans, after i laid there in just my boxers he started to kiss my rock hard cock through my boxers, he knew exactly what he was doing, it was driving me crazy,

    He then slid my boxers down and wrapped his warm lips up and down my cock, taking most of it in his mouth, it felt amazing and i didn’t last long before i blew my load down his throat!

    He managed to swallow every last drop of it,

    I thought it was only fair that i return the favour so we swapped positions and i started kissing him while rubbing his already growing cock through his skinny jeans,

    He was grinding against my hand loving it,

    I didn’t make him wait too long until my mouth was over his cock bobbing up and down,

    His moans were encouraging me to go faster and harder to please him!

    Not long had passed before he blew all over my face, i licked what i could from around my lips.

    I cleaned my face and gently kissed him,

    We moved to the bedroom and kissed for ages before getting into a spooning position and falling asleep,

    The project could wait.

  • Wallace Family Curse

    Kyle opened the door to his apartment with one hand, already shrugging the other out of his jacket, before transferring keys and messenger bag to the other hand as he entered. It’d been a long day as everyone tried to get their last minute shit done before the holiday. Not to mention his own shit since he’d taken the week between the holidays off. It didn’t feel like Christmas with everything he had on his mind, and not just the work bullshit.

    Ben, his roommate and the source of most of Kyle’s recent stress, was already home and sitting on the couch watching a rerun of Family Guy. “Hey, bro, you ready to go?” Ben called out as Kyle came in, like nothing was wrong. Ben was sprawled out on the wide sofa, looking amazing without even trying.

    “Do I have time for a shower?” Kyle asked and set his bag on the loveseat before draping his jacket over the top.

    “If you make it quick. You know my family. Mom says dinner at seven but it won’t really happen ’til eight if we’re lucky.” Kyle acknowledged the statement with a grunt and headed for the one bedroom. He wondered how they could talk so normally after the fight they’d had the day before. The extra sheets and blanket were still folded neatly on the far end of the couch. He didn’t look back as he began unbuttoning his shirt and headed for the master bathroom.

    Kyle undressed quickly and left his work clothes on the bed to be sorted out later. He might be pissed at Ben but Kyle wouldn’t do anything to make him look bad in front of the other man’s family. He’d promised Ben’s mom that he’d come for Christmas Eve dinner and he would even though he dreaded the awkward silence that was sure to last on the drive there. He was so caught up in his thoughts that he never realized Ben was in the room with him until a hand caught the edge of the shower stall door as Kyle tried to close it behind him.

    Startled, he nearly slipped under the warm water but Ben caught his shoulder and steadied him. Ben who was naked and hard, his big dick swinging between his legs like an obscene metronome with every movement. Kyle swallowed hard and forced himself to look up from it as Ben entered and crowded him back against the tiles. The running water instantly made the dark hair on Ben’s chest and stomach even darker. There was a line of it down the center of his belly, bisecting his abs, where the hair grew in thicker and darker than the rest. Kyle had always found it unbearably sexy. Ben had an incredible body but that line and his abnormally large cock were always Kyle’s undoing.

    “I, uh, I thought you said I had to be quick,” Kyle said around a tongue that felt too large in his mouth.

    “It’ll be quick,” Ben promised. He reached behind the shampoo on the shelf for the waterproof lube they kept there.

    “No, I’m…” Kyle stalled out as he was unable to come up with a way of saying he was still mad, confused, hurt or exhausted without sounding like a whining little girl. Instead he snapped out, “No, get out.” But Ben just poured a dollop of the clear gel into his palm and went about massaging the stuff onto his shaft while setting the lube back in place.

    “I’m horny,” Ben replied in such a calm manner that it just made Kyle madder. Still, when Ben reached out and tugged Kyle with a hand gripping his bicep Kyle let himself be pulled forward and turned so he faced the back wall of the stall. It was like Kyle had no willpower when it came to his allegedly straight roommate.

    Kyle had been with plenty of men, especially in college when he’d been pretty much a whore, but none of them could compare with perpetually horny Ben. In the three months since Ben had ‘temporarily’ moved in Kyle had been fucked at least twice daily. He found it strongly gratifying, the insistent greed Ben showed for his ass. Even the squiggly bit of guilt and pleasure he always felt at the way Ben turned him into such a bottoming bitch was addictive. He’d never known he craved being manhandled and taken whenever Ben was in the mood, which was often.

    All the fucking made for good practice and accepting Ben’s big cock was easier, while not easy. It still hurt as Ben pressed his way inside Kyle, there in the shower, without any prep. Kyle gasped and almost hated the way his body betrayed him as his hole relaxed. The pain faded to a dull ache before Kyle felt Ben’s full balls pressed against his ass.

    Ben held his chest up against the cool tile with one strong hand on his shoulder. The other hand gripped Kyle’s hip to keep his ass stationary and jutting out where Ben wanted it. Ben took a long moment to savor Kyle’s heat but when he started moving Kyle knew instantly that the man had every intention of keeping his promise to make it quick. He started hammering his cock into Kyle’s ass within the first few strokes, causing Kyle to choke on the moan building in his chest.

    Ben hadn’t used enough lube and the extra bite in the friction was enflaming Kyle’s cock as much as his stretched hole. It made Kyle widen his stance while arching his back to give Ben a better angle and the other man moaned approvingly. Kyle’s cock throbbed and felt extra heavy where it bobbed and swayed between his legs. “Jesus,” Kyle rasped out. The intensity of Ben’s punishing thrusts was short-circuiting his brain. He pressed his forehead against the tile and struggled to breathe, to get enough oxygen.

    Kyle was seconds away from coming without even touching his cock when Ben pushed deep and paused, eliciting a whimper from Kyle. But the break was only for a few seconds, just long enough to take Kyle’s hands and trap them above his head one-handed at his wrists. Being held that way only brought Kyle closer to the edge as Ben resumed his frantic pumping. Kyle felt Ben’s broad tongue sweeping drops of water off his shoulder in long lines as a prelude to a firm bite there.

    The sting of those teeth made Kyle cry out and his balls churn in preparation of unloading. “Fuck me, Ben, fuck me,” he chanted. Ben, grunting around his mouthful of flesh, managed to pound even harder at Kyle’s backside and Kyle came with a long moan as his jizz coated the wall before him. His asshole locked down and Ben unclamped his teeth to make his own noises of completion until his thrusting hips came to a stuttering stop.

    When they’d both finished panting Ben released Kyle’s hands and slowly withdrew his softening cock, making Kyle shudder at the emptiness left behind. Kyle took another second to compose himself before turning away from the shower wall to face Ben. He found the man soaping his limp cock and balls with an uneasy smile as their eyes met. “Hey, thanks, that, uhm, I…,” Ben rambled and paused. For long seconds Ben looked down and watched the soap rinse away from his own junk. “I missed you last night,” he finally said. Without looking up Ben turned and left the shower, closing the door firmly behind him.

    The rational part of Kyle’s brain knew Ben was just talking about their nightly fuck before bed, explaining why he was so horny. The rest of Kyle’s brain really wanted to believe Ben meant sleeping together in Kyle’s bed.

    “Hurry up, you have twenty minutes,” came Ben’s shout from the other room. With a sigh Kyle reached for the soap to wash out the come Ben had left leaking down the insides of his thighs and the back of his balls.

    Ben had figured the ride to his parent’s house would be weird, and it was, but it was also fucking painful. Kyle was mad at him but he was mad, too. And resentful. Ben couldn’t understand why Kyle had to make such a big fucking deal out of everything. To top it all off it was all Kyle’s fault anyway. His fault for wanting to “understand” their “relationship” and his fault for making Ben act gay in the first place. More than anything Ben wanted things to go back to the way they’d been for the last three months and he was angry at himself for wanting that because he should want things to go back to the way they’d been before he’d ever re-met stupid, fucking Kyle Greene.

    Ben let himself go on autopilot as he drove out of the city and into the suburbs, ignoring a sulking Kyle in the seat beside him. They’d been friends in grade school but drifted apart in middle school, yet remained semi-friends into high school. Kyle had been a skinny geek and come out junior year. He had been funny and cool enough that Kyle hadn’t been hassled much, not that Ben had seen, while Ben was a popular jock. Still, they’d nodded at one another in the hallways and caught up at the few parties they both happened to be at.

    After graduating Ben assumed they’d never see each other again, if he even ever thought about it. In college he’d used Kyle’s name as his gay friend to impress a few girls but otherwise hadn’t forgotten about him for years. It wasn’t until they’d run into each other at a work function that they’d reconnected. They both worked for the same insurance company but in different departments and at different locations. Kyle had been the one to recognize Ben and sought him out to talk. Gone was the geeky class-clown, replaced by a tall and confidently handsome man. College had been good to Kyle.

    At first they just met to catch up and talk about work. They emailed back and forth a few times, played golf together and met for lunch if they happened to be in the same location. Ben had even introduced Kyle to Jen, the woman he’d been dating since college who he’d lived with. They had dinner a few times, even went on a double-date once when Kyle had been dating that emo artist guy whose name Ben could never remember.

    Driving along and making the correct turns without even thinking about it, Ben thought back on when everything had changed. Jen ended their relationship and Ben wasn’t exactly heartbroken but it was strange and awkward as they still lived together. Ben ended up spending more time with Kyle than ever as he was the only friend Ben had who wasn’t also friends with Jen or part of one of the couples they used to hang out with. It didn’t hurt that Kyle was funny and easygoing.

    One night Ben had been bitching about sleeping on the couch and having to jerk off in the shower, how horny he’d been. Kyle had offered up his own ass, playing it off like a joke though Ben could tell he wasn’t really joking. Ben had been just drunk enough, and fucked up in the head enough, to consider the offer.

    Then it happened. Kyle got on his knees and opened Ben’s pants. He’d made Ben hard with his mouth, a really fucking talented mouth as Ben would learn, before rolling a condom onto Ben’s cock. Kyle had practically torn his clothes off before getting up onto his hands and knees on the couch and all but begging Ben to fuck him. For a moment Ben had second thoughts but Kyle’s round, plump cheeks weren’t unattractive and watching Kyle’s fingers push lube into his pink little hole had Ben getting up onto his knees behind his friend.

    Fucking Kyle had been a revelation. It was like the first time he’d made himself come, like the first time he fucked a girl but better. Better because what started as a grudge fuck – Ben unleashing all the tension and anger from his breakup – became something else as Kyle took every inch of his cock anyway Ben chose to give it and begged for more. Ben had always held back with his lovers because he knew he was big but no matter how hard or rough he was that first time Kyle loudly and happily loved it. Ben felt like he’d been set free and Kyle’s tight, hot asshole made him fly.

    Kyle came first and Ben finished minutes later. Then it had been strange but before Ben could start to regret what he’d done Kyle admitted to having a crush on him since they’d been kids and somehow that made Ben feel okay. In fact Kyle had let him sleep his drunk off on the couch and the morning after hadn’t been strange at all. Ben had gone back to his apartment and started packing.

    Ben had avoided Kyle for more than a month after that night. Not because he had regrets but because he needed the time to figure out what the fuck was going on in his own head, why he couldn’t stop thinking about Kyle’s ass and fucking it. Glancing away from the road Ben snuck a peak at Kyle, his profile illuminated in the lights flashing by from street lamps. There was no denying the guy was handsome, that he turned heads wherever they went. And Kyle had the kind of body you normally only saw in men’s health magazines. But those things didn’t even register on the list of reasons why Ben couldn’t seem to stop fucking him, even if they were points in Kyle’s favor.

    Ben, putting his focus back on the road, admitted to himself that there was something gay inside him; something that scared the shit out of him when he was truthful with himself. There was a feeling he got, a desire that made him so hard it hurt, when he held Kyle down – Kyle who was taller, stronger, better looking and just as confident as Ben – and fucked him like a whore. And Kyle loved it. It was power and desire all mixed together so Ben couldn’t tell the difference, he just knew it wasn’t something he’d ever experienced with a woman.

    There were other things too. Like how they could hang out. What woman would watch all six Star Wars movies in a row on a rainy winter Saturday, only taking breaks to eat and fuck, then spend hours arguing over whether the prequels were shit (Ben’s opinion) or awesome (Kyle’s view). Then agree that the fight sequences were better in Episodes 1, 2 and 3 before having the kind of wild sex Ben thought usually only happened in porn movies. He and Kyle could go golf, see the newest action movie, visit the batting cages or hit the building’s gym then go home for more wild monkey sex that Kyle wasn’t just always up for but always obviously enjoyed.

    Ben had moved back in with his parents and tried, without much success, to prove he was still into women. In the end he’d found himself outside Kyle’s door on a Friday night and never left. That second time had been the real clincher, had sealed Ben’s fate. He was pretty sure he knew why even though it was crazy, ludicrous, absurd – all those words that meant a cosmic joke was being played on him. Tonight he’d prove it to Kyle because he couldn’t imagine giving up what they had.

    They passed through the intersection that would’ve taken them to the neighborhood where Kyle’s parents still lived and Ben saw Kyle’s head turn from the corner of his eye. “You want to stop and see them on the way home?” Ben asked, breaking the tense silence. Ben vaguely remembered Kyle’s home from the birthday parties he’d attended when they were both kids.

    “They’re in Charlotte with my sister.” Kyle’s words were so low Ben barely heard them. He couldn’t think of anything else to say and so the silence returned. Luckily, they were almost at their destination. As they drew closer Ben thought about the fight of the night before, the one that had left Ben sleeping in the big bed by himself. Ben wasn’t stupid, he could read between the lines of what Kyle had said, and he knew what Kyle really wanted. He just wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to give it to him. More than any of his other mixed-up feelings Ben knew he was most mad at himself because he’d somehow hurt Kyle when it was the last thing he wanted to do.

    So he parked on the street, as close as he could get to his parent’s place with all his brothers’ and sisters’ cars taking up the best spots, and tried to think of some way to make Kyle understand Ben’s suspicions. Kyle helped Ben grab the bags of wrapped presents out of the trunk and trudged through the cold night up to the Wallace house.

    Of course Ben’s family loved Kyle. His mom even remembered him as a kid. All the women fawned over him like he was some kind of celebrity. Kyle could be charming when he wanted and he had all Ben’s sisters, sister-in-laws and even the little nieces and nephews eating out of the palm of his hand in the first fifteen minutes. After a loud dinner Ben’s mom pulled out the photo albums and found pictures with Kyle in the background at Ben’s seventh, eighth and ninth birthday parties. Ben was embarrassed for him but if he was affected Kyle didn’t show it, laughing along with everyone else. It was strange for Ben to remember this shared past and see evidence of it, heartwarming in a way.

    Before long the men had gathered in the living room. It was pure luck that Ben found Kyle with Ben’s father and two of his brothers congregated around the wet bar, well away from the television. Ben couldn’t have planned it better if he’d tried. Trying to act casual he joined the group and found his father trying to ply them all with drinks.

    “Dad, I hope you’re not telling Kyle about the Wallace family curse,” Ben said.

    “It’s not a curse and I’m trying to educate your roommate on whiskey,” Ben’s father replied and held up a familiar bottle before pouring shots into a line of highball glasses. Ben was worried his father would turn the conversation back to alcohol but his brother Mike saved him.

    “You’ve never told Kyle about the dreaded curse of the magic pussy?” Mike, the oldest of the boys, laughingly asked.

    “Hey! Watch your language, boy. And it’s not a curse it’s a blessing.” Their father responded with a mischievous smile.

    “That’s not the way you told it to me,” Ian, Ben’s youngest brother, exclaimed with a mock shudder.

    “Me either,” Ben chimed in.

    “I’m telling you,” Ben’s dad began, addressing himself to Kyle with an air of disdain. “It was a blessing. Many generations ago a priest stayed with the Wallace clan in Scotland. In thanks for their hospitality he blessed them with love and fidelity. It’s been passed down to every generation of our family and that priest? He became a saint.” The older man crossed himself drunkenly before lifting his glass in a toast.

    After they’d all had a small drink Mike said, “Love and fidelity? When you gave me the birds and bees talk you never explained it like that.”

    “Yeah, you basically told me to watch out because my dick might fall in love with the first pussy it touched and then I’d be screwed in the not-good way,” Ian chimed in.

    “Same here,” Ben agreed. “That’s why all us boys called it the curse of the magic pussy. ‘Cause once you get some of that special ass you’ll never try another.”

    “You can tell us now, Dad. It was just a story to try and keep your sons in line, wasn’t it?” Mike asked.

    “Hand over heart,” Ben’s father swore and put his right hand over his chest. “It’s the honest truth. My father and grandfather told me. No man in our family has ever divorced or cheated on his wife. Even if he can’t stand her,” he finished with a loud laugh.

    Ben could see Kyle glancing between the four of them with a perplexed expression. He needed to steer the conversation back around so spoke up. “But I want to know if it’s true? After you bed ‘The One’,” he added the air quotes with bent fingers, “you can never go back?”

    The three other Wallace men shared a look before their father spoke. “For me it’s the truth. I’ve never cheated on your mother, never wanted to.” Ben eyed his brothers. Both had married young. Mike was thirty-one and had been married for ten years with five kids. Ian was twenty-one and had been married for three years with four kids.

    Mike was the one to finally speak, though he wouldn’t meet any of the other’s eyes. “It’s true for me. I mean, God knows, I love Ang. But, remember Ian’s bachelor party? That stripper? She was hot and when she gave me my lap dance she was practically jerking me off through my pants but I didn’t even get a little bit aroused. Even…,” he lowered his voice and looked around to make sure he couldn’t be overheard. “Even when I jerk off I have to think about Angie.”

    “Fuck,” Ian moaned out the word while rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Me too. Damn, I thought it was just a phase or something I’d just… I don’t know, get over.”

    Ben, who’d never spoken quite so candidly with his brothers and father, shared a look with his dad. “I tried to warn you,” their father said. “I’m not saying it’s magic, maybe it’s, uh, a DNA thing. We’re hardwired for monogamy but who’s to say…,” he trailed off before taking a long drink from his glass.

    Ben couldn’t stop himself from looking at Kyle. Since that first time he’d suspected the family curse for whatever was happening between him and Kyle. He stared back at Ben for a moment before his eyes grew wide and Ben somehow knew Kyle understood. He carefully set his nearly full glass back onto the bar before turning and walking away from Ben and his family members. Ben, who’d wanted Kyle to hear exactly what he’d just heard, didn’t feel any relief at making Kyle understand. If anything he felt like he’d just fucked up.

    Fifteen minutes later he knew he’d fucked up. “You can’t leave yet. We haven’t even opened the presents.” Ben’s mom’s voice drifted in from the foyer.

    Kyle’s head popped into the open arch of the living room and he called out, “Thanks for inviting me. It was great to meet you all and sorry I have to be going,” he called out as he waved to the room in general. Ben practically flew out of his chair and pushed his way through the knot of women crowding the open front door saying goodbye to Kyle who stood on the front step.

    “Thanks again, Mrs. Wallace. Have a Merry Christmas,” Kyle was saying as he hugged Ben’s mom. He caught sight of Ben and quickly disentangled himself. He was halfway down the drive to the waiting taxi before Ben caught up with him.

    “Where the hell are you going?” Ben called out but Kyle only walked faster. Ben had to run to catch him by the arm and stop him. “Hey, what’s up?”

    Kyle ripped his arm out of Ben’s hold and turned to face him. For a moment Ben was struck dumb by the look of sheer anger on Kyle’s face. He’d never even imagined the other man could be capable of such seething emotion. It nearly made Ben’s heart stop.

    “You are such an epic asshole,” Kyle spat the words out from between gritted teeth and Ben could sense the effort he was making not to yell or strike out. “There aren’t even words for that kind of complete douche-baggery.”

    “I don’t,” Ben started but was forced to stop speaking as Kyle gave his shoulder a shove hard enough to make him stumble back a step.

    “I’m your magic pussy? Is that what that whole show was about?” Kyle questioned him. “Fuck you! And fuck your curse bullshit.” Kyle was breathing hard, fists clenched tightly at his sides. “You find somewhere else to stay tonight. I’m driving down to my sister’s tomorrow and I’ll be back in a week. I want all your shit gone when I get back. Leave the key on the counter.” With that Kyle spun around and marched to the cab. He didn’t even look back as he climbed in and the driver pulled away. Ben stayed there, stunned, for several minutes before he realized his mother was calling his name.

    Ben went back inside and poured himself a full glass of whiskey from the bar. Sure, he’d known Kyle was special after that first fuck. It wasn’t until the second time, after a month and half of total failure with women, that Ben had guessed that Kyle might be it for him.

    He remembered the way he’d barged into Kyle’s apartment that Friday night. How he’d wrestled Kyle to the ground, thanking God the man must have just come from the gym, and pulled down his loose shorts and briefs to bare his ass. Ben barely took time to spit a few times before plunging into Kyle’s body. The relief had been so sweet and instant that Ben had nearly cried.

    Kyle had eventually warmed up to the fucking and by then Ben was filling his ass with loads of hot come. All that hot fluid made the second, slower fuck even better. It wasn’t until after the third time, when they’d finally made it to the bed, that Ben stated the obvious. “I didn’t use a condom. I’m sorry.”

    “It’s okay,” Kyle said, sounding exhausted. “I trust you. We’ll figure it out tomorrow.”

    The thing was, Ben had never intended to use a condom. The tight, tight grip of Kyle’s ass was all his and no one else would ever get to know what it felt like. And Ben had come a long way since that night. Kissing wasn’t bad when they were fucking, Ben actually enjoyed it. And he’d even become an expert in the reach-around, stroking Kyle’s cock while they fucked. But he obviously hadn’t come far enough for Kyle, he thought as he reached for the bottle of whiskey to pour a second glass.

    The first few days in Charlotte weren’t so bad. Kyle didn’t even mind taking the top bunk in his nephew’s bedroom as his parents had already co-opted the guest room. The kids were fun and Kyle had no problem letting his inner child out to help them play with all their new toys, especially the video games. By the third day he was ready to go back home.

    It was completely lame but he missed Ben, and not just the sex, but hanging out together and living together. He suspected he may have overreacted to the whole curse thing but it went straight to his insecurities. Kyle had been afraid of the way he so easily fell into the role of Ben’s sex toy, something warm and easy to fuck.

    Still he was ridiculously pleased when he got a text from Ben on the third night.

    *I’m sorry. Thx for the xmas gift. It was perfect and I don’t deserve it* Kyle had left the card on the kitchen table with Ben’s name on it. Inside was a gift card to a sporting goods store with just enough credit to buy that driver Ben had been talking about since their last round of golf.

    *Not that it’ll help your game* Against his better judgment Kyle texted back.

    * we’ll see on the links. I didn’t mean it will you come home?* For some reason the quick response made Kyle want to cry.

    *Because I’m the only pussy you can fuck?* Kyle sent the message then wished he could take it back. Ben was trying, after all. He should do the same. It was a long five minutes before a response came.

    *Mike’s having a party new years. Meet me there? Please Kyle* Kyle thought about it for awhile. In a way it would be kind of perfect if they met in a public place, guaranteeing less bloodshed. And both of them would be less likely to make a public scene. It made Kyle wonder, though. Why was Ben making such an effort? Was his ass that good?

    An address came next before Kyle could respond. A second later, *Will U B there?*

    *I’ll think about it* Kyle knew before he even sent the message that he’d be at the party.

    Kyle stayed at his sister’s until Sunday when he left early in the morning. His apartment was sad and lonely with all of Ben’s stuff gone. He could barely sleep in it but he managed a few hours and a nap Monday afternoon. Ben hadn’t given him a time for the party so he started getting ready about seven that night and was pulling up to the address he’d been given just after eight.

    The cul-de-sac was full of cars and Kyle had to park a block away but it wasn’t too cold for the end of December. His knock on the door was answered by one of Ben’s sisters, Kyle thought her name was Sherry. She was already tipsy and shrieked before pulling him into a tight hug, mashing her breasts against his chest. “Oh my God! Kyle!” she all but screamed into his ear.

    “Um, hey, it’s good to see you,” Kyle said while trying to pry her away. “Is Ben around?”

    Now that the time had come Kyle felt like he might puke and he wanted to get this over with as soon as possible, one way or another. The house was full of people, all eating and drinking, as Sherry led him inside. “They’re all in the den,” she told him before screaming, “I’m so excited for you!” And they were. Ben’s parents, his brothers and one of the sisters were all there laughing and talking while a dozen kids sat on the floor playing with something Kyle couldn’t see.

    A couple people called his name but all Kyle could see was Ben and his light eyes were locked on Kyle. He was up and moving toward Kyle before Kyle had a chance to say so much as hello. Ben took Kyle’s arm just above his elbow and propelled him back the way he’d come and into the hallway. “So, how are you?” Kyle tried to ask but Ben was quickly leading him up a stairway to the unlit second floor.

    “Ben, where… what?” Kyle nearly stumbled on the stairs but Ben had a firm grasp and steadied him without slowing down. They entered a bathroom and Ben turned on the light before closing and locking the door behind him. “Ben,” Kyle said warily, concerned by the intense expression on Ben’s face.

    Ben grabbed him as he spun them both until Kyle’s back was pressed to the door and brought their lips together. It was hard and bruising, their lips mashed together just before their teeth clacked and Kyle would’ve pulled away except that he had nowhere to go. Then Ben’s tongue was forcing its way into Kyle’s mouth and he didn’t want to be anywhere else.

    Kyle barely had time to enjoy the oral assault before Ben was moving again. Kyle found himself facing the large rectangle of the mirror above the sink. Ben, who was a few inches shorter, watched Kyle from over his shoulder in their reflection. Without thinking Kyle put more bend in his knees so he could get a better look.

    “I really want to fuck you,” Ben said with his chin resting on Kyle’s shoulder. Just to emphasize he held Kyle’s hips to grind a very erect cock against Kyle’s ass. Kyle could feel his body instantly reacting and his asshole flexing in anticipation.

    Kyle sighed and let his head fall back on Ben’s broad shoulder. “I missed you,” he admitted, even though it cost him something like a chunk of his heart. Kyle found himself ignoring every reason why he shouldn’t give in to Ben and just take the pounding he desperately wanted.

    “Not yet,” Ben said with a rough growl against Kyle’s ear. “I need to tell you something.” Kyle hummed in agreement all while trying to wiggle his ass so Ben’s big cock would line up with the crease of his ass through two layers of clothes. “Fuck, stop,” Ben groaned. He wrapped his arms around Kyle and hugged him tightly. “Look at me, Kyle.”

    Kyle put his hands over Ben’s and raised his head. Their eyes met and for the first time Kyle saw how exhausted Ben seemed. “Hey, I overreacted,” Kyle stated. He found the serious expression on Ben’s face vaguely terrifying. Ben only got serious about sex and football and this didn’t seem like either so Kyle felt the need to delay whatever was coming.

    “No, listen. I was an asshole. This last week has been the seventh longest week of my life. It made me realize a few things.” Kyle found himself unable to look away from those blue eyes.

    “Seventh?” he asked, still needing to break the tension mounting in the hard set of Ben’s lips. In this case it worked as Ben’s lips turned up in a wistful smile.

    “You remember the six weeks after the first time we fucked?” Kyle couldn’t help letting out a soft huff of a laugh at that. Ben placed a small kiss on the corner of his jaw as Kyle relaxed into his embrace more naturally. “So this is the deal,” Ben said after a moment. “I’ll learn to, uh, go down on you. I’m not sure I’ll ever be ready to let you near my ass but I promise to take care of you, like, sexually. No, wait,” Ben said to forestall whatever he saw Kyle getting ready to say. “Just, if you give me a chance I can be, uhm, like, a boyfriend. Your boyfriend, I mean.”

    Kyle couldn’t help the grin on his face. He’d never seen Ben so flustered. “You’ll change your facebook status, then?” Kyle jokingly answered Ben’s unspoken question. In truth, the whole situation was starting to make Kyle squirm. Not that he didn’t appreciate Ben’s words and actions, he did, but they were coming awfully close to having a moment and that was something Kyle had avoided in every relationship he’d ever had.

    “You’re being a prick but that’s fine. Come on, I’ve got a surprise for you.” Ben opened the door and was on the stairs before Kyle realized he needed to follow. “Move it, bro.”

    Kyle still had things he wanted to say, demands to make, but his throat dried up as he came down the stairs of Ben’s brother’s house. He cautiously paused halfway down at the sight of Ben’s whole family gathered at the bottom. And someone had turned down the music. People Kyle didn’t even know were watching him expectantly.

    Ben waited on the last step in his best suit, Kyle noticed. He suddenly felt underdressed in his jeans and sweater though no one else attending the party was dressed up. “Come on,” Ben encouraged him.

    “What’s going on?” Kyle asked. He was getting a funny feeling in the pit of his stomach.

    “For Christ’s sakes, Kyle! Get down here.” Ben’s voice was overly loud in the small area. When Kyle didn’t immediately move Ben bounded up the stairs, reaching for Kyle’s hand.

    “You know,” Ben said as he reached into his left pocket. “I had big plans for a nice speech and shit. I should’ve known you’d fuck it up.” Kyle ignored the snickers from some of the kids at their uncle’s cursing. Kyle only had eyes for the black jeweler’s box Ben had in his hand and knew he’d start hyperventilating any second. “So here,” Ben said as he let go of Kyle’s hand to open the box. “I want to make it permanent.” There were two dark metal rings in the box.

    Kyle was helpless to stop Ben as the other man took his hand and slid one of the rings onto his finger. “Uh,” Kyle had no fucking clue what to say.

    “Ben you have to ask first,” Ben’s mom called out. “And that’s the wrong hand, honey.” A couple people thought that was hilarious but Kyle hardly registered the laughter.

    He had no idea what to do or say and worse, Kyle knew, he only had a second to decide what he should do. With a huff of exasperation Ben tugged the ring off Kyle’s finger to put it on the other hand. Looking up with a half-smile he asked, “So will you marry me?”

    “Yeah, I mean yes,” Kyle answered. What else could he say in front of Ben’s family and all the other people? It doesn’t have to mean anything, he told himself.

    There was a round of clapping and cheering. Ben’s mother rushed up the steps to hug a startled Kyle. Then there were people to hug and hands to shake. Kyle completely lost sight of Ben as he was pulled into the crush of people. It was a long while before he managed to break away from the well-meaning Wallace’s with a plate of food and an open beer someone had shoved into his hands. It was with relief that Kyle retreated to the kitchen. He wasn’t too surprised when Ben found him minutes later.

    “You alright?” Ben asked. Kyle nodded as he took a long drink from his beer. Ben came close enough to lean on the counter right beside Kyle.

    “You’re not wearing your ring,” Kyle noticed.

    “Oh, yeah, I wasn’t sure.” Ben reached into his pocket for the box. “Can I just put it on myself? I didn’t know if there was some kind of protocol.” He held the ring out for Kyle who took it while Ben held his hand up and out. “You like them? They’re titanium.” Kyle finally slid the ring into place before holding out his own hand. The two of them studied the matching rings on their fingers.

    “They’re cool,” Kyle admitted. In a very real way the whole situation seemed absurd to Kyle. At the same time he couldn’t deny that there was a part of him feeling more excited than a kid on Christmas morning. And somehow Kyle found himself standing calmly beside Ben in a strange kitchen when he felt like the whole world had changed.

    “Follow me,” Ben took his hand. “Before someone finds us.” Kyle let Ben lead him to the backdoor and through it once Ben had eased it open.

    “Ben it’s fucking freezing out here,” Kyle whispered within a few steps. “We should get our jackets.”

    “Come on, bro, we won’t be cold for long.” Ben promised then shocked Kyle by reaching back and taking his hand. Ben’s palm was warm and Kyle’s protests died with the simple contact.

    The backyard wasn’t very big but it was wide as the sprawling house and there was a patio, about five feet wide, that hugged the back of the home. Ben led Kyle to the farthest side from the kitchen door. By the fence there was a Jacuzzi laying dormant in the soft light from the brightly lit windows beside them. The sides were slatted in cedar and a matching cabinet sat a few feet away. Ben released Kyle’s hand to pull a couple towels from the cabinet and put them atop it and turned to give Kyle a conspiratorial wink.

    “Help me out here,” Ben whispered. He folded back one half of the cover and Kyle got his first whiff of the chemicals and water. Together they lifted off the cover and set it aside. Ben immediately started taking off his clothes, starting with his suit jacket and shirt.

    Kyle couldn’t help admiring the view. Ben’s body was still beefy but three months of working out regularly with Kyle had made his body firmer and larger in all the right places. Ben bent at the waist to remove his shoes and his belly bulged slightly over the waist of his pants. Ben’s extra padding had always turned Kyle on. He straightened and his abs came into view with their dark line of hair causing the usual reaction in Kyle.

    With a grin Ben met Kyle’s gaze and shucked his pants along with his underwear. He threw them over his shirt beside the towels and hopped from one foot to the other to remove his socks. Completely naked and half-hard Ben climbed into the steaming water. Not for the first time Kyle’s breath caught at the sight of him.

    “Hurry up, Kyle. Your nuts are gonna freeze off,” Ben said as he eased into the water and settled with a deep sigh.

    “We can’t just skinny dip in your brother’s hot tub,” Kyle whispered with a glance at the lighted windows. He could see people moving in there, talking and eating with drinks in hand. “There’s, like, a hundred people in there, Ben.”

    “They can’t see out, it’s too dark. Come on, stop being such a baby. I just wanted to talk in private. Plus, this feels amazing.”

    Kyle hesitated another moment before shrugging and unbuckling his belt. It took less than a minute to unclothe himself and he was stepping quick on the cold, cold concrete to reach the tub. He gratefully let his body into the warm water. Ben had settled himself along the far side and Kyle felt along with his hand to find a bench seat across from him. Only Ben grabbed Kyle’s forearm to seat Kyle beside him. Both men sank into the water up to their necks and the only sound was their quite breathing and the small sounds of the water against the sides of the tub.

    A sort of armrest was molded into the plastic between them and Kyle was momentarily grateful for the forced separation between them. He let his head fall back and stared up into the patchy clouds above them, picking Orion’s belt out in the sky when it became visible. He had to admit the water and warmth did feel amazing, not that he planned to let Ben know he’d been right about anything. In truth Kyle was still reeling from the surreal events and the moment of peace to think was a relief.

    “This is nice,” Ben said as he reached out and found Kyle’s hand. He laced their fingers together and guided both their arms to rest between them.

    “What’d you tell your family?” Kyle asked the first thing that came to mind. “They didn’t seem very surprised,” he added. He was nowhere near ready to talk about what had actually happened.

    “I told my parents the night you left. The rest I told in the last couple days.”

    “But what did you tell them?” Kyle needed to know.

    “I, uh, came out. That’s what you call it, right?” Kyle could hear the smile in Ben’s words and couldn’t keep himself from turning his head to find Ben watching him.

    “You told them you’re gay?” Kyle asked, letting all the disbelief he felt filter into his words.

    “Yup. I told my parents we’d been living together but I didn’t go into all that with my brothers and sisters. It wasn’t that bad,” Ben finished with a small shrug.

    “And they were just okay with it?” Kyle’s voice stressed the boundaries of what could be considered a whisper.

    “No, but… My dad said it was the shittiest Christmas gift ever. He was so pissed, Kyle. But my mom actually told me she’d suspected for a long time.”

    “What!?” Kyle interjected.

    “I know,” Ben said with a quiet chuckle. “I told her that I wished she’d have let me know. My sisters all seemed cool with it but I’m not talking to two of my brothers right now. I don’t know if they’re really against it or if they’re just mad I didn’t say anything before, you know? I get the feeling that the whole situation is so strange that everyone is waiting to see how it shakes out.” Kyle only then realized the whole family hadn’t been there to congratulate them even though he was pretty sure he’d seen all of them at the party. “I basically threatened them all not to fuck things up tonight or I’d kill them.”

    Kyle really desperately wanted this whole situation to be real. He’d wanted Ben as a boy and more so as a man except, “But you’re not gay,” he blurted out.

    “Jesus, Kyle, does it matter? I don’t understand why,” he paused as Kyle squeezed his hand and cut him off.

    “It’s the curse, I know you think so. You don’t really want me, don’t want to be gay. You can’t just decide to be gay, Ben. I mean, just so you can keep fucking me? Remember what started all this?” Kyle did. He’d been shocked when Ben told him they were going to his parents’ house for Christmas Eve. He’d been even more shocked and pissed when, the day before, Ben had asked him not to act too gay with his family. “You don’t even want me to be gay.”

    “Listen, I’m sorry I said that. I don’t even know why I did that. And it’s more than the sex. I missed you this last week. I missed hanging out with you, just eating with you or watching TV together. Sleeping together, too. I won’t lie, I missed the sex a lot. You can’t imagine how many times I had to jerk off this week thinking about your ass but I missed my best friend more.”

    “Still, you want a woman, Ben. You might fuck me but you’re thinking of tits and shit. You even said I was just a warm hole. You remember that?” Kyle asked, denying Ben’s words. He untangled their hands and pulled until Ben had to let his hand go. “You didn’t have to fucking propose to me,” he said and looked away. “We can be friends but…” He didn’t know what else to say.

    He didn’t want to give Ben up in anyway. Kyle knew he might complain about Ben’s constant horniness but it wasn’t really true. He reveled in the way Ben just took what he wanted from Kyle’s body, the way he acted like he owned it. It wasn’t something Kyle had ever wanted from another man but Ben was different. Ben pulled that need and desire right out of Kyle. But Kyle didn’t think they could go back to being friends who fucked, not after all this. Things had gotten messy and Kyle hated that.

    Turning in his seat Ben said, “Come here.” He reached out and pulled on Kyle’s arm. And like always happened when Ben started manhandling him Kyle felt himself going with it. He almost went under but Ben dragged him over with strong hands on Kyle’s arms, legs and hips until he had Kyle settled straddling his lap to face one another. “You think I don’t want you?” he asked as he pulled Kyle’s hand into his lap so Kyle could feel that he was hard.

    “I had a lot of time to think this past week and I realized I must be gay. I want you all the time. Christ,” he gritted out the last as Kyle instinctively curled his hand around Ben’s big cock and squeezed it. “I love your body, Kyle. I love the way you make me feel. I think I’ve wanted you all along, it just took me this long to admit it. You really think I’d want to make this permanent if I wasn’t sure?”

    Ben’s hand, hot from the water, slid over Kyle’s shoulder to wrap around the back of his neck and pulled him in. Their lips met and Kyle groaned as his own cock started to harden. Ben’s tongue forced its way into Kyle’s mouth and the hand that wasn’t holding Kyle in place tentatively skimmed over Kyle’s chest and stomach. Kyle couldn’t stop the shudder that coursed through him as that questing hand groped for and found his hardening cock.

    “I like this too,” Ben murmured against his lips with a tug on Kyle’s dick. “I’ve thought about what it would be like to taste it, to feel you come in my mouth.” That pronouncement was almost enough to make Kyle come right there.

    They kissed deeper, stroking one another. Kyle was so aroused by Ben’s kisses. It was the first time when he felt like the kissing was the purpose and not the side effect of Ben trying to get off in his hole. Kyle took his time and let his tongue linger and taste every corner of Ben’s mouth, tasting the beer they’d both had and something salty Ben had eaten. Both of their hands sped up as Ben’s tongue pushed against his and Kyle took it in to suckle at it, causing Ben to groan and thrust into Kyle’s hand. He was so close that Kyle had to pull back, studying Ben’s face for any sign of uncertainty.

    Kyle broke the intense intimacy first, looking away from Ben’s flushed face and hot eyes. “Hey, don’t go away,” Ben said and gently cupped Kyle’s jaw to draw his eyes back. “Are we good now?” Kyle met Ben’s eyes and managed a nod. New and scary feelings were welling up inside him, getting clogged in his throat. “We don’t have to rush, Kyle. You don’t even have to mean it, about the ring and all that. It was, just, the only way I could think to let you know how serious I am about this.” Ben swiped a wet thumb over Kyle’s cheek.

    Rather than respond Kyle pushed close and reclaimed Ben’s lips, retaking his cock in hand. He’d missed the monster. Impulsively he shifted himself over Ben until he could feel that hot meat right up against his hole. They were surrounded by water but Kyle knew it wouldn’t really help him take Ben dry and also knew that wasn’t going to stop him. Doing his best to relax the muscles and push out at the same time Kyle forced his ass to swallow past the rim of the wide head then froze to take deep breaths. It fucking burned.

    He watched Ben’s face with his gritted teeth and slitted eyes. “You don’t have to,” Ben choked out, then, “Shit, you’re tight.”

    “I want to. I missed this,” Kyle said and forced himself to take a few more inches. Ben’s hands found his hips and were insistent about helping Kyle and gravity force them closer together.

    “Mmm, is that all you missed?” Ben mumbled his question with his lips all over Kyle’s neck. “My cock?” He tried for indignant but Kyle could hear the need in his voice.

    Kyle forced himself to take the last few inches and took a moment to catch his breath. His asshole steadily flexed around the large intruder, trying to adjust. Kyle’s body well remembered this, though, and the pain quickly faded to a mild ache. “Hmm?” Ben prompted and wrapped his arms around Kyle’s back to hold him close.

    Kyle released his hold on the edge of the Jacuzzi and wrapped his arms around Ben in turn. “Maybe I missed you a little,” he said as he looked into Ben’s eyes.

    “Well, at least I know where I stand in this relationship.” Ben obviously tried but couldn’t pull of the mock injured look.

    Kyle leaned in to kiss just below Ben’s ear then said, “Yeah, you’re the stud.” He closed his lips on Ben’s earlobe and sucked lightly.

    “Oh yeah, your stud. I think I might be okay with that,” he chuckled in a rumble from his broad chest that vibrated through Kyle. He traced a line across Ben’s jaw with his tongue to his lips. They kissed deeply for a long time until Ben couldn’t stop from trying to get some friction on his cock by trying to fuck up into Kyle.

    “Nuh uh,” Kyle managed. He pulled back from their kiss only to sweep back in and suck on Ben’s fuller bottom lip, pulling it away from his teeth before breaking away again. “Let me just,” he paused as he clenched around Ben’s throbbing cock. “I just want to feel you inside me.”

    “You’re going to kill me,” Ben groaned.

    Kyle just smiled, grinding in a tight circle on Ben’s staff, as he concentrated on the fullness inside him. Kyle closed his eyes and imagined his inner muscles sucking on Ben’s cock to try and pull the big dick in deeper. “Fuck,” Ben breathed and his hands tightened on Kyle’s sides.

    Kyle’s eyes popped open and he drank in the way Ben was looking at him with so much desire. He pulled the big hands off his body and pulled Ben’s arms up out of the water. He arranged Ben with his hands behind his head. Kyle took his own cock in his right hand to stroke himself. With his left hand he felt all over Ben’s exposed biceps and into the furry pits before stroking his nipples under the water. “Stay there, like that,” he grunted. He raked his fingers through the hair on Ben’s chest and stomach.

    Grinding and flexing internally Kyle got off on Ben’s body as he stroked himself. He leaned forward with his hand braced on Ben’s chest to lick and suck at all the skin he could reach that wasn’t underwater. Ben’s eyes drifted shut and he tilted his head when Kyle reached his neck. Even the chemical filled water tasted good off Ben’s skin.

    Kyle worked his hips, back and forth as he felt the big cock press against the inner walls of his chute. He rotated in a circle that grew wider as Ben’s dick scraped up against sensitive tissue. He flexed his thighs and bounced in tiny jerks, not letting the cock out but letting it pull tight on his asslips. He stroked himself and perved on Ben’s body. Ben himself was squirming and Kyle knew he was dying to take over but holding himself back. It turned Kyle on like hell.

    “Fuck,” Kyle moaned and bit his lip as the end creeped up on him. He was suddenly shooting into the hot water and squeezing Ben’s cock so hard with his ass, so good it nearly hurt. The last shot left him with a quaking body as Ben wrapped his arms around Kyle’s back and gripped his shoulders underhanded.

    He stroked into Kyle with little thrusts and Kyle felt the familiar throbbing and bucking of Ben’s cock that signaled his orgasm. The wet heat bloomed in his belly as Ben filled him with come and Kyle let himself go limp over Ben. In the aftermath Kyle noticed his shoulders and back above the water were getting cold but he couldn’t work up the energy to do anything about it.

    “That was good…,” Ben huffed. “Real good.”

    The cock in his ass slowly deflated as Kyle moved enough to kiss Ben on the lips. They caressed one another lazily until Ben’s dick slid out of Kyle’s hole. Kyle gave one last shudder and pushed off to dunk into the water up to his neck.

    “We should go back in before they miss us,” Ben whispered. He found Kyle’s hand under the water and pulled him close for one last kiss before getting them both to their feet.

    They dried hurriedly and dressed quicker. Once they were both ready Kyle stopped Ben from heading inside to say, “If you’re sure then I’m in.” Ben’s grin lit up and he kissed Kyle once more before picking up the towels and leading Kyle inside.

    The kitchen was empty and Ben tossed the towels into a side room where Kyle spotted the washer and dryer. As they left the kitchen they ran into Ben’s brother, Mike. He had a full trash bag in one hand. “Hey, bro. Where you guys been? Mom was looking for you.” He slung a friendly arm over Ben’s back and smiled at Kyle.

    “We were just talking,” Ben said as Mike leaned into him with a puzzled expression. He sniffed at Ben’s collar.

    “Christ, Ben! You were in the hot tub? Tell me you didn’t have sex in there.”

    Ben ducked his head and pushed Kyle through the door ahead of him. “Gotta go, Mike,” he called back. Kyle couldn’t make it out but he heard Mike grumbling behind them.

    They headed into the dining room where all the food was laid out. Kyle had to admit that everything felt right in the world. Ben’s come in his guts, a ring on his finger and a promise from the guy he’d loved since third grade – life couldn’t get much better. But it did get better when he got a big kiss from Ben at midnight in a full room of strangers and soon-to-be-family.

    “Yuck,” Ben thought to himself. It wasn’t so much the taste of Kyle’s come, it was the texture. He finished swallowing it down and gave one last lick to Kyle’s spent cock. The texture and the weird oily aftertaste it left on his tongue and in his throat, he amended. Still, it wasn’t too bad.

    He’d been pretty surprised the first time on how much he got off on sucking cock. It was like eating out a woman ’cause it didn’t feel good for him but he got off on making his partner feel so good. He definitely liked it but not as much as rimming which was way better than eating pussy. Girls got wet but Kyle got soft and compliant, his little hole opening up. Nothing made Kyle’s inner slut come out like a good rim job and Ben wholly reaped the rewards of that.

    He crawled up Kyle’s body and kissed his slack lips. “Good?” he asked with a self-satisfied smile when Kyle didn’t respond to his lips. Kyle groaned and rolled over onto his stomach.

    “Wake me up in a few hours and I’ll let you know,” he mumbled.

    “Hey, I’m still hard here,” Ben playfully nipped Kyle’s shoulder.

    “Jesus, you’ve been hard since we got here. Have at it,” Kyle said into the pillow and slightly raised his ass. “Just make it quick. I’m tired and done.”

    Laughing Ben straddled Kyle’s body. He let his cock rest over Kyle’s ass cheeks before letting his weight down and fitting his cock between the plump cheeks. He had to admit, day three of their honeymoon, and he felt like a fucking pagan sex god. He hadn’t been so constantly revved up since his teens. He couldn’t keep away from the man who now officially belonged to him. He growled against the nape of Kyle’s neck.

    “It’s your husbandly duty to please your man,” he said and playfully sucked up a mark.

    “If you use ‘husbandly duty’ as an excuse to fuck me one more time I’m going to strangle you in your sleep,” Kyle groused. He didn’t try to get away, though.

    The valley of Kyle’s ass was still wet with lube and come so the belly of Ben’s cock just glided as he began humping the body beneath him. The idea of a quick, hard fuck for his own pleasure only was a turn on but what he was doing felt too good to stop. Besides, this ass belonged to Ben and he could have it whenever he wanted, also a huge turn on. He sighed happily and continued rutting against Kyle’s ass. He’d swear he could feel the extra heat from Kyle’s used hole on the shaft of his cock like a burning mark as he moved. Ben nuzzled his nose against the scruff of Kyle’s hair.

    Kyle had buzzed it off to almost nothing in preparation for their trip. It looked good on him, made him look less wholesome and more predatorily handsome. The man even had a sexily shaped skull, Ben mused. The light brown hair was turning gold with all the sun they’d been getting. Kyle had also shaved his torso, not that he had much hair to begin with, and trimmed his pubes and pits to almost bare. All of it was quickly turning a golden tan. Ben couldn’t keep his hands off his husband’s body.

    He’d been surprised to find himself as the one pushing for a date after New Year’s. In the end he’d been the one to make the plans and set everything up. Two days and one night in Massachusetts to get married then a week at an all-inclusive resort in Mexico, done. Ben figured they could have some kind of ceremony or something at their first anniversary for their families.

    Kyle had grumbled at first but he was always agreeable after a good fuck. So Ben had nailed him to their bed and here they were, Mexico in March. He focused on Kyle again. He wasn’t snoring but his body was all relaxed and his eyes were closed from what Ben could see. “Are you sleeping, dickhead?”

    “No,” Kyle said tiredly. Ben smirked to himself, he knew a way to make sure Kyle didn’t fall asleep on him. He almost felt guilty but he was fucking horny after blowing Kyle. Ben shifted his hips and drew back until he felt the head of his cock fall on the mark. In one easy thrust he slid into Kyle’s ass. No resistance at all and Kyle’s hole felt soft and wet, so fucking hot inside. Ben loved Kyle’s tight ass but this was nice too. It was still snug but not like usual. Kyle groaned beneath him.

    Ben sawed his cock in and out, lazy and slow. He could fuck Kyle like this for hours, the other man’s slippery insides caressing the head of his cock like hot, wet silk. “You’re fucking juiced inside,” he told Kyle.

    “Hmm, wonder how that happened?” Kyle asked. He didn’t sound upset, though, he sounded turned on.

    “You like that?” Ben asked. “Your shit’s all loose and sloppy with my sperm and it turns you on?” That earned him a growl but apparently Kyle was still too tired to move much. “It turns me on,” Ben admitted. “It’s fucking hot.”

    “Yeah,” Kyle agreed. Ben was still steadily pumping Kyle’s fine ass. Best vacation ever, Ben thought.

    They’d woken up early to play golf. Nine holes and a late breakfast then they hit the beach. Kyle had worn a swimsuit Ben had never seen before. It was a bright red boxer-brief, skin tight, with a small rainbow flag in the center of the waistband at the back where it couldn’t reach the beginning of Kyle’s asscrack. Ben knew instantly that it was another gay test so he hadn’t said a word. Besides it was fucking hot. He didn’t last long before he dragged Kyle to an abandoned cabana and hit that. Followed by lunch then another hour on the beach before Ben got too horned up and forced Kyle back to their room.

    Ben happily plowed Kyle’s ass while he thought about that swimsuit. Skimpy fabric highlighting Kyle’s perfect ass and showcasing his ripped body, Ben loved that thing. It was better than lingerie. He wondered if it was strange that he got off on all the other people checking out his husband’s bod. It made Ben proud and possessive.

    Kyle’s little tests were annoying but only because Ben wished he’d stop worrying and trust Ben to know what Ben wanted. It had started with holding Ben’s hand in public, snuggling on the couch while watching TV, kissing him in line at the grocery store, going to gay bars and now the swimsuit. What neither of them had expected was for Ben to like it, and he did. He loved anything that made them closer. At that moment all Ben could concentrate on was getting closer to Kyle’s throat from the inside.

    Speeding up, Ben fucked into Kyle’s squirming body. Changing the angle of his hips got him a squeak from Kyle. Ben couldn’t stop the cocky grin as Kyle tilted his ass and pushed it up for deeper access. Typical Kyle, first begging with his body. Ben knew it wouldn’t be long before he started begging out loud. Ben drew back further to shove his knees between Kyle’s legs. Kyle obliged and spread his legs wide as Ben drew himself up into a pushup position. He wanted to pound.

    Long strokes and Ben watched his cock disappear into Kyle’s body, faster and faster. “Oh, fuck me,” Kyle moaned softly. Ben wasn’t sure if Kyle was complaining or fighting his own arousal. He had to know so he pulled out with a sucking pop and flipped Kyle onto his back. He smiled at Kyle’s hard cock as he fell over him.

    He used his right hand to find Kyle’s asshole and plunged back inside to the sweet heat. “Wrap your legs around me and stroke yourself,” Ben commanded. It only took seconds to sort their bodies out, Kyle’s legs and left arm around Ben. “I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you so hold on, okay?”

    Kyle’s eyes were wide open now and he nodded, biting into his bottom lip. It turned Ben on. So close, face to face, Kyle’s eyes looked huge and dazed. Ben let his instincts take over as he slammed into his man. He kissed Kyle savagely, taking his whimpering cries into his own mouth. Ben could feel the orgasm building in the base of his spine. Kyle went off and his hole went off around Ben like a clenching fist, the perfect sensation to throw Ben into his completion.

    It was almost painful the way come spurted out of Ben’s cock, deep into Kyle’s ass. His nuts were running on empty and he grunted through it. The last few spurts made Ben feel like he might pass out. Kyle’s ass gave one last clench to his sensitive cock and he wanted to cry with how perfectly painful and pleasurable it felt.

    With the very last of his energy Ben pulled away. He fell onto his side and dragged Kyle bodily over him. They settled into their usual position for sleep with Kyle’s head on Ben’s chest and Kyle’s longer body curled around Ben, their legs tangled together.

    “I love you, Ben,” Kyle said softly. It was the first time either one of them had said it outside of a marriage vow.

    Unexpected tears gathered in Ben’s eyes and his throat felt tight. Still, he managed to get the words out, “I love you, too.” They just breathed together for a long time. The ocean air breezed in through their open balcony door, drying the sweat on both of them. Ben’s heart finally settled and he craned his neck to kiss the top of Kyle’s head.

    “I still think we should’ve gone with Greene-Wallace,” Kyle said. Ben couldn’t help the startled laugh that came out of him.

    “That sounds stupid, Mr. Wallace-Greene. That’s what someone would name a bacteria or an asteroid.”

    “Whatever you say, Mr. Wallace-Greene. Wake me up for dinner, I need protein. Then they’re having this couple’s thing after, we could check out.” Kyle’s voice didn’t sound quite right to Ben and he wondered if Kyle was feeling emotional too.

    “I was thinking after dinner we could try out some of those positions from your Gay Kama Sutra book.”

    “I confiscated that book,” Kyle protested.

    “I memorized all the best ones. Anyway, there’s this one where you balance upside down on your shoulders with your legs out and I sort of stand or lean over you…,” Ben thought he had it right and tried to picture it in his head.

    “Maybe. If you promise not to try and bone me before dinner,” Kyle said and tilted his head to see Ben. His eyes seemed a little shiny but Ben couldn’t care less. Everything was perfect.

    “I promise,” he solemnly vowed and kissed Kyle’s forehead. Kyle smiled and shook his head before settling back down. Seconds later his breathing evened out and Ben held his husband closer before closing his own eyes.


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  • My Tryst with A Jock

    FYI this is my first attempt at gay erotica. It’s not just all about the sex, there’s (hopefully) a story to it too that I’m wanting to develop over the next few chapters I’ve got cooking. Wholly dependent on whether anybody likes this, of course. So let me know.

    I welcome all manner of messages, so flick me an email. Apologies for the grammatical mistakes, I suck at proof reading and editing. So let me know your thoughts!

    IMPORTANT: This story follows the British education system, so when I say college, it means high school, and when I say university, it means college.


    Jared shivered uncontrollably, his pace quickening as he made his way up the winding road that lead to his school campus. The cold wintry blast was unexpected, covering much of the village with a fast thickening layer of snow, and ensuring the streets were devoid of people. He was careful to stay away from the patches of sidewalk illuminated by streetlamps, keeping to the shadows instead on the very off chance he was discovered by someone from school. But who would be out and about at this ungodly hour anyway?

    Other than him, that is.

    It was forbidden for students at St. Joseph Boy’s College to leave school grounds. The only exception were Saturdays when they were allowed to visit the village, and even then, there were set hours when they were allowed out.

    And today was not a Saturday. And the hour was late. Very late.

    This was one thing he despised about boarding school; not being able to come and go as he pleased. He couldn’t be any happier turning seventeen and finally starting his senior year, nominated as a prefect even, which made it a bit easier for him to move around.

    He glanced at his wristwatch. It was almost 5am in the morning. Time had passed too quickly; he had not realized the moment he had drifted off earlier.

    He blamed it all on Branson.

    A smile crossed his face at the thought of him. He was still recovering from another all night fuckfest with Branson, and he was already counting down the hours until he saw him next. But the more nights he spent at Branson’s flat, the harder it was for him to evade the persistent questions as to why he never spent the night over. Branson found it odd that he always left before dawn.

    Tonight was the first time he made the mistake of falling asleep. So comfortable in Branson’s arms, he didn’t realize the moment he had drifted off. And now he was rushing back to his campus in the early hours of the morning before people noticed him gone, every part of his body protesting at him for leaving the comfort of a warm place to brave the freezing darkness.

    A sudden cold blast of wind brought Jared back to the present. Beginning to feel worn down from the walk and extreme cold, he looked up to ascertain how close he was to the campus, and finally saw the spires of St. Joseph’s looming eerily in the distance, barely discernible in the darkness.

    He never felt happier in his life seeing the familiar turn off that lead up to the school gates. But instead of approaching the entrance, he made a turn and followed an off-road path through a grove until he made it to an obscure corner at the outskirts of the school grounds. He climbed the stone wall that ran the perimeter of the campus, and as discreetly as he could, made his way through the Bellevue Gardens, past the frozen lake, and up a small sloping hill that lead to the southern courtyard. The Fisher Building was thankfully shrouded in darkness; he could see no lit windows, which meant he still had time to make it to his dorm before people awakened. He climbed the window at the rear of the Fisher Building he had left unlocked, then quietly crept down the corridor towards his dorm room.

    Just when he thought he was safe from prying eyes, out of nowhere, a pair of hands grabbed him from behind, sending a jolt of fear down his spine.

    “Oy!”

    He turned around and looked up at the young and handsome face of Mr. Daniels, the English instructor, who also served as one of their dormitory supervisors.

    “Oh, Mr. Daniels! It’s you,” he said, his heart thumping uncomfortably against his rib cage. “You scared me.”

    Piercing blue eyes peered at him over thin rimmed spectacles. “And so you should be. I don’t need to remind you that students are not allowed to be outside their dorms at this hour.”

    Jared tried to calm his fast beating heart. “Sorry sir, what I meant was… for a moment there I thought I was going to be murdered. I’m relieved to see it’s you.” But no sooner had his heart slowed beating from being spooked, it start quickening again, gazing into Mr. Daniel’s eyes.

    He had been crushing on Mr. Daniels since he first saw him, but he knew there was nothing he could do about his feelings, nor would anything good could come of it. Never mind the fact that there could be absolutely nothing sexual between a student and teacher, but this one in particular was also straight. A beautiful woman, who was obviously his girlfriend, visited him every few months up at school. He was so besotted with Mr. Daniels that he had planned elaborate scenarios in his head where Pretty Miss Blonde (which was what everyone at school called her) would die and Mr. Daniels would seek solace in the arms of a student. Specifically him.

    He couldn’t help but sigh at the thought of Mr. Daniels in his arms.

    Dreams were certainly free.

    But it didn’t hurt to look, as his eyes appreciatively took in Mr. Daniels gorgeous features; from his square jaw that could chisel granite, high cheekbones, slanted eyebrows that contrasted heavily to his warm piercing blue eyes, to his wide delectable mouth that was currently pursed with disapproval. His crew cut sandy blonde hair was gelled back in perpetual neatness, something Jared often fantasized about; what would he look like in the mornings without all that gel on? In fact, what did he look like behind all those sensible yet dull clothing? He could never remember a time when he saw Mr. Daniels wearing anything other than a sleeveless turtleneck over a crisp ironed shirt, with matching black Dockers and loafers. Even now, at the crack of dawn, Mr. Daniels was wearing exactly that. But for reasons unknown to him, he found Mr. Daniels whole aesthetics to be such a turn on. Then again, Mr. Daniels was such a heartthrob he probably looked just as good wearing a sack of potatoes.

    Dammit, why do you have to be so hot?

    “Relief aside, what do you have to say for yourself? I know you’ve been sneaking out,” Mr. Daniels prompted, snapping him out of his current train of thought.

    He grimaced, beginning to fidget uncomfortably. For the life of him, he couldn’t think of good a excuse. Before he could think of something to say, Mr. Daniels spoke again.

    “Not exactly what I’d expect from our school leadership. You’re supposed to lead by example, and sneaking out late at night and returning at the early hours of dawn, for the past week no less, is not a very good example.”

    He paled. How did Mr. Daniels know he’d been sneaking out all week? He was so careful with his movements after hours. It doesn’t matter, he told himself; he knows! And if he knows, he’s going to report him to the Principal. Or even worse, get his parents involved. And that’s the last thing he needed, was to hear from his exceptionally strict, and easily aggravated parents.

    “H-How did you k-know–?”

    “How I know is the least of your worries, Jared,” replied Mr Daniels, in a very serious tone. Jared knew he was in for some serious shit.

    “Mr. Daniels, sir, I can’t begin to apologize for my behaviour –“

    Mr. Daniels raised an eyebrow, trying to suppress a smile that suddenly began tugging at the corners of his mouth. Being one of the new additions to the staff, and only graduating two years prior with his degree in English Literature from Cambridge, he still couldn’t get used to being referred to as ‘sir’. Every time he heard it, he had to stifle an insane urge to laugh aloud.

    “Settle down, you’re not in trouble,” Mr Daniels interrupted, holding up a hand to shush him. His face relaxed, and whatever stern expression he had on was soon replaced by a grin. Chuckling, he reached out and patted Jared on the shoulder.

    Jared felt a prickle of awareness shoot down his arm, spreading a peculiar warmness to the rest of his body.

    “Huh?”

    “I used to be your age too, not so long ago I might add,” Mr. Daniels said.

    “I know what it’s like not having the freedom you want at your age. You’re not a kid anymore, I believe you’re old enough to make your own decisions.

    Just try not to stay out too late next time –“

    Jared, who was preparing for a telling off, looked at him in confusion.

    Mr. Daniels continued, “– and when you’re out, I trust you’re being responsible. Use protection with the ladies, ‘kay? Now go change out of your wet clothes before you freeze to death.” And with that, he spun on his heels and strode off. Jared stared after him as he disappeared around the corner.

    That was unexpected.

    He slipped into his dorm room before anybody else noticed him awake.

    What just happened, he wondered. Granted, he’s never had any trouble with Mr. Daniels before. In fact, other than being outright brilliant, he was also a very fair instructor. But being fair didn’t mean he necessarily let anybody off the hook easily. Quite the contrary. He’d known many instances where Mr. Daniels had reported students for way smaller infractions, so it made him wonder why he let him go without any punishment.

    Don’t over-think it. The man just did you a massive favour, why are you even questioning it?

    But he couldn’t help but feel there was more to Mr. Daniels actions than met the eye, he just couldn’t put his finger on it.

    He shed his wet clothes and dried off, and soon caught sight of his naked body in the mirror. He was over six feet tall, with a developing man’s muscled body; solid arms that flexed in all its sinewy glory, a wide chest that tapered down to a thin stomach beginning to bulge with abs, and with large muscled thighs that was testament to his physical prowess on the track field. But his face betrayed his age; despite his angular jaw, straight nose, and deep set brown eyes, his skin was baby soft and smooth, a trait that gave away his youth.

    It was his voice that threw people off. Deep and rich, his serious tone commanded attention and respect, making him sound older and wiser than his mere seventeen years.

    He hopped into bed and pulled the duvet over him, his mind drifting to the events of the past hour.

    He wondered if it would be wise to sneak out again to see Branson. Being a teenager meant he was horny all the time, and fucking was on his mind every minute of the day. But finally losing his virginity, and experiencing the sheer MAGIC that was sex, he knew he would go crazy if he didn’t get his fill again soon. And even though Saturday was only a few days away when he could see Branson again without getting into trouble, it might as well have been a lifetime away. He wasn’t sure he could last that long.

    In any case, just because Mr. Daniels was okay with his sneaking out, didn’t mean he had to take advantage of the situation. Especially since Mr. Daniels wasn’t the only dorm supervisor.

    As if he needed anymore to add on to his current dilemma, his mobile vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw a message from Branson.

    He felt his cock stir.

    ‘Hey babe, hd fn 2nite. Luvd that fat cock up my ass. Nxt tym u shld let me fuk u, u’ll luv it too.”

    He smiled and fired off a quick reply:

    ‘I’ll fink abt it. Hv a good night sexy… Wats left of it neway.’

    Something else that was forbidden on campus. Mobile phones. He switched his off and put it away.

    Spending time with Branson was exciting. He had only experimented with a few boys before, mostly mutual jerk offs with blow jobs far and few in between. Branson was the first man he had ever gone all the way with. He thought back to that first moment when he had slipped his cock into Branson’s hole, the shivers of pleasure that emanated from the tip of his dick to the rest of his body was pure bliss.

    Branson was a student at the local university whom he had met recently. On the previous Saturday morning, Jared was meant to meet up with a friend at a cafe in the village. He had already spent at least half an hour waiting when his friend texted he couldn’t make it. Feeling a bit let down, he ordered a cup of steaming hot coffee and sat by the window, sipping it tentatively while casting his eyes around the half empty cafe. It was then he noticed a man in the far corner of the room, a pencil poised thoughtfully in his mouth while pouring over textbooks.

    He studied him for a few minutes; the man, who looked like he was in his early to late twenties, was effortlessly attractive in a somewhat nerdy way.

    And he was drawn to those who had an intellectual appeal to them. He didn’t know what he hoped to achieve, but he picked up his coffee, and walked over.

    “Hey, mind if I sit?”

    Normally Branson would be annoyed if someone bothered him while he was in the middle of studying. He didn’t care much for conversation with people he didn’t know either, but he was taken aback when he looked up and saw an exceptionally good looking boy hovering over him. He was immediately drawn in.

    “Sure thing,” he replied unsteadily, removing his bag from the adjacent seat.

    “Sorry to be random, I’m Jared. You looked like you needed a break… so, uh, thought I’d come over and say hi,” Jared said, replacing the empty seat.

    Branson laughed, more than was possibly necessary. “Uh, thanks I guess?” He shyly scratched the back of his head. “Yeah, I have a paper due next week.

    Just started on it and I’m already getting a headache,” he said, reaching across the table with his hand outstretched. “I’m Branson by the way.”

    Jared nodded and took Branson’s hand, “Nice to meet you.” He slowly let go.

    “So what do you study if you don’t mind my asking?”

    “I’m doing a conjoint, Law and Computer Science. I know, weird combination,” Branson sighed. “Can’t wait to get both over and done with.

    How about you?”

    “Oh, a bit of this and a bit of that,” Jared replied evasively. “Haven’t really decided what to settle on yet.”

    “Ahh, so you’re a first year,” Branson said, making the assumption Jared was in university.

    Jared didn’t correct him.

    They spoke for a few minutes, with Branson hanging onto every word Jared spoke. He felt waves of warmness wash over him listening to Jared’s deep voice, a warmness that spread to every part of his body.

    At the same time, he tried to subtly take in every exquisite feature of this gorgeous human being.

    He tried to be nonchalant, and not stare too much but he couldn’t help but be entranced by those sensual lips that begged to be kissed, a solid clean cut jaw he wanted to reach out and caress, and deep brown eyes one could get lost in. His dark hair was also ruffled, and it took everything in his willpower not to reach out and run his hands through it. His eyes strayed down Jared’s frame, and even under the thick t-shirt and loose fitting jeans, he could tell this kid had a tight muscled body. He felt his cock stiffen uncomfortably.

    Jared’s lips curved into a smile; he didn’t have much experience sexually, but it sure as hell felt like he was being checked out. What are the chances this guy was gay?

    Could he be this lucky? Chatting up someone who was not only good looking, but who also possibly batted for the same team?

    Maybe I do have a gaydar.

    You could never be too sure, though. He decided to test him out.

    Branson was in the middle of a sentence when he cut in. “Excuse me for a sec, I need to take a piss,” he said in a tone that suggested otherwise. He stood up, adjusted his crotch subtly enough that Branson noticed, and walked off towards the bathroom.

    The message wasn’t lost on Branson. Nor did he didn’t hesitate. Shoving his books into his bag, he waited for about minute, then stood up and followed Jared.

    Jared was standing by the farthest urinal, his back facing the door.

    Branson nervously approached him, starting to feel unsure. Maybe he misread Jared’s intentions?

    He chose the urinal next to Jared, their shoulders mere inches from each other. “I guess I needed to chuck a piss too,” he ventured lamely.

    Jared smiled at him, and without saying a word, bumped his shoulder ever so slightly against his.

    Whatever doubt Branson had dissipated when he realized that Jared had long finished pissing, yet was still standing by the urinal. He, too, finished and found himself standing there as well, his cock beginning to grow in his hand. Not able to wait any longer, with eyes diverted and heart beginning to pump nervously, he reached out and cautiously found his way towards Jared’s dick. He didn’t expect it to be rock solid. He wrapped his hand around the thick pulsating member, feeling the blood and heat throbbing in his palm. He gulped audibly. Jared’s size was intimidating!

    Jared moaned as Branson slowly began pumping his cock.

    “You like that?” Branson said, gaining confidence, stroking Jared’s velvety textured manhood back and forth.

    “Yeah, that feels amazing,” Jared replied breathlessly, beginning to feel the euphoria build up within him. “Don’t stop…”

    Branson started jerking his own cock, his eyes carefully trained on Jared. Seeing the bliss etched on Jared’s face was making him extremely horny.

    “Maybe we should get out of here,” Branson whispered. He wanted to take Jared somewhere where he could rip his clothes off and do unimaginable things to him.

    But Jared was too forgone at that stage, he wanted Branson then and there.

    “Let’s go in here,” he said, pulling Branson into the closest bathroom stall. No sooner had Branson closed the door behind him when Jared’s mouth claimed his in a hungry frenzy, his hands freely running all over his body.

    “You’re fucking hot,” Branson choked out in the middle of their passionate kissing. Jared laughed, not so much at Branson’s compliment, but more at the absurdity of his day — his only plan was coffee with a friend, but instead, he was now hooking up with a guy he only met moments earlier.

    Branson dropped down to his knees, and pulled Jared’s jeans to his ankles.

    Jared’s cock sprang forth in all its masculine glory, fully erect, its sheer size even more prominent up close. “You’re huge, man. I don’t even know if I can get my mouth around that thing,” Branson said, looking up and connecting eyes with Jared.

    “You won’t know until you give it a go,” Jared replied cheekily. He held onto the back of Branson’s head and guided him towards his cock, already beginning to drip pre-cum in anticipation.

    Branson immediately closed around Jared’s sensitive cockhead, teasing at the already leaking lilt, and sending Jared close to the edge.

    “Dude… yeah, just like that.” Jared pushed more of his length into Branson’s mouth, and Branson let him willingly, slowly at first, until all of Jared’s dick was buried at the back of his throat.

    Branson’s gag reflex kicked in and he tried to pull back, but Jared’s hands tightly held onto the back of his head, holding him in place. Wanting to breathe, and with his nostrils nestled in Jared’s pubes, he inhaled deeply, and the smell of fresh soap enveloped his senses. His throat relaxed, and guided by Jared’s hands, he began sucking, his head moving in sensual back and forth motions.

    Shivers of insane pleasure wracked Jared’s body, as he consciously tried to hold back from cumming. He dug his nails into Branson’s scalp, while in turn, Branson held on to his ass cheeks, massaging them, and running his hands up and down his muscled back.

    They were soon disrupted when someone entered the bathroom singing, and began pissing noisily in the next stall. Branson didn’t stop right away, but instead, slowly let Jared’s dick flop out of his mouth, and just as slowly, left quiet trails of kisses up along Jared’s washboard hard stomach, until he was standing back up.

    “I don’t usually do this, I’m not sure what’s come over me.” Branson whispered, breathing heavily into Jared’s ear.

    “Me neither.”

    “Keen to come to my place?” Branson asked, as they both straightened up upon hearing the bathroom empty again. “Or else we could go to yours if you prefer.”

    “No, your place is fine.” There was no chance he’d be able to sneak Branson up to his room. Nor did he think it would be wise to tell him that he was still in college.

    It wasn’t a long walk. As it turned out, Branson’s flat was conveniently just around the corner from the cafe. “Wait here, I just need to check if my flatmate is home.” Branson already knew his flatmate wouldn’t be around, not that it mattered since his flatmate knew he was gay and didn’t have any trouble with him bringing guys home. No, he wanted an excuse to quickly pop into his room to clean it as best he could before bringing Jared inside. After throwing all his clothes that littered his floor into the closet, and straightening up his bed as best he could, he ran back outside to grab Jared before he changed his mind and left. He was relieved to find Jared standing in the same spot he left him.

    “Sorry about that,” Branson said, leading Jared inside.

    Jared smiled shyly and didn’t say anything. His eyes took in the small flat; the place was, in a word, messy. Surfaces were covered with all manner of books and papers, the floor barely navigable with random bits and pieces, and the kitchen overflowing with unwashed dishes that looked like they’d been there for weeks, if not months.

    Branson cringed inwardly, and made a mental note to clean. He wanted nothing more than for the floor to open up and swallow him whole. How embarrassing, bringing a hot guy home to this filth, he thought to himself.

    “My room’s just here,” he said, nodding down the direction of the hallway.

    He wanted to get Jared away from the embarrassment that was the rest of his flat as quickly as possible.

    Branson’s room was slightly better.

    But what Branson didn’t know was how fascinated Jared was. Virtually growing up in boarding school, being neat and clean was something they drilled into him. Being in an environment where you made your own decisions, and in this case choose to live in present conditions, was such a foreign concept to Jared. It was strangely appealing to him.

    A manly musk hung in the air, and Jared inhaled deeply, beginning to harden again. It was the smell of stale sweat, and dirty socks, mixed with something else inherently masculine his nose couldn’t identify. He was extremely turned on; he wasn’t exactly sure why, but there was something unsettlingly sexy about being in an unkempt room of a university stud. He sat down on the edge of Branson’s bed, and patted the empty spot next to him, indicating for Branson to sit.

    “I, uh… I’m sorry about the mess,” Branson said.

    “Doesn’t bother me at all,” Jared replied smiling. He wasn’t sure he could wait any longer, his hard dick painfully looking for release. Without saying another word, he reached over and grabbed Branson’s hand, and guided it to his throbbing cock. Branson’s eyes widened.

    “I see you’re already raring to go,” Branson laughed nervously. He was once again awestruck at how massive Jared’s member was.

    Jared slowly leaned in and planted a soft kiss on Branson’s lips.

    Branson responded, leaning in closer himself, and returned the kiss, gently plying Jared’s lips open with his tongue.

    Their tongues danced in each other’s mouths, slowly at first, until the urgency began to take over. Jared reached out and took off Branson’s clothes, throwing them in a pile on the floor. He then pushed Branson flat on the bed and straddled him, his eyes hungrily taking in the masculine sight in front of him, before his head dived and took one of Branson’s nipples in his mouth.

    Branson cried out in pain as Jared rolled one of his nipples between his teeth, wetting it with spit, before giving his pain reprieve by engulfing his nipple with his mouth and soft tongue. He then did the same with Branson’s other nipple, while running his hands through his hair. Branson lay there writhing in pleasure, his eyes rapt with attention, taking in the sight of this gorgeous human being worshipping his chest.

    But it wasn’t enough for Branson. He wanted more. So he pushed Jared back, and undressed him in return, his eyes unmoving and wide at attention, taking in every little detail of this God’s body. His room was flooded with natural light from his nearby window, the afternoon glow highlighting all the ridges of Jared’s hard pecs and abs. His hands went on a roving mission, feeling all the hard places of Jared’s body, until he once again grabbed hold of Jared’s cock.

    “Your turn,” Branson whispered, pushing Jared off of him until he lay on his back. He then rolled onto Jared, their bodies lying in unison together, as he began rubbing his hard on against Jared.

    Their lips met again while their bodies touched and familiarized themselves with each other.

    Branson began to feel a burning emptiness inside him, one he knew all too well, so he whispered into Jared’s ear, “I want you to fuck me. ” Jared didn’t need to be told twice. He disengaged himself and got up, positioning himself behind Branson and pulling him towards his way, until Branson was on all fours with his round bubble butt in his face. He left trails of kisses along Branson’s back, until he reached his butt, and then tentatively licked along the divide. A moan of pleasure escaped Branson’s lips.

    Jared, encouraged, then pulled Branson’s ass cheeks apart, and earnestly began licking in between until his tongue found its mark; Branson’s tight pink hole. His tongue began stabbing at it, alternating between soft licks, and hard violent rimming.

    “Oh, my God! Please… please don’t stop,” Branson begged, not daring to touch his own throbbing cock in fear of cumming too soon. He wanted to milk every moment as much as he possibly could.

    Although Jared was a novice to lovemaking, he had read enough to know what to do. He spat on one of his fingers, and gently pushed against Branson’s hole.

    Another moan escaped Branson’s lips.

    He pushed in and out, until he could feel Branson getting used to it. He then spat on two fingers, and probed again. He did the same thing, until he was on his third finger. It was now or never.

    “Do you have a condom?” Jared asked sheepishly.

    “Shit… that totally slipped my mind,” Branson replied, reaching into his bedside table and pulling out both a condom and lube. “Here you go, man.”

    “Or maybe you can put it on for me. That’d be hot.”

    Branson smiled. Yes. Yes, it would be hot indeed.

    He turned around and began sucking Jared’s monstrosity of a cock while both his hands urgently ripping the condom packet open. He wasn’t sure how he’d get Jared’s cock inside him, but in the heat of the moment, it didn’t matter — all he wanted was to have this man inside him, no matter what it took.

    “There you go.” The condom was a tight fit. Branson smiled and kissed Jared before turning around on all fours again.

    Jared lubed up his cock as well as Branson’s hole. Whatever easing his fingers did earlier to Branson’s hole was useless, he was far too big. It took some patience, and serious relaxing, for his cock to finally break past the tight barrier.

    They both moaned aloud. Jared particularly revelled in the moment. He was, for all intents and purposes, not a virgin anymore. In his excitement, he began pumping his cock into Branson, beginning to get lost in the spikes of pleasure that snaked its way from the tip of his wood, to every part of his body.

    Branson’s hole was on fire, the pain almost unbearable, yet, at the same time sending shivers of magic to the rest of his body as well. He bit his lip and took it like a man, until finally, the pain began to subside and he feel nothing but pure unadulterated bliss.

    “Fuck me, fuck me hard!” He called out. Jared gladly obliged, and picked up the pace, ramming hard and repeatedly into Branson’s hole, his hands grasping each side of Branson tightly.

    “Do you like that, huh? Do you like my cock buried inside you?” Jared asked, sweat beginning to drip from his forehead.

    Branson was a sucker for dirty talk. He could cum hands free just hearing a hot man’s voice taking charge, and saying nasty to things to him. “Yeah, fuck that boy pussy,” he responded. “Fuck it nice and hard…”

    Jared became insane with wanton lust. Without warning, he pulled out, grabbed hold of Branson and flipped him over until he was lying on his back.

    “Better watch what you say, or I’ll make you regret it,” Jared spoke in a low tone, his eyes filled with burning need.

    “I doubt it.”

    Jared hiked both Branson’s legs over his shoulders, and found his way once again to Branson’s hole.

    Branson winced again in pain. This time, Jared had hit his prostate. He mentally prepared himself for the next stab, fully knowing he wouldn’t last long in this position.

    Their eyes bore into each other as they began moving in rhythm, with Jared’s cock finding its mark over and over again. Sweat began leaking from every crevice of his body, dripping all over Branson. They were both a sweaty mess.

    Branson was right. He tried to withhold it, but he couldn’t — Jared was positioned exactly right to hit his prostate continually. He finally shut his eyes and decided to give in.

    Their breaths began to shallow, and the room thickened with the heat and the smell of sweaty sex. This was home stretch.

    “Dude… dude… I’m… I’m going to cum,” Branson moaned almost nonsensically. “Please… please make me cum… fuck me hard boy…”

    Jared rammed into him even harder than before, he too, feeling the need to bust.

    Branson’s body began to shiver, and he lost control. Without even touching himself, an explosion issued from the tip of his dick, and strings of thick juicy cum splattered all over his body, some even hitting his face. “Fuck yeah! Oh my God, fuck yeah!” He screamed, his orgasm wracking his entire being.

    But Jared wasn’t done. He continued to pump furiously, even more turned on at the sight of this guy covered in sweat and cum. He leaned low, and licked up some of the man juices, and began making out with Branson.

    Finally, when he couldn’t take it anymore, he too shut his eyes and screamed out, “I’m cumming! Fuck, I’m cumming!” He succumbed to the explosion of orgasmic pleasure, lost in the moment and never wanting it to end. For a few seconds, he was transported to another world. A world of pure, and intense magic. He had cummed a million times before, but never like this. How was this even possible? How can such magic exist in the world, he asked himself mentally, as he slowly, ever so slowly, was brought back to earth.

    He opened his eyes and was met by Branson’s smiling face. Everything came back into focus as he became aware once again of his surroundings. He slowly pulled out, his cock still fully erect.

    “Wow… that was… that was amazing,” Jared ventured, collapsing on top of Branson.

    “Dude, you have no idea… that was the most intense orgasm I’ve had.

    Ever.”

    “Me too, that was a whole other experience,” Jared agreed. “We should do this more often.”

    “You won’t hear any complaints from me,” Branson replied laughing.

    They got up and cleaned themselves. Jared was in the middle of putting on his clothes when Branson stopped him. “I know this sounds weird… but could I keep your boxers? For, uh, keepsakes.”

    “Sure, why not?” Jared replied easily as he took off his boxers and tossed it to Branson. He was deeply turned on, but mostly flattered, that someone would want to keep one of his dirty underwear.

    “Thanks. But I’m being serious though… that was probably the most memorable fuck I’ve had,” Branson said almost shyly.

    “Trust me, it was more memorable for me than it was for you.”

    “I sure hope so,” Branson replied.

    “Anyway, I should probably get going,” said Jared.

    A flash of disappointment crossed Branson’s face. He had a sinking feeling he probably wouldn’t see this guy again. But his disappointment was short-lived.

    “Maybe we should exchange numbers? I’d love to meet up again… if you’re keen, of course.” said Jared.

    Branson tried to temper the excitement welling up within him. “Yes, that’d be great.”

    As soon as they exchanged numbers, they kissed passionately before Jared finally left.

    Jared had then snuck out and spent every evening that week at Branson’s place.

    He relished the opportunity to explore his sexuality, especially from someone older who knew what they were doing, very much unlike the few boys he had experimented with at St. Joseph’s. But even Branson, who was five years older and more experienced than him, wasn’t prepared at how passionate and hungry Jared was when it came to sex. He soon found that he had an insatiable appetite for fucking.

    Lying in his bed in his dorm room, and reliving the events of the past week, was beginning to turn Jared on again, even after his sex marathon with Branson earlier. But, when his hand found his cock, and he began to jerk off, it wasn’t Branson’s face that filled his imagination. It was Mr. Daniels.

  • Naked New Year

    “Wake up boo, we’re home.”

    I open my eyes, and see the city lights welcoming me back. Joe and I road tripped to Aspen and back over Christmas, and made it home in time to take in the new year.

    We get up to the apartment, and I stumble in after Joe. He grabs my face, and kisses me.

    “Welcome home baby, I’ll put you to bed.”

    He slides off the Ralph Lauren leather pea coat he got me for Christmas, draping it over the side chair. He removes my clothes, and helps me in bed. I feel him crawl in behind me, and his arms around my chest. He’s been growing his chest hair and happy trail out since fall, and it’s soft and warm against my smooth back. I smell his Gucci cologne, and feel his warm breath on my neck and earlobe…

    I wake up New Year’s Eve in Joe’s arms. We’re both completely naked, and wrapped up in blankets and pillows. I hear the familiar sounds of day, and immediately check my phone out of habit. No emails, and then I remember it’s a holiday. Joe stirs behind me, and I feel the familiar hardness of my baby against my bare ass. He pulls closer to me, and lightly thrusts up my back. I can feel a little wetness on my back, and Joe moans in my ear.

    “Mmm, baby, I want to be inside you right now.”

    “Mmm, give it to be Daddy.”

    I turn to face him, and our lips lock. He’s so passionate, and horny. He pins me against the mattress with his hands over my wrists, and he hunches over me, working his lips over my neck and chest, grinding his dick against mine, and poking the head between my thighs, and under my balls. He works his way down my body, pulling at my belly button with his teeth, and lightly biting down my faint happy trail, nuzzling his face in my shortly trimmed pubes. He wakens my dick with his tongue, and I instantly become hard. He slurps at my dick hungrily, and takes each ball in his mouth. He nibbles on my sack, pulling at the little extra skin, with each bite. He gets me hard, and then pushes my thighs up, and to the side. He bites down my right cheek, spreading them wide, and flicking his tongue against my hole. I sigh loudly, and reach my hand down, to run through his hair, while he licks all around my hole, lightly tongue fucking me. I feel my lips pucker, and plump, as he teases them with his teeth and tongue. He flips his tongue inside each side of my hole, popping out the lipped sides, and making me gape for him.

    A few minutes of sucking, slurping, and tonguing my hole, Joe turne me all the way on my side, and pushes up on my right leg. I feel him guide his hard dick into me.

    “Mmmm, you feel so good in me baby…”

    “I love bein inside you baby.”

    I pull my right leg up to my chest, while Joe slides in and out of me with ease. I turn my face to the pillow, and moan loudly. He pulls at my face, and kisses me passionately. We fuck on our sides for a few minutes, and then Joe pulls out, and turns me on my back. I look up in his eyes, while he spreads my legs softly, and slides inside me, with my legs to the side. I wrap them tightly around his waist, with my heels pulling at his ass cheeks. He moans, and smirks, and he comes in for more kissing. He braces himself on his forearms and elbows at my sides, and rests his face against mine, breathing into my ear.

    “Alex, you’re all mine…I love you.”

    “Mm….I love you too Joe. I love you inside me”

    He speeds up his motions, and I feel and hear his balls slapping against my lower ass. His thick pubes are brushing against my balls, and it adds to the sensuality of our love making. I hold onto him under his arms, feeling his muscular back, as he flexes with each thrust.

    “Baby, I’m gonna cum soon…are you ready?”

    “Mmm, I’m always ready baby…give it to me Daddy!”

    “Fuuuuuuuccccccckkkkkk!”

    He stops thrusting, and bites softly, but firmly into my neck, while his dick throbs and jerks inside of me. He’s hunched over me, and giving me quick little thrusts as he busts a nut inside me. He shakes just a little, and I wrap my arms around his neck, holding him while he cums. He’s still twitching inside me, as he pulls away to look at me in the eyes.

    “Damn, you get me so hot.”

    He nibbles on my lower lip, and I feel him slowly start to calm inside me. His dick is slowly flexing, massaging me on the inside. I feel him rubbing lightly against the walls of my inner ass, and it feels so good. He slowly pulls out, and lays next to me. I adjust accordingly, and feel him resting his dick inside the small of my back, and up my lower spine. He holds onto me, and we talk about Christmas, and the memories we made with his family.

    His sister had coordinated the Aspen adventure, and we had driven out there, seeing sites and parks along the way. I feel like we grew closer on the road. Neither of us in our element, and having to figure out the path as we went. I’m not that domesticated, so we had no beverages or snacks packed, and we had to stop at the most random places along the way. We did get lost when we pulled off in Stuart, IA, to stay at a hotel called AmericInn. We went out the next day to find a restaurant, and it took a couple hours of driving around to figure out how to get back to 80 West! He’s quite the navigator, and we only used Siri twice. We had loud sex at the hotel, and had slept in, which may have been the reason we got lost. I’m amazed by this man.

    Joe kissed my neck, and whispered,

    “Let’s take a shower boo.”

    We took our time in the shower, and Joe washed me as usual. We toweled each other off, and I followed him into the kitchen. He made us a giant omelette, and I fed him, while we watched cartoon network. We were naked the whole time, which felt really comfortable, except when I dropped some egg on my inner thigh…It was hot, and not in a good way. Joe sprawled out on the couch, head in my lap, while I ran my fingers through his hair, playing with the stubble on his face. He playfully bit at my fingertips, and held my right hand with his.

    After a couple of hours, Joe challenged me to Scrabble. I got up, and got the game out of the storage ottoman, pushing it aside, and sitting cross legged on the rug. Joe slid off the sofa, and sat across from me. I love how broad his shoulders are, the way his chest hair starts just under his collar, down the center of his pecs, and spreads to his nipples. The hairline down the center of his body, getting thicker as it trails down to his overwhelming bush, around his meaty dick…where our babies live…Mmm….

    He kills my ass at Scrabble, with all the two letter words, and hitting almost every triple word score! He’s a good winner though, he never lets anyone feel bad. I was a little disappointed, but it’s just a game.

    “Come over here.”

    I scoot over by Joe, and he takes my hands in his, kissing each palm. He tells me a story about being overseas, and thinking about when we first met. He tells me how he’s always wanted what we have. His voice is so calming, and I get lost in his words. I just want to hold onto him forever.

    I feel goosebumps on my body, and I get up to straddle Joe. He leans back against the sofa, with his arms draped over the edge of the overstuffed cushions. I press into him tightly, and feel our body heat mix, taking in the faint scent of his musk. His body is soft and furry against mine, and I feel his shaft beneath my balls. He runs his hands up and down my spine, and makes me shudder. I slide my hands down his chest and abs, and reach under to take hold of his manhood. He sighs as I slowly start to massage his shaft, and finger under his balls. His pubes are soft and fluffy against my figertips. He quickly hardens to my touch, and His hardon forces past my balls and dick pushing them to the side, and standing straight out of the mass of hair. I get up and walk through the living room, to the hall, and into our bedroom. I retrieve a bottle of KY, and come back to see Joe on his back, hands behind his head, dick straight up in the air, watching the TV. I straddle him again, and squirt some KY on his dick, slowly massaging him, with both hands. I squirted some more KY into my hand, and reached back to lube myself up. I felt Joe reach behind, and put a couple fingers inside. I instantly got hard, and moaned loudly. I lean forward and kiss him deeply. I scoot up, and position my ass right over his dick. I slowly lower myself down onto him, and my thighs grip his waist tighter. I start bouncing myself up and down on his dick, feeling him hit deep within me over and over again. I start to jerk myself at the same time, and quickly reach orgasm. I don’t hold anything back, as I shoot all over his abs and chest. He starts to rub my cum into his skin and hair, as I continue to ride his dick.

    It’s been a few minutes, and I’m feeling the tightness in my thighs, calves, and abs. I lean back, bracing myself on my elbows, slowly grinding up and down, massaging his dick inside me. Joe sits up, cupping his hands under my ass cheeks, and positioning himself in a dominating role over me. I stretch my legs out, pushing up on the balls of my feet, feeling my ass rest down ontop of his thighs. He handles me behind my lower back, pulling at my waist, and pushing deep in with his dick. I’m against the sofa, and he’s in me, thrusting deep with each push. I hang on to his neck as the motions quicken, his face contorting with pleasure.

    “Joe…I wanna see you cum…”

    “You don’t want it inside?”

    “I do, but ….can you…let me watch?”

    “…Okay….you can watch…”

    Breathlessly, he slows his motions, and pulls out of me.

    “Where do you want me to blow?”

    “Let me jerk you off til you cum.”

    He leans back, and lays down onto the rug, where he was previously. I squirt more KY into my palm, and start to jerk him quickly. He bites his lower lip, and arches his back.

    “Okay boo, I’m gonna blow!”

    “Alright baby, blow!”

    He starts to thrust at the hips, fucking my closed fist, as his cum shoots out in thick ropes, splattering across his abs and chest, mixing with the dried spots where I had previously cum on him. His load lasts almost a minute, and then the spurts stop, and his dick calms beneath my grip. I continue to slide my closed fist up and down his rock hard shaft. He twitches and moans loudly,

    “Whoa baby…okay…it’s sensitive..”

    I let go, and his dick flops against his abs. I lay next to him, panting along with him, and we catch our breath. A few minutes pass by and we get up and shower again. It’s almost dinner time, and Joe orders New Venus, and we eat at the table, naked. We don’t say much, but it’s one of those dinners, where you keep eye contact, and then giggle about nothing. I felt myself blushing, thinking about what had just happened, twice. He gets up and walks to the kitchen, and I turn to watch his furry ass walk by. He goes to the freezer, and gets the frozen yogurt out, bringing 2 servings to the table. We share spoonfuls, and end up making out across the table.

    After washing the table off, and doing the dishes, we settle back in the living room, and Joe puts in Breakfast at Tiffany’s. I sit in between his legs, and find myself dozing off midway through. I wake up again, with prodding from Joe. He’s watching CNN, and I get up to go to the bathroom. I come back out of the bathroom, and find him waiting for me in bed. I slide in beside him, and nestle into his open arm. It’s only 10:30, but it was one of those things, where you’re so relaxed, that you don’t care about anything. We fall asleep, having spent the entire day naked.

    The next morning I wake up, and Joe is already having coffee and breakfast, on his phone at the table. I wrap up in a sheet, and shuffle out to him. He pulls me in for a kiss, and asks how I’m feeling. I nod and smile, collapsing against him.

    “Whoa, you have to get ready for work silly boy. It’s almost 9:00”

    “Can’t we just stay in bed and be naked again?”

    “Noooooo, we can do that later. I mean it Alex, get going.”

    I shuffle back into the room, letting the sheet fall off of me, dragging it by a corner, and glancing over my shoulder to see him staring at me.

    I pull on a pair of Costume National leather pants, and a tribal printed cardigan and military trench from Zara. I tousle my locks with Paul Mitchell, and grab a pair of Cazals on my way to the door. Joe gets in after me, and we’re off. Later that evening we made love again, and celebrated our “New Year” out with friends that night at karaoke. Our naked New Year was a blast, ball drop or not.


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  • Changed?

    Richard curled into the fetal position on the table, its dark green surface cool against the touch of his skin. He could not block the world out, his senses keeping him in the reality he now faced. His ass hurt from being fucked for the first time, cum dribbled out, cold when exposed to the air; he could taste his captor’s cum still; his cock was limp and touched the table behind his knees, and he could feel the piercings in his skin. He was left completely alone, hairless and naked, and yet he also felt a twinge of joy at the situation. As the sense of joy seeped into his thoughts, Richard wished he were dead; clearly, half of his feelings were not his own anymore.

    From behind, the table’s console made a barely audible beep. Its surface rippled and stretched, snaking another probe upwards and seeking Richard ‘s sensitive hole. Richard struggled as he was bonded; prevented from moving. The probe penetrated him, much gentler than his captor had been. A moan of pleasure escaped from him as the probe gently began to expand, widening itself in Richard ‘s hole until the flesh could expand no more. As the probe began to vibrate, Richard cursed for whatever the captor have done to him as he tried to shift away from it and escape further violation, but found it was too far inside of him. He sighed, his body impaled anally on a giant vibrator.

    He shifted his position again, stretching his legs to their full length. He briefly admired their musculature before frowning as his new penis entered view. It was apparently longer, and proportionately thicker, with a beautiful hood of foreskin covering the head. His balls were equally impressive, perfectly smooth as they rested in their pouch. He felt equally bitter.

    He glanced down at his chest, seeing his buff, defined pecs and ripped abdomen. His captor had known what he was doing: he was totally male, but so completely not at the same time. As he was staring at his chest and stomach heave with each breath, he felt a rush of pleasure jolt his entire body. The vibrations had intensified, and his nerves exploded in pleasure at the stimulation. Each tingle through his ass rippled across his entire frame, wracking his mind with desires to submit, to accept his new life.

    Wait… What new life?

    Richard drew another breath and tried to release it slowly, but a moan emerged instead. He tried fighting the urge. The vibrations continued, but he could not tell how much time was passing either a long period of time, or minutes that felt like hours. He was being overwhelmed.

    He looked down at his lengthened member and stared at it. He gripped the flaccid shaft and brought it up to his face, studying his dickhead. Before his capture, he’d been cut. Staring at his new foreskin, he decided to see what he’d lacked in previous years. He slid the skin back, exposing his purplish head completely. As disgusted as it made him, there was a certain sexiness to it. He slid the skin over the head again, then back down. He could feel how much more sensitive he was, yet the stimulation he felt was not enough to give him an erection.

    The door opened abruptly, allowing Richard ‘s captor to enter. He roared with laughter. ‘Ah, I see you’re playing with your new body,’ he said with satisfied amusement. He walked over and nodded approvingly. He watched Richard a moment longer, then pressed the console. The extension of the table retreated, but something similar lashed out all of a sudden, latching itself onto the base of Richard’s skull. The bonds tightened then went rigid, holding Richard upright. The console beeped and a thin light shone from the entire length of it. Richard’s brows scrunched up in confusion, those eyes blinking a few times. Then…

    Submit.

    A thin film of sweat started to appear on Richard’s body. His breathing became irregular. Richard began to squirm. He pulled his legs in, which then slide back to their initial half bent position due to the coat of sweat. His head lolled and his eyes slowly glazed over and lost their focus as the console began a hypnotic chant into the mind’s ear.

    The head lolled back, his eyes glazed. Muscles twitching, legs bending and unbending. His skin took up an unhealthy colour as the basics of nature were being defiled. A thin smile spread across Richard’s face as he moaned, but the smile disappeared as quickly as it came.

    His skin reflects a considerable amount of the dim light that shone from the ceiling.

    Richard’s body spammed and twitched a few times. Then he abruptly relaxed and his shaft began to swell as a sinister smile spread across his face.

    The bonds released him, but not the console’s extension.

    Richard leaned forward into a sitting position. His expression was dreamlike, once in a while he smiled, and the smiles fade away as abruptly as they would come.

    He reached downwards, wrapping his hand around his rock hard shaft and leaned back against the bonds that had held him just moments ago. The warmth of his hand radiating to his shaft cause him to moan in ecstasy.

    “Nnnnnn….”

    He began to stimulate himself. With each thrust of his hand, his defined chest muscles and bicep flexed, but he’s half drugged mind paid them no heed.

    He didn’t last long.

    Although still rather disoriented, Richard gained was able to summon some strength as his mind and the console’s merged into a single body.

    Colour began to return to his skin. His strokes became more powerful. Then…

    Richard’s eyes widened as hot, violent waves surged out of him as he obviously climaxed onto the cold green table. Smiling throughout.

    By now, the console has become rather weak, just like an old computer getting slow. Before it detached from Richard, it placed a seal within his mind, a parting gift, then made its exit, rendering him to fall into a deep slumber.


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  • The Galley Slave

    Our procession emerges from the deep shade of the narrow, mean streets of the city’s slums into a dusty, sunlit square. Dominating this square is one of the several bagnios-or slave barracks -scattered throughout the city. This forbidding, stone fortress is to become our temporary prison as we wait to be sold. The grimness of the building’s outward appearance fills me with foreboding and terror takes hold my imagination. What horrors await us within its walls? What unspeakable things are to be done to us as we are prepared for the auction block?

    The square, like the wharf and the streets we have just passed through, is crowded with still more of the city’s inhabitants who are in a festive mood and they have turned out to “welcome” the newest shipment of slaves to arrive in port. If we’d hoped for some relief from the ordeals of our uphill, meandering journey from the wharf to this place, then we are doomed to disappointment.

    The mounted official uses his horse to push forward and clear a path for us through the milling crowd of chanting, hostile spectators and to keep us moving our overseers apply their whips to our already striped backs. We present a sorry sight but one which obviously strikes a chord with our tormentors as they taunt and jeer at us; obviously they are deriving great pleasure from our suffering.

    Our naked bodies are covered in the slime and filth of the abuse we have endured; the rotten eggs, the over-ripe fruit and the animal dung cling to our torsos and our heads and shoulders are covered with the contents of the countless chamber-pots emptied over us from so many upper storey windows.

    And how we reek!

    After the foulness of the galley’s hold, I should be desensitised to our bad smell -but I’m not. Relentlessly, the sun beats down on us and releases a miasma of odours from the putrefactions covering our bodies. Adding to our torment are the countless flies and other insect that swarm over us feasting on our vileness.

    Slowly our mounted escort continues to clear a passage for us through the excited, wildly chanting crowd and all the time we are the targets of their anger. They strike out at us with whatever is at hand. We try to shield ourselves from the missiles hurled at us by raising our arms over our heads to protect our faces only to have them whipped down by our overseers.

    Our bodies are lashed by all manners of improvised whips; the youth of the town have come armed with lengths of knotted ropes, leather belts and even switches made from tree branches. Again, somewhere along our line of misery, a slave stumbles and falls to the ground dragging all of us into a tangled heap. We are shown no mercy; we are savagely whipped to our feet and forced to continue in our sad procession towards the thick wooden gates of the bagnio.

    We are almost across the square and ahead of me I hear the loud, metallic squeak of hinges as the heavy gates of the bagnio swing open to receive us. Mercifully, relief is at hand and we will soon be free of our tormentors.

    Passing from the heat and fury of the crowded square into the cool, dark silence of the bagnio, I begin to shiver uncontrollably. I’m unsure whether my trembling is caused by the sudden change in temperature or from my fear.

    We are driven by the whips of our overseers down a long, wide passageway; the sounds of their whips and the melancholy clanking our coffle chains echo off the stone walls and add to our apprehension. But at least there are no crowds here to torment us and soon we emerge from the gloom of the passage into a glaringly, sunlit courtyard surrounded by high stone walls.

    Miserably we stand in a frightened huddle and wait silently as our handlers keep constant watch over us. Their menacing attitudes leave us in no doubt they’ll stand no nonsense from us; intuitively, we know what to expect should we be stupid enough to show even the slightest sign of resistance. We wait – and as we wait we are learning a valuable lesson; one that teaches us time is no longer of any relevance to us. We are slaves and for now we must wait on our new masters. In future they’ll make all decisions on our behalf and all that is required of us is instant and unquestioning obedience.

    Our attention is attracted to a group of miserably emaciated, white slaves, who struggle under impossibly heavy loads as they wrestle large, wooden tubs into the courtyard. These miserable wretches are naked like us and wear large iron collars around their scrawny necks. They are under the direction of sleek, black African overseers who shout incomprehensibly at them and scourge them with their cruel, hippopotamus hide whips.

    Later, I’m to learn that our masters employ many different types of whips to control their slaves and at various times throughout the years of my own slavery I will experience them all. So far I have felt the two most common ones on my naked back; the long, cattle hide whip and the shorter bull’s pizzle one. If I thought these were fearsome, then I’m to learn – most painfully – they are as nothing when compared with the cruel kirbash or the fearsome, hippopotamus hide whip. Both of these dreadful instruments of torture are capable of shredding a slave’s naked back if applied hard enough.

    Whips are of course the tools of an overseer’s trade. They’re as much a part of his profession as the hammer and chisel are to a carpenter or a scalpel is to a surgeon. Largely, it is a matter of personal choice and each overseer has an opinion as to which is the most effective whip. However, they all agree unanimously on two things; their whips should be capable of rendering great pain to a slave and also cower him into total submission.

    As I become acquainted with the language and customs of my new masters, I’ll discover there is great debate among them as to which whip is the most efficient for controlling us. Like true connoisseurs, they’ll argue at length about the effectiveness of each of the variety of whips available and the merits of the differing materials used in making them. Ultimately it becomes a personal choice for each overseer.

    Eventually, chained to the oar of my Master’s galley, I’ll learn that he employs two types of whips to both control and to drive us to greater effort. I’ll discover his overseers use the common, less vicious, raw hide whip for our “everyday” rowing periods. It needs to be said here that my Master’s concern isn’t out of pity for us; he chooses to use it because it is less “damaging” to his property. But when he does requires greater effort from his oar slaves –such as when he is in flight from an enemy vessel – his concern ceases and he breaks out the ferocious hippopotamus hide whip to use as an inducement for greater speed.

    His worries are for his own safety and that of his crew and far outweigh any consideration for his straining, suffering slaves. In this, he is driven by self-preservation. His fear of capture by the accursed Christians is real and he knows that, if taken, he and his crew could be sent to the slave-markets at either British Tangiers or Livorno in Italy. On the other hand his slaves are expendable and replacements are readily found. Better to lose one or two slaves to exhaustion than to be captured by the Christians.

    But that is in the not too distant future. For now we are to be prepared for sale and there is much to be done to make us ready.

    * * *

    As the slaves struggle to fill the wooden tubs with water, the overseers quickly remove the long coffle chain from our ankles and separate us into pairs. As new arrivals we are unaware of what is to happen next and we wait nervously for further instruction. I find myself paired with a young blond slave: he is one of the prisoners who had shared my prison on the galley. I’m not to know it but our fates are intertwined and he will be bought by the same galley-master who buys me.

    Subsequently, I’ll discover that his name is Joachim and like me, our master will substitute his name with a number; Joachim will become number 26 and I will be 27. We are destined – or should that be doomed – to share the same oar and row alongside one another. We are to become as brothers in our common adversity and it will be this bond that sustains us through the long years of our slavery.

    Joachim and I are of a similar age but unlike me he isn’t a sailor. He is a young merchant sent to Italy by his successful, merchant father in Kӧln to purchase a shipment of fine materials and rare silks. His father is a well-known and highly respected importer of these and the rich, Italian brocades much favoured by Kӧln’s wealthy burghers for use as heavy drapes to insulate their windows against the cold, winter draughts of the north.

    Joachim had been on buying trips before but always as an assistant to his father and this was the first time he’d sent to Italy on his own. Proudly he’d seen this as his father’s recognition of his adulthood and he’d been overjoyed at the trust placed in him. He’d been determined to make his father proud of him. His trip had been most successful; he’d chosen his materials well and he had bargained aggressively with the hard-headed Italian manufacturers and negotiated a fair price. Later, chained to our oar and in one of the rare moments we get to speak with one another, he’ll tell me of his pride in this achievement.

    Once he’d finished with his buying, all that remained for Joachim to do was to load his merchandise onto a waiting Dutch vessel and to join it for the return voyage to the Low Countries. Once there it would be a simple matter to load his precious cargo onto one of his father’s barges and travel down the Rhine to Kӧln. Sometimes, Joachim tearfully speaks of his joyful anticipation of his homecoming and of his father’s pleasure at his son’s success. It was a homecoming that never eventuated and he is never to see his either his father or his home again.

    Travelling down the Adriatic, the Dutch merchantman had been seized by the same Corsairs, who would within days capture my ship. Its passengers and crew were enslaved and its rich cargo added to the pirates’ booty. Both Joachim and his merchandise are to be sold in Tripoli.

    Now he stands by my side as we wait to be processed into our slavery.

    * * *

    Our captors waste little time in processing us. Once the slaves have filled the tubs with water, we are driven over to them where each pair is handed a scrubbing brush and a cake of strong smelling soap. Gesticulating wildly with their hands and shouting at us in their incomprehensible tongue we soon understand that we are to work in pairs. The overseers indicate to us that we are to clean our partners rather than ourselves. They busy themselves moving from one pair to another ensuring we carry out their instructions. Given that all of us are covered in a filthy slime, we enthusiastically set to work. Oh, how good the cleansing water feels!

    The brushes are harsh and the soap stings our lacerated backs but we don’t care. This discomfort is nothing compared to the luxury of splashing the cold water over our naked bodies. I’m not sure of how long I’d spent in the hold of the galley; I only know it had been too long. All of us stink from the filth of that appalling place and added to that is the filth that had been pelted at us as we were driven through the streets from the wharf to our prison.

    Always under their scrutiny, the overseers make no allowance for our natural modesty or for our abhorrence at touching another man’s naked body.

    We didn’t know then that our natural repugnance at touching another man so intimately would be sorely tested in the market-place. Inevitably, the most comely of our group will attract the lascivious attention of those masters who take their pleasure with young, male slaves. Some of us are destined to become garzons; the sexual playthings of these depraved owners. Among our group are a number of comely youths who had either served as cabin boys on their ships or were passengers. Their fates are already sealed. Within days they will find themselves confined within a claustrophobic, male harem.

    A garzon’s life is comparatively easy when compared to the miserable existences of the galley slaves or to the horrors confronting the unhappy wretches forced to labour in the furnace-like heat of a stone quarry.

    However, their fates are tenuous at best. For as long as they retain their youthful beauty and allure – and they continue hold their masters’ attention – they’ll be well-treated. They’ll be well fed, kept clean and generally treated with some kindness. It’s not uncommon for an indulgent master to spoil and pamper his “boys” and to reward them with little titbits and sweets if they “please” him.

    The reverse is also true; disappointing a master often results in a severe caning on the soles of the feet with the bastinado or, worse still, consignment to the slave market. Therefore the pressure on a garzon to perform well is immense and his existence becomes one of using all his guiles and skills to keep his master interested in him.

    Male harems are hotbeds of intrigue. There is intense rivalry between the garzons as they compete for their master’s attention and affection. Usually the harem is dominated by the master’s current favourite slave. He is usually supported by a group of sycophants all hoping their association with him will draw the master’s attention to themselves. Hopefully, they wait for a few crumbs to be brushed from the Master’s table.

    However, the life of the current favourite is always fraught with anxiety. He is aware that he’ll remain as the favourite for as long as he meets the sexual demands of his master. The pressure on him to remain pleasing and innovative is enormous and he must always remain inventive; he is forever thinking of new ways to please his master and retain his interest.

    And he’s all too aware that he has jealous rivals who form themselves into small groups and huddle together scheming to replace him in their master’s affections. The current favourite worries constantly about his position but he also knows he’ll eventually fall out of favour and that one day he’ll be replaced by one of these plotters. Therefore he does everything within his power to delay the inevitable.

    This rivalry creates a simmering tension among the rival garzons which occasionally reaches flashpoint and erupts into bitter fighting between them. However, these fights are quickly suppressed by the eunuchs who guard the harems and ensure the garzons remain chaste for their masters.

    Reporting of these incidents to the master is mandatory and he deals with them in one of two ways.

    Depending on the depths of his displeasure the offending garzons are either caned or even worse – whipped. If as a result of his whipping a garzon is damaged then he is dispatched to the slave-yards and sold as a work slave.

    Masters are well aware of the bad feeling existing between their rival garzons and sometimes a jaded master will use this rivalry to entertain himself. He’ll have the competing garzons bodies liberally coated with palm oil from head to toe and he’ll watch as they wrestle until one submits to the other.

    Reclining amid the thick, rich cushions of his divan and entertained by lesser garzons, he’ll watch as they wrestle to the finish.

    The master of course is delighted to have his slaves fight for his affections. It both flatters and amuses him to watch as the rival garzons wrestle with one another while cheered on by their erstwhile supporters. He watches indulgently as the two garzons do battle; from a master’s perspective what can be more erotically arousing than having two handsome, male slaves jostling naked for the right to please him. The inevitable outcome of these bouts sees the master “rewarding” the winner by allowing him to fuck his vanquished rival. These contests truly end in the “winner takes all”.

    As yet I’m unaware of this aspect of the slavery that awaits us and in my youthful naivety I have never heard mention of the word “garzon” let alone know what it entails. However, some of my older, fellow sailors have heard of the existence of garzons within this benighted society and they now look knowingly and sympathetically at their younger fellow slaves. For my part, I remain blissfully ignorant.

    I stand poised with the brush in my hand trying to overcome my reluctance at touching Joachim’s nakedness. My reluctance is noted by an African overseer who viciously swipes his cane across my arse. I don’t understand his words but their intent is painfully obvious and I begin to wash my fellow slave with renewed enthusiasm. The overseer lingers long enough to ensure that I am carrying out his instructions. Finally satisfied, he turns his attention to another pair of bashful slaves who now feel the full fury of his cane.

    I overcome my scruples and set about cleaning Joachim with a willingness born out of fear of the cane. As I wet his body and prepare to soap him, I keep one eye on the African overseers.

    I have never seen Africans before and the hugeness of their bodies is intimidating; they truly are giants as frightening as any that had inhabited the fairy-tales of my boyhood or had been used by unthinking adults to frighten me into childish obedience. Despite the bulk of their bodies, they move quickly with an easy grace and their superb musculatures ripple and flex beneath the sheen of their ebony skins.

    Over the coming days, I’ll discover they occupy positions of trust which our Arab masters deny to their white slaves. It would appear that our new masters have some sort of an affinity with the Africans and hold them in high regard. I’m to learn that our masters use the Africans to both control and subdue their despised, white, Nasrani slaves.

    As I use the brush and soap on Joachim, I try to take care not to inflict any additional pain to his lacerated back. But the filth coating his body is so encrusted onto him that it is hard to move and, when I see an angry overseer moving in our direction, I begin to scrub more vigorously. I wait with bated breath and steel myself for the agonising bite of his cane.

    Fortunately, this time, I’m not the focus of his displeasure and he walks past to another couple further down the line. The cries of his hapless victims drown out the cruel swish of his cane and the loud “thwack” as it bites into their naked flesh.

    While I wash the body of my fellow slave, I am in deep conflict. I had been raised by my devout parents as a God-fearing man and I am well aware of the sins of the flesh. As a youth, I’d heard people speak of the abomination of buggery and the sin of sodomy so often that I live in perpetual fear of their temptations. I know these are crimes against both Church and State and the penalties for such abhorrent acts are too awful for me to ever contemplate. But, as I work on Joachim’s naked body my mind is troubled by impure thoughts and my inner being is in turmoil.

    Our eyes meet and I see mirrored in Joachim’s eye the same look of consternation and revulsion that I feel. Together, we share our shameful humiliation.

    After joining my ship as a seaman, I quickly became aware that my fellow sailors aren’t troubled by such feelings of guilt and they have no qualms in taking their pleasures with one another. That they do so without fear of retribution shocks me and leaves me bewildered.

    As a newcomer to the crew, I’d attracted the interest of the older sailors. Subsequently, I would learn that I was considered fair game by them as they actively competed with one another for my favours. It goes without saying that I rebuffed all such advances.

    That I had aroused their interest isn’t all that surprising. Modesty prevents me from describing myself as handsome – although others have done so – and my body is pleasing to the eye. I had worked hard on my father’s farm from early boyhood and this had strengthened and developed it into what I am today. I stand at just less than six feet – considered tall by today’s standards – and hard labour had toughened my body and honed my musculature. Indeed it was my imposing appearance that had deterred the amorous advances of my fellow crew mates.

    Yet I was troubled. As I tried to sleep in my hammock in the darkness of the fo’c’stle, I couldn’t close my ears to the carnal sounds all around me. As I listened to the pleasurable grunts and groans of my fellow sailors, I was envious of them. How I wished I could indulge my own manifest sexual urges so easily. Always I was inhibited by the thought that such acts are wrong and I must resist their temptations.

    Instead, alone in the darkness, I silently and guiltily masturbated.

    Later as I toil at my oar, my guilt will disappear and I’ll overcome my reluctance to touch another man’s body. I will lose my inhibitions and learn to snatch a few brief moments of pleasure with Joachim whenever possible. He will become my soul mate and my friend. We’ll become as brothers in adversity and we’ll take comfort in each other’s bodies. Our chains will limit our sexual activities but even that restriction won’t rob us of the only bright spot in our miserable existences. A galley slave has no pleasure to look forward to other than that given to him by his oar mate.

    As I strain at the oar and feel the bite of the overseers’ whips, I’ll come to question what has befallen me. Two thoughts will dominate my waking hours. What terrible deeds had I done to condemn me to the living hell of the galleys?

    The second is far more pleasant and relates to my deep and newfound affection for my fellow slave. I’ll marvel at how the love I now feel for Joachim feels so right within me. Over the ensuing years, I’ll draw great comfort from our mutual love.

    But again, all that is ahead of me. For now I must concentrate on my cleaning fellow slave.

    I am mortified. As I continue to scrub the accumulated filth from Joachim’s body, I feel the first unwanted stirrings in my loins. My cock is betraying me as begins its slow but steady march into ramrod hardness. Desperately, I will it to stop but it ignores me and soon it juts out at right angles to my belly. My foreskin has retracted back along the hard shaft of my erection; my rosy-pink glans is now fully exposed to public gaze and my dribbling pre-cum hangs as a thin, silver thread from my piss-slit. The deep crimson blush of my embarrassment suffuses my naked body with a red-hot heat and somewhere in the midst of my humiliation I hear the crude laughter of my captors. Are they laughing at my shame?

    Then as I look down at Joachim, I notice that he too is as aroused as I am. We aren’t alone; for as I glance furtively at my fellow slaves I see that we all share the same shameful predicament. For their parts, our Arab captors and their African overseers laugh raucously at us and point obscenely at our erections.

    Now I feel the utter shame and embarrassment that all slaves suffer in their enforced nudity.

    Our captors grow impatient with us and use their canes to hurry us along. Hastily, I finish cleaning Joachim and now free of its accumulated filth, his body gleams white in the strong sunlight of the courtyard. I’d not noticed Joachim in the galley’s hold on our way to this accursed place. Our captors had placed us at opposite ends of the hold and therefore we’d not seen each other until today.

    I catch my breath as, for the first time, I see Joachim in all his naked glory. I marvel at his youthful beauty. The sight of him unsettles me and I am alarmed at my lustful thoughts.

    We are very similar in build and height. Joachim – as you would expect – is Germanic in appearance and he has golden, blond curls and brown eyes. I differ from him in that my eyes are blue –as a small boy, my grandmother had described them as cornflower blue – and my own dirty-blond coloured hair is much darker and more unruly.

    He is broad shouldered and his torso tapers down to a narrow waist while two large, red nipples adorn the hard pectoral muscles of his chest. A deeply indented navel lies at the centre of his flat stomach and his aroused cock points upwards at a cheeky angle of forty-five degrees from out of a luxuriant bush of thick, blond hair.

    Like me he has long, muscular arms and legs and subsequently we are to find these – and a strong back – are the first things galley-masters look for when choosing slaves to man their oars.

    Both Joachim and I have body hair. Our limbs are covered in a golden down and our chests have similar light coverings of coarser hair of the same colour as that on our heads. A slightly darker line of hair trails down the centreline of our bellies to our pubes

    Viewed from behind, Joachim is as equally impressive. The sweep of his back from the broad muscular shoulders down to the trim, narrow waist hints at its power. As yet his back bears only the superficial marks of the whip. Wishing to present us to the buyers in the best possible light, our masters have held back in the heavy use of their whips and have applied just enough force to coerce us into obedience with their commands. But this will change and all too soon his magnificent back will wear the criss-cross pattern of bloody welts and

    cicatrices common to all galley slaves.

    The thick muscular columns of his thighs support the flaring curves of his well- rounded, firm buttocks. As I’d washed him, I overcame my distaste at touching so private a part of his body and worryingly, I had found it to be most pleasurable.

    I’d never touched another person so intimately before and to do so was a new experience and one which aroused within me a long suppressed lust. I trembled as my soapy hands slid almost lovingly over the twin orbs of his arse and into the deep cleft dividing them. I would have lingered there but when I saw an African overseer looking in my direction, I hastily bent down to scrub his legs. And from my crouching position his arse was but a few inches from my face and my cock ached for release.

    Later, in the slave-market, I will watch and listen as the auctioneer draws attention to Joachim’s arse, extolling its features as a “true galley slave’s arse, padded with thick muscle and well-suited to the rigours of the rowing bench”.

    We switch places and now it is Joachim who cleans me. As he wets and soaps my body ready for the scrubbing brush, I luxuriate in the cooling balm of the water and in the attention he is giving me. As he works quickly to clean my body, I wonder – is he having similar thoughts to the ones I’d entertained as I washed him?

    Later, as we share our oar, he’ll tell me he did.

    I can’t describe that incredible feeling of once more being clean. As the water and the soap wash away the accumulated filth from my body, I almost feel like a new man. But then I remember – I’m no longer a man. I am now a slave.

    My body dries quickly in the fierce afternoon sun and now our handlers herd us into a single line running down the centre of the yard. Here, we stand shoulder to shoulder and they indicate to us that we should fall to our knees. Their angry shouts and impatient use of their canes encourage us to do so quickly. Now we kneel and wait like frightened, quivering animals and worry about what is to happen next.

    With a speed and expertise obviously gained from long experience, our African overseers move down our line as one after the other we are shorn of our hair. When it is my turn, my head is roughly thrust forwards and downwards and I yelp as my long hair is pulled cruelly away from my scalp and hacked off with a razor sharp instrument. The African charged with shearing me moves quickly and dexterously and I shed tears of shame as I see my long hair fall to the ground before me. It would seem there’s to be no end to the humiliations heaped upon us.

    My head feels strangely naked and as the African finishes with me and turns his attention to Joachim, I steal a sideways glance back along the line of my fellow slaves. Their hair is gone and the skin of their closely cropped scalps shows white through the remnant stubble. How different they all look and I suppose I must look the same to them. I will quickly become used to my new slave crop; it is one of the distinguishing features of a slave and it now defines me as such.

    Following along behind our barbers there are other overseers who quickly fasten heavy, iron collars around our necks. Shocked and in a state of denial, I wait as I am fitted with mine and I tremble violently as it snaps shut around my neck. The snapping sound of the collar closing around my throat reminds me more than anything else that I’m now a slave; an owned chattel to be used and abused by my owner. The collar weighs heavily upon me and it feels uncomfortable around my throat and I wonder if I’ll ever adjust to it.

    But over the next few days I will become accustomed to both the weight and feel of my new slave collar. It, like the ankle chains and wrist manacles now being fitted to me are to be the permanent accoutrements of my slavery.

    Finally, scrubbed clean, shorn of our hair, collared and placed in heavy iron shackles, we are ready for the final part of our preparations. Still working in our pairs, we are made to stand and massage palm oil into each other’s body. Despite my trauma, I have to admit that the oil does change our appearances. Somehow, we look sleeker and healthier.

    Exposed to the softer glare of the late afternoon sun, our naked bodies glisten as we move about – albeit restricted by our leg irons – and our muscles ripple and flex under the high gloss of our skins. Looking at my fellow slaves I can see why our masters cover our bodies with this oil – it’s all about market presentation. It enhances our appearances and will, no doubt, make us that much more attractive to the buyers in the market-place.

    We stand and watch, as the white slaves, still working under the direction of the Africans, carry large, iron pots of food into the yard. Since my capture, I’ve existed on minimal rations of weevilly biscuits and the occasional handful of dates. Consequently, my stomach is unprepared for the feast that now awaits us. My sense of smell detects the delicious aroma of cooked meat and spices and my belly churns in anticipation.

    Soon we are each issued with a wooden bowl brimming with a steaming hot stew containing meat and strange vegetables that I don’t recognise. Indeed they are very different to the turnips and other root vegetables that I am accustomed to eating.

    Ravenously, I and my fellow slaves gulp down our unexpected repast and to our delight our bowls are refilled. My belly rumbles its gratitude. Soon we have eaten our fill but our feast isn’t yet finished. We are now given fresh fruit to eat and for the first time in my life I taste the sugary sweetness of figs and melons and the zesty tang of an orange. And we are given fresh, sweet-tasting water and allowed to drink until we are satisfied.

    All this is unexpected and now with a full belly, my life seems just that much brighter. In the coming weeks, I am to learn that this isn’t the everyday fare of a galley slave. However, it will continue for as long as we are held in the bagnio. The food we have just been given is all part of our captors efforts to “fatten” us up for the auction-block. A sleek, well-nourished slave presents so much better than a miserable, scrawny one.

    Whatever foods we are given to eat after we are sold is entirely at the whim of our new owners.

    As we finish eating, the sun sinks into the west and the lengthening shadows of evening fall across the yard. All that remains to be done to us now is to secure us in the holding pens where we must wait for whatever new indignities our captors care to inflict upon us.

    As I stand and peer out through the bars of my prison, it is hard for me to envisage what could be worse than today. But I am to be proved wrong.

    However, for now I have been lulled into a false sense of well-being. With my body once more clean and my belly filled to capacity, I just want to rest. Wearily, I lie alongside Joachim on the clean straw bedding of our pen and fall into a deep sleep.

    It is well that I sleep soundly tonight; for tomorrow, I will confront the ultimate horror.

    To be continued..