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  • Isn’t Life Wonderful, Full of Surprises

    Damn where do I start:

    I was seventeen when I remember the first time I learned that messing around with other guys my age was one of the most wonderful pleasures a guy could encounter.

    I remember it like it was yesterday, I Met Tim and his father who had moved up the street when he came by and I was playing basketball in the front of my house. We had a nice sized driveway leading to a two car garage and my father had erected a basket ball hoop over the garage door, and we both had played many a game in that driveway, never-the-less I was shooting some hoops, and I had gotten pretty darned good, when I heard this very masculine voice, I’ll play you a game of “HORSE” most of us know what that game is, since it’s pretty much universal.

    I turned to see this very good looking Sandy blond haired young man, who seemed to be about my age, standing behind me, “Hi My name is Brendon Jacobs, My father and I just moved into the fourth house up the street.”

    I Smiled, held out my sweaty hand, and shook hands, “Glad to meet you Brendon, my name is Ken.” I said. ” Do you play basketball?” I asked with a smile.

    As Brendon andwered my question in the affirmative, I was beginning to have feelings of arousal as he spoke, his eyes were rather on the beautiful side, his voice was deep and masculine and his body had that athletic sort of swimmers build. I noticed his legs were very muscular and thick, truthfully, I had never looked at a guy with this kind of feeling, I guess it must have the been onset of lust or desire, I didn’t know then. I found out Brendon was one year older than me, And we started a friendship that day that was to last untill the present.

    Brendon and I began to have those sleepovers and that of course worked into doing the feeling each other up in our underwear to stroking off together sizing each others cocks up, you know the regular stuff if your a gay guy.

    Brendon had an awesome cock, he was cut, and it was a good seven and a half inches long, nice and round with nice veins on a bronzy shaft, and a beautiful head.

    It was about our fouth sleepover I got to take it into my mouth and suck the cum out of it.

    It was a little surprising when he blew his load in my mouth and I almost gagged at it, but I held on and finished swallowing, after that first time, I didn’t have a problem with swallowing his load, actually I enjoyed the whole thing, I loved that feeling as his cock swelled up and expelled its load, his nuts would disappear into his body as he climaxed and he would make the most awesome grunting, sort of a moan as he shot it.

    And of course he sucked me off too.

    We had been doing this for about a year and a half and then one afternoon I went over to Brendon’s home expecting to see him, his Dad was in the kitchen and asked me in, Brendon was going to be gone for a couple days, I was actually horny and needing some hot sex, but I guessed I would have to endure.

    Steve, Brendon’s Father, asked me in and offered me a Coke, I sat at the table and made small talk, I was looking at Steve, I had seen him earlier several times and he was ever so friendly, but this day he really looked hot and sexy. I guess I was just really horny, he was 39 years old, haveing just been 18 when Brendon was born, and divorced at 26, and I never did know why Brendon was with his Father untill that day, she was killed in a car accident when he was ten and Brendon was turned over to his Father.

    I had drank my coke, when Steve stood up and walked over to me, took the empty can and set it on the counter, I noticed a bulge in his shorts, and sorta licked my lips.

    “Well Ken, I would like to ask you a question,” he said.

    “Well Brendon tells me that you like to suck guys off, Is that true,” He asked.

    I wasn’t only shocked, I was embarrased, I looked up at him red faced, not knowing that Steve knew and really wondering why Brendon would tell him. ‘Man, it’s alright, me and Brendon have a very open relationship,” he said.

    “Well Yes Sir!” I responded.

    ” Do you enjoy swallowing the load?” he asked. “Yes Sir,” I responded, feeling like I should get up and run or something.

    He began rubbing my shoulders, and then I watched as he unbuttoned his shorts, pulled out his underwear elastic, and out flopped this uncut, at least eight incher and asked “How would you like to give this a try,” He said with a smile, “I don’t know of any thing that I like better than a good Blow-job, and most guys will tell you a dude can suck cock better than any chick can.”

    Steve walked closer to me and I reached out and slipped my hand under his big hairy, thick balls, I heard his whisper, “Oh Fuck yeah kid, thats what I need.”

    I leaned over and licked his pre-cummed wet foreskin, and slipped it back exposing that gorgeous thick head, and I put my lips tightly on the tip and kinda forced the head of his awesome cock to penetrate my lips, and gave him the most awesome blow-job I could. I needed this as much as he did.

    It only took a few minutes untill I had him moaning and then he threw back his head, grabbed my head with his hands and sunk his cock balls deep into my throat as he grunted and filled my mouth with his acrid, bleachy, musty tasting cum, I was exstatic, Damn Dude I had just sucked off my best friends Dad, and he loved it.

    Steve became a really intimate friend to me after that day, and I enjoyed keeping him satiisfied.

    About a month after that Brendon was spending the night and he told me his father told him he was right, that I could suck like a pro. “My Father Really likes you, you know.” I just Smiled. then leaned down and sucked Brendons cock for him, there is a big difference in the flavor of his cum to his father’s.

    Now its several years later I had gone to college and got a job working in the business sector, I had landed a nice job in a sales firm, having been there for about three years and establishing my reputation as a master salesman, I was doing good, making good money.

    It was a Friday afternoon that I was called into the bosses office, I took a seat and was waiting when the door opened and in walked my boss with this absolutely “Drop Dead Gorgeous young man of about twentyfive,” I thought my heart would stop beating. Just seeing his awesome pearly white toothed smile, hearing his sexy, erotic voice and those eyes, melted you thru and thru, my cock got instantly hard.

    My boss introduced us,I thought I would pass out from the feeling I was having, his name was Mark a new hire and the boss ask us both aabout it.

    “Ken, starting Monday and going thru next Thursday, there is a tradeshow in Denver, I have picked you and Mark to go and represent our company, mostly because of your expertice and experience, and because you are both single, no close family ties to keep you from doing it.

    I said Ok, and so did Mark, I was excited about the possibility I would have the chance to maybe get a shot at Marks body maybe naked, and yet there was that possibility, that Mark would tell me to take a fucking hike and get the hell out of his life too.

    We got on a plane that Sunday afternoon, armed with out papers, a rental car waiting and a company credit card for extra expenses.

    We got to the Hotel and there was just one room rented for us, we neither one minded sharing a room and that was awesome for me, I wanted to see Mark in the buff, but the cool thing was the room had only one king sized bed.

    “Hope you don’t mind,” I said. “Hey man, you wouldn’t be the first time I was in bed with another guy,” he said with a smile.

    “Did you sleep with your brother or something when you were a boy,” I asked.

    “Well, not exactly,” he said with a puzzled look.

    “Look, I might as well be up front with you, I like sleeping with other guys, I like getting my cock sucked, I like fucking them, and having them do the same thing to me, I’m gay O.k. If that’s a problem I can get a different room.” he said.

    “A Problem, HOLY SHIT MAN, a Problem, I was the one worried about it, I’m Gay too. What a fucking coincidence, or mayby it’s just fate.” I said.

    Mark Smiled as we approached each other, I smiled into his gorgeous eyes, as he leaned over and planted a big kiss on my lips, his lips were hot, moist, so sensous, and his tongue set me on fire. “I ain’t had sex in months I need it bad.”

    It took about two minutes to be undressed and on top of the covers of the Bed.

    I admired his gorgeous hairy chest, his awesome abs, and his legs were like a marathon runners, muscular but under those tidy whites throbbed one thick uncut treasure, waiting for some worship, and worship it I did.

    I slipped back his foreskin and I heard his loud moan as I took his cock to the balls and just held my mouth there, working his shaft with my tongue, swirling my tongue around his sensitive cock had, feeling as his balls tightened up and then finally feeling his body jerk in spasms as he shot a massive load into my mouth, I was in love.

    I was what he needed and I was too.

    The first night was awesome like a wedding night, Marked Fucked me like a Virgin Groom, and we had a night of passion like no other up to this time.

    I woke up and yelled at Mark to get up we’re running late, but what did I expect after all, all the night spent enjoying each other.

    We got to the Trade Show and just in time got set up, and every time we would look at each other Mark would wink at me and smile.

    We went and had lunch and on the spur of the moment we went to the mens room and Mark set out to drain my nuts dry, sucking me off in the Wheel Chair Cubicle. There was spontaneous Combustion there that day.

    Well to make the long story short Mark and I did awesome at the trade show, in more ways than one.

    We don’t live together yet but we should, one or the other of us are at each others apartment almost every night and the sex has not stopped, I could drink his cum in a wine goblet and eat Mark alive. he loves getting his ass rimmed, and I love doing it too.

    Life is good My friends….CIAO


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  • My Night of Sex with a Dirt Bike Athlete

    Part 2 was done based on a request from Bruce, a neat reader of my stories.

    Two weeks later, I was judging another of Ethan’s dirt bike competitions. After the final race, Ethan approached me and said: “Shaun, I have masturbated several times remembering our wild sex. I want you to fuck me again. You are the best fucker I have ever encountered. I love your cock and ass. You know how to make me crazy with lust.”

    I immediately got a huge hard-on as I could see was the case for Ethan.

    “WOW, Ethan you have me lusting after that gorgeous body, ass and cock. I cannot wait to fuck the shit out of you again. Your ass is so like silk as my hot cock slides in and out with the ultimate pleasure. Your ass muscles do a real job on my aching cock. I have never had a more powerful ejaculation than the night we fucked. And your cum is like ice cream going down my throat. I could eat gallons of your seed. You drive me wild with lust.”

    “Oh, Shaun, I see you are about to split those pants from that swollen cock. Let me relieve that tool for you.”

    “Ethan, I have already wet my shorts with precum. I see a wet spot on your pants. I bet it is precum, right?”

    “Shaun, Yes, I am leaking cum. We have to get away from here before I jump on you in front of all these people. We could get arrested for indecent exposure. I have to have you suck my cock. I must suck your cock and then have you drill my ass. I am sweating and feeling goose bumps all over my body. Look what you do to me, you whore, you slut”

    “Ethan, look at who is calling whom a slut and whore. You have been sucked and fucked by as many hot studs as I have. We are both sluts. Your dirty talk is about to make me blast a load just standing here. I am wild with desire for you, my new fuck buddy.”

    We took a shower st my hotel. We spent much of the evening over dinner and with drinks still horny as hell.

    I approached Ethan with a proposition. “Ethan, we can go back to my room and finish the evening sucking cock, eating ass and fucking. I have to get my nuts off with you. But, here is my big proposal. Can you go with me tomorrow as I do a modeling for a national magazine and we could hook up with one of the other hot models for a three way? My modeling buddies would love that ass of yours. What do you say?”

    “Shaun, hell yes, fuck yea, I can hardly wait. It has been a year since I was in an orgy or even a three-way. I am all up for the challenge. You just made my cock hard as a diamond drill with the proposition.”

    We rushed back to my hotel room. We had put off sucking and fucking as long as we could. We spent hours kissing, eating each other’s ass, took turns sucking our buddies’ cock, and took turns as we swallowed our partner’s fuzzy and wet balls. After at least two hours of wild sex, I lubed Ethan’s ass, lubed my sore and swollen cock and inserted my big cock inch by inch into his smooth pink asshole. Once again his ass felt like fucking a silk blouse. My cock experienced erotic pleasures and sensations only fantasized in erotic adult books.

    “OMG, Ooh Shit, Shaun, your cock is driving me wild. Oh, it feels so good. You have the best hard tool ever to pound my ass. I feel your cock massage my prostate. Oh, fuck, oh fuck, do not stop. Come in my guts. I want your cum.”

    “Hell, Oh Ethan, Mmmmmmmm. I love your ass. I cannot stop. Here I come. WOW, OMG, I feel the cum blasting out of my cock head. Take it all.”

    I pulled out and plunged my leaking and cum wet cock down Ethan’s throat. He sucked me dry. We kissed. I grabbed his cock and sucked hard. In about one minute, he filled my mouth with his thick warm strings of cum.

    The next day we traveled by car to the next city where my modeling took place. There were 10 hot guys who modeled for a famous magazine.

    At the end of the show, I introduced Ethan to my favorite model. His name was Kody, a 6 foot, strawberry blond, and blue eyed hunk. He weighed 160 pounds with a slim hard body. I had fucked or been fucked by Kody each time we had done a modeling show together. Kody was a great fuck and he knew how to drill an ass. I had told Kody about Ethan and that he would be joining me at this show.

    We went up to our hotel room and wasted no time. We got undressed.

    Ethan’s mouth was wide open as he saw Kody’s huge snake. “OMG, Kody, you have a monstrous thick and long cock. Has anyone ever taken all that boner up their ass?”

    “Well, as a matter of fact Ethan, your fuck buddy Shaun has been able to take all my jewel ever time I fucked him.”

    “You must be kidding me, Kody. Shaun is that true? How big is that cock?”

    “Ethan, it is true. I love taking all that cock down my ass. It is a real kick. His cock is a whopping 11-inches. You will get your chance tonight. I did not tell you that we have a special treat for you.”

    We spent at least an hour taking turns kissing each other, sucking the cocks, rimming ass, fingering the asses and sucking on the big balls of one another. It was a wild and erotic session.

    It was now time for the big surprise for Ethan. We lubed his ass with gobs of lube, lubed Kody and my cocks and placed me on my back on the bed. I ordered Ethan to get on top of me placing his face in the opposite direction from my face.

    “Now, Ethan, go down on my cock as you have done before.”

    When he had finished taking all my cock up his ass, Kody moved in between my legs and Ethan’s ass. He began pushing his cock upward entering Ethan’s ass.

    “Hell no, Shaun and Kody. Oh stop I cannot take both these big cocks. You will split me wide open. I will need surgery. Oh, Shit. The surprise is to DP my ass. Oh, I am so turned on. Well, lets try it.”

    It worked as inch by inch Kody’s big cock went all the way in. We spent 10 minutes driving our two cocks deep into this beautiful ass. The pleasure from two cocks rubbed together was awesome.

    The erotic sensual feeling caused Ethan to blast a huge load onto the chest, stomach and face of Kody and at about the same time we both shot what seemed like a river of cum into Ethan’s beautiful ass. We pulled out and got in a circle as we sucked the cum off of the three cocks.

    We showered and went out to a Gay club that featured a sausage party.

    Great sex.

    THE END

  • The Right Trousers

    THE RIGHT TROUSERS

    Part of the ‘Butt Monkey’ series of stories by Robert Furlong

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    On Friday afternoon, after meeting a group of potential clients at their Coventry head office, I thought I’d take a walk into the city centre before the shops closed to see if I could find a new pair of trousers. I’d been wondering what I should wear when I met Debbie for the first time the following Wednesday. Should I keep it casual with maybe a rugby shirt and trainers, or show her I wanted to make an effort by wearing a smart shirt and one of my dressier jackets?

    Whatever look I ultimately opted for, I was going to need a decent pair of trousers that would hang well on me. I didn’t want some cheap pair like those I’d wear for work: I wanted to wear something that was both flattering and expensive-looking and which would make it seem like I cared about my appearance far more than I actually did.

    As I was getting into the main shopping area, already decorated overhead with Christmas lights, I noticed an old-fashioned looking shop which quaintly called itself a ‘gentlemen’s outfitters’. Being an old-fashioned kind of guy myself, I decided I would pop in and see if that had anything that might prove suitable.

    It was getting late in the day and the shop was eerily quiet. After I’d noticed how expensive things were (nearly a hundred pounds for a single tie!) I was approached by a beautifully-suited man with a well-coiffed beard, who asked, a tad distrustfully, if he could help me.

    My reply that I was just looking around didn’t satisfy him and he continued to pester me. Perhaps it had been an especially quiet day, or perhaps I looked like the sort of shady character he didn’t want bringing down the tone of his shop.

    I told him I wanted a pair of nicely-fitting trousers; something rather better than one of the off-the-rail pairs I might get from BHS.

    “What sort of colour were you thinking of?” he asked. I estimated that he must be a few years older than me from the amount of grey hair he had.

    I shrugged. “Dark blue, maybe.” I had a nice red and white stripy tie in my wardrobe which would go well with dark blue. Or would a tie be too stuffy for a first date?

    He looked me up and down and said he’d need to take my measurements.

    “I’m a 32 waist with a medium leg,” I offered, trying to be helpful.

    “If you want a good fit,” he said haughtily, “I’ll need something rather more accurate than that.”

    He asked me to go through to the back room of the shop where he could measure me properly. As he did so, he locked the shop door and turned the little sign around to tell people they were now closed.

    “I was just about to lock up when you came in,” he said. “You’re lucky you caught me.” The tone of his voice indicated that he regarded my appearance considerably less fortuitously.

    The back room had a large cutting table to one side of it with a few offcuts of material draped over it, some rails of clothing against the back wall, and a group of mannequins’ dummies in various states of undress clustered in the corner.

    “Take your coat off, if you would, Mr… er…?”

    “Furlong,” I told him.

    He took it from me and diligently hung it on a coat hanger, disdainfully picking a few pieces of stray fluff and cat hair from the front of it, and affording it far more care and attention than it actually deserved.

    After he’d hung it up, he took a tape measure from the table and asked me stand on a small stool so he could take my measurements.

    He started at the front, measuring from the waistband of the trousers I was wearing down to the bottom hem of the leg and then took the circumference of my shin and thigh. All the time he was jotting numbers into a notebook with a short stubby pencil.

    Given the effort he was making for me, I was beginning to feel obligated to buy a pair of trousers from him, no matter what they looked like. It would seem rudely unappreciative to leave the shop empty-handed after receiving such service.

    And if a tie cost a hundred pounds here, how much was I going to have to pay for a pair of tailored trousers? Perhaps it would have been cheaper to have taken the train down to London and peruse the clothes racks at Harrods…

    He went around the back of me, taking measurements from just below the back of my shoe up to the top of my leg and then further up and over the curve of my buttocks to my waist. He seemed to be making rather a meal of what he was doing and I glanced over to the side of me where there was a full-length mirror so that I could see what he was up to.

    To my astonishment, I could see that he was slyly taking the odd sniff of my bum. He was pretending he was carefully taking measurements, putting his face close to the tape as if trying to get millimetre accuracy from his readings, but he was really manoeuvring himself so he could get his nose close to my backside so he could take a surreptitious whiff of it.

    The dirty old sod!

    I reminded myself that in his place I would probably do the same. Christ – if you were as fascinated by rimming as I was and had a job like his, it would be like being in heaven!

    You’d have all these guys wandering into your shop – young blokes getting measured up for wedding outfits, graduation suits and the like – and you’d have a perfectly valid excuse to get right up close to their variously shaped bums and to see how far you could get your nose between their buttocks. Some would have arse-cracks which would be soapy-clean, others would be more forthright and considerably more interesting: the fun would be finding out who had what.

    I turned back to face forwards and bent over a little to push my backside towards him slightly.

    “Is that better for you?” I asked.

    I saw him glance over at the mirror, as if to assure himself that I hadn’t spotted what he was doing, and, believing I was oblivious to his intentions, muttered, “Yes, yes. Thank you.”

    “What’s your name?” I asked.

    “Martin,” he replied. “Martin Jacobi.”

    He returned to measuring me from behind, asking me to open my legs slightly so he could take my inside leg measurement and then reached around the front of me to take a reading of my waist.

    I was beginning to think I might have been mistaken about him sniffing me or that, if he really had been, he hadn’t liked what he’d found, when suddenly I felt what was almost certainly his nose between my cheeks.

    Any other guy might have thought it was a stray thumb pushing itself where it shouldn’t while its owner was absorbed in reading from the tape-measure. But, even without sneaking another look through the mirror, I was fairly sure it was his nose. I could hear him quietly sniffing my arse-crack, curious to find out how I would smell back there.

    It was the end of the week and I’d been wearing my trousers since Monday: they had a tendency to ride up into my cleft when I was sitting at my desk and might be getting a bit whiffy back there. My underwear – a pair of Aussiebum briefs if I wasn’t mistaken – had, as always, been fresh on that morning but as it was now late afternoon, they’d also be getting a bit worse for wear.

    I knew from when I’d rubbed my fingers in my crack and sniffed them in bed when masturbating that I could be tantalisingly odoriferous between my arse-cheeks, and I was sure Martin would be able to smell my scent quite easily through my clothing.

    Evidently he enjoyed the frank, earthy musk because he didn’t pull away. He gently moved his nose a little lower down as he fiddled with the tape measure, surreptitiously pushing it into a position where my smell would be more pungent and more powerful.

    I leaned forwards a little, opening my butt-crack a little wider for him. His nose pushed into me more deeply and I could hear him sniffing appreciatively. His knees were resting on the stool between my feet and I saw him put a hand down to the front of his trousers, either to adjust his hardening excitement in his underwear or to give himself a discreet masturbatory tweak.

    I was starting to stiffen myself at the feel of him nuzzling around between my buttocks. The realisation that another man was secretively smelling my bum was extremely arousing, as was the fact that he himself was getting turned on by my darkest, most private scent.

    “Would it be better if I pulled these down a bit?” I asked. “The waist is pinching – it’s probably messing up your measurements.”

    Before he had chance to reply, I undid my belt and unbuttoned my trousers, and then hitched them down to expose my underwear. My briefs were indeed Aussiebum ones and were maroon in colour. The front pouch was very roomy, which was the main reason I had bought them, but even with so copious a gusset the material was starting to stretch outwards as my cock gradually swelled in size. That was good, I thought: my arousal would be pulling the seat of them more snuggly against the paired mounds of my buttocks, giving him a more favourable view of my rear.

    The tailor muttered his approval, “Yes, that is rather better for me,” and reached round as if he was re-checking my waist size with his tape measure. As he was doing so, he pressed his face more deeply into the back of my briefs, inhaling deeply right between my cheeks.

    I leaned forwards again and pressed my bum into him, feeling my cock steadily lengthening in response to the new and exhilarating sensation of having a man’s face back there. It seemed to me that we must now both be fully aware what we were doing and what was going on between us.

    Nevertheless, Martin chose to prolong the pretence.

    “If you could lean forwards a little more,” he requested. “I need to know how much slack you’ll need in the seat.”

    Okay, I thought. We’ll play our little game a bit longer.

    I leaned further forwards, supporting myself on the table in front of me. My backside was pushing into his face and my arse-cheeks were spread apart so widely that I could feel the heat of his breath through my underwear on my hole.

    “Is that okay?” I asked. “I don’t want the back of them tearing when I bend down.”

    “That’s very good,” he said. “Yes… excellent.”

    He made like he was measuring my outstretched buttock, as if trying to work out how much give he’d need in the material at the back, and then pressed his face into me again, working himself downwards so that his nose was close to my most flavoursome spot.

    I turned to look in the mirror again. There he was, leaning forwards: cheek-deep into the cleft of my tightly-fitting briefs. He was breathing quickly and deeply, snorting as he inhaled from my underwear, right from where my scent would be at its strongest and the material at its most savoury.

    My cock was hardening quickly at the sight of another man’s face pushing between my buttocks. It seemed I had waited for this moment for so long: and now, here it was, taking place before my eyes in this most unlikely of settings.

    He pulled back, panting a little, and I turned to face forwards again.

    Suddenly a thought occurred to me: I really would give him a treat! I would do for him what I would fantasize about another man doing if I was in his position.

    Without straightening up, and supporting myself against the table with one arm, I reached back with the other and yanked my underwear down to expose my arse for him.

    “I often go commando,” I said, matter-of-factly. “It might be good to take a measurement without my underwear… just to be sure…”

    “Good idea,” he muttered. “Thank you…”

    He pretended to measure me again, keeping well away from my naked bum, and at first I thought he must be plucking up the courage to go the whole way with me. After a good thirty seconds, though, he still hadn’t taken up my implicit offer to experience me in the flesh, and I began to wonder if he was having second thoughts.

    Didn’t he like my naked arse? Was putting his face there a step too far for him?

    “Is everything okay?” I asked. “Feel free to do what you need to…”

    “Everything is fine,” he replied. “Better than fine, actually.”

    He stood up and walked over to the table and put down the tape measure, pencil and notebook. I saw he had a well-worn wedding-ring on his left hand.

    I kept bending forwards with my briefs pulled down at the back, starting to feel a little self-conscious at the somewhat flagrant position I’d adopted. Had he had enough? Didn’t he like a bare bum?

    “Can I just clarify,” he began quietly, “that you’re inviting me to have oral contact with your rear?”

    I was surprised by his formality and a little disappointed that our game was now over.

    “I only ask,” he went on, “to avoid the potential for… well… an unpleasant misunderstanding.”

    “Haven’t I made it clear enough,” I replied, with a pointed glance back at my exposed arse, “what I might be hoping for?”

    “In that case,” he said with a solemn nod, “you can pull your underwear down a little further, Mr Furlong. And spread your legs a little wider.”

    I looked over at him and saw he was unzipping his fly. He reached in and pulled out his erection. It was about six inches long and it looked like he’d been circumcised.

    “You’re quite a remarkable find,” he commented. “I’ve never had a customer like you… the only other time a man became aware of my little… er… quirk, he became… shall we say… a touch on the aggressive side.”

    I smiled. “I’m not so easily rattled, Martin. If my cheeks are a little red, it’s probably from where your beard has been rubbing against them through my briefs.”

    He reached into a drawer and squirted some kind of oil onto his palm. Then he rubbed his hand up and down his cock, making it shiny and slippery.

    I hitched down my briefs to the tops of my thighs, releasing my semi-hard erection and tucking the waistband under my balls. My cock was swollen enough to point forwards in mid-air and was already much longer and thicker than Martin’s. My large, heavy balls hung down pendulously between my legs.

    As I expected, he showed little interest in my genitals but instead wiped his hand on some tissues from a pack in the same drawer. He pulled out a few spares and tucked them loosely into his pocket, muttering something about stains on the carpet being difficult to shift, with his cock still arching upwards from his fly.

    He went behind me again and ran his fingers slowly down my exposed cleft, allowing his extended middle finger to seek out the raised pucker of my hole through the tangle of hair that was sprouting from my crack.

    “Since you’re willing to be so obliging,” he said, still running his fingers up and down between my cheeks, “I’d appreciate a moment or two to… er… enjoy your scent. It shouldn’t take more than a couple of minutes and then we’ll sort out your trousers.”

    His cold precision was bizarre under the circumstances but in a funny sort of way it appealed to me. Perhaps to him this wasn’t sex: maybe he saw it that I was allowing him to indulge his ‘quirk’ in exchange for a discount off the price of my trousers, and so he was approaching our dealings, like his measurements, with an almost professional aloofness.

    He seemed peculiarly unaware that I might also become excited by what he was doing; that the guy being rimmed would also be compelled to masturbate. He hadn’t offered me any of his tissues, in spite of his concern about the carpet, and hadn’t even glanced at my cock to see if I was aroused.

    He ran his fingertip around the wrinkled opening I was presenting to him and then gently pressed it into the middle of the pursed ring. Once I’d yielded to him, he slid easily inside me and I relaxed my hole to hungrily consume the top of his digit. I pushed back against him, keen to take as much of his finger as he could squeeze into me, and he grabbed my hip for leverage and worked himself into my bowels right up to the knuckle.

    “Does that feel pleasant?” he asked.

    “Just a bit,” I smiled, loving the feel of him pushing his way into me. It had felt good when I had done this to myself at home in bed; but never this good. My cock swelled to it full size, throbbing upwards against my stomach.

    He pulled his finger out of me with a slurp and sniffed intently at it. After finding it to his liking, he announced crisply, “Your rear has an invigorating bouquet, Mr Furlong.”

    “Let’s hope it tastes just as good,” I remarked.

    “I’m sure it will.”

    He knelt down and put his hands on my bare buttocks, his thumbs pointing inwards towards my crack. Prizing my cheeks open still further, I felt his beard tickling as he pushed forwards between them. He drove his nose deep into my cleft and I felt his warm, wet tongue snaking between my buttocks as he extended it towards me. He quickly found my hole, still gaping open from his finger, and flicked his tongue against it, tasting in fullness my rich, carnal flavour.

    He made an approving, “Mmm…” sound and started lapping at my splayed hole in rapid, slurping gulps, like a cat noisily drinking milk.

    I couldn’t believe I was being rimmed – I was finally being rimmed by another guy!

    After waiting so long, it seemed almost beyond belief that this was really happening.

    And it felt… well… slightly odd, I had to admit. The sensation of having someone’s tongue licking at my bum brought with it a certain amount of discomfort; not only from its warm clamminess as it darted around in such a private area but also from a niggling self-consciousness about presenting my most secret hole to another person’s face.

    Nevertheless, having a man’s face back there – even one belonging to a guy as cold and unerotic as Martin – was, from a sexual perspective at least, extraordinarily exciting.

    I looked back into the mirror to the side of us and marvelled at what I was seeing. Another man was licking my bum! It was finally happening!

    There was my arse; and there was his face. How amazing it was for the two to be connected, and for the excitement of doing so to make this guy’s cock rise upwards, hard and throbbing, from the fly of his trousers.

    My own cock swelled back to full size, having had its enjoyment dampened a little by my brief misgivings. I was sure such troubling thoughts would abate as I got used to the feel of another man licking me back there and that I would soon grow less troubled to have someone’s face so intimately joined to such an illicit spot.

    I bent as low as I could and opened my legs widely, desperate to give him the full impact of my outspread arse against his eager face.

    He removed one hand from my backside and through my legs I watched him take up a gentle rhythm on his hardened cock. He rubbed it like he was polishing it: not gripping and roughly yanking his foreskin the way I do, but deftly gliding his fingers back and forth along its circumcised shaft and using his thumb to smoothly caress its plump head. The oil made it glisten and shine as it stiffened further in response to his delicate rubbing until the head of it gleamed like a polished bead.

    He pulled his face back from my backside and muttered, “You have a very strong flavour, Mr Furlong… yes… very satisfactory.”

    And then he plunged his face forwards again and drove his tongue deeper into my hole.

    I grabbed my own cock and started wanking myself. Lacking his finesse, I pounded myself quickly and roughly, showing all the inelegant wrist-thumping of a randy teenager compared to his more genteel and sensual technique.

    His tongue still felt slimy against me and I’d rather preferred the stark roughness of his finger probing inside me. His breath felt hot and sticky against my backside and being in such a hunched position was putting an uncomfortable strain on my thighs.

    Discomfort aside, though, another guy was finally rimming me, and the sheer fact of that – in spite of everything else – was electrifying.

    Martin snorted and panted against my bum as his tongue pushed its way more deeply into me. The dextrous movement of his fingers on his cock increased steadily in time with the quickening rhythm of his breathing, and the lapping sounds he was making, which sounded like he was drinking from me, grew louder and moister.

    I wondered if this was the first time he had rimmed a guy: I rather doubted it as he seemed very adept at what he was doing. It might be his first time at doing it with a customer, but his tongue was way too confident for him to be a novice. He must meet guys somewhere and invite them back with him.

    I kept wanking myself, peering over at what he was doing in the mirror alongside us. There we were: there was my arse bending over with my cheeks splayed wide open, and there was Martin’s face clamped right between them, his mouth opening and closing, as he gorged on my most indelicate spot. My rhythm grew faster and I made long, sweeping strokes up and down the full length of my cock.

    His tongue was pushing as deeper and deeper and his lips were sucking furiously on my hole. I could feel the pursed ring of soft tissue around it swelling and growing – almost hardening as if mirroring the stiffening of my cock – and I wondered if it was possible to become anally excited. If it was, I was well on the way: my hole, normally so small, wrinkled and inconsequential, now tingled and felt pink and firm; pumped up and throbbing as it enjoyed its own distinctive take on what would be termed, on its big brother around the front, an erection.

    Martin’s mouth started making loud guzzling noises as he greedily slurped at my sleazy chute. He grabbed onto my hip more firmly so he could push his face further and further forwards, squeezing as far between my cheeks as he was able, determined to reach deeper and deeper up into my bowels.

    I turned back to peer into the mirror again, fascinated to watch him feasting so fervently on my outstretched backside, caressing his erection faster and faster as he did so. He was completely absorbed – wholly captivated – by what he was doing and I was mesmerised to watch him like that; to see him rubbing himself so quickly at the thrill of having his face pressed into my pale, hairy arse.

    No-one had even so much as touched me between my cheeks before, let alone fondled my hole, and now here was a man with his nose wedged firmly in the soaking wet hair deep in my crack and his mouth clamped slap bang on my bullseye.

    My pleasure was rapidly intensifying: my orgasm was on its way.

    I called out to him, “Come on, eat me! Eat my arse!”

    And I pushed my bum hard into his face.

    He fed on me more hungrily, his tongue coaxing every last ooze of flavour from my hole, and I looked down between my legs at his cock. The gentle kneading action he’d been making on the head of it increased rapidly to a rhythmic masturbatory motion. Gone was the pretence that he was delicately polishing his glans: he was now, like me, enjoying a good old-fashioned, hearty wank.

    Encouraged by his eagerness, I reached back with my free hand and grabbed his head, smearing his face between my cheeks and grinding my arse against his mouth.

    I looked over at the two of us in the mirror again: Jesus, we looked so hot like this! Me with my trousers hitched down and my arse thrusting back, over and over, into another man’s eager face. Him rubbing his upright cock, faster and faster, in his intensifying passion.

    I called out again, “Taste my bowels! Push your tongue right up into me!”

    He grunted appreciatively – his tongue lapping furiously at my hole as if he were gulping down his last meal – and I looked again through my legs at his cock as he stroked the shaft up and down in a frantic blur. As if it could sense it was being observed, it responded by squirting thick white ribbons up into the air and I sped my own wrist up to wank myself with the same frenzied rhythm, still holding his face tight against my arse.

    He rode out his orgasm with me holding him like that, still rubbing at himself as quickly as he could and with his hips bucking in gentle spasms. He was wallowing in the smell of my bum on his face and in his mouth, as if oblivious to the fact that his cock was gushing in gratitude onto his shirt and trousers.

    Once he was fully spent, I could feel him trying to pull away from my arse, but I wanted to hold him there – his nose snorting into my crack and his mouth panting against my hole – feeling my own pleasure spreading as my balls readied themselves to unleash my load.

    My excitement amassed and condensed into an orgasm at the thought of his own puckered anus, squatting down behind me in the back of his trousers, swollen and moist at the pleasure he had received from mine. I held his face firm as my climax kicked in, pushing his face hard against my hole as it clamped and dilated in fish-mouth spasms against his lips, all the time thinking about what it would be like to have my mouth on his sweaty backside; his hot, slimy ring constricting around my tongue.

    I released his head only when my own far more copious eruption needed both of my hands to contain it. He fell back slightly, his own cock still oozing and his mouth gasping for fresh air.

    I did my best to catch the majority of my outpouring by cupping my hands together underneath the squirting head, but a few stray gobs managed to shoot onto his precious carpet.

    Having recovered from the force of his climax, he grabbed the tissues from his pocket and did his best to wipe his semen from his clothing. Then he stood up, coughed quietly to clear his throat, and glanced over at me, still bending over and trying to aim the dwindling dribble from my cock into the glutinous white pool I was holding in my cupped hands.

    “I did rather wonder – from the way you were responding – if you’d be needing some tissues too,” he said.

    “Yeah,” I agreed. “They might come in handy right now.”

    He stashed his softening cock back into his cum-splashed trousers and zipped himself up. Then he walked over to the table and took a wodge of tissues out of the packet and helped me to dab up the almost embarrassing quantity of semen I was holding in both hands like some ritualistic offering.

    Seeing the smattering of stray white splashes on the carpet, he withdrew another tissue and bent down, tutting, to soak them up.

    “You obviously rather enjoyed that,” he observed, perhaps mentally subtracting a chunk from the discount he’d been considering giving me.

    “It was very pleasant, yes,” I said, standing upright and wiping the thick gobs of my discharge from my hands with a thick wad of tissues.

    “I see you’re very well-endowed, Mr Furlong,” he observed coldly, glancing at my spent organ, now drooping downwards with the foreskin easing back across the withering head. My balls hung low between my thighs, drained but still massively enlarged and no doubt frantically churning out more sperms ready to fuel another load that evening.

    I suddenly felt self-conscious again; this time to be exposing my large genitals to him now that his more modestly proportioned cock had been discreetly tucked away. I was almost compelled to apologise; to excuse myself for having such a monstrously large organ and a pair of balls that looked like they belonged to a large, lumbering mammal.

    Before I could respond, though, he added, “I’m rather glad I noticed – there’s nothing more uncomfortable or embarrassing than trousers that are too tight around the crotch. I’ll have to cut you quite a bit of slack in that area.”

    I nodded, throwing the sodden tissues into the bin and pulling up my underwear.

    “Do you enjoy being anally penetrated by other men’s penises?” he asked.

    Was this also about the trousers? Were there special hems – flaps perhaps – which he could stitch in around the back?

    “To be honest,” I told him, “that was the first time a guy has had anything to do with my bum. I don’t think I’m ready for anything more than a tongue, though. Maybe one day… but not yet.”

    He glanced over at me in surprise.

    “I got the impression you were rather well-practised,” he said. “I was actually intending to discharge myself inside you – it’s so much cleaner that way – but… well… as you saw, matters rather overtook me.”

    I kept a neutral expression, pulling up my trousers. Was he telling me he’d been planning to fuck me? That he’d been going to stand up behind me and bugger my arse without even asking me?

    “It’s a good job I didn’t go ahead,” he chuckled. “It might have been rather an unpleasant surprise for you.”

    I smiled but I was wondering what I’d have done if he had tried to butt-fuck me – especially as there was no sign of any condoms in that drawer of his. I rather liked the idea of getting behind another guy after I’d rimmed him and ‘discharging myself’ inside him, as Martin had so starkly put it; but to allow another man to do that to me… I wasn’t convinced I would like that.

    I couldn’t be sure how I might act in the heat of an impassioned moment, but I was quite certain that if I’d felt the head of his cock pressing against my spit-soaked arsehole, things between us would have ended considerably less amicably than they had.

    I buttoned myself up and then struggled to yank the zip up over the bulge my still semi-erect cock was making. I could see what he meant about cutting a bit of slack in the crotch – an extra couple of inches of material would come in very handy at moments like this.

    “The trousers will be one hundred and fifty pounds,” he stated. “I can have them ready by Tuesday.”

    “It’s a bit expensive for a pair of trousers,” I queried.

    “Given how accommodating you’ve been, I’ve pitched the price, if you’ll pardon the turn of phrase, at rock bottom.”

    I smiled at his humour but he just stared back at me, his face deadpan.

    Although one hundred and fifty pounds was well in excess of what I’d normally be prepared to pay, I nodded.

    After washing our hands in a little kitchen out back, we went back through to the shop to settle up. He agreed to post the trousers over to me to save me another journey into Coventry and that they’d arrive by Wednesday, so I could wear them when I met Debbie.

    “Thank you for being so obliging in the back room,” he said crisply. “It was very good of you.”

    I smiled. It was like he hadn’t noticed that I’d also enjoyed a very heavy climax.

    “If ever you’re passing the shop again,” he went on, “I’d be more than happy to… er… take your measurements again.”

    I chuckled. “Perhaps it would be fun if I could take yours?”

    He allowed himself a smile. “It’s a little irregular, but it might make an interesting experiment.”

    I was sure I wouldn’t be back. I didn’t regret what we’d done but he was a bit too odd – too strangely reserved – for me to be drawn into a repeat performance.

    He let me out of the shop with a muttered goodbye. I got the feeling he knew I wouldn’t be back; I wondered if anyone ever returned.

    As I walked back to my car my arse felt the cold autumn air between my cheeks from where it was still damp. I’d never had that feeling before and it was mildly unpleasant.

    I wondered how it would feel if I’d let him fuck me. There was no way I would have, but it was an intriguing thought. I’d found it quite repellent when he’d first mooted the possibility but now that the idea was in my mind, I was starting to get used to it.

    What would it feel like to let a guy do that to me? To feel him inside me?

    I realised that one day, probably sooner than I might have anticipated, the curiosity I was now feeling would impel me to find out.

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  • Locrossed

    An amazing number of handsome, sexy young males were attending the collegiate athletic awards reception. I felt I had never seen so many assembled in one place, although I realized I was particularly horny that evening. Our baseball coach had won an award and had invited me to go with him to represent the team. It was at the end of my junior year; we had won a regional championship, and I had been made team captain. At the reception, I was just drifting through the crowd with a big grin on my face enjoying the experience, when I noticed a tall, extremely handsome young man staring at me. He came over.

    “Hi, I’m Andy,” he said in a soft low voice. “Do you remember me, Jack?” He gave me a smile that was heart melting. He had a few of inches on me and looked down into my eyes with a steady gaze. It took my breath away. He was, no doubt, the best looking man in the room. It was the first time I can recall looking up into a face and feeling so light-headed with desire. I just stared up into his beautiful gray eyes, lost to the world.

    “Jack?” he repeated, softly.

    “Oh!” I said, coming out of my trance.

    “Sometimes I have that effect on men,” he volunteered in a sexy whisper and a smile, “sorry.”

    “No, no,” I said, haltingly, trying to regain my composure, “it’s just that I can’t quite seem to place you. You know my name; you do look familiar; but…” my voice trailed off as I looked up into the smiling face. He seemed pleased with my discomfort. We were standing very close to one another in the crowd of men. His left hand slid down to his crotch and he made a gesture as if adjusting his equipment. To any casual observer, it would appear to be a normal gesture for a jock, but as he did so, he whispered to me, “Still ‘studying’ in the library, Jack?” Combined with that question, the gesture was almost obscene. My groin churned. I felt my face flush. I must have turned a deep red. He smiled even more broadly. The college library had three men’s rooms notorious for their excellent glory holes. His reference to my study habits could only be from knowledge of those glory holes and my frequent attendance at them.

    “Er… Umm… How do you know about…?” I asked, hesitantly.

    “I spent my first year at your college. We were both freshmen, together.” He emphasized the word “together” in a way that seemed almost lewd, as if we had spent the time in bed together.

    “Gosh,” I said, surprised that I couldn’t recall having known such a handsome man, “I wish I could remember…” I hesitated. “…You must have changed. Grown up.”

    “Some parts of me have,” he said with a smirk, “other parts were already grown up. Perhaps you’d remember better if you saw, well, ‘all’ of me.”

    “Yes,” I agreed, quickly, “that might be, umm, helpful.” I smiled up at him.

    He grinned back. “Let’s get out of here,” he suggested, boldly. I could see he was very excited.

    “I’ll have to tell my coach I’m leaving,” I said. His smile beamed at me. I had not said “no.”

    * * * * *

    “Let’s stop by my place,” Andy was saying as he drove along a busy street, “so I can pick up some money. Ok?”

    “Sure,” I agreed. “Do you live on campus?”

    “No, I share an apartment with some teammates.” His eyes were on the road. In profile, he was breathtakingly handsome. I could hardly believe my good fortune, feeling almost swept off my feet by this sexy athlete.

    “You’re very big,” I observed. “Are you on the football team?”

    “Oh, no,” he laughed, “everyone asks us that. We’re the backbone of the lacrosse team. This year’s champions.” He looked over at me proudly.

    “That’s terrific. But, what do you mean ‘we’re the backbone’? Who’s ‘we’?”

    “Me and my three roommates,” he replied. Then, slowing the car, he added, “And here we are. Maybe you’ll get to meet a couple of ’em.” He pulled over and parked the car. “Come on up for a minute.” He smiled. It was very disarming.

    At his apartment, we entered a small foyer and then a large living room. The furnishings were so odd I wanted to ask, Who’s your decorator?, but I held my tongue. There was a long bar on one side of the room, but no stools, a couple of low, couches that looked like narrow beds, and, covering a large portion of the parquet flooring was what looked like a large wrestling mat. A few giant posters of nearly nude, athletic males were on the walls. The impression was one of very raw, masculine quarters, with little pretext of civilization. Somehow, it made me feel just a little uneasy.

    Andy, who had taken off his jacket as we came in, walked over to the bar. He beckoned me over. “Let’s have a drink,” he suggested, and began fiddling with glasses after turning on a stereo. Rock music thumped quietly throughout the big room. “And, hey, take off that coat and tie, man. Relax.” With that, he pulled off his tie and opened a few buttons on his shirt.

    “Well… I…” I hesitated, wondering what was happening, “…I thought we were going to go someplace where we could…” my voice trailed off.

    “…see some parts of me you’d remember?” he said huskily, finishing the sentence for me. I guess I must have blushed again. He came out from behind the bar, put an arm around my shoulder in a familiar and friendly way, tightened his grip in a kind of hug, and said, “We’re in no hurry, are we?” He smiled. The nearness of him, the overwhelming sexuality of his physical presence, and the continual undercurrent of sexual innuendo, all acted upon me like an aphrodisiac. I felt myself growing hard.

    “No,” I agreed, “I guess we’re not in any hurry. It’s just that…” I couldn’t finish my sentence.

    “…I turn you on,” he whispered, finishing it for me in the most blatantly sexual way.

    “Yes,” I whispered back, admitting the truth. His smile faded as his head moved closer to mine and his lips formed a pucker. He’s going to kiss me! I thought with great excitement, watching his mouth move closer. Our lips touched, lightly at first. My eyes closed, my arm went around his waist feeling the strength of his body, my breathing stopped and my heart pounded. It was an unforgettable moment as our powerful bodies pressed together. His thick lips were strong, warm and insistent. His tongue started to snake out against my lips, seeking an opening.

    “Well, well!” someone said from behind me. “What goin’ on here?” It was a deeply masculine voice with a lilt that sounded intrigued, not scandalized. But it came as a great shock to me. Andy held the kiss for a moment longer and then released me. As I took a step back, I noticed a long bulge in Andy’s gray slacks. My heart pounded faster. I looked around.

    A dark-haired, handsome young man was leaning against the wall at the doorway of the hallway leading into the interior of the apartment, grinning at us. He was taller than Andy, wore a very short pair of blue shorts and a gray, athletic T-shirt cut high to show off a muscular and trim midriff, and he was bare-footed. He looked as though he had just been working out. Every muscle seemed full and distinct on his solid frame. His arms and thighs were truly beautiful, gleaming with strength and vitality.

    “Matt,” Andy said, “this is Jack. Jack, this is my roommate, Matt. He’s a member of our team.”

    Matt pushed himself lazily from the wall and moved towards us gracefully. He put out his hand and said, “Hello, Jack. I guess any friend of Andy’s…” he smiled, showing straight white teeth.

    I’m sure I blushed again, but I grasped his hand firmly and shook it. He returned the grip strongly. I caught him looking at my crotch and then at Andy’s. The look was very blatant. “What have you two fuckers been up to, anyway?” he asked boldly.

    “Matt,” Andy announced, “this is THE Jack I’ve been telling you about.”

    I was dumbfounded.

    “He IS?!” Matt responded, sounding impressed.

    “Yeah,” Andy answered with a soft sigh, “the best fuckin’ cocksucker I’ve ever come across!” He sounded very sincere.

    My mouth dropped open.

    “Wow!” Matt said in awe. Almost unconsciously he dropped a hand into his crotch and adjusted something.

    I backed a bit away from the two of them, startled by the openness of the comment. I wondered what the relationship between the two of them was. I wondered if I was coming between them. I felt very nervous. Yet, I had to admit I had been given a very interesting compliment. “How… Umm…” I was hesitant to ask. “Why do you say that?” I asked Andy. They both laughed, as they perceived my discomfort.

    “Hell, man,” Matt explained, “Andy said he got a blowjob from you at noon almost every Tuesday and Thursday for the entire year he was at your school. Don’t you remember? You’d be surprised how often he’s told us about you.”

    Memory flooded back to me. As a freshman, I had spent, among other times, lunch hour on Tuesdays and Thursdays in one of the library’s men’s rooms. I occupied the middle of three booths. It had a busy glory hole in each wall. Within a week or so, I knew I was giving head to a number of regulars, two or three of whom I came to know personally. Some, however, and now I was sure Andy was one of them, came regularly but never wanted to show their faces or let me get to know them. Of all of them, there was one I would never forget. He had one of the nicest cocks I’ve ever sucked. It was long, thick, straight, circumcised, very white when fully aroused as if engorgement so stiffened the weapon that blood was drawn from the surface of the cock, and so lacking in extra skin it took on a beautifully streamlined, finely sculptured look that was breathtaking. The head was unusually large, thickly flanged, wonderfully smooth and fiery red. The cock was very stiff yet easily suckable. It tasted clean and fresh each time I sucked it. His heavy scrotum and big balls were always pushed through the giant glory hole, too, for additional pleasure. I wondered if Andy’s cock was the one I was remembering.

    “Oooh,” I said, quietly, “I think I do remember.”

    “Oooh,” Matt mimicked, with a chuckle, “He ‘thinks’ he remembers.” His fist was still in his crotch and he was working up an obvious erection in the flimsy shorts. “Why don’t you help out his memory, Andy? Whip out the ol’ monster and see if he recognizes it or knows what to do with it.”

    “Oh, he knows what to do with it, alright,” Andy replied, “don’t worry about that. But, don’t you think, right now, he seems a little shy?”

    “Who’s shy?” another voice boomed from the doorway. I glanced over. Another tall, muscular athlete stood in the doorway – another truly breath-taking specimen. He had on a white T-shirt and a pair of blue shorts like Matt’s. He too was bare-footed. He moved towards us and I noticed what muscular thighs he had. They were so large they made his waist look very slim. His chest filled the T-shirt to the bursting point, his pecs and hard nipples clearly defined beneath the thin cloth. He, too, was extremely handsome. I was astounded.

    Now, I’m over six feet tall. These three were all at least three or four inches taller. I’m well developed. These three were like six of me in that they were so large. I felt intimidated by their combined size, which was very unlike me. I guess one-on-one I’d feel confident, but three big bruisers like this made me leery of them. I hadn’t felt so defenseless since I was a teenager fucking around with older boys.

    Andy turned to look and said, “Oh, Walt, there you are. Come meet an old friend of mine. You’ll remember me talking about him. It’s Jack, the guy from the library I told you about.” Andy looked at me with a smile and said, “Jack, this is Walt, another team member.”

    “Jack!” Walt said with surprise, his eyes opening widely. “Fuck, I never thought I’d get to meet YOU.” He smiled right at me, came over to me and stuck out his hand. I shook it. He shook mine with apparent eagerness, enveloping it with both his hands. I was amazed. “Sometimes,” he admitted, “I thought Andy was talkin’ about you just to get us all hot and bothered. I wasn’t sure you really existed. It’s great to meet you!” He turned to Andy and said, “You didn’t tell us he was so good looking.”

    Andy handed me a drink. Everything seemed to be happening so quickly, I didn’t have time to dwell on Walt’s comments. Hot and bothered?, I asked myself. In my nervousness, I took a big gulp of the drink. It was almost pure vodka mixed with a few drops of orange juice. I choked and gagged and almost dropped the glass.

    Walt slapped me on the back with affectionate gusto. “Go down the wrong tube, boy?” he asked with a laugh.

    “Yeah, I guess so,” I managed to respond, hoarsely. “Got to be careful of the tubes,” I added with a weak grin.

    They laughed. Andy took a big swig of his drink as Matt made four more drinks at the bar. He sipped on his own and handed one to Walt, who downed it with one swallow.

    Walt, his face flush from the drink, asked me, “You still hang out at that library?” He grinned in a friendly way, and slipped a hand into the waistband of his shorts. His meaning was obvious. I wondered just what I should do.

    “It’s still there,” I answered, trying to be evasive.

    “Those big glory holes Andy’s been telling us about still there, too?”

    “Yeah, they sure are.”

    “I’d sure like to visit your school once,” Walt admitted. “Andy’s said they are great glory holes.”

    “Yeah,” I agreed. “They were designed by the campus doctor,” I informed them.

    The three of them looked at me in amazement. “They were?” they asked in unison.

    Then, before I could reply, Andy broke in and said, “Wait a minute. Do you mean the doctor who gives the physicals to the athletes?”

    “He’s the one,” I answered, knowing that Andy now remembered him.

    “Fuck, he gave me a blowjob while he examined me.”

    “How was it?” Matt asked, excitedly.

    “He was good, as I recall.” He thought about it for a moment, remembering. “Yeah, he was very good,” he added. The bulge in his gray slacks had not diminished. In fact, it seemed to have grown much larger.

    “He had an almost perfect record with the athletes,” I volunteered.

    “What do you mean,” one of them asked.

    “He boasted that, well, EVERY athlete he examined let him give him a blowjob. He’s quite proud of his record. And he knowingly designed the glory holes on campus so that maximum pleasure could be attained from both sides of the wall. He really knew what he was doing.” I took another swig of my drink, feeling a little light-headed.

    Walt seemed far more focused on those glory holes than either of the other two were, and asked, “You still visit ’em regular?” He grinned. His entire hand was now inside his shorts.

    I took a deep breath. “I do my best,” I admitted. My cock throbbed in my trousers at the admission. It was obvious that I couldn’t deny being a cocksucker, I was just fearful of getting on the wrong side of these big guys.

    “Why don’t we ‘pretend’ we’ve got one, right here?” Walt suggested.

    “Say, that’s a great idea!” Andy agreed enthusiastically.

    “Yeah!” Matt added in agreement, his hand still fondling his now bulging crotch.

    “You mean pretend there’s a glory hole right here?” I asked, seemingly stupidly, playing dumb. I needed to get their full understanding that if I’d give each a blowjob, they wouldn’t get pissed off at me. I didn’t want this to turn into a no holds barred gang bang, either. Rules had to be established. Agreements had to be reached. I’d seen horny fellows revert to cretinism after orgasm. I didn’t need any problems.

    Walt interpreted my question from another direction. “Well,” he said, “we could find a large piece of cardboard, or something, and make a hole in it, if you’d feel more at ease behind a ‘wall’ or something’.” He looked concerned for my best interests.

    The three of us started to chuckle at his suggestion, then to laugh. It really sounded funny, for some reason. It broke down my reserve and I began to enjoy the company of these sexy men. Andy handed me another drink. I took at stiff slug of it. This time it went down smoothly. I was getting a little tipsy. I was tingling all over and my inhibitions were falling faster than my pants. Oh, someone had loosened my belt, I noticed, and my pants were falling.

    “Let’s get naked!” Matt said excitedly, tugging off his T-shirt. I watched in fascination as his muscular chest was exposed. Andy was slowly unbuttoning his shirt and opening it. He, too, displayed an incredibly well developed chest with rounded pecs of perfect symmetry, wonderfully tanned sheen, and glowing strength.

    Walt was undressing me, though I wasn’t paying too much attention as I watched the two men strip in front of me. In a flash, Matt’s shorts were off and his growing erection was flopping before me, long, thick and exciting. Andy was more plodding in his manner, carefully folding his shirt and then his pants and laying them on the bar. He wore white jockey shorts of a type that lifted the genitals upwards, like a jockstrap, and made everything seem larger. His erection was poking out the waistband of the shorts. It looked huge. He stripped off his socks. Then, looking me in the eye, as Walt tugged down my shorts, Andy pushed his own shorts down to his knees. My cock sprang to rigid attention. Andy’s pulsated in front of him and, as he looked me over, grew to such stiff rigidity that the shaft turned to that engorged sheen of white I recognized from a school year of display in the glory hole. The cockhead blossomed to huge engorgement. Big balls in a giant sac completed the picture. Yes, I had made love to that cock for the whole school year, I recalled, no doubt about it. I trembled with anticipation as I realized I was about to have it in my mouth to love again.

    Movement at my side caught my attention. It was Walt, undressing. His T-shirt flew off and his shorts slid down with ease. He was nude. His cock was rigid. It wasn’t as huge as Andy’s or as large as mine, but it was thick and long and fat and red and oozing precum and looking delicious. Big balls swayed beneath the big cock. He grabbed them in his left hand and encircled the shaft of his cock with his right. He began a slow, erotic masturbation as I watched in fascination. He danced a bit to move in front of me, flaunting the marvelous set of organs at me. It was a very sexy dance, timed to the pounding of the rock music in the background. I was enticed by his masculine manner and open sexuality. “Do me,” he whispered, pushing his hand to the base of his cock and waggling it as I stared at it, “I want to find out if you’re really as good as Andy says you are.”

    “Yeah,” Matt sighed, “do him, first. I wanna watch this.” He moved closer. He was pumping a very large cock slowly. I looked at it and felt a thump in my belly for the lust I felt for this handsome young man.

    I glanced at Andy. He was a perfect picture of the aroused male. Face flushed, breathing rapid, nipples hard, stomach drawn in, hips shifted forward, cock standing tall, balls tight below. My cock throbbed at the sight of him. He smiled as he saw my reaction. “Oh, yeah,” he sighed in agreement, “suck Walt first. He always comes the fastest and then outlasts the lot of us.” It was a sexy instruction. Briefly, I wondered how he came to know “he always comes the fastest and then outlasts the lot of us”, because it seemed such intimate knowledge, but I turned back to look at Walt. He looked ready. He was very eager.

    Andy moved in closer as I leaned over in front of Walt. I was surprised to feel the buoyancy of the mat beneath me. The thought, I could stand on this thing all night, went through my mind, followed by, and I might have to! I put a hand on Walt’s naked hip and he sighed with pleasure. I leaned in to take in the sights of his vibrant crotch and the smells of its masculine, heady odors. I wanted to suck cock.

    I slowly leaned in towards the thick weapon, delighting in the inviting shift of his body, the sexy spread of his legs, the swaying balls, as he anticipated contact with my hot mouth. I marveled that here I was, about to lick the head of a big dick right in front of two on-lookers who were awaiting their turns. I couldn’t recall such open, uninhibited sex since some episodes of group sex I’d had in the army, and a couple at college. But in the army, it had been furtive and fast. Now, here, it was relaxed, anticipated, enjoyed and mature. We all knew what we were doing and what we wanted. The vodka I’d drunk just seemed to relax me completely yet make me very horny. I wanted to suck cock. I needed to suck cock!

    “Ahhh,” Walt sighed as my tongue lapped tentatively at the inverted “V” of his cockhead. He tasted great: masculine, salty, and raw. Not bathed, soapy, and perfumed. He smelled great, too. My tongue slid around the corona roughly, feeling the contours of the heavily flanged cockhead and enjoying the textures of the penis. I sucked in the entire glans, filling my mouth. My tongue swirled and swirled. He hissed with pleasure. I was sucking cock.

    I popped off of the cock and it vibrated solidly in front of me as I looked up at him. “Man, you taste so good,” I said sincerely.

    “Yeah,” Walt sighed, proudly. “Suck it, Jack!” He thrust his hips towards me, anxious to get his cock back into my mouth. I noticed Matt sigh with excitement and glanced over to see him jacking off slowly, erotically. I sucked Walt’s thick organ in with a noisy slurp and forced my mouth down over the weapon. It felt terrific. I withdrew and pushed forward, again and again, getting more and more of the cock into my mouth. It pushed against the back of my throat. I relaxed and let it penetrate deeply. I withdrew and pushed forward and felt the entire cockhead slide down into my throat.

    Walt groaned with pleasure. Matt said excitedly, “Look at that cock disappear!” Andy sighed, “Suck it, man!” to encourage me.

    Little encouragement was needed for either Walt or myself. When he realized that I was easily able to handle his big meat, and that I was capable of deep-throating it with no trouble, he began a series of pokes and jabs, humps and thrusts, and really brought his whole body into the performance. He danced in as close as he could, his muscular thighs pushing against me, his abdomen flush against my forehead, his hands holding my head in a frenzied grip. He was looking down, not missing a thing as he watched his cock being fucked deeply into me, being pulled out to the flanges of the cockhead, and then being fucked deeply into me again, and again, and again!

    “Fuck! Look at this, you guys,” he called out, “he’s got me IN all the way. Look at this! Oh! Look at this! Oh! Look at this!” Each time he said, “Look at this” he pulled out. Each time he said “Oh” he buried his cock in my throat. With each thrust, my forehead pounded noisily against his hard belly plates, my nose flattened against pubic bone, and my chin thudded against by his heavy balls. We were in tune. Pleasing each other. Going straight for the gold.

    “Christ!” Matt said, “Look at ’em do it! What a fuckin’ sight!”

    “Yeah,” Andy agreed excitedly. “I told you this guy was a great cocksucker.”

    When he heard the word “cocksucker”, Walt stiffened, deep inside me. “That’s right,” he whispered huskily, “he is a cocksucker.” He humped even more stiffly. “A great cocksucker!” He humped stiffly, again. “A great cocksucker who’s gonna take my load!” He humped, stiffened and shot off in my throat as he emphasized the word “load”.

    I struggled against his strong grip to get the cockhead up into my mouth. I wanted to taste his cum. He seemed to understand and relaxed his hold. I tugged on his balls and reveled in the feel of cum shooting into my mouth. I swallowed, and then, sliding my hand up onto the shaft, pulled away and let a secondary shot of sperm spray me in the face. The three of them gasped at the sexy sight. Immediately, I took the cock back in and gave it a series of deep-throating sucks that caused Walt to buck and hump in ecstasy, until finally he begged me to let up. I relaxed, not letting him pull out, but enjoying the shudders and quakes that shook him as his orgasm faded. His hands caressed my shoulders lovingly as he quieted down. With a loud sigh, he tugged his cock out of my mouth and staggered back a few steps, caught by both Andy and Matt on each side of him, who steadied him.

    “My God!” Matt said in awe. “I don’t believe it. I could FEEL your orgasm, man.” He sighed, then remembering, said excitedly, “Did you see his cum hit Jack right in the face? Wow!”

    Walt took a series of deep breaths, regaining control, and announced, “You were right, Andy. He really IS a great cocksucker!” He smiled down at me tenderly.

    “Let me be next,” Matt said in a pleading tone. “I’m about to shoot off just from watching these two go at it. Okay, Andy?” I saw that his large cock was seeping voluminous amounts of precum, coating the glans and slowly sliding down the shaft. He had stopped jacking it, fearing he’d come, I was sure.

    “Go for it, Matt,” Andy said calmly, “he can take as much as we can give ‘im.” He grinned as Matt moved towards me. What I saw was Matt’s cock moving towards me. Its quivering, shining stiffness fascinated me. But I wondered if Andy’s comment was a put-down and glanced up at him.

    He’d been watching me stare at Matt’s cock. His eyebrows shot up as he saw me looking at him. He grinned. “Glad you’re not making a liar out of me, Jack,” he told me. “From Walt’s reaction, I think he’d confirm that you’re the best cocksucker he’s ever met, too.”

    “Ahh, that’s the truth,” Walt confirmed sincerely. “I’ve never before felt pressures on the entire length of my dick, like that. I’ve never felt such strong pressures like that. I didn’t want it to stop. It was fantastic!”

    “I think you’ve found another steady customer, Jack. Just like I was in my freshman year,” Andy announced. “My only disappointment in transferring to a college with a better lacrosse team, was breaking my routine contacts with you.” His admission delighted me. I wondered why he hadn’t said something to me at the time. Why had he chosen to remain one of the anonymous steadies?

    Matt’s cock pressing against my face interrupted my thoughts. I opened my mouth and lapped at his balls. They squirmed with delight and I continued bathing them with my tongue. Suddenly, Matt stiffened and pulled back as we heard a key turn in the lock. Oh, oh, I thought, this must mean trouble.

    I looked towards the foyer and saw yet another tall, handsome, semi-nude, young man come into the room. When he saw us he stopped dead in his tracks. He was wearing only a small pair of running shorts and a pair of running shoes without socks. He seemed slimmer than the others, but just as sexy.

    “Wow!” was the first thing he said, stretching out the word in amazement. The naked four of us must have made quite an unexpected sight, especially with me leaning over in front of Matt in such a compromising position.

    “Jack, this is Mike,” Andy said. Mike looked at me there, naked with a throbbing hardon and grinned. “Mike,” Andy went on, “this is the Jack I’ve been telling you about. I was lucky. I met him at the awards, tonight. Isn’t this great?”

    Walt interrupted and added, “We decided to pretend we had a glory hole here, Mike. Find out what he’s like. Jack’s just what Andy’s been telling us. A world class cocksucker. I know,” he admitted, rubbing his slowly re-inflating cock, “he just gave me the blowjob of my life. You’ve gotta try it.”

    Mike smiled at me and looked me in the eye. “I’ve been out running. Should I shower, or do ya like ’em natural?” he asked me. He kicked off his shoes and came over to us.

    “Natural!” both Andy and Walt chimed in together, answering for me. I glanced up at Andy, wondering why he’d said that. He grinned at me. “Spice is the variety of life, man. You know you’ll love a little sweat.” I couldn’t disagree but wondered how he knew so much about it.

    My thoughts were stopped as Matt leaned his crotch back into my face. His cock was still as stiff and throbbing as ever, still oozing precum, and looked set for blast off. I opened my mouth to it, hooking a finger around the stiff shaft to aim the cockhead. It was larger than Walt’s but slid in smoothly. Matt sucked in his breath noisily as the pleasures of my sucking were felt. “Oooh,” he sighed, “this feels wonderful!”

    I saw Mike in the corner of my eye removing his running shorts. Beneath it he had on a small swimmer’s jock. He left it on and squatted down right next to Matt and me to get a close up view of the action. I liked that. It seemed very friendly, and sexy. I wanted to please him and give him a show worth remembering, so I put on my very best display of deep-throating cocksucking. I drew Matt’s cock in to the very hilt, so deep Mike could see nothing but my face pressed against Matt’s fine abs, then pulling back to the very tip, almost letting the cock pop out of my mouth before sucking it back down to the hilt again. And again. And again. Over and over. Joining with Matt in a wonderfully steady, full stroked connection. It was great!

    “Jesus!” Mike sighed, “What a sight. Look at this cocksucker handle Matt’s big meat with such ease. Fuck! It looks so sexy, I think I’m gonna cream my jockstrap!”

    I glanced sideways at him, quickly, not diminishing my efforts on Matt’s cock. His squatting figure with his knees spread wide showed a bulging jock-pouch pushed halfway down an incredibly thick cockshaft. It was a heart-stopping sight. For a moment, I thought I’d come just looking at it. I don’t know what I had been expecting from this slim, handsome fellow, but such a broad, big tool was a surprise. I had to concentrate on relaxing. I had not been jacking off, knowing I’d shoot too quickly, but my cock was so stiff and strained that it almost hurt. My reactions must have caused an increase in my suction, because Matt started to groan.

    “Oh. Oh. Oh,” he began repeating over and over. With each “Oh” he humped his hips at me, forcing himself into me completely.

    “Wow!” Mike said softly, and he reached out and slid his hand up the back of Matt’s thigh and onto his buttocks. Matt stiffened. The touch of Mike’s hand put him over the brink and he came. After the first two deep spurts, I backed off, aimed the cock at my mouth, flattened my tongue and let two more spurts fly from Matt’s cock directly onto my tongue. It gave the three on-lookers, but especially Mike, a terrific look at Matt’s erupting cock and gooey white cum, before I sucked the cock back in and swallowed it and the cum down my throat.

    “Fuck!” Mike said. “Did you guys see that?” He looked up at Andy and Walt. Walt’s reinvigorated cock was inches from his face and he looked startled to find it so close. He quickly glanced back at me. His face flushed. I raised and lowered my eyebrows a couple of times as I continued to milk Matt dry, letting Mike know I liked what I saw. He grinned at me, but he watched Matt with eyes that grew wide as his spent but still stiff large cock was slowly withdrawn.

    As Matt backed away with a sigh on contentment, I stood up and stretched. My erection pulsated in front of Mike’s still squatting figure. He stared at it in fascination. It was almost as large as Andy’s, was oozing precum, and looked ready to explode. I had a feeling Mike might like to take a few laps at it but we both got diverted when Andy asked, “What about you, Mike?” The question hung in the air. Did Andy sense Mike’s interest in my cock, too, I wondered, or was he just suggesting that Mike fuck my mouth next.

    Mike rose up next to me. His jockstrap got pushed down even further on the cockshaft as he stood. The sight of him was very appealing. He glanced at Andy and then said to me, “I’m gonna shoot, man. This is about the sexiest scene I’ve ever witnessed, and it got me so hot to trot.”

    I turned towards him and squatted down, tugging on both sides of his jock as I did, uncovering his big balls in the process. For a slim man, he had a very thick cock. It appeared disproportional to his fine body, but delightfully so. I glanced up at Andy. His cock was still as stiff as ever. He’s very patient, I thought.

    I sniffed at Mike’s crotch as I leaned in, expecting some rank smells from the sweaty athlete, but was surprised and pleased to discover those heady, rich odors of healthy, fresh sweat and hot cock – masculine, appealing and tantalizing. My saliva glands set off a heavy flow at the smell – a true aphrodisiac! I cupped his heavy balls and tugged him towards my mouth. He leaned in cooperatively and jabbed his hips at me. I spend time lapping at the salty sac with a deep appreciation of his delicious taste. I bobbed upwards to capture the head of his cock and sucked a good portion of the organ into my eager mouth. The thickness of the weapon stretched my lips. He humped and pumped his whole body at me, trying to get the entire cock into me all at once, shuffling his feet to move in even closer. He was enthusiastic in his efforts. I loved it!

    “That’s it,” Walt whispered huskily, watching the action, “fuck that cocksucker’s mouth, man.”

    “Yeah,” Matt agreed, “pound it to ‘im.”

    But, to me, Andy said, excitedly, “Suck that cock!”

    Mike picked up on that and hissed, “Yessss,” drawing out the word in obvious sexual ecstasy, “Suck my cock! Suck it good, man. That’s it. That’s it, take all of it down your fuckin’ throat. Oooh, man, that feels so good.”

    Having already sucked two big cocks, I was able to accommodate Mike’s thick meat with less difficulty than I had anticipated. No doubt, the semen in my mouth and throat made the difference. The drinks I’d had were having their effects, too, freeing me of my usual constraints and fears, and allowing me to enjoy thoroughly the unreserved, public sexuality of these men. In the back of my mind, sure, I may have felt I was being used, overwhelmed, and maybe being taken advantage of by the four of them, but their spirit of open friendliness and frank enjoyment of my talents for cocksucking put me at ease. I was having the time of my life, although, idly, I wondered what it would have been like had I not been a willing participant in this group sex. The thought of being forced to perform for them wasn’t exactly the turn off I might have once expected it to be.

    As I was taking care of Mike, Walt slowly moved around us to stand, first at my side, and then behind me, looking over my shoulder as it were. He seemed particularly fascinated by the action. I felt his knee press against my buttocks as I squatted before Mike, then felt his hand on my shoulder as he leaned in over me to watch. Then I felt his head next to mine as he moved in to get a really good look. The pressures he exerted on me were stimulating. I worked harder to give Mike a terrific time and to display to Walt the finer techniques of deep-throated cocksucking. I bobbed on the large cock and on upward movements, felt Walt’s fat weapon slid against my back erotically. Walt seemed to appreciate the enjoyment of the intimate contact and began to press against me more sensuously. His other hand moved to his cock and he pressed it against me more urgently, sliding the big organ back and forth as I moved up and down. I pushed back against him. It felt wonderful.

    Mike groaned, directly watching the loving contact between Walt and me below his very eyes. “Look at these two fuck around,” he whispered huskily. Suddenly, every muscle on his finely developed frame tensed. He fucked cock into my face with a final thrust, and he came. I rose up to hold the spewing cockhead in my mouth, tasting his terrific semen and, as I did so, Walt slid his cock downward and poked it between the cheeks of my ass. I would have said something had I been able to open my mouth at that moment. But I was too busy handling Mike’s extremely heavy load, swallowing as fast as I could. It was great!

    As soon as Mike withdrew, and before I could compose myself and move free of Walt’s probing, hot meat, Andy stepped into my face. There it was. The one cock I really loved. Vibrating solidly, rigidly, eagerly in front of me. Without thinking I moved towards it. But Andy backed a step or two away. I leaned further, still supporting Walt’s weight with his hand on my shoulder, but Andy took yet another step back. I straightened up from the squat, leaning over in order to reach Andy’s cock, feeling Walt almost lying on top of me, his sticky cockhead poking at my asshole, when suddenly Walt realized what was happening. He straightened his arm, pushing himself off of my back, grabbed my hips and thrust his stiff erection at me.

    I looked up at Andy’s face. He was intently watching Walt’s action. He caught my look and grinned, grabbed his cock and pointed it at my mouth. “Want it?” he asked tauntingly. I realized his question included both my wanting his cock in my mouth and Walt’s cock in my ass.

    “Yes!” I agreed quickly.

    He pressed forward and the smooth, thick prick slid easily into my eager mouth. At last, I sighed to myself, recognizing the wonderful contours of the familiar organ, tasting its clean flavors over the tastes of semen in my mouth, and remembering how easily suckable it was. During such a complete divergence of my attention, Walt thrust his fat cockhead into me past my sphincter. I reacted to the unexpected fullness by trying to stand up, but Andy put both hands on my shoulders, holding me down, and humped more of his fine cock into me. I calmed down.

    “Fuck! Is he tight!” Walt announced. “Oooh, is he hot!”

    “Look at that!” Matt said in awe, standing to one side of us slowly beating his meat.

    “Yeah!” Mike sighed in agreement, “What a fuckin’ sight!” He was on the other side of us and had squatted down to get a closer look at the action. I was able to take a quick glance at him and noticed he was eyeing my straining, leaking erection with interest. I took my left hand from Andy’s hip and tried to point my stiff cock at Mike, waggling it enticingly. I saw his eyes open with surprise.

    “Go for it!” Andy encouraged from above, seeing the interest in Mike’s face.

    Walt had been waiting for me to adjust to the penetration and accommodate his fat cock, and realized what was happening. “Right on,” he agreed. “Take it, man. If I wasn’t so preoccupied, I’d lap it up, myself.”

    “You would?” two of them asked in unison.

    “Fuck, yes,” Walt answered immediately, “he’s as hot to trot as we are, can’t you see that? He’s gonna bust a nut any second now. No harm in helpin’ him out. Is there?”

    “No, but we’ve never really gone much beyond just jackin’ off together,” Matt announced. It gave me a mental picture of these four in a circle jerk together that almost made me shoot my load right then and there.

    “Well, tonight’s the night, then, fellows,” Walt told them, “and I can’t think of a better way to begin than takin’ this sexy guy’s hot load. Look what he’s been doin’ for us. Go to it Mike. It might choke you, but it won’t hurt. And I do believe you’ll find it interestin’.”

    “Yeah,” Andy agreed enthusiastically, “do it and tell us what you think of it.”

    “Yeah,” Matt added, “see how much you’ll like it.” Something in his voice indicated envy, a kindred spirit. Getting any of these four alone for lovemaking would prove liberating, I was certain.

    The brief conversation about it didn’t relax my efforts to give complete enjoyment to Andy and Walt. By now, Andy was deep within my throat and Walt had slowly inched himself into my rectum. As they saw Mike lean down at my waist to move closer to my cockhead, they stiffened and thrust deeper.

    “That’s it,” Andy encouraged.

    “Do it!” Walt commanded.

    “Oh!” Matt sighed with feeling. He was beating his meat near my shoulder, leaning in to watch Mike’s approach from the other side of my body. I released my cock and slid my left hand up his thigh till it slid onto his balls. He stopped pumping and dropped his fist from his cock. I took over the masturbation, blindly but caressingly, noting that the organ was slick with oozing precum. It felt marvelous in my hand and I liked the fact that Matt was not being left out of the group.

    Mike’s stiff, butch haircut tickled exotically against my belly as he leaned in to reach my erection. He suctioned in the plump glans in one movement and with great pressure. If he were inexperienced, I wouldn’t have known it from the pleasures that enveloped me. His hot, moist, rough tongue swirled a couple of times around the extremely sensitive cockhead. My body rose to those peaks of unforgettable ecstasy where my sucking becomes so frenzied no cock is able to withstand the attack without unloading its juices and where my rectal control exerts such delightful pressures no cock can withhold delivering its prize. My orgasm was just beginning to churn through my body when I felt a splat of semen on my back from the thick weapon in my hand and I blasted off into Mike’s mouth.

    The sight of Matt’s cum on my back also lifted both Andy and Walt to complete fulfillment. Andy was in so deep that I couldn’t taste his cum. Walt was humping so deeply I thought I felt his cum fill my chest. It was wonderful! One of the best orgasms of my life, enhanced by an understanding that I had been a catalyst for the expansion of the sexual horizons of these four sexy men. And Mike was taking my entire load without hesitation, swallowing between spurts. If it were really his first load, I knew he wouldn’t want it to be his last.

    Amid the huffing and puffing, the bumping and grinding, the stretching and relaxing, the eventual wind-down from orgasm, I sensed changes had occurred. All of us seemed more at ease with one another. We disconnected slowly, talking excitedly about the heady pleasures of our group sex. An aura of deep friendliness permeated the easy banter. At their suggestion, and with fresh drinks in hand, we all went into an unusually large master bathroom to shower together. Two or even three of us at a time crowded into the shower stall as the others watched. The room was mirrored and well lit and we studied one another as we cleaned up, soaping each other’s backs, while continually expressing our pleasure at the evening’s developments.

    Once again, though, it occurred to me that this could have turned out much differently had I been an unwilling partner to their demanding young hormonal drives. What would have happened, I wondered, had Andy picked up someone less willing to go along with the high-spirited sex play? The question intrigued me. I had to admit to myself that, somehow, I felt a certain fascination for the fantasy of being forced to service these big sexy bruisers.

    But the evening wasn’t over. The showers were not meant to be a conclusion to our sexual activity, I realized, just a pause, a refresher. I still wanted to see if Andy’s earlier comment that Walt “outlasts” everyone would prove true. After two orgasms, he was still flaunting a strong erection in the shower. Mike was hard, too. So was Matt, and, well, so was I! The night was young and I figured I’d be lucky to get out of there by daybreak. Andy smiled at me through the mirror, his beautiful cock back on the rise again, and I knew I didn’t give a damn when I got out of there. This is where I wanted to be. This is where we ALL wanted to be.

    We toweled off and, at my request, formed a circle in the bright, mirrored room. We had the stirrings of a circle-jerk – just long enough to burn into my memory the scene of the five of us jacking off together – before someone else decided to test the tightness of my ass and another wanted to experience once again the strength of my suctioning throat. I was delighted to oblige and was fascinated to see how even more lascivious it all seemed reflected in the mirrors where I could observe the action from every angle. Although baseball has always been my game, lacrosse began to look very interesting that night.

  • My First Trainer

    Hello Little Demons,

    I’m pretty darn excited to be giving you guys Part Three of My First Trainer. Trust me I’m finally getting to the good stuff which is why this chapter’s gonna be a bit longer than my other ones so bare with me (again). Hope you guys like it and once again I appreciate any comments you guys leave. Let me know what you guys think about this one.

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    I pull the door open to the NY Gentlemen’s Gym of Queens and immediately the cool air hits my face and it feels amazing seeing as how I had built up a sweat jogging from my apartment to here in less than 15 minutes.

    I walk up to the registers booth and the gentlemen there tells me to go ahead and go into Office D, Chase is already expecting me.

    Great, I think. It’s time to get this over with.

    I’ve never really been much of the outdoors or even athlete type of guy. I’m more the artistic type. Now don’t get me wrong, I’ve never been called a nerd once in my life, but I’m more recognized for being the creative kind of guy. Anyways this would be my first time going to a gym regularly, I’ve gone in the past but was never inspired to do anything more than just a few workouts and then go home. But I’m really anxious and ready to have the body I’ve always dreamed of.

    As I’m walking to Chase’s office something out of the corner of my eye catches my attention. Now I can always tell when I’m being watched or when someone is just staring at me. When I turn I see this big, definitely steroid abuser type bulky kind of guy just eyeing me down like I’m some sort of piece of meat. It really creeps me out and automatically his nickname becomes Beefy, but I quickly forget about it when all of sudden I feel like I’ve walked into a solid wall.

    “Whoa! You okay there?,” is all I hear as I’m knocked down to the ground.

    I look up and see Chase and realize that I must’ve bumped into him while I was looking behind me.

    “Yeah, I’m fine,” I say. Even though I know my arm will probably bruise in the morning. Wow this guy is seriously ripped. It literally felt like I walked into a wall when we “bumped” into each other.

    “I’m so sorry Tyler. I didn’t even see you there I guess I was too busy looking at these files from other clients. Gosh here let me help you up.”

    In one quick pull Chase has me up on my two feet again. Jeez that didn’t take much effort on his part.

    “No its okay,” I say laughing. “I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

    “Well as long as you’re okay, how about you sit down in my office and we can get started on talking about the meals I have planned out for you, the types of workouts I’ll have you get started with and we can also go ahead and get your weight, height and body fat in,” he states.

    So I go in and sit in his office while he excuses himself to go get a file he’s already gotten started for me. While he’s gone I quickly scan the office to see if theres anything interesting I can pick up on this guy. His desk is pretty bare expect for a computer, a calendar from the gym and few picture frames. I get up to take a closer look a them and the first one I see is of him in a yellow tank top squatting next to the cutest German Shephard puppy I think I’ve ever seen. It makes me smile. I love dogs and was really upset when I found out I couldn’t bring my girl Roxy with me because the campus had a strict no pets policy.

    I take a look at the next one and it shows Chase proudly drinking a beer as he stands in a boat by the pier. Wow he owns a boat? I’d only been on a boat once as a kid and I truly loved the experience.

    By the time I catch a glimpse at the last picture Chase walks in and I barely have enough time to sit down and make it look like I wasn’t snooping around. I only got to see a bit of the picture, I know I saw Chase in it but he was with a woman it seemed. A blonde one yet I didn’t get to see her face. I wondered if that was his girlfriend.

    “So I got your file. Why don’t you follow me so I can gets those stats?,” he asked.

    I agree and he goes about his job telling to stand on the scale which comes up as 130. The same its been for a couple of years now. The same goes for my weight, I stand up as tall as I can and it turns out I actually grew an inch since the last time I checked a year ago. I now stand at 5’9. Secretly I’m pretty excited, but don’t show it at all.

    Next he explains how the Body Fat Meter works. I have to squeeze the handles hard for a good 15 seconds and 17% pops up on the little screen. He tells me that thats pretty average for my build, but that we can work on that a bit.

    We head back into his office and he explains the whole process of which foods he wants me eating. We go over breakfast, lunch, dinner and even snacks. Looks like I’m gonna have to do some shopping later. He then tells me about the workout we’ll be doing today and about all the different types of workouts I’ll be doing later on during the week.

    As he’s talking I can’t help but notice the dimples he shows when he smiles or the way he randomly runs his fingers through his hair when he’s talking, but I also can’t keep my mind off of that picture on his desk.

    Why does that bother me so much? So what if he has a girlfriend? Why should that concern me? But I just can’t shake it.

    ___________________

    While he’s got me holding the push up position for what seems like an eternity I breathe out, “So Chase tell me about yourself. I mean you are my trainer now.”

    He laughs as he sees I’m sort of struggling with the position I’m in. “Just 10 more seconds man. You got this. Alright you’re right. Well let’s see. I grew up in Maryland went to elementary there, but soon my parents decided to move us to South Carolina where I just honestly felt trapped. I went to middle and high school there and when I got a scholarship to The University of California I couldn’t be more excited. It was like an answer to my prayers. You can rest now by the way. Um I graduated after 4 years, got my degree and became a certified physical trainer. Then I got offered a job in upstate New York, worked at a gym up there for about 3 years and when I heard of this place I couldn’t pass it up and I’ve been here for the past 2 years.”

    “That’s a lot of moving around,” I say.

    “Yeah but you get used to it after a while. I like traveling. I’m always looking out for some new place to visit so it wasn’t that bad. But what about you? I know you told me you’re just starting college but that’s pretty much all I know about you. Now its your turn,” he says while lightly punching me in the arm.

    “I did just start college! I’m planning on getting my Bachelor’s degree in Graphic Design. I love art and designing and all of that good stuff. People tell me I’m pretty good at it but people’s opinions are all different. I grew up in Charlotte, North Carolina. Lived there all my life so I’m just getting settled in and I still haven’t gotten used to this much city life. I stayed in North Carolina with my mom instead of with my dad after the divorce. He moved down to Florida but things ended pretty badly with the two of them and my mom got full custody of me. I’ve seen my dad here and there over the years but it just wasn’t the same as had it used to be you know?”

    “Yeah I understand. Must’ve been tough on you but like I always say Life is life and you just gotta make do with what you’ve got. Well that’s what my mom’s always said anyways,” he says chuckling.

    “Well your mom sounds like a wise woman,” I say.

    “She is. She’s great I really miss her too. I haven’t seen her in almost two years when she came up to help me move down from upstate. I think you guys would get along great. You have a lot in common actually. She loves to paint and you’ve even got the same blond hair as hers,” he says while playfully rubbing my hair.

    Blonde hair? Oh thats probably the woman in the picture on his desk! At least I hope that’s her…

    We get back to working out, or should I say my sad attempt to working out with Chase just telling me what I’m doing right and wrong and encouraging me the whole time. By the end of the hour and I’m soaked in sweat and beat.

    “For a first timer you did pretty well Tyler. Trust me I’ve seen worse come in and out of here so don’t get so down on yourself if you feel like you didn’t perform as well as you would’ve liked to. Also if you’re feeling like you hate this or you feel like its not for you, you aren’t the first. I was the same way. When I first started man I felt like giving up on more than one occasion. But if you want results you gotta keep it going, keep working out, keep eating healthy and you’ll see that in a few months you’ll actually come to love working out and you’ll feel like you can’t go throughout the day without doing it. Don’t give me that look it’s gonna happen you’ll see,” he says smiling.

    I laugh and say, “Alright I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt. Especially coming from someone your size.”

    It makes him laugh and I find myself smiling at the fact that I could make him laugh.

    “Well its 3:30. I have another appointment that ends at 5 and then I’m done for the day. How about you stick around, maybe take a few laps at the pool and we can maybe head out to my place for some beer and a movie? You seem pretty cool I’m guessing you don’t have too much friends since you just moved here right?”

    “You’re right I don’t but thanks for the offer. That sounds great I’ll do just that then. I’ll take a few laps and meet you back here at 5.”

    ______________________

    As I’m walking towards the pool at the back at the gym I’m feeling tired but sort of satisfied. Even though I can’t feel my arms, or my legs, or my whole body for that matter I’m happy that I have someone that’ll be there to push me when I won’t be able to. And now that we’re going out later to chill like a couple of buds I feel like I finally have a friend here. Maybe the Big City isn’t that bad of a place after all.

    I go to the locker rooms that are connected to the pool and set my bag down on the bench and open the nearest free locker. It’s mid day so I’m guessing most of the men that come here to work out come after 5 when they get out from work because it’s almost a ghost town in here.

    I’m the only one in here apart from someone I hear taking a shower down the hall. Feeling sure that no one is going to walk in I open my bag, take out my swimming trunks (which now I’m glad I packed) and start stripping my tank top off along with my shorts. I slip on my trunks, pack my bag, stuff it in a locker, drape my towel over my shoulders and head out to the pool.

    Theres a few men out in the pool already. Some just chilling by the pool reading a book, others doing laps and a few wading in the water. I realize all of the lanes for swimming laps are occupied so as I’m walking back I spot a jacuzzi that I had almost missed because it’s in the far corner of the room along with the steam room.

    Mmmm a jacuzzi would be great right about now especially after all the strain my body’s gone through in the past hour, I think.

    I set my towel down on a chair, kick off my flip flops and slip into the hot water. It feels amazing and soon I’m neck deep into the water of the jacuzzi which is surprisingly deep. I sit on one of the ledges in the water and rest my head back on the tile and just close my eyes and relax.

    I think an hour has passed before I feel a sudden shift in the water. It’s actually a huge shift. Damn, I’m kind of curious as to see who’s the giant who made the water move so much. I open an eye and see that I’m two feet away from Beefy. The steroid junky from earlier this afternoon. I’m a little shocked to see him sitting so close to me especially after the creepy vibe he was giving off earlier. I close my eye and pretend like I don’t notice he’s there.

    After a few minutes that same feeling from earlier hits me. I’m being watched and I know it. I open my eyes again and see that once again he’s staring at me with the same eyes as before. I don’t know how else to describe it, he’s looking at me like I’m a piece of meat that he’s just ready to devour.

    What the hell is this guy’s problem? Do I just look like Ribeye covered in A1 sauce to him or what? I give him back a stare like What? You got a problem?

    The creepiest part is that he just smirks at me like I just made his day or something and says, “See you around.” Thankfully he gets out of the water and walks back into the locker rooms.

    God what a creep. Even his voice just sent chills up my spine. I think to myself I hope today is the last day that I ever see that man again.

    After about 15 minutes I feel like it’s time to head back in to take a shower so I can be ready in time for when Chase gets done at 5. I dry myself off the best I can and head back into the locker room. Once again its ghost town central in here which I don’t mind at all. I head back to my locker and strip off my wet trunks and briefs and wrap my towel around my waist. I grab my body wash and shampoo and and clean pair of briefs and head to the showers.

    I stop at a mirror and stare at myself for a while. Even though I’m not ripped like Chase or most of the men here, I am pretty toned because I do enjoy running and jogging and like to spend time in the water when I can. So I’m not out of shape or fat, but so far I do feel comfortable in my body. I would just really like to see some abs, I think.

    I walk over to the showers and hang my towel on the rack along with my underwear. I start the water, get in and close the curtain. I’m glad this isn’t one of those gyms with the free for all no curtain showers like the ones back in high school.

    As I’m rubbing shampoo in my hair I hear someone come into the locker rooms but ignore it thinking its some guy coming in to change for his workout and continue shampooing my hair.

    The next thing I know I’m slammed up against the shower wall facing the shower head and I feel two strong hands are wrapped around my neck, so tight that I can barely breathe. I’m clawing at my attacker and try to pull his hands off of me but its no use he’s too strong for me and I start to panic.

    At this point I have shampoo going down my face and I try to open my eyes to see my attacker but the shampoo causes my eyes to burn and blur so I can’t see what going on. He turns me around and loosens his grip on my neck only to put one of his hands over my mouth and the other on my waist.

    “Daddy’s gonna love shoving this cock up your little bitch ass. You ready to take daddy’s cock up your ass? Huh you little bitch?,” the bastard whispers in ear.

    That voice. I know that voice. Oh no. Its the creepy buff guy from earlier in the jacuzzi. Now I definitely know that I have no chance against this steroid junky and what’s worse is that I’m about to get raped.

    I try to scream for help but his hand is almost as big as my whole face and he has no problem is muffling my cries for help with his enormous hand.

    “Ah, ah, ah. Theres no use in crying for help you little bitch. No ones in here and you’re gonna be my little bitch for the next hour and do as I say,” he demands.

    He pushes my legs apart with his own and brings me down on all fours and I start to cry. I could never imagine being in this situation and I have no idea what else to do. His grip is too hard and I can’t move at all.

    “Daddies gonna love shocking his cock straight up your tight boy pussy,” he breathes into my ear.

    I feel his cock brush up against my virgin asshole and just as I’m about to give up hope on everything suddenly a huge weight has been lifted off of my entire body. His hand isn’t around my mouth anymore and neither is iron grip on my waist.

    I still can’t see exactly what’s going on because I still have shampoo in my eyes but as soon as I rub my eyes and wipe away the bubbles I see Chase standing over Beefy with the scariest look I’ve ever seen on anyones face. He’s red from how furious he is and I just see him drive kick after kick to his face, stomach and even his crotch. By the time Chase is done with him he looks unrecognizable and I’m honestly terrified but so relived at the same time that he came just in time to save me from years of traumatic memories.

    I’m still lying on the floor of the shower naked and cold when he steps closer and shut the water off and wraps me in my towel.

    I cry as he holds me and tells me that everything is going to be alright now that he’s here. Its a bit awkward since I’m being held by another man, crying and half naked but I’m so shaken that I don’t even care and keep sobbing into Chase’s shoulder.

    ______________________

    “Are you sure you’re okay?,” Chase asks me after the police have all gone away and I’ve finished with all of their annoying questions.

    “Sort of. I’m still kind of shocked by what happened…”

    It was close to 8 pm by now and it had started to get dark. It took three hours for Chase to get someone to call the police, have them take Beefy (which I later found out was Gerald Greer) to a hospital under surveillance, and to question me about every single little detail of exactly what had happened. They also questioned Chase who was more than glad to tell them of how he beat the shit out of Gerald and of what he was about to do had he not showed up when he did.

    “I understand. Hey I have an idea,” Chase all of a sudden said. “Since you were supposed to come by my place later anyways and since you’re so shaken up how about you still come over and maybe crash at my place tonight. I don’t think its a good idea to leave you alone tonight. What do you think?”

    He read my mind. As much as I didn’t want to admit it I wasn’t up to spending the night alone in my dorm room especially since my roommate still hadn’t shown up yet and moved in. I was alone in my dorm room and it would truly suck if I had to be alone.

    “Thank you so much for the offer Chase, but I don’t wanna be a bother to you. Maybe you had plans and I’ll feel terrible if I was the one who made you cancel them,” I said looking down.

    “Tyler look at me,” he said. Surprised I looked up at him.

    “I would be glad to have you over tonight. It wouldn’t be a bother at all. I promise. Plus I didn’t have any plans tonight at all. I haven’t in a while. Its been quite sad and I’d love some company. So you’re coming whether you want to or not,” he said laughing.

    I managed a smile as well and gave in.

    As we walked to Chase’s apartment I couldn’t help but think that I was glad I was going to be spending the night with him. I felt gratitude towards him for basically saving me. I felt safe, I felt protected, I felt…

    *********************

    Sorry for the length on this one guys but I felt it was necessary to get this story moving ahead a bit. Hopefully you guys liked it I spent a lot time, energy and thought into it and I really hope you guys liked it. Don’t be afraid to voice your opinion in a comment or even an email. I appreciate any feedback whether it be negative or positive. You guys will be seeing a lot more of Tyler and Chase and maybe even see them get a little closer (:


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  • Leandro

    This story is taken from a chapter of an Amazon Kindle book called Reuniting in Santuario.

    It is part of a series starting with the book Isla Paradiso where an ordinary dude vacations at a Caribbean gay resort and is transformed into a sex crazed muscle stud, eventually becoming what’s called a Super Thane.

    And while it sounds cool, there’s …complications.

    But what happens in this story isn’t complicated at all.

    Leandro looked over seeing the stud roll over on his back.

    Geezus.

    Crap, he’s going to have to go to the bathroom again and stroke another one out if the man keeps it up.

    It’s the afternoon with the sun sweltering down so the beach emptied for cooler climes as well as probably preparing for dinner.

    Leandro was about to call it a day himself when he showed up.

    Shorts and shirt were quickly discarded displaying a huge body, packed with muscle and wearing a bikini barely covering anything.

    It was even a Greek cut so only covering a portion of his rock hard globes with barely an inch around the waist and plunging down in front trying to hold a clearly massive package.

    Now almost nude, the man played with his large black dog throwing a ball for the pooch to catch, with the animal giving up long before the stud was done and he could hear the man laughing while he vigorously petted his dog, hearing ” you do need more exercise you fat pig.”

    An American.

    Huh.

    They settled down and that was the first time Leandro walked over to stroke his aching dick while holding the final image of the new arrival stretched out on his back, huge bulge like a small mountain on his big body.

    Not too long after he returned he looked up to see the man gone, however the dog and gear was still there and frantically looking around he saw a head bobbing in the bay, then swimming closer before standing and coming ashore.

    Unbelievable.

    Dark wavy hair looking a little too long as well as unshaven masculine face, but below that…

    Leandro was practically groaning.

    Big, just big. His lack of body hair emphasized the thick frame but there were big arms and legs, that big chest holding big nipples even.

    Cut stomach and of course the wet suit now adhering to his big…

    Leandro was running to the bathroom again before the man even got comfortable on his chaise lounge.

    Returning, the muscle God was on his stomach with his hands under his head popping his biceps and since his eyes were closed Leandro couldn’t resist circling the chaise a few times burning the vision in his memory.

    Later the stud was once again on his back and he swears the bulge was bigger as he watched a hand go down and tug at his junk with the voyeur quickly turning away to groan at the sight.

    A lover of muscle as well as hungry bottom, this is pure fantasy come true and no way in hell he’s going back to his room while he’s still here.

    “Hey chubby, how about guarding our stuff?” glancing over to see the stud talking to his dog; “I need to take a leak and then we’ll get cleaned up for dinner.”

    Another pat on the dog’s head and standing up, the God went over to the washrooms and Leandro watched the broad back depart and jumped up before the man even made it to the restroom.

    Hastily walking after he was thinking of the accommodations.

    Built into the nightclub’s building, the beach side bathrooms clearly are designed to take a beating with cement floors and brick walls with heavy-duty furnishings although there’s a couple of decorative mosaics in the big room.

    There’s a wall of small changing rooms any idiot can see is big enough for several men to have a quick assignation, a group shower to rinse down and open to the room so you’d have to be really bold to do anything there, toilet stalls in one section a long trough for your pisser along with a big mosaic counter in the center to set your gear or change in public if you wish.

    Coming in, the man was already standing in front of the urinal with his skimpy bikini pulled down and he could see a few inches of the line leading down to his hole and Leandro needed to swallow from all his drooling at the beautiful sight.

    The high ceiling had openings at the top for airflow as well as providing natural light, although definitely darker than the bright outdoors and glancing around he noticed they were the only two in the room.

    Oh God.

    Finally able to move forward, Leandro maneuvered next to the stud, however not too close and looking down to tug his cock out, he shifted left to see… FUCK!

    Damn. Damn. Damn.

    He really didn’t have to go but not wanting to lose the opportunity Leandro stepped up and whipped it out, however seeing the huge snake sprouting between the man’s thick legs he was soon hard as a rock even after already stroking two loads out this afternoon.

    “Want it?”

    It came out low and deep, yet he swore the words bounced off the walls.

    “Uh…” not sounding very sophisticated, however Leandro was also frantically nodding as the man turned towards him, dick dangling free.

    Looking down it was growing and his eyes widened since he would have been happy if the slab of meat had merely gotten hard; but the damn thing was continuing to grow as it lifted away from the body getting larger each second.

    Leandro looked up and up. He’s a typical height for a Spaniard with the tight manscaped body he works hard to maintain. Yet in front of him was a taller man easily having forty kilos on him with every gram pure stud muscle and glancing down he was wondering how much the still growing fuckstick weighs.

    Cut abs with deep trenches, big chest overhanging his washboards and the man’s large nipples look like they wanted to be chewed on and not thinking the Spaniard leaned in to swipe his tongue over a swollen nub with the two men groaning.

    The stud’s body had a sheen of sweat on his hairless frame and Leandro slid his tongue across to the other nipple lapping it all up and swallowing, with even the sweat tasting amazing. Reaching his destination he sucked hard with the big body buckling.

    He couldn’t stop lapping up the sweat working his way down, with a fleeting thought around the impossibly defined abdominals and there it was fully hard, the massive slab bent downwards and he clutched at the big nuts below leaning in to lick the head with a slightly musty taste of sweat and being confined in the heat. Hungry for the taste, his tongue worked its way down the side of the shaft reaching his body than working his way back up loving the taste.

    Back to the beginning he swallowed a few inches and opening his eyes to see he had a looong way to go.

    Leandro’s proud of his cocksucking abilities and relaxing his throat he went deeper hearing a ‘fuck yeah’ whispered from above.

    The man had been leaking when he swallowed him down and sucking the huge pole more jizz was emptying in his throat and he couldn’t get enough, making him hungry for more but his ass wanted…

    Looking up with the huge pole still in his mouth the stud was smiling.

    “You want to be fucked,” and he nodded with the monster hindering his head movement.

    Pulling away he licked his lips wanting more, but his ass was begging to get in the game.

    Muscle stud moved away pulling his tiny bikini off and setting it on the counter while sitting on the bench built into one of the shorter sides and leaning back the man lifted the huge spike straight up in obvious invitation.

    “I figured you might want to control it, at least in the beginning.”

    He had been concerned.

    Still smiling, transfixed at the gorgeous sight of the naked man sitting there, he saw an eyebrow raise and still holding the giant at its base, it wiggled to encourage Leandro to get moving.

    They should be going into one of the changing rooms but he wasn’t going to bring it up so in a flash his square cut trunks were dropped and he turned his back to the stud.

    Gawd he only started to bend his knees before the broad tip touched his rosebud.

    He can’t do it. He can’t do it. Not with something that huge.

    The big body shifted and he felt a light kiss between the shoulder blades and startled, Leandro relaxed and the thick meat began spreading his hole wide.

    Whimpering he continued down, filling his chute and about to give up, hands pull him back to lean against the big frame and he was lost in the warm hug until feeling himself bottom out.

    To the side and being braced by a huge arm, the big man pulled his head in and they made out while his ass throbbed from trying to assimilate the freaking monster inside him.

    Lost in the kiss, a hand was sliding along his front making Leandro relax even more.

    Hesitantly raising and lowering his hips he also could feel the man spilling out more spooge, lubing his horny butt, with the bottom slut desperately wanting more.

    Images of the stud over his body and pounding his hole filled his head.

    Oh yeah.

    Pulling over the other big arm he licked the sweat off to hear a low voice near his ear…

    “I’m going to fuck your ass hard once you get used to me stud.”

    Geezus, it’s like he’s reading my mind!

    “But first,” grabbing Leandro’s hips and spiking his ass down he felt scalding liquid filling him up knowing the man was cumming a huge load and glancing down he noticed his own tool hard and pulsing.

    Huh.

    Normally he goes limp when he’s getting fucked, but not today it seems.

    The hands were pulling him up and off with Leandro feeling the channel now heavily lubed with the stud’s jizz. Looking down the damn thing was as rock hard as before.

    Standing, the smiling stud patted the counter with Leandro noticing it’s the perfect height for…

    GAWDDAMN!

    “Sorry.”

    On his back and ready, the stud jammed the baseball bat in too quick, however he stood there waiting for the bottom slut to get used to the renewed invasion.

    Nodding, his God grabbed his calves and started out slow, building speed.

    Fuuuuuck.

    No, fuuuuuck me!

    And once again reading his mind the man built up more power and speed until at one point he jammed and filling him up again then grabbing his shoulders his muscle God lifted Leandro off the counter, dick still buried deep inside as they both were set to the floor.

    What the hell?

    However now looming over his prone form, the man showed Leandro what a true fucking machine he is and the Spanish stud soon got lost in the bliss of getting his ass pounded like never before.

    The man would abruptly shift angle’s with the big dick sliding across his prostate making him moan even more or coming down for a killer kiss before straightening up to renew the assault on his chute.

    At some point Leandro saw cum splattering the stud’s chest realizing it was his, as the man continued jackhammering his hole and he slipped away once again until sometime later he felt his nuts pulling up again and shooting all over the two of them. Considering this was his fourth load in only a couple of hours he was shocked how it was even splattering his face and hearing a grunt the giant prick slammed in one last time with warmth spreading through his body.

    The big man slid out and spent, Leandro laid flat on the floor.

    Lifting his head his dick was still hard and throbbing.

    What?

    The stud was putting on his tiny bikini and he watched him wrestling the still swollen massive cock behind the little material in front.

    “You okay?”

    “Si; er yes, more than okay,” hearing the deep chuckle.

    A hand came down to pull Leandro up and he paused first to admire the big body.

    What would it be like to look like that? With his eyes darting lower.

    A man God.

    No, a sex God.

    Finally taking the offered hand he was effortlessly pulled up hearing a “thanks stud,” and getting a quick kiss as he moved towards the exit. Leandro rushed to put his suit on as he scrambled out the door to see the man and his dog already walking to the steps leading up to the Santuario’s lodging.

    Later Leandro headed back to the Santuario complex eating dinner at the restaurant, admittedly hoping to get another sighting of his sex God however he had no luck so he walked up the cobblestone ramp to look in the clothing stores, realizing he’s looking at clothes he thought would look good on the big man.

    Shaking his head at his obsession over the stud, he headed to the street and the front door to hear the beat pumping out of the club and after getting his ID checked, he walked in.

    It was a good crowd and walking around the bar Leandro saw a broad back under a mop of dark hair.

    Oh God, he’s here.

    Taking a deep breath, he moved closer sidling up to the counter next to the big man.

    “Buy you a drink?” and the stud turned in his direction to smile in greeting.

    “After this afternoon it’s the least I can do,” trying to be clever however the smile slipped as the stud looked at Leandro for a moment like he’s reading his mind.

    “No, but thank you for the offer.”

    “Oh… too good for me now.”

    The guy smiled, “no, not at all. You see I have a lover and while what happened this afternoon is within our boundaries, anything further wouldn’t be.”

    “Oh… you’d be cheating if we do it again,” coming out angry.

    “No and we could, however I get the feeling you’d be misunderstanding what a return engagement would mean.”

    Leandro was shaking his head no, but…

    Well okay maybe he was wondering…

    It could happen if…

    Fuck.

    Looking at the big guy, the man smiled a sweet smile.

    The son of a bitch.

    Unable to say anything he got a pat on the shoulder, “take care stud, this afternoon was pretty hot,” and moved off before he could come up with a retort.

    “Would you like a drink?”

    “Sangria. All I wanted to do was buy him a drink.” The bartender had seen the exchange and even Leandro knew he was sounding whiny.

    The sangria was set in front, “perhaps but unneeded.”

    “What everyone is already buying him drinks?” Now sounding like a jealous bitch.

    “Uh no. No need because he and his partner are the owners.”

    “Of the nightclub?”

    “Of the entire Santuario complex.”

    Leandro started at the bartender to see if he’s telling him the truth and the guy leaned in.

    “Okay it’s your turn to spill. Rumor has it both he and his partner are well endowed.”

    Leandro smiled thinking the hunky bartender is pretty cute.

    “I can’t exchange a confidence like that to a stranger,” and grinning a hand came over the bar to shake.

    “Marcus.”

    “Leandro.”

    “Nice to meet you Leandro… now out with it;” making him laugh at the really good looking man.

    “Well I don’t know about his partner…”

    “Leandrooo!” In frustration at being toyed with.

    “To say your boss is well endowed would be insulting him, since in truth he’s beyond…


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  • Coupling Up

    I was back at the small toilet building tucked away among the trees in the park.

    Curiosity about what I’d seen there on my last visit had got the better of me and I’d left the office early with the excuse of having a bad stomach and the promise that I’d “work from home” (does anyone ever actually do that?). Even on the drive here I wasn’t sure if I’d have the guts to actually park up and take the walk to the tiny building, but it turned out that my fascination with what men do together in such places was far stronger than my fear of getting caught.

    It was earlier in the day than last time and so it was lighter and not so bitingly cold; nevertheless the park was almost empty of people. If I happened to see anyone I knew – especially anyone from work, as unlikely as that was – I was ready with my excuse. I’d been caught by surprise on my drive home by a sudden recurrence of the stomach bug which had made me leave early, and had urgently needed to get to the nearest toilet I knew of.

    It felt distinctly odd to be doing this. Not only was it strange for me to be, for the first time, actively seeking sexual contact with other men; the same guy who, just two or three months earlier, would never even have dreamt of doing such a thing. But it was especially bizarre that I was doing this on the same day that I’d arranged to go out on an evening date with a woman: my first bona fide date in several years. A psychologist might have told me that the two things were somehow intricately connected in my subconscious; I didn’t want to probe such things deeply enough to find out.

    I’d parked up near the sports centre and had cut across the deserted tennis courts and children’s play area to reach the grey stone building. All the time, as I’d slowly made my way towards the toilet, I’d felt excitement building inside me.

    Might I see two men having sex together, like I had last time? Would one guy put his mouth on the other’s bum if I asked him to? Would they invite me into their cubicle with them? Would they ask me to join in with them?

    And more to the point: would I dare?

    As I’d neared my destination, my erection had steadily hardened in my trousers at the prospect of what lay ahead. Putting my hand in my trouser pocket as I walked through the park, I’d rubbed its thickening shaft through the material of my underwear; enjoying mulling over the possibilities of what might await me in the toilet.

    Would I finally get to rim a guy? How would it feel to lick another man’s arse after so much anticipation? How quickly would I climax?

    Might he want to rim me, like the guy in the clothes shop had? Which underpants was I wearing? How clean were they?

    What if he wanted me to fuck him? Would I be able to do that? Stand behind him, with him bending over the toilet bowl, grab his hips and work myself into his arse?

    Would I be able to get my cock inside him? How much of it would he be able to take?

    And obviously I’d need a – oh shit…

    It suddenly dawned on me that I didn’t have any condoms.

    Jesus, how could I be so stupid?

    I contemplated walking to one of the chemists’ shops in town but I realised it probably wouldn’t be much use. One of the drawbacks of having a large endowment was the difficulty in finding condoms which would fit.

    The first time a girl had asked me to use protection back in my teens, during some pretty steamy groping in the back of her parents’ car, I’d managed to split every regular-sized sheath in the pack which she’d brought with her without even managing to slide one over the fattened head of my cock. Needless to say, the steam had pretty quickly dissipated.

    Following that rather literal anti-climax, I’d gone to great lengths to find a condom that was large and wide enough comfortably fit my engorged member without choking it or making me lose my erection because it took so long to try and squeeze myself into it. I was determined that any future opportunities with the opposite sex weren’t going to be thwarted due simply to the inadequacies of a sheath of latex.

    After a few skulking visits to various chemists’ shops tucked well away from my parents’ inquisitive gaze, I’d found – following several disappointing experiments locked away in my bedroom – that even so-called ‘XXL’ and ‘Magnum’ size condoms were painfully confined. I could roll the rubber a good eight inches or so down my shaft, but the ring at the base would dig in too tightly for me to keep them on for more than a few minutes. I’d needed to hunt around in quite a few bigger shops further afield before I discovered that that there was an even bigger size, designed for “the most generous attribute”, which was called ‘U’. I’d bought a couple of packets, ignoring the chemists’ disbelieving sneers that a gangly teenager like me could have a need such for a product, and found back at home that they were a reasonable fit. Even fully unfurled ‘U’ size condoms left couple of inches at the base of my cock which the sheath was too short to reach, but at least the girth was about right.

    Since then, I’d always been careful to carry a few spare ‘U’s in my wallet whenever there was a chance that sex might be on the menu, but right now, on the way to what might have been my first taste of anal sex with another man, I realised that I’d left all my supplies in my bedside drawer at home and those were probably well out of date.

    (The last time I’d had cause to get them out, I recalled, was during a chat about safe sex I’d had with Jake several years earlier. He’d been asked to roll a condom onto a courgette in a Biology class at school and had come home horrified about how he was supposed to get something so flimsy onto his organ which was already, according to him, “too fat for it to fit”. I’d brought a packet of ‘U’s down from my bedroom and had unrolled one for him, explaining that, like shoes, condoms came in a variety of shapes and sizes. He’d marvelled at the scale of the thing, stretching it this way and that as if he were mentally trying it for size, and then had asked, with a cheeky smirk, if there was such a thing as a ‘U plus’. I told him that it taken me enough time and embarrassment to find the size ‘U’ and that if he wanted bigger, he’d have to find them for himself. He’d asked if he could “borrow one” and I gave him a couple from my packet, telling him that this was definitely a loan which I didn’t want returned.)

    There was simply no point of making a detour into town. I knew from bitter experience that the biggest size stocked by most regular chemists’ shops would be Durex ‘Max’ or ‘XL’ and, even with the best will in the world, they simply wouldn’t fit once my shaft swelled to its full thickness.

    I wondered if perhaps the other guy – the one I hoped was waiting for me in the toilet – might have had more foresight than me and might have brought a pack of condoms with him. But on second thoughts, it was obvious that he’d most likely bring out a standard pack of ‘featherlights’, and then, like some of the women I’d dated, would quietly put them back away when he saw what I had to offer.

    No – as irritating as it was, I’d have to postpone my first taste of buggery. My cock would have to make do with my hand this afternoon, while my tongue enjoyed the real fun.

    Unless, I were to… you know… just this once?

    No, I decided flatly. There were enough risks in what I was doing without compounding my problems.

    I entered the small building and saw that there was a man at the urinals with his back to me. He was tall with short black hair and was wearing a black fleece with the green ‘ASDA’ logo sewn into the material. Evidently he must work at a local supermarket.

    I walked up to the urinal and positioned myself alongside to him, leaving what I judged to be a respectable amount of space between us.

    Glancing in his direction, I saw that he was a young lad – probably in his early twenties and certainly not much older than Jake – with a nondescript face which the right girl might find handsome. He stared ahead at the grubby wall in front of him without betraying even the slightest flicker of interest that I had joined him at the urinal. He was holding his cock out from the front of his pale grey jogging bottoms – I didn’t want to bring attention to myself by looking directly at it – and seemed to be waiting to pee.

    Perhaps, unlike me, he was here for legitimate reasons. Perhaps he really had popped in to relieve his bladder.

    I unzipped myself and reached in for my cock, feeling more than a little self-conscious to be doing so next to another man. Urinals are normally a no-go area for me as I hate to expose myself to anyone. However, it would have looked very odd for me just to stand there gormlessly at the urinal, so I overcame my misgivings and, with some difficulty, pulled my length, still not entirely soft after my earlier musings, through my fly.

    As I stared down at myself, wondering whether I was supposed to try and urinate or just stand there with my prick hanging out, the guy from Asda looked over at me, first at my face and then down at my cock. He made it obvious that he was doing it, as if he wanted me to know that he was checking me out.

    Perhaps this was part of the code of such places.

    I looked at over at him and saw that he was slowly masturbating himself. His organ looked quite long and thick, and he slowly worked his pale, almost translucent foreskin back and forth across the dark helmet of its moist, fattened head.

    I wasn’t sure what to do now, so I gently wanked my own cock a few times, hoping he would take this as a sign of my complicity.

    Abruptly he said, “If you want to suck it, it’ll cost you.”

    I didn’t understand. Cost me, how? Was this a threat?

    I was on the verge of zipping up and getting the hell out of there when, perhaps seeing my surprise, he explained, “If you wanna suck me off, it’ll be twenty quid. I’ll fuck you for thirty. For fifty, you can fuck me.”

    He glanced at his watch. “But you’d better be quick. I haven’t got long.”

    Perhaps his shift at Asda was due to start.

    I muttered, still thrown by the prospect of having to pay for my fun, “I don’t want to do any of those things.”

    He looked up at me with apparent interest.

    “What do you want to do, then?”

    His voice was deep and a bit husky, as though he was a heavy smoker. His manner seemed brusque; I got the impression that his natural habit would be to chase girls at the weekend with his mates rather than look for kicks in men’s toilets.

    I threw a look towards the open door of the building, concerned as to who might be out there walking along the tarmac path and overhearing our conversation.

    “Is this place safe?” I asked quietly.

    I had a newspaper article in the back of my mind about policemen – always young, hunky blokes – hanging around public toilets to catch out men who were out for some sex. “Sickos”, the media always called them, and I realised that label could now be applied to me.

    Asda guy shrugged. “If anyone comes in, we’re just two blokes having a piss, okay?”

    I nodded. There was a risk, but perhaps it was worth taking. After all, this guy couldn’t be a cop: he had made the first move. Isn’t that against the law; don’t they call that entrapment or something?

    He looked impatient. “Come on then… what do you wanna do? I ‘aven’t got all fuckin’ day.”

    I decided to take the plunge. This could well be the opportunity I’d been waiting for.

    I leaned forwards and said, my voice hushed, “If you’d be up for it… I’d rather like to rim you.”

    He looked straight into my eyes. His were dark brown and at that moment quite piercing in their curiosity. Obviously no-one had asked to do that to him during the time he’d been earning extra pocket money like this.

    After he’d satisfied himself that he’d heard me correctly, he replied, his own voice low as though such base acts could only be whispered about, “You wanna… you know… lick my arsehole?”

    I wondered afterwards if he had thought I might not know what rimming was and had felt obliged to spell it out to me. Like it had been something I’d heard on a late night TV show and had thought it might be cool to say without really knowing what I was getting myself into.

    I nodded. “Yeah…” I felt a small smile form on my lips as if I were admitting something naughty.

    He raised his eyebrows and nodded slightly, as if telling himself that it takes all sorts, and then said, matter-of-factly, “That’ll be twenty, then. Same as sucking.”

    I’d rather forgotten about the whole payment aspect of it. Did that make what we were doing more illegal or just more immoral?

    I said, “I don’t know how much I have on me, actually. Probably not that much.”

    He shrugged, like he didn’t care. “Well that’s the price, mate. Take it or leave it.”

    I pulled my wallet out, oblivious to the risk I was taking, and hastily leafed through the wodge of receipts and store cards which were stuffed inside it.

    I found a couple of notes. “I’ve got fifteen… that’s all…”

    He didn’t look very impressed and I was surprised by how disappointed I suddenly felt that I was likely to miss out on doing something I’d so looked forward to for the sake of barely the price of a magazine. I wasn’t hugely enamoured with the idea of paying this guy for sex, but now that the prospect had been offered to have it withdrawn over such a paltry sum of money seemed grossly unfair.

    Worrying that if he backed out now, I might not have the guts to come back here and go through this again with someone else, I added, rather desperately, “I’ve probably got a couple of quid in my back pocket…”

    I think it was the apparent novelty of my request which tipped things in my favour. Although he was clearly trying to play it cool, it seemed obvious to me that he’d never been rimmed. I suspected that he had been with enough girls to know that it was extremely unlikely that he’d get any joy if he asked one of them to put her mouth on him down there, so if he was ever going to experience having his arse licked, this could be his one chance.

    While making his dissatisfaction clear, to my relief he nodded and muttered, “You better make it quick.”

    Then he led the way into the nearest of the cubicles: the one in which the stubbled guy and his friend had so enjoyed themselves. I figured that the urinals must act as a sort of reception area for such transactions, allowing men to meet up and negotiate who would get to do what, with the cubicles affording the privacy for the done deal to take place.

    Feeling a little silly to still be holding my dick which was poking out of my fly, I followed him into the stall. I closed the door behind me, aware of how sleazy this was for the two of us to be together like this in a public toilet. This guy was so much a younger than me – just some lad who worked in a supermarket who wanted a bit of extra cash – and here I was paying him for sex. Most likely this wasn’t something he enjoyed doing – to him I probably seemed hideously old and in any case I was the wrong gender for him – but he was prepared to tolerate what no doubt seemed like a deviant interest for the sake of making a fast buck.

    He said, “You can rim me and wank yourself off, but that’s it. No rubbing your cock up and down my arse, no spunking up against my arse… no nothing unless you happen to find a bit more cash.”

    I nodded. I was going to make a joke about him knowing how to make it seem so romantic, but I wasn’t sure he’d understand. In any case, the word ‘romantic’ might cause him to misjudge my intentions and could scupper the whole thing.

    I handed over the fifteen quid from my wallet and managed to scrape together one pound eighty in change from my pocket. He took the money, making it obvious he was less than impressed, and crumpled it into a ball which he stuffed into his fleece.

    Then he turned around to face the wall and the toilet bowl and hitched his tracksuit bottoms down. He was wearing blue and purple stripy boxer briefs which he started to pull down but I stopped him.

    “You can leave those pulled up,” I instructed him. “At least for now.”

    He glanced over his shoulder towards me and threw me a disparaging look. Perhaps he thought that somebody who had paid sixteen pounds eighty shouldn’t feel in any position to start issuing orders. Or more likely he wanted to show what he thought of dirty bastards who got off by sniffing the back of guys’ underwear.

    I squatted down behind him – I didn’t want to kneel down on the floor in here – and he pulled the back of his fleece up to expose his arse to me. It suddenly dawned on me how the term ‘shirt-lifter’ had originated and I felt a little stupid that it hadn’t occurred to me earlier.

    His bum looked very attractive in his boxer briefs. His cheeks were round and muscular – either he regularly worked out or his job at the supermarket involved physical labour. The tops of his legs, just below the hemline, were quite hairy with a more dense growth on the inside of his thighs leading upwards towards his crack. This was going to be just what I’d been waiting for…

    And yet, in spite of how much I’d yearned for this moment, part of me felt repulsed by how close my face was to this stranger’s bottom. Part of me couldn’t believe that, not only had I got myself into this unpleasant situation eliciting sex in a toilet stall with another man, but that I’d actually gone and paid for such a dubious pleasure.

    Could I really be about to press my face into this man’s backside? Could I really be about to sniff his arsehole like I was a dog on heat?

    I’d expected to feel aroused by this – to be almost climaxing at the prospect of being so close to what I’d fantasized about for so long – and yet I wasn’t. My cock had gone floppy and hung from my fly like it was spent.

    I had the urge to stand up, apologise to this guy and make a quick exit from the toilet.

    But I’d come this far. I had to follow it through: I had to see what it would be like. Even if it was disgusting, if I found the smell of him offensive and revolting and I wanted no more: I had to find out. If his backside stunk so bad it made me want to retch – I needed to know. It was best to find out now, this way, here in a toilet stall with a guy I was unlikely to ever meet again, rather than with someone I knew and would have to think up excuses for.

    I could, after all, leave any time I wanted to. He had his money. I owed him no more.

    I leaned forwards and slowly nuzzled my face into the colourful material of the back of his underpants, gently pressing my nose between his cheeks. I tentatively sniffed him – so cautious about what I might find – and immediately recognised the same earthy, intoxicating scent that had so excited me when I’d taken a smell of other men’s underwear in the sports centre changing rooms and at home.

    Without thinking, I muttered, “Yeah!” and pressed my face further into his backside, pushing the material of his briefs into his crack.

    I was finally – after so many weeks of fantasizing about it and reliving what had happened with Guy – getting my face intimately close to another man’s bum. I reached up and grabbed his hips, almost unable to believe how good it felt to be like this with him; crouching behind him with my face nuzzling between the cheeks of his arse.

    I pulled him towards me and inhaled his scent – rich and musky and so much fresher than the smells on the underwear I’d bought online – as I forced my nose and mouth as far in between his muscular buttocks as I could. He pushed against me, working his arse against my face, as I gasped and panted to breathe in the full force of the thick, pungent odour of his backside. His whole crack was heavy with it, but low down, around where his hole would be lurking, it was at its strongest and I tried to shove my face into him there, grappling his waist towards me with both hands.

    Abruptly he pulled away from and, with a laugh, said, “Whoa, mate! Don’t get my pants wet – I’ve gotta go to work in these!”

    I realised that I’d been so overcome by the captivating allure of his scent that I’d been licking him through his underwear without even knowing it. There was a round patch of sopping wet material wedged into his crack level with his arsehole.

    I sheepishly muttered, “Sorry… I didn’t really mean to.”

    He quickly yanked his boxer briefs down, presenting his naked arse to my face. “There – do it that way, if you wanna lick me out.”

    His muscular buttocks were pert and squat, making his crack quite short and distinctly masculine in appearance. The skin of them was quite hairy, as I’d expected, and he had a thick forest of hair spilling from his crack. It was a divine sight and I licked my lips at the prospect of getting my face stuck between such magnificent cheeks.

    Before I could do so, he laughed again and said, “Jesus Christ, mate. You’re hung like a fuckin’ horse!”

    I glanced down and realised that my avid enthusiasm for pressing my face into this guy’s arse had been shared by my cock which must have rapidly hardened at the first whiff of male rear. I chuckled awkwardly, aware of how ungainly I must look, squatting there behind him with my organ arching upwards in a state of full erection.

    He grinned back at me and chuckled, “It’s a good job you don’t wanna fuck me!”

    I looked up at him, hopeful. “Actually, I would quite like to…”

    His smile quickly vanished. “Yeah, well it’s a good job you didn’t bring enough money to fuck me. Anyway, I don’t think it would fit.”

    He turned back to face the wall and hitched his fleece up again to expose his naked buttocks. He pushed his arse towards my face, opening his legs slightly so that I could see his large, solid balls between them. Unlike his arse-crack, his bulging scrotum was practically hairless.

    “Eat me out and wank yourself off, mate,” he said with some urgency, jabbing his bum towards me. “I ‘aven’t got that long.”

    I pushed myself forwards and drove into him, using my nose to wedge open his crack so that I could push my tongue deep between his cheeks. His raw smell, laid bare without the covering of his underwear, was crude and powerful and his taste was overwhelmingly bitter in its intensity. Its effect on me, however, was electrifying.

    I grabbed my cock and took up a rapid masturbatory rhythm as I hungrily licked at his hole, flicking my tongue back and forth against its tight, puckered folds so that I could fully taste its rich, potent flavours. He grabbed my head and worked me into him, pushing first my nose against his ring and then my mouth; rubbing my face up and down in his cleft. I licked and sniffed frantically, loving the sensation of him holding my head against his arse, while I rubbed my cock as fast as I could.

    I heard him say, “Fuck, yeah…” as he pushed his arse more roughly against me and I basked in the strength of his thick, cloying odour. I realised there was a second rhythm to our movements: he was masturbating himself as I rimmed him and his hand was working his own organ almost as fast as I was rubbing mine.

    He bent lower, opening his knees as wide as he could, and pushed my face between his legs so I could lick his balls. They were large and surprisingly immobile inside his scrotum, as though swollen hard against it and unable to move around. I took them in my mouth in turn, finding the sharpness of his sweat on them an interesting contrast to the bitterness of his backside.

    He pulled away from me and turned around to face me, his hand still sweeping up and down the length of his now impressively large cock. The ridge on the fattened head of it was so prominent that his foreskin couldn’t slide over it but just sort of rolled up behind it each time he yanked it forwards.

    Taking his hand away, he grabbed my head and pulled me towards his outstretched cock. I knew what he wanted: didn’t all men seem to want this except, for some reason, me?

    I’d have preferred to have continued rimming him – his arsehole, I was sure, held yet more secrets which would yield to the coaxing of my tongue – but I felt obliged to comply with his more urgent demand. He had, after all, become so aroused because of what I’d been doing to him so it wasn’t unreasonable that he’d expect me to help him discharge his excitement. He probably also assumed I’d enjoy relieving him orally: however, while sucking other men’s cocks wasn’t something I was repulsed by, it certainly wasn’t something I would actively seek to do.

    I opened my mouth and received him, intrigued by the sharp, acrid taste of his shaft as he began pushing himself into me and the leftover saltiness of his precum on the back of my tongue every time he withdrew.

    He held my head steady as he steadily fucked my face, developing a quickening rhythm which had his balls slapping against my chin. While I wasn’t greatly aroused by having another man’s erection sliding in and out of my mouth, I enjoyed the strong, musky smell of his pubic hair every time he pushed into me, burying my nose in its coarse, tangled bush.

    He grunted, “Yeah… fuckin’ take it!”

    After a few seconds, he stopped to shift his position slightly. He separated his feet as far apart as he could with his tracksuit bottoms and underwear around his shins, narrowed his knees around my torso as if to hold me more firmly in place, grabbed the sides of my head tightly and then began ramming his cock in and out of my mouth with an urgent, almost piston-like bucking of his hips.

    I wasn’t entirely comfortable at being used like this: reduced to being another man’s masturbatory aid. I didn’t like him holding me so forcefully while my mouth was pummelled by his frantic cock and my chin was battered by his large, slapping balls.

    Nevertheless, I sucked at him furiously, incredulous at how quickly and how roughly he was thrusting himself back and forth, and swallowed some of the thick ooze of his precum which was starting to fill my mouth. I reached around him to grab his flexing arse-cheeks with my hands, working my fingers into the wet sticky crack which I’d so reluctantly relinquished and gently teasing his hot, slimy hole.

    He grunted in encouragement, apparently enjoying having me playing with his backside. I felt his cock growing thicker and harder inside my mouth as his rhythm increased still further, and realised I was starting to have difficulty breathing as I was being held so tightly and my throat was being fucked with such force.

    Suddenly, from the side of me, somebody whispered, “Rim him again!”

    Horrified at the unexpected interruption, I struggled away from him. Someone was peering at us through the hole in the partition: the hole which I had looked through on my previous visit to these toilets.

    Annoyed that his pleasure had been disturbed, Asda guy hissed, “It’s just some old queen! Ignore him!”

    From what I could see of the guy watching us, he didn’t look that old. He was probably around my age and was wearing an outdoor jacket with a shirt and tie under it. He was likely to be an estate agent or some such from one of the streets which overlooked the park. He must pop across the road whenever he felt like taking in a show.

    Asda guy tried to push his cock back into my mouth but I pulled back.

    “Come on, suck me off!” he demanded.

    “Lick his arse again… like you were before,” the voice from next door whispered.

    Asda guy looked down at me, his throbbing cock, wet from tip to base and with strings of my drool dangling from it, wavering impatiently in my face.

    I nodded up at him in agreement. “Actually… I would like to continue rimming you.”

    Asda guy looked disdainful. Perhaps he was annoyed that I preferred getting intimate with his backside rather than with his cock, which he was obviously quite proud of and saw as the superior organ. Or perhaps he was irritated that I was, after all, the paying customer who’d put in a fair-and-square order to rim him at the beginning.

    “You sick fuck,” he spat, and started hitching his tracksuit bottoms and underwear up his legs.

    At first I thought he’d had enough and felt I’d already received my sixteen pounds twenty worth of arse-to-face fun. But he just wanted to adjust his clothing so that he could get one leg up on the toilet seat, giving me access between his legs without him having to turn around. I don’t know if he did this because he wanted to show his cock off to our voyeur next door or whether he hoped that this way around he could more easily manoeuvre himself into another blow job from me, but as long as I could reach my preferred target I was happy with the position.

    I leaned forwards and nuzzled into his large, solid balls as his hand took up a moderate rhythm on his thwarted hard-on. I licked his bollocks thoroughly, for which he expressed his enjoyment by grinding them into my face as he masturbated, and then went lower to push my way between his legs to work my tongue along the hairy ridge guiding me towards my destination.

    With the first few suggestions of the darker, more odoriferous scents lurking behind his balls, my cock quickly recovered the stiffness it had lost when we’d been interrupted, and my hand took up a rhythm of its own as I pushed as deep as I could between his legs. However, with the position we were in it was difficult to reach up into his butt-crack and, try as we both might, we couldn’t get into a position where I could actually rim him. He opened his legs as wide as he could with his underwear and tracksuit bottoms confining him, and I craned my neck and extended my tongue as far as I was able, but my prize remained tantalisingly out of reach.

    Asda guy pulled off me, took his foot off the toilet seat and muttered, “You’re gonna have to turn around.”

    I thought at first he was suggesting that we change places.

    “You mean, you want to try rimming me?” I asked, hopefully.

    He looked me up and down, unimpressed, and said, flatly, “Mate – there isn’t a hole on your body that my mouth is going anywhere near.”

    And a merry Christmas to you too, I thought.

    “You’re gonna have to face upwards,” he elaborated. “Turn around and squat down with your head on the toilet seat.”

    I caught his drift and changed my position, swivelling around on my hunkers to face the toilet door and then, steadying myself by grabbing his legs, pushing my head between them so that I was looking up at his backside. Arching my back upwards off the floor in a way that I knew was going to ache the next day, I rested the back of my head on the toilet seat as he’d suggested.

    The position wasn’t as uncomfortable as I’d expected, and the strain on my back was more than compensated for by having the round cheeks and spit-moistened crack of Asda guy’s arse looming just above me.

    I heard our voyeur express his approval through the hole in the partition in anticipation of what he was about to see, as well as the quiet beating of his hand against his trousers as he worked his erection as it poked through his fly.

    “Sit on his face,” whispered the voice from the next stall. When I’d been in his place, a couple of weeks earlier, I hadn’t realised I could act as director.

    Asda guy squatted down, lowering himself onto my waiting face and using his hands to splay open his cheeks to expose his deep hairy cleft and, twinkling like a jewel inside it, his tiny pink hole.

    The voice called in, “Yeah… smell it…” and I craned my neck upwards to inhale once again the deliciously carnal odour between Asda guy’s cheeks. Through the hole, I heard the rhythm of our voyeur’s hand rapidly double and become a steady thud-thud-thud against the front of his trousers, as I pushed my nose into the furry valley between Asda guy’s buttocks.

    The guy kept calling through the hole in the partition: “Go on… shove your nose right in… sniff his shitty hole…” Although Asda guy’s backside was essentially clean, I liked the coarseness of our voyeur’s language and was immensely turned on by the inference that I was doing something so squalid and deeply unacceptable.

    Supporting myself against the toilet seat with one hand, I grabbed my cock with the other and took up a fairly rapid rhythm on myself. Seeing how aroused I was by where my face was, the guy next door grunted, “Fuck yeah… wank it, mate… wank your cock while you sniff his dirty arse!”

    Asda guy pushed his arse further down onto me and our voyeur’s hand sped up further on his cock, the frenetic banging of his wrist against his trousers sounding like a jackhammer. He commanded, “Lick his shitty hole… go on, mate… shove your tongue right up it… clean it out!”

    I extended my tongue upwards and, as before, was immediately overwhelmed with waves of excitement on tasting the strong, pungent flavour of this young guy’s arse-crack. His body started shuddering and I realised he was wanking himself again; enjoying, in spite of himself, the sensation of my tongue tickling and tasting his most intimate spot.

    Just as had happened that first night in the hotel when I’d discovered how arousing it can be to do this with another man, I found myself in a state of near-ecstasy at the smells and tastes I was experiencing. He was grinding himself into my nose and my mouth, bucking his hips back and forth and pushing his arse down onto my face as he jerked himself. I think I was pushing my tongue up inside him, but I was so far gone by the sheer pleasure of having my face pressing up between his round, muscular cheeks, that I’m afraid the details of what exactly I did aren’t clear to me.

    I heard the guy in the next cubicle call out to Asda guy, “Let me in… I’ll suck your cock while he licks you out… go on, mate… you can fuck me if you like…”

    At that moment, it felt like Asda guy’s anus started responding to my tongue. It seemed to pucker up and then relax, over and over, like a pair of lips reaching out to make cutesy kisses. I heard him grunting and felt splashes of warm wetness soaking my shirt and realised he was climaxing over me.

    His hips kept bucking as he milked his balls over me. It seemed inevitable that he was ruining my tie as he did so, but I was too immersed in licking his anus to be overly concerned.

    With his arse still squatting above me, I pounded at my cock as fast as my forearm was able to. I was eager to climax before he climbed off me and start pulling up his clothing; anxious to exploit this opportunity to bring myself to orgasm while I was in a position I’d fantasized about so much.

    As the puckering of his hole abated and with my face still burrowing into his wet, hairy crack, it occurred to me that the orifice I was tonguing had undoubtedly been penetrated by the variously-sized cocks of a succession of other men; men who had happened to have rather more money in their wallets than I’d had that day. For some reason, the thought of his bum being recurrently fucked by so many men excited me enormously and I felt a familiar tingling in my testicles which heralded the onset of an orgasm.

    I ran with the thought, and imagined the tiny wrinkled hole my tongue was lapping at having to widen and strain to accommodate all these cocks: condom-clad erections of all shapes and sizes poking through so many different men’s trouser flies; men of all types and ages who had discovered, just as I was beginning to appreciate, that they enjoy using some young guy’s arse to pleasure themselves from time to time; men who weren’t averse to paying a stranger to be bent over and buggered with his tracksuit bottoms around his ankles in a toilet stall.

    As the tingling in my balls turned into an explosion of pleasure, my own load sprayed across my shirt to join his.

    Before my climax had subsided, while my balls were still discharging their last spurts of semen into a pool on my belly, he pulled away from me and staggered towards the far side of the cubicle.

    With a glance at his watch, he muttered, “I gotta go,” as if fearing I might have further requests in store.

    I pulled myself up from the arched position I’d been in and, as I did so, saw gobs of our copious white mess dribble down from my shirt onto the black trousers I was wearing.

    The washing machine was certainly going to be busy tonight.

    I looked around for some toilet roll but had to make do with using a couple of tissues from my pocket to wipe my cock and dab up the worst of the semen splashes which my shirt, jacket and trousers had taken.

    My tie seemed, I noticed, to have been spared from the onslaught. It had been a Christmas present many years ago from my ex-wife’s parents. If it had been one that I actually liked no doubt it would have been soaked and stained beyond redemption.

    Asda guy pulled up his tracksuit bottoms and fished around in his pocket. I wondered momentarily if he was going to give me my cash back, which would not have been unreasonable given that I’d done all the hard work, but instead he pulled out a packet of cigarettes and a lighter.

    “Keep it real, mate,” he said, lighting one up, and let himself out of the stall.

    I stuffed my softening cock back into my underwear and did up my cum-spattered trousers. How long was I supposed to wait before following Asda guy out of the cubicle? Was there an etiquette about such things?

    The guy in the next cubicle, who I’d rather forgotten about, whispered through the hole to me. “Do you wanna come in here? You can rim me, if you like…”

    I was surprised at his suggestion: had he not seen me ejaculate?

    Again I wondered if there was some sort of unwritten protocol governing such places which I wasn’t yet party to. Was it regarded as bad form for a guy to leave the party before everyone had spent themselves?

    Resolving that such niceties would have to be dispensed with here, I muttered my apologies and let myself out of the cubicle.

    As I hurried out of the toilet, I cringed to see my neighbour from across the road walking down the path towards me. Isn’t it just bloody typical? The one day I leave a gents’ toilet covered in semen, I’m seen by someone I know.

    Paul, my neighbour, smirked over at me as we passed and hopefully put the spattered state of my shirt and trousers down to a particularly unruly hand wash in the toilet building.

    As I walked away I saw that he was heading into the toilets himself. I chuckled to myself that he might get more than he bargained for if he were to use the cubicle next to the guy I’d just left.

    Walking back to my car, I felt seedy at what I’d just done. I could hardly believe I’d taken it as far as I did and actually paid a lad who worked in a supermarket to rim him in a public toilet. Jesus – if I’d had a bit more money and a condom on me, I’d have actually had him bend over for me to fuck him. I really would have stood there, in that seedy cubicle, grabbing a stranger by the collar of his fleece as I humped his hairy arse.

    But then, that was the reason I’d come here, wasn’t it? Not to pay a guy, of course, but for sex. Wasn’t that the whole point of leaving work early and driving over to the park? Hadn’t I even been getting excited at the prospect of what might happen as I’d walked towards the building?

    Even so, what I’d done now felt wrong. It had been one thing to have stumbled across two guys getting intimate together in a cubicle and to watch them, but quite another to go there with the specific intention of soliciting other men for sex.

    Not only that, but it suddenly dawned on me that I could quite easily have been mugged or beaten up in the toilets. Jesus – I’d had my wallet out in front of Asda guy, flashing it around like candy! It occurred to me with a jolt that he might have seen my name on my credit cards when I’d been riffling through it for cash. My name isn’t that common: he might be able to work out who I am and where I live.

    It was unlikely, I had to concede, that Asda guy had any idea of how much power he could wield if he could figure out my identity. Nevertheless, I’d have to be more careful in future. I couldn’t afford to end up being blackmailed by some lout with a cute arse who was astute enough to exploit my unusual ‘interest’ for his own gain.

    I was relieved Jake was going over his mate’s for tea, so I could get my semen-stained clothes in the washer as soon as I got home. If he asked why there were wet clothes in the machine when he got in – and there’s no way he would since it didn’t involve food or his bed – I’d say a valve had blown in one of the labs and squirted grease all over me.

    I reached my car and got in. In the confines of the vehicle, the strong, acrid reek of male seed all over my shirt and trousers was almost overpowering. In spite of that, though, I could still smell the more squalid whiff of Asda guy’s arse on my face and, looking at myself in the rear-view mirror, I noticed a wiry pubic hair stuck to my chin. I hoped my neighbour Paul hadn’t spotted that.

    I realised I’d have to take a long bath before I went to meet Debbie. Thank God she’d have no idea what I’d been doing this afternoon!

    Pulling out of the car park, I resolved that I wouldn’t do anything so dangerous again. What I’d done with Asda guy had been very enjoyable, I could hardly deny that, and it had confirmed to me, if proof were needed, that rimming other men was a huge turn-on for me, but the risk of being caught doing something so scandalous, or of being attacked or abused in such a secluded place, was simply too high to make it worthwhile.

    I’d have to find some other way of feeding my demon; find some way of getting together with guys like myself.

    But how?

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  • Dirty Books

    Cal mentioned finding a “dirty book” hidden in his dad’s desk. We were walking home together late one night the summer we both turned eighteen. Somehow, he seemed more knowledgeable about these things, and especially about Sex. We’d been friends most of our lives, so discussions with him about sex were not too difficult to get started, and I was eager for him to tell me about that book.

    “I’ll tell you about it,” he promised, quietly, “if you promise to describe honestly how you react to the story. Okay?”

    I didn’t understand exactly what he wanted but I knew I was already getting a hardon just from hearing the phrase “dirty book.” I figured he wouldn’t see my reaction because we were walking along a dark, tree shaded street, in very dim lighting.

    “Well… Okay, Cal, sure, I’ll tell you honestly,” I said, delighted that he’d tell me about the book. “Does it say anything about ‘fucking’ in it?” I wanted to know. It was difficult to disguise my overwhelming curiosity, but, on the other hand, I didn’t want to seem too eager. He wasn’t a prude, but I needed to be careful. I don’t know why, but I had had a fascination about “dirty books” ever since I had heard that they existed. This seemed my only opportunity to learn something about them.

    His voice became hushed with excitement. “It’s a great story. It’s all about this guy who’s lying on a bed in a hotel room jacking off his really big dick when the door opens and a maid comes into the room. She’s been watching him through the keyhole, playing with herself. She’s aroused and…”

    Cal went on about the book. I put a hand in my pocket and began toying with my stiff rod. I half-listened to his breathy, vivid descriptions of cocks and balls, cunts and tits, fucking and cocksucking, dazed that these things really must take place, but anxious to get home so I could jack off.

    “You’re not listening, are you,” Cal suddenly whispered, breaking into my thoughts. His mouth was very close. His breath tickled my ear. “You’ve got a hardon, don’t you?” he demanded seductively.

    “No, I don’t,” I lied, feeling embarrassed, fearful of being caught playing with myself, but vaguely aware of sexual overtones and suggestive invitations in his enticing whisper.

    “Yes, you do,” he insisted. “And here it is!” he said triumphantly as he touched his hand to my fly. His palm rested on the stiff shaft beneath the material. My fully erected cock stood about three inches above my waistline, under my thin T-shirt. He fingered the erection quickly, outlining its full length, causing a terrific throbbing response.

    “Holy shit, man,” he whispered excitedly in my ear, “what have you got in your pants?”

    “Well, it gets sort of big,” I responded, feebly.

    “Big!” he exclaimed. “It’s a fuckin’ monster. Let’s go up to my room and take a look at it. Okay? My parents won’t be home till after midnight.” We lived next door to one another.

    I murmured my reluctant agreement, startled and excited by his sudden, unexpected and enthusiastic interest in my cock, as he half-dragged me the remaining few blocks home and, before I could think about it, up into his bedroom, in the otherwise empty house.

    Quickly, wasting no time at all, he pulled up my T-shirt, exposing the swollen cockhead and a couple inches of thick shaft. He fumbled with the buttons of my low-slung jeans, making strange grunting noises in his excitement. I couldn’t believe it. The butterfly-like effect his fingers made as they darted around on my erection, while he opened my fly, was incredible. Freed from the cloth as my pants and underpants slid down my legs, my cock vibrated, standing straight up, highlighted against my smooth, lightly haired, firmly muscled belly. Cal was scrunched down to take a close look.

    “Wow!” he sighed. “What a cock. Man! Let me touch it.” His hand reached out and encircled the pulsating shaft, pulling the skin downward off of the cockhead. “Whew!” he breathed, sending currents of hot air against the shaft and causing my balls to pull up tight against the cockbase. I thrust my hips forward into his grasping hand, as my cock became steel-like in its rigidity. His grip tightened. He looked up at me and grinned. I smiled back down at him. Without loosening his grip, he stood up, tugging at his own belt and fly buttons. His pants opened and slid down his smooth thighs. He wore no underwear. His cock stood proudly in front of me. It was about the same size as mine, but because he had a bigger build, it looked smaller by comparison. It was like an optical illusion.

    Another illusion occurring to me was that we had seen each other naked all the time, at the gym and at the pool, but with our throbbing, large erections standing between us, it seemed like he was someone I was seeing for the first time. His reactions to me, made me sense he was feeling the same excitement I was.

    His feet were planted wide apart, his hips thrust forward. His grip on my cock tightened and he smiled at me. He was offering his cock to me to play with if I wanted to. I wanted it real bad! I reached out. I touched it. It was on fire. It stiffened in my tightening grasp. My fingers were just long enough to reach all the way around it. Cal sighed. “Yeah, take it,” he whispered. He closed his eyes and began to stroke my cock with a slow movement, up and down, up and down.

    Hypnotized, I followed his lead and stroked his iron hard meat at the same pace. Up and down, up and down; watching the skin slide smoothly up to the cockhead and then down; watching the balls pull up when my hand reached the head of the cock and then bounce back and away when my hand pushed downward. I wondered why his balls hung loose in their sac, while mine kept so tight up against my cock, and figured I was even more excited than he was.

    I leaned towards him. My hand pushed to the base of his cock and stayed there. The glans was fully expanded and darkly red, glinting with moisture. I breathed deeply, smelling the manly odors of penis and scrotum, delighted that their odor was so similar to my own, so clean and so desirable. His brief description from the dirty book of sucking cock made me bold. I leaned closer, my hair lightly brushing against his chest, which was exposed when his free hand had pushed his T-shirt up. He opened his eyes to watch me. He shook with anticipation. My scalp tingled from the contact with his chest.

    “Whacha doin’?” he asked in a husky, barely audible voice, as my head slowly descended towards the inviting cock.

    My tongue licked lightly at the teardrop of clear liquid at the tip of his cockhead. Electricity passed between us. I kissed the cockhead noisily. His hand went from his chest to the top of my head, urging it downward onto his cock. My mouth opened and I sucked in the plum-sized cockhead, swirling my tongue around its thick contours and delighting in its heat and firmness. It felt wonderful at the same time it felt naughty. Instantly, I knew I was born to suck cock. I loved the pressure of the cockhead pushing on the roof of my mouth, and I was awed by the feel of the V-shaped curves of the underside of the glans pressing against my tongue as the big organ throbbed with pleasure in my mouth.

    “Jeez!” was all Cal said. His hips thrust upwards twice, then his whole body stiffened and hot cum splattered into me, filling the small amount of space in my mouth not already filled by his huge cockhead. His cum tasted better than my own, which I’d tasted often enough. I swallowed. More cum pumped into my mouth accompanied by quick upward thrusts of his hips. I swallowed again and again. His cum had a stronger pungency than my own. Another strong spurt and several smaller ones filled my mouth for the last time as he started breathing heavily, noisily.

    “Man, Oh, Man! Where did you learn to do that?” he sighed. “That was unbelievable.”

    “It seemed like the thing to do. Like the dirty book story said,” I replied honestly, straightening up to look him in the eye, wiping a dribble of cum off my chin. “I enjoyed doing it. I knew you would enjoy it, too. It was incredible! I want to do it again.”

    He had not let go of my cock. He held on to it, not moving. It was as though he did not want me to cum while he was cumming.

    “How does it taste?” he questioned, his voice quivering with excitement.

    “Outstanding! Your cum tastes better than my own,” I said with a grin. His grinned back.

    “You mean you’ve tasted your own?” He was looking at me like he had never really seen me before. His eyes shown with a gentleness and warmth that made me glad I had pleased him.

    “Sure,” I laughed, “haven’t you?”

    He brightened and admitted, “Sure, I’ve tasted my own cum, too. I like it.”

    “So do I,” I responded enthusiastically. “You might like mine, if you try it. D’ya want to?” I jabbed my cock upward into his grip.

    He looked down at the hot meat in his hand as if for the first time. His eyes opened wide. He glanced into my eyes quickly, furtively, and then he bent his head down towards my cock. He kissed the cockhead, as I had done, but at the same moment sucked at the pre-cum pooled at the tip, drawing it into his mouth. He straightened up, looked me in the eye again and said “Wow! It’s hot!”

    His hand pushed to the base of the cock and his other hand held onto my hip as he steadied himself to lower his body downward, looking at the cock as he descended. He licked at the cockhead, getting it wet and shiny, sending bolts of lightning through it into my whole being. Suddenly, he sucked the entire, fat cockhead into his mouth, which was like fire. Burning wetness, moving tissues stimulated the nerve-ends of my cock, delighting my senses, churning the fluids in my balls. He sucked and worked his mouth down onto the shaft, something I hadn’t tried to do.

    The results were swift. I knew I was going to burst cum into him.

    Heavy, full spurts erupted into his mouth as fast as he could swallow. Three, four, six, eight thick ropes of cum filled him up over and over again. He held on and sucked for more. Sucking pressures increased the sensitivity of my cockhead. I almost passed out from the ecstasy of it. This was my first genuine, full-blown, adult, man-to-man orgasm. My knees buckled. My eyes closed. My body folded over his head. I cried out, finally, for him to stop sucking or I would collapse.

    He stood up licking his lips. We grinned at each other.

    ****

    The next afternoon, Cal held out a booklet to me. “Here it is,” he was saying as he walked towards the bed, naked, his hard-on straining in front of him, swaying slightly as he came towards me. “You can read a little of it, Jack, but I must return it to the desk before anyone comes home.”

    I was excited as I took the book from his hand. My first “dirty book” and most likely the reason I have always loved erotica and have taken to writing it. I saw the title: Fantasies of Sex, and its sub-title: Sexual Short Stories. I was lying on Cal’s bed, naked, hard. We had gone there again because his house was empty this summer afternoon. We wouldn’t be disturbed, or caught, he was certain.

    Com’on, Jack, please,” he had begged, “let’s just be together. Maybe we’ll jack off. You won’t have to do anything else, if you don’t want to,” he had promised. We were both horny as hell, needing to be with one another. I had wanted to agree readily, but I made him promise he’d show me the dirty book he had found. Instinct told me to appear less eager than I really was. Even though I followed that instinct, I was also insatiably curious about the book.

    Once we got into his room the book was momentarily forgotten. We started pulling off each other’s clothes, giggling and poking, and jumped naked onto his bed. We couldn’t wait. Our hands rubbed over each other, exploring our bodies, delighting in the terrific sensations the contact caused.

    “You promised I could see that book, Cal,” I reminded him.

    “Well, Okay,” he said, “I’ll go get it.”

    Here I was, then, lying on his bed with a hardon, reaching excitedly towards the book he was offering. “Thanks. Did you read the whole book, Cal,” I asked as I flipped quickly through it, noticing that each chapter, or story, was rather short, and maybe only four or five pages. He jumped onto the bed and snuggled up to me.

    “Naw, I didn’t,” he responded, toying absently with my cock, studying it. “Every time I start reading it I get such a roaring boner I have to beat off. I haven’t really read beyond the first one or two stories. It’s an exciting book, I’ll tell you. But I can only look at it when nobody’s around. I don’t dare get caught with it.”

    I started looking at the pages. I noticed that the back end of the book seemed almost new, hardly read, while the front end was darkened with frequent thumbing. “Look,” I pointed out, “it seems like your Dad never read the last part of this book.”

    “Oh, yeah,” he agreed, “I didn’t noticed that. I wonder why not. Let’s see.” He grabbed the book out of my hands, flipped it open toward the back end and started reading aloud so we could both learn what it was about:

    “…pressed my knees between his thighs, opening them, massaging his round ass cheeks as I moved, keeping my finger pressed up against his quivering asshole, my cock pulsating inches from its goal, eager to fuck him like he’d never been fucked…”

    “Holy shit!” he said, stopping in mid-sentence. We looked at each other. Looked back at the book. Looked, surprised, at each other again, our eyes bulging. We looked down at our cocks. Both were pulsating, standing above flat bellies, staring back at us. A pair of real fuckers!

    “Read some more,” I demanded.

    “Oh, yeah, I will,” he said, pausing, “but Jack, I don’t know. This stuff’s for adults. Maybe we shouldn’t read it after all.”

    “Don’t be a baby. Sucking cocks is for adults, too, and we didn’t have any trouble doing it just fine. Besides, we’re of age, now, anyway. Give it back to me. I’ll read it to us.”

    He handed the book back. I grinned at him, realizing that his size advantage didn’t mean a thing. He relaxed and grinned back, pushing his hips into mine, grinding against me, demonstrating that he was game, letting his cock bounce against my hip in the process.

    Holding the book in my left hand, I reopened it towards the back, found a chapter heading, and started reading aloud: “Frat House Fuck,” I began. I looked at him and grinned.

    “Find the part I was reading,” he insisted.

    “Naw, let’s start at the beginning of a story, Cal. Then we can see what it’s really all about.” He didn’t argue.

    I began reading about eight college fraternity brothers, horny after a Saturday night dance, sitting around complaining about getting no action. One of them, called Biff, starts rubbing his crotch. The others dare him to take out “whatever was causing that big bulge” and give himself some relief, never expecting that he would. But he hauls out a handsome, big rod and starts stroking it right in front of the others. The effect is magical. The others go wild, taking off Biff’s clothes and their own. A circle jerk forms, which is described in vivid detail.

    I had begun pulling on my cock with my right hand as I read. I looked down and saw that Cal was pulling on his, too. He was half-listening as he watched the two cocks.

    The story quickly goes on to tell how Biff kneels in the center of the circle and starts sucking a cock. Someone pushes him from the back and straddles him. The fellow he’s sucking kneels down so Biff can continue sucking while being fucked in the ass. The narrative is completely descriptive, leaving nothing at all to our imaginations. I stopped reading before finishing the story.

    Looking down, I saw that we had both stopped jacking off. We were so hot that our cocks vibrated above our bellies, gleaming dark-red, dripping pre-cum in continuous rivulets. When I looked at Cal, his head was right next to mine staring back at me, an expression of awe on his face.

    “We can fuck each other in the ass?” I questioned, my voice hardly audible.

    “Holy cow!”

    “Let me try,” I said enthusiastically, raising up onto my elbow to look at him.

    “Hell, no! No one fucks ME,” he said reflexively, resolutely.

    I laughed and said, “No, no, you’ve got it wrong, Cal. I want to try it.” I laughed at his alarmed expression. “I mean, I want to try taking YOUR cock up MY ass.” I stopped laughing as I came to my knees, looking down at him. His eyes bugged out.

    “You mean that? You’d let me fuck you in the ass? Wow!”

    “I’ll let you try,” I said sincerely. “Your cock is so big, and I’m so small, I don’t think it can work. But it sounds great, don’t you agree?”

    “Hell, yes!” He grinned up at me, that special gleam back in his eyes. “How should we do it? Like the book says? On all fours, doggie fashion?”

    “No, I don’t think so. Not at first,” I said, moving to straddle his waist, throwing one leg over him. I let my ass slowly sink down so I was resting on the length of his throbbing, hot meat. It pulsed under my balls, pressing against my asshole. The intense heat felt terrific.

    “I’ve got an idea,” I said. “I’ll raise up, like this,” I explained, squatting over him, “and I’ll position myself over your cock, like this.” I lifted myself off of him, my knees spread wide. I was holding my cock pointed at his face.

    His left hand helped steady me by holding my right hip, and his right hand slipped under my balls and around his cock, aiming it upwards. The contact of his cockhead with my asshole was electrifying. I sucked in my breath and closed my eyes.

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

    “Oh, no! It feels so good to have you rubbing there.” I smiled at him reassuringly.

    “Oh, well, I can do even better than that,” he said, returning my smile. His hand moved the cock in broader circles. His hips began upward thrusting motions. The contact between us became more forceful and insistent. I worked my buttocks’ muscles in a way that caused the circling motions to bear more directly towards my asshole. He responded to the guidance by focusing his movement more directly towards my asshole, too. We were watching each other intently.

    “Hold it,” I breathed softly. His hand stopped the movement of his cock. I could feel the wetness of his voluminous pre-cum on his cockhead and at my asshole. I lowered myself a fraction feeling the intense pressure of the stiff cock at the virgin portal.

    It didn’t hurt all that much. I relaxed. I thought of the last really big shit that I had taken and figured that I could handle Cal’s giant cock without too much trouble. I realized that I had to be calm about this, had to be positive. I lowered myself a fraction further, watching Cal’s face. “Don’t move a muscle,” I whispered.

    “Uh,” he moaned, then held his breath, nostrils flaring, and his eyes wide.

    “Okay, now remove your hand,” I instructed softly, and he pulled his hand back, sliding it against my ball erotically.

    I relaxed further and the cockhead entered smoothly. I dropped an inch or so downward on the rigid tool. “Oh!” we both said in unison, looking at each other in amazement.

    I pulled upward somewhat, easing the pressure, but as I did so I felt the muscles of my sphincter tighten exotically around the steely shaft, pulling on it, suctioning on it as I rose up, clamping behind the large glans. Cal moaned again. I relaxed and slid downward on the thick cockshaft. It felt as if the cock in my ass were thirty feet in circumference, but I just kept sinking onto that hot meat. I tightened my buttocks and thigh muscles, stopped the downward slide and slowly rose up again. The suctioning, tightening action of sphincter and muscles took over again and Cal moaned loudly.

    “Am I hurting you?” It was my turn to ask. I thought that maybe I was too tight or too small to be pleasurable, but amazed at the strength of feeling this stuffed cock was making my bowels experience, the variety of pleasures it was causing to course through my whole being but especially in my guts.

    He smiled gently, closed his eyes, and said, “I’m in heaven! Don’t stop! I never thought anything would feel this good, this wonderful! I want to pump my hips, to pound my cock up into your softness, into your heat, but I’m afraid I’ll hurt you. Christ, Jack, it feels so good!”

    “Gee,” I whispered, “it feels so great that I think you can pump away. It’ll only make me feel even better!” His eyes flew open. He stared at me in disbelief. I smiled, raising and lowering myself quickly on his stiff meat. He grinned.

    His right hand had been immobile on the bed since he removed it from his cock. But now he grabbed my erect cock, which had been standing alone, and started a slow manipulation. In the same rhythm, he began pumping his hips upward into me. More and more of his cock disappeared into me. With a final heave, I felt his cock hair scratch up against my asshole. I felt the rigid base of my cock against his, and felt his pubic bone beneath the cockhair. He was in to the hilt! He made minute jabs with his pelvis. I began to counter the short jabs by pulling upward, lengthening the movement of his cock in my rectum. His hand lengthened its movement on my cock. The intensity of our movements increased. Finally, I was riding the full length of the cock, sweat pouring out of me, as he was thrusting it up into me while beating mine.

    “Uh…Uhh…Uhhh,” he grunted. “God, I’m… going… to… CUM!”

    When he said “CUM”, I did! His lithe body stretched out, his hand pushed down to the base of my cock and stopped, and his body tensed. I felt a sudden expansion of the rigid cock inside of me, felt movement through it at my asshole, and knew that he was cumming.

    Instantaneously, a heavy rope of cum ejected from my cockhead and shot towards the ceiling. He saw it and opened his mouth. Like iron to a magnet the cum arched downward and dropped with a smack right into his mouth. We looked at one another. Startled. He raised his head and more cum flew directly into his open mouth where he was now aiming it. Still more shot out, hitting him on the chin, the neck, the chest.

    “Jack, I can’t believe it. Each time I shoot a wad into you, a wad comes out of your cock right at me. It’s like I’m cumming through you! Wow!” He let go of my cock. I pushed against his chest, repositioned my legs without breaking the contact of his cock in my asshole, and slowly pressed myself down against his whole body, delighting in the gooey wetness of my cum as it squished between us. As I was lowering myself, he took my face in his hands and guided my mouth to his lips. We kissed passionately, cum spilling over into my mouth from his.

    “What’s it like, Jack?” he whispered into my ear.

    “All I can say is you have GOT to try it. Nothing can be better than to cum with a cum-spewing cock in your ass!” He started to chuckle. “I’m serious. Nothing is better,” I insisted.

    “Oh, I don’t know. Wait till you’ve got YOUR cock up MY ass. If it feels half as good to you as this feels to me, you’ll know something IS better.”

    “When will that be?” I asked, innocently.

    We laughed aloud together. He mussed my hair and promised, “Soon, very soon.”

    As the lazy days of that summer passed slowly, we took every chance we could to be alone in his bedroom. The book was read, cover to cover, chapter by chapter, very slowly, and the best parts, at the back, were read over and over and over again. The two of us tried everything described in the book that interested us, and, besides having intense and terrific sex together, we truly enjoyed each other’s company. We lusted after one another, but we stayed really good friends. That bond between us has never broken. I left for the Army that fall, and our lives drifted apart for a while, but when I write my own dirty stories, it’s usually Cal I’m seeing in my mind’s eye as I describe the features of a young man. Cal, the vigorous, well-hung, boy-next-door, who first introduced me to “dirty books.” And a whole lot more!

  • Snatched! off the street

    Never take a shortcut you aren’t’ familiar with was what I was taught as a young kid. ‘Don’t go down dark alleys.’ ‘Always walk where other people are, in a crowd or something’

    Well this time I didn’t listen to that warning, and cut across some train tracks to save some time going home in Brooklyn, NY one night. No one was around, late afternoon, so I thought, why the hell not. I was walking down an empty street lined with trailers left behind by trucking companies that closed for the day. When this man seemed to come out of nowhere, and asked me for a cigarette. I said “I don’t smoke sorry”, and He said, “Ok thanks man.” and he walked down that same street in the other direction, I turned up my ipod and kept going down the street oblivious to my own surroundings. I felt a little uneasy about the encounter I turned to look back at him but he was gone, or so I thought.

    Before I knew it that same man showed up again around the corner I just turned. He was maybe in his late

    20’s or mid 30’s, good shape, maybe a few pounds on him but a good lookin’

    man. This time he grabbed a hold of my arm and insisted that I walk with

    him to this store front. I pulled back instinctively, I said I can’t I have to get home I’m late, let go! He

    firmly said, “Fuck that! you’re coming with me!” and pulled me along I struggled but he was strong and pulled me along effortlessly, my ear-buds falling from my ears and dangling by my legs. I could barely get a word out I was so stunned at what was happening! He shuffled me into this store front, it was in a newly built building, the smell of paint in the air filled my lungs, no furniture of any kind or visible items that made it look like a business you’d recognize, maybe it was a new condo or something. There were tiles and paint cans all over the place…he hurried me into a large room with a chair and a desk, that was all that was in there. I almost didn’t

    realized that he zip tied my hands behind my back and sat me down in the chair, everything moved so fast! ‘I’m not gonna hurt you as long as you do as I say.” he said firmly. I

    agreed immediately by nodding my head in stunned disbelief at what was happening, my heart was racing. He started to unbutton my shirt, pulled down my sweat pants and let them fall down at my feet. I started to protest, to resist slightly, telling him he can have my money and iPod if he just let me go. He looked at me incredulously. “I’m not a thief man! now shut the fuck up and do as I say!’ “ok, ok man shit! I said nervously.

    “Just co operate and you’ll be fine.” he insisted. He continued to undress me, standing me up for a moment taking off my shirt, pulling it down to the back of the chair by my tied hands. He took off my shoes and pulled off my sweats and sneakers and even my socks. He just left my tank top and boxers on, then pushed me down in the chair. He looked me in the eyes for a moment and grabbed my balls I jumped back in my seat startled. “Damn boy…” he said. “Those boys are big!” Squeezing my balls firmly enough to make me wince. “I love a guy in full cut boxers by the way, they’re just so manly, so hot!…you like lettin the boys hang loose huh..” He asked, in a non-threatening subdued complimentary tone. “Yea…I like to hang loose.” I replied sheepishly. It eased my mind a bit but was still nervous as hell. He positioned me in the chair and spread my legs as wide as he could. I was sweating I was so nervous. I grunted a bit, and he grabbed me by my hips and pulled me in closer to him repositioning me in the chair.

    ‘What’s this whackjob gonna do to me?’ I thought. ‘I knew I shouldn’t have takin’ that fuckin’ shortcut!!’ I thought to myself. He proceeded to tie both of my feet to the legs of the wooden chair he sat me down in. My hands were still zip-tied and my arms were hanging off the back of the chair, with my shirt hanging over them. “Look man…I won’t tell anyone! just let me go c’mon man, this is soooo fucked up!” He calmly kneeled in front of me and said non-nonchalantly “Oh relax man, you’ll enjoy this shit.” He pushed my legs apart some more. “What..enjoy what?” I asked. “Just wait a minute.” he said as he rubbed my nipples through my tank top, they got hard immediately, “Fuck!” I thought, “I love my nipples played with did he have to do that, I can’t resist that shit!!” I pulled away but he keep rubbing my left one then my right and they got so hard, his fingers were cold, cold as ice! He then reached down and grabbed my crotch, squeezing my balls and rubbing my dick, I squirmed a bit but tried to remain calm. He kissed my neck, licked my ear lobes, my dick responded immediately awakening in my boxers, straining against them in an effort to bust through! I couldn’t help but get hard! I mean I get hard when the wind blows or when the train vibrates rumbling down the tracks! But now too? My balls tightened up as my dick swelled getting so hard it hurt! ‘That’s what you get for being stupid! sooooo stupid!’ I thought to myself taking that short-cut. I must admit, it felt sooooo good though. Scary but there was a ‘rush’ to it. I even spread my legs a bit wider, as much as possible in my chair for him to gain more access to my balls he was massaging and squeezing. He reached further cupping my balls more as his fingers explored my crotch just short of my butt hole. He squeezed my balls really hard, and pulled my head back to kiss me long deep and hard, his tongue traced my lips, and went deep in my mouth. At first I just didn’t respond but then I kissed him back, swirling my tongue with his. It was gentle almost ‘butterfly’ light, the way he kissed. But sooo passionate! I wanted to kiss him!! ‘what!!’ I said to myself. ‘You wannt kiss this stranger!’ But I couldn’t help it! His mouth was soft, minty as if he just finished a tic-tac or something. His mouth felt a bit prickly with his goatee, it made my balls tingle! Never had that ‘tingle’ sensation kissing my

    girlfriend! He went around kneeled in front of me, pulled out my now throbbing dick from my boxers and started to suck it, I could hardly catch my breath it felt soooo good! Gay or not that man new how to suck dick! He was firm, took control of my cock and went to town on it!”Fuck that’s a big cock boy…you love to show it off I see.” He proceeded to jack me off in between sucking, in a back and forth pleasure-fest I thought lasted forever, didn’t even know what time it was, I didn’t care! “This is what you wanted, all this attention right? Now you’re getting it, and more to come.” He said, now swirling his tongue around my swollen cock head. I leaned back squirming in my chair every possible way, groaning and gasping for breath! It felt so good my eyes couldn’t roll back in my head any further! I didn’t know what he meant at the time, that was something I’d realized later. He swirled his tongue around my throbbing cock-head and back down my shaft, and around my balls through my boxers. He came up and wrapped his lips around my head again and deeply sucked my dick half way down and came quickly back up taking extra time on my oh so sensitive swollen cock head. I moaned with pleasure, gasping for breath over and over. It made me feel guilty though, I shouldn’t like this, much less love this! But it was impossible to resist, impossible not to LOVE it! I couldn’t help it. Fuck it felt so good!! Then he stopped abruptly and said, “I’ll be right back man, don’t go anywhere now.” he said with a laugh and sinister smirk. He left the room, I could here the door close behind him. He left me there with my throbbing cock hard as granite, pointing straight up, his saliva mixing with the precum I could feel leaking out…until I looked…Shit!! No! Wait, no it couldn’t be but yea, I was cumming! A delayed reaction to that guy sucking me off, but damn, it felt awesome! My cock was pulsing but not violently spasming or anything like that, a slight twitch, then the white cum started pouring out of my head and down my shaft! “Oh shiiiiiit. Fuck no!..” I said quietly under my breath, grunting. I squirmed in my chair as if to try and stop what was happening, as I felt the thick warm cum running down my shaft over my boxers and down between my legs. Fuck that felt amazing!! I was trying to breathe normally, controlling it as best as I could, “oh fuuuuuck!” I whispered, as more of the thick semen continued to pour out, my dick twitched a little again as the semen ran down my shaft. I strained against my zip-tied hands. ‘Man where is that fucker he should be jackin me off at least right now, drain me, finish me off right!’ I thought, as the cum poured like lava down my cock. I moaned with pleasure, the warm cum oozing down my dick felt incredible!! I inhaled deeply, it was paint-laden air but I needed to inhale and exhale to stabilize my breathing and compose myself. A mild breeze blew in through the window next to me, it mixed in with the paint thinner and building materials that were scattered all over the room. My dick twitched a bit more, was still granite hard, but getting a little softer, some residual cum was still leaking down my cock as it was sticking through the fly my boxers. I was feeling a little nervous, wha’t this dude gonna do next! The room was cold and my nipples were hard as well I could feel them! A few minutes passed, then the door opened, the man came in with another man, a young dude, 22 or 23 maybe, they both came over to me. The man noticed I ejaculated and said. “Whoa! What happened here! Did I do that?! Made you cum man? When did that happen!” he exclaimed looking at the cum leaking down my dick and cum soaked boxers. “Just as you left I started to feel like I was gonna cum so…I did, couldn’t help it…your fault man!” I said. The man laughed and said, “Got the magic touch don’t I man! Anyway this is the deal, this is Hector…by the way I didn’t catch your name?” While the young man next to him fixated on my cock. “I’m Johnny.” I replied nervously. “Hector, this is Johnny, Johnny this is Hector and you two boys are gonna put on a show for me.” Hector stood there, in his boxers and nothing else, not even socks. The man reached behind Hector and cut the zip-ties off of him. I didn’t even realized it but Hector was tied up like I was. Hector leaned close to me and said, “We gotta do this man, trust me don’t fight it, just give into it. it’ll be ok.”

    “Do what?” I asked. Hector looked at the man. The man said, “Hector’s gonna ride

    your dick till you both shoot your loads all over the place. And I’m

    gonna tape it.” he said with a sinister matter-of-fact tone and added smirk. My dick at

    this point was semi-hard, at first I didn’t know what to say, but knew it wouldn’t matter, this would happen regardless, so I better accept it, and roll with it. Hector stood there in his Hanes boxers as if he’s done this before, at least that’s the impression I got. The man looked at me, I could tell,

    looking at his eyes he wasn’t kidding. He came over to me and stood behind me.”Here’s the deal, I’ll untie you, but are you gonna behave or not?” He asked. “Shit!….Yea, I’ll behave, I’m in my underwear, where am I gonna run to anyway, you’ve got all my stuff!” I exclaimed. The man laughed and said. “Cool, just relax in the chair, your legs are still gonna be tied up though. You boys are gonna love this.” And proceeded to cut me loose from the zip-ties.I”Ok what…. so now what?” I asked rubbing my wrists where the zip-ties made an impression in my skin. “Simple.” the man said. “Hector and you are gonna kiss, for starters… and make it good!

    believable! Then he’s gonna sit down on that huge dick of yours and take a long hard ride!” he said matter-of-factly. The man gave Hector a condom. “Hector, roll that down on Johnny’s cock when your ready to take a ride.” he said laughing. Hector was thin, skinny, 100lbs maybe? 5’8″ tops. Smooth-bodied, lean muscle, a light beard and hairy legs. He came over to me and said confidently. “Let’s do this.” He grabbed my semi-erect cock and started to jack me, using the left-over cum as lubricant, it responded by getting rock hard again. He grabbed by crotch taking a firm grip on my balls and kissed me softly at first, his soft lips pressed against mine. He tasted like gum, spearmint or something like that. I hesitated for a bit letting his tongue explore my mouth while he jacked me off. I kissed him back reluctantly at first, pushing into his lips. He responded by kissing me harder, deeper entwining his tongue with mine. He pulled my tank to the side and licked my nipples, from left to right they hardened with each flick of his warm tongue…I put my hands behind my back as he sucked my nipples, arching my back with each flick of Hectors tongue, I moaned with pleasure! I can’t believe that I was into this, but I was! My nipples were so sensitive, they immediately got rock hard, my dick was throbbing as Hector jacked it through my boxers’ fly. He gently licked my right nipple which sent me into spasms pulling against my restraints, “fuck man!” I managed to say, making me pant it felt awesome! It felt so good, precum was leaking heavily now as Hector continued to jacked my dick. Noticing the precum he smiled and used his index finger to gently rub the tip of my dick and spread the precum around my throbbing cock head, already coated from the previous ejaculation, I squirmed and groaned in my chair twisting and turning each and every way from the shear pleasure that overwhelmed by body! Each time Hector used his finger playing with my swollen cock-head I jumped in my chair, held back by the zip-ties I could only move so far, “Oh! Please stooooooop man! Stop for a few seconds so I can catch my breath man!” I managed to say, in between gasps for breath.

    “Fuck!! Damn man!! Shiiiiit!’ I yelled as I gasp for breath. Hector smiled, eased up a bit, and grabbed my head and pulled me into him as he kissed me deeply. “Why are you doing this anyway man?” I asked practically out of breath. Hector continued deep kissing me. Just continued to work my dick, oblivious to the world around him it seemed. Hector continued to massage my cock head as more precum leaked out soaking my shaft each time he jacked my cock. “Yea, you like that nigga? you love that don’t you papi….hell yea, you do, damn you’ve got a huge dick man!.” I was in ecstasy, my body quivering with each kiss, each lick of a nipple, each tweak of a nipple, each yank on my cock! I put my hands back behind my head and arched my back again stretching as far as I could. “Oh man this is so fucked up! But heeeeeeeeeeelllll fuckin’ yea I love it man! Oh shiiiiiiiiiit! Fuck!” I exclaimed. It was hard to say I didn’t like it, when my dick was granite hard and practically purple from the blood engorging it! Hector continued to kiss me deeply, as I kissed him back, we traced each others lips with our tongues, from gentle to hard we kiss for what seemed like forever! He jacked me from my cock-head to my balls, hard! fast! firmly taking command of my cock, I was

    moaning and powerless to do anything about it, but let him! I loved it!! And I hated that I loved it! All the while the man was taping the entire scene, I forgot he was even there! “Hell fuckin’ yea boys!, that’s what I’m

    talkin’ bout!!’ Hector slipped out of his boxers now. I said. “Wait? How we gonna do this, I’m still dressed basically?” No problem the man said, I want Hector to ride your dick while it’s stickin through your shorts. It’s a

    ‘thing’ I have, love to jack a dude off in his boxers and have another dude ride his dick while he’s wearing them….so carry on boys! Keep your hands behind your head Johnny.” The man instructed. “Like you did before.” As if I had a choice, meanwhile my dick was so hard my balls tightened so hard they hurt! Hector kissed me again and said. “I want that cock in my ass so bad!” I watched as he positioned himself just

    above my cock, damn! This is really gonna happen! His ass almost touching my cock. “oops!” he exclaimed.

    “Forgot to put some latex on that monster!” the man handed him a Trojan XXL, I almost forgot about that myself, I was so wanting his ass on my cock as well! I couldn’t believe I was thinking that but it was true! I wanted that little ass sliding down on my throbbing cock so bad!! Fuck it! I didn’t care if it was gay, I’ll hate myself later, but damn if Hectors’ ass wasn’t fine! Small, tight and I needed to tear into it! Hector jacked my dick hard and fast and slipped the condom on, positioned himself over my dick again. I put my hands behind my head and exclaimed, “oh shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!! OH! Fuuuuuuuuuuckkkkk!” as my cock-head eased into Hectors tight ass, I could feel the resistance as he moved down slowly on it, he impaled himself down on the tip of my cock head, slowly easing down on my shaft as I spread my legs wider, I could feel the zip ties on my legs cut the circulation off practically, in my legs! I grabbed his smooth ass as I gasped for breath as my cock-head slipped into Hector hole! It felt so incredible, he was soooo tight! My cock only hardened more, strained as it opened up his tight ass, it was soooo tight! Hectors hole shut tight around my shaft as I finally penetrated him deeper and deeper! He gasped, “OH fuck yea!!, fuck that cocks’ sooooo big! shit!! man!!…damn papi!” he exclaimed, he laughed a little as said, “fuckers bigger than I thought!” He proceeded to slowly bounce on my cock as I moaned and groaned with pleasure, my cocks’ gonna explode in his ass I keep thinking, like it’s never exploded with any chick! Hector positioned himself so we could kiss as he rode my cock, playing with my nipples and kissing me for what seemed like an eternity. I grabbed his hard dick and jacked him while we kissed. ‘Electric’ feelings shot through my body as my cock opened up his ass more and it wrapped tightly around my shaft….he took my cock balls deep in his smooth tight butt! He grinded down on my cock, riding it like a pro, riding it’s full length, like he’s done this more than once, or twice, oh hell maybe a hundred times!! I just thought to myself, “I wasn’t even trying to stop these dudes from doing this, talkin’ them out of this? why not?” Because I dreamed of something like this happening, secretly, somewhere deep in my mind perhaps, these feelings existed? I don’t know. To be ‘taken’ and forced to do this to finally realized that’s what I always wanted to do! I had sexual feeling for guys, fantasies about what it would be like to fuck them,

    and here I am! But they weren’t real! Just fantasies, NOT REAL! The man was rubbing his cock through his sweat pants, a huge bulge strained against those sweats as I looked over to my left, he was in his own world, taping us while Hector rode me good! I closed my eyes and moaned so loud I thought the whole world could hear me!! “Oh shiiiiiit!” Hector suddenly exclaimed, thick white cum was gushing out of

    his cock as I looked down, I could feel his warm cum coating my abs, didn’t even touch himself when

    it happened! I laughed and said, “History repeating itself! Damn! must’ve hit the right spot huh!” “Hell fuckin’ yea papi!” “Hell yea!” Both Hector and me were laughing, but my time was coming up now, my turn

    to shoot! A few more kisses, Hector slowed down his ‘bounce’ he started to grind down slowly, and moaned as cum continued to drip from his cock, I grabbed his dick to drain him even more as his balls emptied their remaining cum onto my stomach. “Shit!…shiiiit” that was great papi! Hell yea! Fuck yea!!…daaaaaamn you made me cum!” Hector looked at me, breathing heavily closing his eyes and moaning continuing to bounce hard on my dick again. I thrust deep and up into his ass hard, forcefully, making him gasp with each thrust. If I wasn’t still tied up I’d split that boy in half I swear!! I felt Hector’s body shake as he moaned and breathed deeply, my breathing increased as well, we were both sweating like we were running a fuckin’ marathon!! I hated the fact I was tied up, I’d love to grab his ass and push and pull it down on my cock, jack his dick, but all I could do was hang on as my cock tore Hectors ass up with each thrust! Then I felt my cock start to pulse deep in Hectors ass! The pressure was building in my balls I could feel the time was near. Shit I’m gonna shoot! “OH SHIT!!” I exclaimed as waves and waves of pulses shot through my cock as it spasmed and I started bustin in Hectors ass!! “Fuck!! FUCK!! FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKK!!! I screamed as I exploded deep in that tight ass!! I reached and grabbed his butt, and I could feel jet streams of cum blasting inside Hector as my cock pulsed and my balls draining all that cum deep inside that oh so tight ass! ! I felt Iike I was hyperventilating, both of us nearly fell to the floor as the chair I was sitting in creaked and strained from our weight and motion! I felt the cum gush outta Hectors’ ass all over and down my balls, the cum running out of Hectors ass down the boxers I was wearing deep between my legs and onto the chair I was sitting. “Fuck the rubber broke probably! shit!!’ My cock was still hard in Hectors’ ass as he hopped off of it and it fell against my belly, residual cum still leakin’ from my still hard cock’s head. I was amazed at all that cum I shot! My tank top was soaked with sweat, Hector and me were soaked with sweat, exhausted. My breathing started to ease a bit, my cock twitched as Hector kissed me, deeply, I kissed him back, my cock awakening again, it got semi hard, I could still feel some more cum leak down my shaft. When Hectors lips left mine, my cock remained semi-erect a little while longer relaxed and went down, spent, my balls drained dry. Meanwhile I could see my cum running down Hectors’ legs from my explosion! The man came over to us and said, “Fuck boys that was sooooo incredible, now that’s how men fuck….not a gay thing, sometimes a man’s gotta take care of another man.” I nodded, not so much in agreement as I was sooooo spent, tired and drained, my balls loosening up a bit from tightening so much before! “Ok boys, there’s a shower in the next room, fully working shower in you want to clean up, I’m sure you do.” he said with a chuckle. He came over and cut my restraints off. I rubbed the skin where they clamped down on me and asked the man.”So why did you do this to me anyway?” He looked at me, as Hector looked on and said. “Those jeans you’re wearing, that bulge on your right side of your pants?, you like showing off don’t you..so I had to teach you a lesson you wanted attention you got it…I couldn’t resist I had to do something, just needed to see that thing in action in Hectors’ ass is all.” “I snatched him off the street about a half hour ago before I snatched you up, and I needed another dude to make this happen, then I saw you. And that cock! Man I couldn’t stop staring at the bulge!” “Oh is that all. I’m not showing off, I mean I put on my pants and push my junk off to the right. ” I said incredulously.

    “Yea I think you know everyone can see that thing through your pants, you like to show it off.” He insisted.

    I just smiled and said nothing. Hector came over to me grabbed my balls I winced a bit, startled. Hector said. “Well let’s take that shower man look at this mess!.” Pointing to the semen still coating his legs and butt. We both went in to the bathroom, turned on the water, stepped inside. Hector grabbed me pulled me close and kissed me. As he did he grabbed my cock, and I grabbed his, we stood there kissing and lightly jackin’ our dicks. “Think I could drain some more cum outta that thing?” “Fuck yea! I could make this a habit.” I said. “Good thing we’re in the shower, easy clean up this way!” I said. My cock reawakened again, looks like Hector’s ass is gonna get opened up again! And again! We kissed in the shower as the steam built up to a fog, my cock shot back up to it’s hardest state yet as Hector cupped my balls and firmly tugged on them…as we continued to kiss, cum started to pour out of my dick, Hector’s grip on my balls eased a bit and seemed to fade off….the steam started to become more fog like, very thick and then…… I woke up in that shower! All I remember was making out with this kid Hector and cumming again…then he was gone, the man, who snatched us up was gone! I raced out into the room where I was tied up, only the chair remained, my clothes were draped over it and my sneakers under it. It was like my kidnapping never happened! Impossible, and the cum soaked chair proved it! I got dressed quickly and ran outside into the street, it was morning! I must’ve been there overnight! Shit! No sight of them! Damn I thought, maybe it was a dream? No my boxers were soaked with cum as well, it did happen! I know it did! Hopefully I thought to myself, it’ll happen again, I have to take that short-cut again!

    The end


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  • saga of a playboy

    The wind was blowing furiously and dark clouds covered the sky. The lightning after every few seconds that shook the earth was an easy interpretation of the heavy rain that was soon to pour into the city. Stephen quickened his steps to reach his destination without getting drenched. In the last two years he changed a lot. It had been two years since he left the hotel he worked in and also he moved out of that city. In his past two birthdays he had grown even more handsome. His height increased a few inches and now he stood at 6 ft 3 inches , his lips became fuller and his mysterious blue eyes became yet deeper and more sexy if that was possible. His shoulders were broader and his chest puffed out , and through the tight fitting white shirt he was wearing anyone could see his hard nipples poking his shirt out. He has grown his hair to his shoulder length on request of Ralph and the dirty blonde look made him look no less than Adonis. As he tried to move fast, his long well built legs helped him do so. The black trousers he was wearing fitted well against his tight, round ass cheeks. Soon he turned right and hit was just a few hundred metres away when it started raining furiously. Within seconds he was drenched completely in rain. “shit god damn rain” he muttered slowly under his breath. Soon he reached his flat and rang the calling bell. The door opened and stood Ralph, wearing his tight red colour briefs that had laces knotted just beneath his navel point. Ralph was smiling sweetly at Stephen. He held stephen’s arm and pulled him inside the flat.

    “oh my god! You are all wet. You open your clothes and I will fill the buckets for u to have a bath. But before that” said Ralph hugging Stephen from back and kissing his shoulder gently,” happy anniversary dear”.

    Stephen turned around and took Ralph in a tight embrace and slowly raised him in his hug and gently pressed his lips against Ralph’s. after a long kiss he broke apart and said with a naughty smile” why don’t we take the shower together honey?”

    Ralph pushed Stephen aside ‘ because love I have to prepare dinner while u get washed”.

    ” I have no need for dinner, I will eat u”

    ” then I have to say I have no intention being eaten” saying so Ralph went to the bathroom.

    After sometime Stephen returned taking a long warm bath. He had not dried his hair and small droplets still clung to his hair. Ralph was sitting on the sofa watching his favourite porn dvds. Stephen went to Ralph and sat on the floor with his back to Ralph and his head resting on ralph’s bare thigh. Ralph smiled. He took the towel and slowly began to dry his hair while they watched a hot sex session going on in their lcd.

    After dinner Stephen was lying on the bed waiting for Ralph. When Ralph came in Stephen could not help playing with his enourmous tool of 11 inches. To him he could make love to that 5ft 11 inches blonde looking, gray eyed sexy Raaalph, holding his tiny waist between his firm hands, sucking on that 7 inches, licking that tight pink asshole of his , the brown pointing nipples for years without stopping for a second. As soon as Ralph came to bed Stephen pinned him down to bed and got over him. Ralph smiled “naughty you are, right sexy?” saying so Ralph pulled his fingers out of his undies and placed them on his lips. Stephen parted his lips and took the fingers inside and slowly began to lick and suck on them. With his one hand , Stephen began to rub Ralph’s right nipple and slowly began to pinch it. Ralph gave a sweet moan. Stephen let his fingers go and bent to kiss the nipple and started to suck on it. He slowly began to massage it with his hot tounge bit it and again suck it hard. Ralph pressed his head on his nipple for more. After sometime Stephen began to massage the other nipple. Then he slowly began to lick his armpits slowly cleaning them of the sweat. He gradually moved down to his nipples again and then went to his navel. Ralph was moaning and making sounds of pleasure. Stephenwent to his briefs and began to un knot the laces with hism teeth. Ralph was holding the bed stands and moving his ass up and down to rub his crotch against Stephen’s face. Stephen liked it. He slowly kissed his manhood above the briefs and then pulled it down and took it out of his legs. He then again went down and kissed on the forehead of the uncut 7 inches tool of Ralph. Ralph raised his ass and forced his manhood inside stephen’s warm mouth which Stephen took happily in. with his hot tounge licking the head and then sucking his tool between his full lips made Ralph shout in ectasy. Stephen stopped and smiled naughtily at Ralph. Then he took his tool in his hand and began sucking it rough again going all way down pulling the foreskin back and then again coming up , licking the forehead with his warm tounge. When Stephen saw Ralph was at the edge, he stopped. He held his legs and made them wide apart and placed them on his shoulders. Now Stephen had a clear look at ralph’s sweet love hole. He placed a pillow beneath his ass to raise it. Then going down with his hands he separated the ass chicks and began to lick the entrance of the hole with quick movements of the tounge. Ralph was moaning aloud. Then Stephen pushed his tounge in and began to clean ralph’s prostate with his tounge. He pushed one of his fingers inside his ass and began to finger fuck him and lick him at the same time. Ralph was mad by now. “make me cum love, make me cum” he began to plead. Stephen quickly came up and took his tool inside his mouth and began deep throating him. His warm wet mouth was doing uts magic on Ralph and he began to fuck stephen’s mouth furiously. After a few more minutes of hard bed action Ralph began to move his ass furiously showing he was near… after a few more jerks he shot his sweet creamy load inside stephens mouth. Stephen did not gulp it in. once Ralph was done shooting his cum, Stephen came up and began to kiss Ralph, their lips locked fighting each other and the sweet taste of cum was driving them crazy. After sometime they broke the kiss. They were sweating profusely. Ralph looked into stephen’s eyes and with a smile he said ” I love you Stephen”. Stephen pulled him close and hugged him and repeted the words. Then they slept in each others arm for the nyt.