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I love to golf, go on vacation and have fun, especially with the ladies. The company I did contracting work for, hired a new sales woman. Her name is Vanessa and she was just beautiful. 5’4, 100 lbs, long brown hair, full lips, great tight body. I knew who she was, but she didn’t know who I was, she only had heard about me and the great work I did.

After 2 months,she finally called me to tell me she had a job for me to look at and price, so I met her at the site. She looked so sexy with her suit style outfit. Not only was I scoping out the job but I was checking her out as well. It didn’t take long before I gave her my price and she landed the job. Soon we were doing a lot of projects together.

Through our conversations, I found out she liked to play golf and told her so did I. She asked if I’d be interested in playing with her sometime. I started to laugh and I said Id play with you anytime! She is a member at a course in NJ and said if I wanted to, we could play on Saturday and I said I will see you there.

I get to the course early so I can hit some balls before we go out and there is Vanessa, short skirt, beautiful muscular looking legs, hair in a ponytail, looking gorgeous! I finally get to play golf with a sexy woman, that’s what I am thinking!

We were having a great time, BS-ing about work, what we like to do and finding out about each other. I wouldn’t let her win, I am too competitive but she liked that. If she beast me, she beats me. We finish the round and I tell her, that was a lot of fun. She asks me if I want to get a bite to eat and have a drink and I says absolutely! We hop in her car since she knows the area and off we go.

I am into Vanessa big time but I am not letting her know. Vanessa asks me about my personal life, I tell her I am single and just having fun and she answers back that she is the same way. We are laughing having a great time and she excuses herself to go to the bathroom. She gets up, kisses me on the cheek and says, I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere. Yea, like I am going to leave!

Our waitress comes over and I order another round. Vanessa comes back just as the waitress is bringing our drinks. Vanessa says, you don’t have to get me drunk, I like you, you are fun! So, that is what the kiss was for! I excuse myself but this time, I go to Vanessa, grab her face and kiss her smack on the lips and said I’ll be right back, don’t you go anywhere!

I come back to the table and Vanessa paid the bill. She says let’s go and grabs my hand and we head outside to her car. Once we are inside, she tells me, listen, I like you but you need to know something about me, I say ok? This gorgeous woman tells me, she is a transsexual! I look at her, those legs, that face and say no way! She then asks me, are you upset? I tell her, actually, I am kind of turned on! Vanessa says, would you like to do something about that? Yes, I grab her and pull her over onto my lap and start kissing her. Long, deep kisses, my cock is rock hard. I tell her I thought about you the first day I saw you but I didn’t work at the place, so I didn’t bother. Vanessa said, that is why I liked you, you weren’t like the a holes that work at the place always hitting on me. I said, I may have been one of them if I worked there.

I tell Vanessa I want to explore your whole body right now! really she said? YES! With that, she hops off of me into the drivers seat and she takes me to her place.

Once we are inside, we are all over each other. Again, she says are you sure? I look at her and start unbuttoning her shirt, when all the buttons are undone, I said, yes! I run my fingers over her boobs, lightly, which makes her quiver. i start kissing her neck, then working my way down to her breasts. She reaches behind and unhooks her bra and my mouth and tongue start working on her nipples. I slide my hands down to her skirt and I pull it down to her ankles and she steps out of it. I take her hands and put them on her nipples and tell her to play with them while I kiss my way down her stomach. I slowly kiss and lick my way to her belly button, then I lean back and grab the sides of her panties and pull them down to her ankles as she steps out of those.

I am now looking at this gorgeous womans cock. My heart is pounding, I look up at Vanessa and she says go ahead! I lick around her balls, feeling the softness against my face, then continue to lick to the head of her cock. Once I am at the end, I suck it into my mouth. It’s so hot and warm, while I start to suck it, I can start to feel it getting bigger in my mouth. I am so into sucking my first cock. Vanessa asks me if I like it and I say I do! Her cock get to its full 7″ and I am like a cock pro, amazed that I am not even gagging. I tell Vanessa, I want to feel you cum in my mouth. No sooner do I say that, then she grabs the back of my head and I am tasting her cum. She grabs me and we start kissing. She tells me she hasn’t been that turned on in so long. She drops to her knees and proceeds to give me the best blow job I have ever had! I have a nice 8″ and she was going to town on it. I told her I am close to cumming and she just kept on sucking until I blew a huge load in her mouth.

I looked at Vanessa and said that was so fucking hot! She asked me if that was really my first time sucking a cock and I told her yes. She asked if I liked it, I said yes, she said would I like to do that with her again and I said yes. Then she asked, have you ever done anal? To someone yes, to me, no. Would you like to? Hell, I just sucked my first cock and loved it why not! She got out some lube and I bent over the sofa end. I could feel the lube dripping between my cheeks, then I feel a finger working in and out, I am going crazy. I tell Vanessa, squirt a bunch in my hand. She does that and I reach behind and lube up her cock. I grab her cock and guide it to my hole and tell her to fuck me.

I can feel her hands on my hips and her lubed up cock slowly working its way in. Once the head is in, I found myself pushing her cock into my ass. Before long, she is balls deep into me, I am reaching back and puling her into me. She tells me she is going to cum again, and I say cum, baby! With that, she fills my ass with her warm cum. She stays in that position until she slips out. I’m sore, turn over and she gets on top of me and we kiss for a long time!

I tell her that she is incredible and she asks me to spend the rest of the weekend if I’d like. Well, we spent that weekend doing everything under the sun! We are now dating and I can now say, I love Transsexuals!!

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Harry was a photographer. Friends had told me that a session with him could be fascinating, if he would agree to accept you as a customer. Tony, a close friend, had shown me a photo of himself that Harry had taken. It was not a photo of Tony’s face. It was an exciting shot of his erect cock! That did it for me. I had to meet the guy who would take this kind of picture.

One Thursday morning, having some time off, I decided to check him out. As I entered the small storefront office where typical wedding, family, and portrait photographs were on display, I was surprised to notice that his hours were only from nine ’til noon. That didn’t seem to give him time to get much work done.

An old-fashioned bell, jarred by the opening of the door, announced my arrival with noisy, cheery clanking. After a few moments, a youthful clerk came out through a curtain-draped doorway. “Can I help you?” he asked, a polite smile frozen in place.

“Um… Well…” I began, hesitantly, “…I’m looking for Harry.”

He stopped smiling. “I’m Harry.”

“Oh!” I exclaimed, totally unprepared for him to be so young. And so good looking. I guess I had been expecting the proverbial dirty old man. I couldn’t stop myself from looking him over. No wonder my friends like him, I thought.

He smiled at my reaction. “How did you hear about me?” he asked.

“Some of my friends mentioned that you do good work.”

“I see. What did you have in mind?”

“Well, one showed me a revealing photograph of himself that you took,” I tried to explain, feeling very nervous, adding, “I was hoping you could do something like that for me.”

“I see,” he repeated, not making it any easier for me. “Did you have a particular pose in mind?” He smiled like an innocent child.

It was difficult for me to read his reactions. I wasn’t exactly sure how to continue. His attractiveness seemed to make me feel and act awkward at precisely the moment I felt I needed to be confident. “Well…” I said haltingly, “I thought you might have some suggestions for…” I stopped, letting the unfinished idea hang in the air between us.

His eyes traveled the length of my body slowly, pausing luridly at my crotch, then returning to my face. “I have an opening at two o’clock this afternoon. Can you make it?”

“Why, yes,” I answered with surprise in my voice, delighted that he’d accepted me as a customer, “but I thought your hours were only…”

He interrupted me. “Those hours are for walk-in customers who want quick pictures. My afternoon sessions are devoted exclusively to men who enjoy exceptional photography, done in flattering detail. One session is one hundred dollars, plus payment for the photographs. Will I see you this afternoon?” He was very businesslike.

“Yes, of course,” I replied without hesitation. The money angle intrigued me. I wanted to ask more questions, but he smiled politely and disappeared behind the curtain. As I left shop, the bell clanked its staccato rhythm, somehow musically promising an exciting afternoon. I felt that familiar ball-churning tingling in my groin in anticipation of the afternoon’s pleasures.

* * * * *

The sign read “Closed” but I knocked on the shade covered glass door at precisely two o’clock. Almost immediately, the door opened and I went quickly inside. It was dark, but I followed wordlessly as Harry, without speaking to me, led me into the back room, which was disappointingly similar to every other photographer’s commercial studio. I slowed down, but Harry kept walking right through the studio and into a hallway behind. I caught up with him. We were in living quarters at the back of the building. We kept going, reaching and climbing a staircase. As we climbed it got brighter and brighter, until, finally, we rounded the top of the stairs and came upon a huge, open, sun-lit artist’s loft, complete with high ceilings and polished floors. The room seemed divided into a number of specific areas, one area highlighting a chaise-lounge, another highlighting a king-size brass bed on a large platform, and other areas highlighting props like a Roman column, a stage-like draped backdrop, a group of mirrors, and even an open shower. Everywhere was lighting and photographic equipment, including movie cameras. I let out a low whistle.

“Impressive, ain’t it,” Harry agreed, leading me over to a single, straight-backed chair amid photographic equipment. “Let’s get the hard part over with first, shall we?” he asked, motioning me to sit. “How do you want your photos done?”

“Can you make me look like a Greek god?” I asked with a smirk.

He laughed. “That’s no problem…” he paused, then added, “…but besides that,” he questioned, “what did you have in mind?” He grinned at me in a devilishly cute manner and that familiar tugging tingle in my balls reminded me how sexy he was.

“Uhh… Well…” I stammered, “I must admit, I’m not quite sure. What do you find most…” I paused, “…interesting?”

He looked at me for a long moment. I held my breath. He smiled in a kindly fashion and said, “Your friends didn’t really tell you what my specialties are, did they.” It wasn’t a question.

I shook my head without saying anything.

“To put it simply, I help handsome young men like yourself maintain a visual record of their sexual potency for future enjoyment.” He stopped and let that sink in.

“Sexual potency?…” I repeated questioningly, haltingly, adding, “You mean you…” I stopped.

After a moment, he said, “Umm hmm. That’s right. I help catch you at the very peak of sexual pleasure, with exact timing and split-second photography, so you can enjoy looking at a series of photos of yourself as you jack off, or later in life, as you remember back on how great you looked and how terrific you felt at the point of the recorded orgasm. This can be done right now, today, for a one-time experience. Or, like most of my clients, you can come back again periodically to update the file or add complexities to it.” He paused, smiling reassuringly.

“Wow,” I said softly, thinking about it. My cock was finding the idea very stimulating.

“Here’s a form you must sign,” Harry said, handing me a clipboard with a sheet of paper on it and a pen hanging from it by a chain.

I read the form quickly. It spelled out very clearly that four options were open to me. I could chose to be the only recipient of any photographs of myself, or I could allow Harry to display selected, agreed-upon photographs of me in his reference materials, which only other clients would see, or I could also allow Harry to sell agreed-upon photos to an elite group of collectors he served, or I could allow Harry full sales rights to any and all photographs. The choice was mine to make.

“What are these ‘reference materials’ here?” I asked, pointing to the line on the paper.

“You can look at many of my photographs in binders. It may help you to select a pose you’d like to see yourself in, or an angle you’d like to be shot from, and so forth.” He was very professional.

“That sounds very interesting.” My cock thought so, too, and started to push against my jeans. Harry’s eyes missed nothing.

“There’s a bookcase full of binders,” he said, pointing to a cabinet against a wall.

Curiosity has always had a strong hold on me so I got up and moved slowly towards the binders as I continued to question Harry. The idea of posing in a state of arousal was making me lightheaded.

“I can’t imagine pictures of myself showing up in nudie magazines,” I admitted honestly.

“Some men like that idea.”

“Really?” I asked naively.

“Sure, some are hustlers and want their photos in magazines as a sort of advertisement. Others like to jack off over their own photos and enjoy the thought of guys jacking off over them, too. And some are exhibitionists not really caring who sees them but wanting to show off,” he explained.

“Well, I don’t know…” I said hesitantly.

“Hey, don’t worry about it,” Harry said reassuringly, rubbing my upper arm affectionately as we moved closer to the bookcase. “First, we should see how photos of you turn out. Who knows, they might be fantastic and you’d want to share them with others, but…”

I interrupted. “I doubt it, Harry,” I said earnestly, “although I’ll admit the idea of posing in the raw for you is having a certain effect on me.”

“Great!” he interjected enthusiastically. “Let’s do a series of shots and see how they come out. For this first session, perhaps we can concentrate on angles that omit your face, just so you can realize you’re working with a reliable artist, not some con man. What do you say?” He smiled.

“Well, Okay,” I agreed, losing my reluctance, but still somewhat hesitant and nervous.

“Here,” Harry said, grabbing a binder from the shelf seemingly at random, “let’s find a couple of poses you’d like to see yourself in.” He flipped open the binder at about the center of the book. Two glossy black and white photographs faced one another, both about 10″x12″. They were breathtaking. The detail was exquisite, each showing a close-up of a radiantly erect cock at the extreme point of arousal, gleaming with vitality, being looked down at from different angles. In the background, you could notice an out-of-focus hand on each cock, making it clear that it was being jacked off.

Harry flipped ahead by a handful of pages and displayed two more equally breathtaking photos. These were very different. One, in full color, showed a close-up of a complete cockhead in strained arousal, looking shiny with lubricant and ready to shoot. The other must have been taken from the floor, looking up, and showed a crinkled, big scrotum with balls up tight at the base of a great erection, above which, out of focus, you could make out a smiling face looking down at the cock, but you would not be able to identify the man.

“Jeez,” I sighed, looking at the pictures in awe, “these are fantastic!”

Harry flipped over a few more pages. Each photo seemed completely different; each cock was an individual one; and each pose seemed extremely sensual, catching each organ at its most beautiful moment.

“Like any of these poses?” Harry asked at my side. That simple question sent a wave of lust through my groin. It really meant: Are you ready to strip off and pose nude and aroused in front of me? I wasn’t quite ready, but I knew deep down inside I wanted to possess photos of myself done like the photos I was looking at. And the idea of posing in front of this handsome young man while jacking off was becoming a very stimulating thought.

I took a good look at Harry. He was about my height, exuded fitness and muscularity, stood comfortably next to me brushing slightly against my body, and seemed to be becoming as aroused as I was. This might be a job to him, but I could tell he was enjoying his work. He picked up another binder and was flipping though it, as much looking at it for his own pleasure, as for mine. Each photograph was exceptional, done with great skill and flare, with sharp focus and keen detail. Most were close-ups, some even at the point of orgasm showing eruptions of sperm, but a few were full body shots showing a handsome figure jacking off, the face obscured in the background. They made me wonder how my own figure would look in the same pose. And they seemed to prove that my desire for anonymity would be secure. I was becoming more comfortable with the thought of posing naked, aroused and jacking off.

Harry paused at a long shot of a reclining figure at the point of orgasm. A long stream of cum was clearly visible, almost seeming to connect the man’s cock to his chest. “I like this shot,” he whispered, erotically.

“Do most of your customers come?” I asked quietly, almost afraid to ask but wondering how he’d react to my own orgasm.

“Oh, yes. They certainly do,” Harry answered with emotion. “They ALL do, in fact. It’s what makes these sessions so worthwhile.” He looked at me with great seriousness. “You’ll love it, when you come, because you’ll have a lifetime record of it.”

“I come pretty fast when I jack off,” I volunteered.

“Yeah,” he agreed, “so do I.” He grinned. “But I love it,” he added with enthusiasm.

“Yeah,” I had to agree, “me, too.”

“Tell me how you jack off,” he recommended.

“Gee,” I responded, thinking about it, “I guess I just grab a hold and pump away. Nothing fancy.”

He grinned. “Where do you enjoy jacking off the most? On a bed? In front of a mirror? Under the shower?”

“Wow! I guess I like doing it in all those places.”

“And what’s the most usual way for you to do it? Looking at your cock? Watching yourself in a mirror? Reading a book or magazine? With a friend?…” He paused.

“Jeez,” I exclaimed, “I guess I usually do do it lying naked on a bed, often with a mirror, sometimes reading, and, well, as often as I can with a friend, or on the phone.” I laughed.

Harry joined my laughter, then asked, “Ever have any fantasies about how you’d like to see yourself as you jack off?”

“Like what kind?” I asked.

“Oh, you know, naked,” he answered with a smile, “on a sunny beach; standing on a hilltop; in a jail cell; like King Kong atop the Empire State building; anything like that?”

“Well, there is one pose I’d like to see myself in, I guess.” I paused and waited for his response.

“What is it?” he asked.

“I was shown a drawing, once, of an almost naked man sitting in a movie theater balcony. The perspective was from behind him, as if on a higher level, looking down the length of his body. You saw the back of his head, not his face. But the kicker was that he had a terrific hardon in his fist, which he seemed to be offering to the viewer.

“Say, that’s a great idea,” Harry agreed quickly. “I could set cameras up above that chair, and, with some clever lighting and the right filters, I’ll bet we could get a scene that would be very satisfying to you. Wanna try it?” He smiled.

“Sure,” I agreed, “that sounds great. What should I do?” I looked at him for guidance, but realized I had just agreed to jack off in front of him.

He started looking busy, getting ready, but gave me directions as he moved about. “First, get undressed. There’s a dressing room over there, but most guys just lay their duds on that table. There’s a sink and a mirror against that wall. You might want to check your hair or wash off your dick, or something. Spruce everything up. You can even shower, if you’d like,” he said in a chattering way, adding, “Do you use any lubricant when you jack off? Can I get anything for you?”

“Naw, I normally jack off dry,” I said and paused to think about it, surprised that I was talking so openly about my jack off habits. “But, I’ll use a lubricant if you think it’d make my cock look better.” I was stripped down to my jockey shorts, removing my socks.

“No, no. Let’s photograph it the way you usually do it. It will look great, don’t worry.” He paused and looked over at me. “Man,” he said excitedly, seeing me almost naked, “you’ve got a great build. It’s gonna be a pleasure photographing you. I figured you might look good without your clothes on.” His flattery sounded sincere. I slid my shorts to the floor and stepped out of them as he watched. He nodded his head and smiled. “A great build,” he repeated, caressing the words in a way that excited me as I moved towards him. “And, Jesus, you’re hard already!” he said as he stared at my erection.

“Here, come here and sit in this chair. Yeah, that’s it. Man, that’s a nice cock,” he sighed. “Now, spread your knees apart more. That’s it. I’ll just get in close behind you, here. Okay. Now, slide forward on the seat some more, ’til… That’s it. Hold it there. That’s perfect. Start jacking off now. Oooh, that looks good! Do that, yeah, man. Pump that fucker. Yeah, beat that meat. Oooh, I wanna join in. Beat that meat. That looks so fuckin’ hot.”

He kept up a steady, soft patter of dirty instructions whispered into my ear, and touched my head or shoulders from time to time as if entranced while encouraging me to work my jack off to a pinnacle. I felt his head next to mine, and he started taking pictures. He brought the camera closer and closer to my head, right next to my ear. Then he brought it lower, at my neck, still snapping pictures. Then he told me to lean my head back so he could shoot unhampered from my neck, as if I were looking down my own body, watching myself jack off. He kept snapping pictures.

I leaned my head back as instructed and rubbed against Harry’s chest under the armpit. It was bare! Harry had removed his shirt. The feel of his warm flesh was extremely arousing. I inhaled his masculine fragrances, enjoying his odors. He was very sexy. Something caused me to turn my head away from him, and I found myself looking into a mirror a few feet from us. I saw that Harry was naked and erect. His big hardon throbbed untouched a few inches below my head. The sight of him behind me, and the reflection of myself jacking off as he strained over me, photographing my movements, produced an overwhelmingly carnal reaction and I warned Harry I couldn’t help it, I was about to come.

“Oh, yeah!” he said excitedly, “pound that meat. Make it come for us. Shoot out a big load, man. That’s it. Beat that meat. Beat that meat! Give us a big load of cream!”

I watched myself come. Harry snapped and snapped pictures. His patter turned to little whelps of pleasure as he watched my lengthy orgasmic spasms, spurting jet after jet of hot white semen all over my body. It was a memorable orgasm with him watching excitedly and made even more exciting by the thought of its being photographed.

As I began winding down from the terrific series of jolts that pulsed throughout my body, I heard Harry say, with a voice tinged with genuine amazement, “We’re gonna have a problem with one of the cameras.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Your first shot of jism hit square on the camera lens,” he said, then he began to chuckle. “That was some strong shooting. Man.”

“Oh, shit,” I exclaimed, “will that ruin the shots?”

“No, I’m working several cameras. I’m just hoping I caught the jism in mid-flight. That’d be a real nice bonus.”

“Wow, I can’t wait to see the results. When will they be ready?”

Harry had backed away from me and was adjusting his cameras. I saw in the mirror that he was still erect. I wondered if I should offer to do anything about it. You know, help him out. Like you know I like to do. But I realized that he knew what he was doing. I wasn’t his first client. So I relaxed and waited to see what would happen.

Suddenly, he was standing right next to me. I could feel the heat of his erection against my arm. “Would you mind if I licked up your cum?” he asked in a quiet voice.

“I’d love it,” I replied without hesitation, stretching out in the chair and proffering myself to him. It felt like kisses as he sucked my flesh, starting at my neck and lapping up every drop of sperm, ’til his face was in my crotch and my still partially erect cock was in his mouth, being lightly sucked as he drew out the residues of a truly great orgasm. He was tender and sensual. He really knew what he was doing. And, for one thing, he was getting me hot, all over again.

After an enjoyable interlude, he came off of my renewed erection with a slurp and a smile. “Looks like you’re up for another bout of camera work, my friend. Got any other ideas of how you’d like to see yourself?” He raised and lowered his eyebrows suggestively.

Watching him suck my cock had given me an idea. I feared I might be too forward, but I took a deep breath and told him, “You know, I’ve always wondered how I look when I’ve got a big cock in my mouth…” I paused for his reaction.

“You mean, real down and dirty?” he asked with a grin. He understood what I wanted.

“Oh, yeah,” I agreed, “mouth stretched wide, full of cock.”

“And jacking off?”

“Oh, yes! And jacking off. That’d be great!”

“Standing, or lying down?” His question brought another wave of lust washing over me. He wasn’t saying “no,” he was working out the details for the photo shoot. He was willing to let me give him a blowjob. Maybe even eager!

“Which would make a better picture?” I asked, deferring to his expertise.

“Wanna check a couple of poses in my binders?”

“That’s a great idea!” I said enthusiastically. We both went over to the bookcase. Again, seemingly at random, Harry pulled out a binder and opened it. Both photos showed cocks in mouths. In one, only lips were seen at the edge of the photo while the picture showed a heavy pair of balls with a long cock the head of which was poked into those lips. The other picture showed the same big balls but almost the entire cock was out of sight down the throat of the man whose face you only saw from mid-nose to chin. Harry flipped a few pages and each photo showed blowjobs from various sexy angles and poses. He stopped at one page. It showed a photo, starting at the chest, from the point of view of a man looking down his own body at a kneeling cocksucker, mouth completely full of cock, who was staring up at, well, what the viewer of the photo would take to be the body’s face, but had to be a camera.

“That’s the one,” I said excitedly.

“You like this one, huh?” He chuckled to himself.

“Yeah, I do. What makes you laugh?”

“It’s one of my all time favorite shots, too.”

“Oh, I see. Looks like we both have the same tastes.”

“Yeah, and you taste so good.” He pressed his body against me and smiled.

“Can’t wait to taste you,” I admitted.

“Come on over to this camera set up,” he instructed, leading me to an area where lighting and camera equipment seemed all over the place, on various tripods and movable arms.

“Why don’t we do a couple of shots of me, looking up at you; and then take shots of you looking up at me. What do you say?”

Without hesitation, I agreed, “That’d be great!”

He hooked me into a form that held a camera right in front of my face, so that I had to lean my head way back looking upwards at the ceiling. I was amazed to see that I was looking up into a mirror, angled so that I could watch my body and Harry’s beneath me as he knelt at my feet. As I watched, I also felt him grab my cock and point it at his mouth. Lights were flashing at random intervals and from different levels and places, being somewhat distracting, but nothing kept me from feeling the wondrous suction Harry was developing on my cock. As the cameras clicked and the flashes flared, I jabbed my hips into Harry’s face and felt the length of my dick slide completely down his eager throat. I didn’t want to stop because it felt so good. But I’d had an orgasm, so I wasn’t rushing wildly into another. I could enjoy Harry’s expert ministrations. It’s always great when you’re with a truly gifted cocksucker!

After a pleasantly lengthy time, Harry came off my cock with a pop. “Let’s change places,” he suggested.

“Great,” I immediately agreed and moved to replace him in the kneeling position. I watched with growing lust as he slowly fit himself into the frame above me, so that he could photograph me sucking his cock, which was oozing large quantities of precum, and looked very moist and very suckable. It came closer and closer, jabbing the air in front of me as he wiggled into the right position. Then he was ready, his cock vibrating erotically before me, inches from my face. I stared at the beautiful organ with great desire. Harry offered no instruction. But then, I didn’t have to be told how to suck cock.

For a while I forgot all about the cameras and went about the delightful task of making love to an overwhelmingly great cock. I lapped at it, cleaning it of gooey, tasty precum, and shining it to a deep-red sheen of tremendous readiness. I sucked in the crown and circled my tongue around it with great depth of feeling.

Harry hissed in pleasure. “Suck that cock, man,” he sighed.

I looked up at him. Lights and cameras went off as I realized that I couldn’t look directly into his face but was having my photograph taken with his huge cock in my mouth as I looked directly into the camera lens. Somehow I smiled. The thought did intrude, though, that I must look very lascivious at this instant. As the lights flashed, I made every effort to swallow the entire length of the big cock, keeping my eyes fixed on the lens of the camera.

Harry encouraged me from above, telling me how great it felt, what a good cocksucker I was, and how deeply he could feel my throat as it choked his cockshaft. I felt myself rapturously jacking off. I was enjoying this completely. I wondered if my jack off was being captured on film, then realized I shouldn’t have concern. Harry was a professional. He knew what he was doing. Everything would be caught on film.

And right now, suddenly, he was coming. Down, deep inside me. I pulled up and caught the hot spurts of cum on my tongue. The feel of a penis exploding its hot seed onto my tongue is such a magnificent sensation that I felt my own orgasm brimming over. I sucked with relish and swallowed his rich semen with great joy. My orgasm made me suck with even greater effort and he yelped with delight, flooding me with his overflowing bounty of cum.

Lights were flashing, cameras were clicking, and I was having a blast! It seemed to last an incredibly long time.

“God, you’re a great cocksucker,” Harry said with sincerity after we had disentangled from the camera equipment. His expression was serious. “I wish all my clients were,” he added with a sigh, clearly letting me know what I already knew, that most of them were not good cocksuckers, because you have to want to be a good cocksucker to really be a good cocksucker. It takes skill, practice, and the desire to be good. And maybe even something more. Enthusiasm for the task!

“You taste better than I had hoped,” I told him truthfully. He preened with pride, naked in front of me. “So do you,” he said, staring at my nude body with lust-filled eyes.

Suddenly, I realized that this session wasn’t over. My already overworked peter started to fluff out, again. I saw him watching it with interest, his own cock duplicating my lead, getting big.

“Fuck, you’re a randy stud,” Harry said with a smile. “Looks like you’re up for another pose. Whadda ya say? Got another load in ya, today?”

“I guess I do, from the way I feel right now,” I confirmed, “but I haven’t come several times in a row like this for a while.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” he agreed, “but you’d be surprised how many guys have multiple orgasms when they pose for the cameras.”

“Really?” I asked, as curious as ever.

“Yeah, quite a few really get turned on at the thought of being photographed.”

“Does it ever turn anyone off.”

“Sure, that happens, sometimes,” he said. But then he gave me another devilish grin. “I can usually find ways of taking their minds off of the camera, though.”

“Yes, just showing ’em your dick would do it.”

“You’d be surprised how many never see me nude, and certainly never see my dick,” Harry told me with emotion.

“Oh?!” I exclaimed in surprise

“I’m just like everyone else, Jack,” he explained, “I have my own share of likes and dislikes, and not every man who comes up into this studio turns me on. You do,” he said with sudden emphasis, “but you’re the exception, not the rule.”

I felt very flattered. “Thanks, but nonetheless, I envy your work. I don’t know if I’d be able to concentrate with a string of horny men ‘coming’ in my office every day.” I smiled at him.

“It has its moments,” he said with a grin.

“I’ll bet it does.” We chuckled together as Harry maneuvered me back to the bookcase. He grabbed another binder.

“Let’s see, now…” he muttered to himself ads he flipped through the pages faster than I could keep up. “…Dildoes… Condoms… Golden showers… Goats…”

“Goats!?” I interrupted with surprise.

“Just kidding,” he said with a laugh. “Wanted to see if you’re paying attention.” He showed a photo to me. It was one like Tony had shown me, just a cockhead but on the verge of eruption. It looked fantastic!

“Hmmm, THAT looks interesting,” I agreed.

“How about this one,” he asked, flipping to two photos of a pair of cocks being jacked off while their cockheads touched one another. In one, they were both extremely engorged. In the other, sperm was visibly spitting from both broad cockslits.

“Oh, yes. I’d like a photo like that of both of us, together. Would you?”

“Yeah,” he agreed huskily, his cock throbbing in anticipation, “either that, or…” he flipped to another page, “…a sixty-nine!?”

The photos showed Harry and another male in a classic sixty-nine pose. Harry was on top in both, so you couldn’t quite make out the face of the other man. The photos took my breath away. Both cocks were deeply buried in one photo, and outrageously present in the other. Looking from one to the other made the cocks seem to go in and out. “You can be hidden from full view, if you’d like,” he said quietly.

“I’m not too shy, I guess,” I said, smiling at him. He realized I was agreeing to the sixty-nine and his face lit up. He closed the book and took my hand, leading me to the king-sized bed.

“Here,” he instructed, “most of this is done automatically. Don’t think about the camera, just concentrate on enjoyment and we’ll both have a good time.”

He drew me with himself onto the bed and lay next to me. I felt a little apprehensive for a moment, but then Harry leaned over me and kissed me on the mouth. It took me by surprise, but as the kiss progressed, I felt my entire being responding to the lovemaking. The environment faded from mind, the situation magically transformed itself into a tremendously satisfying sexual encounter with a loving, sexually talented, very giving man. The more impassioned the kiss became, the more inflamed and aroused I grew. By the time his cock was thrusting into my mouth, and his mouth was devouring my cock, we seemed like the perfect match, fitting together ideally. And since we were in no rush to reach orgasm, the lovemaking lasted for an amazingly long time. His cock fit deeply into my throat and felt like it belonged there. I loved sucking on it, drawing it in and working back to the tip, staring at his hairy balls as they thudded onto my nose. His balls were drawn up tight against the base of the weapon. We made acrobatic movements on the big bed, sometimes one of us on top, sometimes lying side by side next to another, but always plugged into the cocks completely. It was marvelous. I couldn’t believe my good fortune in having been guided to this photographer by my friend. I wasn’t just sucking him off, I was falling in love with him.

When cock is sucked, orgasm is certain to follow, and in due course, neither of us could continue holding back. It just felt too good. One of us started getting excited, and the other quickly followed the lead. Suddenly, we were both being flooded with deeply penetrating shots of hot cum and sucking for all we were worth. His cum tasted even better the second time, and there seemed to be more of it.

When it was over, we jumped up from the bed together and went over to the open shower area. We showered together without words, lathering one another up, and being very affectionate. We toweled off, and as I started, somewhat reluctantly, to pull on my clothes, Harry wrapped a towel around his waist and asked, “Can you come back tomorrow?” in a husky voice, as he watched me dress. “The photographs will be ready by two o’clock.”

“I don’t think I can wait that long,” I said with a smile, “but, sure, I’ll be here.” He led me to the door and we exchanged a long hug before I left. As I departed, the clanking bell reminded me how sexy the afternoon had been. Ever since then, the sound of that kind of bell reminds me vividly of that first photo session.

* * * * *

An astonishingly large array of photographs was laid out on a long table in the loft as we entered it the next afternoon. I went over to the table immediately and, what a shock I got! There I was! All of me! Naked! Erect! Jacking off! Cumming! Sucking cock! Jacking off! Cumming! Sixty-nining! Cumming! God, the photos were fascinating. I saw myself from every angle. I couldn’t imagine how many cameras Harry had used, or where they were mounted, but I saw Harry and myself in every conceivable position.

They were laid out in order of the events of the preceding afternoon, and, sure enough, the first ones focused mainly on my genitals. Immediately, I recognized myself in the pictures. That was my cock, there was no doubt. And how wonderful it looked! Harry was really talented.

“Look at this print, Jack,” Harry pointed out. It showed my erupting cockhead exploding a line of white semen directly towards the camera. “That’s the last shot this camera took before your cum hit it.” He chuckled. I was mesmerized.

I quickly glanced down the rows of photographs and spotted a shot of Harry, on his knees, sucking me off, as if I was looking down my body to look into his eyes. I did not recall seeing him in that position, from that angle, but then I realized that that was how the camera had caught the shot, and in reality I had not seen it directly. Next to it was a photograph of myself, on my knees, looking up, apparently into the eyes of the possessor of the huge cock stuffed into my mouth. I almost appeared to be smiling. It was the most unimaginably lewd shot of myself I will ever see. My first instinct was to reach out and tear it up, but then, as I looked at it, it didn’t seem like I was smiling, it seemed like I was enjoying myself! Indeed, that was it! The photograph captured the fact that I liked what I was doing and it showed. Proof, once and for all, that I love sucking cock!

“Wow!” I sighed, softly.

“Yeah,” Harry responded, standing close at my side, “didn’t they turn out great?”

“Oh, yeah! Great!” I was stunned by all the angles. He’d had cameras clicking away from places I had never suspected. I saw myself jacking off from above, from overhead, from the side, from below, from every which way. And sucking, too, from every angle. But the sixty-nine shots were the most impressive. I got a terrific erection just looking at them. Again, every angle seemed to have been covered. There were close-ups of my head in Harry’s crotch, long shots of the two of us sucking each other, shots from my feet upwards, shots from his feet upwards, overhead shots, side shots, everything.

“Jeez, look at these,” I said as I shifted slowly down the long table looking at photo after photo of myself in all the stages of arousal and orgasm. There were even a few shots of Harry and me showering together. Harry was looking at each one as I looked at them, his arm draped affectionately over my shoulder, moving with me as I moved down the length of the table. “These are terrific!

“They really are my best work,” Harry opined.

I couldn’t doubt it.

“There’s only one aspect missing…” he told me, pausing for my reaction.

“What’s that?” I asked hesitantly, wondering what it could be.

“To be really complete, this series needs some serious shots of fucking. Think you’re up to any fucking, today?”

“Damn, I’m up for something, I’ll tell you that much,” I admitted. “But, tell me, what kind of fucking did you have in mind?”

“Well,” he replied, “you didn’t seem to mind being on the top or the bottom when we sixty-nined yesterday. I was hopin’ you’d feel the same way about butt-fuckin’. I like to do it, and I like to get my butt fucked. What about you?”

“I’ve fucked more often than I’ve been fucked, but I love both.” I started removing my shirt. Harry grinned, stripping off his shirt.

“I’ve saved a special photo for you,” he said, opening a draw and pulling out a large photo. He handed it to me just as my trousers slid down to my ankles. My firm erection was fully outlined in my jockeys, an inch or two poking out of the top, and I knew Harry was looking at it.

I looked at the photo and drew in my breath. It was a shot like I had described to Harry, from above and behind my head, looking down the length of my naked body. The shadows and focus made it easy to imagine it was a photograph taken in a movie theater balcony. I looked muscular and terrific, with a giant erection in my fist caught at just the right angles in just the right lighting to make it look awesome.

“Harry, this is a perfect photo!” I told him with great feeling.

“I thought you’d like it,” he whispered into my ear, his naked body pressing against mine, his stiff cock poking into my side, “it’s already one of my favorites. Now, let’s go make some more ‘perfect photos,’” he suggested in tones too romantic and too sexual to ignore.

“Yes, I want to see my cock fucking you. I want to see your cock poking into me. Oooh, this should be great!”

It was. And I’ve got the prints to prove it.

* * * * *

After that, we met every few months for the next few years. I ended up with six large binders filled with photos of myself. Many photos include Harry. Some even include Tony who came with me to a few sessions. Harry was right. As I get older, I am really glad I’ve got these photos to look at. And I can’t tell you how often casually mentioning them to a guest and then almost reluctantly giving in and showing a few photos breaks down inhibition and leads to new adventure. And whenever I come across a guy with a truly terrific body, I always see to it that he makes an appointment for a session with Harry, who’s still at it, busier than ever.

The rain had stopped earlier in the morning and now the summer sun shone through the car windows heating the interior. I was hot already and wound down the window to let some cool air in.

I was nervous. Even more than last time I travelled this way. Today was certainly going to be different.

Only a few weeks ago I had participated in my first erotic mud wrestling match. Something I never thought I would ever get to do.

Out of the blue I had met my opponent Andy, online and before I knew it I was engaged in a hot sexual battle, stripped of my specially bought speedos and was rolling around covered in slippery clay in a large inflatable pool with the hardest cock I’d ever had.

To say I enjoyed the experience was an understatement, even more so because I had won the match. To my surprise I made Andy orgasm and victory was mine. But that is a story for another time.

This time things would be different. Andy wanted a rematch and who was i to say no?

The most erotic thing I’d ever done and I wanted more of it.

It was the bombshell of his suggestion that made me think twice.

“Have you ever wanted to be watched?” he threw in the middle of our online arrangement.

“I have two wrestle buddies that would love to watch us. What do you think?”

I was a little dumbstruck and really wasn’t sure if I wanted to share the experience.

I declined the offer and looked forward to our next private match.

For the next two days I couldn’t get the idea out of my head. He had planted the seed of something. The more I thought about it the more it appealed to me.

In our last online chat before the match I surprised him by telling him he should invite his two wrestling buddies. What had I done?

I considered cancelling right up until two hours before I was due to leave but I didn’t want to disappoint Andy and I wanted another mud match.

The 2 hour journey was mercifully short and my anticipation was growing with every mile. I was soon alerted that I had reached my destination and I parked outside the familiar looking house, glancing straight away at the closed garage that was positioned up the long drive almost behind the house.

As I walked to the front door it opened. Andy stood in jeans and t-shirt that was streaked with grey coloured hand prints. He had recently been mixing up the powdered clay that we would soon be wrestling in. We shook hands and greeted each other and I jokingly asked if he’d started without me as I looked him up and down.

We went into the house and had thirty minutes of coffee and general chit chat before he informed me what time our audience would arrive. I sat and finished my coffee while he showered. He appeared ten minutes later wearing just his white speedos.

At thirty five he was two years younger than me and I could see what a great body he must’ve had during his twenty’s. He was still hot now but similar to me, aging and the process of life can alter things slightly. The speedos never failed and bulged nicely. His tightly held cock and balls almost bouncing as he walked into the room.

I got my mind out of the gutter for a moment and proceeded to take my shower.

While I was drying myself off and pulling on my black speedos I heard the doorbell ring and several different voices could be heard but the words were a jumble through the walls.

After a few more minutes of heart pounding and breathing deeply I made my way back to the living room.

Andy appeared a minute later. I was sure his bulge had grown larger.

“Ok. Are you ready?” he asked.

“Are they here?” I replied suspecting that I already knew the answer.

“They are ready and waiting and very excited” he said, almost laughing.

“Let’s go” I said after another deep breath.

We walked to the kitchen and Andy stopped and turned.

“Are we going to enter how we discussed?”

My mind raced back to the last chat and the various ideas and rules we had set down.

There was to be no anal penetration of any sort. If our cocks slipped out of our speedos we weren’t allowed to put it back in. First to orgasm loses the match and the loser pays a forfeit and above all without compromising our competitive streaks we were going to put on a good show. I wanted to win again but we’d both talked about the possibility of being humiliated by being forced to cum in front of an audience. It seemed like a fun idea eventually but we both agreed on giving the audience what they want.

The idea in question was to enter the garage both sporting already hard cocks.

My cock was starting to twitch as I admitted to remembering our chats.

“Definitely!” I said

Before I knew it his hand was on my bulging speedos. Gently stroking it as the blood drained from my head making me slightly dizzy. I let out a soft groan as i reached for his neatly bundled package. I could feel his muscle hardening under the soft white fabric, growing with every stroke of my hand. My mind was now a blur and my heart was pumping furiously as nervousness and inhibition started to fade away.

“I hope you’re are ready for this” he said almost whispering

“Bring it on” I said confidently.

Both of our shafts were now clearly fully erect and in plain sight through our speedos.

We separated and exited the kitchen through the back door to the garden. The afternoon sun was beating down and felt warm on my body as we walked across heated paving to the garage side-door.

Andy opened the door and entered. As I followed in close behind there was the sound of clapping and cheering. The first thing that hit me apart from the noise was the heat and humidity. The garage was all but empty of everyday garage items. In the center, right where i left it was the pool or pit as we had started calling it. A fair size, it almost spanned the width of the garage. This time it was sitting on what looked like inflatable air beds giving the inside a soft and bouncy feel that we had both suggested since our last match.

Behind the pit was an old beat up sofa that I recognized from being in the corner of the garage the last time. It had been pulled out of retirement to serve the two guys that now sat on it overlooking the pit. Both were fairly well built in the body department and weren’t unattractive. They wore only speedos to. Somehow I hadn’t imagined that and thought they would be fully clothed. The light grey coloured clay covered the bottom of the pit and had required a lot of work judging by the numerous dirty buckets that littered the garage behind the sofa.

We continued the few short steps to the pit, still both sporting hard ons under our speedos which gained extra attention from the audience. We made our way to opposite corners of the pit and immediately stepped in.

The clay was cool on the skin compared to the warm air in the garage. Our bare feet sank into the inflated bottom which felt so much better than the hard floor of our previous encounter.

We immediately dropped to our knees to avoid slipping over, again sinking into the coolness of the sticky clay. It was mixed to perfection. We couldn’t stand the watery stuff we’d seen elsewhere and it wasn’t too thick that it stuck to you in clumps.

We waited, my heart thumping and my cock throbbing.

The signal to start came from the audience in the form of “Go!”

We both slid across the inflatable floor towards each other. Our hands met as we pushed and pulled against each other’s strength. It wasn’t fast or rough but still had plenty of meaning. Our bodies came together quickly as we both bear hugged each other. Our cocks mashed together and I could feel his hardness against mine.

His left hand lowered and grabbed my ass before slapping it to an approving cheer from our two voyeurs. He meant business. They wanted a show and he wanted to give it to them. My right hand went down into the clay and managed to scoop a handful which I quickly slapped on to Andy’s firm ass, spraying globs of muck in all directions. The audience loved that to.

It wasn’t long before we both lost our balance, our knees sliding on the uneven surface and falling sideways into the clay. The biggest cheer so far went up as we parted ways, both sliding on our fronts which were instantly smothered in the smooth grey muck.

Before I could right myself I felt Andy on my back and hooking his arms under mine. I was rolled over as Andy slid underneath me until I was lying on top of him. He held my arms tight as I felt his cock pressing on my back. His legs snaked around my waist and he used his feet to part my thighs, spreading my legs. My once black speedos were now a sloppy grey mess and my hips were thrust up displaying my bulge to everyone.

I was grunting at the force of it, giving a little extra for effect. I glanced over at our two watchers who were voicing their approval and stroking their own cocks through their speedos.

One of Andy’s legs suddenly moved up and his foot began sliding over my cock. There was little control as I struggled against the contact.

The two guys were starting to get more and more excited.

“Yeah!” they called out.

“No, no!” I added for effect.

Andy brought his other leg up and tried to use both his feet against my throbbing shaft but the clay was on my side as I slipped from his grasp and slid down his torso.

I span around as quickly as I could to see Andy getting to his knees. We were ninety percent smothered in the slippery mud. Only our faces and hair had escaped with spots of clay on them.

We quickly came together again in a hug. This time I took the initiative and pulled Andy’s speedos between his ass cheeks. He immediately slipped from the hug causing him to fall backwards. I quickly slid on top of his front and struggled with his strong arms until I spread my legs either side and straddled his stomach. I forcefully slid up to his chest and pinned his arms under my knees. I reached back and purposefully rubbed at his cock. His shaft was hard and slippery but before I could reach into his speedos he thrust his body up causing me to slide further up and over him. My cock filled speedos sliding over his face and smearing it with mud as I fell forward.

Andy was quick to respond. As I rolled on to my back he was there. He slid across me. Laying over my chest and holding my arm down in front of him. My other arm was trapped between his legs. It was almost a classic pin and he had a free hand.

I knew what was coming next. I couldn’t see it but I suddenly felt my cock being played with. Rubbed and stroked over my speedos. I grunted strongly trying to remove him from my chest. My legs slipped and kicked out trying to stop what was coming next.

Then it happened.

His hand slid into my speedos, grasping my cock with clay covered hands. There was loud approval from the audience who were now getting into the match.

“Get it out!” they demanded. “Get them off!”

Andy was thorough. It felt like he had grabbed clay and was now forcefully smothering my hairless balls and cock. I pushed and kicked out. I was enjoying the pleasure but i had to get free to win.

To my relief his hand disappeared from inside my speedos only to feel it taking grip of the seam around the top of my thigh. Before I could react he pulled at the material. Hearing the distinct sound of material starting to give way and the “Fuck yeah do it!” calls I pushed and thrust up as hard as I could. His grip on my speedos was still firm as he was pushed away. The material ripped slightly and was pulled across unleashing my cock from its mooring. The seam pulled across and separated my balls giving me a sudden dull pain. My opponent slid away and I quickly got to my knees and freed my other testicle from its speedo prison.

I was now exposed. My hard cock was bouncing free and my balls were hanging out of the stretched and partly ripped left leg of my speedos.

I couldn’t place my cock back into its place. Those were the rules.

“Oh fuck yeah!” one of our watchers exclaimed as he shoved his hand into his own speedos. The second quickly followed.

It suddenly dawned on me that id been naive to start with. These guys were putty in our hands. Andy was giving them what they wanted. I watched as he ran his hand over his speedos. I wasn’t sure if he was teasing the crowd or taunting me, probably both. In the few seconds of breathing space that followed my attitude changed.

I was hot, horny, erect and all but naked in front of two strangers who were absolutely lapping up the spectacle.

My hand started to caress my cock and balls smoothing the clay.

“You want this?” I taunted Andy, moving my hips from side to side causing my cock to gently slap each thigh.

He smiled as we both realized the show was on. I could quite easily have pulled off the rest of my speedos but it felt sexy and judging by everyone’s reactions it looked damn sexy to.

Again we made our way towards each other, my shaft bouncing dangerously free as I moved. We met hand to hand and pushed against each other. Andy’s knees slipped backward as I pushed. It sent him falling forward in front of me.

Seeing the opportunity I darted forward, my balls sliding down the back of his head all the way to his lower back as I straddled him again. I quickly slapped his ass before taking the side of his speedos in both hands and ripping the seam. I felt his body writhing under me. If he had wanted to get me off he would of. It would’ve been easy.

The side of his speedos gave way and I made sure it exposed his right ass cheek.

I reached for the other side, grasping either side of the seam as I looked at our audience.

They were waiting for the final rip. I nodded my head waiting for approval. It came loud and clear.

“Do it! Do it!”

“No!” My opponent begged.

I ruthlessly pulled the seam apart and pulled the material from under my prey.

I held them up victoriously to cheers and tossed them aside. I then smeared Andy’s ass in handfuls of clay. Feeling i had accomplished enough with that move I slid off my opponent and waited for him to rise without his precious covering.

Back on his knees and displaying his impressively hard cock, Andy wiped some clay from his face.

That was it. I knew he would be gunning for my speedos now. Not that it made much difference to me. I would rather have them fully off now.

After a little more pushing and pulling I found myself between his legs in a scissor move. It didn’t last long. Just long enough for him to remove the last of what used to be a pair of speedos.

From my experience of our last match this is where it got interesting. We were now naked, hard and a little breathless. It only took one of us to gain the advantage and the other would be shooting his load.

We came together in the center of the ring once more and into a hug. The movement was slower this time. My opponent’s hands were soon on my ass and i followed suit pulling each other closer and thrusting our groins rhythmically.

We grunted and groaned as we fucked cock to cock, neither one yielding at the intense pleasure.

“I want your cum.” Andy suddenly whispered breathlessly.

“My cock is going to drain yours.” he added.

He was right. I was losing it. His cock was overpowering mine. It was strong and slid against mine easily thanks to the clay. I wanted to cum.

“No no no.” was all could whisper to myself. I wanted to let go but couldn’t.

The crowd could sense it.

“Fuck his cock!”

“Make him cum!”

It didn’t help my situation.

I was in trouble. I pulled away to the side, slipping front first into the soft clay. I rolled over just in time to see a leg moving over my head followed by balls and a cock that were mercilessly planted on my forehead and dragged down my face as Andy took the initiative and once again molested my excited manhood.

He wanted to keep up the momentum. I certainly would’ve.

My head was trapped, turned slightly side ways to avoid suffocating on his ball sack. His hard cock angled downwards in front of my face covering my lips and nostrils with clay. I was so tempted to open my mouth in an attempt to suck at his cock.

I was being fully dominated in front of his buddies and they loved it. His hand was gliding up and down my cock picking up from where he had left off less than a minute before

I had to do something before it was all over. It took all my strength and a little help from the clay to roll him off. I spat clay and wiped it off my eyes before he was back on top of me. This time he straddled facing me.

His strength held me in the clay. My arms held down above my head. He purposely slid his cock and balls up my chest towards my face thinking he would stop there but he didn’t. He leant forward. His cock caught my chin on the way and before i could take a breath he smothered my face in his genitals. He took great pleasure in smearing my face. I wanted to open my mouth so badly.

He then slid back slightly and brought his feet over my stomach. I knew what they were looking for and they found it. I felt his feet clamp around my cock and started to wank it.

I opened my sticky eyelids to see his cock centimeters from my face.

His feet were doing too good a job. Between the beautiful pace at which he foot wanked me and the slippery lubrication of the clay I had to think fast. I couldn’t move. I wanted to give in and end the torment. What could I do? I had to break his dominance.

It took less than second to realize what I had to do.

To everyone’s surprise I lifted up my head and wrapped my lips around his cock. I sucked his length once and spat out the mouth of slightly gritty clay before returning and taking it in my mouth once more.

“Oh my god!” was all I could hear from the guys as I felt the rhythm on my cock disturbed.

It got weaker and fumbled until it stopped but I kept sucking at his cock. It was so firm and rigid and had a huge bulbous end. I wanted to suck his cock so much in our first match but I wasn’t brave enough.

I continued to impale my mouth on his throbbing muscle.

Did I have him?

Could I win here and now?

I thought I had earned it just by sucking his cock in all this muck.

He was almost silent. I could feel a slight push as I carried on sucking.

His sudden words were drawn out with pleasure.

“Oh fuck! You bastard!”.

That spurred me on, sucking faster. Was he now mine? Once he filled my mouth with his hot sperm it was all over.

I was disappointed to feel him quickly roll off, my mouth missing his shaft.

That was obviously the last straw for our admirers. They were now out of their speedos and wanking two very hard looking cocks.

They were getting more and more turned on as the match progressed but then so were we. We continued to slip and slide in and out of moves, doing our damdest to milk our opponents cock until eventually I was brought to my knees facing our audience, my arms held tightly behind me.

My energy was fading fast. I felt my arms pulled about until an arm reached around from behind and took hold of my cock. Andy had locked my arms behind me with one arm and my knees had separated and now sat on my feet.

I grunted trying to break free of his grip but it was no use. With every stroke of my cock i wanted to cum. I groaned and begged for him to stop but it did no good. Our two friends were fully wanking at my torture and must’ve been sensing that the end was near. I wanted to win. I had to win. I made another effort to free myself but it was weaker than the last. I sank back down, my balls swimming in the clay between my legs.

“No no!” I pleaded. This time I was serious.

But his hand was winning. I suddenly felt a familiar wave pass over me.

“Fuck no!” I said through gritted teeth.

The point of no return. My body tensed. The hand got faster. I couldn’t disguise it or hold it any longer.

I thrust my hips forward and that was it, the cum shot out of my cock in great streams splattering into the clay just shy of our two cheering perverts.

Andy let go and raised his hands to his adoring crowd as I slumped back in to the clay. I had been dominated and humiliated but it was a relief to have finished.

I had lost but strangely felt I had won.

I lay exhausted and spent. Breathless and smothered from head to toe in grey muck but it was worth it.

I suddenly started to consider what my forfeit would be for losing. Then I noticed the bottom of the pit moving and looked up to see Andy and our audience getting on their knees in the mud. I watched in wonder as they fondled and rubbed mud all over each other before they advanced on me.

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Dream that changed everything

I start to feel some confusion inside my head. Why am I thinking about a guy? He is not even a friend of mine. I hardly know about him. Every time I make an attempt to talk, ends like a disaster. Whenever he is around me, I experienced a strange feeling. What is happening to me? Is this bad? I am hundred percent sure that in my conscious mind I had never thought about him sexually. But everything was about to change, which started with a dream.

I wasn’t feeling sleepy when I got to bed, so naturally these things come to my mind. I tried very hard not to think about it, but how hard I tried to forget him, his face shines inside my head brighter. I think about his smile, his beauty, his talking style and so on. I don’t remember when my eyes closed.

I woke up feeling something against me. Something rock hard was pressing against me. Oh my god! I feel naked. Yes I am naked! But I wasn’t inside my room. It is so strange place. I can see the moon. Moonlight shines upon me. I am lying on a bed made up of roses. Arches with green creepers and purple flowers on it surrounded the bed. I tried to get up, but I can’t. Something soft but yet strong is wrapped around my stomach. Oh god! It’s a hand. A man’s hand!

I turned around. It was him. But I am so happy to see him there. Why am I so happy? Why I’m not screaming? SCREAM YOU FUCKING IDIOT. I see myself enjoying with a shiny long rod like thing which is fixed in between his thighs. Now he is kissing me, and I am enjoying it. Our tongues fight each other, but no one ever win. He now moves towards my neck. He seems to find a resting place in my shoulder. He now gets up and twisted his position. I am taking something long but strong and thick inside my mouth. But I can’t feel its taste. But I wanted to taste it so badly. My mouth is searching for its taste, but I can’t.

I felt something in my hole. It’s his finger. It was cold like ice, but was creamy like butter. I like the sensation. He inserted his finger inside. It was like something cold and smooth going inside my body. Something escaped from my mouth. “Aaaaahhhhhh”

He now replaced his finger with something bigger. It was his dick. I hate him when he takes it out of my mouth. I don’t want to take it out of my mouth. I want it there so badly. I want it inside my mouth. But when he inserted it into my glory hole my disappointment vanishes. I swear I had felt it at that time. I rubbed my hands along my chins hardly. I bite my lower lips. “Oh my god! Mmmm aah hmmm aaaah aaaah haaaa”, was all I could say. I stretched my body like a circus master. I was feeling so restless, of course I am restless, and how can I not be?

He took full control and he starts to ride me. Yes! He was riding me. I felt every moment so real. With each thrust going deeper and deeper. It was like exploring new areas we thought never existed. I closed my eyes, because I can’t tolerate the feeling. I was in an ecstasy. I was nearing the climax. My seeds were sprouting like I haven’t ejaculated for a very long time.

I opened my eyes into darkness. It took me a while to realize that it was a dream. What just happened? Was it a dream? Did I just dream of fucking with a guy? WHAT?

I checked my underwear. It’s all wet. What the fuck just happened? Did I really enjoy it that much? It was the first time I ejaculated in my sleep. Even when I start masturbation this hasn’t happened to me.

My rest of the night went sleepless. I thought about it over and over again. I prayed god not to end this night. I don’t want to see him again. I was scared to see him again. Not that he does something terrible to me; I don’t want to happen this to me again. I ain’t a gay or something; no I am not a gay. How can it be possible?

Again his thought comes to my mind. I just wanted to get rid of him. I decided not to talk to him ever again. It’ll be good for both of us. But I was wrong. I was absolutely wrong.

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a big shout out to RichardAdams for helping me with the story, not sure if the would have been any good without his editing!and yes everyone the RichardAdams of “Am I…” he is a awesome writer and a great editor. he has opened my eyes to many things, and if you have not read “am i…” yet i suggest you check it out! one of the best stories on the website handsdown! but enough of that here’s The Brighter Side

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“C’mon Brad! Table sixteen’s order is ready to go!” says Jeff, the chef/owner of Jeff’s Diner (yeah I know. Not very original…).

“Coming!” I call back.

I rush through the kitchen and get to the pass. On the pass sits four plates of food, ready to be delivered to the waiting customers, the smell of cooked meat and toasted bread filling my nose. “Thanks Brad!” Jeff says.

“No problem! They smell great as usual!”

I quickly balance the plates on my hands and arms and carefully walk out the double doors to the main restaurant floor. The noise isn’t too much, due the dinner rush slowing down, but there are still a lot of other customers left. I find table sixteen and walk over to them. “One hamburger, one tuna melt, and two BLT’s,” I say as I walk up.

The two guys and two girls smile at me, recognizing me from school. I quickly hand them the plates and look back at them. “Need anything else?” I ask.

“Nope, we’re good Brad,” says one of the girls (I think her name’s Emily).

“How’s the boyfriend hunt going?” asks one of the guys (Thomas or Tommy is his name).

“It’s not going anywhere at all,” I say. “Sure, there are a few openly gay guys at school, but they’re either taken or complete dicks.”

“Well, keep your head up,” says the second guy (maybe his name’s Josh or Joshua). “You’ll find someone soon enough.”

I offer them a smile. “Thanks guys. Hope you enjoy the food.”

They give me a wave and I walk through the dining floor, asking my tables if they need anything else, most of which don’t. I make it back to the server’s station and find my coworker and best friend: Jaden Simmons. “Hey Brad,” he says as I walk up.

“Hey Jaden,” I reply.

Yeah, in case you didn’t know by now, my name’s Bradley ‘Brad’ Connors. I’m eighteen year old and am a pretty average guy, five foot nine, tan skin from being in the sun, kind of shaggy brown hair with matching brown eyes, a lean body I keep in shape and people always call my face both ‘handsome’ and ‘cute.’ I’m not even sure that can be possible, being both handsome and having a cute face.

And in case you also haven’t noticed, I’m gay. I’ve been out for about two years now and am very happy to say that nothing about my life has changed because of it. Dad took it really well and said it didn’t change the fact I’m still his son. School didn’t change and people were really welcoming of me. It’s the same with Jaden.

Yeah, Jaden’s gay too. Jaden’s also seventeen and is about five foot seven or five foot eight with light brown skin that doesn’t have a single flaw to it and straight dark brown hair. He looks a bit younger than he is, but he makes up for it with a mostly positive attitude that never seems to appear at work. “God, I want this shift to be over,” Jaden complains.

“Why?” I ask. “There aren’t that many people in here and the people are all nice.”

“I know that. Matthew’s picking me up in a little while and I don’t want to wait anymore.”

Ugh. Matthew Jones is Jaden’s boyfriend. Surprisingly, Matthew’s the start quarterback for the football team and is the most attractive guy in school. He may be hot, but I don’t know what Jaden sees in him. “Well, we only have a few more tables to finish,” I say. “I want to get out of here too.”

I pull Jaden away from the station and get him to clean up a few tables while I handle the last few customers. We finish in about fifteen minutes and toss our aprons in the laundry bin and start to head out. “Thanks for the help today, boys!” Jeff says.

“Thanks for the hard work, Jeff!” I call back.

“See you next week!” says Jaden.

Jaden and I walk out through the back door and walk to the front of the restaurant. We don’t see Matthew’s car yet, so Jaden and I sit on the bench and wait. The moon and stars are high in the sky, making the night a beautiful one. “Today sucks,” Jaden says.

“You always say that,” I reply, knowing where this is going.

“Well, today sucks more than others.”

“You say that all the time too.” Jaden rests his elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands, letting out a large sigh. “Oh, stop being all gloom and doom.”

“I can’t help it. Life sucks right now.”

“You’re just saying that because we didn’t make that much money today.”

“I can’t help it. I need some money right now.”

I look down at my watch and see it’s almost fifteen minutes after eight. Matthew was supposed to pick up Jaden fifteen minutes ago. “Matthew’s late,” I say. “Do you need a ride home?”

“No thanks. I’ll give him a little more time.”

“Well, I’ll wait a little longer with you then.”

Jaden and I stare off into the distance, the air of the evening comfortably cool. Jaden and I do this sometimes, just stare into space and not say anything for a while. “Tomorrow’s Monday,” I say after almost ten minutes. “You know what that means…”

“Yeah,” Jaden dismally replies. “New partners for labs in Mr. Daley’s class.”

“Yup. I wonder who I’ll be partnered with this time.”

“Hopefully someone with some spunk and someone who can cheer you up, because you’ve been a real killjoy lately.”

I look at Jaden in disbelief. “I’ve been a killjoy? Please!”

“You have been. I think its because you’re lonely…”

I know Jaden didn’t mean it, but those words sting because they’re very true. “Please,” I solemnly say. “I don’t need anyone in my life.”

“Not even your best friend?” Jaden asks.

“Well, maybe you. But that’s it.”

“I don’t know what you’d do without me…”

I place my hand on Jaden’s shoulder and look him straight in the eye. “You’re my only friend, you know that right?”

“All too well.” A car suddenly pulls up in front of us. “Matthew’s here!”

And he’s thirty minutes late…

Jaden opens the door and quickly climbs in in. When he’s fully in the car, he leans over and gives Matthew a kiss. “Thanks for picking me up,” he says,

“You know it’s not a problem,” Matthew replies. He looks out the door and sees me. “Hey Brad.”

“Sup,” I reply.

“Hey Brad?” says Jaden. “All I’m saying is that you need to find some happiness in your life. It sucks seeing you so sad because you’re alone…”

“Yeah, yeah,” I wave off. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Okay…”

“Later Brad,” says Matthew.

Jaden shuts the door and I watch as Jaden and Matthew head off in Matthew’s jet black BMW, a nervous feeling in my stomach. I know Jaden and Matthew have been dating for almost two months now, but I still can’t seem to trust Matthew. He’s widely known around school as a flirt, even Jaden knows that, and I’ve seen him openly hit on other students, despite being with Jaden.

I get to my car and head home. But as I’m driving, I think about Jaden and Matthew. Matthew and Jaden met back in October. Matthew was having some trouble in his Anatomy class and needed a tutor. But Matthew, with his six foot three, two hundred twenty pound stature, makes him a bit hard to approach. Also, he’s a bit…slow. He’s not dumb at all. It just takes him a bit more time to understand some things.

So no one wanted to tutor Matthew. That was until Jaden came along. Jaden wasn’t scared of Matthew at all and was extremely patient with Matthew, it taking until December for Matthew to finally start understanding what he was learning. This was proved correct when Matthew got his first A on an Anatomy test.

He was so happy and couldn’t thank Jaden enough. So Matthew invited Jaden to a party at his house as thanks for all the help he’s given Matthew. That’s where things got…interesting. Jaden told me that Matthew got pretty drunk at the party and drunkenly pulled Jaden upstairs to his bedroom.

Jaden wondered what was going on, but Matthew pulled Jaden into a hard kiss. It totally caught Jaden off guard and when Matthew pulled away from Jaden, Matthew looked incredibly scared and Jaden bolted out the door. For the next two weeks, Jaden and Matthew never said a single word to one another.

Matthew eventually apologized for what happened, saying it was the alcohol taking him over, and Jaden forgave him. The two quickly became good friends. But Jaden and I noticed that Matthew was starting to be a bit different. Jaden sensed something was up and tried to put some space between him and Matthew.

Jaden told me that he didn’t want to be with Matthew because of Matthew’s tendencies to flirt with others and didn’t want his heart to be crushed and manipulated. But Jaden started to feel strongly about Matthew and he soon confessed his feelings to Matthew, expecting Matthew to turn him down or hate him.

But what came next surprised everyone. Matthew grabbed Jaden and kissed him right in the middle of the school lobby. Even I was shocked. Matthew said he felt the same way about Jaden and the two have been together ever since.

I shake the memories out of my head and focus on my driving. As I pull up to a red light and slow down, something catches my eye: a head of fiery orange hair. On the street corner, jogging in place, is a face I don’t recognize, and God is that face handsome with its strong jawline, light freckles, and emerald green eyes.

The mystery boy seems to be about my age and looks to be about six foot one. His red hair is close cut, similar to a crew cut, and his body is the work of a Renaissance sculptor. The boy is wearing a black tank top that shows off two beautifully sculpted arms, large biceps filling out both upper arms.

Even through a shirt, I can see the definition of a six-pack protruding through the fabric. As I look to his legs, covered by skin as white and pure as milk, the muscle tone is just as perfect as the rest of his body. Everything about this guy is…perfect. Just looking at him actually makes me stop breathing for a few seconds.

The boy suddenly starts jogging across the street through the crosswalk. As he passes, he turns and looks right at me. And just for a second, no, a fraction of a second, I see a sly smile on his face. I feel y face get hot the second he lays his eyes on me. He looks back in front of him and makes it across the street and keeps jogging down the sidewalk, my eyes never leaving him for a second.

The light turns back to green and it takes me a second to see it. I press lightly on the gas and continue my drive home, my face feeling magma hot and as red as the head of hair of that beautiful boy…

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I get home about fifteen minutes later, pulling into the driveway of my two-story house. As I pull in, I see Dad’s car sitting in the driveway. I pull in next to him and step out of the car and walk up into the house. I get to the kitchen and find Dad sitting at the counter with a glass of iced tea. “Hey Dad,” I say.

“Hey,” he replies. “How was work?”

“It kind of sucked.”

Dad suddenly laughs a little bit. “You’re hanging out with Jaden so much, you’re starting to sound like him.”

“Well, it did.” I take a seat next to him and he pours me a glass of tea too. “Thanks.” I take a sip of the tea and fall back in my seat. “I’m going to be alone for the rest of my life…”

“You always say that too,” Dad says with a bit of exasperation in his voice. “Why can’t you ever be positive?”

“I have nothing to be happy about. Dad, I need someone significant in my life. I love you, but I need someone else…” There’s a long pause and I regret what I said after a minute. “Dad…I didn’t…”

“I know you didn’t, son. Yeah, I know it’s been hard since your mom died. It’s been hard for me too. I know you need someone to help fill the void that I can’t fill. I’m sure you’ll find a boyfriend soon enough.”

“I hope so, Dad.” I drink the rest of my iced tea and stand up. “I’m going to take a shower and get my homework done.”

“Alright son.”

I give Dad a quick hug and head upstairs to the bathroom, still feeling a little bad about what I said. For the last five years, it’s just been Dad and me. Mom died five years ago in a car accident, and it was really hard to lose her. It left a hole in my heart that I haven’t been able to fill since.

Don’t get me wrong. Dad loves me more than anything. But it’s hard for him to support us both and to be there for me when I need it. He has a great job and makes enough money to give us a very comfortable life, but his hours are long and it’s often hard for us to see each other because I work on weekends, when he has his days off.

Once inside the bathroom, I quickly strip down and let the shower water get warm before stepping in. After a long day a work, a shower feels freaking amazing. I spend a bit longer in there than I should, but the extra minutes help me to unwind.

With a towel around my waist, I head back to my room and slip on a t-shirt and my boxer-briefs that are a size too small and show off the outline of my dick. I really should buy some new ones, but I’m always too lazy to go to the mall to get them. Plus, I like the way they feel around my waist and legs.

I fall into my bed and grab my calculus textbook from the side of my bed and ease into my homework. Yeah, homework sucks, but I need to keep my 3.7 GPA if I want to get into college. I look at the clock after I’m just about done. 11:23. Homework done in two hours. Not bad.

I set my school stuff down next to my bag and am about to get ready for bed when I think back to earlier in the evening, when I saw the red-haired boy. I need to tell Jaden about it…

My phone’s on my nightstand, so I grab it and quickly dial Jaden’s number. “Hey what’s up?” he asks after three rings.

“Not much,” I say. “I just got my homework done. How about you?”

“I just got out of the shower.”

“Aw, did Matthew get cum in your hair again? You poor thing…”

“Oh ha ha…very funny. And no he didn’t. Matthew and I didn’t have sex tonight.”

“Sure you didn’t…”

“Shut up!” Jaden yells with some laughter in his voice. “I know you didn’t just call me to mock me. Something else must be up.”

The red-haired boy pops back into my head, and I feel my dick hardening at the thought of him. “Well, after you and Matthew left, I was driving home when I saw this guy jogging on a street corner at a red light.”

“And…?”

“And he jogged across the street and he looked at me and smiled a bit. And when he smiled at me, I got so nervous that I felt my face blush. Stupid right?”

“Not even. You should’ve gotten out of your car and asked for his number so he could be your boyfriend. Maybe then you’d be happy.”

“I told you I’m fine. I don’t need anyone else…”

“Now you and I both know that isn’t true, Brad. Anybody that know you can tell that you’re practically screaming ‘somebody love me!’”

“Whatever…”

“Anyway, back to the guy. What did he look like? Don’t miss any details. I want to know everything.”

“Well, he looked like he was our age. He had bright orange hair that looked like his head was on fire and it was cut short, almost like a crew cut. His eyes were so green that they seemed almost fake and his skin was a pure white. God, his body was so ripped, like he works out every day. His face, body, everything was…perfect.”

From over the phone, I hear Jaden laugh a bit. “You really like this guy, don’t you?”

“What?! No I don’t! I-I just think he’s a very attractive guy!”

“Brad, never before have I heard you describe, let alone take interest, in anyone like this before. You’re head over heels for this guy!”

“W-Whatever. I’m going to sleep.”

“Okay, wallow in your own unhappiness…”

“Thanks, I will. Night.”

I hang up the phone and place it back on my nightstand. I turn out the lights and crawl into bed, placing the covers over me. As I fall into my pillow, I stare through the darkness and at the ceiling, the red-haired boy flowing back into my mind.

Yeah, I know Jaden’s right, and that’s why I couldn’t tell him that the second the boy smiled at me, my heart skipped a beat. I would do anything just to see that guy again…

Sleep starts to take me over, so I let it envelop me. I close my eyes and drift off into a comfortable slumber…

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My alarm clock causes me to shoot up from my bed. God, I don’t want to go to school today, but I need to find out whom my new lab partner is. I manage to pull myself out of bed and get to the bathroom for a shower. The boy from yesterday flows into my head as I let the warm water wake me up. Get out of my head…

Once I’m clean, I throw on some clothes, have a quick breakfast with Dad, and head off to school. It’s a very mild morning in Malibu. I wouldn’t mind walking to school if it weren’t so far from my house. I get to school and park in the parking lot and wait for Jaden to show up. Sure enough, he drives up a few minutes later in his Mustang and parks next to me. “Morning Brad!” he says as he’s getting out.

Jaden for some reason is always positive in the morning, which I didn’t even think was possible before I met him. Jaden’s wearing a grey t-shirt underneath a dark sweater and has on some tight jeans. He can pull off the jeans, but they show every inch of his lower body, including his perfect bubble butt, which is one of his best qualities.

Compared to the rest of our junior class, Jaden seems like he’s still in middle school with his shorter stature and cute face. I even remember the time when Jaden was mistaken for a fourteen year old and some old perverts tried to kidnap him. Since then, Jaden’s brothers and Matthew make him text them constantly. “Hey Jaden,” I reply.

He and I walk into school and greet people as we pass them in the hallway. “Did you finish the calculus homework last night?” I ask Jaden.

“Yeah, after you called me. It was really easy.”

I roll my eyes and look at Jaden. “No Jaden, it was not easy. It took me almost an hour to finish all the problems. You’re just insanely smart.”

“Nah, it’s just because I understand the material a lot faster than you and because of my good memory.”

“Which is also known as being insanely smart. By the way, where’re your glasses?”

Jaden turns a little red and looks at the floor. “I…uh…forgot them at home…again.”

“How can you forget something that sits on your face every day?” Jaden just shrugs. “So you’re blind for the day?”

“I’m not blind! I’m just…really near-sighted.”

“Sure you are…”

“Anyway, I have to get to class. I’ll see you a little later.”

Jaden turns down the hall and walks off to his first class while I head to English. As I’m walking down the hall, through my peripheral, I see something orange and green. I look back to where I saw it, but the colors are gone. I could’ve sworn I saw the guy from yesterday. I must be seeing things…

I quickly get to English and take my seat in the back of the room. As I pull out my textbook and get ready for today’s lecture, someone walks into the room and the first thing I see is a head of fiery hair. It’s the guy from yesterday! What the hell is he doing here?!

Now that I see him a little closer, he’s even more built than I thought. He’s wearing a tight, white t-shirt that shows two perfect pecs and the six-pack is very noticeable. His large biceps fill out the shirt sleeves very nicely and his muscular legs fit the jeans amazingly. The cherry on top is his ass, perfectly sculpted in those jeans.

I’m in complete disbelief. The guy walks up to Mrs. Gilman’s desk and she sees him standing in front of her. She turns red the second she sees him. “Oh! You must be my new student!” Mrs. Gilman says. “I’m your English teacher, Mrs. Gilman.”

“Yeah, I’m Lucas.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you!” Mrs. Gilman looks around the room and then back to Lucas. “Why don’t you go ahead and take a seat next to Bradley? Class will start in a few minutes.”

“Thanks,” says Lucas. Lucas secures his bag and walks to the back of the classroom. He sets his bag down next to the desk next to mine and sits in the chair. He looks at me after a second and smiles. “Didn’t think I’d be seeing you again so soon.”

I feel my face flush and look back at Lucas. “S-Seeing me again?” I stutter. “Um…I’m sure we’ve never seen each other before…”

“Yeah we did. It was yesterday on Walker Road. I was jogging across the street and saw you in your car. You were as red then as you are now.”

God, kill me now…

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Jaden

Ah, I love school. It’s a chance for me to meet new people and to make new friends, plus I get to see Matthew after every class. As I’m getting ready, I see someone walk into the room who I’ve never seen before. He walks over to Mr. Clark’s desk and hands him a note. “I’ve been expecting you, Mr. Lockheart,” says Mr. Clark.

“Hey,” the kid replies.

“Go ahead and take a seat anywhere you like. I’ll help you get adjusted in a few minutes.”

“Okay…”

The kid walks down the aisle and takes a seat right next to mine. He must be a new student on account of the nervousness almost radiating off of him. He stares down at his desk, not saying a word. I decide to break the ice, so I look at him with the friendliest smile I can create. “Hey, I’m Jaden. You must be new. What’s your name?”

The kid barely glances at me and goes right back to looking at his desk. “Kyle…” he quietly says.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you Kyle!”

“I guess…”

Wow, Kyle has almost no feeling in his voice. I can barely hear him, and he’s only three feet away from me. “Hey, how’s about I show you around the school after class?” I ask. “You probably don’t know where everything is, right?”

Kyle finally looks at me and his eyes have no expression whatsoever. They look like they’d be better suited for someone who’s been dead for six years. “Why?” he blankly asks me with cold eyes.

“Well…you’re a new student and you probably don’t know where your classes are. So I want to help you find them.”

I notice Kyle’s fist clench very tightly and his jaw sets. “Why’re you being so nice to me?” he angrily asks. “Can’t you see I’d rather walk around lost? Aren’t I off-putting because I look like I’m emo?”

Well, he does fir the bill of an emo kid. He’s wearing nothing but black clothing, from a black t-shirt to black skinny jeans and some black DC shoes, and it looks like he doesn’t go out in the sun. His skin is so white it’s almost albino. To go with his pale skin is a very slim, five foot ten body with limbs so thin they seem emaciated.

The only colors besides black are in the decal in the t-shirt with the logo ‘Devil May Cry.’ His hair is a deep black that is almost shoulder length and covers the left of his dark green eyes and seems to be his natural color. “Well, just because you seem like you’re emo doesn’t mean I can’t respect and be nice to you,” I tell Kyle in a respectful tone.

Kyle lets out a deep breath and rolls his eyes. “Fine…” he says in a hushed tone.

He looks back to the front of the class, ending the conversation. Throughout class, I keep glancing at Kyle. No matter what happens, his face doesn’t change at all. It remains completely devoid of expression and emotion. Sixty minutes of class later, the bell rings and everyone starts packing up their stuff. “Time to go!” I tell Kyle

“What’s the rush?’ Kyle asks, wrapping his black messenger bag over his shoulder.

“Sorry, my boyfriend’s waiting for me and I can’t wait to see him!” I excitedly tell Kyle.

“Boyfriend?” Kyle asks with surprise in his face, the first emotion I’ve seen from him.

“Yeah, I’m gay.” Kyle doesn’t respond, just stares at me with his blank look. “Oh, I’m sorry. Does me being gay make you uncomfortable? If it does, I can get someone else to show you around school.”

Kyle takes in a breath and looks at his feet. “I’m gay too…”

Even though he said it insanely quietly, I heard it, and I smile at Kyle. “Oh! That’s great! Don’t worry! If you’re worried about bullying and homophobia and all that bullshit, you don’t need to be. The students here are incredibly accepting. There may be a few who don’t understand being gay, but who cares? All that matters is that you love who you are.”

Kyle looks up and stares at me for a few seconds before his hard exterior finally cracks. He shows me a small smile that seems to light up his face. “Thanks,” he says.

“No problem. Now let’s get going.”

I lead Kyle outside the classroom and we start down the hall. I don’t even walk five feet before I’m scooped up off the ground by two very strong arms. “Good morning, my sunshine!” Matthew happily says.

“Oh my God, Matthew!” I say laughing. “Put me down! This is so embarrassing!”

“But I missed you so much…” Matthew whines.

“Sweetie, it hasn’t even been twelve hours since I last saw you. Plus, I have a guest with me today.” Matthew looks down and sees Kyle. “Matthew, this is Kyle. He just started here today. Kyle, this is my boyfriend, Matthew.”

Matthew sets me down and looks at Kyle with a glare. “What’s an emo kid doing with my sweet Jaden?” he almost growls.

Kyle suddenly looks like he wants to crawl into a shell. “Matthew!” I yell. “Stop being so over-protective of me! I’m showing him around the school.”

“Hi…” Kyle quietly says, once again looking at the floor.

“Since I’m showing him around the school, I was hoping you’d join us,” I tell Matthew.

“Anything for you,” Matthew says with his perfect smile.

“Great!”

Matthew bends down and gives me a light peck on the lips. “Wow,” I hear Kyle say.

Matthew looks over at Kyle, his face fuming. “What? You don’t approve of me loving Jaden?”

“N-No,” Kyle squeaks out. “Um…I’m gay too and…I’ve just never seen two guys so open about being gay before. And in high school no less.”

“Matthew, stop being mean,” I tell him. “Now c’mon.”

I take Matthew by the hand and lead Kyle through the halls, pointing out everything to him from the library, to the cafeteria, to all the classrooms. As we walk, I notice Kyle glancing at my hand in Matthew’s ever so often. He must not be used to seeing two guys holding hands and no one caring about it.

People say hi to Matthew and me as we walk through the school, which only adds to Kyle’s amazement. Matthew decides to stop at a vending machine to get a bottle of water. “I still can’t believe it,” says Kyle.

“Believe what?’ I ask.

“That a school could be so accepting of gay people and that two different races are dating. No one even stared at you and Matthew holding hands.”

“Well…you’re now attending a school where everyone accepts everyone. It’s a bit hard to adjust to initially, but it’s a fantastic place.”

The bell rings and students start clearing the hallway. “I need to go babe,” Matthew tells me.

“Okay,” I say. “I’ll see you a little later.” Matthew gives me a hug and kiss and heads off to his next class. “So what do you have next, Kyle?”

Um…” he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a slip of paper and quickly reads it. “Anatomy and Physiology with Mrs. Bender.”

“Oh, that’s my next class too. C’mon, I’ll take you there.”

Kyle follows me through the hall and more people greet me as I pass them. We walk into Mrs. Bender’s class and I see Brad sitting at his desk, pulling his textbook out of his bag. “Hey Brad,” I say.

Brad looks up and sees me. “Hey Jaden.” He looks behind me and sees Kyle. “Who’re you?”

“Um…I’m Kyle. I just started here and Jaden’s been showing me around the school.”

Brad gives Kyle a half-assed wave. “Hey,” he says in a rude tone.

I can feel Kyle shift his gaze away from Brad. “And he’s…” I try to tell Brad.

“No one cares,” Brad interrupts. “Look, I have a big problem. You know the guy I was telling you about last night?”

“Orange hair, green eyes, pale skin, fit body?”

“Yeah. He just started going here and he’s sitting next to me in my English class!”

“That’s great! Maybe you can ask him out and you can finally get that boyfriend you’ve been wanting!”

“Wait,” Kyle says. “He’s gay too?”

“Yeah,” Brad says with a bit of spite in his voice. “What it to you?”

“Um…well I’m…” Kyle tries to tell Brad.

“I don’t care,” Brad interrupts for the second time.

What the hell’s going on with Brad? I’ve never seen him like this before. “Brad!” I snap at him. “Stop being a dick!” I look back to Kyle, who once again looks like he just wants to hide. “Go ahead, Kyle.”

“Well…I’m gay too,” he says to Brad. “That’s all I wanted to tell you.”

Brad’s pissed off face suddenly softens and it shifts to embarrassment. “Oh, that’s great to hear,” he says. “Sorry about the way I was acting. I’ve just been freaking out a little.”

“It’s no big deal,” says Kyle.

“So back to the guy from yesterday,” Brad says. “He remembered seeing me as he jogged by my car and he saw me blush.”

“Do you know his name at least?’ I ask.

“His name’s Lucas Lockheart,” Kyle says.

Brad and I look at him, very confused. “How do you know his name?” Brad asks.

“I know his name because he’s my twin brother.”

And cue a hard laugh from me and complete embarrassment from Brad. Irony’s a bitch, isn’t it?

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Sean couldn’t believe what was happening. He found himself sitting in a holding cell alone. He felt scared, like a caged animal. He sat quietly on the cold steel slab used as a “bed.” he saw an officer approach his cell and open the cell door. Sean slowly stood up and followed the officer to another room. He had Sean stand in front of a camera; the officer took mugshots. The officer took Sean’s fingerprints and sat Sean down; handcuffed on the bench. He couldn’t wait until his parents got here. The officer informed him of his right to remain silent, and that anything he says can and will be used against him in a court of law. 

“how could this have happened? I didn’t break any laws!” he thought to himself. He still couldn’t understand what was happening; and he was damn sure that his parents will be infuriated. His parents soon arrived and demanded the officer to release him immediately. Seeing how irate Sean’s mother was, he took off the cuffs and released Sean to his parents. Sean rubbed his sore wrists tenderly to show that he is still hurting. Sean climbed into his dads SUV and saw Michael sitting next to him. “what happened bro?” he signed. “all I was doing was hitting baseballs o the field, the coach said I could and even left the lights of for me. What I wanna know is who was the douche-nozzle that called the cops!” Sean signed angrily. On the ride home, all Sean could think about was the way Bryan Jarvis looked at him yesterday. “could he have called the cops on me?” he thought. The family soon arrived home and Sean found Toby waiting in his room. “hey Toby!” Sean signed happily. He was so glad to see his boyfriend. He walked over to Toby and leaned in to give him a kiss when he pulled away. Sean was confused. “what’s wrong?” he asked. “we need to talk.” he signed with a serious expression on his face. “is this about last night?” Sean asked. “yes. What were you doing out there? And what’s this I hear about you getting arrested?!” he signed angrily. “I didnt do anything wrong! Stop yelling at me!” Sean signed starting to get upset. “oh sure. ‘you did nothing wrong’ that’s what they all say, Sean. Now what were you doing?”

“I was hitting baseballs off of the pitching machine at the baseball field, then some asshole called the cops. There, are you happy now, Toby!?” Sean signed growing more upset. “so, the cops just came along and arrested you? Is that it? I think you were doing something else and I wanna–“

“get out!!” Sean signed spelling every letter. Toby’s eyes grew full of regret. “I’m sorr–“

“out! I don’t want to see you anymore, Toby!” Sean signed as he pushed Toby out of the room. Sean slammed the door shut and laid down on his bed; starting to cry. “what the fuck is his problem?! I didn’t do anything wrong!!” he screamed in his head. He felt sick to his stomach; he wondered what he needed to do so people would stop doubting him. He closed his eyes as tears still fell, and cried himself to sleep. 

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Sean woke the next morning and decided to walk to school. The sun was shining and he knew that today was going to he different. He put on the nicest shirt he had, plus the most expensive pair of shorts he owned, and a Boston Red Sox flat-billed hat that he wore backwards. He grabbed his backpack and headed out. The sun felt so good on his skin; he loved it. As he walked down the street, he felt an immense pain grip the back of his head. He fell face down and felt himself being dragged. “sit him up against that wall.” Derek said to Bryan. Bryan braced Sean’s slender body against the wall, and saw that Derek was ready. He looked at Sean as he was still trying to get his bearings, and then Derek struck. He pulled down his pants, and took out his giant 9″ dick and shoved it down Sean’s throat. He began to thrust down the smaller boys throat as he threw his head back with pleasure. Bryan started to get hard too, and he started stroking his cock as he watched Derek abuse Sean. Sean couldn’t take Derek, and he started to choke. “yeah… That’s right, choke on my cock, homo! You filthy faggot!” Sean began to cry. He tried to push Derek off of him, but Derek was stronger then him. Noticing his rejection to submitting, derek put Sean’s head against the wall and pushed deeper down his throat. It felt amazing to Derek. Having this kind of control over someone just added to the pleasurable sensations. He pulled out and allowed Bryan a turn. Bryan was smaller than Derek, but only by 3″. It didn’t cause Sean to choke, but it doesn’t make getting raped any easier. Bryan instantly came; his young body wasn’t ready for pleasure of that caliber. He looked at Derek and saw that Derek was going to cum too, so Bryan pulled out of Sean’s abused mouth and watched as Derek forced his entire meat down his throat, and watched as he came. The boys soon got dressed, and kicked Sean a few times, then left. Sean was scared out of his mind; he slowly climbed to his feet and hunched over. He soon threw up, and cried. He turned around and stumbled home.

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Sean slept right through dinner that night and woke up the next morning. He lazily crawled out of bed and took a shower. Once he had cleaned himself from all of the gunk and cum, he looked himself in the mirror. “nothing more than a piece of crap deaf kid. Why would a gorgeous guy like Toby want to go out with a loser like you? You deserve to get beat up. You deserved to be raped.” he said to himself. He has had enough; bullies were constantly hurting him, his parents doubt him, his boyfriend thinks he is a liar, what more could he lose? He picked up his backpack and walked into his dads room. He looked under the bed and found a small box with a password lock on it. Sean knew the code, so it was pretty easy to acquire the contents of that box. He took the item and shoved it in the waistband of his pants, in-between his jeans and his briefs. Sean was mad; Sean was finished; Sean had finally cracked. He walked onto his bus and looked at each face of the people on it as he found a seat towards the back. As he stared out the window, all he could see was Dereks face change as he raped him. This infuriated Sean. “I will get my revenge!” he thought to himself. As the bus pulled up to the school, Sean was the last kid to get off. He looked around and slowly walked into the school. He passed the big double doors and walked down the hallway. He soon came upon Derek and his posse. He froze as images of yesterday’s fiasco filled Sean’s vision. Derek stepped towards him, and grinned. “you got a hot mouth, deaf boy.” he laughed. Sean grew furious. He looked around to see if anyone was watching, and he pulled out the item. It was his fathers gun. He pointed it at Derek, and watched as fear filled his evil eyes. Sean shook with anger, but continued to have a steady hand. “let’s calm down Sean, ok? I’m sorry! I wont bother–” a loud bang filled the halls. People screamed and ran away as Derek clenched his chest. Sean looked to Bryan and pulled the trigger on him. Then he shot Marc, and Darin. He looked to the fifth member, and the least Involved, Aidan. He couldn’t shoot Aidan; he didn’t do anything to Sean. He held his hands up and backed into a wall. “please, Sean. I’m sorry for what they did, but please stop this!” he said as his words fell upon Sean’s deaf ears. Sean felt a hand on his shoulder and he spun around and saw Toby. Toby looked so hurt and disappointed, but not frightened. “Sean, please give me the gun.” he signed. Sean refused to answer him. “please baby, give me the gun. It’s ok. Nobody is going to hurt you anymore.” he signed with a worried look on his face. “they kept hurting me and beating me up. They did horrible things to me. Do you know what thats like, Toby?!” he said signing with the gun in his hand. “no, I don’t. But this won’t solve anything. Stop hurting people, Sean. This isn’t the way. So, please give me the gun.” he signed calmly. Sean looked at Derek who had stopped moving but was slowly breathing. He then looked at Bryan who wasn’t moving at all; he was dead, So were Marc and Darin. Sean fell to his knees and hung his head. Toby sat next to him and gently took the gun away. He placed it against the wall and hugged Sean close. “it’s ok, baby. It’s ok now.” he signed as Sean cried silently.

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My name is Jason Harrison, and I am from New York City. I am used to living in an apartment and not having large open spaces due to the way New York real estate works, so college wasn’t a big transition for me, until I moved in with my new roommates.

I had been looking for an apartment to share for a while now because my college had crappy dorms and I was so tired of people in my room and sharing a commons area and showers. I was so done and so my parents said that they would pay my rent if I found an apartment with roommates.

Of course, I began my search right away as I was so ready to leave this dreaded dorm. I came across a few options but didn’t like either the landlords or the roommate options. Finally, I found it. Two guys I know from my Chem class put an ad on our student site asking for a roommate for their new apartment, so of course I applied right away. I interviewed and before I knew it I was moving in.

When I was in high school I played football and ran track for my school, and was pretty damn good. All of the girls wanted to ride my horse cock and so did even some straight guys. I have neat medium length dark brown hair, stunning blue green eyes, and a body to die for. I have massive pecs with big pink nipples, and a tight 8 pack with a sexy “V” going down to my dick.

After I moved in, I streched out on the big couch my roomies had in our common room area. I was exhausted from moving all of my furniture and picking out my new furnishings to make the space my own. I knew Daniel was out for the night with his girlfriend and that he probably wouldn’t be back until tomorrow morning, so Blake and I were alone. We both had been single with just random hookups every now and then when we needed them. He still didn’t know that I was gay, but neither did anyone else on campus.

He came in the common room and sat down on the couch towards my feet, and got comfortable. I looked over at him and saw he had a raging boner in his athletic shorts. I couldn’t believe the size of his meat, it was ridiculous and nearly wrapped around his tight runners waist. I had always crushed on Blake with his tight stomach, big pecs and big strong tree trunk legs. I knew he must have a monster downstairs with those big feet and his crazy height.

“Dude does House Hunters get you horny?” I jokingly asked, not expecting a serious response.

“Nah man I was just thinking about someone I met last night.” Blake replied in his sexy deep voice.

“Oh and who’s the lucky guy?” I jokingly asked again trying to lighten his mood, knowing he was straight.

“Actually it is a guy I met in Chem class.. but I didn’t really get to know him until last night.” Blake replied.

I knew right then he was talking about me. That raging thick boner had my name written all over it. I sat up and grabbed on to one of his thick biceps and said, “Oh really, baby?”

He looked up at me and put is hands around my waist and pulled me on top of him and said, “Oh fuck yea!”

I couldn’t be hornier, we were all alone for the night and he was one of the sexiest guys i’ve ever met. I had an instant hard on that he felt up as he moaned and moaned under my thick rock hard body. His hands went around to my big muscular ass and he slipped his hands into the boxers I had on.

“I want to get into that bedroom big boy..” He said in that sexy voice that made my knees weak. I gladly stumbled into my bedroom with him all over me and his tongue down my throat.

“I’ve wanted to feel that big dick since I first saw it baby.” I said in an attempt to make a horny pillow talk with him. He moaned louder and took my shirt off and got himself naked. He had a firm grip on my massive boulder balls and crept under me until I could smack him accross the face with my long hard dick. It was so stiff I could hardly beat him with it. He enveloped it in one motion down to my sack and I screamed in pleasure.

“Oh fuck yea give me that big dick you bitch!!” He shouted from under me. I flipped him over and 69’ed with him for what felt like forever. He had a big tight dick with well trimmed hair at the base and a ball sack of a greek god. I was about to shoot ropes into his throat but I pulled him off and threw him down on his stomach. He knew I was going in dry I didn’t have time to grab a condom or lube and he didn’t care.

“Get the fuck in this virgin ass baby. Fuck me all night you horse. Stuff that meat in this fresh ass and shoot your fuck sauce in me bitch!!” I could cum just listening to him talk like that. I replied and got the fuck in that tight virgin ass as fast as I could. In and out and in and out he moaned each time I pulled up on his broad shoulders thrusting this monster cock in his virgin ass. I busted a nut in his ass within 5 minutes of getting in. He had me so horny and he knew just how to fuck squeezing my dick with his big ass cheeks each time I was entering that now loose ass hole. I emptied and shot at least 15 ropes of sweet love juice into that ass and he knew I needed some of his horse dick in my ass now.

He threw me down, I was still coming down from my first minute long orgasm with this fucking sexy ass hunk of a roommate. He teased me and made me beg for that big long schlong of a dick and my mouth was watering I wanted him so bad. He put the head in and I shot out again. He had me hornier than I had ever thought of being. God that fat dick made it all the way in my tight athletic ass and he thrusted up in me for what felt like eternity. He fucked me long and hard in at least 4 different positions. I was loving every minute and loved feeling his big tight balls smack up against me each time he went all the way in. His sweat was all over me and I was more wet than after a locker room shower when he finally came and shot think long ropes up my ass. I was hard again by the time he was done and we were both panting like dogs. We wrestled each other until I was on top of that sexy tanned body and I brought my hard dick up to his sweet face and shoved it down his throat all over again. He sucked me off and we slept naked on top of each other that night.

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I sat in my usual seat in the classroom. I had been takeing night classes in phsycology at the local college. From my seat I could see all the other student’s as they filed in. I didn’t really talk to any of them. Most of them were overly smart, young college kids and I was a middle aged man who was trying to make something of himself. Thirty isn’t that middle aged. I have short dark blond hair, green eyes and am a little heavy set. Not obease, just chunky. “More cushion for the pushin” as my cousin would say. Finally the teacher walked in. God he was hot! Tall with short black hair, brown eyes, large, full lips and light, caramel colored skin. Mr. Martin was his name and he was possibly the hottest black man I had ever seen.

The class settled and Mr. Martin began his lesson. When he came to the phsycological reasons for masterbation, I heard titters and giggled ripple through the class. I wondered if Mr. Martin ever jerked off? I know I did. I am not very well endowed “down south”. 5 inches when hard. I believed that was the main reason I have never really had a relationship. Most guys are looking for lovers and partners who have some heft in the cock department and I just dont. I am ok with it though. It used to throw me into deep depression when I would send a hot guy I liked a message and would never hear back from him. Now I realize that internet dating isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. You only meet the man of you’re dreams online in movies.

The class ended and the other students started leaving. Mr. Martin began gathering his books and notes and putting them away. I was doing the same. Suddenly he looked up at me and smiled. “You’re very quite tonight Stephen.” Stephen is my name BTW. I smiled. “Just have alot on my mind sir.” He nodded. “I was just headed out for some coffee and a sandwich, care to join me and we can talk about it?” You could have knocked me over with a feather. I stood and walked down to him. “I wouldn’t want to impose, you probably have someone waiting at home for you.” He snapped his briefcase shut. “Nope, I live alone and besides Mr. Cheevers, I am single and free.” I cocked my head to the side and smirked. “Mr. Cheevers?” Mr. Martin laughed. “My cat.” I nodded and followed him down to our cars. The parking lot was pretty much deserted. My car was parked alongside a light.

“Wanna follow me to the local diner?” Mr Martin asked. I nodded. I got into my car and took a deep breath. What the hell was I doing? I should just go home and tell Mr. Martin I had suddely become sick. I shook my head. This chance had been given to me and I was not going to waste it. I drove to the diner and parked. He was waiting for me. “Hungry?” he asked. I looked down at myself and then smiled. “When am I not?” It was ment to be a joke but a look a such pain came over Mr. Martin’s face, I believed I had hurt him. We went into the diner and sat in a booth.

“I asked you here because I need to talk to you about something.” I nodded. I could tell he was nervous. “I am in love with one of my students.” Again I nodded. “Do they know?” He shook his head. “No, I am afraid to tell him.” My heart almost stopped. Mr Martin, the beautiful black man I had been lusting after was gay! I cleared my throat. “Well, why don’t you just ask him out to dinner or something and see where it goes?” He nodded. “I was about to but I am afraid of getting into trouble if things didn’t work out.” I nodded. I was well aware of the schools policy about teachers dating students. It happened but not out in the open. “Well, if he likes you as much as you clearly do, I don’t think that’d be a problem.”

A smiled lit up his beautiful face. “Thanks, I knew I could count on you.” I was glad I could help. In one way. In another I was kind of bummed that he wasn’t speaking of me. The waitress came and took our orders. “So what is bothering you?” I frowned. “It’s nothing. It’s no longer important.” He nodded but didn’t say anything. I knew Mr. Martin wasn’t one to pry. We are and then went out to our cars. “Thanks Stephen, I really appriciate you listening to me.” I nodded. “Let me know how it works out with him.” Mr Martin smiled strangely. “Oh, you’ll know.”

I went home and sulked. I felt terrible. It felt like everyone around me was finding love and having a life and I was just here. Almost as if I was on one side of a two way mirror and everyone else was on the other side. I could watch them fall in love and have relationships but I could never experience it myself. I nodded as I got into bed. I am never one to brood. Ok, so Mr. Martin isn’t into me. So what? I went to bed determined not to care.

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Marcus laid there in bed, his cat Mr. Cheevers sleeping next to him. His chest was smooth and muscular wirth two dark nipples. He smiled. So now he knew he could ask Stephen out. He had been in love with him since he first started taking his class. Marcus’s 10 inch cock grew rock hard when Stephen was near him. He often times had to jerk off in his car. He had just finished doing so, bringing himself to a mind shattering orgasm. He didn’t care that Stephen was heavy set. That was part of what made him sexy. He didn’t care for all these muscular, self-centerd men. Stephen was quiet and kind. Marcus liked that.

He stroked Mr Cheevers soft furr and felt him purr. “I think we might just have found the one baby boy.” Mr. Cheevers mewed in sleepy agreement. Marcus could hardly wait to see Stephen tomarrow night in class. He smiled. He knew Stephen would be shocked when he told him. His cock twitched when he imagined his caramel colored skin against his white skin.

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I took a deep breath before walking into class that night. Mr Martin smiled at me as I took my seat. I didn’t fawn over Mr. Martin like I usually did. He loved someone else who clearly wasn’t me so what was the point? After class I gathered my things and was preparing to leave when Mr. Martin stopped me. “Can I ask you a favor?” I nodded. “I am meeting the guy I told you about at a local restaraunt and I was wondering if you would like to join us?” I felt anger rise up in me. “I dont think so I really have to…” The look on his face was so imploring that I sighed and agreed. I went home and changed. “What the hell am I doing?” I asked myself as I drove to the restaraunt. I found Mr. Martin. He looked very handsome in a fresh, crisp dress shirt and slacks. I sat down. “So when is you’re mystery guy supposed to show?” Mr. Martin smiled. “He’s already here.” I blinked. The realization of what he said hit me like a ton of bricks. “You mean me?” He nodded.

“I’m the one you’re in love with?” Again he nodded. “I’ve been in love with you since the first time you walked into my class.” I didn’t know what to say. “Why me, I mean, I’m a nobody. There are plenty of other guys in the class that are way hotter than I am.” Mr. Martin cocked his head to the side and smiled. “You know why I like you? The first day of class I watched you give up you’re seat so another person could sit there.” I blushed. “That was just me being an gentleman.” Mr. Martin reached across the table and touched my hand. “That was you being the warm, kind hearted man I know you are.”

I smiled. “Mr. Martin…” He laughed. “Call me Marcus please.” I nodded. “Ok, Marcus. I have to admit, I have been lusting after you since the first moment I saw you.” Marcua smirked. “Why don’t we get outta here and go back to my place.” I frowned. “I don’t think I am ready for you to see me naked yet.” Marcus’s eyes sparkled. “I ment to talk and maby share some wine.” I laughed. “Ok.” We drove to Marcus’s beach house. It looked like a Frank Loydd Wright creation with different levels of glass windows. “Nice place.” Marcus nodded. “I like it.”

The inside was even more spetacular than the outside. In the frontroom was a huge, stone fireplace, soft black leather couch. The kitched had stainless steel appliances. Marcus smiled. “Would u like a glass of wine?” I nodded. “I have a hotub out back you know?” I laughed. “I didn’t bring any swimtrunks.” He smiled laciviously. “That’s the whole idea.” I laughed even harder. “You’re hell bent on doing everything you can to get me into bed tonight aren’t you?” He nodded. I sighed. “Ok,fire up the hotub and I’ll join u in a moment.” He looked like a little kid who had just been told he could blow up frogs as he walked down the hall to the back porch.

Oh God! What had I just agreed to? I was about to get all necked with a man I had been longing for since forever. What if he was dissapointed when he finally saw me naked? I have dips and valleys on my body that could be called fat rolls but not alot. My manboobs are a particular embarassment to me. I must be out of my freaking mind to be doing this! I steeled myself and walked out onto the back porch. The porch itself was made from beautiful wood and I could hear the sounds of the ocean in the distance. I looked up and noticed La Luna, Goddess of the moon was riding high on her cloudy throne.

I looked at the hotub and my breath caught at what I saw. Marcus had stripped and was now sitting in the bubbling water smiling expectantly at me. “Are you gonna join me or just stand there with you’re mouth open?” I took a deep breath. “It’s now or never!” I said to myself.

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Marcus watched as Stephen lifted his shirt over his head. His chest was smooth and he longed to feel and suck on his manboobs. God this was making him so hot! His pulse quickened when he watched as he slowly unzipped his pants and pulled them down. Oh he could hardly stand it. He wanted to pull him into the hotube and ram his now steel hard cock deep into his ass. Fuck him without mercy. Marcus knew he was in love. For the first time he found a man who wasn’t self absorbed and vain. He didn’t care that Stephen was a big man. He found his bulk beautiful.

Stephen wore a pair of briefs. “Get in here!” Marcus ordered with a smirk. Stephen smiled. “I’m still wearing my briefs.” Marcus moved to the edge of the hotub. “I said get in here!” Stephen shrugged and sank into the hot water. “Wow, this feels amazing!” Marcus reached under the water and placed his hand on Stephen’s leg. “I know something else that’ll feel amazing!” he leaned in and pressed his lips against Stephens. They frenched for a few moments. Their tongues slipping in and out of eachother’s mouths like eels. Marcus reached below the water, inside Stephen briefs and grasped his cock. Stephen moaned as they kissed.

“Stand up and turn you’re back to me.” Stephen did as he was told. Marcus gently pushed him forward until he was leaning agaist the edge of the hotub. He hooked his figers into the wet waistband of Stephen’s briefs and slowly pulled them down. Stephen’s ass was beautiful. Smooth and round. He placed his hand on each cheek. “I’m gonna make you feel so good!” he whispered into Stephen’s ear. He nudged his legs further apart with his knee and parted his cheeks. There in the middle was Stephen’s rosebud. Marcus flicked his tongue across it and laughed when he felt Stephen jump.

“Liked that did you?” Stephen nodded. Marcus was pleased he knew not to speak. The occasion didn’t call for words. He licked between Stephens wet cheeks and heard him moan. “MMMM!!” Marcus gently massaged his low hanging balls while he worked on his ass. “Oh fuck yeah!” Stephen exclaimed. Marcus smiled. This guy was quickly becomming inihibited. He dove into Stephen’s ass, lapping at his hole. Stephen was sighing softly. “Shit that feels so freaking good!”

Marcus spent a few more minutes licking his ass before he spun Stephen around and sat him on the edge of the hotub. He noticed his cock was rock hard. It wasn’t very big. 5 inches but it was thick with a glistening, mushroom like head.

Marcus gently stroked his cock while licking the tip. “Ooooh!” he eclaimed. I looked up and saw his eyes were closed and he was smiling. I devoured his cock which wasn’t hard for me to do since it wasn’t very big. I hated sucking on massive cocks that made me gag. “Holy fuck!” Stephen exlaimed. I smiled. I worked his cock. Moving my mouth up and down his slippery shaft. I gently played with his balls as I sucked. He was panting and moaning softly. “Oh, you sure know how to suck cock!” he murmered. I felt his balls draw up in my hand. “Oh shit, I’m gonna cum!” he begged me to stop but I only sucked harder. “URRGGGHHH!!!” he groweled as I felt his cock twitch in my mouth as his hot, sweet spunk flooded my mouth and went down my throat. I drank every drop like I was a man dying of thirst.

“Wow!” Stephen exlaimed when I had cleaned his cock off. He slid back into the foamy water. I sat next to him. “Shall we continue this in my bedroom?” Stephen nodded. I helped him out and we moved upstairs.

Authors note: I switched to Marcus speaking in the first person because I find it easier than writing in the third person.

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Fucking hell! I had just had the most amazing blowjob from the man I was quickly falling in love with. I had never cum so hard. I followed Macus upstairs watching his perfect ass sway with each step. His cock made me gasp when I saw it. It was freaking huge. 10 inches at least. I wondered if I could take that moster prick up my ass. I sure as hell was gonna try! When we got up to his room He turned and smiled at me. I could see his body in the moonlight. It was beautiful. His chest was smooth and sulpted and his stomach was flat and ripped. I watched as he moved closer. “I wanna fuck u so bad!” he exclaimed. “Can I suck you first?” I asked. He nodded. We climbed on the four poster bed and I knelt infront of is rock hard prick. Taking it in my hand and stroked it. It was thick. I could barely fit my hand around it. I licked the tip and heard Marcus gasp. “Yeah babe! Suck my big cock!” I took the head of his cock into my mouth. It tasted wonderful. I moved lower, careful not to go to far. I didn’t want to gag.

Marcus moaned softly. “Oh Yeah!, This is what I’ve been waiting for!” I stroked his cock while I sucked and rolled his heavy, fleshy balls in my mouth. Soon he was breathing heavily and I knew he was close to cumming. I stopped and stared up at him. “You wanna fuck me now?” He smiled. “Get onto you’re stomach.” I loved it when he ordered me around. I lay on my stomach. I heard him uwrap a condom. I jerked a little when I felt him squirt some lube onto my ass. “Cold?” he said with a chuckle. I nodded. I felt him insert a finger. It felt wonderful. He moved it around. “Damn baby, you’re so freaking tight!” I smiled. “That’s because I’ve never had a man like you to open me up daddy!” He slapped my ass. He worked my ass with his finger, adding a digit before he stopped. “You ready?” I nodded.

I felt him raise himself over me and saw he grabbed his moster cock at the base. I moaned loudly when I felt it pass between the valley of my ass cheeks. He didn’t move. “This is gonna hurt but just remember to push out like you’re taking a shit. It should help. You ready?” He asked. I nodded. My heart was going a mile a minute. Marcus began moving his hips. I felt every inch of his cock pulling out and pushing in. He inserted more of his cock with each thrust. His massive cock was almost stretching my hole. It didn’t hurt as bad as I thought. Soon I was enjoying it. “Yeah, fuck me!” I felt his body pressed against mine. His heart beating with mine. “You like it when I fuck you’re sweet ass with my big cock? ” he murmered into my ear. “Yeah, fuck me daddy!” He chuckled and gave my cheek a slap. “That’s right and don’t you forget it!”

Soon we were both sweating and panting . “Oooh! Fuck me with that big cock!” I moaned. Marcus moved faster, thrusting deep into my ass like a jackhammer. “Oh, fuck, I’m close!” he murmered. He continued to hammer my ass and cup my mantits with his big hands until I felt his cock swell and he exploaded. I felt his hot cum fill my insides. “UUURRRHHH!!!” he roared as he came. When his cock stopped twitching he pulled out and flopped down next to me. “Damn!” I nodded. “I know.” He propped himself up onto his shoulder. “I love you.” I smiled, tears filled my eyes. “I love you too!” he smiled. “Move in with me?” I was so happy I couldn’t speak. I kissed him and then he stood. “Come.” We stood under the hot shower. He reached between my legs and began stroking my cock. “Yeah, I want you to cum for daddy!” I felt my balls draw up. “UHH! I’m gonna cum.” I felt my cock go off like a missle, shooting my spunk all over the tile floor of the shower. “FFFUUUCCK!” I moaned as I jerked with passion.

We cleaned up and fell asleep in eachothers arms. A smile on my face. I had finally found the one man I had been looking for.

The End.

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I was so excited. I had entered a contest in the Inches magazine and for once I was lucky. I won a free two week all expenses trip to Gay Pride in San Francisco.

The contest involved writing a gay fantasy story, well I knew how to write and so I composed one and sent it off.

A week later I got a certified letter in the mail telling me that they enjoyed my Fantasy and would post it in an upcoming issue of Inches Magazine. They mentioned how I was able to incorporate guys with big cocks fucking a hot bottom and bringing the reader into the fantasy and making them become part of it.

Shit I couldn’t believe that this was happening to me. It was Friday and the flight was leaving Saturday morning around five AM.

I quickly got ready and packed my best clothes, the ones that made me look hot.

A couple of pairs of Button Fly 501 Levis along with the same style of jeans but in shorts, Tight form fitting Tank Tops, my best well-worn in Cowboy Boots and my Satin Boxers. I usually wore boxers as I liked to hang free and show off what I have. I had a nice set of balls about as big extra-large chicken eggs and when soft I hung down a good three inches at the inside of my leg. My Jeans were tight enough to hug my melon shaped butt but not too tight as to be uncomfortable.

I was hoping that while I was down there I would get lucky and have a few good fuckings of my life. Because those Californian boys are fucking hot.

I tried to go to sleep but my mind was racing and it seemed like forever waiting for the Shuttle to the airport. I decided that while I was waiting I would douche my ass out. Make it all nice and ready. It was about a seven hour flight time to San Francisco. I was hoping that when I got there I could find a hot hung guy to use my ass to the extreme. Of course I would have to check my ass when I got there to see if I was still clean. But at least it would be prepped.

I also got out my eleven inch Ken Ryker dildo and shoved it up my ass getting it all nice and loose and ready for anything I could get. I was a real Fuck Slut; I just couldn’t get enough cock.

The doorbell rang at four AM and I quickly came out of my house locked the door and climbed into the transport.

It was only about a half hour drive to the airport from my house When I got there I was greeted by this hot looking guy.

He introduced himself as Todd and he was to be my host and guide while I went down to Pride Day. He had such a wonderful warm smile and he was a piece of eye candy.

He reached out his hand a clasped mine in a warm handshake.

Right away I knew he was gay as he looked me up and down and said, “You must be Steve. Glad to meet you. My you sure are a fine looking Dude; the boys are gonna like you.”

“Well if they are as handsome as you, I can’t wait to have them.” I replied as I flirted with him.

It was time to board the plane. He put his arm over my shoulder and walked with me up the stairs and into the plane. Damn it was nice to have his arm around me; it sent tingles up and down my spine. But then whenever a hot guy held me I got goose bumps.

The plane was a one of those smaller ones; it would probably hold about fifty people.

He led me to the rear of the plane and through a doorway. It was empty of other passengers. There were about ten large seats available apparently we were the only ones in the first class section.

Todd closed the door behind us and he dropped his hand to my ass and gave it an affectionate slap and squeeze.

Then he sat down and urged me to sit beside him. When I had sat down he put his hand on my knee and said, “So Steve are you excited, is this you have always dreamed of?”

“Fucken right,” I blurted out in an excited voice as I laughed out loud. “I have always wanted to go to San Francisco and get into trouble, if you know what I mean!”

I placed my hand on his knee and gave a squeeze and looked deeply into his bedroom eyes. Slowly I moved my hand up his legs to his crotch and gave it a slight squeeze. Damn it sure felt like he had a big cock.

Todd laughed and said to me, “Well Steve, aren’t you a randy one. I see that when you want something you go right for it.” He moved his hand up to my crotch as well.

He quickly turned to me and planted a warm sensuous kiss on me. His tongue parted my lips and slipped its way in and explored the inside of my mouth. He tasted so good, I melted instantly. We finished the kiss and smiled big smiles at each other. Damn he was hot.

The Captain came over the loudspeaker and announced that flight 6969 would be leaving and to fasten our seat belts. I laughed inwardly, flight 6969, what implications did that have.

The plane taxied down the runway and lifted off. When we reached cruising altitude, we were told we could take off our seatbelts.

First class was quite comfortable there was lots of room to stretch out your legs.

After a few minutes a very handsome Stewart came back to us and asked, “Good morning Mr. Jackson, Mr. McKay. Welcome aboard. I hope your flight is comfortable. If you need anything just ring the buzzer and I will come. Would you like any refreshments?”

Then I realized that we both still had our hands on each other’s legs.

The Stewart looked down and smiled.

Todd smiled back and answered, “Thanks Patrick, good to see you again. This Is Steve he won this year’s contest for a trip to the Pride celebration, I am going to show him the ropes so to speak. And why are you being so formal, call me Todd.”

“OK Todd,” he replied. “I just didn’t know if this was business or pleasure. But I can see that this is going to be pleasure. I’ll make sure you are not disturbed.” He gave us both a knowing smile. Now would you care for a drink?”

Todd thought a moment and the answered Patrick, “I think that the usual would be fine.”

Patrick said “So it is a jug of Sangria with crushed ice. I’ll get that right away for you.”

He turned around and went down the aisle, stepping through the door and closed it behind him, separating us from the rest of the passengers.

I had a kind of shocked look on my face. What just happened?

Todd laughed and reassured me, “Patrick and I go way back. As a matter of fact you will be seeing him at the gay pride celebrations. By the way I could tell he was interested in you. You are his type and he packs a mean big cock. I saw him looking at your fine firm butt as we came on the plane. I am sure he would like to get into it. If you want I can set up a date with him during your stay.”

Wow another shocker, Todd was so open and forward.

“Um Ya,” I stuttered out. “I have every intension of getting as much fuck time as I can while I am here. You see Todd, I love long hot fuck sessions and also love group sex as well. My ass craves big hard cock up it. Did you read my fantasy story? Just so you know I picture myself as Darian in it and enjoy having my ass fucked by a big cock, the bigger the better.”

Todd squeezed my crotch and answered, “Oh you bet Steve. I certainly read it and it was fucken hot. So you are Darian are you? Well then I think that me and the boys are just gonna get a long great with you. And if by what you wrote in your fantasy is what you like we will certainly oblige you.”

Then he leaned over, slipped his hand up inside my tank top and started to gently pinch one of my nipples.

Todd started kissing me passionately again. While we were in the midst of our kiss, Patrick came back with the Sangria on a tray.

He cleared his throat and spoke out in a sexy drawl, “Gentlemen, if you have a moment I have your drinks ready for you. I’ll just set it down here and leave you to your fun.” HERE IS WHAT PATRICK LOOKS LIKE.

Todd called out before he could leave, “Patrick wait for a moment, I have something to ask you. I was just telling Steve here that you liked the way his butt looked and that you would love to dive into it. Are you going to be free in the next couple of weeks? Oh and by the way, I will e-mail his fantasy story so you can get a gist of what he likes. He portrays himself as Darian in it and I think you will find it exciting and stimulating. I also told him you have a huge cock and love to fuck.”

Patrick laughed and answered “Todd, you are always looking after me. I’d love to give Steve the time of his life if he thinks he can take me. After all no bragging intended but I am bigger than most guys.”

I looked down at Patrick’s bulge and licked my lips. Then I said in a lustful voice, “Patrick, once you read my fantasy you will know what I can do. Because it is based on what has really happened to me. I have had a guy with twelve inches use my ass and there was no problem with me taking it. I look forward to servicing your manhood. “

Todd reached into his jeans pocket, and took out a bottle of poppers. He handed them to me and I took off the cap and took a couple of deep sniffs. My head was starting to pleasantly spin. Patrick moved closer to me and undid his fly and pulled out his rod. Damn even soft it was five inches long. He dangled it in front of my face.

I couldn’t resist I leaned forward and devoured his cock. Right to the base I went. He let out a low moan and I felt his cock growing in my throat. It kept getting bigger and bigger. It filled my throat and proceeded towards my stomach.

I was able to take a huge cock easily down my throat as I had become a professionally trained cock sucker.

I had been doing it for years and guys were amazed that I could take any cock down my throat without gagging. I was also able to take any size cock easily up my ass. Some guys even called me pussy mouth or pussy ass.

Not to brag but yes I was that good.

But when you loved cock as much as I do then you have to be good at sucking and getting fucked.

I also had a special talent; I could vibrate my throat and really bring a guy off. If you feel your throat when you Humm it is like that only I can do it ten times better. I could also make my ass vibrate as well. Guys were amazed when I provided the perfect fuck and blowjob for them.

So I brought forth my talent. My throat started to vibrate around Patrick’s shaft. I looked up into his face and he had a look of pure and utter rapture. His mouth was hanging open and his was moaning softly. While I vibrated my throat I also started constricting it tightening and then loosening, and really worked his cock.

Then at the same time I pulled off him almost to the tip and then plunged back down, slamming my face into his crotch. He let out another moan and I felt him quivering. Then he reached forward and put his hands behind my head and started to pull me on and off of him. He fucked my face like he owned it, and the way I felt, he did. His heavy balls were slapping hard against my chin.

I was surprised that the other passengers didn’t hear what was going on. My throat was hot and burning just like an oven. And like all guys who I give a blow job to, Patrick couldn’t hold back. He held his cock as far into my mouth and throat as possible.

Then his cock began to pulsate. He bit his lip so he wouldn’t cry out too loudly and then started empting his load inside of me. It was sweet, so sweet. I had never had such good tasting cum in my life. It was like ambrosia. He just kept Cumming and Cumming, emptying his fluids into me.

He stayed that way for a while and then he pulled out his still hard cock. Holy fuck it was twelve inches long and almost as thick as my wrist. He really was hung like a horse. He was the biggest one that I had ever had.

Patrick was looking adoringly down into my face. “Where the fuck did you learn how to do that? That was fucken amazing. The way you vibrated it almost felt like a vibrating sex toy?”

I looked back up at him and laughed and answered him, “You liked that did you. Well I think I was born to be a sex toy. I like to please my men and enjoy doing so. Just wait till you see what I can do with my ass. You’ll be amazed.”

Patrick’s cock had gotten soft enough for him to put back into his pants.

He zipped his fly and then turning to Todd and said, “Todd my man, you have got to try this guy out. He is a real treasure. I can hardly wait till I am off on Monday and can have a daylong go at him. Make him into a real little fuck toy. You have a good time for the rest of the flight. I will see that you are not disturbed.”

Patrick caressed my hair with his hand and blew a kiss at me. Then he turned around and went through the door to leave Todd and me to get down to business.

I turned to look at Todd; his jeans were tenting out as his cock tried to escape from them. He picked up the jug of Sangria and poured us each a drink. He handed one to me and we toasted to each other.

Todd said with a smirk, “Here’s to things to come, or is that Cum.” He laughed.

I tipped the drink and took a swig. I almost choked, fuck that was strong stuff.

Todd laughed and told me that it was from the islands and it was over proof.

We downed the drinks and Todd lowered the back of his chair so he was almost lying down. The Sangria was going to my head and I was getting a pleasant buzz. I dropped to my knees between his legs and he undid his fly and parted his pants. His cock jumped out and slapped against my mouth. Damn he was as hard as a rock and big too. Not as big as Patrick but he still sported a good ten hard thick inches.

He used his hand to aim it at my mouth and looked into my eyes expectantly.

“Go for it, boy. “Todd ordered me in that hot sexy authoritive voice of his!!!:

“Yes Sir, “I blurted out in a submissive reply.

And then as the obedient boy that I could be I engulfed his hard cock. I was going to show this stud what I could do. I would make him want me. To dominate me. Use me.

So I did my best, I took his hard man cock into my mouth and made it feel like it belonged there. I wanted him, I needed him, I was a total fuck slut. He tasted so good. It was better than food. Then I started to do the same thing that I had done to Patrick, I made him desire me.

I started my vibrating throat. I could feel him gasp as I dominated his cock. I knew how to make a man feel extremely good.

He would know that he would never have this experience with any other guy but me. I was a master at my profession. I was a gift to guys. I can and will bring total satisfaction to you. I plunged my eager mouth down on his hard cock. Taking it almost all the way out and then ramming it back in to the hilt.

Like I said before, my mouth and throat were made for cock. I needed it, I wanted it, and I relished it. It didn’t matter how rough you used my mouth, I would take it and just wait till you get to my ass. I would give it to you unconditionally. You would possess it. It would become yours.

I sucked on Todd’s cock for a while longer, but then I felt something snap in me, I wanted his cock in my ass. My ass was twitching and begging for some action.

I took my mouth off of his cock and then looked into his dreamy eyes. I took a few more sniffs of poppers.

“Please Todd,” I pleaded earnestly, “Please will you fuck me, ram that hard cock of yours as hard as you can into my ass. Please I beg of you.”

Todd grabbed me and turned me around over the back of the seat in front of us and then just put his cock against my butthole and without hesitation proceeded to penetrate me. God damn, it felt so good. His cock entering me, taking me. I let out a gasp of pleasure.

I cried out, “Oh God, Todd take me, I am yours. Take me totally make me yours.”

Todd put his hands on my hips and plunged his cock deep into my ass.

He let out what sounded like an animal growl and yelled out, “OH fucken damn, you have a fucken hot fucken ass. You really are a fuck boy. Fucken hot, Damn Damn. Take it you fucken bitch. Ya now you are mine.

He started to fuck me as hard as he could. I loved every minute of it. I was made to be fucked.

“Oh Todd,” I cried out “Please fuck me; make me your boy toy. Oh God it feels so good. Oh Fuck me Fuck me Fuck me.” I implored of him.

I was in total sexual glory. My ass felt so good. God please just use it I thought.

Todd continued to fuck me as hard as he could.

All the while he was making grunting and groaning and pleasurable noises.

He was loving my ass and it was loving him. I never wanted this to end.

But then he let out a really loud moan and I felt his cock start to pulsate, he was going to cum, I brought on my full vibrating talent and then clenched my ass muscles, I was going to give this stud my everything.

“Oh fucken shit” he screamed, “Your ass is mine.”

He rammed as far as he could into me and held me on his cock. Then he began to ejaculate his juices into me. I felt him shaking as he emptied his load. It felt so hot, so warm. I could feel his cum bonding with me becoming a part of me. I was shaking and quivering, God I felt so good. Take me Todd I thought. Yes take me.

Then it was done. He had taken me. I was feeling so content. God I had not felt this good for a long time.

Todd collapsed on top of me and bore us down on the chair.

“Fuck Steve, you have one hot usable ass and a fucken hot mouth. You are going to make some guys really happy. And you know, especially my boys that are waiting for you. As a matter of fact, some of the boys, most of the boys, are here on the flight. Actually all of the boys on this flight are gay and all of them are tops. Does that scare you? You can’t get off this flight. We are in the air. After reading your fantasy story we knew that you wanted a fantasy that would became real. So you little fuck boy, this is the start of your fantasy. Every Guy on this flight is going to fuck you and make you suck them. Even the captain. Most of all the Captain. This flight lasts seven hours and he wants a piece of you. What do you have to say?”

“Todd, have you not realized that after I have satisfied both you and Patrick, actually I am not done with the two of you, but I know that I can satisfy every fucken guy on this plane. I am a fuck magnet. My ass and mouth need constant stimulation. I am your, all of yours. Take me.”

Then the Captain who it seemed was listening to our conversation, announced, “OK guys, we have a willing and able fuck toy on board. He wants to do all of us. And according to Patrick and Todd, he has both holes available to everything we have to give to him. But first he is mine. I am going to put the plane on auto pilot and then take him. Over and out.”

The Captain exited his cockpit and paused in front of the other passengers. He stripped off his uniform down to his blue briefs. Damn he showed a nice huge basket. The guys knew he was gonna to stretch my hole nice and wide. Make it a real manhole. Then like the stud that he was he strutted towards his prey. He was going to make me a quivering boy. His boy.

He entered the back cabin and looked at Todd motioning for him to leave.

I looked up at him, Holy fuck he was a handsome fucken man. I knew that I wanted to serve him, anything he wanted.

He struts over to me and stood tall, towering tall over me. He looked down on me and I could see that he demanded obedience.

For such a stud I was willing to do whatever it takes.

I looked up into his radiant blue eyes and spoke out in a willing voice, “Sir, I am here to serve you, to please you. Ask and I will do. All I ask is that you do not hurt me. I pledge that I will be yours, anything you ask, anything.”

“Strip” He ordered, “Turn around I want to see that hot ass of yours. I have the cock you always wanted. I am hung like a horse.”

He ripped off his underwear and out popped a real piece of man meat. It was fucken huge.

Then he clapped his hands and immediately one of the guys from the front appeared.

“Yes Captain, what is it you desire?” he said as he bowed to him Damn I could tell the Captain was in control. He ruled here in his domain.

“Hook up the sling and get out my leather gear, this boy is going to become one of my boys. He will learn who is in charge. Who to serve.” The Captain said in a commanding voice. Dress him up in leather. The guy took me by the hand and led me to a small dressing room. He made me put on a leather harness some tit clamps, a pair of chaps and a leather collar. Then he took me back into were the captain was. The captain had on a leather harness and a leather jock strap. He also had on a leather masters cap. I quivered a bit. What was I in for?

But the Captain smiled at me. “OK boy,” he said “Up into the sling with you. Your ass is mine. Do you understand? You are going to take my twelve inch cock and please it. Look down do you see this monster? Is that want you want?”

I obediently climbed into the sling and looked down, holy fuck he was fucken huge. My ass quivered at what it was about to receive. Damn I wanted that big piece of meat.

“Yes sir,” I cried out “My ass is yours. Take me. I want you. I need you. Please make me your Fuck toy.”

The Captain ordered. “OK, take some sniffs of the poppers and then spread your little fuckhole, I am going to take it, possess it, are you ready boy?”

Again I cried out, “Yes Sir. I am yours I want that huge cock in me. Take me. Please. Take me.”

The Captain said, “Good, then you are mine, take this my little fuck boy.”

He places his cock against my butt hole and then just rammed every fucken big inch of it right into me.

“Oh God,” I cried out in total submission to him. “Thank you, damn it feels so good. I am yours, Sir.”

“Oh Ya, my little fuck boy. What a fucken nice tight hot ass you have. Take my man meat!!”

Then the Captain started to piston fuck me. Ramming harder and harder as he built up speed. He was making me his little fuck slut.

God I was in heaven. My ass never felt so fucken good.

His huge balls were slapping hard against my ass cheeks. Loud noises. SLAP SLAP SLAP.

“Oh God take me my Master.” I cried out “Please take me!!!”

“Oh Ya” Captain bellowed, “You are my bitch now. Your fucken man pussy is mine.”

He had his hands on the sling chains and was pulling me onto him, ramming into me as hard as he could. I was in total ecstasy.

I had been taken, I was possessed. I was the Captains, he owned me. I would do anything he asked.

He kept ramming his hard cock into my, no, now his ass. His body was slamming into mine as he used me. He was sweating bullets and dripping his hot sensual fluids all over me. I relished it, I craved it.

Then he screamed out at me in his masculine Masterly voice. “You want Masters Juices in you, boy. Talk to me. You want it. Are you my little fag boy?”

“Oh yes Sir, Master Sir, please make me yours, and take me.” I begged him.

Then with a final heavy thrust he buried himself to the hilt and started to shoot his load. I felt the hot lava juice as it entered my ass. It was truly sensational. He filled me up with his man juice. He kept Cumming and Cumming.

My ass was falling out. It felt so fucken damn good. I was becoming a real fuck slut. Never before had I felt like this. I was whole; I had become what I was meant to be. A man’s toy. To be used, to be fucked, forever.

As the Captain gave one last thrust he pulled out of me with a loud suction noise. My ass did not want to release him. Now that he was out, I felt so empty. I wanted him to go back in and just stay there.

The Captain looked down at me with a satisfied look on his face.

“Steve.” He said in his masterful voice,” You are now mine and my possession. You will quit your job and stay with us. Give up your former life and become our willing fuck toy. Do you understand!!!”

I looked up into his commanding eyes, there was a power there. I could not resist. It was like he had hypnotised me. I no longer had control over myself. I was his tool. All I wanted to do was to please him, to be his totally.

I managed to open my mouth and answer him, “Yes Master, I am yours, I will obey you totally you are my everything. I exist only to please you Sir. Please, instruct me.”

“Good,” the Captain said, “And you don’t have to call me Captain or Sir, my name is Jock. In the future you will address me as such. It is my command. Now to show that you are my willing subject it is necessary to label you. I am going to have tattoos put on you. Your arm will have my symbol on it showing who your owner is. It will be recognized. Many know me and who is mine and unless I say they can touch you they won’t. I am a very powerful man. I am almost a God. Am I your God Steve?”

I immediately answered him,” Oh yes Jock, Yes. You are my God. Command me and I will obey. Thank you for having me.”

“Good” Jock said in a satisfied voice.

Then he clapped his hands and one of the guys from the other part of the plane appeared.

“Yes Jock, what is your wish.”

“Jake, I want you to Brand him; show that he is now my property. You know what to do. Oh and take off his leather gear.”

“Yes Jock I know how to procede.”

Jake reached up and took off my harness and collar and then took me by the arm and led me into another part of the plane. He sat me down on a chair and then he proceeded to put a tattoo on my arm. I had never had a tattoo before. Damn it hurt having that ink needle put into my arm. But if this is what Jock wanted, I was going to make the effort to have it done to me. I gritted my teeth and bit the bullet so to speak.

It took almost a half an hour to do but when it was done I looked down and it was really beautiful. I really liked it.

Then Jake spoke to me, “Jock has told me that I must train you. I am going to fuck you and you must respond to everything I tell you to do. My cock is not quite as big as Jakes, but then he is a master. But you will take it any way I want you too. He is now your Master. He is also my Master. You will learn. Now lie on your back and get ready for my hard cock.

Jake pushed me down on my back and positioned his cock against my pulsating hole. Then he ordered me to sniff the poppers. My head started to spin, I was ready for him.

e looked me in the eyes; I could see the compelling stare he was giving me.

Then Jake smiled a knowing smile. He knew what I wanted, what I craved.

“Jake yelled out, “You want this. Is this what you desire?”

Then without hesitating he rammed it into my hole.

“Oh fuck, damn you have a hot man pussy. You are gonna make Jock so happy. Fuck my cock feels so good in you.” Jake called out.

Then he started to twirl and thrust his cock around inside of me. He fucked me hard and deep.

Ramming his big hard cock deep inside of me. Over and over again.

It was almost like I was in a fantasy realm.

I was truly in heaven. My goal in life was to be fucked over and over by every stud in this world. And it seemed like I was getting my wish.

I looked down and could see his huge cock taking me. He pulled it out and plunged it back in. I was in heaven.

Then Jake gave a final plunge and held his cock deep inside of me. And I felt his man juice fill my ass. Added to Jocks juice it filled me up. It was starting to drip down my leg. Damn I didn’t want to lose a drop. I reached behind me with my hand and caught the cum coming out of my ass. I then put my hand to my mouth and started to lap it up, I was a sex pig. I was becoming these guys fuck slut. It tasted so good mixed with my ass juices and his and Jocks cum. God it was so good.

Jake grabbed me and brought me to my feet. He placed his hands on both sides of my head and stared me straight into the eyes. I knew I was going to learn something else.

“Steve,” He said, “You are doing well. Master Jake is going to be pleased with you. But now comes the second part of your training. You will be trained in taking part in a group. Jock has many obligations and he needs to have boys like you to help him fulfill them. You will stay here and wait for what is to happen to you. Do not disappoint us. I mean him. Now go through that door there, into the cargo bay. Then stand at attention and hold your hands behind your back. You are going to service some of the boys from the front.”

I obeyed. This is the best time I have had in a life time. I was getting my ass fucked and getting to suck big cock. I was truly in heaven. I was born to serve men. I wanted to serve men. I wanted to be a fuck toy for men. So let it be!!!

“You are going to get Mark, Trevor and Justin. They are the best at training. If they can take you and approve of you then you are in. You will be our new fuck boy.” Jake told me.

I went into the cargo bay and stood at attention like Jake told me to, waiting for more of my training.

Jake left the rear of the plane and I eagerly awaited my trainers.

I only had to wait a minute or two. The door opened and in stepped three hot and hung guys. They had no clothes on and the looks on their faces told me what I was in store for.

As one they pointed to me and indicated that I should lie down on the stack of boxes in the middle of the room, and spread my legs. There was going to be no hesitation, my ass was going to be fucked. I obeyed instantly and lay down with my legs in the air. I quickly sniffed some poppers and was ready to be trained.

The first stud, Mark, grabbed my ankle and placed his cock against my asshole. He then lurched forward and shoved it right in. I moaned out in sheer pleasure, and cried out. “Oh Fuck, Damn that feels so good. Please fuck me hard, I am yours to use.”

He looked down at me and with a masterful lunge he started to plummet my ass. The other two guys watched and made coo cooing sounds and said, “Fuck he is a real fuck toy. Look at him liking it. Fuck his little man pussy butt, Damn I can’t wait to get into him. “

I was in total ecstasy. My ass felt so good. I couldn’t help but to cry out, “Oh fuck Mark, Please use my ass make it wide open. It feels so fucken good.”

He looked down at my face and saw such a look of complete and utter contentment. He smiled and started to plunge harder. He knew that I was enjoying him.

He kept looking into my eyes as he used my ass.

His smile grew larger and he said in a sexy voice,” Oh Ya, you love that man pussy to be fucked. You are a real bottom boy. Your ass needs a good fucking.”

He started to fuck me harder, I loved it. His face showed such enjoyment.

The other boys looked at each other and watched Mark fuck me.

Trevor put his head on Justin’s shoulder and said, ,” Fuck he really does have a nice man pussy. Look how is taking Mark’s cock so readily. Damn he really is a fuck Boy. Fuck, watch how he takes Mark’s cock”

Then Trevor grabbed Marks shoulder and blurted out, “OK Mark, you fucker, it’s time to give me a go. I want a taste of Steve’s sweet ass.”

Mark pulled out and immediately Trevor stepped in to place. My ass was wide open. His huge cock just found its way in. His mouth dropped open as he found my very depths.

Then he yelled out, “Fucken sweet, your ass is so fucken hot. You are a real pussy boy. Then he started to ram as hard as he could. His heavy balls were slapping hard against my ass cheeks. I was crying out in sheer pleasure.

“Oh, Fuck.” I whimpered, “Please use my ass. Make it yours. It feels so fucken damn fucken good. Please please use me. I need it. I want it. Oh fucken damn. I love it.”

“Oh Ya,” Trevor yelled, “Your ass was made for cock. Take it you fucken bitch.”

He continued to ram as hard as he could.

Justin put his hand on Trevor’s shoulder and made him pull out of me.

“OK Dude,” he exclaimed “Let a real man have a go.”

He put my leg over his shoulder and then aimed his cock at my hole and rammed it in. I was in fucken heaven. I watched as he used my ass to the extreme. He was making animal growls as he plunged in. My ass was so wide open. It felt so good. I was getting the fucking of my life. I could stay like this forever.

“Oh fuck me, please. Make me your fuck slave. Oh, Oh, Oh. God damn it feels so good.”

“You little fucken fuck toy. You like your Daddy taken what is his. Fucken your tight fucken ass. Your ass was made to be fucked. You are a little pussy boy. My little pussy boy. Tell me you want me. Beg for it, Bitch!!” He yelled in a controlling masterful voice.

“Yes, please fuck me. I am yours, take me. Make me your boy, own me. Oh fuck, you are my master. I have never felt so good before. Fuck my brains out.” I pleaded with him.

Justin grabbed me by the hips and flipped me over and then did me doggy style. Then Justin roared, “Oh fuck you little slave boy. Take my load. Fuuuuuuuccccckkkinnn shit.”

He rammed all the way in and held me on his hard pulsating cock. I felt his hot lava filling me up. He was gushing loads of hot cum into me. He started to slap my ass as he filled me up. I was in total nirvana. My head was spinning. I was a total sex toy. I was where I wanted to be.

Justin was almost convulsing and shaking like a leaf.

“God damn, Steve you are one good fuck. I could stay inside you for eternity.” He gave my ass another good slap and then pulled out his throbbing cock.

He reached down and pulled me to my feet.

Then he said in a smirking tone, “OK, I think you are ready for the feast da resistance. Tober is going to do you. And he really is hung like a horse. He has fourteen hard inches. He is going to stretch you pretty little hole to the limit. You want a big one, Steve; well you are going to get your wish.

He put his arm around me and led me to another part of the plane.

He pushed me into another compartment and there standing before me was Tober. He had his dick hanging out of his pants and was holding it in his hand.

Holy fuck it was gargantuan. I had never seen such a big cock before. Damn I didn’t know if I could take it, it was so big. He reached over to a table and took off a can of beer. He held it close to his cock and damn, his cock was three times as long as it and a lot thicker too. Fucking three times as long. And his balls, they were the size of tennis balls. I was afraid but excited at the same time.

“Please,” I cried out in a panicked trembling voice. “There is no way I can take that. You will rip me a part. I can’t take it. PLEASE.”

Tober smiled at me and in a hot baritone masterly voice said, “Don’t worry Steve. I will get you ready. You will take my cock. You will beg me to fuck you.”

Then he pushed me down onto the couch in the corner. He grabbed small bag off of the table beside it. It had cocaine in it. He made three lines of it on the table and handed me a straw.

“Sniff this up, boy.” He ordered. “You are going to beg me to fuck you. You will be my sex toy. I am going to possess your very sole.”

I leaned down and took the straw and sniffed in the lines of coke. Almost immediately my head started to spin. I was getting so high. I took a few sniffs of poppers too.

Then I lost control, all my inhibitions had collapsed. I was almost hypnotized. I was a real slave. I was ready for anything.

I looked at Tober and his huge cock. I started to drool.

Then in a subservient voice I spoke out, “Tober, please I beg you. Take my hole and stretch it. I am yours to use. I want that huge cock of yours. It will almost be like being fist fucked. But I am yours to train.”

Tober smiled at me and commented, “Steve you are in for a treat of your life. You will never be the same once I am done with you. But first drop to your knees. Suck your master’s cock.”

I obeyed him without hesitation. I Fell to my knees in front of him and then opened my mouth and took as much of his girth into my mouth and throat. I gagged, he was really fucken huge. But he put his hands behind my head and shoved it deeper inside my mouth. I almost couldn’t breathe. He fucked my face for about ten minutes. I was hardly able to breathe.

Then he pulled out and spun me around. Made me lean over the couch and then placed his roaring hard cock head against my asshole.

“This may hurt a bit at first,”Tober said, “But once I am in, you will have the most pleasureful feeling. You will never have felt like I am going to make you feel before. You will never be the same. But be assured I will possess your ass. I will make it mine.”

Then he put his hands on my hips and pulled me onto his monstrous cock. I screamed out. It hurt so much. He was so fucken big. I felt like I was being ripped apart. But the Cocaine made me high and once he had pushed about three inches in me the pain subsided. It actually felt fucken good. Tober knew I had accepted his cock and he pushed slowly all the way in. Thirteen huge inches entered my ass. My mouth dropped open and I felt so high. I had never felt like this before. It felt so fucken good. His great big balls slammed against my ass cheeks. He was all the way in. I had taken him, all of him.

“Oh God,” I cried out, “Fuck that feels so good. You are a God, You have broken me. I am yours. Please fuck me.”

My ass was stretched to the limit. Tober slowly pulled his cock out to the tip. Then he paused.

“What do you want Steve? Tell me. What do you want?” Tober inquired of me.

“I want you to fuck me hard, Tober, Please take my ass, fuck me and make me a fuck toy. “I begged of him.

Then Tober slapped my ass hard and at the same time he shoved all thirteen inches as hard as he could deep into my ass. I cried out in pleasure. It felt so good. I was amazed; I actually could take his whole big hard cock. His balls slapped hard against my ass cheeks. Then Tober started to piston fuck me. He pulled all the way out to the tip and then rammed back in. I could almost taste him in my throat he was so big. He kept fucking me over and over again. I was in total heaven. He was my Master and I had become his Slave. My head was spinning. I felt so fucken good. My ass felt so fucken good. As he plunged in he slapped my ass. He had taken me. I was his. Then Tober tried something new. He took his cock completely out of me. He looked down at my butt and my hole was puckering out and wide open. My ass was so full of cum it was dripping out of my hole. He aimed his cock at my hole and then took me. I one huge steady shove he buried himself in me. He pulled all the way out and rammed right back in. I was quivering and moaning out in pure bliss. As he fucked me he started to slap my ass. He was in complete control of me. He had taken me and made me his fuck slave. I was possessed.

Then in his hot commanding deep baritone voice he spoke, “You like that big cock boy. Talk to me, tell me how much you want it, how you need it. Your ass mine. Unconditionally mine. Talk to me!!!”

“Oh please fuck me. I need it so bad. I feel so good. You are my Master. I want you. My ass is yours Sir. Completely and utterly yours. Please please fuck me harder Sir.” I begged him in a pleading voice.

He was ramming so hard into me my body was lurching with each thrust. He was hitting my love button and creating such pure and utter pleasure. I felt so fucken good. My ass had become a real fuck chute. I wanted nothing more than to have it fucked.

While Tober used my ass Jake moved over to my head and made me suck on his huge pole. Both my holes were being used like I loved them to be. I was in heaven. Then Tober increased speed. As he rammed me he forced me to deep throat Jake.

Then with a loud scream Tober yelled out, “Oh fuck, you little fucking fuck toy I am going to fill you with my load. Take it.”

He started to cream in me and it felt like he was shooting bullets into me, he came so hard. And he just kept shooting God it was so much it was running out my ass.

Then Jake started to shoot as well filling my mouth and throat with his hot jism. It was almost more than I could take. I had such a fucken great high. My head was spinning with pleasure and I was making loud whimpering sounds. Then I couldn’t hold back my own cock erupted and covered my chest. Finally the three of us had completely emptied our Juice sacks.

Tober pulled his cock out of me with a loud suction noise. Then he dropped to his knees and pushed his face to my asshole and started eating his cum out of it. My ass was so stretched that his chin actually entered me as he ate. I was quivering and moaning and whimpering. I felt so good.

Jake pulled his cock out of my mouth and then shoved his tongue into it and started licking his cum from my throat. After they cleaned me out they stood up and told me I was the best fuck that they ever had. My ass was made to be fucked.

But it wasn’t over for me. There were still a number of other guys wanting a piece of my ass. I looked over to my side and there on the floor up against the wall was another guy. He had his cock in his hand and it was fucken huge it was at least thirteen inches long and as thick as his wrist. He gestured to me to come over to him and said, “Come sit on Master John’s big cock like a good little boy.” I knew what I had to do. I crawled over to him and turned around and then sat down on his throbbing member. It just slipped tight in like it belonged there. I let out a yelp of glee.

As I rode this hot hung stud another guy moved to my mouth and made me lick his hard shaft. He then grabbed a hold of my head and plunged his rock hard cock deep into my throat. “Oh ya, take Shane’s big cock, take it all the way.

Then he fucked my face like there was no tomorrow. I lost all feeling in both my holes. There was no pain just pure pleasure. I had become a real fuck toy. I wanted to be used over and over again by men. Everyman on earth. Just line them up and fuck me one after another. Fill me full of cum until I almost drown.

I brought on my talent again. My ass and my mouth started to vibrate. As one both Shane and John let out a gasp of pleasure. They continued to fuck my ass and face brutally. I was flying high. Then as I continued using my talent they started to shake and quiver then the explosion came and they filled me with their love juices. Mixing in with my already well filled holes with the other guys cum. After they were spent they pulled out of my ass and mouth. It was time for the next man.

His name was Francis. He was a fine specimen. All muscular and fit. He grabbed me by my wrists and yanked them behind my back, and then he ripped of his shorts and aimed his pulsating cock at my moist loose hole and just dove right in. I had only my jockstrap on and my ass stuck out the back displaying my firm tight cheeks.

As he held my arms behind me with one of his strong hands he grabbed a hank of my hair and started to pull me onto his member. He liked it rough and he was sure using me.

“You’re a fucken little pussy boy aren’t you faggot. Your fucking man cunt likes being used, doesn’t it? You like it rough boy? I’ll show you what a real man can do.”

He pulled my hair harder and rammed in me with all his might. He was right I did like it rough. I was being trained by the best. I would never be the same again. He leaned forward and started to bite my earlobe.

And he whispered in my ear. Your my fucken slave now boy. I own you. Speak to me, worship me.” He ordered me in a commanding voice.

“Yes my Master, I am your humble slave. Yours to use any way that you want to. I need you to possess me. Please Sir please I beg of you, take me all the way. Show me who is my Master.”

“Good little slave. You are pleasing your Master. I own you now.” He told me.

He released my arms but told me to keep them behind me. He also let go of my hair but continued to bite on my ear. Then he reached around me with both hands a roughly grabbed my nipples. He started to pinch and twist them. It felt so good. I loved everything he was doing to me. There was pleasure in the pain he was inflicting on me.

Francis took one of his hands off of my nipples and then started to slap my ass.

“I Like my slaves ass to be well worked, make it nice and red and tender. You like my treatment of you slave? Answer me.” He barked his order.

“Yes Master. I love everything you are doing to me. Make me your total slave. Own me completely my Master.” I answered obediently.

Then he pushed down onto my back and holding my legs up on his shoulders, took control of me again. Has he rammed into me he pinched and twisted my tender nipples. After he was through with me my asshole would never be the same. I doubted whether it would ever close up again. His cock was pulsating inside of me. Then I gave myself all the way to him, my Master.

I took a few deep sniffs of poppers and then I turned on my talent, my ass started to vibrate.

Francis got a startled look on his face.

“Where the fuck did you learn how to do that, Slave.” he asked me. “It feels so fucking good. Keep it up boy.”

He started to ram me harder. It was like he was climbing right inside of me. As I squeezed his massive cock with my ass muscles he let out a load animalistic growl, “Oh fuck Slave, Master is going to cum. Your ass is mine.”

Then he shoved good and hard all the way in me. And his hot load erupted. He filled me up with his love juice.

I screamed out, I was Cumming too. He was fucking the cum right out of me. He finished empting his load and collapsed on top of me. We were both breathing heavy. After a minute or two he rolled off of me and pulled his cock out of my oven.

He stood up and pulled me to my feet and said” Damn you make a great Slave boy. You are going to serve us forever. Everyone on this plane is now your Master. You will obey us in every way possible. It is your duty to please us. Now there is one more Master for you to serve and then we will land in San Francisco. Where you will move into our mansion. Not only will you be our slave, you will be our houseboy as well. You will cook, clean and most of all supply constant sex for us. Do you understand Slave?”

“Yes my Master, I am on this earth to be a willing submissive Slave for you. I will Love to serve you. Thank you for being my Master.” I meekly answered him.

He picked up the bag of cocaine and made a few lines of it. Then he handed me the straw and made me sniff.

I felt a new high almost instantly.

He turned me around, gave my ass a hard slap and ushered me to a new cabin.

There sitting on the couch was my next Master. His cock pointed hard and stiff straight up into the air. He had a wonderful smile on his face.

“I am Master Drake, drop to your knees and crawl over here Slave. You will now serve me. I heard about your hot hole and your talent. I look forward to continuing your training.” He told me in his deep throated Master voice.

I immediately dropped to the floor on all fours and crawled over to my Master. When I reached him he had a Leather collar in his hand.I opened it and put around my neck and then put a padlock on it and secured it.

“You will wear this from now on as a symbol of how you are a Slave. You are now and forever more an owned Slave. Today is the first day of your servitude to your Masters. What do you think Slave. “He inquired of me.

“Yes Master Drake. I am your possession. I live to obey you and my other Masters. Thank you for putting my collar on me. It is wonderful too be owned by you and my other Masters. I will make you proud.” I answered him in a subservient voice.

“Now,” Master Drake ordered, “Lick my feet and continue up my body. Show me how you worship your Master. Then you will suck my cock with that vibrating throat of yours. Get my cock ready for your ass.”

I dropped my head to his feet and started to lick; I traveled up his legs to his crotch and licked around his cock. Then on up across his chest to his neck and then mouth. He pulled me tightly to him and shoved his tongue into my mouth. His hands dropped to my ass cheeks and he started to spank me. I willingly accepted him.

Master Drake forced me to my knees and turned around placing his ass next to my mouth.

Then in an authoritive voice he ordered me to give him a rim job. “Don’t worry Slave; my ass is clean stick that tongue of yours in your Master crack. Give me a good rim job and then I will reward you with the fuck of your life. Your pretty little ass has been stretched and will accept me. Do as Master tells you.”

I shoved my tongue as deep inside his ass as I could. His ass tasted so sweet. He let out a moan of pleasure. I rimmed him for a good ten minutes, Then Master turned around, lifted me to a standing position. I took a few deep sniffs of my poppers.

He pushed me on the edge of the couch and spread my legs. Then he placed his hard cock against my ass and rammed it in. Then to my surprise he put his hand to his cock and slowly started to push his fingers in beside his cock. He slipped in all four fingers and then his thumb. It felt amazing. His hand slipped further and further into my ass. I was surprised that there was no pain. I was moaning in pure pleasure. My Master was giving me sensations I never knew was possible. Then his wrist popped through my hole. Oh God it felt so good, so right. He had his hand clenched around his shaft and then he started to pull his cock out while he left his hand in me. As he fucked me he was jerking his cock inside my ass.

“Oh ya, sweet fucking ass Slave. You like what I am doing? Are you my total Slave now? Are you Masters slut? He asked me in his Master voice.

“Yes Master, I love what you are doing to me. Please give me more. I beg you. Please use me.” I cried out to him.

Then as he fist fucked me with his cock and hand he used the other hand to start slapping my ass cheeks.

“Good Boy, Slave. You can take anything Master gives you. I am in control. Then he pulled his cock all the way out and started to push his hand deeper inside of me. I had never been fist fucked before but with all the big cocks that I had just had up my ass, his hand really wasn’t that much bigger. He pulled his hand out and then putting his fingers together he dove back in. HE went in further this time. Deeper and deeper. His arm crept into me. I was quivering in spasms. Then he started to open and close his hand Turning it around this way and that. HE pulled it almost all the way out and then he rammed his cock back in beside it. HE started to fuck me hard. Building up speed. He took my ass completely. Then he Yelled out, “OH fuck, I am going to cum. Take it.” Then he shot his load in me. He pulled his hand a dick out of me and made me lick his cum off of his hand. I was a quivering shaking mess. I had been fully trained. There was no going back, I was now owned.

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It was december, dan and i had broke-up; i was a few hundred miles away in school and i had started to forget our affair. Summer had been great, we would lay around or stand around having sex every three days or so and he paid my bills and bought me stuff. The girls I knew were jealous, but they were teaching me sex tricks; he was doing a good job of fucking me gay and they were helping me help him. We went to a few parties and i was happily surprised to find out there were more young twinks like me, and men to want us. Brooke was one of them, dan’s friend and he loved fem twinks too. He always showed his lust for me, flirting and touching, telling me all the things dan did ( i would find out later his cock was a little bigger than dan’s ). Brooke had a boytoy like me and he taught me alot about being the fem sexy boytoy. Dan had me all summer, for four months we played as he flaunted me in front of guys like brooke, kind of a game to see who could get the sweetest ass but i didn’t mind, no one important ever found out (dan bought me a convertible car, nothing fancy, used; and twice he screwed me silly in it after a party at brookes’ house as brooke watched). I was just learning of the power of my sweet ass and it had a horny mind of it’s own.

Saturday in december, two days past my birthday and i get an email. from dan… he has a friend delivering a birthday present, brooke is staying in a hotel across town and he has gifts for me, he wants me too and i can have whatever i want. I haven’t thought about being gay in three months, yet i’m instantly feeling sexy. I go for a walk to think, to the bar a street away and order a vodka. I think about the email and my boypussy quivers, the nerves in my cock and legs start firing. Two drinks and a few convincing emails later i am ready to go. I have showered, shaved, primped and put on cute pink booty panties, shorts a t shirt and sandals, i even painted my finger and toenails pink, then tied my sort of long hair in a half-pony tail.

We have dinner in his suite, champagne, vodka, fish, salad, fruit, it’s nice but he is preoccupied; trying to confirm the stories he heard from dan our conversation is mostly about me. We move to the couch and he undresses completely, 6′ about 200lbs, tan and muscular he had that sexy V pointing to his cock, and a great cock it was he was bigger than dan. “this is all for you sweetie. cori, i’m glad you came i’ve needed to be with you since we met, your ass is amazing, dan has never only had 1 boytoy at a time, i have to see what you two did together”. i was still excited to be the object of this mans lust, i just said yes and pulled my shorts off. “I want to make you moan like april” (dan must’ve told him when i’m getting cock i sound girlie, like his ex april), we moved onto the sofa, him sitting and me on my stomach in between his legs, looping my tongue around his cock. I dove down into his stomach, proud that my nose was buried in his belly button as he moaned my name. I sucked his sexy top cock untill he made me stop and parade around in the panties shaking my ass.

He laid me out on my back and started tracing my muscles and tickling me saying how sexy i was how my body turned him on and he wanted it. At one point, he was behind me with his cock poking through my bootyshorts – “you want my sexy boypussy brooke it wants your cock”. He smiled, thanked dan and then put me in a 69 on the floor. I lubed his cock with my mouth as he ate my boypussy and then he flipped me over the arm of the couch, geting me ready for some doggy style gay sex. His lust was wild, he pawed at me pulling my boypussy into his mouth instead of pushing his mouth into it, i was getting so turned on. Then he pulled my panties over and i felt his thumb go in me, and it was good; he playfully smacked my “sweet sexy ass” asking me if i was ready? “yes” i blurted out and he smiled ” dan said you were a great boytoy, did he buy you a car for screwing him “? my eyes told him yes, and brooke slipped his cock into me, sort of surprising us both in a good way and we rode that to orgasm in four minutes. OMG that was too fast but before i could say anything he apologized and blamed it himself finally getting with me after being teased, i played along; it was part my fault, i liked his cock too much with my boy pussy that first time…

Soon after we 69’d again, and the he set me up on all fours promising to satisfy the “sexiest ass ever”. He was right, brooke played my boypussy like a maestro, i came three 3 times on his dick, once i begged for it. i was barely coming the first time when he pulled me back by my hair, buried his cock in as deep as it would go and stopped – ” cori do you want my dick in your mouth or boypussy sweetie”? “pussy” i answered sexily spewing my cum all over the couch, and that’s how we went utill we finished an hour later. Brooke became my lover last year, his cock loved my ass!

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