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I always wanted the fairytale princess love story, to “fall in love” and be “swept off my feet”. I wanted that sweet boy,that would love me forever, and we’d walk off into the horizon. But lets face reality:That’s bullshit. Because (Drum roll please…) I’m gay.

The name is Kyle. I am 19, short as hell (5’7′ to be exact…), and biracial. I live in a apartment with Dalton. He played Football and Hockey for our university, but his shity grades got him booted off. He unfortunately is homophobic, so I tend suppress my “Disease” (as my brothers would say). Dalton is very attractive, and he knows it. He is a complete asshole, which is a major turnoff.

At 6’3, 230 lbs, he is a hunk of hotness. Medium length; dirty blond hair, and piercing emerald eyes, he is a force to be reckoned with. He always measures and weighs his self, which was how I knew his “attributes” as he would say.

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I got up and did my usual morning routine, and walked into the living room to find my keys. When I walked into the living room, Dalton whom was passed out on the sofa, from his drunkenness, were suffocating my keys. I kicked him and he moved over and his body exposed my keys. I grabbed them and left.

As I was making my way to the car I received a text from Dalton.

“Thanks for waking me up.” I laughed at the text. I replied a simple “You’re welcome.”

I was on my way to meet my friends Alex and Chris. I met Chris and Alex at a café near the edge of downtown.

“Hey guys.” I sighed.

“What is matter now?” Alex said annoyingly.

“I’m just tired… Of being alone,” I said defeated.

“Could you be less of a bitch Alex?” Chris asked.

“Well, no.” Alex said laughing.

“It’s Lance.” “He is being an extra asshole.” I replied.

Lance is my boyfriend of Two months, and lately he’s been pushing the sex thing.

“You still haven’t given it up yet?!” Alex blurted out.

“No.” I replied.

“I doesn’t feel right huh?” Chris asked

“No.” I replied.

Having sex with Lance never came into my mind. I just never have felt that way about him. But in his mind, I’m apparently having sex with Dalton.

I left Alex and Chris to give them some “Alone” time and went off shopping. Tonight Lance is coming over, and Dalton will be out with his friends, so I’ll have time with him.

I made my way back into the Apartment, and Dalton was on the balcony lifting weights.

“Hey Dalton,” I yelled. No reply. Fine.

I started dinner, and Dalton came inside. The thing about Dalton was no matter how much he sweat, I didn’t smell it.

“Is that for me?” Dalton asked from behind me.

“Unless you are going to eat with two lovers, then no.” I said staring at him. He turned around and left.

20 minutes later, a knock was at the door. It was Lance. Dalton answered it, and when Lance saw his face, he gave Dalton a sour look. Lance was an average guy, 6’1′, black hair, brown eyes. Nothing interesting about him. Lance broke me out of my thoughts.

“Hey Kyle,” Lance said, kissing me soon after.

I didn’t even see Dalton leave. Me and Lance talked, at dinner, and watched some T.V. Everything was fine until he started kissing me. I wanted him to stop.

” Stop.” I said, “I’m a virgin, and I want to keep it that way.” I looked over at Lance.

“We have been dating for TWO months!” Lance replied angrily.

“I’m not some road whore Lance.” I said calmly.

“True. But you’re waiting on Dalton aren’t you!?” Lance replied.

“No!” I yelled. I was so sick of this shit. I got up and headed for my room. He followed.

“I want to break up with you.” I said looking away.

“You don’t want to break up with me…” Lance said coldly.

“You d-” I was cut off by Lance grabbing my throat.

He slammed me to the wall, and then to the bed. He didn’t say anything. He started kissing me; roughly. I tried to fight back, but he was much too strong. I knew my fate when he forcibly removed my pants. He was punching me in the process, eventually I was going to pass out.

Then he penetrated me. The pain was unbearable. He was forcing his self inside me, and hard. I was somewhat relieved that he was using a condom. Even though it was minutes, it felt like hours; I was trapped in a world of pain and darkness. He began to grunt, which meant he was almost done.

But then, a weight was lifted off of me. His body wasn’t on me anymore, it was gone. My eyes were shut, and I refused to open them, but I could hear bumping and crashing. It grew silent, then I heard Dalton’s voice.

“Kyle…” Dalton called out. I could feel his body heat.

“D-Dont…touch….m-me.” I cried.

“He’s gone.” Dalton replied.

Dalton tried to reach out and help me. I moved as much as I could. I didn’t anyone to touch me. I saw Dalton leave the room. He came back, with a towel and one of his shirts.

” Here, you need to take a bath.” Dalton said. I didn’t move, and I wasn’t moving any time soon so he picked me up. I hit him repeatly, in his face and anywhere I could, but with no avail.

“Are you done?” Dalton asked.

“Yes.” I said defeated. I was tired and beaten.

“I can walk on my own Dalton,” I said motioning him to put me down.

“No you can’t.” Dalton replied. He was right. I couldn’t stand on my own two feet.

Dalton put me down in the bathtub. I was covered in my own blood. My body ached. Tears began to run down my face.

“Don’t cry.” Dalton said.

“Dalton… I-I…” I stammered.

“You need to stop trying to find out how this is your fault.” Dalton said, as he was washing me. “He is a sick bastard, and he got what he deserved.” Dalton said without even changing his expression.

“W-What did….you do to him?” I stammered due to the pain.

“Nothing.” Dalton said, “Nothing compared to what I’m going to do to him when I see him again.”

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I woke up in Dalton’s bed. I felt the contours of the bed. It was amazingly comfortable, which made me wonder why he always slept on the couch. My nose was overwhelmed by Dalton’s smell. It was somewhat intoxicating; strong and manly like. I stumbled out of bed. My back and face were sore from the beating last night. I feel to my knees and began to sob.

“How could I let this happen to myself!?!” I thought, “I was always cautious, and strong willed….h-how…did he…?”

I looked at the balcony, the window.

“What if he told people?” I said to myself, “How would I fix this mess?”

I was right. If anyone found out about this they would judge me, saying things. I was a gay man, and no matter how many laws protected my freedom, society would never agree with this. I decided ending my life was the best way. I headed towards the the window, placing my feet on the railing. The air was flowing throughout the oversized shirt. I felt free.

But I never noticed Dalton kicking the door in. I had locked it. I put my foot forward a began to fall, but something snatched me back.

“WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING!?!” It was Dalton. I guess he saved my again.

“If anyone finds out about this, my life is over…” I responded, “WHY DID YOU STOP ME? I screamed. Dalton’s anger disappeared.

“Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem.” Dalton said staring into my eyes.

“Why do you care…?” I said looking away.

Dalton hugged me and said: “Because, you are important to me.” Dalton kissed me on the forehead.

Dalton walked away, and turned around and said:

“Don’t tell me you let Lance take all of you. Because that would suck…” Dalton said smirking.

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I woke up the next morning. I walked into the living room, and Dalton wasn’t there. I was shocked, but also relieved. It gave me time to think about what happened between me and Dalton. I let out a sigh. How dumb was I? Trying to kill myself over something stupid.

My phone rang, it was Alex.

“Do you wanna come out with me and Chris?” Alex asked before I could say anything.

“Yeah. Sure.” I replied.

“We haven’t seen you in while. I was beginning to worry sweetie,” Chris said. It was true. They hadn’t heard from me in 4 days.

“Be ready at 5:00.” Chris said.

“Ok.” I replied.

It was rolling close to 3pm when I saw Dalton. He had a shirt that was clenched to his chiseled body due to sweat, shorts that did no justice to hiding his bulge, and his little of hair in a sloppy bun, ponytail.

“Hey.” I said, with my back facing him.

“Nothing, just got back from the Gym with the boys.” Dalton replied.

“Well I’m going out with Chris and Alex later,” I said, turning to face him. When I turned I saw, him stretching due to tiredness. But within those few seconds, this was the first time I appreciated his beauty. His golden, curly brown hair, he removed from his sight. As he tilted his head his chiseled jaw line became more evident, his full pink lips twitched as he moved. He had removed his shirt, his body; lightly covered with sweat, which defined his statuesque, god-like body, his sun-kissed olive skin; which gave him an appearance of a Greek Adonis. His shorts clung to his body conforming to his bulge, his large tall, muscular legs tensed, showing their strength and power.

30 seconds. A half of a minute. Made me realize I was now attracted to him, which was a problem.

“Kyle..” Dalton called out. He broke my thoughts.

“Huh?” I replied dumbfounded.

“Are you okay?” Dalton asked looking worried.

“I…er…um…fine.” I replied in a broken sentence.

“Good don’t creep me out like that..” Dalton said heading into his room.

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5pm came quickly. I put on good clothes, and got ready. I looked in the mirror. My Mom was a supermodel, and my Dad was a rich good looking man. So it was inevitable that I wouldn’t be good looking myself. My Charcoal curly hair (Which was a nuisance), my Ocean blue eyes, which were tinted with green are my best feature; my bronze-olive skin, and my gymnast body gave the men a run for their money.

There was a knock on the door. I opened it to Alex, Chris and Evan.

“Hey!” They all shouted harmony.

“Hey guys…” I replied calmly.

They came in, because I was still in the process of getting ready. When I came into the Kitchen, Dalton was talking to Alex and Chris.

“So you’re Dalton?” Chris asked surprised. They had never met him, which meant they never saw him. I was the only gay that Dalton would tolerate, so the way they were looking at him was not good.

“Time to go…” I said awkwardly, defusing the situation.

“Be safe Kyle.” Dalton said turning his back.

“I will…” I replied closing the door.

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We ended up going to just another gay club. Alex and Evan had already starting taking down shots, and because I was 19, I was the designated driver. I pulled Chris over to the most secluded table, and explained to him why I was gone so long.

“Oh god…” Chris said on the verge of tears. I hated seeing him like this.

“Chris…” I said pained, ” I don’t want any sympathy; it happened, and I can’t change it.” I held Chris’s hand.

” Let’s go dance,” Chris replied lightening up the melancholy mood.

We began to dance. I was shorter that Chris, he was 5’11, and I was 5’7. I rested my head on his shoulder. Then we separated. He started to dance gracefully. He no doubt was breathtakingly beautiful. Shattering crystal blue eyes, icy blonde hair, smooth fair skin, and full pink lips. He looked like a fantasy character from a book.

“You okay sweetie?” Chris asked breaking my thoughts.

“Yeah, you just perfect.” I replied. Chris giggled.

“Oh, no!… Stop it!” He said blusing. Alex must have heard us, because he came over.

“Don’t be trying to steal my Christophe!” Alex yelled laughing. Chris hated when people said his name that way. It reminded him of his french parents and how much they hated his sexuality.

“Don’t say my name like that.” Chris replied through gritted teeth.

“Sorry babe,” Alex replied. I looked at Alex. If Chris was an ice prince, Alex was the opposite. Dark hair slicked back, emerald green eyes, arms covered in tattoos, he was a heartbreaker. A sexy looking biker type mixed with a Giorgio Armani model.

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After 6 hours of eating, drinking, dancing it was time to go home. I was the designated driver, so I had to chauffeur everyone around. By the time I got home it was 12 midnight. I opened the door to my apartment, and Dalton was asleep, on the couch in his robe.

“Dalton..” I called. He looked over.

“Hey.” He said dryly; “I thought I would wait on you…”

“Come on lets go to bed,” I said motioning towards his bedroom door.

“Together…?” Dalton replied. I froze.

“Er…um…I-I…” I stammered.

“Kyle…” Dalton called.

“I-” I was cut off by a Kiss. A… KISS!?!

“Dalton… St-sto-p” I whimpered.

He was moving down to my neck. My back was turned to him. I could feel him. He was so hard, and large. He started to un-button my shirt. My moans turned into whimpers. He turned me to him, and planted a kiss on my lips. No words. Just breath. He grabbed my waist, and picked me up. He took me to his bed, and put me down.

I said nothing. He removed my pants and underwear. I was smooth. He began to kiss me intensely. I didn’t want him to stop. He stopped and looked me into my eyes.

“If you want me to stop I will,” Dalton said looking into my eyes.

“Please…. Don’t.” I replied.

He moved down into my neck. He began to softly nip at it. I cupped his the back of neck, and pushed him into me. I couldn’t control my moans. This… Was a touch of a man… Love I had never felt.

“Do you like that?” Dalton asked.

I replied with a feeble moan. He moved down onto my torso kissing my gently loving the contours of my body. He moved down to my throbbing erection, and swallowed me whole. I couldn’t control my body. His hand held my down as it softly caressed my skin.

I was so close. I desperately clung to the bed.

“Dalt-Dalton…” I called out. I was cumming, hard. Dalton lifted my legs. He flicked his tongue over my hole, which was still contracting from the hard orgasm. I had never been rimmed before. I technically was still a virgin. It felt like euphoria. I was opening up the most vulnerable part of me. To Dalton.

“Kyle…” Dalton said softly, “Are ready to go further?” Dalton was so worried about me.

“Yes.” I replied.

I pulled Dalton up. I began to kiss him, dragging my moist lips down his ripped body. I made to his large, throbbing erection. I was so big, it couldn’t hold itself up. I wrapped my lips around it, and began to bob. Dalton began to moan. He grabbed my head, and started to fuck my face. I he started to twitch, and he pulled my head off his cock and I was masked with cum.

“Sorry…” Dalton said embarrassed wiping the cum off my face.

I climbed on Dalton. I wanted him to fuck me. Hard. Began to sit on his cock covered in my saliva. He was so thick.

“You’re so…tight…” Dalton said through gritted teeth. Once he was inside me, he sat up. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he wrapped his arms around my back. He started slow, thrusting all of him inside me. I placed my hands on his shoulders, put my mouth to his ear and said:

“Fuck me…hard.” I said breathing.

That’s when the pounding started. I could hear our skin colliding, creating fire as we went. He was pounding my prostate. My moans became fragmented, on short breaths. I was close. Sunk my nails into his back, he fucked me harder. Our torsos collided, and I came. As I was cumming he kept pounding me annihilating my prostate which made my orgasm harder. He began to grunt, I felt it. He creamed me.

He put me down on my back.

He lifted my legs, and began to plow me again. I could heard the slapping of our bodies, as Dalton gazed me in the face. Each thrust I moaned louder, as he invaded the insides of my thighs. I was coming again. Deeper and deeper he went, until he let out a roar and volleys of cum in my rectum.

Then he collapsed on me.

“I love you, you idiot.” Dalton said laying right beside me.

“I am not an idiot.” I replied

“Shut up and stop ruining the moment.” Dalton said, looking at the ceiling.

“I love you too, you asshole.” I replied snuggling him.

I guess, my fairytale was coming true….

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Hi, GayDemons! I thought I would share new story! What do you think? Questions or comments! Chapter 2…… Who knows? ~Kyle

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Hearing the knock at my door, I wondered who it could be since I wasn’t expecting anyone.

When I opened the door and saw who as there, without thinking in said, “Holy shit! What are you doing here?”

“Well, if that’s the way you feel, I guess I better leave,” he replied and turned to leave the porch.

“Don’t you dare! Get your hot sweet ass in this house,” I told Buck, the hot trucker I had given the ride to.

Smiling, he followed me inside and once the door was closed, he grabbed me and as he hugged me, he kissed me passionately.

After the kiss, I asked, “How long are you here for?”

“All week if you want me.”

“Hell yea,” I replied.

Smiling, he picked me up and after asking directions to my bedroom, he carried me there and gently lay me on the bed. After another kiss, he began lovingly removing what few clothes I had on then he himself stripped.

Seconds later we were making hot passionate love quickly going into a sixty-nine. Later after roughly fucking each others ass, we dressed and went out to lunch.

It was great seeing Buck, and I only worked two days then took the rest of the week off.

Mid week, I took Buck to my favorite bar and watched with pleasure as others tried to seduce him and take him home and him tell them he was already taken by the hottest guy in the bar.

My best friend, and occasional sex partner, Jim was one of them.

“You told me about him, but I never dreamed he was this fucking hot.”

“He’s even hotter in bed,” I replied.

On Saturday I had Jim and a few others over for burgers and at one point when Buck had excused himself to use the restroom, Jim looked at me and said, “Mark, you may not have realized it but Buck is in love with you.”

“What? No he isn’t.”

“Oh yes he is. I’ve been watching the way he looks at you. It’s pure love in his eyes.”

I just shook it off as bull shit although I did care a lot for Buck.

On Sunday, he returned to the road after we agreed to continue meeting when we could.

By Wednesday, being without Buck I was hornier than ever and decided to check out the local gay chat room. After having made a date before and it turning out to be someone I knew, I was sure it wouldn’t happen again.

I logged in and began chatting with some of the guys in the room. After a few minutes, I got a private chat from a guy going by ‘luvsitall’.

He was a local guy and after chatting and checking out each others profile, we found we had a lot in common.

Then I got another message from his saying “Horny as hell here. Let’s get together and service each other.”

“Sounds good to me,” I replied. “Where?”

“My place. I live alone and am nude and I don’t want to dress. I’m Sam.”

“I’m Mark and it will be hot having you answer the door totally naked. What’s the address?”

He gave it to me and I recognized the street.

“You’re only about ten minutes from me. See you soon.”

I logged off, slipped on only a pair of shorts and tee shirt and some flip-flops and headed out.

Right at ten minutes later I pulled up in the drive of a nice quaint small house on a quiet street.

I hurried to the door and knocked. He cracked the door, saying, “Mark?”

“Yea, Sam, It’s me.”

He opened the door and I hurried in and as he closed the door, I got to look at his magnificent body. He was tall with a large muscular chest and slim waist. His arms were those of a body builder as were his legs. His hair was brown and his eyes were bright blue.

However what I loved best, other than his nice long cock, was the fact that his chest stomach arms legs and back were covered with a nice hot layer of dark brown hair.

He grabbed me and began hugging me pressing his lips to mine. As we kissed he quickly stripped me. Soon, we were on his bed, fondling each other as we kissed passionately.

Before long he began giving me a full body hot wet tongue bath, not missing one part of my body. Once he had completed the tour of my body, he returned to my rock hard cock and quickly swallowed it to the balls. I gasped and he began working his head up and down on my cock.

It didn’t take me long to reach my climax and told him I was close. He paused just long enough to tell me he wanted to eat every drop, and seconds later I began feeding him. I was so hot, I didn’t think my cock would ever stop shooting cum. Sam eagerly and hungrily swallowed every drop as he milked me dry.

Within seconds, I was doing the same to him and it was delicious.

We lay cuddled together and as we did we began talking and he asked what type work I did. After telling him that I was the old proverbial traveling salesman, he laughed and asked if I had a cock waiting in each town. Laughing, I replied “Not every town.”

I asked what he did and he smiled and said, “If I tell you, I’ll have to kill you.”

“Oh, really. That secretive?”

“Not really, but I’m going to trust you to keep it to yourself.”

“You have my word,” I replied.

“I’m a county deputy sheriff.”

“No shit? That’s fucking hot, and I understand your concern for privacy.”

“Thanks,” he replied. “It’s rare for me to be in that chat room but I was so fucking horny. I want you to fuck me also.”

“It will be my pleasure.”

Soon after, I had my cock buried in his hot tight bubble ass and it felt awesome.

I soon filled his ass with my thick load and I knew that there was something I had to do. Holding his legs high, I buried my mouth on his hole and began eating my own cum out. As I did, he moaned softly saying “Fuck yea. Don’t swallow it. Kiss me and share it.”

I did and soon he was fucking me and after filling me he ate his load out and we again kissed and shared.

As we lay there cuddled together, he said he had a favor to ask e. When I asked what it was he looked into my eyes and said, “I want you to fist fuck me.”

“Sure,” I replied.

He reached into his night stand and retrieved a small can of Crisco and handed it to me. I knew what to do and moments later I was pistoning my arm in and out of his hot hole as he moaned in pleasure.

With my arm going in up to my elbow he told me that it was going to make him cum again. I told him that when he was close to let me know so I could eat it. After about fifteen minutes, he told me he was close and I quickly swallowed his rock hard cock. It erupted filling my mouth with at least three times what he had shot earlier.

Later he said only one other deputy knew that he was gay and they often serviced each other.

About a week later, I hit the chat room again and made another date. He came to my place and I found that I had broken all odds. I knew this guy also. He was Carl Sims, the shipping manager for my company. Carl was twenty-nine, single good looking and hung.

He was mainly into oral and loved sucking cock. After a cock had climaxed and fed him he loved to lay with it still in his mouth, and if the guy needed to urinate it was fine with him. He had no problem drinking the guys piss.

Carl and I began getting together once or twice a month. During this time I continued having sex with Buck, JD, and Sam, among others. Then, the boss called me to his office.

I was nervous as hell until I found out that he was promoting me to sales manager and that I would no longer be on the road except for rare occasions.

I was thrilled but I knew I’d be giving up sex with Buck, JD and a few other hot regular studs. I called Buck and said I needed to see him as soon as possible.

He asked what was wrong and I told him that we’d talk when we were together.

He came to see me that weekend and I sat him down and told him that I would no longer be able to meet him out on the road. Of course he asked why and I told him.

“Buck, I just couldn’t turn it down. The pay is nearly twice what I was making as a salesman.”

“Baby, I totally understand. I’ll just have to get here more often to see you.” He gave me a hug and led me to the bedroom.

He would visit on as many weekends as possible and it was great. Then one weekend he said he needed to talk to me.

After some hot sex, he sat me down and said that he was no longer going to be on the road.

“Are you saying that you won’t be coming to town on weekends?”

“Yes, I am. However, there is a sliver lining to it.”

“Oh? And just what would that be?”

“I’ll be driving local and will only be out of town on Wednesday nights.”

“So?” I said disgustedly.

“My local run will be right here in this area. I’m moving here.”

“Fuck! Are you serious?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Well, just so you know, you will be living here with me.”

“I was hoping you’d say that because I love you with all my heart. I want you to be my partner for life.”

“Baby, I’m yours forever.”

That day Buck and I became lovers When we announced it to our friends, my buddy smiled and said, “I told you so.”

We play with others but only as a couple. And guys at the bar compete to be one of the lucky ones to come home with us.

THE END……

COMING SOON……The Uncle

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Steven walked slowly down the hall to his professors office. It was the day after finals and he had to talk to his professor. It was his final quarter of the year and he did poorly on his final. . . like real bad. Steven was going to do whatever it took to pass; even if he had to plead, beg or retake the exam. The halls were empty as most of the students were gone, especially with exams ending yesterday. He made an appointment with Dr. Markson right after he took the exam, knowing how bad he did, without even a glance his way, as if knowing, Dr. Markson told him a time for them to meet. This was so nerve wracking!

He turned the corner and noticed a single light and an open door to the master office at the end of the hall. As he approached he noticed the old name plate where “Dr. Markson, PhD” was engraved. With a sigh he walked into the office; at the other end of the furnished room, Dr. Markson sat reading a book under a green ornate desk lamp. He was wearing a fine gray suit without a tie that seemed to fit his large muscular frame. The man had a very handsome strong face and bright blue eyes. The scruff on his etched face betrayed the look of an esteemed professor of Business Theory.

Dr. Markson looked up, taking his glasses off. His bright blue eyes sparkled as he looked up from his book. I swallowed hard. I never really noticed before, but he was very attractive! Steven began to blush at the thought. He had come right from the gym in nothing but his track shorts, NIKE running shoes with ankle socks, and a slightly sweaty white tank revealing his wiry toned arms. Steven was a runner at heart and always ran at least 8 miles a day, today was no exception. He kicked himself for not changing before the meeting, and then again for even having the thoughts.

“Welcome Steven,” Dr. Markson said in a cool voice as he stood up expectantly. “Do me a favor and shut the door behind you”, he said at he made his way around the desk. Steven quickly shut the door and walked to the desk with a grim determination. Dr. Markson towered over Steven as the man reached out a large strong hand. Steven noticed the man’s large smooth hands and how surprisingly soft and squishy the flesh on his palm was. Dr. Marson sat up on the front of his desk with one leg up on the desk and his arms crossed. His muscles seemed to bulge under his dress coat! Mark blushed again and sat down on one of the chairs to hide his boner.

Steven was a handsome young man himself; he was the slender athletic type with a cute, thin, smooth face and long dark black hair that fell back wildly over his smooth tan shoulders.

“So Dr. Markson . . . “, he stammered before Dr. Markson raised a hand and said, “Call me Mike.” Mark stared wide eyed at how casual and interested the man seemed. “Ok . . . Mike, I came here knowing that I did not do well on my exam, and I really want to . . . no have to, pass this glass and I just need. . . “.

“You want another chance,” Mike said calmly. He stared at him with a thin smirk. “I completely understand, and I respect that Steven. But you are sooo uptight boy, you have got to loosen up, the quarters over and even tho the exam wasn’t your best, I know you have the potential to do great things,” he said passionately while bending down and putting his large hand on Stevens knee. He stood up and walked behind his desk and opened a drawer. “Listen Steven, I’ll be honest with you, the test wasn’t good, but this is my last year here at this University and I just . . . to be honest, don’t care that you did poorly on one test!” With that final shocking statement he pulled out a box with a wide smile. “With that said, there are rules I have to follow . . . but breaking them wouldn’t be hard”, he said mischievously as he opened the box. The box was full of weed!

“No way!” I said before I could stop it.

As if not even noticing how awesomely inappropriate this was, he pulled out two massive blunts and handed me one while his other hand lit a candle on the desk. “I see your potential Steven and . . . well I just need you to relax man, I have a feeling you will be able to pass the class!” he said mischievously eyeing Steven playfully while taking a big hit.

The sexy man leaned back on his chair and put two large shoeless feet up on the desk, his socks wiggled playfully as he eyed Steven. Steven leaned back in his chair after lighting the blunt, and before taking a hit eyed Mike wonderingly. “Um, so just to make sure you know what you are doing; you just pulled out a blunt for us to smoke . . . a teacher with a student . . . and you are . . . cool with that. I’m just making sure you know how awesome and weird this is right?” he said with a cough.

“Dude relax, I’m not really your teacher anymore now am I?” he responded after taking another hit. It was strange how his deep voice became slightly smoother as he said this. The two sat there and smoked for a while, laughing at events that happened during the quarter and about their quite different workout routines. The room had a haze to it before Dr. Markson put out his blunt and leaned back in his chair staring at Steven with an otherwise uneasy seriousness.

“My question for you is, what would you have me do to change your grade? Or should I say . . . “, with a knowing pause to make the point, “what are you willing to do?” He said at last.

Steven was completely erect now, knowing exactly what he wanted. The game was on, and he was willing and able to get this grade afterall. Steven stood up, sure of what Dr. Mar . . . Mike was willing to do. He walked up to him and ran his hand down his pants and grabbed his cock as he pulled his body close into his. “Anything”, he whispered into Mike’s ear as he reached up and ran his fingers from his other hand into Dr. Markson’s scruffy beard.

Mr. Markson’s toes curled as his penus pulsed under his tight pants. Mike stiffened and firmly pulled Steven’s hands away from his smooth scruffy face. His jaw clenched as he walked casually to the office windows and shut the blinds. His ass shifted in his tight dress pants as he turned to look back as he took precautions to secure the room from wandering eyes. A smile stretched across his strong smooth face, his neck slightly wrinkled as looked back towards Steven. He slowly took his coat off revealing his tight dress shirt with the top few buttons undone. Steven swallowed hard.

“Dr. Mark . . . er . . . Mike. I want to make sure that the grade I get in this class will allow me to pass.” he said cautiously. Mike slowly walked towards him undoing his tie and tossing it aside. He then began to undo buttons of his shirt revealing some of his large broad lightly hairy chest.

“I’m sure you’ll be just fine.” Dr. Markson said with a smile as he came up close to Steven and ran his large fingers through his long black hair. He looked down, grasping Stevens smooth face in his hands and kissed him passionately. Steven kissed back running his hands up Mikes large broad chest and pressing his erect cock up against Dr. Marksons leg. The two kissed passionately while massaging each others body.

Steven noticed how . . . surprisingly soft Mikes body was. As he pressed his lips against Dr. Marksons, and as their faces rubbed up against each other, the scruff scratching Stevens face, he noticed how soft and warm his skin was. They broke their kiss and Mike whipped his shirt off in one quick motion revealing his smooth tan hairy body. His muscles were picture perfect. He flexed once as the muscles rippled in one quick motion before helping to take Stevens tank off with an animalistic eagerness.

In one motion he lifted Steven up on his desk knocking everything off with a wave of his hand. He bent over and licked Stevens toned sexy smooth hairless body all the way up to his chin before kissing him again. Steven wrapped his legs around Mike’s body allowing his ass to rub up against his cock.

Steven jumped down from the desk and began to take off Dr. Markson . . . or Mike’s belt. Mike flexed as he played with Stevens hair as Steven undid Mike’s pants and pulled them down to reveal a beautiful erect massive penus! Mike sat down on the chair in front of his desk, kicking off his pants. He bent over to peel the dress socks off his massive feet. Steven watched is large broad back move and tighten as Mike worked on undressing.

When Mike was completely naked sitting on the chair, he grabbed Stevens waste and in a surprisingly quick motion dropped his pants as well revealing a decent sized penus on Steven. Steven struggled a bit to take off his running shoes and pulled his sweaty socks off his nice sized feet before standing in front of Mike completely naked as well. The two seemed to glow in the meek yellow lamp light.

Mike smiled down at Steven and flexed as Steven ran his fingers down the front of his body. He looked up and Mike nodded before Steven got down on his knees and grabbed Mike’s cock. With both hands he messaged the surprisingly fleshy cock before jamming it into his mouth. Mike groaned and rolled his head back as he began to thrust his cock deep into Stevens mouth. Stevens face began to get red before he sucked the cock free of spit and came up so suck on Mike’s nipples, lightly nibbling them.

Mike came down and kissed him roughly and picked him up again and sat him on the desk. Dr. Markson, or Mike’s, motions were smooth and deliberate. His muscles pulsed and shifted with each smooth movement.

“Can I show you something Steven?” he said eyeing him hungrily. He paced in front of Steven. His massive muscular body pulsed with a readiness, his large feet slapped on the floor as he walked. “What if I told you I’m not really Dr. Markson?”

Steven had a confused look on his face and began to laugh. “I’d be pissed because I really need to pass the class.”

“Well what if I told you I am Dr. Markson, but I’m also other people as well.” he said louder, a smirk stretching across his handsome face. “I can see that I am confusing you . . . here maybe this will clarify things a bit.”

With that he slowly reached up to his handsome smiling face and dug his large fingernails into his forehead. The skin split apart seemingly easily as he pulled his face apart from the middle of his forehead. Mike began to laugh as he continued to pull on his flesh, his smile and handsome features stretched and folded as the peachy skin fell apart in his grip. With one final motion, he tore his face free from his head with a slap. A completely different mans face was beneath. The man underneath was wearing a Dr. Markson skinsuit disguise!

“You see, I am what many would call a Master of disguise, and I can be many people, and I’ve been watching you and know what you want, and yes, I can still give you everything you need to pass the class . . and more!” he said playfully as he dug his hands into his abs and began to pull the skin aside again.

Mark watched in shock as is handsome hunky professor pulled large chunks of his skin away to reveal another muscular, young man beneath. As the long strips of skin wrinkled away from his muscular body, he began to see someone he knew underneath! A guy he had his eye on for awhile from a Fraternity next door! Steven was throbbing as the guy next door emerged from the last remnants of skin that was being pulled down like a pair of pants. He wiggled his toes out of the suit before kicking it aside with a slapping noise.

The man before Steven winked as he flexed. The man had reddish brown shaggy hair and a reddish brown beard. His skin was pale, which made his large muscles look a bit less defined than Dr. Markson, but he seemed larger. The peachy tone of his body revealed the light amount of chest hair, not as much as Mr. Markson had, but his handsome strong high cheekbones rode atop a much thicker beard. His voice was different as he laughed. Instead of the calm reserved personality he saw from Dr. Markson, this guy was completely different. He was playful and energetic and had a frat boy attitude.

“Alright man, so here is how it’s going to play out, I’m going to fuck you, and you are going to like it.” he said in an almost matter of fact voice. Steven couldn’t even respond, nor did he mind doing whatever the beefy stud said. This was going to be the best “A” Steven had ever earned.

In one quick stride the man was in Stevens face kissing him aggressively. His face wrinkled slightly as he smashed his nose up against Stevens. His beard scratched Stevens smooth face causing it be become a little red. Dr. Markson . . . or whoever this was then lifted Steven up in the air, his muscles flexed all over his body as he turned him around and bent him over. The man pulled his body in close, his thick warm cock was pressed up against Stevens smooth ass and his stuck his tongue into his ear as he put his other arm around his neck!

“This . . . might hurt a bit at first . . . sorry dude.” he whispered before thrusting his cock deep into Stevens smooth tan ass. Steven moaned with pain and pleasure as the man grabbed the back of his neck and pushed him down on the desk. He began to pump and moan. The mans balls slapped against Stevens ass as Steven grabbed the desk and pulsed with pain and pleasure, his dick hitting the desk with a light thud. His body quivered and his tight abs and ass strained. The massive muscular man wrapped his hands around Steven’s small waist as he began to fuck him harder. The man groaned and panted, his muscles working furiously.

Steven moaned again before the man paused and flipped him over on the desk. The large man jumped on top of him and straddled the front of Steven. Back was arched and his ass was a perky and muscular on top of Stevens waist. The hunky man grunted as he tossed Stevens legs to either side of his handsome head and jammed his cock back into Stevens ass. Steven moaned with pleasure, as the man hurriedly pumped harder, caressing Stevens chest and abs.

Steven looked up and saw the man’s serious face, his chest and arms flexed with each thrust. He grabbed the beefy mans ass and squeezed. The man then growled between kisses then reared up and demanded Steven grab his ear. He did. The mans face was warm and soft, the beard tickled his palm. Steven began to massage the mans face, the man’s features would go in and out of slight disfigurement and a the smooth strong features he was used to. The man groaned, his face was tight with concentration as pumped faster. Stevens cock was pressed up against the mans hard sexy hairy abs.

“Steven . . . if you want the grade, I’m going to need you to pull a bit harder.” The man said between breaths and slight groans. Steven eyed him suspiciously. “Do it!” the man said firmly . . . almost desperately.

Steven grabbed the skin on the sides of the mans face, both behind his ear and under his jawline. The man groaned with ecstasy as his eyes rolled back. Steven clamped his legs around the man’s waist harder. “HARDER! PULL IT OFF DUDE!” the man yelled as he reared up and grabbed the skin on his chest.

With a loud groan Steven pulled the man’s face hard. The skin bundled up into his hands on the side of his face, and the beard pulled at the skin on his chin . . . with one last hard pull the sexy frat boys face began to pull away from whoever was underneath. The frat boys face stretched and the skin around his thick meaty neck wrinkled as he continued to peel his face away in desperation. At the same time the man tore the skin on his chest open and apart to reveal a hairy thick muscular chest beneath with a slightly more flushed skin tone.

As the face fell away in Stevens hands, a bearded man stared back at him with brown eyes and a thick long black beard. His handsome face was covered with sweat and long dark brown strands of hair fell into his face from under the frat guys scalp.

Steven and the man both blew their loads in/on each other. The man’s muscles clenched up as he pulled the fleshy disguise away from his head, revealing long dark brown matted wet hair. The man groaned and panted staring at Steven with a smile.

“Well, you got the grade . . . and if you want . . . I can give you my real name and still play the part of Dr. Markson, or anyone else you dream of!” he said in a different deep strong voice. He pulled the skin off his large hand and stroked Stevens hair with a smile as they both lay on the desk gazing at each other.

“Well, I can’t say I wouldn’t mind taking your class again next year . . . Dr. Markson,” said Steven with a smile as he stroked the mans beard.

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By: J. “Butch” Raymond

The phone rang. “Raymond,” I answered confidently.

“Butch, it’s Chad Young, up in the canyon. You remember me, don’t you?” He sounded nervous.

“Sure, Chad,” I responded, trying to make it sound light and friendly. “What’s up?” I like that question.

“I’m having a… er…” he hesitated, “…a problem.”

“Want to tell me about it?” I asked soothingly.

“I’m not interrupting anything, am I?” he asked politely. That was like Chad. He was unassuming, handsome, and very rich – a successful, young entertainer and songwriter, always thinking about the next guy before himself. We’d crossed paths before but only peripherally, when I was working a case. See, I’m a private dick. My colleagues and police buddies like to call me a rodless dick, because I never carry a gun, but they all know the Hollywood gay set favors my help because I’m known to keep my mouth shut.

“Not at all,” I assured him. “I was just thinking I’d like to get out of these hot duds and go for a swim, to tell you the truth.”

“Oh! I can call back later,” he said quickly, sounding like he’d just as soon hang up as talk.

“No, no,” I laughed, “the ocean ain’t goin’ nowhere. It’ll wait. Com’on, tell we what troubling you.”

“Well. I’ve been getting these phone calls…” he stopped.

“Umm Hmm,” I hummed agreeably, letting him know I was listening.

“Uh… They started about three weeks ago.”

“Yes,” I said, again just to let him know I was with him. I let him take his own time.

“At first, they were, well, rather…” he paused, “…interesting.”

“Interesting,” I repeated, not inquisitively, simply repeating his word.

“Yes. I thought they were… uh… interesting.” He repeated.

“In what way?” I asked softly, trying to encourage him.

“Well, it’s sort of embarrassing,” he said with a catch in his voice.

I just kept my mouth shut, hoping he’d find the nerve to continue. Anything I may say could be misinterpreted at this point, I figured, so I kept still.

“They were dirty phone calls,” he said quietly, after taking a deep breath for courage.

“I see,” I said calmly. “From a man or a woman?” We both knew we were both gay, it all had to do with that other case and some day I’ll write about it, but I thought asking this question might settle him down.

“Oh, it was a man,” he replied quickly, as if even the suggestion that it might have been a woman was out of the question.

“Did he give you his name?”

“He said it was Terry, but now I don’t think even that was true. He never gave me a last name.”

“You never met him, or saw him, I take it.”

“No, I don’t think so. We just talked on the phone,” he said.

“Just talked,” I repeated, with an edge to my voice, telling him in a way that I thought he was leaving something out.

“Well, no. It was much more than just talking, really. It was, well, damn, it was hot! Fuck it, Butch, he was hot!” he admitted excitedly. “What do you want me to say? He pushed all the right buttons for me and I jacked off while we talked.” He was getting pissed off.

Hey, Chad, Baby, I jack off all the time,” I said soothingly. “Ain’t nothin’ wrong with that. Don’t get your balls in an uproar. Phone sex is not only safe sex, it’s big business nowadays. You should just take a look at my phone bills sometime, if you want a real shocker.” I chuckled.

He calmed down. “Okay. Sorry, Butch. This thing has me worried.”

“Okay, but why the worry. Did he jack off with you?”

“At first, I thought so. But slowly, day by day, an offbeat element started creeping into his conversation. It became clear that he was angry about something, I don’t know what, but he seemed to be blaming me for it. His calls became more and more frequent and then more and more threatening.” Words were pouring out of him, now.

Oh, oh, I thought, but said calmly, “Threatening? In what way?” I was alarmed but tried to sound only interested.

“Well, he says he’s going to kill me,” he stated matter-of-factly.

“Chad, I’ll be up there in less than an hour. Now, listen to me.” I stopped for a response.

“Up here?”

“Yes. I’m coming there immediately. Do you understand?”

“Okay, but why?”

“Are you alone?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Well, listen to me. I want you to lock all the doors and windows and secure the place. Open up to no one ’til I get there. Do you understand?” I was serious but tried to continue to speak calmly.

“Yes, I’ll do that.”

“When I’m outside your place, I’ll call you on my car phone, but do not open the door unless you see me and see my car. Is that clear?” Sweat was breaking out on my upper lip. I gave him my car-phone number. “Use it if you have to. Got it?”

“Okay, I got it, but why? You don’t think I’m in any real danger, do you?” He sounded disbelieving.

“I’ll tell you what, Sweetheart, you’re too sexy to be taking any chances. I don’t want you hurt. Or alone. I don’t want anything harming you, and I’m gonna see what can be done to stop what’s happening. If, while I’m on my way, someone does try to break in, I want you to call 911, immediately. If they try to break in, call 911, not me. Got that?”

“Sure, Butch. I’ll call 911, if someone comes. Geez, all of a sudden I feel scared.”

“Com’on, Baby, you’ll be okay. Just lock everything up tight and wait for me. Okay?”

“Oooh, Butch, this is exciting. I’m starting to get a hardon!”

“Not now, Chad. Not right now.”

* * * * *

My cellular phone was in my hand when I pulled up to Chad’s place on Golden Drive. I was about to punch in his number when I saw that a sliding glass door near the main entrance was standing open. Taking no chances, I dialed 911 as I got out of the car and headed for that open door.

Fuckin’ recordings, I thought as I waited for a human being to come on the line. I went in stealthily, trying to keep one ear to the phone and one to catch noises in the house. The floor plan was typical of those big houses in the canyon, and I headed for what I figured was the master bedroom.

The door was half-opened and I saw two nude figures on the big bed. Two naked men. One seemed to be hovering over the other who was lying on his back. The top man held something black and menacing in his hand. A blackjack or maybe a big gun, I figured.

An operator came on the line, finally, and I whispered, “Attempted murder. Break-in. 1184 Golden Drive. Send help in a hurry. Got that?”

“We understand. Who are you and…” I placed the phone on a hallway table, not breaking the connection, when I knew they’d gotten my message. Then, I bolted into the room.

My flying tackles ain’t the best, but I got that fucker around the chest while I was still in mid-air and we careened off that bed and hit the floor with a couple of big “Oomph’s!” I watched the object in his hand roll safely away but immediately recognized it as a big dildoe, a big dildoe covered with a black condom. Just as I was readying a fist to knock the guy out, I heard Chad yell, “No, Butch, it’s Eric. My lover!”

I raised up, aware of the nakedness of the nude body I was straddling, aware of the hardness I felt, and looked at Chad. His whopper of an erection was exposed and it took me a moment to refocus. I looked up in his eyes, saw sudden terror written in them as he looked behind me, and heard him yell, “Look out!” just as I felt something hit the back of my head. I was out cold before I hit the floor.

* * * * *

A groan. I heard it but didn’t know where it was coming from. Something was slapping at my face. Another groan. It was coming out of me! Shit, I didn’t feel good! My ears were ringing and my head felt like it would split, yet some fucker was hitting me in the face. I struggled to get my eyes opened.

I looked up and saw Police Detective Will Boyer hovering over me, patting my face.

I brushed his big paw away, showing my annoyance. I was confused. What was Will doing here? He’s a police detective and my once in a while lover. Then, I remembered. I had called 911.

“You okay, Butch?” Will asked, a worried look on his face.

I was lying on the floor. I glanced around and saw the big dildoe was still where it had rolled. I looked back up at Will.

“Butch, are you okay?” he repeated.

“I… I…” I tried to speak, tried to clear my head of the pain. “Wha’ happen’?” I managed to mumble.

“Seems like you’re a hero, again, Butch.” He grinned.

“Whaddaya mean?”

“Well, as we’ve pieced it together, it looks like you called 911, burst into this room, knocked down the wrong guy, and then got hit over the head by a murderous nut-case.” Will seemed delighted with his little tale.

“Was anyone hurt?” I asked trying to concentrate. My whole head throbbed. I could hardly hear. I was grateful Will was speaking slowly and clearly. I was becoming aware that he was also rubbing my chest and belly in a comforting way. It was the only thing that felt good to me.

“Well, someone sure would have been if the police hadn’t responded to your call so quickly. There is no doubt about that. The nut-case, we still don’t know his name but Chad Young calls him ‘Terry’ for some reason, tied up both Chad and his boyfriend, Eric, back to back, told them he was first going to give them both a blowjob, and then was going to kill them.”

“Shit!” I sighed.

“We don’t know who he went down on first, but he was sucking on Eric’s monster when the first group of police officers arrived. One of the officers, a good friend of mine, took me aside and told me Eric is hung like a fuckin’ bull but, even so, the nut-case had him in all the way. Some talent, eh, Butch? Sound like anyone we know?” He grinned.

I knew he meant me. As he was talking, his hand was straying lower and lower on my body. I found it very arousing.

“So no one was hurt,” I said, trying to confirm what he was saying.

“No. Only you,” he said sympathetically. Then he smiled broadly and added, “Unless you want to count Eric. My friend, the cop, told me it looked like he and the other cops arrived in time to pull the guy off Eric’s cock just at the point when Eric was preparing to blast off, man. Eric confirmed to my friend, who was really impressed with Eric’s big cock, that it was “suckus interuptus” at the worst possible moment and it had left him with a bad case of blue balls. Eric and Chad were both made to stand around naked while the cops were trying to figure out what had happened, and why you were out cold here on the floor. My cop friend was really drooling over both of them, he told me, but, of course, he couldn’t help poor Eric out of his predicament. Not right then, anyhow. Not with all those other cops around. They were both disappointed.”

Even with my head swimming, and not really following his tale too well. I felt my cock swelling at the telling of Eric’s problem and the young cop’s interest in helping him out.

Will’s roving hands found and fondled my growing rod. “Feeling any better, now, Butch,” he whispered.

“Can I get up?”

“Looks like you can get IT up! But, no, you can’t get up. We’re gonna move you to an emergency room and get that nasty bump on the back of your head looked at.” He was very solicitous. One gentle hand rubbed my chest while the other continued to fondle my growing rod. “But, I’ll stay with ya, buddy, don’t worry.”

I felt comforted by my close friend’s presence. I smiled up at him and saw great tenderness in the loving expression of this big detective. I closed my eyes. Then, I either fell asleep or passed out again.

Two days later, in the evening, my phone rang. “Raymond,” I said, trying to sound confident. I was still a bit woozy. The docs had told me to spend the next few days in bed.

“Butch? It’s Chad. Chad Young.” He sounded hesitant and nervous. I half expected him to add, “Do you remember me?”

“Oh! Chad! Fuck, man, is it good to hear your voice!” I enthused.

“It is?” he asked, sounding surprised.

“Damn right! I’ve been real worried about you,” I told him.

“About me? I’m the one who’s been worried. I’ve been worried about you! You’re the one who got hurt the other day.”

“Oh, yeah,” I said. “The other day,” I repeated.

“You saved our lives,” he said softly.

“Yeah, maybe, but I don’t remember a fuckin’ thing.”

“Nothing at all?” he asked in that sexy, soft voice of his.

“Just that giant dick of yours, Baby.” I said with equal softness.

“Oh! Butch!” he said, giggling. Then, thinking about it, he added, “Gee, you did see it, didn’t you.”

“It was worth getting knocked out to see, man!”

“Oh! Butch!” he said, again, through giggles. “You don’t have to get knocked out to see it.”

“Really?”

“No. I’d be happy to show it to you any time.”

“I’d like that. Thanks,” I said. “It sure is a nice one. I remember it clearly. Standing up so big and proud. Lookin’ so good. So suckable.”

“Oooh! Watch what you say, or it’ll start gettin’ big right now.”

“Just like mine, then,” I admitted quietly.

His breath was sucked in in surprise. “Yours is gettin’ big?”

“I’ve been horny for two days, and they tell me to stay in bed. I’ve been thinking of chokin’ the fucker,” I told him.

“You mean…” he hesitated. “…jack off?”

“Got any better ideas?”

“Well, I wish I had called earlier. I’da come down for a visit.”

“Hmmm. What would you do here?”

“I’d take care of you and take care of that big thing for you.”

“Ummm, that sounds nice. Think you could handle it?”

“I’m good at handling big ones.”

“Eric has a big one, doesn’t he.”

“Did you see it?”

“I think I felt it. I don’t remember seeing it, though. A friend of mine, a cop, told me it was a big one.”

“It is,” Chad confirmed.

“Where is he now?” I asked.

“He’s back out on the road with his group,” he told me. Eric was lead singer for a popular rock band for which Chad wrote songs. “He was horny the other day and had sneaked over for a quick one. That’s why he was in my house when you arrived. I was so surprised and pleased by his visit, and had missed him so much, that when I saw his erection, I forgot all about my problem or that you were on your way up here. I’m sorry.” He hesitated. “But now Eric’s gone.” He sounded sad.

“Then we’re in the same boat.”

“What do you mean?”

“Our men are gone. Our meat’s hard. Sounds like we should both do some chokin’. Together.” Of course, since I knew he had been enjoying dirty phone calls, this didn’t sound like a bad idea to me.

“Stroking,” he said.

“Pud pounding,” I responded.

“Meat beating.”

“Waxing the turtle.”

“Spanking the monkey.”

“I think you got the idea!” I exclaimed, delighted. “But let me ask you a question that’s been on my mind. Okay?”

“Shoot,” he said in a friendly tone.

“What was Eric going to do with that big thing in his hand?”

“His cock?” Chad asked.

“No, the dildoe.”

“Oh? Oh, Yes! That dildoe!” He paused. It sounded like he left the phone for a moment. “Ah!” he sighed, “This dildoe!”

“Hmmm, you’ve got it in your hand, now?”

“Yeah. It’s a big one!”

“Well, what was he doin’ with it?” My voice was husky. “Was he goin’ to…” I hesitated.

“He was just getting ready to put it in himself.” His voice was strained with excitement.

“Oh? In himself?”

“Yeah. Then, he was going to fuck me. He likes having something in his ass when he fucks me. Says it makes him shoot harder. Better. More!”

“Hmmm. Does he ever fuck you with a real live cock up his ass?”

“Oooh! You mean a real live cock, like yours?”

“That sounds like a good idea to me!” I said. But thinking about it, I added, “Or that cute cop’s, the cop that found you all bound up together.”

“Oh, him! Yes. He was cute, wasn’t he? Did you see him, Butch?”

“No, but I know who he is. My friend Will, the detective you met, introduced him to me a couple of month’s ago. He’s a hot one!”

“Hmmm. He does look hot!”

“He said you and Eric both looked good enough to eat!” I told him.

“Gee. Thinking about either you or that hot cop fuckin’ Eric while he fucks me, is really getting me turned on.”

“Or, maybe, both of us fuckin’ Eric!” I added lasciviously. “Like, taking turns.”

Chad groaned in a very sexual way.

“Whacha doin’?”

He only groaned, again.

“Where’s that dildoe, now?” I asked.

“Uh! I thought I’d put it to good use, while we talked, but it’s so big, it’s breaking my concentration. It’s hard to talk.”

“Yeah, I’m hard, too,” I said, playing with his words.

“Hard,” he repeated, in obvious arousal. “I’m hard and leaking. This big thing feels so good inside me.”

“I’d like this big thing inside you.” My voice was strained with emotion.

“I’m imagining it IS your big thing, Butch. I used to jack off thinking about your big thing, ever since I saw it, that time.”

“Ummm!” I sighed, enjoying this. He remembered. It was during our brief, sexy, encounter while I worked that case I mentioned.

“I used to think about sucking it,” he whispered. “About having it slide into me. Into my mouth. Into my ass. Feeling it fill me up, just like this big thing is doing, now.”

He was good on the phone. I could hear that he was enjoying this, too. I was leaking lube all over my belly. Rubbing it on my cockhead for pleasure as I pumped. Lying there, naked, as I talked with him on the phone. Pumping my big one. Really getting off on it. Relaxed and ready to shoot a load for the first time since I’d been hit on the head. It was great!

“Oh, Baby, you’ve got me hot! I’m pumpin’ this big cock and I’m gettin’ ready to shoot!” I sighed.

“Yeah! Pump that fucker, man.” he sighed. “I’m pumping mine. I feel this big thing in my ass as I tighten my ass cheeks and cross my ankles. I feel it in me as I beat my meat. I wish it was you, here, with me. I see your cock coming towards my mouth. I want to suck it. I want you to cum in my mouth!”

“Oh! That did it! I’m cumming! I’m shooting all over the place! Uh!” And I came. Magnificently!

“Oh, God!” he cried at the same time. “I’m cumming, too! Oh, it’s spitting in my face. Oh, lot’s of cream! Oh! Ahh!” And I could hear the honesty of it in his voice. It was great! We moaned and groaned, together, as we got off.

Finally, after catching our breath, he sighed, “I’m coming down there, tomorrow, Butch. I won’t take ‘no’ for an answer. You can use some real nursing, and I’m good at it.”

“Well, tell you what,” I said, pausing.

“What’s that?”

“Bring that big dildoe with you. Maybe we can put it to good use, here, too.”

“All right!”

“And I’ll ask Will if he and that sexy cop can join us. What do you think?”

“I think it would be impossible to keep me away!”

“Great, then. See ya tomorrow.”

“Till tomorrow.” And he hung up.

I settled back, smiling, thinking about tomorrow. I fell into the best sleep I’d had in days.

Its been two weeks since Ali disappeared from their room at Trailer Coastal Hostel,but it was indeed a very happy moment at the U.O.D.(University of Doha)as the student looked auspiciously to the All Universíty Concert Nite(AUCN) which is in few weeks time.The students were even happier because the examinations were slowly passed off and so it was for Frank becos he would be perform a duet with Katie William as both qualified the best vocalists in U.O.D.and wil compete with equal or even better talents frm the 12 participatin universities as the show wil be held in U.O.D to celebrate her centenary feast.

But one thing bothered him and that was Ali,he now squats wit two of his friends off campus: Friedriech Von Kel a young German geek who was the ex-Mr U.O.D.most handsome guy in campus,and also Kennedy Gold Walters an English dude with red hair,bright green eyes and well built.He learnt Ali plans to rent a rent a room off campus next semester but what trouble most was he never got the chance to apologise for freakin him out..

Lately Frank had been quite busy with music rehersals with Kate in their dept. which never ended til late at nite to guarantee their winning the show after which he wil retire to the hostel very weak and wil quickly fall asleep.So he really never got a chance to visit and even if he did he does not knw the address of his new abode He remebered two week ago after the ugly encounter with Ali,he came back from classes the next day to find Alis corner empty and he almost collapsed after readin the note he found on his bed “hey little faggot am off from your reach and sight,am movin in with two of my friends off-campus dont even bother lookin for me”.

He had left in a hurry even to say goodbye,Frank had cried and cried like a baby that nite but he could do little or nothin and since then he never saw Ali again as the followin wèek as examinations all through and he had tight schedule with the ‘Big Concert Thing’.

Minutes blended into hours,hours into days,days into weeks and soön the D-day was here.

It was a perfect day for such auspicious event,the light sun,the wind blowin mildly as the whole school was alive with preparation for the nite.The field,the auditorium,even the heap of firewood for the bonfire everythin was set and ready like a paintin dat had just come alive as lot of activities went on til about noon.

At about 3:15pm frank went to get his new purchase;a deep black suit,silver colored shired,a gold color bow tie with a Prada designer shoes,rolex titanium gold watch etc he swore he would look mind blowin and he did.

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….Universîty of Ðoha…Frank Guy and Katie William,Frank felt his heartbeat skip as he a crowd of about over a million students and other dignitaries from his college and other invited colleges clapped and cheered as he appeared before the wildly excited audience.

Sittin in at least the fifteenth row was Ali Musa as he watched Frank appear like a star of the highest bliss.His appearance was breathtakin and his looks mind blowin Ali felt a twitch in his dick.Dyin his hair a deep shade of black the color of ebony and his outfit clung tightly to his now muscular body which screamed”HOT’”

Frank stood on stage like a superhuman with air of God-ness around him as Katie appeared frm behind him in her wine red dinner gown lookin beautiful (that was the concept).Lookin into the crowd Frank saw the love of his life,with a cloud of warmth under his eyes but that look in Alis eyes like a stallion on heat wàs unusual he was havin effect on him he thought.

They performed a duet of the song’no air’by chris Brown ànd ‘i surrender’ by Celine Dion..etc…and then frank performed solo of the song ‘grenade’ by Bruno Mars.Ali marveled on his seat also shakin’ with lust like a stallion on heat at the sensation franks voice had on him,no doubt Frank was good but tonite he thinks he is just…perfect

His dick achin from the resistance provided by his jeans,Ali was almost leaking precum.He hated to admit it but he was begining to fall for Frank,he has never like this before for anyone not even his girlfriend Natalie.But one thing was for sure Frank is slowly and unconcious turning him…’Gay’.

After the performances,Frank and katie left and retired to the costume room behind the stage amongst other performers as they awaited the result of dat year’s AUCN show with temperatures rising.His temperature rise for two things;first he saw Ali he had not seen for over a month now and the sight of him frankly performed that magic back there on stage he thought.Secondly the college that wins the provincial competition will be qualified to compete in the All International College Nite(AICN) in november at Hollywood LA.

As his mind wondered he turned and was shocked to deathpoint by who was standin behind him..Ali Musa.Strugglin to maintain balance he stuttered I..I..I Ali placed his index finger on his lips and started”buddy am very sorry for treatin u very bad,i was meant to love u forgive,i knw its hard but pls give me a second chance cos i..i,..I love u Franklin Guy”.that is it its hard but out at last Ali thought amidst tears.

Frank stood transfixed pinchin himself to make sure he isnt dreaming,first he just performed nicely thanks to Ali and now he was beggin for a second chance and did he hear him right or his imagination playin pranks on him again.?did Ali say’I love you? Its too good to be true he embraced him as Ali began kissin him hard and deep……

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It was just another summer Saturday afternoon. The apartment was a little warm since the window unit could not keep it cool. I was laying on the sofa on the phone with a friend catching up on the latest of life’s events when Jacob came in from running some errand. Setting his bags down, he came over, lifted my legs and sat down, letting them lay across his lap. We smiled in acknowledgement as I continued my conversation. Jacob started rubbing my bare feet; then he was running his hand over my jean covered lower leg. Nothing too distracting that would avert my attention from my phone call. Then I felt his hand go through the hole at the knee and rub up and down my thigh, slowly, with a deliberate soft touch. I was now distracted. He shifted on the sofa, turning toward me, giving him more reach, and his hand came up my leg all the way to my crotch. He rubbed my cock and balls, pulled on my balls and squeezed my cock, causing me to get an erection.

“I’ve got to go, Jacob needs me to help him with something” cutting my call short, as I watched the movement in my jeans where his hand was working me over. Then his hand slid out and he got up on his knees between my legs and came over me, running one hand over me, squeezing my crotch, rubbing my stomach, pinching my nipples through my t-shirt, while he moved in to kiss me. Simple kisses at first, but quickly getting more passionate, rough, more exciting.

I pulled his t-shirt up to his arms where he stopped and finished its removal, while I began to remove mine. He caught my arms together in the shirt before I got it off, twisting the shirt to bind them and fell full weight on me. I wrapped my legs around his torso as we continued to make out. When he moved down to bite on my nipples I groaned and pushed up to him. My cock hard and confined in my jeans ached for release.

“Fuck…” and I fought to free my hands. He let go of the shirt and while I tossed it off he began to undo my jeans, freeing my erection, letting it out into his hand where he lowered his mouth down to it. He tongued the head and shaft while he squeezed it into full hardness, then he took me in his mouth and began working up and down its length. He pulled my balls down, tight in their sac, almost too painful, and I pushed up my hips, pushing into his mouth all the way. He sucked me for several minutes, slow, fast, with a delicate touch, and sometimes roughly, when he would also reach up to pinch the hell out of my nipples. I was close, and grabbed his head in both hands as I began to mouth fuck him. I was arched back, tight, with my head thrown back eyes closed, while I focused on my need. I could hear the sound of my cock working in and out of his mouth; feel the heat of his mouth as I used him.

“OH FUCK” I moaned out as I finally came, shooting blast after blast of cum into his mouth and down his throat. Spent, I let go of his head and laid still, sweat beaded up across my torso and running from my hair. He let me slide out of his mouth and moved up over me. The roughness of his jeans across my nakedness felt good. I submitted to his weight and his renewed passion. I ran my hands down into his jeans, feeling that tight round ass. An ass I loved to hold on to when he fucked me, like I knew he was going to do now. I pulled my hands out and grabbed him by the waist, pulling up, letting him know I wanted him sitting on my chest.

He climbed up and sat on my chest, his weight slightly restricting my breathing, pinning me down. I popped open his button fly jeans, freeing his cock into my face. It was hard and wet around the head with pre-cum. I pulled him toward me, head held up and mouth open to take him. He took my head in his heads holding me in place and proceeded to feed me his length. He pumped in and out the first few inches slowly at first, rubbing the head of cock on my tongue and roof of my mouth, building up his excitement. Then his grip on my head tightened and I knew he was in the zone. He began to push in further, getting faster in the process. As always he would go at me till I gagged and choked. But he knew it was what turned us both on even more; the submission to him and his using it. Tears ran from my eyes as he used my mouth to pleasure himself. Drool ran down my chin, covered his cock, wet his pubic hair as he pumped the full length into me, me gasping for breath at every opportunity, no matter how brief of time my air passage was open. After several minutes of face fucking me, he pulled out. I knew where he wanted to pump this load and it wasn’t in my mouth. Standing up by the sofa he removed his jeans and knowing what he wanted, what we both wanted, I turned over and got on my knees resting my chest on the arm of the sofa. The blinds were open so the neighbors could be watching for they had a perfect view in, as they always did. We didn’t care for all we focused on was each other. Jacob got between my legs and rubbed his cock up and down the crack of my ass, stopping at my opening to push and rub it harder and harder, cranking me up for the penetration.

“Fuck me.”

“Oh yeah, I’m going to fuck you but you have to beg.” And I did. Desperately and with slutty abandon I begged until I felt one hand rest on the center of my lower back, and I knew the other was holding that hard cock. He nudged up to my opening and pushed through where the initial pain made me catch my breath. He didn’t stop, just slowly pushed the entire length into my ass, inch after inch. Buried completely in me, he hesitated a moment.

“Fuck…fuck me.” I reached back and grabbed his ass and pulled him even tighter to me. I felt drops of sweat land on my back as he leaned over me, hands on my shoulders and began to fuck. Slow strong strokes that went almost all the way out and all the way back in. He knew I loved the feel of full powerful strokes and after a few minutes he got up on his knees, pulled his cock completely out, and grabbed a hold of it at the base, then he began to push completely in and out of my ass, punching through my opening with faster and faster strokes. My hard cock was swaying back and forth under me, slapping my stomach on the more forceful thrust up my ass.

“Oh shit, I love the feel of my cock punching through your tightness” he gasped while he kept at my ass. ‘I know’ briefly flashed through my fogged up mind. I was lost in the moment. Hot, sweaty, gasping for breath and feeling his ass in my hands as it flexed for every stroke. Too soon he pulled out and backed up.

“Roll over, you whore.” And his whore rolled over, letting him place my legs on his shoulders as he slide up to me plunging his cock up my ass all the way. He folded me over as he came down on top of me. He kissed me as he hammered my ass, banging away at my insides, occasionally hitting my prostate so hard I shuddered. I was pushing up to meet his downward strokes hearing our bodies smack into each other. The sofa made its usual strained sounds under the weight of our fucking. The sweat was pouring off of us, matting our hair and making our fucking slick, hot, fast. He pumped into my ass faster and faster until he tightly wrapped in his arms around me, buried his face into my neck and lightly bite me as he came up my ass.

His strokes matched his ejaculations as he pumped his load into me. His sweaty jerking body on top of me was too much and as he was squirming down from the initial blast into me, I came between us, pumping my load where the cum mixed with our sweat, filling the air with the scent of our fucking. When he finally pumped his cock into me the last time we were both spent. He fell still on top of me where we laid until both of our breathing settled back to normal.

“Shower.”

A nice cool shower was always such a pleasure afterwards. Leaving our clothes scattered around the sofa, we went to the bathroom and got in the shower. I bathed Jacob first, running my hands over his body. He washed his hair as I rubbed down his back, ass and legs from behind. I toyed with his hole as he washed the soap out of his hair, sliding one, then two and finally three fingers in, working him open. He stopped and put his hands on the wall as I teased him open. Pulling out, I told him to turn around. I soaped up his chest, his stomach and his growing erection. I got down and soaped up his legs and before getting up I soaped up his cock and balls again while I had them in my face. Not being able to hold back I took his soapy cock into my mouth and sucked on it until he pulled my head away.

“Not yet.”

I stood up and he began to bath me. He washed my chest and stomach first, me knowing what he had in mind. He lathered up my cock and balls and stroked me to full erection as he kissed me, pushing me into the wall. After getting me worked up he pulled away and smiled that wicked smile he always had when we messed around. He washed my legs and then turned me around and washed my back, my ass and my legs. While on his knees he came back to my ass and he began to run his soapy fingers up and down my crack and then he began. First one finger, then two. He worked them in and out, stretching them apart and circling them around. I felt every move. Then the third went in, and the ministrations continued. The fourth slide in tightly, opening me slowly. He worked me over, watching me intently as I took his fingers up my ass. He wanted to add this thumb, to shove his whole fist into my ass, but I kept stopping him, not sure I could take it, so he was patient, taking what I gave. He told me one rainy Saturday he was going to work my ass over all day until he could crawl up me completely. It had made my cock jerk to think of it.

When he stood back up we rinsed off completely and got out. As we toweled each other off we kissed and fondled each other keeping our cock half hard the whole time. The shower was a waste of time really, but we liked to start fresh when we went for the long second fuck. Jacob, after getting off once, could make the second time last forever. We moved to the bed and stripped the covers off and we lay down. We made out slowly, touching and kissing, and tonguing each other all over. Eventually I was on my back with him sucking me, working my cock in and out of his mouth. Sitting up, he spit on the head and rubbed it over it, making me jerk and shudder. Then he climbed over me, sitting down on my cock. I watched as it disappeared in his ass. He rode me up and down until sweat began to run down his body, then he sat still. I put my hands on his chest and moved up and over him and he laid back. It was time for me to take control. I pumped his ass slowly as first, getting myself worked up, then I dropped over him, holding myself up over him and I began to fuck him hard. I liked it fast, pumping in and out with furious abandon.

“Fuck me harder” and I picked up the pace some more. The bed rocked and squeaked, occasionally banging into the wall. It was a loud, sweaty fuck. I didn’t stop until I blasted into his ass, pumping each ejaculating stroke until cum was back pumping out and running down his balls and ass. After I finished shooting off, I slow stroked a few times relishing the feel of my cock running through my load up in his ass. I dropped down on him and we kissed while he ran his hand through the sweat on my back and then down over my ass. I could feel his hardness between us and reached down to feel it, stroke it up some more, excite him into action.

He pushed me over on my stomach and got over me, aimed his cock at my hole and plunged in. He was cranked up and ready to go. I pushed my ass up and he shoved down. Soon the sounds of bodies slamming together and the squeaking bed filled the room once again.

“Fuck…fuck me hard” and other dirty talk came gushing out of my mouth. The second fuck with Jacob was always the best. We’d have to strip the bed and wash the sheet and mattress pad afterwards for they would be wet with sweat. He jerked out of my ass and told me to roll over on my side. He grabbed one leg and held it up, plunging back in with a different angle, a different sensation, one that caused me to grow another erection. My cock was bouncing around, slapping my stomach as he fucked my ass. He mouthed my toes, reached down and pinched my nipples and slapped my ass during his slamming away at my ass. His breathing changed and I knew he was finally getting close again. He pulled out and stood by the bed. I knew what he wanted and quickly got on my knees in front of him. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back where I was looking up at him. He began to jack his cock in my face.

“Shoot it my face” I begged him. “Shoot in my face and in my mouth.”

As I continued to beg for him to paint my face with his load the sweat drops flew off of him, his hand a blur on his cock. Then he was close again. He pulled on my hair slightly harder, pulled my head back a little more and I opened my mouth wider. He shot the first blast up my cheek across my left eye over my forehead and into my hair. The second hit my lips, with some into my mouth and up my nose. The final shoots were less forceful so they dropped into my open mouth. As he was shooting his last load I took his cock in my mouth and worked the last of his cum load out of him, savoring it. He pulled out of my mouth and leaned down to kiss me. He saw I had come on his leg and the floor.

“Whore” and he smiled as he helped me up and kissed me, tasting his cum in my mouth. Then we were off for one more shower before dinner.

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I ease my eyes open slowly, knowing what I would see. The room was still dimly lit and I was alone. Hands still tied behind my back and feet cuffed together hooked to a short chain anchored in the floor meant I was still a captive. Dried cum was stuck all over me and the smell of sex filled my nostrils. How long I had laid here asleep…passed out…blacked out? I didn’t know. I just know I was laying here with another hard on remembering how it all started.

Roger was an old friend, the type of friendship that came with benefits. We had similar taste, but whereas I was strictly a bottom, he loved both roles, and thus the friends category. We hadn’t messed around in a while, so I had not known his new place had a basement, or as he called it, his playroom. I knew he had a sling and had enjoyed being fucked in it on a couple of occasions, and we both enjoyed a simple flogging or light bondage during sex, but that was the extent of it. We both were tall; me, six foot one and he a couple of inches taller and neither of us broke the two hundred pound mark. One area we differed was cock. I had an average size cock that curved up slightly when ready to play, but Roger had something all together different. He was huge and thick. No matter how much ass play he performed, no matter how many fingers he squeezed into your hole, you knew the minute that cock was pushing in. He opened you up like no other.

This weekend was one in which we were to go out to a local fetish night at a nightclub, something we had done in the past a few times, but this time was different in that it would be just the two of us instead of a party of 4 or 5. In my faded worn out jeans, rubber shirt and black military boots I showed up at Roger’s to find him nearly dressed: black leather pants, harness across his upper body and a nice leather flogger handing from his belt. When I got inside his place he told me to wait a minute, there was something he forgot.

He returned to the living holding a chain leash in one hand and an assortment of items in the other.

“Get on your knees, bitch” in a tone that was a surprise but a tone he meant it. I dropped down on my knees before him and he put a collar around my neck, hooking the leash to it.

“Hold out your hands” he commanded and I obeyed. He put wrist cuffs on each. He then dropped two ankle cuffs on the floor in front of me.

“Put them on and let’s go” was all he said as he went through his house turning off lights, shutting down his stereo and grabbing his wallet and keys. By the time he returned to the living room I was fastening the last one in place. About fifteen minutes later we were at the club looking for a place to park. A line was at the door and down the sidewalk but the VIP line was very short and moving much more rapidly. After parking, as we checked ourselves he walked up to me and grabbed the leash.

“Tonight, you are mine” he a flat commanding tone.

“Yes sir” I replied as I looked him squarely in the eye, knowing what it meant. As we approached the VIP line we seemed to gather the stares of a few patrons, some smiling in approval. Once inside Roger dragged me over to a stair for the mezzanine which was the VIP area, with its demonstration booths for flogging, for electric shock, bondage demonstrations and a few less extreme fetish scenes. We grabbed some drinks and moved through around the mezzanine. The longest line was for the flogging stations and at one, one of the host noticed Roger’s flogger hanging on his belt.

“You know how to use that?” she asked with that knowing smile so many had when they saw us.

“Would you like to see?” Roger asked her. She smiled, looked down at the sign in sheet.

“Give me your name, I’ll put you on the list and then you can show me when your time comes up” she replied holding out her pen. Roger took the pen and signed his name.

“Come back in about an hour and we should be close to your time, and then you can show us your technique.”

“We’ll see you then” Roger replied as he tightened up the leash and pulled me away behind him. He told me he was looking forward to publicly flogger me, but first he wanted to sweat me down. He knew the rubber shirt didn’t breath and it was already hot underneath. He dragged me to the dance floor and we danced till almost time to go back. Grabbing a couple of drinks first we made our way back. Some guy who had to be twenty one to get in, but looked fifteen was beet red across his back as he was being flogged. His girlfriend looked on as if he was some sort of sacrifice for her. When his time was up, the host turned to Roger and told him it was time, smiling broadly as she spoke.

Roger turned to me, unhooked the leash, grabbed the hem of the rubber shirt and roughly pulled it over my head and off. Sweat ran down my torso I was so hot underneath. He handed each to the host asking her if she would hold them for a moment. She sniffed the shirt devilishly and then said she would. I could see how dangerous a pair she and Roger were at the moment. He pointed to the cross and I moved into position. Once hooked in at the wrist and ankles, unable to pull away he began. As he flogged me he asked how long we had, which for Roger wasn’t very long, so he picked up the pace. Soon my skin burned, knowing it was getting red. I couldn’t help it, I was moaning in pleasure all too soon and my cock was hurting from being trapped in my pants.

The host came up and squeezed my crotch. “He really gets off on it” she said to Roger.

“More than you could imagine” he replied, and gave me a few more hits across the shoulders. “He likes it across the chest even more.”

When he finished and unhooked me I tucked my shirt in my jeans and spent the rest of the night in just the jeans, collar and cuffs. My cock never did go completely soft all night, rising up from time to time when I was aroused more than usual. It was nearly one when Roger pulled me up to him, kissed me hard on the mouth and told me it was time to go. At my Jeep, he said he was driving home, so I got in the passenger seat. Once on the way he told me to take off my jeans. My cock was half hard as I sat naked in the Jeep driving through the crowd of people lingering outside the club. Once on the road, Roger grabbed me by the neck and shoved my face into his crotch. His cock was already out and standing tall. I took in immediately and began to suck.

“Just nurse it slowly, I don’t want to get off too quick” was the only thing he said while I spent the ride to his place buried in his crotch. He pulled to the rear where he parked and got out, carrying my jeans and shirt. I followed nervously, afraid a neighbor would see me. Inside he tossed everything down and went to the basement door and told me to follow. When I got to the bottom of the stairs I saw it was about half as large as the house with piers running up the middle supporting the floor structure above. His sling was in the middle of the largest open space, with a cross near the wall and a odd looking table on the other side of the room. He dragged me to the cross and positioned me face out.

“I know how much you like this and was disappointed we didn’t do it earlier.”

Then he began, flogging my chest and stomach. After a short time my cock began to rise as my skin came alive to the sensation. Then he did what makes my head explode. He swung downward, hitting my cock. I thought I’d cum. He flogged me so long I lost track of any sense of time. When he unhooked me I dropped to my knees and begged him to fuck me.

“You haven’t earned it yet” was all he said and he dragged me over to the odd table. When in position, my torso rested on a narrow board, with my hands and knees on lower boards, where he secured me to it. Then he began his ass play, working his fingers up my hole, one, two, three and finally four, stretching me open. My cock swung freely underneath me, flexing in need to cum. As he worked his fingers in and out of my hole twisting them around he leaned up and asked “You want the thumb too?” knowing I had never let him or anyone else go all the way with fisting my hole. “The safe word is ‘blue’.” Then I felt him working his thumb in too. I knew his fist wasn’t much larger than his cock but at that point any increase was definitely felt from my hole to my brain. He worked his thumb in and then stroked my cock a few times, stroking me up for the final push. He slowly stroked my cock as he slowly pushed his fist into my hole. I raised up moaning loudly “oh, fuck”. Sweat poured off me as he worked my hole. It felt like his whole arm was inside me.

When he eased his fist out he told me how good I was and now for my reward. I didn’t realize he had his favorite paddle lying nearby but on the first swing I felt it. He paddled me several times on each ass cheek till they burned with the pain of every strike. Then he did it. Laid the paddle down and plunged his fat hard cock into my hole, pushing all the way.

“Oh Goddamn, fuck” I cried out as he began to pound my hole, hard even thrust back and forth, working his cock for his own pleasure. It was a fast hard fuck, with a few hard slaps to the ass as he called me his cocksucker and bitch, whore, or just a hole to fuck. He slammed me so hard my cock kept slapping my stomach as it swung back and forth underneath me. Then he pulled out and shot his first load across my back and ass. Then he left the room.

When he returned he unhooked me and dragged me over to the sling. Once secured, he brought out a large dildo, a menacing thing, larger than his cock and began to screw up my hole; twisting and pushing until it began to sink in. He pushed and pulled it in my hole until my cock was flexing with the need to cum but not able to. He tossed the dildo down and came around to my head and shoved his cock into my mouth, not giving me a moment to adjust as he just fucked my mouth. He stop occasionally to pinch and twist my nipple or to slap my stomach, making me blow snot and salvia out of my mouth and nose as he held his cock in place. Then he would resume his assault on my mouth and throat. When he finally pulled out, a few strokes later he shot his second load across my face and neck. He dragged me over to the middle of the room and hooked my ankle cuffs to a chain in the floor giving me only a few feet of maneuvering room, and then hooked my wrist cuffs together behind my back. He stood back, holding his cock as I lay there looking up at him, and began to piss on me. He covered me from neck to feet, knowing I really didn’t like to be pissed on he avoided my face, then he left me there.

When he returned he wasn’t alone. It was the woman who was a host at the club and her boyfriend. Roger talked as if I was deaf, about how he had already used me and how, and how he hadn’t let me get off yet.

“Good, Brian loves to fuck around, and I love to watch him when he is exploring his gay side” I heard her tell Roger.

“Kelly, that is great and I think the two of you will not be disappointed” Roger replied. He turned to me and told me to get up on my knees. I struggled up and into position as Roger came over and told me to suck his cock. I knew it was show time now and he would be more commanding now in lieu of just doing what he wanted. I sucked his cock down as far as I could go, then began to work on it as best I could. I could see Brian started to grope himself as Kelly sat down on top of the fuck table to watch. Brian came up to stand by Roger and they began to kiss as Brian pushed my head down on Roger’s cock, forcing a face fuck on me. Soon they gave me a moment to catch my breath as Roger helped Brian undress. He was a little less than six feet tall, average lean build and a 7 inch or so cock that stood straight out. It had no give it was so hard I was soon to find out as he put it to my lips and told me to suck his cock. I worked it in my mouth as best I could then plunged down on it as far as I could take it. Roger got down on his knees behind me, rubbing his cock on my ass and he told Brian to use my slutty mouth, to fuck my mouth hole. After a few minutes Brian told Roger he wanted to fuck my ass. They unhooked my feet and dragged me over to the sling. In short notice I had Brian’s cock buried up my ass and Roger was giving me another face fuck.

“Yeah, shove that cock into his mouth, gag him” Brian kept telling Roger as he pumped his cock into my ass. “God he’s tighter than I expected after what you told us you’ve done to him.”

“Yeah, he’s a good fuck; pull all the way out and slam it in a few times. It’ll take his head off.”

Brian pulled out, hesitated a moment then slammed all the way back in, he pulled out and did it again, and again until my grunts got loud. Then he couldn’t take it anymore and he grabbed my waist and began to throw a hard rough fuck into me, slamming into my ass so hard the fuck bench squeaked.

“Yeah, fuck his ass…fuck him hard” as Roger keep up his fucking of my mouth hole.

“Oh, I’m going to cum, shit” Brian grunted.

“Pull out and unload across his ass; I want to watch you shoot” Roger asked him.

He pulled out and a moment later I could feel him unload across my back and then over my ass. The smell of cum filled the air around me and even more so when Roger pulled out and came in my face again, rubbing his slimy cock across my face and in my hair.

“Look at his cock flexing up and down; man he needs to get off” Brian stated as they stood catching their breaths.

“Yeah, he’s ready to pop. I’ve not let him cum all night” Roger replied.

“No shit. Damn” Brian stated, then after a moment of quiet, “Can I suck his cock?”

“Goddamn, I was thinking the same thing. Go for it, I’d love to see you suck his dick” Roger told him. I could sense Brian climbing underneath me then grabbing my cock and licking its head. Then he plunged down it, working his mouth up and down its length. Roger came up behind me and began to work my hole over with a knobby headed dildo, hitting my prostrate just right to make me see stars. It didn’t take long and I came. I came hard as Brian swallowed it down. Once I was spent, he licked my cock clean and climbed out. Roger was unhooking me from the bench, where he then lead me over to the chain on the floor and fastened my feet back to it and then locked my wrist back together behind my back. I could hear the three of them talking about the evening and how much fun it was to use me. Then the door closed upstairs and it grew quiet, and I dosed off.

As I said earlier, I awoke stiff, smelling of sex and covered in dried cum. Worse yet I had to piss. Roger knew I wasn’t into it water sports but I knew he wouldn’t be back down for a while. I rolled over onto my back and since my hands were bound behind me, I had to lift up my hips over them. I knew it was what Roger wanted, that one last humiliation. I could see my flaccid cock hanging down toward my navel half erect with a piss hard on. Then I pissed myself.

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It was Spring Semester when I found Robert’s stash of gay porn. I was merely looking for his calculator since my batteries had died so I could finish up some homework. I was shocked, like coming to a crime scene, and then I was more than curious, and began to browse them for as long as I dared, then I put them back as I found them. I had been so careful not to let on to Robert I was having some pretty confusing thoughts about sexual attraction, namely mine toward several of the guys on the dorm floor, including Robert. I never acted out on those attractions, since I felt like I was still a high school kid among college men being just a freshman. To make matters worse most of the guys on my floor were in some sort of sports and therefore were more physically filled out while I was skinny and being tall made it more apparent. Robert, who from a distance looked skinny, but up close you realize he was actually so tall that it hid how big of a frame he actually carried although he was very lean in overall build. Robert was over 6′-3″ and had the dirtiest red hair with the fairest skin. I don’t think he knew how attractive he really was for when we were out at a bar or campus event I could see the girls look at him with interest. Now I knew why he didn’t notice.

So began my crash course in gay sex, as I waited till each Tuesday when Robert had some lab that went for over 3 hours, that I would lock the door and grab the next magazine. I rarely went for more than 20 minutes before I had to get off. Sometimes I did it 2 or 3 times until I grew afraid and put his porn back where I found it and went for a shower. My routine, unbeknownst to me, had caught the eye of Nathan down the hall. He was usually around the dorm a lot, and without thinking about it I would usually say hello on my way back from the shower. After a few weeks, he stopped me on the way to the shower.

“You must be the only guy who grabs a shower in the middle of the afternoon.”

“Yeah, well I get sleepy sitting around studying so I do it to wake myself up.”

“I see…” and he smiled a knowing smile at me then looked back into his room for a moment. “I think I’ll do the same.”

“Well, I see you there.”

I didn’t know what to make of it. Nathan seemed like such a jock even though he wasn’t on any of the official teams. He was nearly 6′ tall and had a nice build. The guy next door type, who always seem to be with a girl or out with the guys playing or watching some sports on TV at one of the bars. I rushed on to the showers and was under one in the corner when he came in, tossed his towel on a hook and took a shower only 2 over from me.

“This semester is really dragging ass for me. How’s it going with you?”

“Actually about the same, since I have one class that I’m really struggling.”

“Yeah, what is it?”

“Calculus.”

“Calculus, that is not so bad, if you need some help let me know. I’m here most Tuesday afternoons.”

“Ok” and I turned to look at him in acknowledgment when I saw he was smiling at me like he knew. Then he turned and put his head under the water. I took a quick look at his dick as it swung around with his movements. It looked larger, as if he was getting a partial erection. I looked back up and realized he caught me checking him out. I turned off the shower, dried off quickly and started for the door.

“I’ll catch ya later.”

“See ya, and don’t forget to let me know if you need help with calculus.”

I raced back to my room confused and slightly afraid at being called out for being queer. But later that evening when I saw Nathan he acted as if nothing out of the ordinary had ever happened. So for the rest of the week I went about my routine in a state of confusion and frustration. That Friday night Robert and I joined several guys at one of the bars for drinks, which ended up with most of them flirting with women. One guy asked me why I wasn’t joining in and I made up a lie about being extremely tired and not in the mood. Eventually I said my goodbyes and left.

The next Tuesday, I was just about to make my raid on Robert’s porn when there was a knock on the door. I shouldn’t have been surprised to find Nathan standing there. He had his calculus book and told me he was free if I needed some help. So I let him in. He closed the door I had left open and locked it in a very casual manner and came over to my desk, grabbing Robert’s chair.

“What do you have the most trouble with?”

I stammered a response, feeling trapped by him so close. He put his book on the desk and slide up close and began to go over the concepts and how to work out some of the problems. After a few minutes he just stopped, leaned back and looked at me.

“You know, I think I know what you really want.”

“Huh, what are you talking about?”

He just smiled and sat there a moment. Then he stood up and pulled off his t-shirt. He began to undo his jeans as I sat wide eyed and stunned.

“It’s ok you know. I have no qualms about it although it is not what I really prefer, but I do enjoy it.”

‘Enjoy it?’ I thought. It?! Was he playing me, setting me up? Then his jeans and shorts went down and off. Naked he stood near me, his cock thickening up, rising slowly up. I couldn’t take my eyes off of it for an eternity. Finally I looked up at him where he smiled back at me.

“It’s ok, go ahead. I won’t tell anyone.”

I nodded yes and took his cock in my hand and leaned over to lick the head and part of the shaft. One of his hands came down gently on my head while the other took his cock by the base and proceeded to feed it to me until I gagged.

“Suck it man, come on” he begged.

I dropped down on to my knees and began to suck on jock boy Nathan’s cock. We alternated between me doing all the work and he holding my head and fucking my mouth. It didn’t take long for him.

“I’m going to cum; take it. Take it all.” And he shot off in my mouth. It took it all, swallowing it as he delivered it. When he was finally spent, he pulled out of my mouth and sat down. I sat on the floor looking at his body, his flaccid cock, and up to his satisfied smiling face.

“That was nice, David.” He got up and began to put his clothes on. When he left he thanked me and promised it was our secret, leaving me with mixed feeling and a stiff cock. I locked the door, stripped down and reliving sucking Nathan’s cock I stroked off the best load ever. The first shot hit me in the face.

For the rest of the week things went along as usual but the next Tuesday, soon after Robert left, Nathan was back at my door. This time there was no pretense of studying. He came in, stripped off his clothes, and came up to me to where I was already down on my knees. This time I took my hard cock out and began to stroke it while working over Nathan’s cock. When he saw me, he pulled back and told me to get naked, that sex was better without any clothes. I stood and took everything off.

“Alright now, get that skinny ass back down on your knees and suck my cock.”

I was quickly down on my knees, sucking and stroking my cock. When he came in my mouth I soon thereafter came on his leg and the floor. When he was spent, he back away and told me to lick my cum off his leg, which I got down on all fours and did.

“Damn, you like that, don’t ya?”

“I guess” where upon he just smiled.

We put our clothes back on and he left. The next Tuesday he was back at my door. Once securely inside we both striped. This time he pushed me back toward my bed until I had to sit. Then he pushed me over as he climbed over me until he had his cock in my face. This time he held my hands down over my head and proceeded to fuck my mouth. Occasionally he’d stop, and using one hand smear his cock head around my face getting precum and saliva all over it, then he would put it back in my mouth. After only a few more minutes I could tell he was getting close but instead of coming in my mouth, he pulled out and jerked off in my face. Rubbing the last dribbles off on my face he climbed off of me and stood at my feet. I was so hard my cock was throbbing.

“Let me see you shoot off” he said breathlessly, “come on jerk that cock.” I grab my cock and began to stroke it full hard strokes and after only a few seconds shot off all over myself.

“Damn, that is some load you shoot” and he laughed as he got dressed and was soon out the door.

During this whole time I kept watching Robert with more and more interest, but he seemed obviously. Sometimes I brought up his apparent lack of a sex life, which I could tell flustered him to no end but got no response that gave me hope of grabbing his interest. Maybe he just wasn’t interested in me. But I knew I wasn’t providing him any signals either, and was probably more pathetic since all I was doing was servicing the jock boy down the hall, who did nothing for me in return. But for the last four weeks, each Tuesday, like clockwork, I was sucking him off and enjoying it.

The next Tuesday was a nasty day. It had been raining since the afternoon prior and was going to continue off and on through the next couple of days. Robert had to hunt his umbrella before leaving for his lab, while I laid on my bed staring at the ceiling wondering when Nathan would arrive. It wasn’t long after Robert left that the knock on the door occurred. Standing at it was Nathan in a white t-shirt and shorts soaking wet. His dark dirty red hair was plaster to his head. It was so hot to me I just stared at him as he came in and started removing his clothes.

“I had gone to a morning class during a break in the weather, so I forgot to take my umbrella, and as you can see I got caught in it on the way back.”

I just watched him peel the t-shirt off and realized I could see through his shorts and briefs. I began to undress as I watched him strip down. Once again he pushed me toward the bed, where upon I ended up on my back with my legs hanging over the side. He sat on my chest and let me control the tempo while I mouthed his cock head and lick it as best as I could. After several minutes h e took my hands and once again pinned them down over my head as he began to face fuck me. He pumped so strongly the bed creaked and rocked back and forth. He talked to me more than usual this time, calling me cock sucker and telling me to take that cock while he face fucked me. We had been going at it for a while, I lost in the moment when I felt someone place their hands on my knees. I jerked in surprise, looking up at Nathan to see what was going on. He just stayed leaned over my head and kept his hip thrust going pushing his cock in and out of my mouth. The hands slid up my legs to my groin and then grasped my cock in one hand and my balls in the other. The next moment I felt the mouth drop down over my cock. I pushed up automatically to quickly close the gap as I moaned around Nathan’s cock. I remembered I didn’t lock the door and knew this could be anyone. Panic mixed with lusting desire. After a few minutes and me getting close, they pulled off my cock and then I felt them rub down to my ass rubbing the opening then penetrating me with a finger. I had never felt this before and didn’t know what to think. Nathan had slowed down to prolong his staying power. I felt him shift around some as the person at my feet placed my legs over their shoulders as they stood up. Then I felt their cock. He rubbed it up and down my ass then centered on my opening rubbing it harder until he stopped with it aligned up. Then he slowly penetrated. It was painful but he kept it slow allowing for me to adjust as he eased more and more cock up my ass. Once in all the way he pushed my legs forward till I felt them hit Nathan’s back.

“Hold his legs while I fuck that ass” Robert told Nathan.

“Yeah, fuck him…fuck him hard” was Nathan’s only reply as he held my legs while he resumed pumping his cock in my mouth. They both went at me alternating speed and depth. It was long until I felt like I was going to cum. Robert suddenly grabbed my cock and began stroking it. I knew I couldn’t last long now.

“Come on David shoot that load…I’m almost there” Robert moaned out.

Suddenly I felt Robert pound my ass in hard thrusting strokes as he uttered those familiar sounds of bliss as he came up my ass. Then Nathan came in my mouth and I came, shooting up Nathan’s back. Nathan pumped out his entire load in my waiting mouth as I swallowed as fast as I could. Robert stroked my cock and fucked my ass until we both were drained dry. Nathan stayed leaned over me on his knees and hands while he caught his breath. Robert was leaning on his back.

“Robert, David made a mess on my back, clean it off will you?”

Robert then tongued my load off Nathan’s back. I looked at Nathan as he smiled down at me.

“You two are some nasty mother fuckers, you know that?” And we all laughed about it pointing out the hypocrisy of his statement to us.

Nathan left shortly afterward putting on some of Robert’s clothes since mine were too tight on him. Robert and I didn’t bother to get dressed but instead laid around talking, especially how a bi-sexual jock down the hall was needed to break the ice between us.

After that we fucked our way through a couple of years of college, with Nathan stopping by on occasion for some servicing, which we could never deny him.

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A corner of the drape was open just enough to throw a shaft of dim yellow light into the dark night, giving faint illumination to the unlit motel passageway. As I came to the light, heading past it towards my own room, I glanced in, not really intending to. What I saw stopped me in my tracks. A naked man was reflected in a floor-length mirror. He was lying in bed on his back, muscular legs spread wide. He held a copy of a popular gay porno magazine in one hand, which shielded his face, while his other hand held his erect thick cock. He was slowly pumping the big organ, causing the large pair of balls beneath to move up and down in the dark crevice between his heavy thighs in rhythm to the unfaltering motion of his fist.

What a sight! I wanted to move on, to leave him to his solitary pleasures, but I just couldn’t. It instantly occurred to me that he may have purposely left open the slit of drapery in the event an interested party were to pass by and sneak a peek, and since he was reading a gay magazine, maybe this was just his way of saying “Howdy.” Such reasoning was probably the result of the couple of beers I’d just had, but I figured what’d be the harm in watching him for a moment or two. See what comes up.

You know what came up. The scene hit me right in the groin. In record time I had a hardon demanding more space, less clothing and a friendly hand. I pressed my palm down against the throbbing length of it, considering my options. I could go to my own room and jack off like a good little boy. I could stay here and watch him, which risked being caught. I could stay here and jack off while he jacked off, which seemed seriously more risky and very dangerous. I could knock on the door and tell him I was taking the census or something, but that seemed unreasonable. As I palmed my erection, pondering these possibilities, he suddenly put down the magazine. Can he see me? I wondered, on the verge of panic.

He wasn’t looking at me; he was looking intently at his own enflamed erection. The helmet-shaped knob was twice the diameter of the shaft, shiny with excitement and with lubricating fluids seeping from the large, easily seen slit indented at the top. Skin slid smoothly partway over the bulbous cockhead as his hand continued the effortless movement up and down the large cock. His lips formed an “O”, and he seemed to be blowing cooling air onto the hot organ. With narrowed eyes, he appeared on the verge of orgasm.

My own cock was producing so much precum it was making the inside of my fly wet. I figured I’d ease it out, for a second, just to give it some breathing space. I unzipped slowly, trying to make no noise. In the stillness of the night air, each pop of the zipper sounded to me like a firecracker going off. The dangerously illicit atmosphere heightened my arousal. I tugged my cock free and found it was as strained to complete rigidity as it had ever been, only a stroke or two from orgasm itself.

The man-in-the-mirror’s fist slowed, pounding down the cock, jarring his balls, which by now had tightened up against the thick cockbase. Once. Twice. I joined in the intense beat. A third stroke. A fourth. A fifth. A sixth. My breathing stopped. Energies swirled and circled throughout my abdomen. My muscles contracted as I watched his muscles tense, his feet pull together. Then a rope of white semen shot out of his cockhead with great speed, sailed towards the ceiling, went up above the range of the mirror, and then came back down to splash onto his heaving, broad expanse of chest muscle. In that instant, I came, too. The first amazingly vivid shot sprayed out, sailed through the shaft of light and landed with a splat somewhere in the darkness beyond. I caught the rest of many jets of cum in my other hand, trying to keep still, but wanting to cry out. I kept watch as his orgasm continued, hurling out blast after blast of white jism onto his chest, stomach and hand. He kept beating his meat long after the flow of juices had ebbed, then brought his fist to his mouth and lapped at the residues. I tiptoed past to my room marveling at what I’d just seen and surprised at what I’d just done.

Early the next morning, as I was heading for the motel restaurant, his door burst open a split-second before I reached it. He came bounding out. He was dressed in jeans and a white T-shirt. “G’mornin’” he greeted me in a sexy, low voice. It happened just as I absolutely unintentionally found myself looking at that damn crack in the drape through which I’d seen him, though you couldn’t see into the room in the morning lighting. Then I looked up into his face and, still moving and feeling so embarrassed I didn’t know what I was doing, I bumped right into him as if I had no control over my own movements. I blushed furiously. “Sorry,” I sputtered.

He put a strong hand on each of my arms, near the shoulders, to steady me, and said, “Hey, no harm done.” He laughed, large white teeth gleaming. He was very handsome. I smiled at him and moved back a step. He held onto my arms for a moment, looked at the crack in the drape, then looked back into my eyes. He smiled and dropped his hands to his sides. “Stayin’ here long?” he asked. His eyes gave me the once over, very carefully, head to toe, lingering at the crotch. I felt my face flush again. He grinned.

“A day or two more,” I managed to say. “How about you?” I found myself staring directly at his bulging crotch. I looked up to see him grinning at me again, as if reading my mind.

“Another week. It’s a nice place.” He put a hand to his chest, rubbed idly, and looked around as if to reconfirm his opinion.

“Yeah, it is.” I said, trying desperately to think of something clever to say that would keep the conversation going.

“Hope to see ya around,” he said, patting my arm. He went back into his room and closed the door. I wondered why he had come out just then. I told myself, “He knows! He saw me! He heard my zipper. For Christ’s sake, he watched me cum!” Then I realized I was just reacting to my own guilt and embarrassment and I went off to breakfast.

That very evening, as I came back from dinner at about the same time as the previous evening, I was expecting to find the drapery securely in place. Imagine my surprise to see it sending out an even larger ray of light into the darkness. I got a hardon, just seeing it up ahead. Keeping very quiet, I went up and peeked in. There he was, again! Naked! Reflected in the mirror. Legs spread wide, a copy of a different gay magazine held with one hand, his tall-standing cock in the other. It was even more exciting than the first time, but it was still as dangerous to stay and watch him. The danger seemed to compel me to stop. It acted on me like an aphrodisiac, causing my demanding erection to ache with lust.

Suddenly, he put down the magazine and turned his head directly towards the window, not by looking into the mirror. “Did he hear me?” I wondered. He turned his head away from the window, towards the bathroom, and said something I couldn’t hear. That surprised me. He had a guest! A shadow fell across his body as someone moved from the bathroom to the bed. Suddenly a tall, naked, muscular male was standing next to the bed reflected in the mirror, toweling himself off, his crotch displaying a large, partially erect cock swaying in front of a big set of balls. He dropped the towel on the bed, leaned down, and replaced the fist of his friend with his own hand, pumping the big cock with an obvious familiarity. Wow! I thought. I watched his own cock responding to the contact of his hand on his lover’s cock. It became solid, long and full. He took it in his other hand and brought it quickly to matching alertness. He played with a big cock in each hand. They grinned and appeared to be talking to one another.

The prone figure started flexing his muscles, driving cock up into the other’s pumping hand. Quickly, they were becoming serious. The Pumper shifted to kneel at the hip of his friend, knees very wide-spread, balls bouncing in their sac, contact with neither cock interrupted, until the prone man took his own cock in hand and maintained a matching stroke. Both continued the mutual jack off, rubbing each other and themselves with their free hands. They were talking to one another in tones I couldn’t hear, but realized would have been exciting to overhear. I imagined them urging each other on with phrases like, “Beat that meat, man. Com’on, work up a big load.”

I couldn’t help myself. I freed my cock and joined in their hypnotic rhythm, stroking it in tempo with theirs. Up and down. Up and down, now at the cockhead, now at the base, just as they were doing. It felt fantastic yet completely dangerous, sort of crazy, but somehow linked with them. I sensed they were both aware of the slit in the drapery and they knew someone might be watching. I felt my orgasm building, spreading throughout my whole being.

The two lovers were near orgasm, too, I could tell. Their matching strokes were becoming tighter, shorter, more emphatic. Suddenly, a long rope of sperm shot up onto the chest of the kneeling man, and almost simultaneously his partner shot a jet of sperm straight up into the air and down onto his own chest and stomach. I sucked in my breath in awe and admiration, and suddenly found myself lifted onto that orgasmic plateau where time stops, hearing is gone, the body tingles from scalp to sole, and gush after gush of ropy semen jets out. I caught most of it in my hand. Then, like a thief in the night, I stole away into the darkness. It left me feeling guilty having watched them, on the one hand, but on the other, they were so fucking exciting only a eunuch would have been unmoved. And somehow the open drape had seemed like an invitation.

Early the next morning, just as I was about to pass his doorway, he bounded out almost bumping into me. This time he was wearing only his jeans, no shirt, and no shoes. He had a sexy navel adorned with fine, light hair that thickened and darkened as it trailed downward to be hidden by the low slung jeans. I glanced into his room, wondering if his lover were still there, but seeing only blackness.

“Yer up early,” he said with a grin.

“You too. You’re even almost dressed,” I said with a smile.

“Yeah, almost.” He rubbed his hand along the waistband of the jeans, stopping in the center, two fingers down under the material. I stared at his hand. I knew he was touching himself. I could almost see him playing with his cock. I felt my face flush. God, he was so sexy. But he seemed reluctant to speak.

“Is something the matter?” I asked in a quiet voice.

“No, no,” he said, looking into my eyes. He held them with a bold, daring look. “It’s just that…” He hesitated.

“Yes?”

“It’s just that you’re so…” he paused, “…you’re so handsome, I find it difficult to talk to you,” he blurted.

I put a hand to my chin in surprise. “You are, too!” I said in all sincerity.

“Listen, why don’t you stop by for a drink this evening? Say, around 9 o’clock. What do you say? Let’s get to know one another.” He smiled.

I looked, completely unintentionally, right at the crack in the drapery, wondering how I would look to someone peeking in. He must have read my thoughts.

“Don’t worry, we’ll be alone.”

I wondered exactly what he meant, but I said, “Fine. I’d like that. See you at 9.” He popped back into his room and shut the door before I could ask him his name.

After spending the entire day fantasizing about how the evening with him would turn out, I found myself knocking at his door a few minutes before 9 o’clock. My first impression, when he opened the door, was that he was naked. It took my breath away. Then I realized he had on a brief swimsuit, which was smaller than a jockstrap.

“Hi! Com’on in,” he said, enthusiastically. “I just had a swim in the pool. I was going to shower when I heard your knock.” He backed up and let me enter the room. I saw us both reflected in the large mirror I’d been looking through the past two nights. I smiled at myself in the mirror, then at him directly.

“Go ahead, take your shower,” I said. “I can wait.”

“Ok. I will, if you don’t mind. I don’t like to sit around in a wet swimsuit.” With that he turned his back to me in an apparent effort to be modest, and slid off the wet suit, exposing a muscular, well-shaped buttocks. In the mirror, I saw the front of him. His attempt at modesty hadn’t worked very well. He looked up, realized I was looking at him in the mirror, and grinned. He fluffed up his patch of cockhair, skinned back his cock and said, “Guess I forgot about the mirror.”

I felt like saying I didn’t, but I just smiled at him through it. I felt my cock lurch. He casually walked to the bathroom and started the shower. I liked his casual, locker room approach to nudity. It was natural and masculine, yet it was also very sexy. He called out from under the shower, “Hey, what is your name?”

I called to him. “It’s Jack. What’s yours?”

“What did you say? I can’t hear you. Why don’t you come in here?”

I walked into the bathroom and saw him behind a clear glass shower door, shining in his nakedness, lathering up. He looked splendid. Wavy lines in the glass distorted his figure somewhat, but I knew how perfectly formed he was. I couldn’t control my erection.

“I said my name is Jack. What’s yours?”

“It’s Richard, but my friends call me Big Dick.”

“Yes,” I said with a laugh, “I imagine they do.” He laughed with me.

“Wanna join me in the shower?” Just like that. Out of the blue. The guy was amazing.

“It might be embarrassing,” I said.

“Why is that?” He slid the door partway open and looked at me with a puzzled expression.

“I’ve got a hardon,” I admitted.

“Well, join the party,” he cried, as he slid open the shower door, “I’ll have one in a second or two, myself. I knew you’d be fun to get to know the moment I laid eyes on you.”

“Me, too,” I agreed, but he didn’t realize the depth of meaning my admission carried. I stripped and stepped carefully into the shower. He took the back of my arm to guide and steady me. Contact with him was exciting. My erection was undiminished, full-blown, and throbbing. I hadn’t lied to him. I saw him give it the once over, sizing it up, mentally comparing it to his own and to others he’d seen. You know how you do that, automatically, uncontrollably. After all, a hardon is something you LOOK AT. He seemed impressed.

“Wow, you are great!” he whispered. He began lathering my body with soapy hands. His touch was exhilarating. I let him do whatever he wanted. He lathered every part of my body, leaving nothing untouched. He dwelled on my pecs and seemed excited by my hard nips, spending lots of time on them. He knelt down and soaped my legs, giving me that opulent feeling of being attended to by an adoring slave. His slippery hands kept returning to my scrotum. Then he turned me around to soap my back and ass, pushing the wet bar of sudsy soap right into the tight crack.

He stood up, sliding against my body, turning me around. We embraced tenderly, not frantically. I took the soap from him and duplicated his actions, learning the intimate details of his powerfully built body. Kneeling in front of him was as exciting as having him kneel in front of me, making me feel like I was under the power of a benevolent sex master. After soaping his muscular ass, probing to and cleaning the asshole, I turned him around, fascinated by his enormous erection gleaming proudly above tightly encased huge balls. His cock was ready for action. Seeing it up close was fantastic. It was all I could do to keep from sucking the magnificent thing into my eager mouth.

He pulled me to my feet, our hardons contacting electrically. I reached down and grabbed them both, spending terrific moments holding the slippery cocks in my hands, beginning vague masturbatory caresses. He took over and continued the manipulation, drawing the masturbation to a more profound level. “Let’s rinse and dry off,” he whispered, nipping at my earlobe. It sent shivers of pleasure down my whole body.

We stood on the cool tile of the bathroom floor and dried one another. My cock had begun leaking copious amounts of sticky fluid. He was intrigued by the sheer volume and spent several minutes studying it, using a cool washcloth to wipe it away, and watching it immediately seep out of the fat slit at the tip of my cockhead. “Com’on,” he said, and led me to the bedroom. Instead of going to the bed, which I expected, he brought us to stand in front of the full-length mirror. The two of us made an exciting pair of muscular, mature, thick-cocked jack-off specialists. “Look at us,” we said in unison, simultaneously. We’d both been thinking the same thing. We looked stunning as each took hold of his cock and began a deliberate mutual masturbation.

“You like looking, don’t you,” he commented. It wasn’t a question. Without waiting for a reply, he admitted, “So do I.”

“Yeah, I love it.”

“For the past two nights, I saw someone looking in here. I only caught a mere glimpse as he passed through the shaft of light from the partially opened drape. But each time it was right after I came, and each time I then heard your door open and close.” It was a statement, not an accusation or threat. We didn’t interrupt the rhythm of our masturbation.

“Do you keep the drapery open on purpose?” I didn’t affirm or deny his comment.

“I like to show off. I guess maybe I’m an exhibitionist, so if someone wants to watch me jack off, it’s all right with me.”

“I loved watching you jack off. I came with you both nights,” I admitted.

“You DID? Fantastic!” he cried and increased the tempo of the jack off. “You mean you came at the same time, or just soon after?”

“Simultaneously. Both nights,” I confirmed, keeping up with his increasing tempo. “You’re too sexy to ignore.”

“Wow! I wasn’t certain it really was you out there. I thought that maybe it was just a coincidence that I heard your door. Jeez, to stand out there and jack off with me…”

“And with your friend, last night, too,” I interrupted.

“Oh, yeah, with Mike, too,” he agreed absentmindedly, still concentrating on my admission. “Christ, I don’t know if I’d have the fuckin’ nerve.”

“If you saw yourself in this mirror, like I saw you, you’d have the nerve, all right. I couldn’t help myself. Anyway, you’re the one who leaves the drapery open. What do you expect? It’s open right now. Do you suppose someone is looking in? Is that what you want?”

“Would you mind?”

“Well, I guess not,” I admitted. “I’m a confessed voyeur but I’ve got plenty of the exhibitionist in me, too. I even made a porno film for a friend, once. Who’s out there?”

“I told Mike I reckoned we’d be in front of this mirror by 9:30, or the date with you would be a bust. He wasn’t sure he could make it, but he is probably watching us right now. I wonder if HE has the nerve to jack-off out there. Let’s invite him in.”

Richard smiled at me and let go of his throbbing cock. He went to the door and opened it, sticking his head out. “You there, Mike?” he asked in a stage whisper.

I heard a grunt. I went over to the door to stand behind Richard, very curious about Mike’s reaction to the scene he was watching. Richard moved back, bumping erotically into me, and gave Mike room to come in. The big man came out of the darkness with a smirk on his handsome face and a giant bulge in his trousers. The zipper on his fly was partway open. Richard noticed it immediately.

“Whatcha been doin’, Mike? Beatin’ off out there?”

Mike laughed and turned red. “I sure was thinkin’ about it, Big Dick. You guys should see yourselves from out there. It’s a real sex show. Very erotic.”

“Jack, here, knows all about it. He watched the two of us jack off together last night.”

“He did?” Mike asked. His voice was full of surprise.

“Yep, and he jacked off with us and came when we came.”

“No shit. He did?” Mike looked at me with big eyes. Then he looked me over, up and down, ending at my cock. “Wow,” he said quietly. “If we looked as good as you two look tonight, I don’t blame you for jacking off out there. To tell you the truth, I put my cock away, just now, when you came to the door. If you hadn’t invited my in, I don’t think I could have stopped myself from doing it out there, too.”

“Guess I’ll have to try to get a look from out there, myself, just to see what it feels like,” Richard said with a grin. We had moved back to the large mirror as we spoke. “Get out of those duds, Mike, and join us in person.”

In a flash, Mike’s shirt, pants, and shoes were off. He was as naked and as erect as we were, playing with his cock as we played with our own. I was next to the mirror on one side, he was on the other side, facing me, and Richard was in the middle. With the reflection in the big mirror, we looked like a six-man circle jerk.

“Jeez, look at us!”

“Yeah! Beat that meat! Man, what a sight.”

“Yeah, pump it. Pound it. Beat it. Wow!”

I loved it. Standing there with these two handsome, muscular men, watching them and their reflections, seeing myself, and seeing myself as aroused as they were by the scene, sharing such a extraordinary moment with them, was incredible. Listening to the dirty talk, hearing meat being beaten, smelling the odors of aroused flesh, and watching ourselves, all combined to overwhelm me with a wonderful feeling of companionship and sexiness. It was a feeling that lifted me all too quickly to the brink of orgasm.

“Jeez, you guys are sexy. I’m about to come.” My voice was husky with overpowering emotion. All three cocks were shiny with excitement and precum.

“Yeah, me too!”

“Me, too!”

“Let’s do it together. Ooh, look… at… that!” We were stroking very slowly as I said “look” and “at”, and when I said “that” the three of us started blasting out jets of jism. The first spurt sailed above eye level and dropped to the floor. Without comment, we all aimed towards the mirror and coated it with our heavy flood of juices, as splat after splat landed on our images in the mirror. It was terrific, lasting longer than any orgasm I can remember. None of us wanted it to stop.

Richard got some cool washcloths and we cleaned ourselves off. He also wiped the mirror and the floor. The three of us sat nude on the bed and talked, drinking some cold beer Richard had in a cooler. We made plans to do this again the next evening. The beer caused the need to urinate, so the three of us stood around the commode and pissed together, getting excited again, and wound up back again in front of the mirror for the second time. Through all of this, I kept wondering if someone were watching us. The crack in the drapery was as wide as ever that night and for the next two nights.

It’s the only motel I’ve ever been reluctant to leave.

Hello this is my second novel which is individual and not directly or indirectly linked to my other novels. It tells the story of two police officers who find a mutual attraction to one another but one day end up living outside the law for a crime they did not commit. I hope you enjoy the story!

Hello my name is Richard, I’m 22 years old and I am currently working in the police force as a regular policeman which can be exciting but you do get treated like dirt. It was all worthwhile though because of my boss. His name is Mark and he is slightly older then me at 30 years old and he has that dominant masculine side which I love.

But to continue describing myself I stand at 6 ft 1, muscular build but not over excessively I have known about my sexuality from an early age and I would constantly get guys wanting a piece of my 10″ cock. But nobody really got my loins burning until I met Mark.

Mark stands slightly shorter at 5 ft 7 and he has a muscular build but has some fat on his belly which I think looks pretty sexy. Anyways me and Mark were called into duty for attempted robbery at a shop and ran to our vehicle and swiftly drove quickly to the location.

We arrived at the shop to see the suspect foolishly walking to his car with bags of cash. We slammed the robber down on the boot of the car and handcuffed him as we told him the arrest notice and his rights.

We thrown him on the backseat of the car and drove back to the station and then locked him up in the cell.

“Another successful arrest boss” I said as I gave him a formal handshake and I noticed his grip was really strong

“Yeah we got the bastard, he’ll think twice before doing that again” He said in a satisfied tone.

Mark then motioned me to come into his private office and asked me to sit down and I looked at him in a confused manner

“Richard I have been working in this police force for 12 years and my judgement has always been spot on, so i want you to be honest with me do you find me sexually attractive?” he asked me

I look at him desperately trying to cover up my obvious attraction to him but left with no choice I simply reply with: “Yes I am attracted to you and I always have been from the first day” I admitted

Suddenly Mark got up from his seat and offered a hug which I gladly accepted and wrapped my arms around his waist as he looked into my eyes

“You don’t need to worry I share the same feelings as you from day one as well you are cute and innocent” he said in a soothing voice as we embraced in our first passionate kiss

I felt like all my life I’ve been missing the other half of my heart and now it’s complete we were kept in the same embrace for a while before a sudden knock on the office door.

I soon sat back down on the chair and Mark motioned the unknown person to come in.

“Ah Richard do you remember me?” This person asked as he shook my hand rapidly

“No I don’t remember you” I replied honestly in a confused manner

Suddenly something in my brain clicked and the memory came flooding back to me. I realised that this other man was an ex lover I fooled around with.

“Oh its good to meet you again, Nick” I said to him.

“Oh you actually remembered me then?” he replied in shocked earnest

Mark looked at both me and him and could sense the situation we were both in.

“Richard could you please leave? me and Nick have to talk about something”

“Certainly sir” as i walked out of the office and gave them both a view of my muscular ass.

So I sat on one of the seats by the office and just felt like such a fool for not trying to ask Mark out on a date. Fortunately it did not take long for Nick and Mark to talk before he literally pulled me back into his office and locks the door.

We continued the deep passionate kisses as before but this time he lay me down on his desk and bitten my neck like a horny vampire

“Oh Mark you magnificent man will you be my boyfriend?” I moaned as well as asked.

“Of course I will silly” He said in a sexual growl.

He helped me up from the desk and back on my feet

“I love you Richard” he says to me

“I love you too Mark” I reply honestly

At this monent of time i’ve never felt so happy as I do now.

TO BE CONTINUED