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I was raised a country boy quite a way from the Big City lights, I had gotten a college degree in Business and found a nice Job in the Big City.

City life was new to me since all I knew was a big barnyard full of cattle, hogs, chickens, sheep, goats and of course hot sweaty, muscular country boys that knew how to handle a young hot country boy like me who was already and up for a nice thick hard-on to suck on, or a thick cock sliding in and out of my tingling man-hole.

I was laying in my bed in my 14th story apartment watching the moon and the stars out the bedroom window, I realized as I lay there feeling a little lonely and of course as most nights Horny.

I was just in my tidy whites sporting one hell of an aching hard-on Thinking back to when I was just seventeen and back on the farm when I met Matt and his son Randall, on the farm, Matt was a guy my father hired to help work his 600 acre farm. He was a widower and his 18 year old son was with him. Father had a nice mobile home that was set up for his farm hand and his family.

Needless to say Randall and I began to develope a friendship and a working relationship.

It was a Wednesday afternoon that Randall and I were setting on a big bale of straw in the hayloft of the barn, just enjoying the August warmth, Randall got a bucket of water, took off his shirt and Holy Shit, did this young stud have one hell of a gorgeous build, I felt this sensation and tingling in my body and this gnawing in the pit of my stomach, as he took a dipper of water and poured it over his sweaty body, letting his wet hair flop around, I noticed his muscular chest, hairy-ness across his pecs was gorgeous, I had never felt this feeling before, my stomach was tied in a knot, and my cock was harder than I had ever felt it, even my asshole was feeling a slight tingling, something was definately happening to me, something that I could not explain, I couldn’t help myself, I wanted to see more of Randall, I stood there almost with my mouth gaping open, “What the fuck is wrong with you?” I heard Randall say with a grin, did I do something wrong?”

I was almost speechless as I continued to stare. “Sorry man, but I can’t help it, your body is the most beautiful body I have ever seen,” I said.

He stood up and smiled, “Really, do you like looking at my body?” he said with a huge smile. Would you like to touch me, It’s o.k, go ahead.”

He walked over to me and said, “Here let me help.” Things got very serious and erotic at this point.

Here Ken, feel my hairy chest it loves to be rubbed and enjoyed, and rub my abs, tight huh! at first I thought that he might be making fun of me, but I realized he was enjoying my attention.

“But here’s where I love to be rubbed the most” and he took my wrist and moved my hand down and I felt his thick hard boner through his Blue Jeans.

I watched his face as he leaned his head back and said, “Fuck yeah, that’s it, rub that” and I over from that point, His cock felt like it was as thick as my wrist and at least nine inches long thru the material of his Levi’s, I reached down, nervous as hell, shaking like a leaf in a wind storm, and began to unbutton his trousers, he just let it happen, I got them totally unbuttoned and pulled them apart to reveal a pair of bright white briefs. as I slid his sticky sweaty Levi’s down his muscular legs, he looked like a Greek God standing there in just white bulging briefs, I was so nervous I was shaking. as I reached over and stroked his hard coke thru his soft white cotten briefs.

I knew what I wanted when I looked into Randalls eyes and pulled out the waist band of his briefs and run my hand down inside, and felt the wet tip of his uncut man-meat, damn it was big, I didn’t think I was all that small, but he was huge, at least to me he was.

“Randall leaned over to me and whispered to me, “Do you like what you’ve found. I likes your.”

All I could say was “Yeah!” and I slipped off his whities and there he stood naked, beautiful, his body had no fat on it anywhere and the veins were very pronounced all over his body, and the vein most notable was the big vein running the length of his cock across the top of it.

Being uncut myself I knew what to do, I began to stroking his cock with my hand and pulling his foreskin back and forth as he moaned slightly and gave out a few little whimpers.

Randall opened his eyes and smiled as he said.

“Hey Dude. Let’s see what I get to play with.”

Randall pulled my sweaty tee shirt off and threw it aside. then undid my faded jeans and slid them down, and My hard cock sprung out as he smiled. “Now that looks good enough to eat, Ken, you ever had your cock sucked?” he said.

“No, never did anything with anyone but myself.” I said.

“Well your what? 18 now, it’s time you found out what real sex feels like,” he said.

Randall quickly knelt on his knees and reached over and started stroking my cock, that alone felt like heaven and I was in another world. I have never experienced anything so wonderful.

Then the tide turned, I watched as Randall’s cock began to leak pre-cum, and I was mesmerized as he took the full length of my boner into his mouth, I almost had to pinch myself to see if I was still alive.

To say that this feeling was the most awesome feeling of my 18 year old life would be an understatement.

I felt the awesome buildup of my first cock to mouth cum, and I moaned something like I’m gonna shoot it, you better get off, and before I could say another word, my cock started belching out the full load and I was shocked to see Randall going after it like it was delicious.

He did not let go of me till he had drained my cock totally empty of my seed.

Randall looked up and said. “DID you like that?” “Fuck yeah man, it was fantastic, you’d have to be dead not to like that.” I said.

We sat back down on the bail of hay and smiled at each other, “We will do that a lot if you like,” Randall said.

“Id be a fool not to, don’t you think.” I said.

I looked over at Randall and saw him there with his thick pre-cum leaking cock in his hand and gently stroking it.

“Do you want me to try sucking you off?” I said.

“Nah, I got something else planed for my cock.” he said.

The next thing I knew I was on my back on a couple bales of hay, with my legs in the air, as Randall buried his face in my ass cheeks and was making me crazy with his tongue, sliding it in and out of my asshole, I had never dreamed it could feel like this.

I closed my eyes to enjoy the moment when I felt his licking and probing stop and I felt his cock-head gently pushing and going in a circular motion around my asshole, then I felt the gentle nudge of his cock-head as It penetrated my anal opening, Randall just held tightly onto me as he slid his pre-com covered cock, to the balls into my intestines. I felt so full, yet so fulfilled, as Randall began to fuck me like a male lover he was, What I couldn’t realize was that I wanted more, his cock-head was rubbing that little love button, making me crazy with lust and the want for more.

Randall changed position and he had me on my side with one leg up and his cock full length into my body, I was going almost wild with lust and desire, I wanted more, don’t stop. faster, harder I heard myself saying.

I was on the verge of shooting another load and As I heard Randall’s grunting and impending climax I let out a grunt and began shooting a load of cum out over the hay, I felt like I had been taken on a journey to heaven, nothing had felt like this.

That was the introduction for me Into the world of sex and I have been enjoying it every since.

I still get a weekend visit from Randall every so often but He still works for my father on the farm.

As I lay there in my bed in my apartment, I felt the need, that want, that almost necessity to feel another guy, I wanted that more that air to breathe I think.

I decided to go up to the rooftop where there are chairs for people to sit, thinking maybe I would just set there in the darkness and night air, and enjoy a slow memorable, jerk-off, bust a nut and let the cool night air, sorta blow my cares away. Then maybe I could sleep.

I got up there it was nice not hot, not cold, just right.

I was setting close to the firewall the edges the rooftop, and leaned back just in my sleeping shorts, looking around I noticed I was alone.

I slid my hand down in my shorts and began to enjoy a slow gently stroke, as I played with my foreskin slowing stroking my boner, just enjoying it with much pleasure, knowing I was totally alone.

I was in my own zone when I heard this very sexy, deep voice. “Would you like some help with that?” I a state of surprise and almost shock I almost jumped up, there I was, caught with my hand in the “cookie Jar” if you please’ I looked up and to my surprise I saw this studly handsome guy, like me just in a pair of sleeping shorts.

Before I could make heads or tails of it all, he was next to me, and took my hand out of my shorts and replaced it with his, and I must say it felt wonderful, This dude knew what he was doing, “Hi, I’m Gerald, the Plumber and Maintenance man for the building, I live in apartment 26, And I can take care of any problems you have with your leaky pipes, and down onto my cock he went with his hot, wet, slippery, awesome mouth, I didn’t have time to respond as Gerald took my cock like a starving dog into his mouth all the way to my balls which he was very adept at rubbing, I was gone man, I hadn’t had anything like this since I was back home with Randall.

I just lay back and let Gerald fix my leaky pipe. Damn he was good.

After he was done sucking my nuts empty, Gerald smiled as he took out his boner and said, “Anything else I can do for you?”

I raised up, slipped off my shorts, leaned over the safety wall on the edge of the roof, I smiled as I spread my ass cheeks, “Yeah! Gerald this needs a good plugging, Gerald came closer and I saw a beautifully circumcised cock about eight inches long, quite thick. and he spit on it and with the pre-cum liquid, it was slick enough to slide right in and take up residence. Gerald fucked me for almost twenty minutes as As I watched the street life down below, we finally both blew our loads onto the floor of the roof, Well mine went on the floor, his went deep into my ass. He grunted and groaned as he cum, it was loud enough they could have heard him twenty-seven floors below. That was one hell of a wonderful night.

Well now when I need my pipes cleaned, or any sort of “Plumbing Problems” or maybe my shorts straightened out Um! Electrically that is, LOL! I call for Gerald the Plumber and Maintenance man, he takes of any of my problems. He also makes a wonderful Lasagna too. Yeah he makes house calls too. LOL!

Life is good,,,,,,,,, Ciao my friends.

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I am a 40 year old road construction guy and was working on a project outside New York city one day near a free-way off-ramp. We were behind as it had rained hard the last couple of days and we had been off of work due to the weather. It was hot and sunny, but a little muggy. I had worked up a sweat just from standing there with the sign directing traffic. I was working a sign that pointed for cars to turn into the other lane due to the fact that we had one lane closed down and was resurfacing.

Although it was a beautiful day, unfortunately the traffic was really bad, and backed up. You could tell that people were annoyed. Traffic is always bad on the loop, but this was a particularly busy day. Around noon a guy in a dark silver Mercedes S class sedan pulls up. He is probably in his late 20’s or maybe early 30s with perfect blonde hair that was cut rather short and had a little gel in it. He had beautiful, piercing blue eyes, and had a very nice tan. He could have been a model. He was a stunningly handsome young “executive” man and had on a very expensive dark charcoal suit, with a light pinstripe to it, and looked to have a silk sheen to it. He also had on a pink tie with a pink pocket square, and was wearing gold cuff links, and a Rolex watch. You could also tell that he had a great body and worked out a lot, and filled out the fine tailored suit very nicely. He also had a very arrogant persona about him. I’m bisexual, and I found him to be an extremely attractive man, actually one of the best looking men that I had ever seen, and was somewhat turned on by him.

Anyway, he pulled up to me and you could tell that he was pissed. He asked me “what in the hell is taking so long? I have a meeting to get to, and I don’t have time to wait.” I explained to him that we had been shut down for a couple of days because of the weather and that we had to cut off more of the road to catch up. As I was talking, he cut me off, and said “look, I really don’t give a shit why you were not able to work on the road for a couple of days. That doesn’t help any of us out that are sitting here waiting in this long fucking line of cars.” “This is bullshit and you fucks are incompetent. Typical government workers. Take your sweet fucking time.” I apologized and told him that he would have to pull over a lane and wait for the traffic to move. He told me not to tell him what to do, and that “I worked for him because he paid the taxes that paid for my job.” At this point, I was beginning to get angry, and told him that he needed to pull his car over to the far lane to make room for the construction crew ahead, and that he could not cut in line. He again cut me off and said, “look low life, I need to get moving and need to bypass this blockage of traffic. I told him that I was not a low life, and that he had no right to call me that. He then said “look at you. You have on an orange T-shirt covered with tar, and stains, and a pair of jeans that are about to fall apart. I’m wearing a $3500 Armani suit and Rolex, and make more than 10 times a year more than you. Who is the low life?” I was stunned by his remarks, and at that he rolled up his window on me, and started moving forward. We had also had hit a water line which was making things move slower, but I didn’t bring that up.

He then pulled out of the lane and drove down the shoulder of the road where people were working! He continued several yards down to the far side of the lane where people were working. One of the other construction workers stopped him as I ran up to catch him, and he asked him what in the hell he was doing trying to go around all of the other cars. The gorgeous blonde executive in the Mercedes then got really PISSED at this point, and said “look you two low life road workers, I have an important meeting to get to and closing a deal that is worth more money than you will ever see in your pathetic lives. It’s because of people like me that make a lot of money and pay taxes that give you shit heads a job. Now get it moving! I need you to get me around this bullshit.” My buddy and I just looked at each other flabbergasted at what was going on. Who was this guy to talk to us like this? I kind of felt bad because I was sweaty and covered with some black tar on my shirt, and had dirt and tar smeared on my face. It was certainly degrading. So the insults stung. We both told him to get his car back in line, and with that he told us to “go fuck ourselves,” again rolled up his window, and he pulled right around us onto the shoulder again, but nearly ran into a construction crew, and averted them by driving down a slight grass embankment toward a side road which ran parallel to the highway.

At this point several other workers had come over to see what the commotion was and to see why this extremely expensive dark Mercedes Benz was driving down the embankment toward a side road. Hopefully a supervisor was around because we really needed to contact the police. We watched as the beautiful looking executive drove his Mercedes down to the side road, but what he didn’t know is that the road had been partially washed out from the rain. It was not long until I noticed that his back tire sunk into a mud pit that had formed on the dirt road, and he was reeling the car and forcing the gas trying to get out of the sunken mud, but you could tell that it was just making the situation worse.

At this point, I had to laugh. Who was the idiot? Here was this stunningly handsome, very arrogant, hot man in a beautiful suit, apparently very full of himself, driving an S Class Mercedes and he was stuck in the mud off of the highway road. Even a few people had gotten out of their cars to see what was going on and people were watching from the highway because the car was making quite a loud noise as it spun about trying to get free from the mud that was encasing about two thirds of the back of the Mercedes now. The mud was just two deep for the expensive sedan to maneuver and the car was not made for this type of road. It was just spinning and spitting mud into the air. Mud was flying everywhere, and soon the car was covered with mud, on the top and sides. This went on for about 5 minutes. I wanted to yell that he was making the situation worse, but he never would have listened to me. You would not believe it, but at this point he leans out his window and yells, “can one of you morons come help me with this?” Like we were going to go down the grassy hill to a muddy ravine and help push his Mercedes out! We just laughed at him which just pissed him off more. This again continued for a few minutes, and the whole thing was funny because as he stepped on the gas and turned the steering wheel back and forth, it just made the Mercedes stick more into the mud more, and dig a deeper hole.

After a few more minutes this stopped, and he opened the car door. The back side of the car was facing us, at a slight angle toward the driver side door. The car was maybe 50 or 60 feet away, so I could see him very well. The window rolled down and you could see his blonde hair and face peer out and survey the damage and the situation. His car was sitting in about 12 inches of mud and water and drain off/sewage from the highway. Again, because of the storm, it was worse than usual, and very muddy and certainly not drivable. I wouldn’t even take my truck into this mess, let alone a $150,000 car.

At this point a shiny black wingtip shoe then emerged and all you could see was his black Armani pant leg, black nylon (very sheer) sock, and shiny wingtip shoe. He had no option at this point, but to step down into the disgusting muck. He had pulled up his pant leg, as to not get his suit dirty, and he had it pulled up almost two his knee. Along with his sheer black socks, he was wearing black garters to hold his sheer socks up. Needless to say the construction workers were making some cat calls at him like nice socks…are those pantyhose?” With one foot in the mud, he pressed on the gas with the other foot and attempted to push the car. This approach just made mud spin up in the air, some of which appeared to land on him as it hit the front of the car. Only the front tires were spinning now. Then the other leg emerged, with the pant leg pulled up, revealing sheer black socks and a garter on that leg as well. Schmuck…down into the mud. He then stood up from the car, and just stood there for a minute, holding his suit pant legs up, and for some reason buttoned his suit, not really knowing what in the hell to do. This guy could have been straight off of a GQ magazine with his expensive Armani suit, and beautiful chiseled looks and perfect body, with the exception he was standing in mud, but otherwise, he looked impeccable. He was stuck in mud that covered his shiny black, I’m sure very expensive black wingtips, and the muck went up to about his ankle. He just looked down at his suit and the mud and you could tell that he was trying to assess the situation in his mind. He tried to move one leg at that point, and could barely get it out of the mud. Yu could just hear him utter an “Uhhhhh” sound. Schmuck, he pulled the other foot out. “Schmuck” again. After about the third step, the road must have dropped off a little because he stepped down, and the mud went up to the bottom of his calf, covering his entire sheer sock. “Ahhhh, FUCK!” “GOD DAMNIT” He yelled. “Uhhhh,” he whined in disgust. We all laughed our asses off.

He continued a couple of steps to get to the back of his car, and on about the 5th step he lost his footing and fell straight down into the mud! I could not believe it and felt myself get kind of hard over the site of this gorgeous powerful executive in an ultra expensive suit lying with his hands in the mud, and his legs covered to the knee. He was on his hands and knees in the mud. I heard him say, “my suit.” He was cursing wildly at this point, and he had thrown his pink silk tie over his shoulder as to not get any mud on it. He then tried to get up, but apparently got stuck, and then fell backward into a very wet mud that made a splash. We were all laughing at this point and other people had gathered around to watch this what appeared to be a powerful executive in an expensive designer suit and tie now covered in mud, lying by his Mercedes Benz. I remember his crisp white shirt and pink tie now had mud splattered all over it. He was pretty much covered, and even some flecks of mud flew into his blonde hair and bronzed beautiful face, which he attempted to wipe off, but it just smeared mud on his face.

At this point, he just tried to crawl around to the back of his Mercedes to push it out of the mud. For about 10 minutes he just kept pushing on the back of the car, but could not get any footing, and would fall, and sort of flail about. He was just flailing in the mud, and cursing wildly. It was quite a scene. There was no way that this Mercedes was going to budge, and he was having no effect on the situation at all. He was just flopping around in the mud trying to push the large sedan. It was really stuck in the mud.

It seemed like awhile, but someone had called the police, and then a tow truck appeared, which one of my co-workers must have called. I remember that the executive man had his cell phone in his hand at one point, but it had fallen into a puddle of mud, and I don’t think that it worked any longer. The police went down the embankment and spoke to him. I could not hear the entire conversation, but the executive was even very arrogant with the police. His attitude was like “what do you have to do with this?” He was written a ticket to which the blonde executive just crinkled up and threw into the mud behind him.

After a few minutes, the tow truck got down the embankment, and hooked itself to the Mercedes. The executive just watched in disbelief as his beautiful car, now encased with mud, was towed out of the mud, and onto the road. It was a mess, and had mud up to the bumper, and of course the tires were covered with mud as well.

He then paid the tow truck drivers, whom you could tell were more than amused by the situation, and the tow truck left. The police stood by to make sure that he got back in line with everyone else on the highway. The once cocky, arrogant,powerful executive was covered with now drying mud, and he surveyed the damage. To my disbelief, he opened the trunk, and laid out a plastic bag. Apparently he had made the determination not to track the mud into his impeccable car. He actually began to disrobe! I have to admit that I was again growing hard at the sight of the man taking off his suit and clothes. He took off his suit jacket and threw it aside on the hood of his car. Then he took off his once pink silk tie which was almost all muddy at this point, and threw it on top of the jacket. He took off his once crisp, clean custom white shirt and tossed it on top of his other belongings. At this point, I felt myself get hard because he had the body of an Adonis. He had no body hair on either his chest or arms, had a perfect tan, sculpted, muscular body, and a sick pack abdomen. He then took off his black belt, again throwing it on the pile, and unbuttoned and unzipped his mud covered suit pants, and let them fall to the ground exposing that he was wearing black, silk bikini underwear. He also shaved his legs because he had absolutely no leg hair or body hair at all for that matter. He had a perfect round, smooth ass which the bikini briefs barely covered, but they had begun to ride up his ass crack, exposing a great deal of his butt. his body had some smears of mud on it from the muddy suit, which had now dried on parts of his body. He looked at it, and tried to wipe some off, to no avail. You could tell that he was embarrassed at the yells, and the fact that he was nearly naked, a man of once great power in an expensive suit, and he now attempted to try to cover himself with his hands, trying to hide behind parts of the car, and looked really embarrassed. There stood this hot blonde, sculpted man, with black bikini underwear (which just fueled some calls from others), mud covered sheer socks, and garters, with his wingtip muddy shoes still on. He then took off the wingtip shoes which were just 2 giant balls of mud, putting it all on the pile of clothing that had gathered, and stood there in just his black silk bikini briefs and dried mud covered sheer socks and garters. I had grown really hard at this point and really wanted to release. As he bent over to pick up his clothes, and I got a look at his perfect round, bubble butt, I blew my load in my boxers and work pants. I couldn’t believe it. He decided to just toss his ruined expensive suit and shoes in his trunk, and with that slammed the door to the trunk.

He then got back into his car, and was escorted by the police back to the highway, and placed in line with the other waiting cars. His once pristine Mercedes, covered with mud from spinning around in the mud pit. It definitely looked like he had gone mudding in his car. It left a trail of mud on the road as he drove on through traffic. Something tells me that he missed his important meeting, and certainly was no longer appropriately dressed.

THE END

The bus driver came into the restroom and stood right next to me at the long urinal trough. As he unzipped and reached in to fish out his dick, he leaned over uncomfortably close to me, staring down at my exposed dick, and whispered in a husky, emotion-filled voice, “Boy, that’s some great looking piece of meat you got, there.” And with that, he hauled out a man-sized, already partially erect, perfect penis, sort of hefting it for my inspection. He turned slightly towards me as if offering the cock to me.

The jolt of electrical current I felt swirl through my abdomen and tug on my balls, making my cock throb noticeably with excitement, left me lightheaded. The closeness, the intimacy, of this large, remarkably handsome man, who had given me a big smile and a bold once-over as I had gotten on the bus, overwhelmed me with both lust and flustering shyness. As I glanced down at his growing, lengthening cock, I mumbled, “Uh… You, too.” It’s all I could think of. I was worried that he would turn out to be one of those guys who exposes gays by teasing them with big dicks but then bashing them when they prove interested.

“I’d sure like to suck that big thing,” he whispered with a sigh.

“You would?!” I asked in astonishment.

“Fuck, yes!” he replied with a grin and a stifled laugh. “I’ve been hoping we’d get together, here at this rest stop, ever since you got on the bus back in Chicago.”

“You have?” I asked naively.

“Sure! You are too sexy to ignore,” he sighed, sounding turned on.

“Sexy…” I repeated softly, almost in a trance. I glanced down again at his cock and, to my surprise, found that it was fully erect and he was slowly jacking the huge pole. As he noticed me look down, he slid his hand to the base and waggled the marvelous erection at me. I looked up into his eyes. They were wide with anticipation. “You’re the sexy one,” I admitted quietly.

“Com’on,” he insisted. “If you’re through here, let’s go into a booth and get to know each other better. And call me Dave.” A clear sexual invitation! I was delighted with his open and honest approach.

Let’s face it, at just having newly turned eighteen and on my way back for my senior year in high school, I had had better than my fair share of approaches. I knew what was up, so to speak, more or less. I had agreed to almost all the various advances, from friends, classmates, teachers, coaches, and strangers because I liked the attention and the quick sex. But I was always inhibited and careful, letting them come on to me. And the truth is, from the first I had given them the impression that I would let them do something, rather than doing anything for them myself. I had held back, partly from apprehension but mostly from not really having had a good enough opportunity to see what taking charge would be like. I thought about it a lot, especially when jacking off, but I did hold back. Mostly I just got quick hand-jobs or fast blowjobs from nervous guys who were only after their own hurried enjoyment. But I was ripe for adventure and instruction, although still cautious.

“What if someone comes in?” I asked hesitantly.

“Look, it’s real late. I checked and everyone aboard the bus is asleep, and they’re mostly women anyway. We both look so horny that this won’t take that long. Whadda ya say?” He paused, then added softly, “Com’on!”

He reached out and took my left hand with his right hand after releasing his cock. His hand felt sticky. I noticed that the cock stiffened and stayed firmly erect as he saw me glance down. I allowed myself to be drawn into the end booth farthest from the door. It was big enough for two. He immediately laughed, pointed, and said, “Look at that!”

My eyes widened as I saw that he was pointing to a large glory hole between the two booths. I guess I blushed.

“You’ve seen one of these, before, haven’t you?” he asked with a smile.

I nodded. I felt my cock stiffen further, still sticking out of my fly.

“This is a busy place, but we’ll be safe here. Now, let’s get a good look at…” his voice trailed off as he reached for the hem of my T-shirt. He stripped it off with ease. “Wow! What a sexy frame! You’ve got a great build!” As he reached out to hang up the shirt with one hand, the other hand touched my waist and then slid up to cup my pec as his thumb and finger tweaked a nipple, sending waves of pleasure right down into my balls. “And look at this cock!” he added, sounding impressed.

I looked down at myself to see that my cock was as stiff as I’d ever seen it. Besides that, it was already leaking clear fluid. I was delighted by his flattery and completely turned on.

“Let’s get these pants off you, too,” he instructed huskily. While still playing with my chest, he undid my belt and opened my pants, letting them fall to the floor. “Man! What big balls!” he exclaimed excitedly.

My whole body was vibrating with pleasure. I loved the touch of this big man, and I really liked hearing him sincerely admire my body.

When he said, “Man, I wanna get naked with you,” as he pealed off his company shirt, I thought, This should be interesting. His shoulders looked muscular in his tank top and his frame looked thick but surprisingly fat-free. As the tank top was drawn up, covering his face, he asked me, quietly, “Wanna help me get these fuckin’ pants off?” It was a very arousing question. I reasoned that he wanted to keep me involved.

“Uh… Sure,” I agreed hesitantly. I reached out and, almost touching his tall-standing cock, unbuckled his belt, opened the top button of his pants, and let them fall, just as he had done with mine. I let out a small gasp of pleasure and surprise. He was not wearing underpants. Talk about BIG BALLS! “Jeez,” I sighed, “you’re really BIG!”

“Ya like ’em that way?” he asked with a grin.

I grinned back, not knowing what to say. But my groin was churning and my brain was trying to stay focused in order to decide what to do now.

He put both hands on my waist and pulled my naked body against his with loving passion. “You feel great!” he sighed.

“You, too,” I agreed honestly. The feel of his naked flesh against mine was enticing. I realized that our cocks were throbbing against each other. I felt the liquid seepage from mine. Or was it from both? I felt the tingling pleasure of both ballsacs and they lightly pressed together. Right then, I melted into his arms, wrapping mine around him and returning the emotional hug with great pleasure. This was truly unlike any quick hand job or hurried blowjob I’d ever had. This had real masculine enjoyment to it, real muscular strength.

“Why don’t you touch my…” he asked as he relaxed and moved slightly away from me. It was actually a question I had never been asked before.

Before he had completed the sentence, I felt my fist slide around the thick tubular column that was his cock! The touch of it was magical! Without instruction, I began to jack the large organ with a knowing stroke, having stroked my own so very often. I knew how it would feel to him, but was surprised by the pleasure it was giving me. As my strokes grew longer and bolder, I realized that his cock was leaking slippery lines of goo, too. I broke the contact and brought my hand to my mouth, without thinking. I had tasted my own precum so often, I almost needed to taste his. I looked up into his eyes as my tongue licked at his juice. He looked entranced!

“Tastes good, doesn’t it?” he asked smiling. “Like your own, I’ll betcha,” he added, as if reading my mind.

I nodded in agreement.

“Why don’t you taste my cock?” he suggested suggestively. It was another question I had never been asked.

“I’ve never…” I started to say.

“You’ll love it!” he interrupted, insisting knowingly. “Just try it. No need to worry. No one will know and no one will care, but I’d really like you to give it a try, ‘cuz you’ve gotten me so hot! And you’re so damn sexy!”

Suddenly, I had to wonder why I had never done it before! I had watched so many guys suck me off, or jack me off, while they themselves jacked off, that it now puzzled me to realize that I had not even tried to do the same for them. They were obviously enjoying what they were doing. Why had I stopped myself from enjoying the same things? And then I wondered why shouldn’t I enjoy tasting this wonderful, handsome, hung, guy’s cock! These thoughts whizzed through my mind in a flash, convincing my to go down on him with no further delay!

Without fully realizing it, my hand had re-grasped his cock but was not jacking it. Rather, I was holding it at the base and waggling it at myself just as he had done to me at the urinal. Inviting me! This time I had no intention of holding back!

Leaning down, I lapped at the broad expanse of juicy cockhead. The tastes of sticky fluid and hot, flavorful, male cockmeat was so overwhelmingly wonderful I thought I would reach orgasm immediately. My lips encircled the meaty crown and I sucked lightly, receiving such a large quantity of liquid into my mouth from his long tube that I thought he was coming. I reacted by straightening up.

“Oh!” I exclaimed, “I’m gonna come!” I knew I would not be able to hold back.

His reaction was immediate. He squatted, grasped my hips, and pulled my body towards himself as he rose slightly, slipped his mouth over my cockhead, sucked vigorously, and slowly pulled my body so that my cock slid into him completely with stopping. I watched in fascination. When his lower lip touched my tightly drawn up balls, forcing me to recognize that he had me in to the bone, I fired off into complete orgasm! It was the best orgasm of my life! My body shuddered and shuddered, over and over and over, blasting cum-shots deep, deep, deep down into him. He hummed with delight, swallowing tightly several times, but did not whimper at the strength, urgency, or even what might be considered the brutality of my lengthy orgasm pounding, pounding, and pounding into him. My body kept it up for an amazingly long time, finally sending me into a haze of well spent delight, my cock aflame with dizzying sensations. I wanted to pull back, to reorganize, to relax, but he maintained a strong hold on my ass with both hands, and kept my cock buried to the hilt.

I leaned over his back, sliding both hands against his firm flesh, and gasped for breath. He had gotten everything out of me. Or so I thought! But, rather than relenting and releasing me, he began to move his head up and down, sliding my cock through his tight, rough throat. The movement became lengthier and lengthier, until his was riding my cock with his face from balls to cockknob and back. Up and down. Up and down! Up and down!

In amazement, I felt my cock rapidly reinvigorate to steely readiness! It was clear that he could feel my hardening sexual reaction in his mouth and throat. He began to hum and to swallow, causing incredible sensations along my entire cock, and in my balls, too, and I began to realize that I was being lifted to an immediate second orgasm by the devotion to cocksucking and the overwhelming sexual skill of this handsome bus driver. That realization was intense! It caused me to start working with him. Counter-thrusting to his sucking power. Humping cock into him and pulling back. Humping, jarring, and thudding my balls against his chin. Freely giving him what he wanted as he began whimpering in complete sexual pleasure.

My second orgasm came upon me with such complete, overpowering intensity that I thought I would collapse. The strength of this orgasm seemed to take everything I had out of me: my ten semen-shots, my breath, and my consciousness. This time, he took my cum in his mouth, using his tongue roughly yet lovingly to send unbelievably strong waves of emotion throughout my entire body, but especially through my abdomen, balls, and thighs. The so-called “ropes” of this orgasm were longer lasting and more extreme than any I had ever before experienced. From that very moment, I knew I would cherish this experience and would search for the same high quality cocksucking for the rest of my life! For me, this was the pinnacle of sexual pleasure! And I knew it! For the moment!

We both finally sensed that my orgasm had wound down, my erection was at least relaxing, and I was starting to breath again. He gently, slowly, released me.

I stepped back feeling well spent.

He slowly rose in front of me, in all his glorious nakedness. As his face came level with mine, he sighed, “That was the best EVER, man!”

It’s hard to say just how strongly the word, “ever,” with its sincere emphasis, hit me.

“I just knew you would come twice in a row, like that.” He paused and smiled. Then he said something which, again, I had never heard before from a sexual partner. “Thank you!” he said softly but earnestly.

He continued rising up. When he stood, my eyes were about even with his mouth. I could see semen on his lips. Unconsciously, I licked my own lips, mainly because my mouth had become dry during my sexual exertion. He smiled.

Slowly his face neared mine. I realized he wanted to kiss me! Although this had never happened to me before, a deep desire to kiss him began to burn inside me. I lifted my face to his and our lips slowly slid together. His lips were full and strong, yet at the same time soft and pliant, with the familiar scent of sperm and the slipperiness of my cum. His mouth opened, so I opened mine. My tongue licked his lips and I tasted my cum mixed with his flavors. It was a delightful taste. His tongue pushed mine back, driving forcefully into my mouth. He swiped at the roof of my mouth with in his tongue, whose stiffness astounded me! It exploded nerve endings I never fully realized that I had, and sent waves of pleasure throughout my body. I closed my eyes with enjoyment.

“Hmm,” he sighed knowingly. “You like the feel of something hard in your mouth, don’t you?” He smiled as my eyes flew open. It occurred to me suddenly that he had not jacked off when I came, as the others usually had, so he was still horny. And I had put my mouth to his big cock and sucked juice from it, so reciprocation was both expected and probably demanded. But after two orgasms I wondered if I was really up to it.

“Look at this!” he whispered huskily.

“Wow!” I exclaimed excitedly, as I looked down at his erection. It was so completely engorged that it looked almost purple in its extreme rigidity. It seemed to looked twice as huge as before, with giant balls completely flattened against the wide base, telling me from my own experience that this guy was really on the verge of orgasm.

I wasted no more time. I wanted to suck his cock! I needed to suck his cock. I bent to the task with an enthusiasm that surprised me. I made a real effort to duplicate the pleasure he had given me. We joined into the mutually enjoyable experience of me sucking as he humped away heading toward orgasm. As I felt the first powerful spurt of sperm jet into my mouth, I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye. Someone was shoving an erection at us through the glory hole! It didn’t stop us. We worked together completely delighting in Dave’s orgasm.

I sputtered, “Geez!” as I released Dave’s cock and straightened up. I stared at the big cock standing proudly through the glory hole.

“Someone caught us together,” the bus driver exclaimed, sounding miffed.

“Yeah,” the voice said cockily, “and I’m real glad I did. Watching the two of you got me so hot I’m gonna blow in a second. Now, who’s gonna help me with this big hardon?” The big hardon seemed to waggle with a beckoning familiarity.

“Nice lookin’ cock,” my partner said calmly.

“Uh… Yeah,” I agreed hesitantly.

“Why don’t you give it a try,” he suggested. “It’s a different kind of experience when it’s done with a nice big cock pokin’ at you through a nice big glory hole, like this one.”

It was a lewd idea, but it really turned me on. I felt my cock twitch.

He saw my reaction and said, “To tell you the truth, I’d really like to watch you take care of him. It would really turn me on. And besides, the more cock you suck, the better you’ll get at it and the more you’ll like it, and so will your partners.” He grinned at me but I knew he was serious.

There was no good reason not to suck this great cock standing so tall through the glory hole. I had just sucked a cock, and here was another one longing to be sucked. The guy on the other side of the wall had watched me suck cock, so he expected me to want to suck more cock. And I knew I wanted to suck more cock, too! After the thrill of the first one, I knew I wanted to suck more, and more, and more! I realized in that rest room that I was born for cocksucking and I determined to become a great cocksucker. To give head like the best of ’em would be my goal.

“It does look good,” I muttered as my head was drawn down to the big cock.

“Yeah, do it,” the bus driver said huskily, sounding turned on, “Suck his cock!”

“Yeah, man, suck my cock!” the voice pleaded from the other side of the glory hole. “Ah! That’s it!” he sighed as he felt my mouth slide over the fat cockhead and suck it in. “That’s it. Suck my cock! That’s it!”

I looked through the glory hole as my head lowered onto the fat cock. I saw the hem of the blue naval blouse of a sailor, and realized that the sailor I had seen as I boarded the bus had quietly followed us into the rest room and had sneaked into the booth to watch, and to get involved.

Dave squatted down next to me, his head right next to mine so he could get a great view, and he started commenting on my cocksucking.

“Relax,” he instructed softly, although loud enough for the stiff-peckered boy in the next booth to hear. “Take your time. Do it nice and slow. Let that big cock slide in as deep as you can take it. That’s it. Remember to breathe. Swallow when saliva builds up so you don’t get too slippery. Man, you’re getting me all hot again, you look so sexy with that big cock in your mouth. You like it, don’t you?”

I hummed my agreement, vibrating the cock I was sucking.

“Oh! Fuck! That’s got it! I’m gonna come!” the sailor hissed through clenched teeth. His body stiffened and slammed into the wooden wall between us as he pressed to get every bit of his cock into me. And, suddenly, a thick, heavy, aromatic spurt of cum burst into my mouth. Hot and delicious! I savored it, rolling my tongue, and then swallowed. Immediately, another strong spurt more voluminous that the first filled my mouth. It was heavenly!”

“You’re taking his load, aren’t you?” Dave asked with a voice strained with excitement. “Show me!” he demanded.

I knew instinctively what he wanted. I held the cock down with my fingers, swallowed the current spurt of sperm, opened my mouth, backed off a bit, looked down at the wide, fat, wet cockhead, and watched the next big spurt jet out of the slit and soar straight into my mouth. I closed my mouth over the big cock and swallowed, receiving another huge spurt as I did so.

“Look at that!” Dave exclaimed excitedly as he watched the sperm spurt into me. “Man, what a fucker! What a great lookin’ cock!”

The sailor kept on shooting for an amazingly long time, it seemed to me. Finally, he tugged back gently, letting me know he was done and needed release.

“Shit, man,” he sighed loudly, “you two fuckers really know how to make a guy feel great. I shot a giant load! Thanks.”

Well, we still had a long way to go before we got to our destination. I was certain that Dave knew of other rest stops along the way where the three of us could get together. I smiled as I thought of the road ahead.

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Two months ago I met the most wonderful guy. His name was Colin and we instantly hit it off. The sex was good if not great and we bonded like no one I have ever met. It all seemed to be going well – too well perhaps.

That is until I met him. Colin’s father. Colin invited me to meet his Dad at a restaurant in town. I agreed nervously and we headed off. I was not prepared for what was about to happen. The man was a god. At 41, he was only 18 when Colin was born. In fact he was closer to my age than Colin was. He had just returned from abroad and the tan was incredible. His blue eyes sparkled as he smiled at me with shiny white, unnaturally perfect teeth.

Dinner was nice. David, Colin’s Dad had divorced from his wife almost ten years ago. No-one ever told me why they had divorced so I let it go. He was funny and intelligent and an all-round great guy. Colin loved him and he was obviously fiercely proud of his gay son. I admired him and fancied him like hell. The real trouble arose after three bottles of wine. Colin excused himself and headed to the toilet, leaving David and me alone. He smiled. I blushed.

“So, do you love my son?” He asked as soon as Colin was out of sight.

“Erm…I don’t know..” I felt awkward and a little like a fraud.

“I hope not.” His comment caught me off guard.

“What do you mean?”

“Well if you loved him I would not be able to tell you just how gorgeous I think you are.” I went red in an instant. So that’s why they divorced.

“Thank you for saying so but…” He interrupted me by placing his hand on mine.

“I know you have been thinking the same all night.” He pulled his hand away as Colin returned.

To cut it short, Colin left for a two-week course soon after and his father arrived at our door one evening. I wanted to say no, or at least I knew I should say no, but I couldn’t. He was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. So he stayed for the whole time Colin was away.

“I think I am in love with you.” He said one night as we lay together. I tried to speak but he kissed me. His lips were warm and his tongue probed every inch of my mouth. I wanted him badly. All day I had waited for him to return so that we could make love.

David’s hands were rough from his work as a builder but as they caressed my naked shoulder, they were smooth and loving. His hands moved down my back and held me close like a child. I felt loved and protected and fiercely aroused. His lips moved from my mouth to my neck and then to my shoulders. He nibbled on my ear and then moved down my naked body. I shivered with excitement as his fingers played with my nipples and his tongue licked my navel.

David wasted no time. I liked that about him. His mouth enveloped my quivering penis and he began moving up and down my thick shaft in soft fluidic movements. He would squeeze his lips together as he moved down adding more pressure to an already tender cock. His hands would touch and play with my hairy balls and he would moan as he tasted my bittersweet pre cum. He would lick the purple head of my throbbing manhood allowing the clear liquid to rub on his lips.

His mouth met mine and I could taste my own juices but I didn’t mind. I liked it in a strange way. It was my turn and I couldn’t wait. His cock was larger than Colin’s, and much fatter. I tasted him and wanted more. His crotch, hairy and strong, smelled of a grown man. I licked each ball and took both into my mouth to make him shudder with anticipation. Moving gently to his shaft I toyed with him. He shook all over but I carried on. Taking him in my mouth I immediately moved quickly up and down bringing him to a point from which he could not return.

He tried to pull me away but I wanted it. I wanted it all. I wanted to taste him and swallow him and have him fill me with all he had. His entire body, strong and muscular shook in ecstasy as he came in my mouth. Streams of thick, hot bitter cum filled my mouth and I gladly received it all. I swallowed quickly as more spurted from within him. Above me he groaned and moaned as more and more of his man juice poured into me. His hands gripped the back of my head holding me tightly. I was in heaven. My own hands were on my dick wanking frantically to bring myself to the same point. But David stopped me as he emptied the last of his cum into me.

“Fuck me!” He gasped through clenched teeth. I didn’t need to be asked twice. It was what I had wanted all along.

David rolled over exposing his tight smooth arse to me. I climbed on top and prepared him and myself for what was to follow. In one swift movement I penetrated him and was banging my balls of his tanned cheeks before he tensed his ass muscles. His tight ass gripped my cock and I felt the pressure in my balls rising. In and out I moved. Slowly at first but building in speed. I moved my hips in time and he moaned with each thrust. Each time I moved in I increased in intensity. He moaned louder each time and I saw him bite his lip. We were both exploring new territory.

After what seemed like forever I could feel the pressure reaching unimaginable heights. I gripped his shoulders and gave one last thrust. The explosion from within me was like nothing I had ever felt before. An intense feeling of desire overtook my entire body. The cum splashed out of me and I thought it would never stop. My body shook as my cock shock within him. David cried out as felt me shaking on top of him. It was several minutes before I could say anything, before I knew it was over.

“Oh my God!” I shouted and David laughed.

“Yes! Oh My fucking God!” We both knew that the voice was not our own. I turned my head. Colin had arrived home early to see his boyfriend buried deep in his father’s ass. We never spoke again. David remarried two years later.

The End

From Part 1….

So it began. I started meeting my mystery man three times a week, always looking forward to sucking his cock.

I began waiting outside to see what he looked like when he came out, but he never did. However, I did see drivers enter and after a while come out. I wondered if he was sucking them also.

Finally, I decided to wait him out. After sucking each other off and fucking his ass, I stayed in my stall, deciding to wait him out.

With me not leaving, it was preventing any others from coming in. After about twenty minutes, he stood and began pulling up his jeans. Quietly, I did the same, and as he stepped out of his stall, I stepped out of mine.

Looking into each others face, we froze, neither of us saying a word.

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My body tensed in sheer panic as did his. There I stood, looking straight into my own father’s face. Neither of us knew what to say.

After a moment, Dad looked at me and said, “We need to talk,” and headed for the door. I, of course, followed.

Once in the car, dad sat silent with his hands gripping the steering wheel, staring straight ahead.

After a few moments, he turned to look at me and asked, “How long have you been having sex with men?”

I told him how it started and revealed everything to him. I looked him straight in the eyes as I said, “Dad, I’m not sure if I’m gay or bi. I enjoy fucking pussy but I also love sucking another guys cock and fucking a guys ass.”

Dad surprised me by asking, “Did you enjoy sucking me and fucking my ass?”

“Hell yea. It was awesome, and now I think it was even hotter knowing that it was you that I was having sex with.”

“Yea, I know what you mean,” he replied.

“Dad, what about you? How long have you been having sex with guys?”

“I started with a buddy of mine in school. I was seventeen, and like you I enjoyed both male and female sex. After your mother and I married, my activities with men weren’t as often but still continued. However, after she passed away, I knew no other woman could take her place. I now had the opportunity to resume my activities with men. Now, I’m totally gay. Can you accept me as being gay?”

“Hell yea. You’re still my dad regardless of what ever your sexual preference is. Can you accept me?”

“Of course. Shall we head home?”

“Sure.”

As we headed home he asked if I had plans to continue stopping by the truck stop after school.

I was honest and said “Yes, I do. Are you?”

Looking at me, he smiled, “Of course.”

“Dad, may I ask a question?”

“Sure, son, what is it?”

“Well, I was wondering that since I’m of legal age, could we continue having sex together?”

“If you really want to, I don’t see why not. Just not at the truck stop.”

Smiling, I said, “No, not any more.”

We arrived back at the farm and went about our activities as if everything was normal. That evening, as we ate dinner, I casually asked dad if he ever had sex with any of the hands.

“Why are you asking that?”

“Well, Luke and Cole are both well built and hot as hell,” I answered.

“Son, I’m sure that they are straight. They have never given any indication that they would have sex with another guy.”

“Dad, they are gay. I know.”

“Have you had sex with wither of them?”

“No,” I replied and told him what I had seen and heard. He found it hard to believe what I told him.

That night when we headed for bed, I stepped into his room and asked, “Dad, may I sleep with you tonight?”

“Of course.”

As we undressed, I decided to take the lead and stripped totally naked before slipping into his bed. My cock was steadily stiffening and when he stripped, I noticed that his was also.

It didn’t take long for dad to introduce me to the pleasure of man kissing and caressing. Soon, as we kissed, we began fondling each others cocks and seconds later dad flipped around and we began our first sixty-nine. Climaxing at almost the same time, we watched each other swallow the other’s load.

The next day, while spying on the hands in the showers, I heard Luke and Cole making plans to meet in the old barn. I told dad about it and together, we hid in the barn waited for them to arrive.

Luke arrived first and a few moments later Cole arrived. They immediately began kissing and groping each other. After a short moment, they began undressing each other and soon they were both totally nude with raging boners. As they eased themselves onto an old blanket, I noticed dad open his jeans and extract his cock and began stroking it. Smiling, I did the same.

Just as Cole and Luke climaxed into each others mouth, dad and I both erupted, sending huge ropes of cum out into the air.

One of dad’s first volleys was exceptionally strong and went over the edge of the loft, landing on Cole’s cheek..

“What the fuck?” he screamed.

They both jumped up and headed for the ladder to the loft. They were there looking at dad and I before either of us could put away our cocks.

“Son-of-a-bitch!” Luke exclaimed. “The boss and his kid both get turned on watching us have sex. That’s hot!”

They both walked over to us and as they stood in front of us, the blob of cum began sliding down Cole’s cheek. Without hesitation, dad leaned forward and licked it off then kissed Cole and shared the load.

Luke stepped closer to me and began tongue kissing me. Seconds later they were undressing dad and I there in the loft. Before it was over they had sucked us both off and we had sucked them some before they took turns fucking dad’s ass. After they had both filled him they said they wanted to see me fuck my ‘old man’. I readily obliged and as I fucked dad hard and deep, they both stroked out another load, feeding both to me.

We began to all meet on a regular basis in the old barn. Sometimes I would meet Luke or Cole one-on-one for sex or sometimes a three way. However I remained a virgin anally.

That is until I begged dad to fuck my ass. He did and after the initial pain, I loved it.

After dad had been fucking me for several days, we met Luke and Cole in the barn. After some hot making out, I got on my hands and knees and as I began alternating between Luke and Cole’s cocks, sucking them, dad slipped his cock in my ass and began fucking me.

After a few moments, the stopped letting me suck them and began watching dad fuck my hot ass. Looking over at them I said, “When dad gets through, you can both fuck me if you don’t mind sloppy seconds.”

“Hell no we don’t mind. We’ve been wanting his hot little ass.”

Before long dad filled my hole with his hot thick huge load. After he pulled out, Luke got behind me and as dad’s load began draining out Luke began licking it up and once he had a mouthful, he kissed me and shared it before he entered my hole.

he soon deposited his load and Cole repeated Luke’s actions and he too, kissed me and shared it. Then Cole was pounding my hole and I was loving it. After Cole filled my ass, dad took the hint and sucked out Cole’s load and kissed me.

Before the evening was over I had fucked all of them and sucked each one.

I continued going to the truck stop and sucking truckers and was now letting them fuck me. Dad and I had sex every night before going to sleep.

I graduated high school and began college about a hundred miles away. I came home every weekend and spent it having sex with dad, Luke, and Cole.

As agreed, Mr. Jacobs paid all my expenses at school. Then during my junior year, Mr. Jacobs became seriously ill and passed away.

When it was time for the reading of the will, his lawyer had everyone meet in the living room of the main house.

He began reading the will and Mr. Jacobs had left each of the hands one thousand dollars and dad five thousand.

I wondered why I had to be there. The lawyer continued reading the will and as he did I realized why I was there.

“And to Mark,” the lawyer continued reading, “whom I look at like he is my grandson, I leave the balance of my estate.”

I was in total shock as were dad and the other there.

The lawyer had us all sign papers and after he left, Luke looked up and asked, “Do we now call you ‘boss’?”

“No. I’m still Mark, and everything will remain as it was in the past. Dad is still in charge.”

The only change was that dad and I moved into the main house and when I was home on weekends, Luke and Cole would sneak over to the main house and we would have sex there.

I graduated with a degree in agriculture as well and management. I returned to the farm and took over control, soon buying surrounding property and expanding.

I had a meeting with dad, Luke, and Cole, letting them know that I had made a decision.

I had hired a private detective to find out if any of the other hands were bi or gay. Only one was, Buck.

Buck was a little older but still hot as hell and preferred being a bottom offering his ass to all as well as his mouth.

I had to let Buck know that I knew about him and devised a plan. I decided to have Buck ride with me to check out my most recent land purchase. I knew it would be an overnight trip on horseback.

We headed out and I began making very slight suggestive remarks, mainly about how his ass fit the saddle so well or how firm it looked.

That evening we set up camp on the new property after inspecting it. We were on the edge of a small clear spring fed lake and after getting a fire started, I said I needed to get some of the dust off me and began stripping right in front of Buck, inviting him to join me.

Soon I was totally nude and saw Buck glancing at my slowly stiffening cock. I hit the water and seconds later, I noticed Buck stripping and head my way. His long thick cock was semi hard and beautiful.

After a moment I eased up to him and let my hands rub his ass cheeks. “Umm, they are nice and firm,” I said. His face turned red.

I eased around and once I was behind him, I stepped closer and as I pressed my body against his, I wrapped my arms around him and grasped his rock hard cock.

“Damn, the front is as nice as the back. I could just eat both,” I said. I could feel him rubbing his ass against my hard cock so I eased back slightly and with one hand I slipped my cock head between his cheeks. As I did, he moaned softly. Without hesitation, I began pushing into him and he began pushing backwards.

Soon, my cock slipped into his hole and buried itself balls deep in him.

“Oh fuck yea,” he said.

“You like that?” I asked.

“Hell yea. You can fuck me anytime you want boss.”

“I plan to,” I said, “but just be warned that I get to suck your cock anytime I want it.”

“Just as long as you fuck me regularly.”

“Oh, I will. I just might even share you with friends.”

“You’re the boss. What ever you want.”

I soon filled his ass with my load as he yelled out in pleasure. We exited the lake and as he lay back on his saddle, I got between his hairy legs and began sucking his massive cock.

After receiving and swallowing his load, I said, “Buck, I know you are mainly a bottom and love getting fucked in the ass or mouth, but you are also going to top me when I want.”

“Like I said, you’re the boss, but how did you find out?”

“DO you remember the guy you met at the bar in town that took you to his motel room?”

“Yea, why?”

“He was a private detective I hired to find out of any of they hands were into guys.”

“Mark, does your dad know anything about your sexual likes?”

“Oh yea. He’s loves men as much as I do.”

“Damn!” he exclaimed.

We returned to the farm and I again had a meeting this time including Buck.

“Guys, if any of you know of gay hands that would fit in with us let me know. I’d like to eventually have an entire group that are gay. We could live nude and be ourselves. Bring me some names and contact information.”

Soon, I had ‘interviewed’ enough hands to replace all my straight ones. My ‘interviews’ consisted of a chat then a hot time in bed.

I had all the new hands scheduled to report to work on a certain day. However, before hand, I documented every screw up the other hands made regardless of how minor. Then, the day before the others were scheduled to arrive, I laid off the straight workers, with a nice severance.

Within a week, we had all had sex together and Buck was thrilled to get fucked by dad Luke and Cole. When not out in the fields, everyone stayed nude. It was known that sex was allowed anywhere around the property anytime but only if you were off duty. It was common to see guys coupled up exchanging blow jobs or fucking.

Buck eventually became dad’s ‘wife’ yet everyone used his mouth and ass when they wanted. Cole latched onto a young hot stud that I hired and they soon became lovers. Dad kept telling me that I needed to settle down with someone special.

“Son, I’ve seen the way you look at Luke. I can see the love in your eyes. Go for it.”

I eventually did, and Luke and I became lovers.

I decided to change the farm into a gay nudist resort. It took a lot of money but was well worth it. Before we ever open reservations were pouring in and we were booked full.

That was three years ago and we have been extremely successful, adding more buildings to house guest.

But the best part of any day is when dad and I slip into bed and have hot passionate sex.

THE END………..

Coming soon…..A Helping Hand

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I had just opened the bar and getting the place ready for the evening when he came in. He told me a story about how he had gone to jail the night before after a fight with some guys and that his car had been impounded.

He asked if there was any work he could do around the bar so that he could get a bus ticket home, as he was not from here. There wasn’t anything to do that I could pay him for so he was on his way out the door when he asked if I could spare 5 bucks so he could get something to eat, he said he hadn’t ate anything in a few days. Now in the neighborhood in which I work and live when someone says they need a few bucks to get food it usually means they need a fix and off to the crack house they go, so I usually don’t give them anything. This guy seemed a little different to me, but I still didn’t give up any cash, I had just had a pizza delivered and offered him some of it. I guess he was telling the truth because he ate almost half of it in just a few minutes. He thanked me for being so nice to him and gave me a hug as he was leaving.

I didn’t figure I would see him again until a little after 2 am when our security guy came in and told me there was a guy out side looking for me, I went out and there he was. Hmmmmm I thought.

“This could get interesting “. After the bar closed we sat and talked for a while and he told me that because I was so nice to him he had to come back and tell me the truth about what was going on with his life. He had had a fight with his wife and went out on a 4-day drug binge, the car had broken down and he asked if he could stay at my place, because he had been sleeping on the street. So being the kind soul I am, I said sure. We went up the stairs to my apartment and he took a shower. I was sitting on the bed watching TV when he got out of the shower. After a few minutes of conversation he stood up next to me and started to rub my chest and said “

God my cock is so hard”. To which I answered, “And if money is going to be involved here, nothings going to happen about that.” He said that he didn’t want any money for it that he had been with a few guys in his life and was fantasizing about guys more often. With that he pulled my harding cock out of my sweat pants and started sucking. And damn was he good at it, but then it has been my experience that “Str8” guys do suck the best.

After about 30 minutes of 69ing and my licking his ass I rolled him over and sat on his stomach. I asked if he wanted to fuck me and he told me that he had never done anything anal with a guy before and that he didn’t really want to. So I just sat there rubbing his cock on my ass for a while, as we talked some more. Unknown to him I had gotten enough spit on the head of his cock to get it in my ass while we were talking, I looked down at him and said, ” you do realize that the head of your cock is in my ass didn’t you?”

He pushed against me a couple times, smiled and started pushing harder.

That’s when I stopped him and told him it wasn’t going in any more with just spit on it. He smiled even bigger and asked if I had some lube. I lubed up his cock and sat down on it, riding it for a while then rolled him over on top of me put my legs over his shoulders and he fucked me like I haven’t been fucked in years. We fucked for a good 30 minutes or more.

Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore, I had been on the edge of coming six times, I had to let it go, I told him I was going to cum he stopped fucking me and sucked every drop cum out of me. Then he sat on my chest and started to jack off, shooting his huge load in my mouth. After a while of talking about his troubled life we went to sleep in each other’s arms.

The next day I took him to the garage where his car was waiting to be fixed, he got something out of it and I took him to the bus station. I don’t know if I’ll ever see him again but I hope he cums around again some day.

The End.

I was sitting at my favorite watering hole hoping for, but not expecting, something to happen. The fact that I was the only customer in the place certainly wasn’t promising. Then some guy I’d never seen before walked in and sat opposite me at the big horseshoe bar. After his beer came, he nodded in my direction and I lifted my glass to him. He came around to my side of the bar and took a seat beside mine.

“Slim crowd,” he observed. “Maybe it’s the holiday. Tomorrow’s the Fourth of July,” he added like I somehow might have missed the fact.

“A momentous date in history,” I replied like the died-in-the-wool history teacher that I am.

We exchanged some pleasantries. His name was Rick. I told him that my name is Bennett. “You live around here, Rick?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he said. “My old lady and I moved here just after Christmas. That’s my mom,” he clarified, “not my wife.”

“Yeah,” I said. “You look kinda young to have a wife.”

“I’m old enough,” he said.

“Old enough for what?” I asked. “Old enough to vote? Old enough to know better?”

He looked at the glass in front of him. “Old enough to buy a beer if I want one,” he said. We both chuckled.

“What are your plans for tonight?” I asked the empty space in front of me.

“I was going to go bowling with a dude I met this afternoon. I waited for him at the 7-Eleven but he was a no show.”

“Too bad,” I commiserated.

“Yeah,” he said. “I was looking forward to it. I haven’t been bowling for a while.

“Do you like to bowl?” he asked.

I was surprised by the question. I thought it might be a prelude to an invitation, but he was probably only nineteen – maybe twenty – and I was a relative old man at thirty-two.

“Sure,” I replied. “I like to bowl.” I waited to see where he was going to take this, if anywhere. My wait was a short one.

“Well,” he said. “I don’t have wheels. If you drive us to the lanes I’ll spring for shoes and games.”

“I’ve not had an offer that good since – heaven knows when,” I said.

“You never know when the next one might come along,” he said. “You’d better grab this one while it’s in front of you.”

I thought about it for a while. I had nothing better to do. I could spend some time with this attractive guy and fuel up a nice masturbation fantasy for later on. He was pretty much my ideal type: on the short side, lean and nicely tanned. He had clean, moderately long blondish hair. I supposed that if I could see his eyes I would find that they were blue. “Sure,” I said. “Why not?”

“Cool,” he said. We downed the last of our beers and headed for the door.

“Nice car,” he said as he settled into his seat.

“Buckle up,” I said and I pulled out of the parking lot. I headed out of town in a direction different from the one to the nearest lanes.

“Where are we going?” he asked not quite nervously, yet betraying some concern.

“To the place out on the pike. It’s further away but it’s newer and cleaner.”

“I’ve never been there,” he said. His body seemed to relax a little.

He wore a pair of cut off jeans. I surreptitiously scanned the gentle curve of his denim clad crotch. His legs were spread. Curls of soft blond hairs gleamed against the golden tan of his thighs.

We talked idly of his work, my career, the town in which I had lived my whole life and to which he had newly moved and other innocuous topics. We were approaching the lanes when he turned his eyes from the highway and fixed his gaze on my profile. I had to stop stealing glances. Too bad.

He threw me a curve ball. “You married?” he asked abruptly.

“No.”

“Most guys your age are.” It might have been an accusation.

“Yeah, I suppose so.

“What about you? Do you have a girlfriend?”

“No.”

“Most guys your age do,” I teased with a little more sting than I intended.

He paused long enough to persuade me that he was struggling with his response.

“I guess I don’t like girls all that much,” he said at length. His voice had lost some of its animation.

“I see,” I said.

“Do you?” he asked in an even, almost cold, tone.

I was sorry for the change in him that I had apparently caused. “I’m not sure I meant anything by that, Rick. It’s just that I haven’t had a girlfriend for a long time and I don’t think . . .” Not knowing how to continue, I left my sentence unfinished.

But I was hedging and I didn’t like it. “I guess the truth of the matter is that I don’t like girls very much either,” I added.

I was turning into the parking lot of the bowling alley when he lobbed his next curve ball. “You’re queer, aren’t you?” His voice was level and cool.

I was too stunned to answer right away. “Gay,” I said at length. “I prefer the word ‘gay’.”

“‘Gay’,” he repeated. “Sorry.”

I parked the car and looked at him. “Does this change things? Are we still going bowling?”

“That’s why we’re here,” he said. He opened his door and stepped onto the macadam. “Let’s do it,” he shouted to the evening sky. A small flock of startled starlings circled in the fading light. I followed him into the brightly lit lobby.

Rick took charge of getting the lane for us and setting up the score sheet.

He was a joy to watch as he moved through the bowling ritual. Arm muscles corded as he raised the heavy black ball into position; controlled breathing raised his chest and flattened his stomach as he studied the pins; tapering back and mounding buttocks swayed as he approached the foul line. He was a picture of grace and beauty.

And his face was a whole gallery of expressions. Depending on the degree of his success it registered surprise, disappointment, mock horror, glee or bashful pride. I was delighted to be with him.

Rick was a pretty fair bowler but I beat him in all three games. He jokingly accused me first of being lucky and then of cheating, but I could tell he didn’t mind being bested by me. He was also pretty impressed with my knowledge of and stated ability in other sports.

As good as his word, and in spite of my protests, Rick paid for the bowling. However, he did allow me to treat us to pie and ice cream at the snack bar.

It was dark when we left the building. The moon, huge and orange, was just topping the trees that edged the parking lot. We continued our banter as we walked to the car, but once he closed his door Rick became quiet and reserved. This was yet another abrupt change in mood and I was a little perplexed. I tried to pick up the strands of our earlier conversation.

“Why were you so surprised when I told you about my playing sports in college?” I asked.

“I dunno. I didn’t think guys like you went into sports that much.”

“Guys like me? Does my being gay bother you?”

“I’m not sure. Yeah, I guess it does – a little.”

“I don’t do things like rape people, you know. You can relax.”

“Yeah, I didn’t think you did.” He smiled faintly and slid down in the seat a little to demonstrate a relaxed attitude he probably didn’t feel. “It’s just something I think about sometimes.” He fell silent.

My heart was pounding in my ears. I wanted to reach out to him. I wished I could run my fingers through his hair and over the curves of his neck and shoulders. In a short time I would be alone in my bed where I could do whatever I wanted with him. I would touch his naked young body all over with my fingers and tongue. I would straddle his chest and rub his beautiful face with my cock and balls and perineum. My cock thickened as I thought of the first penetration that he would initially resist but eventually beg for.

The harsh lights of the fast food outlets that greeted motorists to our town flashed against my eyes and brought me out of my erotic reverie.

“Where are we going?” I asked. “Where do you live?”

“You can drop me off at the 7-Eleven on Main,” he responded.

“I’d be glad to take you home,” I assured him.

“7-Eleven’s fine,” he said.

When we got to the parking lot I drifted to a stop. Rick made no move to get out. He sat motionless staring at the myriad lights in the big store windows in front of him. I looked at him but said nothing. He looked briefly into my eyes before facing front again. “Maybe you could take me home,” he said softly.

He gave me the number on a nearby street. When we arrived at the small frame house he again sat staring, this time at the shaded front windows and the car with the out of state tag that was parked in the side alley. He exhaled a rush of air through his open mouth. “I wonder where she picked him up.” The softness of voice did not hide the mix of sadness and anger he was feeling.

“Bennett,” he ventured tentatively, “could we go for a ride?”

“Sure,” I said and dropped the gear into drive.

Instinctively, I drove to the mountains south of town. The risen moon was full and white. It’s glow through overhead branches created a patchwork of light and shadow on the deserted road. Rick remained pensive during the ride. My masturbation fantasy was fading with a growing empathy for a boy I hardly knew.

“If there anything I can do, Rick, just let me know.”

“You’re a good person, Bennett,” he said softly.

The anguish he had been harboring for so long broke in a controlled tide from his small frame. “If I could only understand. If she only cared for me, even a little bit.”

“I’m sure she cares for you,” I said, not knowing his truth and doubting the accuracy of my assurance even as I offered it. “In her own way,” I added feebly.

“No.” He spoke with finality. “Every night it’s the same thing. Only the guy is different. She’d be happier if I were out of her hair for good. I have to get away.”

“Where would you go? Do you have relatives someplace you can call?”

“I probably have relatives somewhere. I don’t know.”

“Where would you go if not to a relative?”

“There’s always New York.”

“What do you mean, ‘Always New York’?”

“You know. New York City. Lots of guys my age do it.”

“‘It?’ What would you do in New York?” I didn’t want to come to grips with the import of what he was saying.

“It. You know. Hustle. Sell my body. Lots of guys want guys my age. You’d like to make it with me, wouldn’t you?”

What was he trying to do to me? “Y-Yes,” I stammered. “Sure. But not like that. God, Rick! You can’t want that.”

He allowed his anger to explode. “Hell no, I don’t want that,” he fairly screamed. “But it’s better than what I’ve got.

“I mean, hell . . .” he added regaining his composure, ” I don’t have anything now.”

I turned my car down the coal blackened cinder road and parked in the gravelly lot where the long vanished railroad depot once stood that served the long vanished mining town. The trees were large and little light from the moon filtered through the leafy canopy. The motor hummed softly until I put it in park and turned it off.

“Want to walk?” I asked. Rick responded by opening his door and stepping out. The stillness of the night magnified the crunch of our footfalls on the cinder path.

We shielded our faces from the overhanging branches until we emerged onto a grassy level at the lake. It’s surface reflected the white and shimmering path of the naked moon. The light of the moon contrasted sharply with the dark of the shadows on the ground and reduced our world to black and white and was not confused by the colors that the light of day reveals. The air was alive with the chirping of tree toads.

“Nice,” Rick said.

“Yes,” I concurred. We gazed at the silvery surface of the lake.

He stooped and removed his sneakers, and when he stood he pulled his T over his head.

“OK to swim?” he asked.

“At your own risk,” I quoted the sign on the nearby beach, and with that he stripped off his cutoffs.

He turned to me wearing only his white cotton briefs and asked, “Are you going in?”

“I guess so,” I said uncertainly. Then, “Sure. Why not?”

I stepped out of my loafers while Rick slipped his briefs down his slender legs. He stood facing me. The light of the moon behind him created a fine halo; a silvery outline that defined the curves and angles of his young body. His features were in his own shadow and his mysterious nakedness and the suggestion of his nascent erection made my own cock begin to fill and lengthen.

I looked at Rick as I removed my shirt. He shifted his weight slightly. There was no mistaking the half hard-on that bobbed in front of his pelvis. I lowered my jeans and boxers in one motion and stepped clear of them. I made no more attempt to hide my semi-erection than Rick did to hide his. He looked at me matter-of-factly before turning and diving gracefully into the water, briefly disturbing its smooth face. When I saw his head break the surface, I followed his lead.

The water stabbed me with countless icy needles. I surface-dived to the lake’s incredibly cold depths and back to the relatively warm top layer of water. Each time I surfaced I checked on Rick who was swimming circles around my diving spot. Once he splashed me and we began to play and laugh like carefree children.

When he tired of our game he left the water at the grassy level and sat cuddling his knees. I was not long to follow. He watched me walk from the water’s edge and when I approached him, he rose.

Instinctively, we moved toward each other. I put my arms around him and held him close. He squeezed me tightly and pressed his cheek against my chest. I stroked his wet hair. I looked down at his now upturned face. Our eyes locked briefly before we moved our lips together. Our kiss was long and tender and grew only slowly into passion.

My erection had diminished in the cold water, but now it grew again and I moved my hips outward to allow it to stretch up between our bodies. The head of Rick’s hard cock grazed my thigh.

We broke our embrace to lie on the grass, Rick on his back and I on my side. I propped my head on the heel of my hand. He watched my face as I slowly ran my fingers over his arms and chest and gently undulating abdomen. Under my touch his skin became like goose flesh and the underlying strands and expanses of muscle twitched involuntarily. His torso was completely smooth except for the downy blond growth that penciled downward from his navel to fan out into his thick pubic patch. His wrinkled scrotum held his two lovely balls and his erection bobbed with each beat of his heart. A clear droplet of precum oscillated over the slit and reflected the light of the moon in pearly hues.

Slowly, I lowered my mouth to lick it away. His cock had that amazing hardness that only a boy cock can have. It’s skin was velvet. I knelt beside him and sucked more precum out to coat my tongue and his pulsating shaft. As I moved my finger tips gently over his scrotum, his balls churned upward increasing the depth of the crevices of their wrinkled sack. I took his balls firmly in my right hand and moved my left down his heaving chest and stomach to encircle the base of his cock. He spread his legs and bent his knees, placing his feet firmly near his ass to give himself leverage for the upward thrusts of his hips that were already beginning.

I moistened the middle finger of my right hand with commingled spit and precum and moved it toward his anus. I tried to push it in but he resisted by tightly squeezing his sphincter. I placed my hands under his ass and lifted it into the night air. The light of the moon showed me a hairless and open hole. Rick gasped when I kissed it and, as I licked and tongue-fucked him, he moaned his pleasure. I re-wet my finger, inserted it in the now willing hole and lowered his hips back onto the grass.

Returning my mouth to his cock, I licked and sucked as I massaged his hard almond prostate. He was ready. After only a few seconds he cried out, thrust his pelvis hard against my face and shot jet after jet of acrid cum into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around his engorged and sensitive glans and he gripped my head strongly in an attempt to keep it still. I kept my lips firmly around his cock, savoring the taste of him as I slowly pulled my finger out of his asshole. He gradually relaxed and I stretched out beside him, propping my head on my hand as before. Slowly he turned onto his side and faced me. He nudged his top leg between my thighs.

I caressed his cheek and hair with my free hand. Soon I enlarged my touch to include every spot I could comfortably reach. We embraced again and rolled over on the grass until his body came to rest on top of mine. My cock oozed and made us wet with precum. Using both hands I rubbed his shoulders, his back and his lovely ass. With each pass I made my touch increasingly light.

Rick lowered his lips to my ear and broke the long silence. “Bennett?”

“Yes?”

“You said if there was anything you could do . . .”

“Go on.”

“Well – I mean – if you meant it . . .”

I wrapped my arms firmly around him. He responded by hugging my neck so strongly that he hurt me. He relaxed his grip and said, “I was so scared.”

“I know,” I said. “It’s OK. There’s nothing to be afraid of.

“Let’s go home. We can begin to sort things out in the morning.”

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Gavin was driving along the old two lane highway through South Georgia just enjoying the act of driving. He played his favorite CDs, stopped at road side restaurants he normally wouldn’t look twice at, and even walked through a downtown area of one small town browsing in antique shops, local craft shops and the general store, or was it called a feed and seed? This had not been his plan for vacation, but after 5 beautiful days in Miami, a small tropical storm literally washed out his plans. After sitting in his hotel room for a day watching it rain harder than he had ever seen it rain before, he decided to pack up and head out. He had planned to just drive straight back to Charlotte, North Carolina, taking interstates 95, 26 then 77, but remembering how utterly boring each stretch had been and how 95 along Florida’s east coast was a nightmare at times, he decided to take secondary roads, to see what the area was really like. Ocala was amazing with its horse farms, and as he traveled north, past old, derelict tourist traps and northward he moved into the old South of pine forests and small farms. The skies had scattered clouds that broke the relentless sun but it was still brutally hot. Gavin had to keep the a/c cranking to stay cool.

As he drove along, he came to a fork in the road and on a whim took it. The old blacktop was narrow with the edges broken making him drive more toward the center for a smooth ride. The road had long stretches were it was straight, lying over the undulated hills for as far as the eye could see; then it would get into an area of curves winding over creeks, crossing over rail road tracks or just winding around an old farm place. He intended to cut back over to Columbus for the night and as he wound his way along wondered if he would get there before dark.

He broke over a hill and dropped down a steep descent crossing a bridge over a small stream and began to climb back up the other side when his car made a funny noise. Just one quick odd noise, then it sputtered a little. He took his foot off the gas a little and when he pushed back down a warning light on the dash lit up and the car died. He coasted to the side of the road. He sat for a moment realizing his little adventure may not have been such a good idea. He had not seen a house for a while. He got out and raised the hood, not knowing what he was looking for. There was nothing obvious to indicate the problem. He took out his cell phone to call someone and saw he had fucked up big time. It was dead. He had used it so much the last few days, calling guys he had met to hook up later, or to call friends back in Charlotte to tell them of his latest adventures, of how wild of a time he was having, and through it all he had not charged it. Well fuck me, he thought. He took off for the top of the hill to see if a house or anything was within sight that he could get help. At the top of the hill was just more pines, both sides of the road for as far as he could see.

“Shit” he uttered out loud.

He turned to go back to his car, deciding it may be better to wait and see if he could flag someone down. He sat for a long time, the sun dropping below the trees casting long dark shadows over him. It was so hot he sat with both front doors open capturing what breeze he could. He was hungry, sweaty and miserable. He even thought of jerking off just to pass the time then realized that would probably be when someone would show up, only for him to scare them off.

When it got dark, he noticed he could see so many stars in the sky it was amazing. Never in Charlotte, or in Chicago, where he was originally from, could you see anything like this in the night time sky. He got out to stretch his legs thinking he would have to bed down in the car overnight when headlights starting showing up over the crest of the hill. Finally, he thought as they vehicle came into view. Gavin stood at the side of the road waiting as the headlights came across the bridge and began to turn up toward him. He waved his arms to get their attention as they approached. The vehicle slowed down and eased up behind him. It was an old Chevy truck, some heavy duty model for it sat so much higher than his car. When the doors opened he saw two guys get out.

“What’s seems to be the problem?” one asked Gavin.

“I have no idea. It just hesitated a little, a warning light came on and then it just died on me.”

“Damn boy, you picked a shitty place to break down. There ain’t nothing for another 8…9 miles down the road.”

“Is there somewhere I can use a phone?”

“Well, we have one back at our place, but why don’t ya pop the hood and let us take a look. Maybe we can fix it ourselves.”

Gavin released the hood and the two guys came around and bent over the front end looking at the engine. He couldn’t help but look them over. One was about his height, around five ten but the other one was much taller, easily six two or three. Both were lean and scruffy, with unshaved faces and hair that was a little long sticking out of the caps they wore. Neither looked much older than twenty-five or so. He let his eyes move down their bodies and the way the t-shirt hung loose around the waist of one and the other’s shirt, half unbuttoned showed a smooth tanned chest. Bent over he could see their round asses in the tight jeans they wore. All he could think of was how he would love to fuck these farm boys.

“Well, all this plastic shit they shield the motor with makes it impossible to see anything” one of the guys said to the other.

“Well, what do ya think?” his partner replied back.

“Let’s grab the tool box and take this shit off and then we can see if we can do anything to get this guy back on the road.”

As the one taller guy made for the truck to get their tool box the other one turned to Gavin. “I’m Cody, and my partner there; that’s Elijah, but don’t call’em that. He hates it. Call’em Eli.”

“Ok Cody, I’m Gavin, and I really appreciate you guys trying to help me.”

“No problem. We was just heading back to the house from checking out a tractor a guy has for sale. The poor son of a bitch is loosing everything; wife left him ya see, so we thought we might as well…well…see if we could get a good deal on another tractor.”

“I see, so you guys live close by?”

“Yeah, just a couple of miles on up the road. It’s Eli’s place. His folks got killed when he was a senior and he just started to run the place on his own. We meet at about a year later at an auction and I’ve been his…hired help ever since.”

The way he hesitated in saying he was just Eli’s hired help caught Gavin’s attention. “Damn you guys must get lonely as shit out here; I mean what do you do for entertainment…for fun?”

“Oh, we can find things to do when we have free time, but the farm does keep us busy.”

Eli came back with a large heavy tool box he could barely carry. The two of them set to work quickly and soon had the covers removed and the engine exposed. They checked wiring, looked at hoses, felt the belts but in the end couldn’t tell what was wrong.

Eli stood up and caught Gavin looking at him intently. He smiled and wiped his hands on a rag.

“These new cars, especially these high dollar foreign jobs are too complicated. Ya need you an old car, something simple, something you can work on. See that truck. It’s a 76 three quarter ton Chevy. A real tough fucker, and easy to work on. No, can’t fix this but we can give you a lift to our place where you can call for a tow truck from up in the next town.”

“We’ll just throw all these panels in the trunk if you have room in there and you can lock it up” Cody added.

“Ok. I have my bag in the back seat so there is nothing in the trunk.”

Gavin got in the driver’s seat and popped the trunk. While Eli and Cody carried the panels around he secured the interior, reaching over to close the passenger door and then getting out he closed his door. Eli was shutting the trunk as Cody came for their tool box. Cody gave Gavin a funny smile as he walked past him.

“Come on Gavin, jump in and we’ll go to the house and you can call for help” Eli said to him as he walked back to the truck.

Cody had made Gavin sit in the middle, where he had to sit with his legs turned toward Cody due to the shifter for the transmission took up so much space. The truck was rough riding, stiff and as they rode toward Eli’s Gavin couldn’t help but check them out, the way their tight worn jeans stretched over their legs and when he glanced up he could see how their cocks snaked down one leg. Fuck, they weren’t wearing underwear he thought. As they rode along he told them he lived in Charlotte but was in Miami vacationing and when the tropical storm blew in he decided to road trip it back home.

They pulled up to the back of a clapboard sided house with a full width screen porch across the back. Behind them was a large barn and two smaller out buildings. Three dogs ran out to greet them, all some sort of hound.

“Don’t mind the dogs, they don’t bite. Come on in and you can make your call” Eli told him as Cody jumped down letting him out. Gavin followed Eli up the back steps and into the screen porch. Cody followed. They took their time, not in any rush, taking their shoes off on the porch then opening up the back door to go in. Gavin noticed they didn’t have to unlock anything; everything was open.

“The phone is on the wall over there” Eli pointed to the far wall in the kitchen. As Gavin moved to use the phone Cody came up behind him and tackled him to the floor. Eli dropped down on his knees and helped Cody hold Gavin down. Gavin struggled to free himself.

“What the fuck…come on guys…don’t…” was all he was able to say when Eli shoved one of his dirty socks in Gavin’s mouth. Cody was tying his wrist together and then his ankles. When they had him bound and gagged they stood up and went about getting themselves a drink.

“What do you think?” Eli asked Cody.

“I think he’s a real cute fucker, bet he takes it real good” Cody replied.

“Let’s shower off and then we’ll have us some fun.”

They left the room and Gavin could hear the two of them talking and laughing as the shower came on and then he heard them; they were showering together. He couldn’t help but be scared but also listening them in the shower, and the thought of those two farm boys, naked, together, made his cock start to get erect. It was a few minutes before they came back into the room and both were naked. Cocks half hard, hanging long over their nuts. They were hot. Cody, with the line of hair running up from his crotch to his navel and a few hairs in the middle of his chest, a chest that had more definition than he realized, showing a firm toned body only hard manual labor could provide. Then there was Eli; tall, lean and no body hair, hardly any under his arms. And he was lightly tanned except around his hips where he was really white, where his cock, fat and long hung noticeably. They stopped at the doorway and looked down on him laughing. Gavin shook his head no, and tried to get them to understand he wanted them to let him go. Cody came over and picked up something from the kitchen table and dropped in on the floor by Gavin’s head. The sound of the magazines hitting the floor made Gavin jerk back but when he looked he saw they were his porno mags he had stashed in the trunk. Magazines showing guys tied up, getting hot waxed, in elaborate contraptions or wearing harnesses, cuffs, cock rings, sitting on dildos, and fucking.

Eli squatted down my Gavin’s head, his big fat cock hanging only inches away, and pulled the sock out of his mouth.

“Please…” was all he could say at first as Cody and Eli were laughing at him. “Come on guys, let me loose…I mean I really think the two of you are hot, and I’d love to mess around with you…but…can’t you let me loose?”

Eli roughly grabbed his head, turning it the angle he needed as he pushed his cock in Gavin’s mouth.

“Let’s see if this bitch can suck cock” as he pulled Gavin’s head onto his cock then back down, fucking his mouth brutally, gagging him.

“Goddamn Eli, don’t choke him to death.”

Eli stopped, holding his cock firmly lodged in Gavin’s throat. “Let’s take ’em to the barn.”

Gavin couldn’t believe how easily Eli threw him over his shoulders. He weighed 180 and Eli wasn’t bulked up, but he was evidently very strong. In the barn all Gavin could see was what was behind them. The first part of the barn was just a dirt floor with columns splitting it into three bays. A combine in one, two tractors in the other and a grain truck in the one they walked through. At the back, Eli stepped up and onto a wooden floor. As he swung Gavin around and down on the floor, Gavin saw it was a shop area with a work bench down two walls. But there was something else about the space. Metal rings mounted in middle of the floor, metal rings mounted on one open wall, an old bench about five feet long near the front with eye-hooks on its supporting legs, a stockade mounted to a vertical panel about 18″ wide, chains hanging down and looped over to a wall where they were fastened, and over to one side hung a wooden platform, suspended by four large chains. There was something different about this, something a little scarier. Everything was hand crafted. It wasn’t some dungeon play room like he had been to in Chicago or Miami, or someone’s private playroom set up in a basement, but it was just a space inside a working barn, out in the middle of nowhere, but it felt more real than all of them.

Eli held him down as Cody tied his bound wrists to a ring in the floor. Once secured Eli took his shorts off, carefully folding them, placing them in a shopping bag and set them on a work bench.

“Don’t want your shorts with all your stuff to get messed up.”

Cody came over to him and flipped him over on his back, and sat on his chest. His hard cock was inches from his face.

“You want it don’t ya?” as he stroked it slowly.

Cody scooted up and pushed his cock to Gavin lips. “Come on boy, suck it” and Gavin took the head in his mouth, sucking on it, tonguing it as Cody leaned up on his knees and began to moved it back and forth through his mouth.

“Goddamn whore, look at’em Eli, sucking like he’s starved.”

Cody let Gavin work his cock, take as much as he would give him, but after a short time he pulled out and got up on his knees. He reached down and grabbed Gavin’s t-shirt by the neck and jerked it hard, downward, breaking the neck binding and ripping it almost all the way open. He stood up still holding part of the shirt and jerked it again, finishing the tearing and snatching it up, catching in Gavin’s arm pits the untorn sleeves. Cody reached down and tore through each sleeve and then tossed the ripped remains in Gavin’s face.

“I think ya should work his ass open some. We don’t want to hurt him too bad, do we?” Eli said to Cody making them both laugh. Cody flipped Gavin onto his knees and elbows and ripped the seat of his briefs open exposing his ass. He ran his hands over the exposed flesh, feeling the firm globes of his cheeks, sliding his fingers into the cleft, probing into him, penetrating his hole, pushing a finger in all the way.

“Damn, son of bitch is tight. You’d think being in Miami playing around he’d be all loose.”

“Well, we know how to fix that, don’t we” Eli replied.

Gavin couldn’t believe it and didn’t know what to say. One part was scared but another part of him wanted it. The fear of it, the unplanned nature of it aroused him. He felt Cody push another finger in him, then another, and when he pulled them out, he soon felt Cody’s cock pushing to get in. He penetrated him slowly, pushing in slowly.

“Goddamn that feels fine” Cody told Eli.

He soon began to fuck Gavin, working his cock through his insides. Pushing in till he slapped up to Gavin’s ass, then pulling almost all the way out. A steady rhythm, feeling his cock slide inch by inch into Gavin and back out. Eli walked up and watched for a moment, then reached down and cut the waist band of Gavin’s briefs.

“Get those fucking things off of ’em.”

Cody tore them completely off and threw them to the side. Gavin could see them lying on the floor, torn to shreds. Suddenly he felt something hot drip down on his back. He rose up in shock and pain, crying out.

“Fuck, Eli, drip some more on ’em; he tightens up right nice when you dripped that hot wax on ’em.”

Eli, holding a large candle began to not just drip the hot wax, but to pour it down Gavin’s spine and over the cheeks of his ass. Cody kept slamming his cock through Gavin’s hole enjoying how it tightened up with each clinching up Gavin did from the hot wax.

“You think we’re going too far?” Eli asked Cody.

“Oh hell no, his cock is hard as a rock, come here and feel it.”

Eli got down on his knees and reached under Gavin stroking his hard cock, then looked at Cody smiling. He scooted to Gavin’s head, grabbed him by the hair forcing him to turn to face the cock Eli was holding toward him. Eli pushed forward and Gavin took it, worked his tongue over the head and along the shaft as Eli fed it to him. Eli began to pump his hips, working his cock in Gavin’s hot slick mouth while Cody was fucking away at his ass. Gavin couldn’t believe how hard he was, but scared too.

Without saying anything Cody and Eli withdrew from Gavin, leaving him panting on the floor. They started toward the front when Gavin called out.

“I need to piss.”

“If you need to piss, just piss.” Eli replied causing both of them to laugh. They left him as he was as they made their way out of the barn. Gavin lay on the floor for a long time, holding it as best he could, but not knowing when they would return, he let go. His piss ran over his thigh and leg, puddled on the floor around his legs. When he was finished, he shifted over out of the puddle and lay on his side, his wrist still bound tightly to the ring in the floor. How long he laid there he didn’t know but eventually he heard the barn door slide open and Eli and Cody come back. Cody had a bowl in his hands, which he set on the floor near Gavin’s head. Gavin immediately smelled the cooked hamburger in the bowl, his hunger pains getting more pronounced.

“We figured you haven’t ate anything of quite a while, so we brought ya something. Don’t piss us off and not clean out your bowl. They turned and walked out, talking amongst themselves. Gavin knew he had no choice so he got up on his knees and elbows and leaned over and ate as best he could. Like some kind of pet, some dog, he ate out of the bowl, getting the grease smeared on his face. As he was finishing, trying to lick up the last of the meat in the bottom of the bowl and it sliding away, he couldn’t help but remember how a dog he had as a boy would do the same thing.

He lay there, feeling better with food on his stomach, but still apprehensive. He heard the barn door slide open again and soon Cody was walking up. He didn’t say anything but went over to the stockade opening it up. Eli soon followed and began to untie Gavin from the floor ring.

“Get up” was all he said to Gavin. Gavin staggered to his feet, stiff, trying to stretch his muscles but Eli grabbed the rope hanging from his wrist bindings and pulled him toward the stockade. Cody helped push Gavin back into it while Eli untied the rope from his wrist.

“Don’t try anything, ya hear. I’d hate to have to hurt ya.” Gavin took Eli seriously, not knowing what to expect. He obediently backed against the panel and let them secure his neck and wrists in the stockade. Cody actually padlocked it in place. When Cody backed away, Gavin saw Eli was holding a flogger. A large leather one, with a nice thick handle he could keep a good grip on when he was using it. Eli didn’t swing hard, but kept a steady pace. Across the chest and over the stomach, until it began to sting, turn his skin red. Then he swung low, harder, across his thighs. Gavin tried to turn away, a futile gesture, only able to twist his hips. The next blows were back over his stomach. Gavin heaved for breath as each stung worse than the one before. He struggled against the stockade, knowing his neck and wrists would be red from pushing against it. Cody was stroking his cock as he watched, the head now wet with pre-cum. Eli swung low again, this time across his cock and balls. Gavin automatically raised one leg in response, and Eli brought the flogger down across the thigh, hard, fast, straight down letting it wrap over and hit his cock again with the tips of the leather. Gavin cried out loudly.

“Is it too much for you? I’ll give you a safe word and you say it if you want me to stop. Blue.” Eli told Gavin just before he reared back to strike again.

“No…please…” Gavin replied, but no safe word. Eli smiled as he swung again. He hit hard again, this time across the chest, then the stomach, the chest, the stomach, then down over Gavin’s hard leaking cock. Gavin was sweating, struggling to take it but then he cried out.

“Blue…please…no more” his voice trailing off to a whisper. Eli walked away, going over to the work bench and Cody came up carrying rope. He stooped down and wrapped a section around each ankle several times then pulling his legs to each side of the panel where he tied them to an eye-hook behind Gavin. When he stood he rubbed over Gavin’s red chest and stomach, feeling the warmth of his skin. He reached down and stroked Gavin’s hard cock, smearing its wetness along its length. He brought his wet hand up to Gavin’s mouth who knew what he was expected to do and he licked it clean. Cody leaned over and kissed him hard on the mouth, pulling back with Gavin’s lip caught between his teeth, giving it a tugged before he let go and moved to the side. He was doing something Gavin couldn’t see but suddenly the whole panel and stockade tilted back horizontal. Gavin was on his back and his legs hung off each side. Eli came over with a butt plug, a large thick one. He began to push it at Gavin’s hole, twisting and pushing until it began to enter Gavin, open him up. Eli, patient, persistent, kept up the pressure until he saw Gavin shake from the initial pain of his hole stretching open to accept the plug. Eli would stop, ease back and then push in again, going further each time. Cody came up and began to rub Gavin’s chest, then he pinched his nipples, hard, pulling on them. Gavin pushed out as much as he could and in doing so he pushed down too, and Eli slid the plug in all the way. Gavin was breathing hard, skin glistening with sweat. Cody and Eli walked away for a moment only to return each holding large candles, burning within the cavity they had formed from previous use. Cody leaned over and kissed Gavin again as Eli began to drip the hot wax over his stomach. Cody captured Gavin’s first cry of pain in his mouth. Cody stood up and whenever Eli stopped to let his candle melt some more wax, he would drip his candles. He loved to cover a man’s nipples until you couldn’t see them and Gavin received his wax on each one, painfully covering each until the wax on the skin cooled enough to turn white. Eli began again pouring low, between Gavin’s navel and his cock, still hard lying back, pointing toward his navel, and when Eli got to its head, he poured the wax instead of dripping it all along Gavin’s cock, covering it in hot wax. Gavin’s legs kicked out against his restraints as he tried to bring his knees together.

“OH FUCK!” he cried out over and over until the wax cooled. Cody came over and held up Gavin’s balls, massaged them in his hands, then tugged them tight making them red. He poured wax on them, letting the hot wax cover his hand as well. Gavin continued to struggle, but did not use the safe word. He cried out to stop, begging, but the safe word did not pass his trembling lips.

Cody and Eli moved away, setting the candles down on the work bench, they headed out of the barn again. Gavin heard Eli tell Cody it was time for a drink. When he heard them open the barn door the lights went out, leaving him in pitch black darkness. A darkness he had never been in before. No light from any direction could be seen. No dungeon had ever been like this. His sense of space was disoriented. Now he could hear the old barn occasionally creak, hear the wind blow outside, but nothing else.

He lay there feeling exhausted and at some point he actually feel asleep. He awoke with a start, trying to sit up, feeling the cracked peeling wax on his skin and the confinement of the stockade and his roped tied ankles and remembered where he was. He lay there for a long time thinking of all that had been happening and his cock got hard again. He felt it swell breaking the wax away. He lay there thinking he was ready for what was next.

Finally he heard the barn door slide open and the light come on. He heard them talking as they come through the barn. He couldn’t lean up enough to see them approach but he heard them as they stepped up onto the wood floor. When Cody came into view he was still naked, cock half hard. Cody leaned under Gavin and soon the panel and stockade was being lifted back vertical. Gavin found he had trouble standing at first. Cody untied his ankles as Eli unlocked the stockade. When they had Gavin free they pushed him over to the hanging wood platform and pushed him over it, his chest and stomach lying flat. Cody pulled his arms up over his head and tied one to each corner. Eli took one ankle and then the other and pulled them out and tied them off to hooks in the floor. Gavin felt his helplessness as he couldn’t get any since of balance, swinging slightly on the platform. Eli began to twist and pull on the butt plug, pulling while Gavin’s hole fought against letting go, and he would push it back in all the way. Eli, patient as always, kept working it back and forth until it slid out. Gavin’s hole stayed open for a few seconds, slowing closing as Eli watched with pleasure. There would be no preliminaries, not playing around anymore. No more toys. Eli stroked his fat long hard cock a few times, and then he moved up to Gavin, pushing against him, opening him up again. Eli pushed in, inch by inch, he slid his cock in, all the way, pushing his body up tight to Gavin’s ass. Then Gavin felt his cock be engulfed into a warm wetness, sucking, tonguing his cock and he knew Cody was underneath. Eli began to fuck him, slow steady, he pulled back until his cock pulled free, then he pushed back in, enjoying the pleasure of Gavin’s hole as it gripped his cock on each penetration. Then he sank all the way in and began to fuck him, hard thrusts, slapping sounds of body on body contact filled the barn. The platform swung back and forth as much as it could as Eli pumped himself into Gavin. He kept it up until sweat ran down his chest, strong, forceful thrusts from the hips, he kept at it, showing his stamina, his ability to fuck hard a long time. Gavin was grunting from the way Eli’s big cock opened him up, filled him up. Soon he couldn’t take it anymore and he came, filling Cody’s mouth with his cum. He felt Cody suck harder, drawing his load out, taking it all. As he was cumming Eli’s fucking became jagged, rough.

“Fuck, I’m cumming” was all he said as he pumped his load into Gavin, his cock shoved all the way in, putting it deep within Gavin’s guts.

They untied Gavin and made him lie on his back up on the platform. Tied down, his head hung over one side and his ass at the other. They brought his legs up and tied them to the chains at each corner, spreading him open. Eli came to his head, his wet glistening cock still hard, and pushed it in Gavin’s mouth until it lodged in his throat cutting off his air. Cody then shoved his cock into Gavin’s hole, all the way, hard and fast. They could see Gavin’s body go tense, his face turn red. When Eli pulled back, Gavin gasped for breath, choking. Cody began to fuck, to fuck hard, relentlessly he hammered Gavin’s hole. Eli moved slower, easing his cock back down Gavin’s throat, cutting off the air each time, working his cock back and forth through his mouth, feeling the slick drool pool around his lips and drip down as he kept feeding Gavin his cock, over and over. Cody, still pumping furiously, pinched each of his own nipples hard, the pain/pleasure hitting as it always did and he thrust hard and came, pumping his load in with Eli’s, mixing their cum in Gavin. Cody kept pumping as he came, feeling the two loads cover his cock, making it slick, keeping it hard. When he pulled back cum would ooze out, drip down Gavin’s ass. Eli saw Cody’s expression and knew he had filled Gavin with his load and he pulled out and stroked him cock, tightly, making it red, needing to cum again. He stroked it hard, slamming his hand down as Gavin stuck his tongue out and ran it over Eli’s balls. When Eli was ready to cum he backed up and aimed his cock at Gavin’s face, and shot his load. The wads of cum hit Gavin across the cheek and over his open mouth, capturing what he could he ate it.

When they pulled back they shoved another butt plug up his ass; a larger one, stretching him open some more. And they left again, turning out the lights. How long he laid there he didn’t know, but when the barn door slid open he awoke. The lights came on and soon Eli pulled the butt plug from his ass and Cody released him from the platform. Cody bound his wrists back together, but kept the connection between them slightly loose. He handed Eli the rope as he turned and went to the old wooden bench sitting back toward the front edge of the space. Cody lay on his back as Eli led Gavin over. Cody stroked his hard cock a few times, smearing lube over its length. Then he held it up vertical and Gavin knew what was expected. He turned his back to Cody and began to ease his ass down when Eli pulled him up.

“Face Cody; he likes to watch a guy’s expression as he gets fucked” Eli told him. Gavin saw the smile on Cody’s face and he turned and stepped over his hips, legs spread to accommodate the bench and the farm boy laying on it. He eased down and felt the wet round head of Cody’s cock penetrate him, slid into him as he went down, all the way until he was sitting on Cody’s body, his insides filled with Cody’s cock. Eli pulled the rope holding his wrists up and over his head, pulling back. opening up his arms, taking his balance away.

“Move that ass, boy, come on, ride me” Cody’s voice full of need.

Gavin pulled up and went back down, roughly, not able to ease down but dropping down hard, and he did it until he was sweating and slowing down from fatigue. Cody held his thighs as he tried to keep up the pace but when he was obviously not able too, Eli pushed him forward, holding him up just over Cody, who leaned up and kissed him on the mouth. Then he felt it; Eli’ cock. His big thick cock pushed to gain entrance by Cody’s cock. Cody smiled up at Gavin when he saw Gavin’s expression change; anxiety spread over his face.

“You remember the safe word, don’t ya?”

“Yeah” Gavin whispered. Cody laughed in his face.

“You going to use it now?” he taunted Gavin.

“No” Gavin whispered.

Then Gavin felt it; the stretching, the penetration as Eli’s cock eased in, pushing for space next to Cody’s cock. Eli pushed and stopped and then pushed in some more, working his cock into Gavin’s depths, inch by inch he penetrated him. Gavin was breathing hard, feeling himself take Eli’s cock, take it next to Cody’s. He had never been stretched open so much before. He was sweating so much it dripped down on Cody. When Eli finally stopped pushing in he felt his body against his ass. Still holding the rope, keeping his arms pulled back and over his head, Eli began to fuck him, sliding his cock along Cody’s pushing into his depths, bringing new sensations around his opening, feeling it burn with the stretch.

“Goddamn he’s tight” Eli grunted has he worked his cock into Gavin, fucking him steadily, through the tightness. Cody began to push up some, trying to move his cock, showing his need arising.

“Fuck, Eli, you’re making me cum” Cody cried out as he cock began to flex in the tight confines of Gavin’s insides. Eli fucked harder, working Cody’s load out using it to lube his own cock. He pumped a few more times, pulled out and stroked off on Gavin’s back. Eli wanted to see this load, see it run down Gavin’s back. He let go of the rope and Gavin feel over on Cody exhausted, breathing as hard as if he ran a marathon. Their sweat slick bodies rubbed each other, trapping their warmth between them. Cody kissed him lightly on the mouth.

“That was great. You wore me out” Cody told Gavin, who was thinking the same.

Eli helped Gavin up and didn’t say anything as he led him to the middle of the space. He brought down the chains as Gavin stared open mouthed, unable to believe they weren’t letting him go. Cody came over carrying some crudely made steel shackles. Each one was heavy. They put them on each wrist. Cody got Gavin to sit on the floor and he put one on each ankle, they fastened the chains to all of them with padlocks. The left him sitting on the floor, chained. As they walked away he heard Cody ask about Gavin’s car.

“The Johnston boy said it would be ready after lunch tomorrow, and if we let him come over and have some fun he wouldn’t charge anything” Eli responded.

“You gonna let him come over?”

“Sure why not, he deserves to get to be top. He’s been such a good bottom bitch why not let him have some new pleasures.”

“Yeah; can’t wait to see what that nasty bitch will do” Cody said. What Eli said afterwards Gavin couldn’t hear but he heard them laugh as the lights went out and the door closed. Gavin lay back, hearing the chains as he settled down in the darkness. It was quiet, and so dark he could see nothing. He even held his hand in front of his face so close he touched his nose, but saw nothing. He wondered how long he’d be kept; wondered about that Johnston boy. His cock grew hard again.

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I was changing Underground trains at Earl’s Court and this tourist standing in the passage got in my way and I missed my train. I glared at him, but he was gorgeous and obviously in distress. Gorgeous in that he was 100% my type: a large, blond muscular hunk with longish thick hair, a model’s face, handsome with high cheekbones, large well-spaced eyes and a perfect nose and chin. There was still a hint of pretty boy in his features and he had a body that, on quick inspection, was pure hunk.

“Can I help you”? I asked. “I’m totally lost down here”. “Where are you trying to get to”? I enquired. “The Strand – Western Australia House”, he replied. You could cut his Aussie twang with a knife.

He needed to get on the same train as me. I dived for the one seat that was free. Oz stood close to where I was sitting. I studied the bits that I’d not had time to take in before. He was wearing a thin green cotton shirt over a high-necked white tee shirt. He then hitched his shirt to one side and put his hand into his trouser pocket. The front of his trousers revealed something pressing outwards. The girl in the seat next to me had got up and as soon as she did so, the young Australian dived in to sit behind me.

“So where do you live then”? he whispered. “Islington”, I told him. “So, do I get an invite”? “Sure, I’m James” I replied. “Simon. Good to meet you”.

Hopping off the tube and a short cab ride later we were standing outside my front door. I wanted to get inside this young man’s pants. I wanted him lying on my bed, with only his underpants hiding his private parts, lying there with lust filled eyes, longing for my intimate attention. I wanted to ravish him; fuck him like a randy dog fucks an eager bitch!

Just looking at him made me so horny. I imagined slipping my hand down inside his thin tan slacks and feeling his cock getting harder. I wanted to lightly stroke his cock head then slide my hand up and down his length, easing his cock out of his trousers. Then I’d get down on my knees and bury my nose deep in his fly to sniff his wonderful male smells, then nosing into his balls whilst lightly stroking up and down his hard penis.

I imagined that he would be uncut with a long foreskin shielding his knob.

I wished I could see him wank off. I`d love to see him work his skin back and forth over his long hard cock. I just wanted to taste him and feel his balls banging on my chin as he face fucked me and slide my tongue up and down the bottom of his cock.

Bottom? Oh yes, I have to say that guy’s arses turn me on in a big way too.

I doubt if he`d ever have been rimmed. I’d like to smell his arse, sniffing and probing his crack whilst slowly stroking his cock and sliding my hands up and down his scrotum.

I fixed us drinks and we sat on the sofa and chatted for a while. Even in my wildest dreams, I would never have guessed what came next

He knocked me flat on the sofa and his body pressed down onto me. His face nuzzled against mine, his lips searched out my lips and he kissed my mouth with intense passion. His tongue probed my lips and they parted to let his hot wet tongue into my eager mouth. We kissed long and deep and Simon made excited little noises in his throat. For three or four minutes, Simon’s body thrust against mine from thighs to joined lips.

Pressing myself against his groin I slid my hand down in between us so I could feel his cock stiffen against my hand. I cupped my hands and held his cock and balls through his slacks, sliding my other hand down the back under the waistband. I ran my fingers over his arse cheeks, sliding my finger up through the crack in his arse.

I pulled down his jeans to see his cock before springing out. I slid my hands up the inside of his thighs, kneeling down and kissed my way up from his knees. I could smell his musky groin and then slowly licked his balls.

I reached the bottom of his helmet and nibbled on his foreskin, sliding my tongue over his helmet.

I took his cock deep into my mouth as I slid my finger back up into his arse. Then I flipped him over onto his stomach and placed my face on his back. I breathed in the smells of his hot, sweaty skin. I moved my face up and down his back until I had worked my way into his arse crack. It had the same musky taste and smell as his sweaty ball- sack. The taste was delicious. My tongue eased along his trench until every molecule of man-musk had been slurped away.

I found his butt hole and drilled my tongue in as far as it would go.

Simon pushed back trying for more and more – his cock was dripping all over my hand as I held it, squeezing it as his arse wrapped itself around my tongue.

Then I flipped him back again and eagerly pushed his legs over my shoulders and pushed back so I could stroke my cock up and down his arse crack.

“Fuck me,” he pleaded.

I smeared my cock in both our pre-cum and gently eased it into his twitching hole. He tensed a little then relaxed as my cock slid all the way deep into him. I could feel his muscles tensing around my shaft and I knew I had to concentrate else his pulsating hole would make me cum too quickly. I eased my cock out a little then back in again. He let out a sigh before grabbing his cock and wanking himself. He was writhing around as I repeatedly slid my cock deeper and deeper still. My balls were slapping against his arse now and I could tell he was fit to shoot.

After a few final thrusts, I withdrew and let his legs fall flat to the bed. Pouncing on top of him, I grabbed both our cocks together in my hands so our pre-cum mixed together and I could feel his balls rubbing on mine.

I pulled us back together faster and faster until we both came together over his stomach and he rolled over onto me and slid himself on top.

We slid around in the cum until we got hard again whilst I slid my tongue into his ear and he rubbed and gyrated on top of me until we both spurted our semen again over him. Again I felt the heat of his cum and smelt the sweat coming from his body. We were both panting like a couple of mating dogs. Covered in sweat and puddled with our combined loads of spunk.

“Where was it you wanted to get to” ? was all I could say in my exhaustion.

“Here was fine” , he grinned.

It was a burning hot Friday afternoon during the summer of 1995. The air conditioning in my office was fighting a losing battle, the sweat was pouring off me and my poor secretary looked so red in the face, I thought she might explode.

Still, summer has its plus points. The horny workmen in shorts, working topless with their muscles bulging, the local office workers stretching out in the park, and best of all, those gorgeous cycle couriers with their figure hugging lycra.

I was already dreaming of the weekend, but there was one more task to complete. I needed to send some documents over to our head office and wait until they came back. My secretary called for a courier, but just my luck I was on the phone when the package was collected, so I didn’t get to see him.

I decided to give my secretary a break and let her get off early for the weekend. She thanked me and was out of the office like a shot. I sat back and started to daydream. My hand went to my crotch and I began to grope myself. I was thinking about the fun I was going to have at the club that evening; my favourite stripper was performing and I was hoping for a spot of audience participation.

My dick started to pulse and thicken in my trousers filling out to its full eight inches. I adjusted it into a comfortable position, which resulted in my dick sticking straight up. The head poked out of the top of my briefs and the waistband pressed in tightly against the top of my shaft. I felt the first drop of pre cum form at the tip.

I was rudely awakened from my day dreaming by a buzz at the door. I walked across and opened it, only half aware that my hard-on would be clearly visible to the caller.

Standing there was a vision: six feet tall, blonde hair and such a body! He was dressed only in lycra shorts and a vest. His arms and shoulders were glistening with sweat and his vest clung to his chest so tightly.

“Your package… I mean packet “, he said, his eyes dropping to my crotch.

He looked at me with his piercing blue eyes and then smiled warmly. I was in a complete daze. I pulled myself together and asked him in.

I signed for my packet and then as he turned to leave, I quickly asked him if he would like a drink. He agreed and I got us both a coke.

As he walked across the room I had the perfect opportunity to examine his crotch. There was certainly a healthy bulge under that lycra, but from the look of it, I concluded that everything was well contained with a jockstrap or similar.

He sat down and took a swig of drink.

“I needed that”, he said. “I’m really hot today”.

We chatted for a while about stupid trivia and then he asked to use the toilet. I pointed him in the right direction, and when he returned, I glanced at his crotch and was amazed. He’d obviously taken the chance to rearrange himself, because through his lycra shorts I could now clearly see the outline of a fully erect cock.

Involuntarily, I let out a gasp.

He laughed and said “I thought you might be interested in my other package.

That’s why I took the opportunity to unwrap it a little.”

With that, he tossed a jockstrap onto his bag.

“Would you like to examine this package more closely”? He asked, groping his dick.

I stood up and walked around my desk and dropped to my knees in front of him. I leant forward slightly and inhaled deeply. There was a wonderful aroma of sweat. I licked my lips and ran my tongue across the lycra following the outline of his erection.

“Oh yeah, “he murmured” suck my prick through the lycra”.

I started to suck noisily, drawing pre cum through the material of his shorts.

Pushing my head away, he slowly stripped off. He pulled me to my feet and started unbuttoning my shirt, whilst I fumbled around undoing my trousers.

Soon I was completely naked with my wet dick sticking straight out. He was naked apart from his boots.

His body was completely hairless, he’d even shaved off all the hair around his cock and balls. I ran my hand across his chest, lightly pinching each nipple before moving down across a washboard stomach to my ultimate goal.

I grabbed the base of his dick and slowly stroked my hand forward. A drop of pre cum appeared and I leant forward and licked it away.

He lay down on the floor and pulled me down on top of him. He pushed his mouth against mine and his tongue snaked out and down my throat. We kissed passionately as his hands grabbed hold of my arse.

Our sweaty bodies slid easily across each other as I wormed myself around into the classic 69 position and plunged my head down, swallowing his dick.

“Can I fuck you”? He whispered.

He told me to stand up and lean over my desk. He quickly retrieved a condom and some lube from his bag and then knelt down behind me and started to lick the crack of my arse.

He pulled the cheeks apart and his tongue darted into my manhole. He started to alternately finger and tongue it, opening me up ready for his cock. I squirmed around, pushing my arse back against his tongue, trying to force it further up inside me.

After five minutes of this, the pleasure radiating from my arsehole was becoming unbearable.

“FUCK ME!” I shouted. “I need to feel your dick inside me”.

I lay back down on the floor, raised my legs up exposing my arse.

“Fuck me this way”, I said. “I want to be able to watch your face”.

He lowered himself to the floor and lined up his throbbing cock with my arsehole. He began to push gently. At first I felt nothing. Then my hole slowly opened and the head of his dick slipped inside.

I immediately clamped the muscles of my arse together and he let out a groan. Slowly, he buried his cock inside me until I felt his balls slap against my arse. He rested in that position and lowered his full weight onto my body. He looked me in the eyes and smiled. I leant up and began to kiss him.

After a few minutes, I began to push my arse up against him. He took the hint and began to slowly withdraw his cock and then slowly push back in again. He started a slow steady rhythm, moving from the hips, while kissing my face and nuzzling at my neck.

I started contracting my arse muscles in time with his thrusts; he picked up the pace a little and I started tugging at his nipples. His cock was massaging my prostrate and my cock began to leak a steady stream of pre cum, which collected on my stomach between us.

Finally, my balls started to rise up and I knew my climax was imminent. I gazed at his face, which had a look of intense concentration. Suddenly, cum erupted from my cock. My ejaculation caused my arse to close down even tighter around his cock and with a loud cry he came as well.

I could feel cum pulsing down his shaft and exploding from the end of his dick. There were at least six bursts and his whole body was shuddering with pleasure.

He hugged me tightly and said, “That was wonderful”!

I smiled and he withdrew his cock and removed the condom. I licked his cock clean and he nuzzled his face against my stomach and greedily licked up all my cum.

What a way to start the weekend!!