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The bedroom in the guest cottage was impressive. It was huge, with a sheet of glass from floor to ceiling making up one wall. It faced dense woods and, although the room had an open and spacious feeling, the woods made it seem very private. Immediately, I began to strip off my clothes.

Julia, a lovely girl whom I had met at an LGBT sponsored sports event, had invited me to spend the weekend. We had become good friends when we found we had interests in common but, of course, no romantic entanglement. I had had no idea she came from such a wealthy family, as evidenced by the estate I found myself on. The only hint I had had of it was her suggestion that I bring lots of clothes for the weekend because, as she put it, “We dress for dinner.”

I had arrived late on Friday afternoon. The train ride from the city, I admitted to her parents, had left me feeling grimy and hot, and I told them I looked forward to showering before changing for dinner. One of their servants helped me with my luggage and led me to the guesthouse, which was situated quite some distance from the main residence, which added to the feeling of privacy.

There was a large mirror on one wall in the bedroom and, as I stripped, I couldn’t help admiring myself in its reflection. In my European-style, large-pouched, white briefs, I still looked aroused. Still, I say, because on the train a sexy guy, about my age – the mid-twenties – faced me across the aisle and kept adjusting himself until I noticed him. For the rest of the trip, he kept staring at the huge crotch-bulge I had, as his truly large, long cock worked itself down his pants-leg, pointing at me and causing a wet stain to appear. Under any other circumstances I’m sure we would have ended up together when I would have followed him off the train at his stop, but I was committed for the weekend. But we enjoyed the mutual show. It left me, no doubt, very horny!

I slipped my briefs down and kicked them over to the pile of my clothes. In the mirror, I looked terrific! My cock was as long and as puffed up as it gets without starting to rise; my balls were up very tight against the base of my cock, making the cock look even bigger; and my entire well-muscled body looked primed for a great jack-off!

As I stared at my reflection, I thought I caught a movement at the edge of the woods. I turned to look but got only a mere glimpse of tan as something moved deeper into the cover. The servant who had helped me, a man of about forty, had been wearing dark green, so I figured he had not circled around the cottage to spy on me. It was probably a deer I had spotted, and I put it out of my mind. I was too horny. Nothing was going to interfere with my jack-off. But I decided to go into the privacy of the bathroom.

Was I wrong! The bathroom was as large, or larger, than the bedroom, and the floor to ceiling glass wall continued right through. Another wall was completely covered by mirror. The shower was simply a showerhead in the opposing wall near the glass wall, reminding me of the open showers I had found in German hotel rooms during summer vacations. At the other end of the room were a large, sunken, marble bath, a commode and a bidet. I was surprised. I had the feeling I would almost be showering in the great out-of-doors. But, once again, the feeling of privacy provided by the woods took over and I felt my dick going on the rise. As I said, I was horny, and my reflection in the mirror looked like a horny man ready and willing and needing to jack off.

You know how great it feels to grab hold and skin back a rapidly rising erection. Thrills surged throughout my body. My balls flattened even tighter against the base of my cock. My muscular abdomen was ablaze with raging currents of pleasure. As I stared at my reflection, I was yet again presented with the delightful picture of my cock zooming to full erection in record time. I pumped it, up and down, a few times and smiled at myself. This would be a great jack-off, I knew.

At about the fourth stroke, I thought I caught another movement in the woods. I looked directly towards the movement. To my surprise, and delight, I saw a fist on a large cock. Mainly the body behind the sexy display was hidden behind underbrush. But the sight of the big cock being fisted by a knowing hand was no illusion. Someone was watching me and was starting to jack off with me. Because he was hidden, I figured he would vanish as easily as he appeared if I reacted badly. But that wasn’t my intention.

I pumped my cock obviously as I turned to face my new jack-off buddy. I knew he could see me both directly and in profile in the mirror. I smiled broadly and slid a hand up my chest to fondle and pinch a nipple. As I expected, he slowly advanced towards me, coming out of the brush, and pumping the big cock as boldly as I was pumping mine. For some reason, I couldn’t get a clear view of his face, which he seemed to want to keep hidden behind some tree branches, but his body was fantastic – well-muscled, trim, tanned without swimsuit lines, and, well, spectacular! I knew he was enjoying his view of my equally impressive body.

We pumped in unison, slowly speeding up the beat, until we were both at the point of knowing there was no turning back! Until both chests were heaving, balls were squirming, and stomachs churning.

Suddenly, a spurt of white lightening shot from the head of his large cock. Immediately, a jet of sperm flashed from my cockhead, sailed into the air, and landed with a loud splat on the floor near the wall of glass. A mutual orgasm overtook us both. Shot after shot of cum sailed towards each of us. It was magnificent! It was so much better than a solo jack-off. It was so much better than a simple relief-finding jack-off to comfort the horniness I felt after the train ride display. In fact, it was one of the best jack-offs of my life, remembered so clearly that it could have happened yesterday.

I pumped out the remaining residue of a truly great orgasm and slowly moved to the shower. He kept pumping his big one as I moved. I started the shower and began rinsing off semen and grime, and saw that he continued to play with himself as I showered. We kept our eyes on each other. Then, when I had finished showering and began to dry off with a luxurious towel that was provided, he slowly melted back into the woods and disappeared. I dressed for dinner and went to the main house.

Julia, her parents and I were standing in the living room having a cocktail before dinner and getting to know one another, when Julia looked over my shoulder and said, “Hi! Where’ve you been?” I looked back behind me and saw a very handsome man coming into the room. He was exceptionally well dressed, looking strong and tanned, and my immediate thought was to wonder if he had been my jack-off partner.

“This is my brother, Rod,” Julia declared, introducing us.

“I’m Jack,” I said, feeling flustered as I grasped his outstretched hand for the usual handshake. Julia had not mentioned she had a brother. He surprised me by grabbing my wrist with his other hand as we shook and announced, “I’m happy to meet you.”

Was he the guy? I wondered. God, he was handsome.

Julia grabbed my arm and sort of pulled me away from him, saying, “Com’on, let’s get something to eat.” As the others went into the very formal dinning room, she held me back and whispered into my ear, “I wanted you to meet my brother.” It sort of surprised me, but at the same time, since she knew I was gay, it made me feel that she was telling me HE was gay, too, and seemed to make it even more likely that he was my jack-off partner.

The meal was as spectacular as the house. The conversation was light and friendly and Rod proved to be well educated and amusing. I felt inexplicably drawn to him. It was even more than just hoping he’d been the guy in the woods. I didn’t know if it was my longing or imagination, but I felt he was directing all of his conversation towards me. I loved it!

We all seemed to lounge at the table long after the meal was over as if trying not to break the wonderful spell of a good meal and good conversation. Finally, Julia and her parents announced it was time for them to go to bed. I was surprised that so much time had passed.

“Wasn’t this a great evening?” Rod asked when they were gone.

“Yes,” I agreed, “and it was a great meal.”

“No. I mean early this evening.” He emphasized “early” in such a sexy and husky way that I knew immediately that he had been the man in the woods. His smile was heart-wrenchingly appealing and made him look extremely handsome and desirable.

“It was you, then” I whispered, my voice strained with excitement. I felt a swelling in my pants.

“Damn right!” he admitted eagerly, “and I’ve had this hard rod in my pocket all evening just looking at you.”

I smiled at his use of the word “rod.” “Rod’s rod,” I said softly.

He laughed.

“We should do something about it,” I ventured.

“I was hoping you’d say that. Let’s go to your room.”

We left immediately, a feeling of urgency in our step.

Sometimes sex is fast and furious and sometimes it is well-paced lovemaking. With Rod, it seemed to be both. We slowly undressed each other. Both of us were fully erect when naked. Both of us started to jack off looking closely at each other, remembering the mutual jack-off but, then, I grabbed Rod’s rod. Sparks seemed to fly. My mouth was drawn down to his huge cockhead and I swiped at it with my tongue, tasting his manly juices and smelling his arousal.

I stood up, looked him in the eye and said, “Wow!”

“God, you are sexy,” he sighed, and bent down to take my entire cockhead into his hot mouth, swirling his tongue around it and making me shudder with pleasure. He came off of it with a pop, and said, “Let’s do it on the bed!”

We eagerly and energetically formed an athletic sixty-nine. I believe we were both delighted to find that we both sucked dick like experts. I mean we both were cocksucking champs and could deep-throat cock with the best of them. His cock was a big as mine. Neither of us wasted time in getting our cocks down our throats. It was fantastic! Sucking cock, rolling around, him on top, now me on top, now side by side, feeling up each other’s great bodies, I’m sure we both felt we were made for each other; we fitted together so perfectly and wanted each other so completely.

Actually, when I reflect upon it, I had never had very many opportunities for sixty-nining before this. Maybe only three or four or five or six times or so, or more now that I think about it, a lot more, but I sometimes found it sort of discomforting, not fitting together very well or my partner not very experienced at sucking cock, or both. But, this sixty-nine was very different. It was perfect! Like some others. I was able to put my hands on his hips and push him in and out of my mouth, helping him to fuck my mouth with his giant tool. He followed my example and we were really sucking cock! It was so great, and lasted so long, that I was thankful we had jacked off together earlier, lessening the need to explode on contact.

But we were too good! I felt myself getting harder and harder, steel hard, and I felt his cock becoming iron-solid in my mouth, his cockhead nearly twice the size it had started out and hard as stone, too, and I knew we were about to erupt into a magnificent, mutual, simultaneous ejaculation! Suddenly, he hummed on my cock, sending waves of ejaculatory pleasures throughout my body and I hummed on his cock in return, as we notified each other of the immediate spurting of our sperm. And spurt we did! Impressively! Humping, jarring one another, forcing semen in huge spurts into each other, coming mindlessly! It was dazzling! At the pinnacle of my orgasm, pumping my love into him, swallowing down his heavy load, I hoped this would never end.

Neither of us waited for our cocks to deflate before we disconnected and both sprang up to meet in the middle and kiss passionately, swiping tongues, tasting mixed semen and saliva. It was a remarkable kiss.

“My god, you are perfect,” he sighed as we broke the kiss to catch our breath.

“You are perfect,” I insisted in all sincerity.

“Yeah,” he said with a laugh, “but I’m all sweaty. Let’s take a shower.” With that, he slapped me hard on my naked ass and moved off the bed. My ass tingled where he had slapped it. I watched his powerful body as he walked away towards the bathroom door and felt a great longing to be with him, to not be separated from him. I recognized it as a very strong emotion. I knew then that I had fallen for this sexy guy.

That ass-tingle seemed to spread to my groin. I followed Rod into the bathroom with a full erection leading my way. He grinned when he turned and saw my hardon, then he started soaping up his ass as he poked it out at me. It was as clear an invitation to fuck as I had ever been given, as if he had spoken the words out loud. Words were unnecessary. My erection aimed itself at his ass with a mind of its own, as he spread his legs and offered his muscular ass to me for my pleasure. As my lust-strained cockhead slowly penetrated in between the enticing mounts of his well developed ass, a wave of euphoria overwhelmed me and I plowed into him oblivious to any discomfort he might be experiencing.

“Ooh,” he groaned.

“Am I hurting you?” I asked with concern.

“No, man,” he sighed, “I love the strength and size of your big cock as it enters me. Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me HARD!” he chanted with lust-filled enthusiasm.

So I gave it my best effort and fucked him for all I was worth, really humping and pumping into him for the longest time, proving to him that I was fucking him HARD! It was awesome! But I couldn’t help it, after a reasonably long time, I simply had to spew my orgasm into him, filling him up with my cum! It was breathtaking! Pumping my semen into him seemed to take an incredibly long time, leaving me drained.

He let me slowly catch my breath and calm down, but as soon as he felt my erection begin a slight deflation, he pulled forward, releasing himself, turned and said in a lust-filled plea, “Take me, man, I’m gonna cum!” The magnificent erection he offered overwhelmed me with lust and I went down on it without hesitation. Its size, heat, strength, taste and oozing lube delighted me and caused me to give my best effort to bring him to that orgasmic plane we all hope for. I’m good at it and I knew he would spurt his sperm into me quickly.

“Oh, man, I love the way you suck!” he sighed.

I wanted to back off and lengthen the time of this wonderful connection, but I wasn’t able to reduce my pleasure, or his, and I sucked at my most effective level.

“Ah! Here it comes!” he called out with pleasure, his voice tense with passion.

Semen filled my throat. I swallowed and rose up to the cockhead and savored the multiple spurts of his tasty cum in my mouth, swallowing often.

When it was over, we caught our breath and wound down from such wonderful sexual heights. We smiled at each other and took a shower together, lathering each other, touching, bumping, staying in physical contact and completely enjoying the pleasure of being naked together as only two well-matched men can do. We toweled off and went naked into the bedroom.

“I’d better get dressed,” Rod said simply.

“Why?” I asked.

He looked surprised, like he felt a couple of orgasms finished us for the time being.

“Do you HAVE to leave?” I asked, sounding surprised.

“I don’t want to leave, but I figured you’d want to rest after a…” he paused with a sexy gleam in his eye, “…busy day.”

“Com’on,” I said softly, taking his hand, “let’s lie down together and rest.”

“Okay,” he sighed with a note of enthusiasm in his voice.

We snuggled together on the bed, happy to be with one another, and I fell asleep.

Daylight woke me and I was alone. And hard! I fought off disappointment figuring that Rod had gone back to his bedroom before someone found him missing, which might cause questions, and then problems.

I went into the bathroom, showered and shaved. Got some fresh, casual clothes, dressed and went into the main house. No one was around, but I went into the dinning room. I saw a large table set up for breakfast and a buffet holding covered, heated serving dishes.

“You should have something to eat,” a quiet, masculine voice said behind me. I turned and saw that it was Rod’s father, Burt. He looked amused. I wondered why, feeling like my fly was opened or something.

“Com’on,” he said quietly, as if not wanting to be overheard or wake any one up, “let’s see what’s for breakfast. He led me to the buffet and opened one cover after another, displaying a tempting array of breakfast food including, to my surprise, kippers.

“Kippers!” I exclaimed without thinking about it.

“Ah, you know what they are. Excellent! Few Americans know them and fewer know how to prepare them correctly.” He handed me a large plate. “Pile on,” he said pleasantly.

I put a kipper on my plate, added a hot roll and some butter, and set it down at the place I had eaten at last night.

He sat a teacup of English-style tea with sugar and cream next to my plate, saying, “If you like kippers, you like tea.” He was right.

He put his plate and teacup right next to my place and sat down. I thought that was very cordial. He had been at the head of the table for dinner last night.

We ate in silence for a few minutes, and then he said, “I’m glad you can spend the weekend with us, Jack.”

“Thanks,” I said, “you’ve got a beautiful place, here.”

“Yes, and last night, after the Missus went to bed, I took a walk around to get some air.”

“Oh?” I questioned.

“Yeah, and, you know, I’m glad I never let that fairy designer put up those damn drapes he wanted for the guest house!”

“Oh!” I exclaimed in surprise, alarmed at the implication.

“I wouldn’t have missed the performance you two put on last night for the world!” he sighed enthusiastically, sounding completely turned on.

“Performance…” I sputtered.

“Don’t be scared, Jack,” he insisted. “I LOVED watching my son and you making out so effortlessly together. It was better than any porno film I’ve ever seen! I wanted to join you two, but I knew that’d be disturbing. Yet, when I realized how talented and inventive you both were, man, how athletic and sexual you were, I had to whip it out and shoot a load with you guys, out there in the back! It was thrilling.”

“Gosh!” I sighed, not knowing what to say, but I took a more careful look at him and realized that he was a very handsome man, well built and sturdy. Rather than thinking of him as a parent, I realized I was looking at him as a sexy only somewhat older version of his son, and, well, it started to turn me on! So, you know me, I quickly decided to fan the flames of his interest!

“Man,” I sighed in sexual tones, “I’m happy I’m here for the whole weekend, Daddy!”

“Damn! You are so sexy I can’t stand it. Com’on,” he said grabbing my hand and pulling me away from the table. “The fuckin’ kippers can wait.”

He led me down a hallway to a door, opened it and led me into a small bedroom. It looked like a maid’s room, or a very small guestroom. By the time the door was closed his shirt was off. He quickly ripped off his pants, kicked off his sandals, and started to undress me. I let him enjoy the unveiling. I was rock-hard by the time he opened my pants.

“Wow! Up close you are spectacular!” he sighed quietly, letting me realize that lots of noise wasn’t a good idea. “I wish I had some lube here, man. I want to fuck that perfect ass of yours!” He seemed to tense up, perhaps thinking he’d gone too far.

“No problem,” I whispered, smiling at him, “I’ll suck your cock and get it nice and wet so you can slip it right into my hot ass!” I figured dirty talk would only make this more interesting. I was right!

“Oh! God!” he whispered right back, “I love getting sucked…” He stopped because my mouth has just slipped over his cockhead and I was sucking like crazy. He humped cock into my mouth and it quickly penetrated deeply into my throat.

“Um!” he hummed. He was enjoying himself. “That’s it! That’s it!” he whispered in an amusingly withheld way.

I was enjoying myself completely. I had his giant cock down to the balls and was beginning to ride that hard man-rod with skill and delight! And when I said “man-rod” to myself I almost laughed, wondering what Rod was up to.

Suddenly, Burt grabbed my ears and sighed, “Enough, enough! Com’on, man, ease up, I want to get my rod up your ass.”

This almost did make me laugh out loud. Rod seemed to be on both our minds. So I relented and slid up off his stalwart cock.

He basically manhandled me into position and knowingly, like he’d done it many times before, spun me around and punched his cock between my asscheeks like a true ass fucker!

I worked with him, opening myself to him, and he had me plugged and happy in a hurry! I loved it. It was a standing fuck with greatly exaggerated thrusts and parries, pumping cock into my fully and withdrawing almost all the way out. A genuine, major butt-fuck! And he was good at it! But so was I!

“Oh! This is so good!” he whispered.

“Yeah,” I sighed, “fuck me! Fuck me, Daddy!” I was sure I was right when I pegged him for a guy who loved being called “Daddy” to help complete his enjoyment of male-to-male sexual pleasure.

“Oh, Boy, you sexy Boy, I’m gonna cum in your ass! Now!” he huffed quietly, and then stiffened against me, legs solid, abs hard against my ass, hands holding onto my hips tightly, and I knew he was blasting off deep in my ass! It lasted an amazingly long time.

“What a great fuck!” He whispered to me as he withdrew. He grabbed a tissue from a nightstand and wiped his cock off. He looked very well pleased with himself when I turned and looked at him. I realized that he kept himself in excellent physical shape. I had really enjoyed the fuck.

“Now,” I said in a husky voice, “turn around!”

He sucked in his breath! “You wanna fuck me?” He seemed surprised.

“Suck my cock. Get it wet for the ass fucking I’m gonna give ya,” I demanded quietly.

“Oh!” he yelped. “I never…” But as he watched me waggle my lube covered erection at him, showing him how aroused I’d become, I think he realized I wasn’t playing around. I was a man with a serious hardon, and it needed immediate attention. He bent to the task and, as he sucked in my cockhead, applying strong suction, he hummed with pleasure. He had done this before!

“Okay, okay,” I sighed after a very short time. He knew I was telling him that getting my prostate massaged by his fat cock had wound me up like a tight spring and I was about to burst with cum.

“I like it on the bed,” he told me shyly, embarrassed by his lascivious behavior, I figured. He flopped onto the bed on his stomach, clearly offering his ass to me for my pleasure. I didn’t keep him waiting!

Slipping it to him was easier than I had expected. This guy had been fucked before. But it had given him some training and he knew how to take a fuck as well as give one. We quickly fell into a terrific, athletic fuck! I knew I couldn’t hold out for long before cumming because I was so primed for release.

Suddenly, the door opened quickly, someone darted in, and the door closed quietly. In that first split second, I figured it was a maid he was fucking on the side. We both looked shocked as we turned our heads to see who it was.

“I figured this’d be where you’d be, Daddy, when Jack wasn’t in his room,” Rod said with a grin, and a bulge in his pants.

The three of us laughed quietly.

I knew this was certainly going to be a phenomenal weekend!

It’s been a weeks since the incident. I drove Jason to my house since his parents were gone on vacation. As we arrived, I helped him out of the car and took him to my spare bedroom, laying him on the bed.

Me: I can’t say how sorry I am, dude.

Tears start to roll down my face.

Jason: Dustin, stop apologizing. It was an accident, I shouldn’t of forced that blowjob on you. I’m the one that’s sorry.

Me: Don’t you even start to feel bad, it was all my fault. Whatever you need, I’m here for you.

Jason: Thanks, bro! I won’t need much, just some rest.

Me: No problem. Goodnight, man.

I walk out of the spare, an head to my room and crash.

As I drift to sleep, I dream if what awful things I’ve done.

I imagine Jason sucking my cock. All I see is red, as he starts hurling fountains of blood. I scream in terror.

Next thing I know, I feel Jason’s hands in my shoulders.

Jason: Dude, wake up!

I open my eyes, gasping for air.

Me: What happened?

Jason: You were screaming like a motherfucker.

Me: I was?

Jason: Yes! Did you have a nightmare?

Tears, once again, starts pouring out of me.

Me: I just can’t even begin to think about how life would’ve been without you. I can’t imagine it, if you would’ve died, I …

He shut me up by putting his mouth on mine. Kissing me like our life depending on it. His mouth was firm, yet smooth. I pull back and gasp for air.

Me: Jason, I …

Jason: Just, shut up.

With that, he pulls me into him, ripping my shirt off. He kisses his way down my neck, reaching my nipples. He slowly sucks each one, as a moan leaves my mouth. He kisses his way down my abdomen, then licks all the way down my happy trail. My bulge getting bigger by the second.

James: I’ve wanted to do this since we first met.

I start to hesitate as he slides my shorts off. I shouldn’t be doing this, but somehow, it feels right.

He starts to suck my cock through my briefs, making it rise to its full capacity.

My briefs are soaked as he slides them off, my dick springing to action.

James: Damn, I can’t believe how big you are.

With that comment, he engulfs my cock in one swallow, taking me down to the balls. I let out a loud moan.

Me: Fuck! Suck my cock, yeah, just like that!

He starts to bob his head up and down my man stick. Bringing me close to climax with every motion.

Me: I’m about to cum!

He pulls off and puts my legs in the air, and attacks my ass with his tongue. Shit! This feels amazing!

As his tongue penetrates my asshole, I explode all over my chest.

Stream after stream of hot cum hits my face as well.

He comes up for air, licking all my remains off of me.

Jason: How was that?

Me: Fucking amazing!

Jason: Glad you liked it! Maybe we can do it again?

Me: Maybe, I’m still new to this.

Jason: I know, we’ll take it slow, okay?

Me: Okay.

He snuggles next to me. Getting comfortable on my bed. I can feel his hard cock straining againt his briefs. The feeling is somehow comforting. I fall asleep imagining what it would be like the have his junk in my mouth. Yum.

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A few months after Linda had left me, when it was becoming clear even to me that my ex-wife wasn’t coming back, I’d signed up to become a member of a couple of online dating sites in the hope that I might yet meet my soul mate. The endeavour had proven largely fruitless as the women who responded to my ad would either turn out to have an aversion towards children-from-a-previous-relationship or would behave in weird ways that couldn’t be dispelled as merely eccentric.

Needless to say, since I’d been looking at galleries of male rimming on the internet, I had all but stopped perusing the pages of women looking for dates and had given up on checking my mailbox to see if anyone wanted to meet up with me.

In any case, my own profile rarely got any takers. For a start, my picture looked like the sort of mug-shot they show on the news when the police have managed to infiltrate a paedophile ring. Coupled with that, my interests made me sound far too boring and I figured my new-found hobby, while acting as an eye-catcher, might not attract the sort of woman I was after.

Nevertheless, a few weeks after the trip to Liverpool, I logged into one of my accounts and found that I had a message from a woman who was a couple of years younger than me, recently divorced, lived local-ish and, as a rare bonus, didn’t sound like she might be barking mad.

She was called Debbie and she suggested that we might e-mail each other for a while to see how well we got on before deciding if we wanted to meet up.

It was a positive step – more positive than anything else that had happened to me in the romance stakes recently – and I agreed at once.

In the weeks which followed, Debbie and I established an amicable e-mail friendship. Her letters were usually just three or four paragraphs long, but her style was witty and her observations sharp, and I found myself chuckling at the stories she told me about other staff who worked with her at a veterinary clinic. For her part, she said she enjoyed my e-mails in which I rambled on about stuff that had happened to me at work or with Jake; indeed, I was thrilled when she revealed at the end of one her letters that she looked forward to finding a new message from me in her inbox.

In spite of enjoying the distant attentions of a female for the first time in over a year, however, my thoughts kept returning to my newly-discovered interest in my own gender; or, more specifically, in one particular part of them. It felt odd to go from reading an e-mail from Debbie, with a warm tingle of anticipation as to what might happen between us, to open a new webpage and trawl through screens of thumbnails of men being intimate together and feel a different sort of tingle in a more physical place.

It felt odd, and yet not odd enough to stop me doing it.

My visit to the library had elicited many more references to rimming across a much broader sweep of books than I could ever have anticipated. In spite of my lack of success with the librarian in the storeroom, I had at least emerged from it wondering which, rather than whether, other men in my acquaintance might share such a base attraction. Could my fetish – I could now accept it as being that – be more widespread than I had suspected? Perhaps it was something that lots of straight men fantasize about but few will admit to – the way that some men are sexually interested in their wives’ clothes and others have a thing about wearing leather.

I began to wonder if Adam, my long-time friend and former schoolmate, could be concealing a smouldering desire to get his face stuck into my backside when we occasionally met up for a pint. Or whether Steve, a guy I sometimes played squash with, was secretly checking out the back of my briefs in the changing room after a game, wishing he could stick his nose into the sweaty material between my buttocks. It was comforting to speculate that every ordinary-looking guy I knew might share my newly-discovered fetish, but I rather doubted that any of them really did. None of them ever showed the vaguest interest in me sexually – not even a furtive glace at my backside if I gave them an opportunity – and yet I found that I started to dwell on theirs, especially late at night as I played with myself in bed as quietly as I could so as not to disturb Jake in the next room.

Ever since Linda had left, my masturbatory fantasies had revolved around fairly mundane female imagery: the breasts of the girl in the sandwich shop who sometimes smiled at me; Jake’s hot-looking Biology teacher who always fondled her hair as she talked to me about his work; the new secretary at work with the most amazing legs. I’d construct scenarios about how I might get into bed with these women and what we would do together as I stroked myself through the fly of my pyjamas.

Since Debbie and I had started exchanging e-mails, I would sometimes try to fantasize about meeting up with her and where things might lead between us.

And yet, try as I might, I now found that often couldn’t even maintain my erection if I tried to restrict my thoughts to the opposite sex. I began to allow myself to relive what I’d done with Guy and then, by a natural progression, to explore what I’d like to do with other men who I knew. As well as Guy’s backside, my thoughts would turn to those of some of the men I worked with and the fathers of some of Jake’s other friends, and I’d enjoy imagining how their arses might look based on their build and how hairy they seemed.

But most often I would fantasize about Adam and Steve, whose backsides I didn’t need to invent because I knew full well how they looked.

Over the thirty-odd years I’d known Adam, I’d seen him naked on many occasions from our embarrassed dashes into the school showers through to when we used to go swimming together in our twenties. The most recent time I could think of was when we’d shared a room the night before my wedding, where he’d acted as my Best Man. I remembered noticing, in a disinterested way back then, how hairy he’d become since our school days when he’d slept with his back to me in his single bed, his duvet thrown askew so that his arse was exposed, albeit concealed within a saggy pair of briefs.

Now I regretted missing the opportunity to explore his backside as he’d slept off the pre-wedding booze-up. Obviously, at the time the idea would never have occurred to me and if it had I would have been both revolted and confused. But now it provided fuel for my nocturnal musings, reawakening my slumbering cock between my fingers after female-orientated thoughts had softened it.

Lying in the bed I’d once shared with my wife, I would imagine creeping up and kneeling alongside Adam’s splayed-out body in the hotel room, and leaning forward to sniff the crevice between his buttocks through his stripy briefs. I’d use my own underwear, discarded after a day’s wear, to help me imagine what Adam’s might have smelt like, nuzzling my face into the material where it had been riding upward so intimately close to me.

I’d sniff the sweaty odour on the damp material which had been between my legs, imagining it had seeped there from the raised hairy ridge behind my friend’s balls. Then, while my hand gently worked up and down the hardening length of my cock, I’d work my way back from the gusset and relish the stronger, richer odour behind it. While I knew this was the smell of my own arse – a not uninteresting fragrance, I have to confess – I’d be telling myself that this was how Adam’s backside would have been; that I was really inhaling from where his cheap-looking briefs had been pushed upwards by his trousers to caress his moist, puckered hole.

This was really the smell of my Best Man, if only I’d sneakily sniffed him as he’d gently snored that night before my wedding day.

Stroking myself more quickly beneath my duvet and rubbing my large hairy balls with my other hand, I would imagine easing his underwear to one side so that I could lick his moist hairy cleft, allowing the heady, pungent taste to guide me to his small, puckered anus. I would lap at his hole as if feeding from it, and imagine him pushing himself towards my face, unwittingly enjoying being gently entered by my warm, wet tongue in his drunken sleep.

If that wasn’t enough to bring on my climax, I’d move on to imagine Adam waking up and, laughing about letting me enjoy one last night of being a bachelor, ripping off his briefs. I knew full well that in reality Adam would be mortified to find that I’d been violating him in such a way in his sleep, but in my imagination he would willingly bend over on all fours so that I could rim him properly, egging me on to tongue him deeper while he roughly wanked the erection which the ministrations of my mouth had brought about.

Or sometimes I’d imagine Steve’s arse, hot and wet after a game of squash, with its hairy cleft exposed as he bent to take off his boxers before hitting the shower. With only the two of us in the changing rooms, he’d turn to me, still bending, and with a sly grin would say, “I know what you want… I’ve seen you checking me out… go on, Rob… lick it clean…” And I’d kneel down behind him and push my face towards his powerful odour, sweaty and rank in my nose and on my tongue.

By now I’d be beating my cock as fast as I could, my other hand holding the duvet up like a tent so that I didn’t make a thumping sound against it. With the fantasy of having one or other man’s arse in my face – my nose being tickled by his wiry anal hair and my tongue French kissing his acrid puckered opening – my cock would soon be spewing its pent-up liquid either into a hastily grabbed tissue or otherwise onto my pyjamas.

And then I’d lie in the darkness, feeling the chill of my sweat on my forehead and smelling the strong odour of my spent cock from beneath the duvet, and wonder with disgust what I was becoming.

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I was curious to know whether our brief encounter had had any lasting effect on Guy. I’d see him occasionally, picking Simon up from college or at a parents’ event, but I kept well out of sight in the background, unsure as to how I would respond if he were to speak to me.

I wondered if he, like me, had relived what had happened between us when he masturbated and had fantasized about doing it again. Whether he’d found himself thinking about other men sexually, as I had, and what he’d meant in the hotel room when he suggested that we might ‘take things further’ in the future.

It would have been a simple matter to get Jake to mention to Simon that I wanted to meet up with his dad for a drink sometime. And yet, as much as I enjoyed the fantasy of repeating what had happened between us, I didn’t feel ready to actively seek a sexual encounter with another man.

I suppose it’s strange that I felt like this because if Guy had sent a message through Jake to suggest we meet up, I’d have agreed to it in an instant. We’d have both known why we were getting together and where it would likely lead, and as long as he was the one instigating things, I’d have willingly – enthusiastically, probably – gone along with them.

But for me to be the one to approach another man for sex – no matter however well I dressed it up and couched it in euphemisms, it would still feel wrong.

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One evening in late October, just after the clocks had gone back, I was having a drink with Adam after work. We were chatting together and something – maybe it was some joke he made – brought to my mind the recurrent fantasy I kept having about rimming him on the night before my wedding. With him sitting in front of me, smiling and talking, I felt a sudden pang of guilt that I had been thinking of him in that way.

When he got up to go to the toilet, I glanced over at him walking across the pub from behind, and found my eyes inexorably drawn to his solid, round buttocks. I was captivated by them, bobbing around in his dark grey work trousers which were tight enough to reveal an occasional hint of the hem of his briefs. I realised that my cock was slowly lengthening inside my trousers at the sight of Adam’s arse and then I felt even more guilty. I shouldn’t be thinking of him in this way; shouldn’t be playing out fantasies about him.

And yet, that night, in spite of my best efforts, I couldn’t get the sight of Adam’s trouser-clad buttocks out of my head as I stroked myself in bed. I tried desperately to think of other things – fought with my cock to get it to respond to some fantasy about the barmaid in the pub or a woman I’d seen on the bus – but in the end I gave into my real desire.

Adam was in a toilet cubicle in the pub and I had my face buried into the back of his trousers. He’d worn them a few days and the smell of his arse was distinct on them. I imagined pressing my nose deep into him, low in his crack and right where his hole would be, and inhaling. In my bed, I used the hand that wasn’t working my cock to reach between my legs, to push aside my heavy scrotum and extended a finger into my hot, hairy arse-crack. I drew a couple of circles around my puckered anus and then gently eased the tip of my finger into the moist hole. I slid it in and out a few times, feeling my cock stiffening and stroking it more quickly, and then brought my finger up to my nose to sniff it.

Yes – that’s how Adam’s arse would smell. Raw and dirty.

I was overwhelmed with excitement as I eagerly inhaled the smell of my own backside on my fingers. My cock swelled to a seemingly impossible hardness and I realised I was grunting as I roughly wanked it, my fist pounding like a drumbeat against my duvet.

I dimly heard Jake get up to use the bathroom but I didn’t care that my bedroom door was ajar and that I’d probably woken him. In my heightened state of sexual ecstasy, I was unable to quieten the noise I was making, and it didn’t bother me that my bedsprings were creaking frantically like a rocking chair.

I was imagining Adam unbuckling his belt and hitching his trousers and briefs down to expose his naked arse to my face. My face was between his firm, round cheeks and I was inhaling his most intimate, most masculine, of smells – the same as the intoxicating odour on my own fingers. My forehead was wet with sweat and my armpits were dripping as I literally hammered my cock against my bedding.

With a couple of low gasps, I started cumming in copious spurts, surprised that such a powerful climax had managed to take me without warning. Even as Jake flushed the toilet and returned to his room, my fist continued its rhythmic beat against my duvet as I pumped squirt after squirt of semen from my twitching cock, panting for breath until both the outpouring and intensity of my orgasm had subsided.

Afterwards, as I lay there soaked with sweat and recovering my breath, still with my fingers at my nostrils, it occurred to me that at some point masturbation would no longer be enough. I was going to need a real man’s arse in front of me.

And I wondered again about arranging to meet up with Guy…

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The next morning, Jake made some comment over breakfast about not being able to sleep too well and threw me a rather accusatory look.

Blushing slightly, I muttered, “Oh yeah. Sorry about that.”

I’d always encouraged openness about masturbation between the two of us, having experienced years of shame about doing it during my own adolescence, but we were normally both very discreet about it.

He shrugged. “It’s just that I’ve got a Chemistry test today.”

I apologised again. I felt embarrassed that I’d let myself get so carried away that I’d awoken him with the sounds of my climax.

He said, “It’s okay. I guess it happens sometimes.”

I smiled. This was Jake being all-grown-up about it.

“It was selfish of me, though,” I admitted. “It won’t happen again.”

“Maybe you should close your bedroom door,” he suggested.

I nodded. After Jake’s mum left, I’d taken to leaving my bedroom door ajar so that I could hear him at night. It seemed that darkness brought to the surface the hurt he managed to conceal during the day and I’d go to comfort him when I could hear he was upset. He was, by now, well beyond needing my attentions at night, so perhaps it was time to start closing my door again.

As he finished off his breakfast, I considered asking him to mention to Simon that I’d like to meet up with his dad again. But I couldn’t bring myself to. It was one thing to fantasize about what had happened between the two of us, but quite another to orchestrate a second encounter with the sole intention of it leading to sex.

I’d have to make do with my imagination and my hand – albeit more discreetly – for the time being.

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My discomfort about waking Jake with my noisy orgasm went a lot deeper than just the embarrassment of having my son hear me climax. After all, I’d heard orgasmic grunts from his bedroom on more than one occasion and I was sure that, in spite of the great efforts I made to masturbate as quietly as I could, he must have heard me gasping in pleasure once or twice.

I suppose I was disgusted with myself that it had been the excitement of sniffing my own arse on my finger, while imagining the smell belonged to another man, which had brought me to such a state of sexual abandonment.

Not that Jake could know that, of course. But I knew it and that was enough.

I started to wonder if maybe, though, the intense arousal I’d experienced held its own significance; whether, perhaps, I’d inadvertently stumbled across the key to understanding the fascination which had grown inside me since the night with Guy.

One of the books in the library had suggested that an interest in rimming might be borne from a desire to break taboos: the act of putting one’s face near someone’s bottom eliciting sexual excitement because of being so contrary to our accepted codes of conduct. This had struck me as over-simplistic when I’d read it, and what had happened the previous night served only to support that view.

It seemed, instead, that my fetish might have developed as an offshoot of my interest in the smells of my own body. It might just so happen that Guy’s smells had been sufficiently similar to my own to trigger the intense erotic response which I’d experienced.

I was quite reassured by that hypothesis: it couldn’t be natural to be disgusted by one’s own body smells – one had, after all, grown up with them. It therefore stood to reason that some people might find such smells attractive.

I remembered the first few times I’d masturbated in my early teens: how fascinated I’d been by the smell and taste of my own semen; how I used to like to see if I could shoot it into my mouth when I climaxed. In time, my cock grew long enough for me to reach down and lick the head of it as I wanked it, as the sharpness of the odour from its swollen head was so sexy to me. Perhaps that explained why I’d found the powerful scent of Guy’s cock and balls so arousing.

And since I was so turned on by the smells of my genitals, it wasn’t so far-fetched that I would also be aroused by some of the cruder and more carnal smells of my body – even those of another man whose body happened to secrete similar odours to my own. Once I’d discovered that such an unexpected sexual interest had lain dormant inside me for so long, it was inevitable – surely – that I’d seek out information about it on the internet and that my imagination would cook up an array of masturbatory fantasies.

I was greatly consoled by this line of reasoning which cast me merely as a man with a healthy interest in his own biology rather than as some filthy pervert who liked to sniff and lick other men’s backsides.

I began to believe that, if I really had applied my face to Adam’s backside in the pub toilet, as aesthetically attractive as his buttocks might have seemed from afar, I would have been appalled by the reality of pressing my nose between them. No doubt his odour, being different from mine and from Guy’s, would have been rank and offensive to me.

I had to admit that men’s backsides looked appealing – they weren’t that dissimilar from women’s breasts, after all – and so, in my current lack of female company, I figured that I’d built up a bizarre fantasy about them, fuelled by pictures on the internet and my own over-creative imagination.

It had to be purely fantasy – didn’t it? – surely there could be nothing more to it. I mean, I was getting aroused at the thought of putting my mouth on another person’s arsehole: the part of the body used for shitting to put it at its crudest. And even more bizarre, the arseholes which were the object of my attentions belonged exclusively to other men – a gender towards which I’d never previously felt even a glimmering of sexual attraction.

Of course it was just some slightly sordid fantasy which I’d developed! After all, its origins could be explained completely rationally.

But within just a few days my new-found belief in the normality – innocence, even – of my fetish was shaken so badly that it put paid to all my attempts to explain it in such simplistic terms.

It happened one evening when Steve and I played squash together after work, as we sometimes did when Jake was having his tea at his mum’s. After the game, we stripped out of our sweaty sports kits before Steve would take a shower and I would get dressed – I always cleaned up at home as I didn’t like having to stand around self-consciously naked in the big tiled communal shower area at the sports centre.

As we undressed, I stole a few glances at Steve’s bum after he’d taken off his boxer shorts. This was now pretty commonplace for me when the changing room was empty and I was sure he wasn’t looking. I enjoyed admiring his backside – his cheeks were round and pert and he had a thick forest of sweaty hair nestling in his crack – and I knew it would form the basis of my masturbatory imaginings in my bed that night.

But I had now convinced myself that, as pleasant as his arse looked and how enjoyable it would be to fantasize about rimming him, my interest in it was purely aesthetic. The smell of him down there – especially after a day at work and the rigours of a squash game – would be foul and repellent to me.

Of course it would!

Steve hung his white shorts up with the rest of his clothes on a peg and, grabbing his shower gel and shampoo, walked over to the communal showers which were behind a screen. Pulling down my own shorts, I marvelled at how attractive he looked from behind as he walked away from me; Steve was tall with a naturally athletic build and the beauty of his pert backside was quite breathtaking. That evening, I’d probably imagine him squatting over me, beating off his very large and excited erection as I licked at his hole. Of course, I’d never seen Steve with a hard-on and I suspected, from the modest size and shape of his flaccid cock, that his erection would be pretty average. But in my fantasies he would be so aroused by me working my tongue into his anus that his cock would lengthen and thicken to well beyond its normal size and would tower above me as I rimmed him, oozing copious strings of dribble onto my forehead as he stroked it.

Smiling at the prospect of enjoying a good tug that evening, I tucked my own sweaty underwear into my holdall, pulling out a fresh pair ready to step into, and happened to glance at Steve’s discarded boxer shorts hanging on his. They were inside-out and it was obvious from a couple of faint stains that it was the back of them which faced outwards.

Here was my chance to prove to myself that the smell of another man’s arse – except for that of Guy for whatever reason – would disgust me. Even the thought of touching another male’s discarded underwear was distasteful to me, in spite of the regular contact I had with Jake’s sometimes luridly-stained boxer-briefs when I came to load up the washing machine at home.

Checking that Steve couldn’t see me from behind the screen and that I really was alone in the changing room, I grabbed his boxer shorts from his peg. There were dried yellow stains around the fly where he’d dribbled after taking a piss and I tentatively sniffed at these. They smelled unmistakably of his urine, but the cutting sharpness was combined with the thicker odour of his pubic sweat, especially where his hairy nuts had rubbed against the material.

The smell of Steve’s genitals was distinctly different from mine, and also very different from Guy’s powerful, strongly masculine odour. Steve’s sharper scent was not unappealing – in fact, it was quite attractive in its own way – and I was surprised that the thought occurred to me that sucking Steve’s cock and licking his balls would be not be unpleasant. Evidently, my enjoyment of male sex on the internet had given me an appreciation of what was to be found in the front of a man’s underwear as well as in the back.

I looked again at the backside of the shorts, recoiling a little from the slight discolouration and a few stray curly hairs along the hem from where they must have ridden up into Steve’s arse-crack during the day.

After checking again that I was alone – the prospect of being caught standing naked in a male changing room sniffing at the rear of another man’s undies was not one that I relished – I raised the back of the boxer shorts to my nose and inhaled.

Just as when I’d sniffed at the smell of my own backside on my fingers as I’d masturbated in bed, the odour of Steve’s arse had an instant and almost overwhelming effect on me. The smell of his bum was only faint but it was so distinct and so different from my own that it immediately got my heart thumping and my head reeling. I inhaled it greedily, running my nose along the length of the hem and enjoying the slightly richer anal smell about two-thirds down from the waistband. My cock hardened rapidly to a full-on erection, exposed in all its enormity by my nakedness.

I heard a couple of men walking from the squash courts into the changing room, talking and laughing after their game. I threw Steve’s shorts back onto his peg and dashed across to the toilet stalls to conceal my very obvious excitement.

From the safety of a cubicle, I peered down at my throbbing erection, my foreskin slowly retracting to expose its swollen, pulsating helmet. There was no more trying to persuade myself that my interest in guy’s arses was just aesthetic, or a substitute for female breasts or any other excuse I could think up. Just a whiff of Steve’s crack had made my cock stiffen faster than I could ever remember it, and had sent me to the privacy of a toilet stall to avoid breaking the first rule of male changing room etiquette: no public erections.

I quickly realised that my hard-on was not going to subside of its own accord: the faintly pungent smell of Steve’s backside was fresh still in my nose and was making it ache for attention. I started gently masturbating it, hoping I could quickly bring it to climax into the toilet bowl in silence.

Jesus Christ! Was this what I had reduced myself to? Sniffing underwear and jerking off in the toilet like some overly-randy sixteen-year-old?

The men in the adjoining changing room were chatting together, thankfully oblivious to my predicament, as they undressed to take a shower. I recognised them from their voices: they were younger than Steve and me and had the thin, pale bodies typical of office workers. One of them was usually fashionably unshaven and the other wore his hair gelled up in a sort of half-arsed Mohican style. They were probably workmates from one of the nearby firms of solicitors or estate agents.

I gently swept my foreskin back and forth across my fattened purple cock-head, wishing I’d brought Steve’s shorts into the cubicle with me so that I could take another sniff of them.

On second thoughts: what if he’d emerged from the shower to find they were missing while I was – how could I put it – ‘using’ them? No, that wouldn’t have been a good idea at all.

I heard the younger guys’ bare feet pad their way into the shower, the two of them making plans to go for a drink together after they’d finished up here.

It dawned on me that their underwear would be lying discarded, unattended, in the changing room. I could almost see them in my mind’s eye: they’d be the colourful boxer-briefs that younger guys wear, or maybe those fashionable white briefs which had a prominently-branded waistband.

Still quietly masturbating myself, I wondered if I could sneak out and take a sniff of their underpants before Steve finished off in the shower. He did tend to spend a long time in there.

The rational voice inside my head called out in horror. How could I even be contemplating this? What if I was caught?

However, I felt so horny from the sniff I’d had of Steve’s dirty shorts and the tantalising prospect that two other pairs were just lying around in the changing room waiting for my eager nostrils that such a voice was easily silenced.

I told myself that I might never again have such an opportune moment to get a flavour for a couple of guys’ butts from their underwear. They’d be sweaty from their game and no doubt a bit whiffy from where they’d been ridden up into their owners’ arse-cracks during the day in their office. My cock twitched its approval of the idea as my fingers gently massaged its length.

But was it really worth the risk?

I peered out of the cubicle into the now-empty changing room. The two men had undressed in front of the benches opposite to mine and Steve’s. One pair of underpants hung on a peg like Steve’s had – a light grey pair of briefs by the look of them – while the other pair – white but I couldn’t see the style – had been discarded on the bench next to a rucksack.

I could hear Steve chatting with the guys as the three of them showered. He was recommending a pub they should try; they were being polite but noncommittal. The three of them were, nevertheless, occupied.

I figured it’d be well worth the risk.

I crept out from the toilet stall and, cupping my genitals in my hands as best as I could, hurried over to where the guys’ clothes had been discarded.

I took a wary look towards the door, making sure no-one was coming in.

Then, satisfied that the coast was as clear as it was going to get, I grabbed the grey briefs from the peg. Rearranging them hastily to get them the right way around, I was impressed by how saggy and distended the crotch of them was from the large bulge obviously made by the guy’s cock and balls. The guy must be well-hung. Then, turning the rear gusset outwards, I inhaled as deeply as I could from the still-warm material.

The smell was disappointingly soapy: this guy was clearly a lot more thorough in how he washed himself than Steve. There was a trace of something more interesting right where his hole would be, but the overwhelming scent was fragrant – Lynx shower gel, maybe.

I gave my nose a quick once-over of the front of the briefs, but found the smell to be similarly soapy, aside from a small patch where his cock had probably dribbled after he’d taken a piss.

I thrust the briefs back onto the peg in disappointment and grabbed the white pair from the bench which turned out to be Calvin Klein boxer-briefs. It was obvious, from the crustier feel of the material and the immediate waft of dried piss and stale sweat from them, that these underpants had been worn for a good few days. This was more like it!

Turning the briefs inside out, I noticed how stained the gusset was with urine and that off to one side, where his trouser pocket would be, there was a stiffened area of what could have been caked-on semen or was otherwise the dried-up ooze from a prolonged erection. Being so well-worn, I worried that the smell around the back of them might be repugnant rather than attractive. Tentatively, I brought the seat of the underpants up to my nose.

Again, my excitement was instantaneous. My cock, which had softened a little in my nervousness about venturing out of the cubicle and the disappointing lack of interest in the grey briefs, hardened to full size almost as soon as I sniffed the young guy’s soiled shorts. The smell was in no way faecal, as I’d anticipated: it was powerful and undeniably anal, but also intensely exciting on some base, primeval level. I beat myself with renewed vigour and urgency as I pressed the underpants to my nose and inhaled the skunky, cloying odour of the guy’s butt-crack. I imagined he was bending over in front of me, parting his cheeks with his hands as I licked at his hole.

I ran my nose along the material between the leg holes of the briefs, avidly sniffing the pathway leading from the rich, robust flavours at the back towards the sweatier, more sexual, odours at the front where the guy’s hairy balls would have been cupped just moments earlier. If he was bending in front of me, I could push forwards and lick his dampness, rich with sex and testosterone, from his plump sack while my nose was wedged into his hot, hungry hole.

His hand would be fast on his cock – just as mine was now – thumping back and forth along its thick and veiny length, as he pushed his cheeks against my face and my tongue danced around on his seed-filled bollocks.

I returned my nose urgently to the back of the underpants, relishing the darker, more personal, odours permeating the material. It suddenly dawned on me that this wasn’t just the smell of him being rimmed: this was the smell of him being fucked.

This was the smell of me standing up, grabbing his hips and pushing my cock deep into his spit-moistened chute. This was the smell of my hips slapping against his buttocks as I thrust myself in and out of his most intimate hole. This was the smell of men rutting together, the smell of me butt-fucking another man, the smell of –

My balls began emptying themselves, spurting thick gobs onto the wall and the bench next to the guy’s rucksack as I struggled to avoid his pile of clothes.

Before my climax had subsided and just as the first pangs of disgrace were starting to bite, I threw the dirty underpants back onto the bench and darted over to my own clothes to find a handkerchief or sock – anything – to wipe up my cum which was splattered around the showering guy’s stuff.

At that moment I heard Steve’s voice behind me. “Jesus, Rob! Are you still not ready?”

I felt my face flush, quickly cupping my still-oozing erection in my hand to try and hide it from him as he emerged from the shower room, drying his hair.

I struggled to find any words, but managed, “Sorry, Steve… I just… well…”

Steve walked up beside me and, glancing down at my poorly-concealed hard-on, laughed.

“Oh fuck, mate! Not the best place to get one of those!”

I looked up at him, feeling my face burning. This was like one of the recurring nightmares I sometimes have, except that usually in those I’m experiencing this embarrassment in the middle of my office.

“Yeah… I… er… got caught out…”

He laughed again. I was amazed that he was finding this funny.

“You can say that again! Good job you always shower at home, Rob. There’s a couple of guys in there and things might get awkward if one of them drops the soap!”

I smiled with as much humour as I could muster and, still struggling to hide my excitement with one hand, grabbed my briefs with the other.

Steve finished drying his hair and threw his towel down on the bench.

He gave my forearm and affectionate pat and said, reassuringly, “Come on, mate – don’t get so hung up about it. It happens to all of us.”

“Yeah, I know. It’s just a bit embarrassing…”

“You should be proud of it, Rob… I’d noticed you were well-hung, but… Jesus! I had no idea you were such a grower!”

“Pity my ex-wife didn’t share your appreciation. She used to say it was about as pleasant as looking at an aroused horse.”

I tried to hitch the leg of my briefs over my foot without exposing my erection. It wasn’t so much the excited state of my cock that I was worried about him seeing – although that was bad enough – it was the white dribbles which were still oozing out of it and which he would immediately recognise as semen.

Steve grabbed his white boxer shorts from his peg and bent over to put them on. Laughing again, he called out, “I am safe to bend over, aren’t I?”

I flushed again at the sight of his arse which had, in part, led me to this state of discomfort. I yanked my briefs up, relieved to finally tuck my cock away out of view, and muttered, “Come on, Steve. Don’t be daft…”

Having pulled his shorts up, Steve glanced over at the stuff belonging to the guys who were finishing off in the shower. He thankfully seemed oblivious to the wetness on the bench and up the wall, his eyes instead being drawn to the more noticeable state of the white boxer briefs which were turned outwards where I’d thrown them down.

He nudged me and whispered, “Jesus – look at the state of that guy’s skivvies…”

I glanced over and feigned a look of disdain. “Ugh… grim…”

Pulling his shirt on, Steve went on, still whispering even though it was implausible that the young men could have heard him over the noise of their shower: “Gor – a sniff of those would have taken care of your stiffie, mate!”

“Yeah,” I muttered. “It would have sorted it out in no time.”

And then I grinned over at him as if the idea that I might sniff the back of another guy’s underwear was the most amusingly absurd thing I’d heard in a long while.

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Roman peered in at his hardon. He wished he had more hair around his dick, like his Dad, but now that he knew what to do with it, he was excited. He reached in, and pulled it out, letting it stand straight out in front of him. He moved it around, studying the head, and the shaft, and brushed his finger tips along the bristles of hair that were at the base of his dick. He reached under, and pulled his ball sack to the side, so he could examine them. There was a little bit of peach fuzz, but not much. He liked the feeling that was going through his groin, while he examined himself. He liked being hard. It felt powerful, and the little surges of energy that shot up his abs from within, felt amazing. He clenched his fist around the shaft, and started moving it up and down, just like he saw his Dad do. Wow, it felt amazing! He was wondering why Toby had his girlfriend do it all the time, when it felt really good doing it to yourself.

Roman was really getting into his new found fun, when all of a sudden, he felt like he had to pee. he moved to the toilet, and the white stuff started to spray out. He let out a little gasp as it rushed out. It was the best feeling he’d ever experienced! He watched the little sprays splatter against the back of the toilet, and into the water. The little blobs of white stuff spread out in the water, and floated to the bottom. He thought it was really cool. He kept moving his hand up and down, but it started to hurt, so he stopped. He heard his Dad knock at the door and ask if everything was alright. He assured his Dad, although his voice squeeked when he answered, and he felt a little embarrassed. He hurriedly showered, and toweled off. He had just pulled his t-shirt over his head when his Dad knocked on the door again, asking to come in. Roman let him in, and scooted past him.

The car ride was agonizingly long. Much longer than the trip down to the Keys. Roman fell asleep right away, and woke up a couple of hours later, with his Dad listening to talk radio. His Dad asked how he slept, and he shrugged and said it was alright. Inside, he couldn’t wait to get home and make himself cum again. He loved the feeling. His Dad asked if everything was alright, and Roman assured him that it was. He said he had a great time. His Dad asked what had happened in the bathroom, and Roman quickly said nothing. But his Dad continued to ask him about it. Finally Roman admitted what had happened and what he had seen his Dad doing. He told him it was an accident, but that he tried it in the bathroom, and it felt really good. His Dad laughed and told him it was perfectly normal, and not to feel embarrassed by it. He did it all the time, and Roman could too, now that he knew about it. Roman asked why he didn’t have as much hair as his Dad down there. His Dad seemed really proud to tell him about puberty and how much hair would grow, and how big his dick would get. He had heard a little bit about it at school, but never payed attention. He really liked being this open with his Dad. He also learned that you could use lotion and lubricants to make it feel even better. His Dad explained sex, and how one day when he was older, he would meet someone he felt comfortable enough to have sex with. He explained that the cum that came out could make babies, and that it was important to always use a condom, to make sure that didn’t happen until Roman was ready to be a Dad just like him. Roman was overwhelmed by all of this, and his Dad gave him a pat on the back, and joked that he had a lot of fun making Roman.

His Dad was going into detail about procreation and how good it felt to release his cum, knowing that a baby would result. He said that He and his Mom had sex as many times as they could, even after they knew they were going to have Roman, because it was so much fun not having to use a condom. His Dad adjusted himself in his seat, while he explained this, and Roman noticed a hardon along the leg of his Dad’s shorts. He giggled, and his Dad looked over, and noticed Roman staring. He laughed too, and said anytime he thought about making more babies, he got a hardon. He said he had to pull over and take care of it. He stopped at a truck stop, and asked if Roman had to go in too. Roman did have to go to the bathroom, so he followed his Dad in. He went to a urinal at the end, and his Dad went into a stall. He heard his Dad unzip his shorts, and let out a little sigh. He was standing still for a few minutes, and Roman wanted to see his it worked standing up. He went to the stall, and knocked. His Dad cleared his throat and asked if he needed the keys. Roman asked if he could see it. His Dad waited a moment and said it wasn’t a good idea. Roman started to walk away, when the stall door opened, and he turned to see his Dad motion for him to come in. He walked in, and saw his Dad’s hardon standing straight out from his shorts. His shirt was tucked up, and he could see hair on his stomach, and the bushy hair around his Dad’s dick. He studied the lines, and the hairs, and the head that was dark, and full. He was awed by the site. His Dad said this was a private moment, and to not share with anyone what happened.

Roman gulped, and watched his dad quickly move his fist up and down the shaft. He whispered to Roman, that it’s always more fun with lube, so you could use your own spit if you had to. His Dad spit in his hand, and put it back around the shaft. He moved it faster and faster, and aimed toward the toilet. Shortly after, Roman saw the white cum shooting out of his Dad’s hardon again, but it made a big mess, shooting all over the handle, and the piping behind the toilet. It even went all over the seat, and around the bowl. Roman couldn’t believe how much of it came out. His Dad was breathing really hard, and had his eyes closed again, with his teeth clenched in that happy grin he saw before. Roman didn’t understand why, but he wanted to reach out and touch it. He quickly reached out, and moved his palm over the head of his Dad’s dick, feeling the cum spread across his smooth skin. He lookedup, and his Dad had a shocked look on his face, looking at Roman. Roman liked the feeling, and did it again. His Dad stuttered, telling him to stop, and then his eyes closed, and he fell back against the wall, as more cum started to shoot out! It sprayed against Roman’s arm, and on his shirt and shorts. He stepped back, and watched more cum spray out of his Dad. He had no idea you could shoot that much of the white cum. He looked down, and couldn’t believe how messy it looked.

His Dad hurriedly zipped up, and told Roman to stay there, leaving the stall. He came back with wet paper towels, and started to clean Roman’s clothes with it. He told him he had to get some clothes for Roman to change into, and left him alone again. A few minutes later, his Dad came back in with new shorts and t-shirt. Roman quickly changed, and his Dad took his wadded clothes and went out, to put them in the trash. He came back, and told Roman to wash his hands and arm. They left quickly, and his Dad explained how this should never have happened, and that Roman should not have touched him there. Roman was confused, since his Dad obviously liked the feeling, and he did too. They didn’t talk for awhile, until he saw the sign for Jacksonville, and that they had another hour til they got home. His Dad asked if he had any questions, or anything he was curious about. Roman didn’t have any questions, and promised never to tell anyone what had happened. He felt a new connection to his Dad, although he didn’t like the feeling that he had done something wrong.

Years passed, and Roman never told anyone about what happened that day. He was now a grown man, who exceeded the height of his Dad and brother, and fully developed with his own chest and stomach hair, and a thick bush of blonde pubes that he treasured. He was naked as much as possible, and enjoyed being looked at. He and his wife had a son, who would soon be a teen. Roman vowed to spend as much time with, and was completely honest with his son, and had an open door policy. He tried to expose his son as much as possible, so that the questions would be answered in their own time. There was one night his son had walked in, seeing him naked, toweling off in the bathroom. He explained with ease, that he would develop into a man just like Daddy, and that his body would look similar to his. His son smiled and took him at his word. There had been another time, his son had heard him and his wife having sex. He had to explain what was going on, and that when his son met the right person, he’d enjoy the experience as well. Thinking about making another baby, he grinned, and reached down, into his boxers, taking hold of his hairy hardon…

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Matt felt so self conscious in these pants. He felt like everyone at the party was watching him and knew that he was wearing those stupid white briefs. Melissa was busy talking with her friends and having fun at the party. A few of Matt’s old friends came up and talked to him. Matt just couldn’t concentrate on the party and having fun. All he could think about was what had happened to him over the last few days. The more he thought about it, the more upset he became. Not being able to take it anymore, Matt left the party and went outside to the patio. He laid his head in his hands and just began to sob. He couldn’t believe what he had been made to do and how fucked up he had gotten. He had sex with another guy, he let himself be treated like some little bitch boy. This was not him. He is stronger then this. How can he get himself out of this situation? This was the burning question that has been plaguing him for the last 2 days. He needs to find a way out of this situation. All these questions were burning inside his mind. The more he thought about it the more upset it made him. Now he felt as though hi entire life was falling part. He sobbed into his own hands for a long while until he heard motion and voices behind him. He wiped his tears away and regained his composure. As he turned around he recognized people from the party. Soon he heard a familiar voice and recognized his old friend Max from high school. Max strolled over to Matt and sat down at the table with him.

Matt and Max were soon laughing hysterically as they reminisced about high school and all the great times they had. Soon Matt had forgotten what he was so upset about and was having a great time talking with his old friend. The two old friends spent a good hour talking outside on the patio and then Max convinced Matt to come back to the party. As they walked back into the party Max told Matt about a poker game that was going on later and that he was invited to come. Matt quickly said yes. Max filled Matt in on all the details as they reached the bar. Matt ordered himself a beer as Melissa came up to him and asked where he had been. He told her that he had been outside; he just needed some fresh air. He passionately kissed her on the lips and told her how much he loved her. Her eyes lit up and she expressed her love to him as well. Matt explained to her about the poker game and told her he’d like to go. She kissed him again and told him to have a great time and that she would see him later at the room. Max made gagging noises as he watched the couple and then Matt suddenly punched his arm. Matt and Melissa kissed one more time and then she heads off to her friends.

Max and Matt sit at the bar drinking beer and continue talking about their lives, accomplishments, and of course all of the old high school memories. A few more old classmates appear at the bar and join Matt and Max. After everyone assembles at the bar the group heads upstairs to play some poker. As Matt leaves the bar Michael watches him walk out with his cute ass swinging back fourth in those tight white briefs and white pants. This sight alone would make any gay man hard as a rock and drooling. Of course Max was no slouch himself. He used to be a wrestler in high school. He is about 5’8, 135 pounds, sandy brown hair, and blue eyes. Even all these years later you can tell through his clothes that he has a tight, firm ass and a very athletic body. Of course nobody could beat Matt in the looks department, but Max was definitely someone worth checking out.

Michael couldn’t help but stare at Matt as he left the bar. Matt was totally unaware of just how hot he was. The tight briefs and white pants only added to his hotness and Michael congratulated himself on coming up with that idea. Michael sat at his table with his drink and went over in his head what he should do with Matt next. Seeing Matt with Max did give him some ideas though. What a great way to break Matt even more. Have him mess around with one of his friends from high school. That would most definitely be a hot scene. This could be the one thing that finally breaks Matt. Michael didn’t want Matt to totally break down, but instead to just know that he had to do what he was told, and that he was trapped in this situation. Michael was so satisfied that he had his high school crush right where he wanted him and that he could do anything with Matt that he wanted. Michael knew that he and Matt would never live together as a family or anything like that. What Michael did know was that he could have Matt anytime and anyway that he wanted. This was Michael’s #1 fantasy and it was totally coming true and Michael couldn’t have been more pleased. Michael continued to think of what his next step with Matt would be. Michael spent the rest of the night thinking finalizing his next plan for Matt. Michael retired early to his room and quickly stripped down to his white Hanes briefs.

Michael lay on his bed and turned on the DVD player. He had created a DVD of all the hot scenes that he had with Matt so far. So now he had his own personal porno of Matt. Michael gets comfy on the bed and presses the play button. His dick quickly hardens inside his briefs as he watches the hot scenes of Matt before his eyes. Michael rubs his dick thru his briefs as he watches Matt on the DVD. Soon there is a wet spot on his briefs and he slips his hand inside his briefs and begins to jerk himself nice and slow as he watches Matt perform. Soon Michael is stroking his cock fast and furious inside his briefs while Matt does unspeakable things on the screen. As always, it does not take long for Michael to blow his load. Soon he is breathing heavy and moaning as he starts to shoot inside his briefs. Michael’s white Hanes briefs are now flooded with his cum. He hasn’t shot a load that big in a long time and is feeling really good right now. He lies back down on the bed, gets comfy and continues to watch Matt on the screen. Michael eventually falls asleep in his wet briefs and has sweet dreams of his high school crush.

Matt arrived back at his room around 2 am and finds Melissa already asleep in the bed. He thinks about what a great time he had tonight with his old friends. He had even won a few hands at poker tonight. For the first time during this trip he wasn’t worrying about what was happening to him. He quietly changed out his clothes, slipped on some boxers and got into bed with Melissa. He kissed her softly on the cheek and snuggled up next to her as he fell asleep next to the love of his life. He drifted off to sleep and had good dreams.

Michael awoke early on Sunday morning. He was still wearing his crusty white Hanes briefs. His hard dick was tenting them quite a bit. He lay in bed and started to think about Matt while he rubbed his dick thru the crusty cotton. Thoughts of Matt doing all sorts of sexual and degrading things went through his mind driving him closer and closer to an amazing climax. As he reached that special place his breathing quickened and his moaning grew louder as he pumped another huge load into his already dirty Hanes briefs. He strolled into the bathroom and got himself ready for the day. He packed up his bags and got everything ready to go except for what he would need for his time with Matt. He went over to the desk and wrote out Matt’s next set of instructions and put the two pills inside (Viagra and E). Michael made his way down to the front desk and left the note there for Matt. Afterwards he went to eat his breakfast and wait for the next step of his plan to happen.

Matt awoke the next morning feeling the best he’s felt in a long time. Melissa was still asleep and he kissed her lightly on the cheek and got out of bed. As usual he had a morning hard on that was tenting his boxers. He went to the bathroom and took care of business and hoped into the shower. The warm water was cascading over his entire body. He wet his hair and applied the shampoo. Then he took the soap and lathered up his entire body, including his very hard penis.

The feeling of the soap on his dick made him tingle and he realized how horny he was. He took his hand and began rubbing his soapy dick. Slow at first but then increasing speed until he was stroking his dick faster and faster. His mind was flooding with thoughts of his hot wife and other women he had seen lately. As he brought himself closer to a climax he began to moan softly at first but then louder. Matt is about to blow his load when all of the sudden a vision of him and Michael fucking pops into his mind. He can’t control his body anymore and as the visions of Michael and him fucking are in his mind his dick starts to shoot rope after rope of hot, thick, and creamy cum all over the shower walls. The orgasm was so intense that Matt gets weak in the knees and has to balance himself. He was having such a nice jerk off session until that dumb image popped into his head. He finishes his shower and gets out, but he is mad because he realizes that he still has to do what this asshole wants him to do. He brushes his teeth and styles his hair. He grabs his boxers and puts them on along with some shorts and a shirt. He checks on Melissa and she is still sleeping. He decides to head downstairs and see if there are any messages for him. He heads downstairs and goes to the front desk. The attendant politely hands him a sealed envelope. Matt goes over to the chair in the lobby area, sits down, and opens the envelope.

The envelope contains a letter that Matt pulls out and begins to read:

Dear Matthew,

You have been such a good boy in following your directions. I honestly didn’t think you’d be able to go through with it, but I’m glad to see that I was wrong. So I bet your wondering what I have in store for you today. I was surprised to see you and Max Benson talking so much last night that it got my brain a going. So here is what I want you to do. Check out for the hotel is at 12:00pm. You have to have everything completed by then, so you better work fast. Enclosed in this envelope you will find 2 pills, 1 white and 1 blue. I want you to go to room 4010, there is a room key enclosed in this envelope. When you are there you will call Max down to that room and tell him you want to talk. Once he arrives you offer him something to drink. Before you give him the drink, you slip the 2 pills into his drink and let them dissolve. Once the drugs have kicked in you will put him on the bed, strip him down to his underwear and jerk him off until he blows in his underwear. Then you will take off his underwear, make out with him, and then fuck him bareback. You will fuck him without a condom and shoot your load inside him. After you are done fucking him you will make out with him more. Before you leave, you slip on him a pair of your white Hanes briefs. Then you may leave. The next thing I want you to do is go to Michael’s room to tell him goodbye. While you are there you will tell him how much you liked being with him this weekend and ask him to be your secret boyfriend. Afterwards you will initiate making out with him and then ask him to fuck you bareback. After the 2 of you have your fuck session, you will make out some more, and then you may leave. While you are with Max and Michael I insist you be wearing your white Hanes briefs. When you go to check out today there will be another envelope waiting for you. Make sure you read it and take it with you, it contains future instructions. Have a great day.

Sincerely,

Your New Friend

Matt almost started to cry right there in the lobby. What had he gotten himself into? Who was this guy? Why was he doing this stuff to Matt? These were the burning questions going through Matt’s mind. Why did he have to involve Max? What was he going to tell Melissa? He has to find a way to fix this and make it end? Maybe after he did this last thing it would be over and then he could forget that it ever happened. He slowly went back upstairs to his room where he found Melissa awake. She asked him what was wrong, he just replied that he had a headache and didn’t feel very good. They kissed each other and cuddled. Matt told Melissa that he just wanted some peace and quiet and that he just needed some more sleep. Melissa told him that she was meeting the girls for breakfast and then they were going out on a quick outing. Matt told her to have a good time and that he would be waiting for her here when she got back. She told him she would be back by 11:30 so they could make their 12:00pm checkout. Again they kissed each other and Matt lay on the bed and pretended to rest while Melissa finished getting ready. When she was ready she kissed Matt on the forehead, said goodbye, and headed out the door. Matt quickly jumped to his feet and drops his shorts and boxers. He grabs a pair of Hanes briefs and slips them on and then puts his shorts back on. He grabs the envelope and heads out to room 4010. When he arrives in the room he looks around and everything seems to be normal.

Upon inspection that everything in the room looked normal Matt calls down to the front desk and asks for Max Benson’s room. The front desk connects Matt to Max’s room and the phone begins to ring. After a few rings Max answers the phone very groggy and says “hello.” “Hey Max”, Matt says, “Did I wake you?” “No, not really, I was just laying here”. “What’s up Matt, what can I do for you?” “I was just wondering if you wanted to meet and talk some more before we have to leave today.” “Yeah, that sounds great Matt.” “Were do you want to meet man?” Matt responds with “why don’t you come to my room and we’ll just hang out.” “Great”, says Max, “what room are you in?” “I’m in room 4010.” “Alright dude I’ll be there in 10”, says Max. “See you then”, says Matt. Matt hangs up the phone and puts the two pills over by the bar and anxiously waits for Max. While he’s waiting he clicks on the TV and watches ESPN. Soon there is a knock at the door and Matt jumps off the bed to answer it. When he opens the door he finds Max still looking half asleep. “Dude you look like hell”, says Matt has he looks at Max. “Well good morning to you too”, says Max. Matt lets Max into the room and locks the door behind him. Max takes a seat on the sofa. He’s dressed in a red t-shirt, black basketball shorts, and flip-flops. Matt sits down in the chair next to the sofa and looks nervously at Max. Matt and Max make small talk for the next few minutes. Finally, Matt asks Max if he would like something to drink. Max says that he’d like some juice if you got any. Matt goes over to the mini bar and looks inside. He finds a bottle of orange juice and pours a glass for Max. Max is busy watching ESPN so he doesn’t see Matt drop the two pills inside the juice. He stirs the juice for a bit and watches the pills dissolve. He grabs bottled water for himself and hands the juice to Max. Max takes the glass of juice and quickly drains it claiming how thirty he is. Matt nervously keeps drinking his water and watching Max. The two guys keeping making small talk and after awhile Matt notices that Max is starting to slur his words and that his eyes are getting heavy. Pretending not to notice, Matt keeps talking to Max and soon Matt is getting no response from Max. Matt goes over to Max and shakes him to see if he is awake, but gets no response. Max just slumps over onto the edge of the sofa. Matt also notices that Max has a boner in his shorts that is causing them to tent severely.

Matt puts his arm around Max and helps him up to his feet and gets him over to the bed where he plops him down. He then straightens him out on the bed so he is laying on his back and all stretched out. Max obviously has a boner because it is tenting his shorts pretty bad. Matt nervously comes over to the bed and slips off Max’s flip flops onto the floor. He then pulls Max up by his arms and works his t-shirt up and off of his body and then gently lays him back down. Matt then reaches down to the waistband of Max’s shorts and unties the draw strings. Once he has them loosened, Matt stands at the end of the bed and pulls Max’s shorts down his legs and off of his body, adding them to the pile of clothes on the floor. Matt looks at Max’s body and thinks to himself that Max has done a pretty good job of taking care of himself over the years. Max has very developed pecs and 6 pack abs. His arms and legs are very muscled and defined. He has no body hair except his pit hair, pubes, and a slight trail. He is wearing grey CK boxer-briefs with a huge bulge inside them. His boner looks at though it is really straining to get out. Very nervously Matt begins to rub the erection inside Max’s boxer-briefs. It is already fully hard so Matt grabs hold of the hard pole and begins to stroke it fast. He wants to get this over with as soon as possible. Soon his hand is sliding up and down Max’s hard dick, rubbing the soft cotton of the underwear against his hard dick. The grey material soon begins to s how a wet spot where the head of his dick is. Matt works Max’s dick faster, sliding his hand up and down the hard dick as quick as he can. He can feel Max’s dick throbbing inside his hand as the wet spot continues to get bigger. Soon he hears Max’s breathing change and hears a few moans from his mouth. Knowing that Max is close to shooting his load, Matt works his dick harder and faster. After a few more minutes Matt feels Max’s body tense up and he feels the dick to begin to shoot its hot cum into the boxer-briefs. Matt continues to jerk Max off until the orgasm subsides and Max begins to relax. Matt lets go of the deflating dick and see’s the huge mess Max has made. The front of his boxer-briefs is soaked with cum. The boxer-briefs are even wet down on the sides. Some of the ejaculation has even dripped down onto his legs. Matt backs off the bed and sits down in the chair trying to work up the courage to fuck Max like he was told to do.

Matt walks over to the bed and crawls onto to it next to Max. He gets close to Max’s face and puts his lips to Max’s and starts to give him small kisses. Matt then put his arms around Max’s upper body and pulls him tight to himself and kisses his lips more. Matt soon closes his eyes and slides his tongue into Max’s mouth. After French kissing him for awhile Max begins to kiss back in his drug induced sleep. Matt can feel Max’s tongue twirling around his and Max starting to kiss back. Matt continues to hold Max close and make out with him. After awhile Matt decides that this is enough and breaks the kiss. He goes back over to the chair, looking at Max in just his wet boxer-briefs with a boner and tries to get himself to do the next step. After working up some courage Matt stands up and works his way over to the bed. Max is still lying on his back with a huge tent in his underwear which is soaked with his cum. Matt slowly grabs the legs of Max’s boxer-briefs and begins to pull them down slowly. He gets them down to his knees and Max’s hard dick slaps up against his belly. It is wet and tacky with cum. It looks to be about 7″ in length and fairly fat. The head of his dick is quite red, big, and plump. His balls are fairly large and the sac is hairless. Matt thinks to himself that it is no wonder that Max shot so much cum because of how big his dick and balls are. Matt finishes taking Max’s underwear off and puts them on the floor with the rest of his stuff. Now Max is completely naked and his dick is still hard and waiting for more action. Matt nervously pulls of his t-shirt exposing his sexy body. He kicks off his sandals and stands barefoot on the carpet. He then takes off his shorts and stands in front of Max in only his white Hanes briefs which are full of his dick. He slides his hand inside the briefs and begins to play with his dick so he can get hard. He thinks of Melissa and other hot girls in order to get himself hard. The briefs are very restricting so he slides them down and off and stands in front of the bed naked. He starts to rub his balls and stroke his dick thinking of anything he can that will get him hard. He spits onto his hand and rubs it into his dick while he thinks of hot women and wild sexual scenes. After a few minutes of fantasizing Matt’s dick begins to harden and grow in his hand. Matt rubs it for awhile longer until it is pointing straight out and is hard as a rock. He goes into the bathroom and grabs a bottle of baby oil and brings it out to the bed. Matt crawls onto the bed in between Max’s legs. He then spreads Max’s legs and lifts them up onto his shoulders. He then grabs the bottle of lotion and squirts it all over Max’s butt. Matt starts to rub the oil in between Max’s butt cheeks and over his anus. Once that area is good and lubed Matt then begins to finger Max’s hole. At first there is some resistance when he tries to put his finger in but he pushes a bit harder and his finger pops inside. Matt starts to slide his finger in and out of Max’s hole. Matt pours some more lotion on his fingers and starts to push 2 fingers inside of Max’s anus. While Matt is fingering Max’s hole he starts to hear some moaning. “Oh shit”, Matt thinks; Max must like this. Matt continues to finger fuck Max’s hole with his 2 fingers until he is good and lubed up. Matt scoots further up until his body is touching Max’s. Matt grabs his hard dick and rubs it up and down Max’s butt crack and then rubs it against Max’s lubed up hole. With a sigh Matt put his head at Max’s hole and begins to push it in. It is so tight that Matt really has to push to get his dick inside. Suddenly with a loud pop Matt’s head enters Max’s virgin ass hole. It feels so warm and tight on his dick that for a moment Matt begins to like it. Matt slowly starts to push his dick inside Max making his hole stretch wide fore Matt’s dick. Matt hears some grunting from Max as he pushes his dick further inside him. Once Matt is all the way inside him he waits for a bit until Max is used to the dick up his ass. Matt looks at Max’s face and it looks like he is making that face when you are taking a big crap. He also looks at Max’s dick and see’s that it is still hard and even is wet on the top. After waiting for a few minutes Matt slowly pulls his dick out and pushes it back in and begins to fuck Max in a slow and steady rhythm. Max is so tight and so warm that it actually makes Matt sigh as he is fucking him. Matt has not fucked anything this tight since he was in high school. It feels so good on his dick. Then he realizes that he is talking like some fag. He says to himself, just hurry up and get this over with. He starts to fuck Max faster and harder, sliding his dick in and out of Max with force. With each push inside him he reaches further inside Max. As Matt is fucking Max he begins to hear Max moan and mutter and when he looks at Max’s dick he see’s precum flowing out of his dick. He grabs a hold of Max’s dick and begins to stroke it fast as he fucks Max in the same way. The tightness of Max’s ass brings Matt close to orgasm rather quickly. Matt begins to feel that tingly sensation deep down inside his balls and he knows it won’t be long before he is shooting his load inside Max. After a few more thrusts Matt lets out a large moan and starts to shoot his load deep inside Max. six huge blasts of cum shoot deep inside Max’s bowels as Matt empties his balls. Breathing heavy and sweaty Matt begins to come down from his orgasm and his dick begins to go soft. He gently pulls out of Max, as he watches some of the cum drip out of his ass onto the bed. Matt leans down and begins to kiss Max again, slowly inserting his tongue into Max’s mouth. Still holding Max’s dick, Matt continues to jerk Max off as quick as he can. Matt continues to kiss Max deeper and harder as he moves his tongue all over inside Max’s mouth. Rubbing his hand faster and faster, up and down Max’s dick, Matt is trying to get him off again. Max’s breathing quickens and a few moans slip out of his mouth. Soon Matt feels Max beginning to kiss him back. Matt holds Max closes to his face and makes out with him more passionately. Soon Max’s body tenses as his dick begins to shoot off volley after volley of thick white cum all over the place. Some of the cum lands on Max’s face and chest; while some of it lands on the pillows and on the bed. Matt keeps kissing Max all through his orgasm and until he starts to come down out of it. That must have been the biggest ejaculation Matt had ever seen. Matt continues to milk Max’s dick until all the cum is out. Matt finally breaks the kiss and just sits and stares at Max, wondering if Max has any clue what has just happened to him. Max still has a boner, but Matt doesn’t have any more time to mess with him. Wiping his hand off on the bed, Matt grabs his clothes and puts them back on. He grabs Max’s dirty boxer-briefs and runs back to his room. He grabs a pair of white Hanes briefs and goes back over to the room. Max is still out of it with his boner lying against his stomach hard as a rock. Matt approaches the bed and slips the briefs up on Max’s athletic body. He pulls them up until they are covering his mid section. Matt grabs Max’s dick and positions it inside the briefs so that it makes a huge tent in them. Matt checks the room to make sure he didn’t forget anything and he leaves the room leaving Max on the bed in just a pair of briefs with a boner. Matt goes back to his room and puts Max’s boxer-briefs into a plastic bag and puts it one of the dresser drawers. He then heads back out and knocks on Michael’s door.

Trying to act surprised, Michael answers the door and see’s a very nervous Matt standing there. “Hey Matt”, say’s Michael. “Hey Michael”, says Matt. “Can I talk to you for a few minutes”, says Matt. “Sure, come on in”, says Michael. Matt enters the room and sits on the edge of the bed nervously, as Michael closes the door. Michael comes over and sits next to Matt on the bed. Michael looks at Matt and says “what’s wrong, why do you look so nervous”? Almost teary eyed Matt looks into Michael’s eye and very nervously says “I really like you Michael, and I, and I, and I want you to be my boyfriend”. “But we would have to be secret boyfriends, because Melissa can’t find out and I’m not out you know”. With a very shaky voice Matt says “so what do you think Michael, will you be my secret boyfriend”? Laughing hysterically in his head and staring into Matt’s very nervous face, he says with a straight and serious face “Matt I would love to be your secret boyfriend”. With a somewhat sigh of relief on his face Matt leans forward and put his arms around Michaels neck and begins to kiss him. Letting Matt do all the work, Michael kisses Matt back. Matt brings himself closer and begins to kiss Michael more deeply, letting his tongue slip into Michaels mouth and wiggle around. Michael accepts Matt’s tongue and the two men begin to play tonsil hockey together. Matt pushes his tongue further into Michael’s mouth and Michael sucks and licks Matt’s tongue. Matt pushes himself onto Michael’s lap which causes him to fall backwards onto the bed. Matt stops French kissing Michael and gives him a few small kisses and then looks straight into Michael’s eyes and says “fuck me Michael. With a surprised, but evil, grin on his face he says “I’d love to fuck you Matt.

Matt rolls off of Michael and lays on the bed on his back. Michael straddles his body and leans forward and kisses Matt on the lips a few times. Michael pulls Matt up by his shoulder and continues to kiss him while peeling his t-shirt off, only breaking the kiss long enough to get the shirt off. Michael then kisses Matt’s neck, working his way down his chest, giving his nipples some attention until they are hard. Then he kisses down his stomach and abs and tongue’s his belly button. Matt lays there trying to act like he is enjoying this and not revolted. Michael pops the button on Matt’s shorts and lowers the zipper. The white of his briefs stand out nicely against his tan body. Soon Michael is lowering Matt’s shorts to his ankles and then off to the floor. Michael goes back to kissing Matt’s lips and removes Matt’s sandals with his feet. Michael starts kissing back down Matt’s body, enjoying every delightful bit of this stud’s body until he gets to the waistband of the white Hanes briefs. Michael thinks to himself, god this boy looks good in his underwear, so yummy. Michael begins to knead and feel Matt’s dick inside the briefs. Soon the soft bulge turns into a hardening dick as Michael rubs Matt until he gets hard. Once Matt is hard Michael pulls down the briefs and lets Matt’s hard on slap against his stomach. Michael pulls the briefs all the way down until they end up on the floor. He cups Matt’s ball in his hands and rolls them around as he licks Matt’s dick up and down. Matt lets out a soft moan as his dick is manipulated. Michael continues to lick Matt’s dick, starting at the base and working his way to the top. On one of his trips up he sucks the head into his mouth and lets his tongue twirl all around the sensitive head while sucking on it. Matt’s body tenses and more moans come out of his mouth letting Michael know he is doing something right. Michael continues to bop up and down on Matt’s hard dick, tickling the head every once in awhile sending Matt into frenzy. After getting Matt all worked up he goes back up and kisses Matt softly on the lips and tells him to lay back and lift his legs. Matt does as he is told and lifts his legs onto Michael’s shoulders. Michael moves in closer and spreads Matt’s cheeks and begins to kiss and lick his butt crack. Matt squirms and moans as Michael works his magic. Soon Michael is probing his tongue inside Matt’s hole making Matt even hornier. Precum starts to flow from Matt’s dick onto his stomach as Michael pushes his tongue in and out of his hole. Michael then wets one finger and pushes that into Matt’s tight hole and begins to finger fuck him. Matt moans and groans even more and more precum flows out of his dick and starts to make a pool on his stomach. One finger turns into two fingers as Michael keeps finger fucking Matt. When Michael feels that Matt is good and ready he slides up his body, kisses Matt again, and looks his lover in the eyes and asks him if he is ready. Reluctantly Matt nods his head and Michael stands up and begins to undress himself. Matt watches in fear as Michael strips and becomes naked in front of him. Matt can clearly see the very hard dick in front of him and knows where it is going.

Michael takes his hard dick in his hand, strokes it a few times, spreads Matt’s cheeks and begins to rub it up and down Matt’s crack. After a few trips up and down Michael puts his hard dick at Matt’s hole. Michael can tell that Matt is very nervous. So he leans down and kisses Matt softly on the lips and begins to slowly push inside Matt. Matt cringes in pain as his ass is violated again. Michael continues to kiss him and bites his lower lip to help distract the pain. What seems like forever finally happens as Michael’s dick pops into Matt’s ass with a large pop. Michael continues kissing Matt while pushing his dick further and further into Matt. Matt can feel Michael’s dick moving further and further inside him. Even though this kind of sex gross’s him out it somehow feels kind of good and his dick continues to throb and drip precum. Michael finally gets his dick all the way inside Matt and he pauses for a moment so Matt can adjust. After a few moments Michael begins to pull out and push back in. He fucks Matt in a nice slow rhythm. After a bit Michael begins to go quicker; sliding his dick in and out of Matt much faster now; shoving it inside him as deep as he can go so Matt can feel every stroke. Matt’s mind and body is in a haze of erotica now. His body his feeling so many different things right now and his dick loves it as it drips more and more precum onto his stomach. Michael continues to pound Matt’s ass now, ramming it in as far as he can, hoping that he is rubbing Matt’s prostate. From the look of the pool of cum on Matt’s stomach he figures he is doing a good job. Both men are moaning and panting, each coming closer to orgasm. Matt wants to touch his dick, but is afraid if he does that he will come. Michael breathes harder and pushes faster as he gets closer to blowing his load. Matt is in ecstasy and wants to blow his load. He doesn’t care what he has to do; he just knows that he wants to cum and cum now. A few strokes later Michael lets out a huge moan and grunt and starts to shoot his cum deep inside Matt’s ass. He continues to grunt and moan and he unleashes one of his biggest loads yet into his fantasy. He continues to fuck Matt hard until his orgasm subsides. As Michael is shooting his load inside Matt, Matt begins to fill the cum inside him and he can no longer contain it. Without even touching his dick it starts to shoot volley after volley of hot cum all over his chest, face, and hair. Seven spurts of hot cum shoot out of his dick and he has never felt anything better in his life. Both men start to come down from their orgasms and begin to go soft. Matt’s dick begins to soften and goes limp on his sticky stomach. Michael’s dick begins to soften and he pulls out of Matt and lays beside him on the bed. Matt turns to his side and begins to kiss and make out with Michael as he had been instructed. The two lovers hold each other in their arms and kiss while they lay in silence for awhile.

Matt looks at his watch and says he needs to get going. He quickly jumps off the bed and begins to start dressing. Michael watches him dress and smiles knowing that all his dreams have just come true. Matt finishes dressing and goes over to Michael and kisses him again on the lips and gives him a long and tender hug. He pulls away from Michael and asks him to write down his phone number and email address so they can keep in touch. Michael goes over to the desk, pulls out some paper and a pen, and writes down the information for Matt. He walks over to Matt and hands him the piece of paper and then kisses him tenderly. Michael thanks him for the wonderful weekend and tells him that he hopes they can see each other soon. Matt smiles at him and takes the paper and puts it in his pocket. He kisses and hugs Michael again and tells him that he will be in touch really soon. The two men hug one more time and Michael lets Matt out the door and closes it. Michael jumps up and down; he can’t believe what he just pulled off this weekend. He got the man of his dreams to do the unthinkable. What would the future bring; what could he have Matt do next? He wondered how long he should keep Matt in the dark about who is blackmailing him. He had a lot to think about on his plane trip home. Michael went over to the desk and grabbed an envelope addressed to Matt. He got himself dressed and went downstairs to the front desk and left the envelope at the front desk for Matt. Michael then went back upstairs to room 4010 and let himself in. Max was still on the bed fast asleep. He was only wearing a pair of white, Hanes briefs and he had a massive erection tenting them. Michael went over to the bed, grabbed his hard dick, and began to jerk him off. Michael rubbed his fist fast up and down his dick, rubbing the soft cotton into the hard dick. Michael rubbed and rubbed the cotton against the boner until he heard Max begin to moan. Soon Michael noticed a wet spot appear on the white briefs. He knew he had excited Max and that it wouldn’t be long before Max was blowing another load. Michael began to just rub the head thru the briefs and he heard Max moan more and more. He cupped his balls through the briefs and continued to manipulate the head. More precum began to flow and the briefs started to become damper as Max moaned more and more. A few moments later Michael felt Max’s dick begin to throb and his body tense and soon after the smell of cum was in the air and Max unleashed another load of cum into his underwear. As with the other pair the front of the briefs was entirely soaked. This time it was just contained to the front of the briefs, but they were still drenched none the least. Michael removed his hand and inspected his work. There was Max, still out of it, with wet cum filled briefs laying there for the whole world to see. Michael grabbed Max’s clothes from the floor and began to dress him. When he was dressed he pulled the key card from his pocket and carefully maneuvered him back to his room. When he arrived at his room, he unlocked the door and put Max on the bed. He left the wet, cum filled briefs on him and left the room quietly. Michael went back down to room 4010 and packed it all up, leaving nothing behind. He then took everything back to his room and finished packing. He went downstairs and checked himself out of the hotel. He caught a cab outside that took him to the airport. He got on his plane, sat in his seat, and began to think of all the events of the weekend and what he would do with Matt next. The fun is just beginning he thought to himself as he began to laugh.

Matt hurried back to his room. It was 11:15 and Melissa would be back at 11:30. His dick was sore and his ass hurt. He could feel that the back of his shorts were wet from the cum dripping out of his ass. He got back to his room and stripped down completely. He took the briefs and put them in the bag with Max’s underwear and shoved them down to the bottom of the suitcase. He went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. He got into the shower and let the hot water cascade all over his body. He lathered up with soap and made extra sure that he cleaned his ass and dick very good. After his shower, he toweled off and went out to the main room to get dressed. He put on a pair of boxers, some cargo shorts, a polo shirt, and his sandals. He went back into the bathroom and styled his hair and made sure he looked good. He was afraid to sit down because he thought it would be too painful. He started to pack up his and Melissa’s things and as he did she walked in the door. She asked him how he was feeling and he responded with he was better now and happy to see her. He gave her a big hug and kisses and told her that they needed to get going if they were going to catch their flight on time. They quickly finished packing and Matt went through the room one last time to make sure they didn’t forget anything. They left the room and headed downstairs. When they got to the front desk Matt told Melissa to have a seat in the lobby while he took care of the bill. She left to go sit down and Matt paid for the hotel room and checked out. Before he left the front desk Matt asked if there were any messages for him. The attendant handed him an envelope and thanked him for staying at the hotel. Matt went over to the side of the counter and opened the envelope. A DVD was inside and another letter. Matt pulled the DVD out and it was labeled “The Night Matt Will Never Forget”, he looked it over and put it back into the envelope. He pulled the letter out and quickly read it.

Dear Matthew,

Congratulations on a job well done this weekend. You did everything you were told and you did it extremely well. So I’m betting that you are thinking that it is all over now and that you can go on with your life and forget about all of this. Well you are 100% WRONG. The fun is just beginning my friend. I know your email address, home address, home phone number, cell phone number, work address and phone number, what kind of car you drive, where your wife works, and where your kids go to school. So please don’t think you can get away from me. I have a few more instructions for you before you get home. Trust me when I say that I will know if you do these things or not. In case you decide to get daring, don’t forget I have all sorts of videos of you from this weekend and I can always send Max Benson a copy of you fucking him and jerking him off. I don’t think he’d be too happy to know that his old friend did that to him. So have a nice flight home and here are the things I want you to do.

1. Go into the bathroom, throw away your boxers, put on Max’s dirty CK boxer-briefs, and wear them all the way home.

2. When you get home I expect you to get rid of every pair of boxers and underwear that you have. I want you to buy several packages of Hanes white briefs and wear them from now on.

3. I want you to purchase a web cam when you get home. I will be adding you to my contacts list. So I expect you to have a webcam the next time I talk to you.

4. From now on we will speak via email and messenger.

5. Have a nice flight home.

Matt felt like he was going to die. How could this be happening to him? Will it ever end? What is he going to do and how was he going to explain this to Melissa. He started to fill sick to his stomach. He shoved the letter back into the envelope and stuck it into one of the bags. He grabbed the suitcase that has the underwear in it. He told Melissa he’d be right back and for her to catch a cab outside. Matt went into the bathroom and went into one of the stalls. He opened up the suitcase and fished out the plastic bag. He opened it and almost fell over from the strong smell of cum. He took out Max’s boxer-briefs, sealed the plastic bag, and put it back into the suitcase. He then placed the underwear on top of the suitcase. He kicked off his sandals and undid his shorts. He pushed them to the ground and stepped out of them. He pulled down his boxers and took them off. He grabbed Max’s wet underwear and put them on. They felt so gross from all the cum inside them. He pulled them all the way up and he could feel Max’s wet cum on his dick. He put his shorts and sandals back on. He closed up the suitcase and grabbed his boxers. He opened the stall door and threw his boxers into the garbage can. He looked at himself in the mirror and wondered who this guy was he saw in the mirror. He certainly did not feel like himself. He walked outside to find Melissa waiting in the cab. He loaded the suitcase into the cab and they headed for the airport. Melissa asked him if anything was wrong and he just said he was starting to feel sick again and he leaned his head against her shoulder. She held his hand tight and kissed his cheek. They rode in silence to the airport. Once they were on the plane and into their seats Matt sat and thought about everything he had done this weekend and how screwed over he was. Was his life over? Would he ever have a normal life again? Would this blackmail ever end? His head was spinning with all of these questions. His body felt gross from the dirty underwear and he could feel it starting to stick to him as it dried. Melissa looked over at him, kissed him on the cheek, and told him how much she loved him. Matt looked at her, smiled meekly, and told her he loved her too. It would be a very long trip back home for Matt.

To Be Continued………………………………..

Hey guys, it’s been almost five months, been loads busy and have loads of stories to tell in the coming weeks. This story is not from experience its one of my own, and something that I’ve actually always wanted to do in some fashion. This story is one of my fellow readers has asked me to write (James Knoll) and so I’ve decided to treat him to this heart-pounding thriller which pushes the limits on crazy. Here goes.

MILE HIGH CLUB — Sean was reserved 19 year old college freshman at USC who didn’t know what he wanted. He didn’t socialize much but had a long list of girls he had been with, most recently, a girl named Sofia whom he broke up with after high school graduation. Sean was roughly 6″2, weighing in at a lean 180 pounds, black pompadour hair style, with a cut chest, ripped abs, and firm set of muscular arms. He was getting ready to head to New York for Thanksgiving where he would see all of his family in the Hamptons.

Sean was riding in on a Airbus A380 which was actually a moving flight to prepare the airplane for a transatlantic flight, the plane was rather empty for the most part. Out of the over 500 seats, only roughly 250 passengers were on board for the redeye flight.

As his college semester was winding down, he began to question whether or not the opposite sex appealed to him. Every time he’d hit the gym, his eyes would wander from the girls on the elliptical machines to guys on the bench press or doing bicep curls. He would have his burning desire to see these muscular dudes naked as they took off their sweaty shirts and came out of the showers with a towel wrapped around their waists.

He wanted to explore this area so much so he was planning on jerking off to an ESPN The Body issue during the flight in his seat. In fact, barely anyone was nearby him or within a viewing distance of himself. He was on the top deck of the plane towards the back, he had a window seat and a empty seat next to him. Across from him was four middle seats (empty), and the two empty window seats. Behind him there were four sets of lavatories and a mini bar area which was closed on this particular flight.

The nearest person was two rows up, an elderly lady who was immediately knocked out the second the plane took off. The other was a middle-aged man who sat two seats from her in the middle who was listening to his iPod and sleeping on his own plush neck pillow.

Sean popped a wad of gum in his mouth and began chewing.

As I was about to watch some television, one of the flight attendants emerged from behind. Sean could smell his strong cologne, (Acqua di Gio), perforating through his nostrils, it grabbed his attention instantly.

“Would you like a pillow or blanket?” asked the sexy male flight attendant.

Sean was left petrified for a few seconds, processing this gorgeous hunk, who look like he came out of a niche fashion catalog for airline crew. Sean glanced at his name tag which read “James”. James had dirty blond hair, combed high on the top and flat on the sides and back. He had hazel eyes, an amazing Colgate smile, and both of his ears were pierced. His uniform looked on the brink of ripping at the seams, his large arms and shoulders were wrapped firmly by his white dress shirt. His chest wanted to pop out of his shirt and black vest. It made Sean instantly sexually excited at the sight of seeing James that it was almost too much to handle.

“Um, I’m fine for now, thank you!” said a coy Sean who didn’t no what else to say to this beautiful flight attendant.

James departed to other passengers and offered pillows and blankets to them. It was about roughly 20 minutes before James returned back to the area where Sean decided to try again.

“I’ve changed my mind, I would like both a pillow and a blanket thanks.” said Sean who had the table over his crotch to protect the visual of his hardening cock.

“Sure thing” said James who pulled out the last blanket from the trolley, threw it to Sean and parked it right near the mini bar. James then proceeded to sitting down two seats away in the middle set of seats.

Sean was unsure what to make of it as he looked over at James who undid his vest a bit and sat comfortably in his seat. As James took notice of Sean’s wandering eyes he looked at him.

“It’s my break time, for the next two hours, these redeyes are dreadful…..my names James..”

“Sean……..” The two shook hands as they smiled at one another. Sean didn’t know what to say, he was rather a loss for words really, he was taken aback by this sexy flight attendant and only had thoughts that involved shirt ripping.

“So…you look like….

“…like I shouldn’t be a flight attendant?” said James cutting off Sean. “Yeah, its this internship I’m doing, they’ve been sticking me on these redeye flights for the last couple weeks, I got about a few more flights left and then I’m working for the corporate office in the new year.”

“So…how old are you?”

“23…just graduated college a few months ago….man do I miss it, lemme tell you, what about you…..from the looks of the frat medallion, you must be living the life.”

Sean had won a Beer Pong medallion for winning the contest a few weeks back, it was his greatest social accomplishment thus far in college, but he had yet to hook up with any girls, a point that James was elaborating about in detail as he was reminiscing about his recent college days.

“So what has to be the craziest thing you’ve done” James asked me.

I began to delay my response by simply saying ” Uhhhhhh, hmmmmm, I think…” Finally I came up with a lie to keep him interested in the conversation, and awake. “Would have to say, me fucking this sorority chick inside a classroom, during Orientation” I said. “We just banged on the teachers desk like it was a King sized bed.”

“Dude no way, that’s insane, you definitely are crazy son of a bitch…..let me sit next to you..that way you can tell me when to wake up and continue my shift.”

My heart pounding faster, my dick wanted to come out of my pants and spring out in full glory. It worried me James’ intention was to sleep but wanted my hardest to try and keep the conversation going.

“Don’t you have standards, I don’t think you’re allowed to do this, sit with passengers and all” I said.

“Haha, I’m actually an extra flight attendant, they’ve got all the other ones taking care of passengers, I’m just shall we say an assistant, anyways, I’ve been dying to have a normal conversation with somebody other than being a slave and a fucking robot.”

“Understandable, but you got to admit, traveling around, jet setting, this is one hell of an internship.”

“Yep, it is one hell of a job, certainly had to pull some strings to get it, gotta love my pops being friends with the corporate hotshots, the perks of being a caddie for one of their golf negotiating deals.”

As we both watched a little television, flipping through channels and judging ladies on a Miss Universe pageant rerun, James began to fall asleep on my shoulder. His last words were, “wake me in 2” as in two hours which kept me awake as his personal alarm clock. Sean couldn’t turn him down, he felt he needed to comply with the guy who was making his dick erect for the better part of the last half hour.

Sean was fighting off the feeling to sleep, wanting desperately to obey James but his eyes kept closing and closing, and shut.

Sean’s thoughts: Suddenly, I opened them up, I wasn’t aware of how much time had passed, I glanced at James’ Rolex watch and it had only been a few minutes. Sean then began to notice a massive bulge forming in James’ slacks. Sean’s heart pounded every so rapidly, wanting to dearly to grab it if only for the only thing he’d get to do. With his head still on his shoulder and no one around him, Sean took the initiative to do what he wanted.

He took a handful of deep breaths, and moved his shoulder a bit to measure how deep James was in sleep and it was clearly very deep. Sean began reaching for James’ groin area, he massaged his thigh ever so subtly up and down whilst glaring at his eyes to make sure he was still sleeping. Gulp after gulp, his heart was aching with suspense, his hands began to sweat a little and then shake as he reached for the bulge.

“Ahhhhhh” Sean exhaled as he had made contact. He grabbed hold of the fabric of his slacks, hiding a enormous boner underneath. Sean began to grab it tighter and move it up and down. Sean’s exhales were more pronounced and his next step was to unzip it. Sean moved his hand faintly upwards and struggled as he looked for a grip on the zipper.

Sean took another deep breath and slowly unzipped James’ slacks all the way. He then glanced around to make sure the general area was clear before making his next move. Sean began to move his fingers inside. He had to fight the weight of James’ head, the arm rest, and now tight briefs. Sean slammed his head back against his headrest in disappointment as he now had to question what he was doing. Practically sexually assaulting a flight attendant next to him and still hasn’t been able to pull his dick out. Sean shook it off and used his thumb underneath to lower the briefs down below his dick.

It was a game of underwear gymnastics, trying to pull the briefs below his throbbing cock, inch by inch for what felt like five minutes. And then….success. James’ huge uncut cock popped out of his slacks. Sean’s stomach began to recoil back and forth, his breathing, loud and fast. He gulped as he pulled his hand out and saw his cock in all its glory.

What feeling Sean felt when he saw large set tits and ladies ass were temporarily replaced by the sight of James’ cock which was vascular, thick, and roughly 8 inches.

Sean gathered himself once more and prepared to grab hold of it, this time for real. He surveyed the area around him once more and closed his eyes. He placed his hand around the base of his cock and held a firm grip. With his left hand, he began to unzip himself and simultaneously jerk the both of them off. He was in way over his head but he didn’t care, with reckless abandon he was doing the unthinkable, so much so he could have gone to jail, or worse.

Suddenly, Sean saw a shadow from the stairwell behind them that led to the lower deck. He scrambled quickly, grabbing the blanket James gave to him and putting it over his hand around James’ cock. In the process, my movements were enough to wake up James, with my hand still around his cock.

His heart dropped, he promptly looked out the window, and pretended to be asleep. The shadow was a fellow flight attendant, a middle-aged lady, who simply asked James if he was enjoying his break and that he had 90 minutes left. As she left, James elbowed Sean violently as he grabbed his hand and slammed it against the seat ahead of it.

“What the fuck, are you doing, you fucking faggot” whispered James who began to fix himself up. “You some sort of prospect pedophile, this is……..is….I can’t believe what you were doing.”

Sean was speechless, he knew he was doing something really crazy and it turned out to be a disaster. James immediately got up and walked away, heading towards the front. Sean was frustrated with himself and questioned his actions, what was he doing, this wasn’t in his nature, or was it a sleeping giant all along.

About ten minutes passed. Sean was still a bit frozen from what he had done and what occurred. A million thoughts raced through his mind, among those, was James informing other crew about what he had done, would he be arrested upon arrival, fuck, fuck fuck, thought Sean.

All of a sudden, James emerged again and hovered next to his seat and glanced up ahead. My heart dropped as I thought he had told the crew what I had done and they were getting ready to cuff me or something, Sean thought. But James promptly sat down next to him and began snickering a bit.

“I had always been intrigued by what it would have felt to rub dick heads and 69 with my frat brothers, was one thing I never crossed off my college bucket list. But one thing I’ve never done….join the Mile High Club….and even though you creeped me out just now, curiosity is always to be explored. I um…sorry for what I said by the way.”

“Uh…yeah…I’m sorry for what I did….I just was… I don’t know….

James smiled. “I would have done the same thing if a hot chick sat next to me with a skirt, and slept on my shoulder, I will admit, it felt real good your grip, I’ve had handjobs but man your grip was unlike anything I’ve ever felt.”

Sean smiled back. “Yeah I uh……guess you can say I’m a seasoned veteran”

James leaned forward and kissed Sean. James put his hand behind Sean’s head and the two were swapping spit and sticking their tongues in each other’s mouths. James reached for Sean’s pants and began undoing them.

“Wait….wait…here in the view of practically anyone?” Sean asked.

“Just the foreplay, besides, where is the thrill in taking in the restroom, you apparently had no reservations about grabbing my cock.”

“True”

The pair resumed kissing passionately. James reached inside Sean’s jeans grabbing his throbbing cock outside of his boxers. Sean helped James get it out and it sprung out in seconds. Sean had a 7.5 inch uncut cock that was ready to get devoured. James glared into Sean’s eyes and without a moments noticed pounded on his erect dick.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh fuck” said Sean who held James’ head down, as he choked a bit on his cock. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I tilted it upwards. I massaged James’ head with both my hands, holding him down as he gave me a glorious blowjob. James emerged after a few minutes down under.

“Not so bad” James said with a smile, wiping his lips of some spit. “Take off your shirt”

“Right here? You’re insane.” Sean said.

“Everyone is a sleep, curtains are closed up ahead, what have you got to loose?” James responded with a wink.

Sean didn’t hesitate, he lifted up his shirt up and removed it as James undid his vest and dress shirt. He pulled the dress shirt out of his slacks and took it off, leaving his black wife-beater on as he threw his clothes on the row in front of em. The pair kissed passionately as James pulled back to ask a question. “Do you trust me?”

“You are the flight attendant, and we are on a plane, I guess I have to.” Sean said. James grabbed Sean’s hand and guided him to the middle row. James pulled every single arm rest up and made a bed of sorts for the both of em.

“Now this is what the Mile High Club is all about” James said as he laid down first. “Come quick Sean”

Sean immediately went over and laid on top of James. The two smiled at one another. “This is fucking crazy, really fucking crazy.” said Sean.

James proceeded to remove his tank top and throw back at their seats. Sean was mesmorized by James’ muscular body. His boulder shoulders, thick traps, bulging biceps, mountainous pecs, and a six pack that was a hard as a rock. Sean kissed James again, but this time he went lower. Kissing his neck and then his chest, licking each of his nipples like if they had whipped cream on them. He guided his tongue around his stomach and ripped six pack and then decided to push the limits even further.

“69?” Sean asked.

“Oh man, this is really getting crazy, actually, lets go inside the rooms, and get louder.” James said. The two of em grabbed their clothes and went inside the lavatory to continue having sex. Almost immediately, James undid his pants and took off his shoes. Sean followed suit, removing his jeans, socks, shoes, and leaving only his boxers on. The pair began giggling as they struggled in little space to do so but quickly turned serious as they began kissing. James then pulled out a surprise, a bottle of Jack Daniel’s Tennesse whiskey from the mini bar.

“No way, you actually took it” said Sean as James unscrewed the top off and let it fall to the ground.

“You mustn’t be afraid to dream a little bigger, babe. Bottoms up” said James as he gulped down some of the whiskey. Sean took it and did the same, by then both had consumed half the bottle. James began challenging Sean as to who took the longest chug. The two took a few turns finishing the bottle whole and throwing it on the sink.

“I guess I win” said James. “Now I know why you won beer pong, you have zilch experience chugging.”

James took a glance at his watch. “We got about an hour, let’s make it count……go down bitch.”

Sean wanted this moment to be memorable so he immediately kissed James, slamming him against the wall and licking every inch of his muscular body. Sean practically soaked James with all the tongue action right as he slid of James’ briefs with his teeth.

James’ cock popped right out as Sean glared straight into his eyes as in took his dick whole into his mouth. Sean had practiced this movement with bananas occasionally, just wondering whether he actually liked the real thing, and if this moment would come. James held Sean’s head at bay with his mighty hands, massaging his head like a machine.

“Give it to me Sean…….fuck yeah…..swallow that cock………………ahhhhhhhhh….fuck yeah……….”

Sean was gagging throughout but he didn’t stop, he was relentless, wanting to please James as much as possible. James then took Sean off him and pulled him up for another passionate kiss before telling him to go the narrow space on the floor for the 69.

The space was scarce, probably a 4×8 walking space with a window view, it was just enough for a mobile honeymoon suite.

The pair were on their sides, sticking their faces into each other’s crotches. James worked his tongue around cock with a smile; he handled it like a pro as he held it and devoured it inch by inch. James managed to deep throat his cock without a gage. Sean continued his gags trying his hardest to go lower and lower on James’ 8 inch family jewel. Sean played with James’ foreskin, sticking his tongue inside and around it, spitting and playing some more.

James’ face turned tomato red as he kept a stable position around Sean’s cock, deep throating it for over a minute and then exhaling with relief and smile as Sean pulled up as well.

“I love this internship” said James.

“I can’t believe this is happening” said Sean.

“So how about it? You up for it, you know……a fuck?” asked James.

Sean paused for a second, wanting to find a way they could both manage to pull this off.

“Depends, we both get a crack?”

“Ahhh shoot, come on…………………….alright… I go first.”

James stood up giving a hand to Sean who stood up. Sean kissed James again, this time dry humping him in the process. Sean’s dick was at its utter peak and he so desperately couldn’t wait to stuff his cock into a virgin hole. But his turn had to wait, instead, James turned Sean over who was facing a mirror with the sink underneath him. James was preparing to go in dry, quite the difficult task but his cock was already lubbed up with blowjob Sean gave.

“Ready?” said James.

“oh my gosh” responded Sean at the first instance of contact. James’ cock eased inside his ass. Sean tried his hardest to withstand the pain by not yelling or shouting.

“Fuck……fuck…………..Damn……ahhhhhhhhhhhhh…..arrrrrggghhhooo”

“Yeah, fuck yeah, my bitch……yeah…..tell me you want it harder….tell me don’t stop!”

“Yeah…………fuck me…….hard…………..harder………….can’t feel …….it……..harder!”

“Ahhhhhhhh………yeah…….so tight, fuck yes, I’ve missed out on tight ass………long time coming.”

“Yea………yes……………………………fuck…..”

Sean was beginning to settle in, and get used to the pounding. Moderate sweat accumulated both guys, as the fucking continued for another 20 minutes.

“Oohhhhhhh……yeah…………you’ve got……10 minutes…..”

James pulled out and held his hands against the wall right above the lavatory window and toilet. Sean smiled in relief and promptly kneed in front of James’ ass. He opened it up and with a wide mouth and a dripping tongue he dove right in.

“Motherfucker! Fuck……….oh my gosh………..god damn it…………………oh geezus……that feels amazing……” said James like a stoned tone. “Eat that shit…..take it”

Sean stuck his tongue inside James’ asshole, and rimmed his tongue around. He held on to his on dick, jerking off and but keeping himself in check for the big moment. Sean stood up, nerves started settling in and he began shaking uncontrollably as he closed his eyes and position his cock right at the base of the hole.

“Fuuuuuuucccckkkkkkkkkkk” whispered James’ loudly. “Ohhhhhhh shit………….man……….fuck me….fuck…….harder Sean………come on…….fuck me like you mean business……….damn…………….what is this feeling?”

Sean had a smirk on his face, enjoying every bit of this, he closed his eyes and upped the pressure on his pounding. Sean proceeded to grab James’ dick with his hands and jerk him off.

“Ahhh man………….you fucking beast………shit……..handle that cock…..come on work it.”

Sean kept quiet, letting James be the voice of the moment, so he could remember it more. Sweat dripped from Sean’s muscular chest, down his abs and around his groin as the pounding went on. James’ back was moist with unpretentious drops of sweat scattered about.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh………..you’re getting close………………its biting…………….oh…..its coming……….fuck……fuck”

At the same time, Sean was getting ready to ignite, he didn’t know whether pull or not but decided as a rookie he was to stay.

“Arhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck…………….fuck…….fuck yeah” said Sean.

“Ahhh ahhhhh ahhhhhh……yeah baby………..oh yes……..shes a beauty……my old faithful” said James.

Cum littered the toilet seat and inside the bowl. Sean came inside James’ ass as some of it began to seep out.

“You son of a bitch, you really couldn’t wait could you? I was actually thinking about licking it off ya, but….”

Sean put his hands up, ‘my bad”

The two began to clean the area a bit and dress right back up. Just as the two were getting ready to put on their shirts, Sean leaned into James for another kiss. James obliged, this time this kiss was more relaxed. The two stuck their tongues into each others mouths, albeit more controlled, like a couple.

“I……loved this…….I kinda loved you” said Sean.

James smiled.

“Now, now lets not get carried away” said James as he put his dress shirt on and adjusted the collar. “But who am I kidding……that was the craziest and most daredevil thing ive ever done. We did it, we are in the Mile High Club”

“Yeah…….its cool to say that and think this.”

“Anyways, stay here when I leave first, I’m going to get you a bottle of rum, a tiny one from the mini bar and this pain reliever we got, should help ease the pain after the flight” said James who adjusted his cuff and put on his vest.

Sean grabbed James once more for yet another kiss. James put his hand on Sean’s cheek and playfully slammed him against the wall. “I could go all night…..but duty calls, stay here.” James winked at Sean as he shut the door.

Sean stayed in the lavatory for a few more minutes before James came right back.

“Here…………………Here………………………………Here……. (echoes)

Sean wakes up startled, slight turbulence does the trick; he looks around and sees he is in first class. His eyes begin to flicker open and a female flight attendant approaches Sean.

“Would you like a cold towel, sir? “

Sean takes the towel and places it over his face, he looks up to see James who is sorting out towels in the station area. Suddenly he picks up the phone and begins to speak.

“We’ll be landing in New York in about fifteen minutes; weather looks exceptional, clear skies and 65 degrees. Make sure your seat belts are fastened and treys are in upright position. We want to thank you for flying with our airline.”

Sean looks out the window and begins to see water replaced with land, and a skyline ahead. Sean begins to question his night, was it a dream, or was it all real? Dreams feel so life like while we are in them that it’s only when we’ve woken up that we realize something was actually strange.

After landing, Sean grabbed his bags from the overhead compartment; suddenly he was helped by James who placed his hands on top of Sean’s to help him pull the heavy luggage down. Sean felt James’ muscular body from behind, dick began to spring up but Sean immediately placed the dufflebag near his crotch to cover it.

James continues helping other passengers, upon leaving the cabin, James at the door, winks at Sean who throws out a folded piece of paper on the entryway of the jetway. Sean picks it up and looks back, however James does not look back, and when he undoes it, it ends up being a gum wrapper. He shakes his head in disappointment.

Sean continues to question the validity of last night, did he actually fuck the flight attendant or did he want it so much that he dreamt it up. Sean heads to the arrivals hall, he receives a text that his parents have been busy preparing for the weekend ahead and to grab a taxi to the Hamptons, that they will pay for it when he gets there.

He opts to keep the dufflebag with him at his side in order to use it a pillow for the drive there. While pondering the question that kept aching in his head, he decided to pull out gum from a side pocket of the bag. To his surprise it wasn’t there, instead a note which was a folded airline branded stick-it note.

“Thanks for the pack of gum, I hope you enjoyed the upgrade to first class, it was the least I could do after last night. I never knew I could enjoy what we did, so much, that sex and on top of it risk my job doing so. If you want, it would mean a lot to me if we met once again, I’m staying in the city a few days before my next flight to Brussels. I’m staying at the W Hotel in downtown (cool corner room), ask for me 😉 around noon.”

“Uh, changed my mind, take me to the city, I’ve got some business to attend to.”

Taxi deviates from route, Sean begins grabbing his throbbing cock as he looks at the window, his whispers. “Oh yeah, it’s real.”

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“First off let me say this, I have never with my knowledge as sex with a young man that was not of consentual age, and knew what he was doing.”

The year was 2006 I had met a very handsome young college graduate, at the college I had attended, we began a torrid sexual love affair that lasted a several years.

We had just enjoyed at least two hours of passionate fucking and cock sucking, draining each other of not only our semen but every ounce of energy.

I knew of no one that could relieve me of every ounce of energy and get me aroused like Jason Ketterling, my lover.

Jason and I had shared an apartment with Jason now for two years, I thought we were awesomely happy with each other.

As we lay there still panting from the sex, Jason lay back as I rubbed around on his chest and stomach still playing with his half swollen spent cock.

“Ken, I need to tell you something, AHH! UHM!!! I really don’t know how to say this, but, You know I love you tremendously, but I need to be upfront and truthful with you,” He looked a little sad, and quite puzzeled.

“What it is Jason?” I asked.

“well theres no easy way to tell you, but I have been seeing someone else,”

he said.

“Well Jason, I can handle that!” I said.

“No you don’t understand It’s a woman, and I think I’m in love with her and she thinks she’s pregnant and I want to marry her.” Jason said.

I was speechless as I lay there in shock and emotional hurt.

I got up and went to the kitchen still naked as a neworn.

I turned around and there stood the most gorgeous man I had ever know, a guy I had given my heart to.

“Well all I can say is you have my blessing, Its a crushing blow but I’ll get on with my life.” I said.

I went up to my room and locked the door behind me. I never said another word to Jason, and although he wanted me to come to the wedding I couldn’t. I sent a card with some cash, but I just couldn’t go, I tried to be as gracious as I could.

I decided to move to another location due to the fact that there were so many memories around the apartment.

I bought a small house, in the suburbs, it was a 2 bedroom, 1 and a half baths, full basement, living room, family room, kitchen, dining room and two car garage home, I used some money that my father had left me when he was killed on a motorcycle accident about seven years ago.

I didn’t speak to Jason after that.

I got settled in and got my house and yard looking like I wanted them, Oh yeah! I would pick up a guy at a bar or nice lounge every so often, and bring them home for a night or weekend of sucking and fucking but it just was not as fullfilling and satisfying as it was with Jason, Just something to fill in the gap so to speak.

I had lived there about a year when a young lady with a young son, moved in the empty house across the street.

I was working on a flower bed in the front yard in the hot weather, I was wearing these sort of loose fitting shorts, no underwear, and I was on my knees, I heard this young voice, “Hi, I’m Kevin, I live across the street, today is my birthday I’m eighteen, I was taken by surprise by this but I turned around to see, this rather quite handsome looking young man, looked to be only about 16, I said, “Hi there I’m Ken, Glad to meet you Kevin.”

I realized that Kevin was a little maybe not slow acting, but either he was one of those extreemly smart dudes that is almost retarded acting or, he was retarted or at least a sandwich shy of a picnic. Any way he was friggen adoreable, very handsome, and as good looking as he could be.

I smiled at Kevin and he just blatently said, “Wow Ken, you’ve got big balls,” I was shocked to say the least as I smiled at this kid and realized my nuts were hanging down in my shorts and evidently visible from the back.

“Hey thats cool, my uncle Jimmy says, I’m abnormal.” so does my Grandpa.” he said.

“ABNORMAL, What does that mean?”

“You know, down there like your big nuts, I’m abnormal,” Kevin pointed to his package, ‘Would you like to see?”

With that kind of statement and concerning what he was talking about,I can’t say I wasn’t a little bit curious, “Just how old ared you Kevin,” I asked.

“I’m eighteen, he said. today, is my birthday”

“Well so your abnormal down there,” I asked.

“Did you show your Uncle and Grandpa? ” I asked.

“Yeah, at thirteen my pecker was bigger than my Uncle’s ”

“Your shitting me!” Was my response, and being the conisour of cock that I am I was getting hightly interested.

“O.K. just follow me,” I said as I walked around to the back yard and into the garage, “Lets have a look,” I said.

It was a funny feeling, here was a kid who wanted to show me what he was told was an abnormal cock.”

I thought maybe it was deformed or twisted or who knows.

Kevin turned around and I stood there and watched as he began slipping down his shorts and boxers, I almost swallowed my tongue as I looked at this little dude about 5’6″ kid very normal, but almost nerdish looking young man,and a huge smile on his face, as he slipped his shorts down, “Holy Fuck, they weren’t kidding,” was all I could say.

“Have you ever measured it Kevin?” I asked,

young Kevin said no, not really, I grabbed a measuring tape and I told him to come over to me.

Kevin smiled as I took the take and measured it around, it was bigger soft than mine is hard, as I touched it, I began to swell, “Sorry it gets that way when someone touches it.” he said.

I was astounded to see this fire hose that was almost as thick as my wrist and long as his forearm, it measured eleven plus inches long, and almost six and a half inches around, gorgeous head, beautifully cut, with a beautiful shaft, It was just longing to be caressed and sucked and made love too.

“Kevin, Have you ever had someone touch it and maybe stroke it for you?” I asked.

“Well, yeah my uncle use to like to suck it for me, but he wouldn’t let me cum when he did, I would have to stroke it off after he left.

“That won’t happen with me,” I said as I leaned over and took Kevin’s swollen cock into my mouth, it was just too fucking big to get all in my mouth but I knew that before I quit in the next few months I was gonna keep trying I would accomplish taking it full length in my throat. It only took Kevin a few minutes and I felt that cock begin to spasm and Kevin started jerking almost squeeling as he filled my mouth with his young seed, I hadn’t tasted anything that fresh and delicious in quite a while.

“Kevin acted like he had had a epilectic fit or something, he just stood there smiling and looking at me and saying “WOW! that was fantastic.

You think we could do that again sometime?” he said.

“Hey Kevin, anytime you need it come on over, I loved it, and by the way, “Yes! you are abnormal, very abnormal, but in a wonderful way, don’t ever be put down with being that big, almost every guy I know wishes he was abnormal like that.” I said.

It seemed Kevin was more abnormal than I had first thought, he was coming over for a suck job almost every day or every other day, he couldn’t be drained of all his cum. But truthfully I didn’t mind at all, not at all.

It was only a matter of time when I asked his Mom if he could go camping with me. She was so kind and accomodating, she thought it good that Kevin had some adult male figure in his life, so it was Friday afternoon and we were heading for the southern part of the state, going fishing, swimming, boating and of course enjoying each other in the sexual arena.

We got to the camp area, it was ours alone, next to the lake.

We got settled in an we roasted hot dogs over the fire and then went for a moonlight skinny dip in the lake it was awesome, then we sat around the campfire naked and told Ghost stories and It was so sweet to see how loving and kind and adoreable Kevin was, I was starting to feel for him like I had about Jason. but he was so much younger.

That night I got to break him in to the art of Fucking, My asshole had never been that stretched.

All in all the campout was a wonderful bonding experience for me and Kevin.

We were in an almost full blown affair.

it had gone on for amost two years He was now 19 and I was 31.

We were setting in the living room, sorta loving around on each other when the door bell rang.

I had no idea who it might be.

I opened the door and almost had a heart attack, there in front of my face stood Jason.

He looked beaten down and almost like a whipped puppy.

I felt rather sorry for Jason, I asked him in.

“I guess you wonder why I’m here,” he asked.

“I’m just waiting,” I said.

“Well I thought Marrying that bitch would take care of all my problems but She is absolutely crazy, and that time we had sex and she got pregnant was just about the last time we had sex.” he said.

“And that affects me HOW?” I asked.

“You dumped me for her,” I said.

“Jason looked up at me almost at the point of crying, “And I have regretted it ever since.” he said, very sad, almost like he could cry. Can you ever forgive me, I have missed you more that you can imagine.”

“I introduced Jason to Kevin and Kevin just smiled at me and said. “Well Ken, you know, to ere is human, but to forgive is Divine.” he said with a smile looking at Jason.

Well Jason had left Denise (the Bitch), she miscarried the baby and Jason was out in the cold so to speak.

Jason spent the night and it turned into a very interesting night, I got to set aside and watch Kevin slide that hugh cock to the balls into Jasons sweet asshole, a place I had felt my cock in many times, and Jason gasped for air. I just sat there watching as it took place, and I blew my load just enjoying the scene as Kevin unloaded a huge load of young nut cream into Jasons stretched asshole.By the time Kevin was done, Jason was gasping for breath. Well thats enough to wet your whistle…

More to come in part #2, From Ken, Jason, and Abnormal Kevin. life is good… Ciao

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Josh sprang up. “Dad, I can explain.”

I couldn’t help but smile. ” No need, I suppose me and Colt probably should have called first.”

He was turning bright pink. “Dad, I don’t know what to say- Hey what happened to your forehead?”

“Um, I walked into a door.” I said, It wasn’t a complete lie. I had gotten attacked with a door.

“ohh, umm if you say so. Noah, you should probably go.” He said looking at the floor.

Noah got up all worried and slung his shirt on and rushed past me like a bolt of lightning.

I sat on the couch next to Josh and Colt got on the other side.

Josh got all freaked out, “Dad, Please let me explain, I know how this must look but, I wasn’t gonn-“

I looked him straight in the face. “Son, It is completely alright, it is perfectly normal to experiment at your age.”

“I know dad, but I wasn’t going to have sex with him, we were just watching TV and this sex scene came on and they were just kissing and I just looked over at him and he was looking at me, and I never noticed how blonde his hair was, or how his eyes are just such a pretty shade of blue. I mean I knew they were but the way he looked at me at that moment, I don’t know what I am trying to say. I couldn’t help myself I just kissed him. I didn’t even think he was gay, I just had to see what his lips tasted like.”

Colt just turned to me and smiled. “Oh to be young and in love.” He said with a hefty laugh.

Josh jumped up. “I don’t love him.”

Colt laughed “Fine, young horny lust.”

Josh just got this slightly pissed look like ‘really.’

I couldn’t help but laugh like a hyena, “Give him a break Colt, I mean between Noah giving him blue balls, and us the boy is probably one crude joke from jumping.” I said still giggling.

“Ugh” Josh sighed vigorously, “Knock it off you guys, I really like him, he is nice to me.”

“Well of course, People are always nice when they are attempting to get you into bed.” Colt said as he nudged Josh.

Josh got up. “Colt, Noah isn’t like that, he respects me. He actually kind of reminds me of you, he is strong and protective of me, yet gentle and sweet to me. So please don’t make fun of him.” He said somewhat upset.

I got up and hugged Josh, I knew that feeling, the poor boy was actually falling for this boy. It made my stomach hurt thinking about Josh being so grown.

“Dad?” Josh said as I held him tight.

“Son, I love you. Colt and I will drop it. I hope that he is just as wonderful as you think he is.” I said looking at him.

I really liked Noah, but now things were different, he was involved with my son, and that put me at a differing stance with him. I couldn’t admit to myself but I was afraid of this boy, he wasn’t like the girls Josh had dated before, this one was different this one had a chance to actually take Josh from me. The very thought shook me to my core.

“Jeremy, you okay?” Asked Colt as I realized I was staring at the wall lost in thought.

I quickly brushed it aside. “Yeah, Just a bit tired I suppose.” I said as I went to get a drink.

He came up behind me and put his hands on my shoulders and leaned in “I am sorry, I didn’t mean to wear you out last night.” He whispered as he began to slowly kiss my neck.

The door opened, I heard Noah and Josh come in. They were talking about the basketball game I will assume they had just finished playing. I heard Josh say something like “I am going to take a shower, you can chill in my room if you want.”

I turned around as josh walked up stairs, “Noah.” I said as I walked into the living room where he was standing.

“Yes, Mister Smith?” He smiled.

“Sit down, we need to have a talk.” I scowled.

Sitting down awkwardly he managed to keep the smile. “Yes Sir.” “May I ask what you wish to talk about?”

“It’s about Josh.” I said looking into his eyes.

“If it is about the other night, I am so sorry. I didn’t push him into it though I swear, He kissed me.” He said still shinning from sweat.

“I don’t care about that.” I said as I started losing grip on my thoughts. “I just want you keep Josh safe. I don’t want you to hurt him.” I said as I sat on the coffee table.

“I will, I wouldn’t let anyone hurt him, they will have to go through me before anyone hurts him and I would never hurt him, I care too much about him.” He said quiet confident.

I got off the table and leaned over him till the point where I could see the little green speckles in his eyes. “Swear it, Promise me that if I let you have my son that you will take care of him. He is all I have left in this world, I want you to understand what he means to me. I don’t think I could stand to see him hurt. I love him more than anything else in this world. I would do anything for him. So swear to me on your life that you won’t hurt him.”

He leaned in closer I could hear his breath as it became shallow. “I swear on my life, that I will protect Josh with everything I have.” He then pulled me in close, so close I could smell his skin, and feel his heart beat right next to mine. “Josh means a lot to me also. He really is something special.”

Josh appeared in his boxers over the railing exposing only his upper half, “Umm, Did I interrupt something?” He said looking at us mid-embrace.

“Nah, Your dad just needed a hug was all.” Noah said as he looked up at Josh. They didn’t say much but they just stared into each other’s eyes.

“Dinner is almost ready” Called Colt from the other room.

“What are we having?” Asked Josh.

“Pizza, 15 minutes or less or its free.” Colt called back.

Josh returned down stairs and sat down on the arm of the chair where Noah was sitting.

The phone rang making me almost jump. I picked it up. “Hello, Mister Thompson?”

I handed Colt the phone, “it is for you.”

He answered it. He got really tense as he turned and spoke into the phone. “Yes Sir. Understood, at six hundred hours, I’ll be there sir.”

He hung the phone up. I looked at him hard. “Colt, what was that about?” I said as he continued to stare at the ground. Without a word, he grabbed me and kissed me. Strong and passionately, maybe just a bit too passionately, as if he was trying to prove something.

As I broke free I uttered “Colt, what has gotten into you?” I asked becoming somewhat concerned.

“They called my squad. I am being deployed next week.” He said almost shaking.

I became very silent. “Colt.” I finally said with no real idea of where my thought was going. This couldn’t happen, I had to stay strong, I told myself as my eyes filled with tears. “Colt, please don’t go.” I begged losing my calm. I began to cry in front of everyone, the hell with my pride. I couldn’t stand the thought of him going back into combat. He held me tightly in his arms for a moment. Then suddenly he arched his back and stood straight. “You are an marine,-“

“An ex-Marine, Colt.” I interrupted.

“Once a Marine always a Marine, so wipe your face soldier there will be no sad faces today! Do you understand?”

I stood straight back almost on instinct alone and wiped my face and saluted him. “Yes, Captain Sir.” I responded still sobbing a bit.

Noah just looked at us like he was watching a movie. Never saying a word but watching carefully like he was studying what he should do in this situation. Josh sat on the arm of the chair Noah was in. Noah looked up at Josh. “Josh, there is something I have been trying to find the courage to say.”

Josh got a slightly worried look. “What is it?”

“It would be easier just to show you than tell you.” He said pulling out a letter from his back pocket.

Josh began to read and covered his mouth, after being what I can only assume is about halfway done with the letter he threw it to the floor. “You, You are leaving for the army, you joined the army and didn’t even bother to tell me. You know how much I hate the army, all they do is ruin lives.”

“Josh, I have been trying to tell you for weeks now, I just didn’t know how to say.” He said pleading with Josh seeing how upset he was.

Josh suddenly slapped Noah, “Save it, I don’t want to hear your excuses. You promised me you wouldn’t leave me. You liar, I don’t have anything left to say to you. Just get the hell out.” Josh screamed as he ran up the stairs.

Noah touched his already reddening face. He got up and headed for the door.

“Noah. Sit.” I commanded.

He turned to me his eyes were filled with tears too. He sat down on the couch and looked at the ground.

I could feel the heat from my body of anger, but I could also feel the pain that he must have been experiencing. “Noah, if you were going to do something so reckless, why would you not tell Josh? Why would you spring it on him like this? I mean could you have even picked a worse time to give him this news? Can you imagine what he must be feeling? Why would you even join the army?”

He looked up. “I know it hurt Josh and I am sorry, I know he is feeling alone and angry right now, and hurt that I didn’t have enough decency to tell him. I just wanted to protect him, I just wanted to be like Colt is to you. I wanted to be his hero. I love this nation and I lov- like Josh an awful lot. I know it doesn’t make it right but I am going because it feels like the right thing to do.” He said with a passion that I could now see glowing in those eyes.

I reluctantly walked over there and hugged him. “You have my blessing.” With that I stood straight up and saluted him.

Colt called from behind me. “Soldier,”

Me and Noah turned around and faced him. Then in unison we replied. “Sir, Yes Sir?”

“Young Blood, I want you to go up there and patch things up with Josh, do you understand?” He said standing directly in front of Noah.

“Sir, Yes Sir.” Noah Said standing straight like a board. He marched up stairs and as he reached the top he turned and said “Thanks guys.”

We just looked up and nodded.

Noah knocked on Josh’s door. “Go Away. I don’t want to talk to anyone right now.” Josh called from inside. “Josh, open up, it’s me, we should at least talk about it.”

“Go away Noah, I don’t want to talk to you.” He yelled from the other side of the wooden door.

“Josh… Don’t make me go down stairs and tell your father about the playboy you have hidden under your mattress.” He threatened.

Josh opened the door. “Go to hell.” He yelled into Noah’s face. Noah grabbed the back of his head and began to kiss him.

Josh pushed him off, “I’m pissed at you, what makes you think I want to kiss you?”

He pulled Josh close and kissed his neck.

“uhh,” Josh moaned. “Not fair, you know what that does to me.”

“I know, I just wanted you to be quiet for a moment so I could talk to you about this reasonably.” Noah responded.

“Fine, you have five minutes.” Josh said pulling away.

“Josh, I know you hate the army because you blame them for your parent’s divorce, but this is something I have always wanted to do. I want to serve my country, I want to make a difference, I want to protect the people I love, people like you.”

Josh looked up. “They are the reason for my parent’s divorce, they took him from my mother, she had a moment of weakness and he wasn’t there to help her because he was too busy ‘defending our country’, if you wanted to defend me, why don’t you stay and protect me?” He said pushing his body against Noah’s.

“Josh, this is something I have to do, please forgive me, I don’t want you to hate me, I want you to wish me luck and just be happy that I love you so much.”

“You love me?” Josh said looking into his eyes.

“I meant like.” He said stuttering.

“But you said love.” Josh replied. Josh pulled him in close and kissed him slowly. “I love you too, and I think that is why I am so scared of losing you, I think I am starting to understand why dad is so scared of Colt going off to war.”

“Your dad respects Colt’s decision to go to war.” Noah said as he stared into Joshes eyes.

“I am not as strong as my dad, he has survived much more than I have. He is stronger than I will ever be.” Josh said staring at the ground.

“You are strong, and when you are at your rope’s end, I’ll hold you. I promise, I want let you hurt, I will protect you with both arms.” Noah said.

They kissed passionately and fell upon the bed. “Take me.” Josh said as they broke kiss. “No, not now, your dad is right down stairs.” Replied Noah.

They got up and came down stairs. Me and Colt were eating some pizza. “How did it go, I said wiping some tomato sauce from the corner of my mouth.

Noah looked at Colt and said, “Mission accomplished, Captain.”

“Good, Sit down and have some of this delicious food , I ordered” Colt commanded.

We ate and all had fun, it was weird but in a good way, it was like one awkward family. Finally we finished eating and Josh and Noah were sitting on the couch just being close and comfortable with each other.

Noah finally got up. “I should probably go.” He said as he started heading for the door.

“Oh, okay… be careful, driving home and during training.” Josh replied.

“I’ll call you every day, I promise.” He said as Josh followed him the door.

They were kissing goodbye. Josh looked at him and said, “I wish you didn’t have to go.”

“Me either, I just want to spend the whole night in your arms.” Noah replied.

I smiled “Noah, why don’t you spend the night, Josh has plenty of room in his bed.”

I didn’t know whether Josh was going to attack me or hug me, he just had this shocked and confused look in his eyes. He stood with that look for a few seconds before he understood what I was trying to do.

“umm, okay, come on Noah.” He said and grabbed but released his hand quickly realizing what he had just accidentally done.

I smiled, and winked at Noah. Noah was overly excited to be going to Josh’s room. I suppose knowing he had my permission to have his way with my son was just overly exciting for him.

Maybe I shouldn’t have offered my son up like a sacrifice to a god, but now wasn’t the time to reflect on that. I was just happy that Josh had some stability in his life, someone he liked and connected too.

I went upstairs with Colt, We messed around, and were midway into sex when we heard someone moan. I smiled at Colt “Guess this either makes me a great father or a shitty one, only time will tell.”

“Hmm, wonder who is the ‘girl’ in the relationship.” Colt said making a crack at what Josh had asked him a while back.

I smiled “well If I had my way with Noah, guy still me.” I said with a chuckle.

He smiled “well why don’t we follow their example, and I’ll show you that experience trumps youth every time.”

With that he began to kiss me again. His body felt amazing pressed against mine; I loved the idea of this man. He was so hot, so good to me; he made me feel complete like I wasn’t trash. That even though I had a past of less than perfect records that maybe I was worth something. I hated to allow myself to think that I was starting to fall for them man. ‘Damn him’ I thought to myself as he held my body against his. His embrace made me feel… whole. I like something I had been missing had suddenly come back to me.

The next day came too quickly, as I tried with everything I had to stretch the moments till he had to leave me for the army. Both Colt and Noah ate breakfast and left the house after many goodbyes and quite a few kisses. To my surprise Josh kissed Colt goodbye. Colt hugged me as he started to leave and whispered into my ear. “I love you, Don’t forget that, just in case I don’t make it back this time I don’t want you to have any doubt about how I feel about you.” I could feel the tears falling but I couldn’t speak. After just holding him for moments, I whispered back. “You come back, and I will say it.”

Author’s Notes: I would like to thank a certain feline for let’s call it “Persuading” me to continue the story. I Hope that you all enjoy it. Thank you for all the support/criticism, you are all great and I love writing for you guys. Thank you so much.

-Dustin…

THE STATS OF THE FOUR PLAYERS TWO YEARS AGO

Aiden was the 22-year-old college senior “gold keeper”. He was the only one of the players that was Gay. He was a hard 170 pounds; 5′ 11″ tall; blond hair; blue eyes; ribbed and chiseled chest, stomach, abs, and thighs; and an 8″ cut cock with low hanging big balls with a thick shaft.

Cade was a 21-year-old college junior playing one of the “attacker” positions. He was a slim 150 pounds; 5′ 10″ tall; dark complexion; short black hair; brown eyes; hard slim chest, stomach and abs; and a smooth thick 7″ cut cock with very tight balls. He was engaged to one of the college co-eds.

Tate was a 20-year-old college sophomore playing one of the “mid-fielder” positions. He came in at 145 pounds; red hair; hazel eyes; 5′ 6″ tall; light complexion; very slim and hard chest, stomach and abs. He sprouted an 8″ uncut cock. He was known as a campus playboy with a different girlfriend each month.

Baxter was at the time a 19-year-old sophomore playing one of the “defender’s positions. He hit the scales at 140 pounds; 5′ 6″ tall; slim muscled chest, stomach and abs; dirty strawberry hair; blue eyes; sexy freckles on his arms and legs; and an unusually large 9” cut cock for his size. He and his girl friend had been dating since their senior year in high school.

THE STORY WAS TOLD IN 2011 BY AIDEN

After winning the collegiate Lacrosse conference tournament, the four of us took the weekend to celebrate the win at my parents summer home at the lake. We stopped by a local super market and purchased a variety of foods and lots of beer.

We got to the lake house around 5 Pm on a Friday. We unloaded the groceries, beer and our suitcases. I started the charcoal in the grill as my buddies prepared the hamburgers and hot dogs along with the other trimmings. As we barbecued, we consumed several cans of beer.

We had changed into our swimming trunks, as we got ready to eat. After dinner, we lounged around on the patio while we drank more beer. Cade issued a challenge to us: “Guys, lets see who can perform the most flips off the diving board before hitting the water in the swimming pool.”

We each took our turn performing several diving techniques. The light weight Baxter won the contest. Then we clowned around in the pool as we dunked each other. No one was feeling any pain as we were all beyond the legal limit for being plowed.

I was feeling so horny playing around with my hot straight teammates. I got up the nerve to swim up behind Tate, who was my college roommate, at our fraternity. I swam up to him and pulled his swimming trunks down and rubbed my fingers across the crack of his ass. In his drunken state, he reciprocated by pulling my trunks off and pretended to hump me from behind.

This action so excited Cade and Baxter that they pulled each others’ trunks down and slapped the other guy’s ass.

The fact that we were all drunk had removed my straight buddies’ inhibitions. Everyone was as horny as hell and in a playful sexy mood.

I took advantage of the situation and made my next move. I pushed Tate up against the side of the pool and inserted my tongue deep into his throat as I began to push my tingling hot crotch and cock up against his swollen cock. He pulled back and sternly said: “What in the hell are you doing? I am not into guys, you fucker.”

“Oh, yea. Then why is your fucking cock hard as a fireplace poker?” I grabbed his cock and started jerking him off. I plunged my tongue back into his wet mouth and pressed hard against his sexy lips. I was so turned on that I could not stop.

His resistance melted away as he began to moan while he took shorter breaths. He managed to remove my tongue from his throat and he said: “Oh, roomy, we should not be doing this. But your hand feels so good on my cock.”

Cade and Baxter stopped playing around in the pool as their eyes became fixated on the hot action at the other end of the pool.

I pulled Tate out of the pool and placed him on a towel on his back by the side of the pool. His cock looked like a gigantic sausage swinging back and forth. I could see the bulging veins from his blood filled tool. I had him where I wanted him. He was now helpless due to his lust to get his rocks off. As I started to go down on his huge manhood, he whispered: “Aiden, I hear guys are much better cock suckers than gals because they know how it feels. Lets see if that is true. Suck my cock.

“Tate, you are about to find out how great men are at sucking cock.”

I grabbed the base of his sweaty cock, stuck a finger into his ass and began swirling my tongue around the head of his now leaking cock. Tate began to moan and pushed his ass up to meet my sloppy hot mouth. He was now like clay in my hands. His cock had surrendered to my eager mouth.

Soon I noticed that Cade and Baxter were standing near by with monstrous cocks staring at us. Watching their first close up Gay sex had mesmerized them. I wanted to put on a great show that would turned them on so they could not resist joining the action.

I used all my experience and skills as I began deep throat plunges down Tate’s cock to the shaft. I fiercely bobbed up and down Tate’s red-hot cock as he moaned, took shorter breaths and grunted like a primitive animal. His feet were up on my shoulders giving me easy access to both his cock and a finger up his ass. I wildly sucked his cock and plunged my finger into his ass tunnel.

“Oh, Hell, Oh Fuck, Aiden, it is true. Men know how to suck cock. No woman has ever come close to sucking me like this. Oh, suck me, yea, oh suck my cock. Please do not stop. It feel so good.”

I could see that Cade and Baxter had gotten even harder. They had gotten very curious and horny.

In their drunken state and hearing these words from Tate, Cade and Baxter were consumed with lust. Baxter placed Cade in one of the pool lounge chairs, got on his knees in front of Cade, put Cade’s legs on his broad shoulders and began kissing the head of Cade’s leaking rock hard cock. He paused, unsure of himself when Cade said: “Baxter, suck my cock. I am so horny. Your mouth on my cock head feels so great. Deep throat me. Swallow all my cock, please.”

With this encouragement, Baxter began to slowly swallow inch-by-inch this monstrous hot large vainly hard cock. Soon he was sucking Cade’s cock like a Gay pro.

“OMG, Baxter, I love your mouth on my cock. It feels so good. No one has ever made me so hot with a blowjob. Oh, Fuck, Oh Shit, Oh Man, it feels so great. Suck me baby, suck me, give it to me.”

We both sucked our buddies’ cocks for at last 8 minutes and only stopped when they weer near a climax. We changed positions. Tate placed me on the towel and began coming down on my aching cock while Cade took Baxter’s horse cock down his throat. The air was filled with sexy animal noises of grunts, moans and short breaths. Tate and Cade caught on to the cock sucking techniques quickly. They bobbed up and down on our cocks with greater and greater speed. After about 7 minutes, we had them stop as we were near coming.

At this point, I lost control of the sex party. The guys huddled and whispered about some plan they had. They approached me. Tate and Cade grabbed my legs while Baxter took my head and shoulders as they carried me into my bedroom. They placed me on the bed on my back. They took turns sucking my cock while one of the other guys stuck his cock down my throat and the third guy sucked my nipples or rimmed my ass. They rotated over and over driving me crazy. I had never been more horny or turned on. These drunken straight guys had their way with their first Gay guy sex. It had turned into a wild sex orgy.

I tasted the precum of all the three guys. They decided to make me suck all three guys cocks. WOW, the taste and smell was great. They informed me what was next.

Baxter spoke for the guys and said: “Well, Aiden, you started this whole Gay orgy and took advantage of our drunken condition. You are going to be our bitch. You are a horny slut.”

“OMG, WOW, I am ready to be your bitch, what are you going to do to me?”

Tate discovered one of my large dildos. They all spit on it and then they took turns driving this huge dildo deep into my ass. While one of the guys drilled my ass with the dildo, the other two guys sucked on each side of my cock and took turns swallowing my cock. The head of my cock was now purple from all the sucking and my balls had turned blue.

They then turned me on my stomach on the bed, placed a pillow under my crotch and cock to lift my ass high in the air. They lubed my ass, lubed their cocks and drew numbers to see what order they would go in fucking me. Cade got the first chance. He spread my legs far apart, fingered my ass and slowly inserted his big cock all the way into the guts of my ass. I could feel his cock rub against my prostate and the walls of my slick ass. He became wild pounding my ass for about 4 minutes when he suddenly yelled: “OMG, Oh, Fuck, I am coming. I am coming.” He dumped a huge load in my guts. I counted six major blasts.

My roommate Tate had the second number. I could hardly wait to be fucked by my roomy. Maybe he would like my ass so much that he would want to fuck me back at the fraternity. He was so turned on that he plunged all the way in my cum filled ass with one thrust. He drilled me as he moaned loudly. He only lasted with about five thrusts when he yelled: “OMG, Oh Fuck, I am coming.” He dumped a huge load in my ass. I counted six blasts.

It was now time to receive the giant 9″ cock from Baxter. He wasted no time entering my bruised cum filled ass with his steel hot rod. With the previously deposited cum in my ass, it greased my tunnel for Baxter to slide in and out without any resistance. The feel of the wet cum on his cock drove him wild as he fucked me with a great force that I had never experienced before. He used his strong hips and thighs to pound me. He had great staying power unlike the other guys. He fucked me for at least 15 minutes. He reached down and kissed my neck, turned my head around and kissed me on my mouth. Finally, he erupted with a huge load into my cum filled ass.

They carried me to the showers and we all showered as we took turns kissing each other.

When we were finished, they made me pledge to never tell anyone about this orgy. I promised.

THE END

My series of tests and interviews ended the day after my epic sexual tournament with Ian McCluskie; from which I had needed twenty-four hours to fully recover. Fortunately I was not about to leave Scotland immediately. I had never been to Edinburgh before and had tacked two days of leave onto my two and a half days of interviews etc. I planned to visit the main museums and art galleries, buy a few presents for my family and, if further adventures befell me, so be it. They did.

I was in my hotel room writing a few postcards to friends and family when Reception rang me. A Sergeant Dakin was downstairs on important business and needed to see me. This was a surprise: I was expecting no-one. I was now on leave for forty-eight hours. My immediate thought was that the GOC, who had been chairing the Board that I had attended, had decided not to appoint me and was, out of courtesy, letting me know, by hand of Sergeant Dakin, as soon as he could. He had in fact decided exactly that, but I did not learn about his decision until more than a week later, by letter.

“Send him up,” I said and returned to writing postcards. The hotel was rather basic. It did not run to a writing desk, so I was writing at the dressing table, with a mirror in front of me. There was a brisk knock at the door.

“Come in!”

In the mirror I saw the door open and Sergeant Dakin entered. It was Ian’s friend Tam, carrying an attaché case and looking the perfect NCO in plain clothes: blue blazer, fawn trousers, regimental tie and pale blue shirt.

“Hong Kong tailor,” I thought. I knew that Tam, like Ian, was no longer in the Army; strictly speaking, he was no longer Sergeant Dakin. He had used the title to plausibly gain access to me; he could not possibly be the bearer of any official message. He must want to talk to me quite badly, for some non-official reason.

“To what do I owe this pleasure?” I asked.

He grinned and locked the door. “One guess!”

He crossed the room and placed a hand on each of my shoulders. He started to massage them expertly. It felt good. I was wearing an open-necked shirt. One of Tam’s hands slid inside and brushed my nipples. I leant back; he bent over and kissed me full on the mouth. I got up. I was taller than he was. I kissed him again. He was really pleased.

“Ian can be a real bastard,” he said; indistinctly, as my tongue was inside his mouth at the time.

Having been flogged and fucked into submission by ferocious and muscular Ian two days before, even though I had on balance enjoyed it, I agreed. “He’s a very hard man. I’m glad I was never a squaddie serving under him.”

“That’s no’ what I mean. I mean that he doesn’t share. He wanted you all to himself. I hardly got a look in and I’m his – his mucker!

That wasn’t literally true. Tam had been allowed to ride my cock, and I had come inside him, at the end of my sexual rollercoaster with Ian. However I didn’t like to point this out. Tam was not in a receptive mood.

“So now you’ve come for your share of Jimmy? I should be flattered!”

Tam brightened perceptibly. He had a really attractive, ready smile. When he had been younger, with his green eyes, red hair and fresh complexion, he must have been very handsome. Even now, aged perhaps fifty, he was still very fit and well-preserved. Although the red hair was now pepper-and-salt, and worn very short; his face had become sunburnt and freckled; and he was lean, rather than just slim, he still had a handsome, muscular and well-proportioned body and regular, pleasing features.

“Aye well… It’s not just that. You do understand, don’t you? I have needs and they fucking take over. If I get in the mood and I can’t get laid, I’m impossible to live with. I really fancy you and I had to watch Ian fucking you… I can’t tell you what that felt like.”

“Try!”

He shook his head angrily. “I’m no use at words. I need… I want… to fuck with you! Is that so hard to understand? Is it so much to ask?”

Realising that I was behaving exactly like Ian, I teased him. “What exactly would you like to do to me?”

Tam grabbed a tasteless china ornament from the chimneypiece. He threw it violently across the room. It smashed to smithereens.

“Whatever: fucking whatever!”

“Whatever? You mean anything? Can I fuck you?”

“Aye! Just fucking do it! Don’t talk so much! Do it!”

“Get on the bed.” I decided to take Tam at his word.

He smiled and shook his head. “You’ll need to get me there first. Come on, strip! We can fight for the privilege.”

Nothing loath, I placed the “Do Not Disturb” sign outside the door, locked it, and started to unbutton my shirt cuffs. I remember that the shirt had narrow blue and white stripes. Then I recalled how Ian had sat back and watched when I had stripped on his orders in his drawing room. I stood with my hands on my hips and watched as Tam shed his jacket, tie and started to unbutton his own shirt.

“Let me.” I walked quickly across to him.

Tam was happy for me to unbutton him, brushing the smooth, pale skin with my fingertips. He did the same for me. We were now both naked to the waist. I took him in my arms and kissed him lightly on the face, neck and shoulders. He was wearing some spicy aftershave, under which I whiffed the smoky smell of male desire. Forget “making love:” Tam urgently needed a fuck and I was the man to administer it.

We were both wearing similar fawn trousers. However the cut clearly showed who was an officer and who was an “other rank.”

My trousers were peg-topped and quite wide, with turn-ups. They broke, as they should, over the instep. A crocodile-skin belt held them up just below my navel. Officers may look smart; in fact they should, but not sexy. Other ranks have no such inhibitions: Tam’s trousers were a fashionable 1970s cut: low-waisted, which exposed almost all his torso, with a wide belt. They fitted snugly round his ass, crotch and thighs, but from the knees down they were wider, flared, although not bell-bottomed. You had to be super-fit to carry them off successfully. With even a slight pot-belly, they would look foul. Tam could carry it off. When he moved, I noticed two things: firstly, I could see no trace of underwear above his belt, but the trousers were so tight across his ass that I could see the faint outline of a pair of micro-bikini briefs. They barely covered his ass-cheeks; almost a thong. I found this erotic. Secondly, he had a massive erection. It was straining against his breeches-fly and seemed desperate to make a dash for freedom. I reached down and playfully squeezed it, and his balls.

Tam gasped, “Oh, you bastard!”

I laughed.

Tam looked at me for a moment; then he moved towards me. Not taking his eyes from mine, he slowly drew my trouser zip downwards. Being unzipped by another man – or a woman – is very erotic. He slid his hand inside. He grinned.

“I’m going tae grab it.”

He did, immediately. My boxer shorts offered no protection. His hand closed round my cock. Then he was on the floor, kneeling in front of me, with his lips round my cock; tongue, lips and salivatory glands working overtime. I touched his reddish, pepper-and-salt hair. My trousers and under-shorts were soon round my ankles. He started handling my balls. I love that. Then I felt myself starting to come. I didn’t want that just yet. I pulled him to his feet and kissed him on the mouth, where I could taste my own sex. I lost no time in unzipping him and pulling down his trousers, which was not easy, given that they were so tight. He was now hobbled below the knees. Not only that, but he was still wearing shoes and socks. I was not: just slippers, which I now kicked off. I then kicked aside trousers and shorts. I was now naked apart from my watch-strap.

Tam was bent over, frantically scrabbling with his shoe-laces. I placed one hand on his neck to keep him that way, and then began to work a finger of the other hand into his asshole. I wriggled it around inside.

“Fuck!” shouted Tam and almost fell over.

After playing with him for a bit, I let him get completely naked and we began our wrestling match. I was bigger and heavier than Tam, but he was not an easy opponent to defeat. He was very fast, agile and aggressive; had limitless energy; and, as we got hotter and sweatier, seemed to slip out of my arms like quicksilver. More than once he returned my compliment by flicking a finger up my ass when I least expected it, causing paroxysms of lust and fury.

Finally, I had him on the ground, on his back. I was kneeling astride him, teasing his cock by letting it brush my balls, touch my ass-pucker but not get any further. He was getting more agitated by the moment. I teased him further by gently slapping his face, pulling his nose and messing his hair. That really pissed him off.

I sank back on my hunkers and received an anal shock. Something hard and sharp had forced its way up my asshole and was now pressed against my prostate gland. Tam, the bastard, had shoved his thumb deep inside me: it was his thumbnail that had hurt the tender membrane. I went ballistic at the pain and indignity. For a moment I tried to strangle him, but fortunately remembered that I did not actually want to face murder charges.

While he was still weak and gasping, I got him on the bed, legs in the air and using my own saliva as lube, I roughly plundered his ass. Tam was not a wimp. He was not going to scream out loud, but his mouth was open and, between groans and gasps, he was hissing curses and threats, promising to kill me. I plunged into him more vigorously. Eventually, I came; erupted might have been a better word. By this time tears were streaming down Tam’s face.

“You swine,” he whispered. Then he kissed me.

Afterwards, when we had showered and rested, we lay on the bed, talking and laughing. He was a beautiful man, I decided. He had not an ounce of surplus flesh on him. It was all muscle, sinew and bone. His pale, almost translucent skin, was flawless, except where he had imposed tattoos on it. Not too many, I was relieved to see. I loved looking at, and touching him.

Tam looked at me and smiled. “Shall we do it again, now?”

“You have to be joking!”

“No I’m not! Get a load of this!”

Tam grabbed me and sank his teeth into my armpit. The pain immediately roused me. I convulsed and my cock became hard again. Then he bit my ass-cheek, drawing blood, this time.

“You’re on, you fucker!”