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  • Teacher and Teacher’s mom

    Teacher and Teacher’s mom

    I had an experience once with an older teacher. He was gay as can be and made his own clothes and they were always super bright and pretty much put it out there that he was gay and somewhat effeminate. But I had him for an English class. I had a hard-on for the guy. I wanted to make him my sex slave. I was always hard and ready to fuck anything that would let back then. But I figured that if I could talk my way into this guy’s life, I would be set for blowjobs anytime I wanted. You know how teens think, right? Anyway, I pretended I was having difficulty with an assignment. So I asked if he could spend a couple hours helping me after I got out of Football practice. And he pussy footed around for a day or two. I knew his mom too, she was a librarian at the middle school I used to go to. She had these huge, and I mean huge tits. She always wore a bra that made them look like Torpedoes. She was what I would call an ample woman. Heavy but not huge and her tits were probably a large reason that she looked that way. But she always wore these white blouses and you could ususally see her bra through the material when she took off her vest or jackets she tended to favor. Which was most of the time when she was in the library. I would go there just to fill my mind with her images so I could jack off at home or in the bathroom at the school. Every now and then I would kneel down and look under her desk and see that she wore girdles but the crotch would sometimes look wet. And I knew she’d caught me staring more than a few times and she never said anything so I would do it more and more often and she would spread her thighs and give me a view. She would touch my hands when I would go to her desk to check out whatever book I grabbed. We went to the same church too and she would sit next to me in church with her son and I would make sure our legs touched and we rubbed against each other a lot (Catholic Church) when we stood, sat, and kneeled. I had a raging hard on in church all the damn time. When it came time for communion she would walk past me to get to the aisle to recieve communion and I would rub my cock against her ass as she walked past me in the pew. Then her son would ease past me and I knew he saw me rub against her and he would just swoosh by me and I made sure to rub his ass too with my engorged cock and he would just look back at me with a kind of surprised look but I guess he thought better of it.
    Anyway, I talked him into letting me go to his house, at the time he lived with his mom. So I get there and walk in. I am so fucking horny and want his lips wrapped around my cock so bad that I really didn’t hesitate. I told him I was there so he could suck my cock. He got mad at first and I told him that I wasn’t going to take no for answer. I knew he was gay and I knew he liked cock and I had a cock and he was going to love it. He sad he and I would get in trouble if anyone ever found out and I told him not to worry because I would never dare tell anyone I was letting him suck my cock, I had a girlfriend and I had sex with her whenever I wanted but I really needed him to suck my cock and after that day he would do it whenever I wanted to get my cock sucked. He kept saying no and I finally just shoved him down on the couch, he was a smallish guy and I have always been a big guy and back then I was a jock so I controlled him with no problem. I stood in front of him and unzipped my pants and pulled his head towards my cock and he gave in and opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around my raging cock. It wasn’t going to take long for me to cum. I had been wanting this for a long time, I was rock hard and he was sucking me into his mouth and jacking me off into his mouth. He started licking and sucking my balls and I leaned my head back and heard a scream. It was his mom. She walked in on her son sucking my cock in their living room. He yanked back and almost ripped my cock off. I doubled over in pain and fell to my knees. I was bare assed on my knees and he was on his back on the couch and she was standing over me like an English school marm. I swear to god she could have slapped the shit out of me and I would not have lost my hard-on. I was so fucking turned on with the situation. It scared him that I was still hard because he looked at my cock and at her and back at me and tried to scoot away. She slapped him and pulled me up. She stared into my eyes and said that I should be ashamed of myself for getting into this situation with her son. I told her that I made him do it. I forced myself on him and it turned me on that she caught us. I pulled her by her arm and kissed her and grabbed her huge tits. He tried to slink away and I shoved hime back down and told him to sit there and not move. I told her that I knew she wanted me to have sex with her ever since I was in junior high when she would let me stare at her pussy under her desk. She looked shocked and he looked even more shocked. I told both of them that I had the leverage and if they didn’t want to go to jail for what we had done then I got to say what would happen from then on. I told him that he would give me blowjobs whenever I wanted, I would get a key to the backdoor of the house, and she would let me do whatever I wanted with her whenever I wanted because I had a huge crush on her and the thought of fucking a mother and her son in the same house was too good to pass up. So I grabbed her tits again and kept kissing her and feeling her pussy and I shoved my cock back in her sons mouth. I told him to finish what he started and then he would lick me clean and get me hard again so I could fuck his moms tits until I came on them and then we would both lick them clean. Neither one of them liked it that first time because it was such a taboo and a sin and all that. But we got to where we all looked forward to our get togethers when I would sneak in late at night on the weekends and we would have our little 3somes I talked him into fucking his mom once. That didn’t really last long, he couldn’t keep his cock hard long enought to really fuck her, even with me playing with his balls and guiding his cock in and out of her pussy. She liked it, her pussy was always wet. ALWAYS wet!!! I knew she was a freak when I saw her girdles get wet spots back in Junion High. As I learned that it didn’t take much to get her horny and wet. Once she was wet she would do anything. She had a vibrator that I made her use on me while her son sucked my cock. She liked watching me fuck him while she played with his nipples and sucked on them from underneath him. He was not into that at all but he had no choice than to just let it happen. He became our sex slave and would suck my balls while I fucked his mom. We made him do so many things. To this day when I see him he expects me to pat him on the ass when we are close to each other and no one else is around. He will rub my cock and put his arms around me. I still let him suck my cock, his mom passed away while I was in the Army. But now I fuck him and some of his boyfriends when they visit him. He’s a professor at Ball State University in Muncie, IN. So he gets to play with young and old students whenever he wants and I still have a key to the backdoor of his house. So I walk in on him and a student or other professor or TA from time to time and make them suck and fuck me however I want. Unfortunately, I don’t get to get away as much as I’d like because my wife does not get into that kind of thing at all!!! The only reason I’m still married is the grandkids. I don’t want to make them suffer through a divorce. We separated for a year once and they could not stand her that whole time. So I have to play on the side just to save the family. But I get out when I need to and do what I want.


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  • Hung MexiCuz

    My cousin Raul and his brothers went on some small getaway so I offered to look after his place until he returned.

    Here I was in his apartment on the second day. He was set to return sometime tomorrow. I didn’t want to be nosy, but boredom got the best of me and I decided to look around.

    My name is Adan I had just turned 22 years old. Raul, who was actually my second cousin, was probably around 35 years old. He has three other brothers, two older and one younger.

    It felt weird to admit it, but he was kind of hot. I mean everyone has a hot cousin, right?

    His place only had one room so I slept in his bed. I had a crazy sex dream last night. It involved him having sex with some unknown woman on his bed. I woke up with the hardest morning wood because of it.

    I entered his room. On the opposite wall to the left was the window. In the middle was the bed. On the right side of the room was a door for the small closet and a large full body mirror. A dresser was on the same wall as the door.

    I looked around and started opening some drawers. I stopped when I found his underwear. It looked like he mostly wore boxer briefs. I found a few pairs of white briefs, too. This made me instantly hard.

    I took off my shorts and put on the briefs. They were a little big on me, but my hard dick kept them in place.

    I rubbed myself through the briefs, imagining Raul wearing them. I bet his dick and balls filed them out perfectly. I thought about the length of his dick and about how thick he might be. Was he hairy or did he trim or was he completely hairless?

    I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and looked away. I quickly took off the briefs and put them back. What was I thinking? How could I feel this turned on about my own cousin?

    I looked down at my rock hard dick. I was leaking precum like crazy. I needed to cool off.

    I heard the sound of the front door. Had I left the door unlocked or was Raul home early?

    I quickly put my shorts back on and attempted to think of something else to bring my hard on down.

    I went to the living room and found Raul setting his stuff down.

    “Hey Adan. How did it go?”

    “It was good. I was able to catch up on a lot of my shows.”

    “That’s good. Hopefully you weren’t too bored. Bruno wasn’t feeling good so we cut the trip a little short,” he said. Bruno being the oldest brother.

    After a couple hours of catching up, I noticed it was getting late.

    “I should let you settle down and get some sleep, I’m sure you’re exhausted,” I said.

    “It is getting late, but you don’t have to leave. Stay another night, I mean you did plan for another day here. I can take the couch.”

    Raul walked to his room and I followed closely behind. He was wearing a white tank top and baggy black shorts.

    I stared at the floor as he looked through his closet, probably for a spare blanket. ‘Should I take the chance to ask?’ I thought to myself.

    I gathered up the courage and said, “We could both share the bed. I mean, it’s plenty big enough. That way you don’t have to sleep on a hard couch after coming back from vacation.”

    Raul turned around and looked at me, he seemed to be contemplating the idea. He smiled and responded, “Yeah, I think that would be okay, if you’re fine with it.”

    I tried to hide my excitement and simply said, “Cool.”

    I went under the blanket as Raul turned off the lights. The window blinds were halfway open which allowed the moon’s light in.

    Raul went to the left side of the bed and got under the covers, too. We laid there in silence. I wasn’t sure if it was just me or not, but I felt some form of tension. It was probably just me.

    “Hey Alan, thanks for watching after my place. I really owe you one,” Raul said.

    “No problem. I would be glad to do it again any time.”

    “Are you hot? I feel like it’s kind of hot, no?” Raul asked in a way that he wasn’t really looking for a response. He got up and opened the window just a bit to allow some air to circulate. When he returned to the bed, he didn’t pull the covers over himself.

    There was no conversation, just silence. I tried my best to sleep, but my head was too full of thoughts and my body felt chilly. It wasn’t from the window as it actually was hot. But for some reason, any time I felt sexual tension, I got cold. My body would shiver as it anticipated something to happen, even if nothing actually happened.

    I was turned facing away from Raul when I felt him get up. I peeked out and caught a glimpse of him leaving the room. He must have gone to the bathroom. I heard a flush a minute later that confirmed my suspicion.

    He entered the room but I didn’t feel him get back into bed. I opened one eye and spotted him in the mirror’s reflection. He stood by the bed, not moving. A second later he took off his shorts to reveal a pair of white briefs.

    It was either the light playing tricks on me, but it appeared that his bulge stuck out more than it should. He must have been semi hard or fully hard. Night wood happens just as much as morning wood.

    I felt Raul get back in bed. Again, I did not feel him place the blanket over himself.

    I couldn’t tell how much time had passed, but it felt like hours. I turned so that I was laying on my back. This gave me the opportunity to glance over at Raul.

    Low and behold, he was hard, or at the least, chubbed up.

    It appeared that his dick was tucked down the middle which was why his briefs tented up so much. I stared at his bulge without a care in the world.

    His dick started to slip to the left. Raul reached down to adjust himself. It must have been a reflex because it was quick and he turned his head to the right, away from me.

    I wanted to touch it. I was so close and all I wanted to do was touch it. Grab it. Stroke it. I wished it was hotter so Raul had no choice but to take off his briefs, too.

    “Raul,” I whispered out. No response.

    “Raul,” I tried again and moved my hand from underneath the covers. Still nothing.

    I moved my hand closer to Raul, near his bulge. “Raul.”

    “Raul,” I whispered ever so quietly as I lightly poked his bulge.

    If he woke up and got mad, I could easily cover up by saying I meant to poke his side to get his attention or that I moved in my sleep.

    “Raul,” I said once more and pushed my finger into his bulge some more. I felt it twitch and Raul slowly looked over to me. He answered in a subdued voice asking, “What happened?”

    I panicked and said, “I’m thirsty.”

    Raul rubbed his eyes and propped himself up. “Let me bring you some water.” Before I could protest, he was already up and out of the room.

    I had another stupid idea. I pulled the covers off and took my shorts off leaving me in my black boxer briefs. I laid back down and waited for him to return.

    Raul returned with a glass of water. He stood near the doorway and asked, “Should I turn the lights on?”

    “No, I can see with the light from the window.”

    Raul went to my side of the bed and gave me the glass of water. He watched as I drank some of it. From the corner of my eye I could tell he was still hard. His dick was running across the left side of his briefs.

    He was thick. His dick barely contained within the small amount of fabric on the side of his leg.

    “It’s hot,” I commented.

    “You’re telling me.” Raul let me be and walked over to his side of the bed. He took off his tank top revealing his well defined pecs and hard abs.

    I set the cup down and arranged myself so that I could see Raul’s body more closely. This man worked out and kept in shape. If I could have my way, I would be running my hands all over him. A rush of guilt hit me. What was I saying?

    “Can’t sleep,” Raul said. He sat up slightly. It made his pecs stand out more and those abs were looking quite lickable.

    “Yeah, it is hot,” I replied. I followed his move and also laid back against the pillow. Unlike Raul’s white briefs, my black boxer briefs hid my erection well. But I wished it was another color so I could show off my bulge.

    “You know, I usually sleep nude.” Raul said this with hesitation.

    I went with it. “Probably helps cool them off.”

    “Them? Oooh, haha! You’re funny.” Raul laughed and added, “These bad boys definitely need to break free every so often.” Raul cupped his balls. He took his hand away but kept it close.

    I looked over to his face. He was looking at his crotch.

    I gulped. “I don’t know how you manage to hold all that in.”

    Raul turned to face me. I stared back. He said, “They do get a little tight sometimes.”

    I didn’t respond and just kept staring at him.

    Raul looked away to look down at his bulge, then back to me. There was a glimmer in his eye that looked like desire. His mouth opened slightly, almost like he wanted to ask something.

    “You should let them out,” I said.

    Raul’s face expressed surprised. He hesitated, but must have felt some level of comfort.

    “I should, huh.” Using both hands, Raul very slowly pulled his briefs down. His dick was big and thick. It stuck slightly up and to the left.

    “Wow,” was all I could say.

    Raul smirked shyly. “It’s alright.”

    “It’s big. A lot bigger than mine.”

    “Oh yeah?” This was more of an invitation from Raul for me to pull my underwear down, which I did.

    Like him, I too was uncut.

    “Nice. Guess I am bigger.” He chuckled.

    “And thicker.” That almost came out as a moan, but I did my best to hold my voice steady.

    Raul had started to slowly jerk himself off. It was very slow as he pulled his foreskin down to reveal his cock head for a few moments before hiding it away again.

    We both stroked our own dicks as we explored each other’s bodies using our eyes, all in total silence.

    “You precum, too?” Raul asked.

    “Yeah, sometimes a bit too much,” I said. I pulled my foreskin upward to squeeze out a decent amount of precum.

    “Damn, that is a lot.” Raul reached over and used his finger to pick the precum up. He looked at it then looked at me. He smiled then licked it off his finger.

    “Can’t let the protein go to waste.”

    I found the whole scene so hot and I was turned on more than I had ever been. I turned my body to the side towards him. My hand moved closer to his dick while my head did the same towards his face. “Can I?”

    Raul let his cock go as if to approve the request.

    My hand hovered above his dick. I move my fingers in the air in a teasing manner. His dick twitched, begging to be grabbed. I lightly placed my fingers around his dick. Raul moaned out softly. I slowly pulled his foreskin down. I looked over at Raul who was staring at me with pure ecstasy on his face.

    “It’s so big, I whispered near his ear.

    Raul licked his lips. He moved his eyes to my hand then back to me again. I understood.

    I began to stroke his dick at a decent pace. Raul laid there with his mouth partially open as he let out small moans here and there.

    As his breathing picked up, I stroked him faster. He moved his face closer to mine. He glanced down at my lips before closing his eyes.

    “I’m close,” he said.

    I jerked him off faster while he thrust his hips forward. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna!” Raul nuzzled his face into my shoulder as he shot 5 loads of cum onto his chest. Some of it had dripped down into his abs. The last few drops pooled up at his belly button.

    Raul was trying to catch his breath. He pulled back and laid against the pillow, his arm across his face.

    His beautiful body glowed in the moonlight. I wanted so badly to lick all that cum up.

    I jerked myself off as I stared at the marvel in front of me. My cousin Raul was hot as fuck and here he was completely naked and soaked in cum that I helped milk out from his big, thick, uncut Mexican cock.

    I shot about 6 loads onto my chest, almost passing out in the process. We laid there in silence again. I felt the same shame I had felt earlier. But I still managed to smile as I fell asleep.

    To be continued..


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  • Doctor of Green Heat and the Cling Wrap Trap

    The Doctor of Green Heat

    In a quiet side street near the stadium, where the smell of grass never quite fades, Dr. Paul Cook ran his small sports clinic. It was nothing fancy — just three rooms, old wooden floors, two tables for examination, a wall of jars filled with herbs and oils that caught the afternoon light like colored glass, and a shower and changing area. Athletes came here not just for treatment, but for a kind of calm that modern hospitals didn’t offer. Paul had learned long ago that pain was more than a broken tendon or a swollen muscle — it was often a memory that refused to fade.

    That morning the doctor planned to spend just two hours in the clinic to make time for a personal affair he couldn’t delay. So, as soon as he washed himself and prepared, he called in the first patient, Cyril, a rugby player with a shoulder that had taken too many hits. He was twenty-six, full of nervous strength and impatience. Paul warmed a clay pot of comfrey and pine resin, mixing it with steam until the scent filled the room — green, sharp, and forest-deep.

    “You always use plants, not injections?” Cyril asked, watching the doctor work.

    “I use what reminds the body what it can do,” Paul said simply. He wrapped the shoulder in linen, layer upon layer, until the young man’s breathing slowed. The heat pulled at the tension, and the resin seeped into the skin. Cyril fell silent. When he left, he moved more easily, almost suspicious of how light he felt.

    Next came Andy Shawl, a marathoner in his early thirties, with a face gray with exhaustion. His heart wasn’t what it used to be — viral myocarditis had left him half the man he remembered being.

    “I can’t run now, but I dream that I do,” Andy murmured as he sat down.

    Paul mixed hawthorn, motherwort, and mint, steeping them before laying the soaked cloths over the man’s chest. The herbal vapor rose like fog. Paul didn’t speak; he listened to the rhythm of Andy’s breath, the small coughs that interrupted it. By the time the wraps cooled, Andy’s eyes had cleared a little. “You’ll run again,” Paul said. “Not fast, but far.”

    The third visitor was Rory, a boxer who’d broken his hand three times and couldn’t bring himself to hit the bag anymore. He had the stance of someone who’d lived with pain too long. Paul applied a poultice of arnica, chamomile, and crushed juniper, bound with linen and beeswax.

    Rory looked down at his hand. “Feels strange. Warm. Like it’s waking up.”

    “That’s the blood remembering its route,” Paul replied. He taught him a few gentle exercises with a wooden ball. Rory left with his hand unwrapped but his shoulders straighter, as if he’d been given permission to start over.

    At the end of his short shift the last patient arrived — Ollie, a mountaineer recovering from pneumonia after a Himalayan climb. His lungs wheezed; the cold had bitten deep. Paul used thyme, eucalyptus, and a drop of fir oil, wrapping his chest tightly before laying hot stones across the bandages. The scent was almost medicinal, but behind it was the sweetness of sap.
    “You must miss the mountains,” Paul said.
    “I miss silence,” Ollie replied.
    Paul smiled faintly. “Then breathe it in here.”

    They sat quietly while the herbs worked. Outside, the noise from the street gradually grew louder. The doctor had to hurry, but he waited patiently until Ollie’s breathing steadied. When leaving, Ollie paused by the jars on the shelf, running a hand over the labels — gentian, yarrow, sage.

    “You heal with things that grow from the ground,” he said.

    “It’s where we come from,” Paul answered. “And what we return to when medicine forgets how to help us.”

    When the door finally closed after Ollie, the clinic was finally quiet. Paul glanced at the watch, then poured himself tea brewed from the remnants — a little comfrey, some mint. He thought of the four men and the different ways pain lived in them — blunt, silent, stubborn, or just tired. None of them would be cured by herbs alone, but each left with a trace of warmth, and that was sometimes enough.

    The shelves glowed faintly in the early sunlight. Outside, the morning smelled of pine and rain. Paul took a slow breath, feeling the ache in his own hands from years of work. He smiled to himself — every healer carried a small wound. The trick was to keep it open just enough to understand the pain of others.

    Now he had to hurry.  He glanced at the watch. This amount of waiting will do, he thought. It was time to make one more person happy.

    ***

    He hurried home through the gathering midday heat, his cock stirring to life with every step. The familiar ache of anticipation swelled in his groin. The tight jeans constricted him mercilessly, his dick hardening down the pant leg forming a thick tent.  Each stride was a delicious torment as his tight foreskin retreated and returned back onto his glans with every step.  He felt like moaning—right there, on the street—or jerking off his cockhead through the denim—right fucking there!—but the prize waiting for him made him just hit his bulge with a fist, like saying “Wait, you!”

    At the door to his condominium in a quiet side street, he fumbled with the keys with trembling fingers: now his horny impatience coursed through him like fire. He barely got inside before stripping in the hallway, shirt tossed aside, jeans kicked off in a heap, his clothes scattering in chaotic disarray across the worn floorboards.

    His dick sprang free, short and thick, hardening now straight forward from his thin frame, surrounded by a wild tuft of dark hair. The cockhead hid shyly under a thin foreskin, three prominent veins throbbed along the shaft, pulsing with the raw need that had built all morning.

    Pushing into the bedroom, he froze at the sight.  There was his prize: his boyfriend lay prone on the duvet, encased in shiny cling wrap from mouth to heels, the transparent film gleaming under the lamp like a second skin. A neat opening framed his flaccid dick—a small, dark worm nestled in ample foreskin, with the large balls under a clean-shaven pubis squished under the glossy layer of cling wrap.

    He crashed onto the bed beside him, the mattress dipping under his weight, and ran a possessive hand down the smooth, shining side, fingers tracing the plastic’s taut curve. Cupping the balls through a single layer of wrap, he felt their soft weight shift, and a teasing barrier made the touch all the more electric.

    Gently, he pulled on the sac, stretching the film, tugging with just enough firmness to elicit a muffled hum from beneath the gag of film, then leaned in to kiss the neck from behind. His teeth caught and bit off small pieces of cling wrap, peeling them away to bare the pulse point, where he latched on with hot, sucking kisses.

    His lover’s dick responded slowly, the small worm lengthening and thickening into a long, slim log, dark skin stretching into a pink shaft over a large, plum-colored glans that emerged shining like a ripening fruit, seemingly only reluctantly hard but unmistakably eager.

    With careful tugs, he peeled back the wrap at the neck, exposing a strip of skin to his eager tongue, lapping hungrily at the throbbing pulse point that made his boyfriend jump as if he felt a live wire. At the same time, the doctor’s free hand squeezed his boyfriend’s hardening cock feeling it twitch and firm further with each beat of his pulse.

    Shifting lower, he bit through the cling film over one nipple, and freed the flat disc to his mouth, sucking it deep with teeth grazing the hardening bud into a tight peak. His fingers then ventured to the slit in the film where he could feel his lover’s asshole, exploring the warm, yielding edge, tracing circles that made his boyfriend’s wrapped body quiver.

    Paul drizzled more lube from the nightstand over his fingers, the cool slickness gleaming in the sunlight, and slid one finger into the tight heat of the rear opening, curling it slowly to brush the prostate with feather-light precision. As he did that, his mouth trailed wet kisses down the wrapped abdomen, lips pressing against the shiny film, tasting faint sweat through the barrier.

    Adding a second finger, he scissored gently, stretching the velvet walls with patient twists that drew muffled whimpers from his lover’s gagged lips. His other hand finally wrapped around his boyfriend’s pale length to stroke it with reverent, upward pumps, thumb circling the plum head.

    He positioned himself behind, knees bracketing the wrapped thighs, aligning his thick, veined cock at his boyfriend’s rear entrance slick with lube. He pushed in inch by inch, and two loud groans—one of pain, the other of pleasure—echoed off the walls in a kind of primal harmony.

    Buried in his boyfriend all the way to the hairy base of his cock, the doctor began rocking in a steady rhythm, hips rolling like waves against the plastic-clad ass. One hand reached around to jerk the slim cock in perfect sync with his thrusts, the other tore more wrap to expose sweat-slick shoulders for hungry kisses.

    Soon Paul quickened the pace, hips snapping harder against the yielding curves, the thick veins of his shaft dragging delicious friction along inner walls of his lover’s ass with every plunge. Bites marked the newly bared back—sharp nips that bloomed red—and his lover’s body arched into the pleasant pain, muffled cries vibrating through the film.

    The climax hit like a crashing wave, his lover spilling first in hot, erratic spurts over his fist and the rumpled duvet, inner muscles clenching rhythmically around Paul’s invading thickness like a velvet fist. The spasms were relentless: every throb itched and tickled in every exact spot, until the doctor shattered too, groaning and spraying his hot seed deep inside.

    After a few minutes when the pleasure wave subsided, panting in the humid air, Paul eased out slowly, a trickle of cum seeping from the slit like pearly evidence of their union. Grabbing scissors from the nightstand, he snipped the wrap from mouth to heels in long, freeing strips, the plastic peeling away with soft, satisfying rips.

    “It can now move,” he rasped.

    His lover gasped in fresh air, lungs expanding as he turned, pulling him down into a fierce embrace, their sweat-slick skins sliding together in a lazy, boneless tangle of limbs and lingering heat. Laughter bubbled up, raw and relieved, breaking the tension like sunlight through clouds.

    “Morning, Mikey,” Paul said in a soft voice, covering his boyfriend’s face in kisses. “Man am I happy to see you! You are my angel.”

    “Morning, Paulie,” the boyfriend replied in an unexpectedly low voice. “I’ll get you some pancakes after we clean up.”

    They lay entwined on the rumpled duvet, Paul’s thick cock softening against Mikey’s slim dickie, now spent and nestled in the crook of his thigh. Paul’s hands traced idle patterns over the red welts from the wrap’s edges—faint ridges and pink love bites—each touch a quiet affirmation of their love in the gathering midday heat.

    Soft kisses dotted foreheads and cheeks, light as breaths. The afterglow wrapped them as snugly as the discarded film.

    Mikey slipped from the bed to fetch warm cloths from the bathroom, and the steam-scented fabric soothed their bodies as he wiped them both tenderly, lingering on sensitive spots—the flushed cocks, his still tender rear—and each touch led to contented sighs and lazy, half-lidded smiles. No rush, just care in the quiet ritual.

    Soon the smell of pancakes filled the room. Mikey was a great cook, and he had 20 more hours now until it lost its name (and its voice) again to the shimmering cling wrap.  Or ropes. Or scotch tape on the wall. Or a sack in the basement. Or—with Paul you never knew.


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  • Darks & Pales

    ≈ Ch. 5: MORAL QUALMS ≈

     

    ~ Confession ~

    Jason was walking back from Deimos’ bedroom to the Pales’ quarters. Time had flown at lightning speed, while staying with Deimos, and Jason didn’t realize how late it was. Eclipse was deserted at that late hour. The memory of Deimos ‘helping’ him living his first, scaring and shattering orgasm was vividly etched in his mind, and it warmed and chilled his heart in equal parts. He wasn’t entirely sure he hadn’t done anything wrong, letting Deimos masturbate him, or sucking Deimos and drinking his manly seed.

    He had doubts, but not regrets.

    While walking through the long underground corridors of Eclipse, Jason absentmindedly glanced at the paintings hanging from the walls at regular intervals and at the intersections. He knew those paintings since he was a child, and never paid them much attention: after all they were anything but interesting, as they were simple rectangular black slates of something with little white decorations in the middle; all the paintings looked alike, the same black slate, the same white small decorations.

    He was actually surprised at the obvious lack of imagination on Boba-Maiii’ end, for the way he decorated Eclipse with many identical paintings, when he first created the underground base, at the beginning of time…

    Glancing at one of those paintings, his mind registered something that made him stop and look better. He looked with great attention at the white decoration in the middle of the black slate and recognized them as symbols, like the ones he saw in the Tomes.

    At a second, more accurate inspection, he realized that they were the very same symbols carved at the bottom of each Altar.

    Jason was puzzled, and almost without thinking he uttered a tentative: “Laudon…?”

    The black slate instantly filled with a swirling mess of red lines that seemed to glow of their own inner light. Red light. Boba-Maiii was still angry!

    Jason immediately bent a knee and lowered his head almost to the floor, in sign of deep respect: “O almighty Boba-Maiii, forgive me, I didn’t want to annoy you with anything. I have nothing to ask you, forgive me for disturbing your peace…!”

    The red swirl disappeared, replaced by the usual black slate, with the white symbols in the middle. Jason took a deep breath and felt guilty: of course Boba-Maiii was furious, after what he did with Deimos, making him waste his seed, and doing the same himself! How could Boba-Maiii accept, or even understand, a sexual contact between two men?

    Jason stood up, ashamed and full of doubts, and headed to the Antechamber, hoping to find Archon, the Guardian. He felt his stomach growl, but going to the dining hall to get something to eat would’ve been useless, given that Boba-Maiii was angry and he would’ve never provided him with any food…

    He almost ran to the Antechamber and cautiously peeked inside. Archon was there, austere as usual, trying to decode an obscure Tome. When he saw Jason, he stood up with a hint of a smile: “Come on in, Jason! Why are you standing in the doorway, at this late hour?”

    Jason stepped in looking at the Guardian with wide eyes, as he was wearing something similar to his usual ankle-length tunic, but this one was definitely tighter on his hips and had a wide cut in the middle, leaving his midriff in plain sight. And his abs, despite his sixty-two years of age, were as ripped as Deimos’.

    “You… uhm… You’re in great physical shape…” – Jason cautiously commented, and Archon shot him an embarrassed grin: “Sorry for my utterly inappropriate attire. I was convinced that everyone was in bed, and this hour of the night. Since Boba-Maiii got angry, the temperature in Eclipse got much higher, and it’s quickly becoming hot as hell. I preferred to wear something cooler than my usual tunic.”

    “I’m not complaining, Archon, I’m actually in awe of your incredible physique: I couldn’t guess you were hiding… that under your tunic.”

    Archon chuckled, amused by the praise, but then shot an inquisitive glance at Jason: “Say… Do you have something to tell me?”

    Jason walked closer to Archon and stood in front of him, bowing his head: “I have something to confess, Guardian. I… wasted my seed.”

    Archon was not overly impressed by the revelation, as if he’d taken for granted that a virile young man as Jason couldn’t bear the sexual abstinence indefinitely. He shot a comforting smile and asked: “Did you masturbate?”

    “Oh, no, Guardian! I could never!” – Jason exclaimed, and Archon’s knowing grin didn’t fade: “And who was the lucky guy, then? Your roommate Stellan?”

    “I… I’m not going to tell, Guardian, forgive me. It’s not for me to reveal his name.”

    “You’re right, I shouldn’t have asked. After all, it’s irrelevant…”

    “Well, the entire ‘don’t waste your seed’ thing should be irrelevant, if you ask me!” – Jason bellowed, but immediately toned down his voice and meekly added: “Forgive me, Guardian.”

    Archon sat back on his chair, with a serious expression, and gestured to Jason to take a seat across the desk. “I’m interested. Please elaborate on that.”

    Jason took a deep breath and said, calmly but with a firm tone: “I’ve already told you about the… doubts lingering in my heart. Doubts about Boba-Maiii. And now, for the life of me, I can’t understand why Boba-Maiii forbids us Pales, who can never lay a woman, to restrain our most powerful instinct. And not for a week or a month: for our entire life! For the Darks, maybe, there could be a reason: after all, their seed is precious to breed our women… or better, our last woman… but why did Boba-Maii state that us Pales must live a miserable life of forced celibacy?”

    Archon stood in thoughtful silence for a few, never-ending moments, and then replied: “He didn’t.”

    ~ Boba-Maiii’s Law ~

    Jason’s mouth sagged open: “Boba-Maiii did not state that??”

    Another long pause, and then Archon said: “You were surprised that I chose you as my successor, despite your doubts about Boba-Maiii; but I actually chose you precisely for your doubts. That, incidentally, are my own, too. In part, at least.”

    Jason was too shocked to reply, and Archon went on: “How do you know what is stated in Boba-Maiii’s Law?”

    “Everyone knows what the Law forbids. We’ve been taught since we were kids. You taught us!”

    “Exactly, and I was taught by my mentor, the late Guardian Zoan; and he was taught by his mentor, and so on back to the beginning of time. We Guardians are men: we might misunderstand something, we might innocently add or forget a detail, or maybe we might… adapt the Law to the peculiar current situation of Eclipse. Our task as Guardians, and I’m including you, is to interpret the Law, trying to guess Boba-Maiii’s original and most genuine commandment, despite the involuntary additions or omissions of the former Guardians. Do you understand the implications?”

    “I… I think I do” – Jason breathed, still looking at Archon with wide eyes.

    “Well, then. Since one day you’ll be the Guardian, tell me: what do you think Boba-Maiii’s true commandment is, with regard to wasting a man’s seed?”

    Jason thought deeply about it and then said: “Since Boba-Maiii loves us and knows everything, I strongly believe that He doesn’t want us to suffer without any reason whatsoever. I’m sure He wanted us men to save our essence for our women… when there were enough women for us men to share our essence with. But the prohibition is implicitly lifted now that there’s only one woman left, Pearl, and she can only lie with the Darks.”

    Archon, for the first time since Jason entered the room, wore a happy, satisfied smile: “Excellent! I knew I’d chosen the right young man as my successor. I couldn’t have expressed it better. And I totally agree.”

    “So, are we Pales free to… waste our essence?” – Jason asked, with an expression that exuded surprise and excitement at the same time. Archon chuckled: “How eager are your young loins to waste some more seed! Well, is the prohibition lifted? Yes and no. As a Guardian, you can’t go around and shout: ‘Hey, Boba-Maiii’s law has changed!’. You just can’t, or people will ask you when and how Boba-Maiii talked to you; or worse, they will stop believing in Boba-Maiii’s law altogether, throwing Eclipse into chaos. As a Guardian, your task is to… nudge people in the right direction, making them understand that the Law is always the same, it never changes, but they’re not really breaking it, if they occasionally… waste their essence. I suggest starting with replacing ‘waste’ with a more appropriate and comforting ‘spread’. Men need to spread their seed, it’s bred in their bones. It’s natural, it’s normal, and Boba-Maiii would never forbid it.”

    “This conversation is… amazing” – Jason said with fervor – “Quite unsettling, I can’t deny it, but… amazing. I was feeling bad, I was feeling wrong, but now everything’s clear. But still, my heart is not at peace, yet…”

    “Is there more? By now you know you can tell me anything, without fearing my judgement.”

    “I fear my own judgement, Guardian, and Boba-Maiii’s. And yours, too, I’m afraid. You see… I think… uhm… I think I became an invo!”

    “An… ‘invo’?” – Archon asked, puzzled, and Jason blushed brightly: “An invo, an inverted, a man who finds pleasure lying with other men…”

    “What happened to the good old ‘gay’? You youngsters always come up with weird terms an old geezer like me can’t understand…!”

    “Invo is more like ‘faggot’, just to mention another ancient word” – Jason replied, ashamed – “It’s an insult, but an invo like me deserves to be insulted! I mean, I’m attracted to men, I can’t possibly deny it! When I look at Deimos, with his sculpted physique, I can barely restrain myself! I’m his Helper, and I should be… professional, but I’m not: I enjoy touching him, I enjoy seeing him writhe under my touch! I’m attracted to Deimos, and not only him. I’m attracted to Stellan, my roommate, with his chiseled chest and his innocent look, and to Aric, the janitor of the dining hall, so tall and confident! And since I lay my eyes on your ripped body, tonight, I’m… even attracted to you, Archon. Boba-Maiii help me!!”

    Jason was on the verge of crying, and Archon wanted to set a lighter tone to the conversation, so he chuckled: “It’s been many years since someone told me something like that, and I can only thank you for making me feel… younger. Younger and sexy!”

    Archon’s lighthearted tone had the desired effect and Jason relaxed a bit, but he still looked deeply ashamed. Despite Archon’s non-judgmental attitude, still Boba-Maiii couldn’t possibly condone in any way homosexuality. The Guardian easily guessed what Jason was thinking, and said: “You just interpreted Boba-Maiii’s commandment with exceptional clarity, but you missed the deep implications of what you just stated. Think about it. We said that, unless a man needs to generate an offspring with a woman, he’s allowed to spread his seed. What does that rule imply?”

    Jason, so masterfully nudged by Archon, had an epiphany, but was almost too scared to say it aloud: “It implies that a man… can spread his seed with another man! Homosexuality is not a crime!”

    Archon nodded in agreement and asked: “What about, now, that horrible word you used… ‘invo’?”

    Jason thought deeply about what to answer: “As Guardians we can’t just point our finger at those who stupidly use this derogatory term. We should rather educate people, gently making them understand that homosexuality is another face of love and sex, and it’s totally acceptable, as long as it’s consensual.”

    “I think I’ve never been prouder of any of my pupils…” – Archon commented, admired – “You’ll be an excellent Guardian, when Boba-Maiii brings me to Earth… if He ever wants to! Come here, young man, let me hug you!”

    Jason leapt to his feet, happy and -at long last- serene, and threw himself into Archon’s open arms. They hugged tight for a long moment, even a bit longer than a normal hug, and then Archon said into Jason’s ear: “Is that an erection I feel against my thigh?”

    Jason, without releasing him, replied with an urchin tone: “Is that an erection I feel against my groin?”

    “Damn…” – Archon chuckled – “I told you that you make me feel younger!”

    “But wait… are you an invo, too?” – Jason asked, surprised, but soon corrected himself: “No, I meant… ‘gay’! I know that now there’s only one woman left in Eclipse, but when you were young there were many women, and Pales could have sex with them!”

    “I did have my share of womanly love” – Archon admitted – “but do you think this is really relevant? Being gay is not something a man chooses to be, and it doesn’t happen only when there isn’t an available woman. Being gay is something we are born with, but it’s sometimes hard for us to acknowledge. Some gay men deny their homosexuality and force themselves to have sex only with women their entire life; others understand their inner desires late in their life, possibly in their silvery years… like me.”

    Archon took a deep breath and added: “Tonight, my dear Jason, not only you made me feel younger: you made me feel at peace with myself, and I heartily thank you for that. Now go, it’s very late and we must rest, as it’s been a long day. Boba-Maiii is still angry, and this isn’t going to make our lives any easier. Unfortunately, the Darks didn’t bring me any Stones: probably Deimos’ accident with the Gryx prevented them from digging around…”

    “Oh, no, Guardian!” – Jason beamed – “Deimos brought back a very big stone! I saw it in his room, I’ve been with him until late in the evening!”

    “So, it was Deimos the lucky guy…” – Archon noted with a knowing grin, pretending not to notice the beet-red blush suddenly inflaming Jason’s face – “Now go. Tomorrow we’ll hopefully soothe Boba-Maiii’s anger. I’ll bring you to the Sancta Sanctorum, you definitely earned it.”

    “I can’t wait!” – Jason exclaimed, overly happy, and then took his leave.

     

    ~ A roommate in need ~

    Jason walked to his bedroom with his feet barely touching the ground. The conversation with Archon had been enlightening, and he felt relieved and happy. But also tired, as it’d been a very long day. He tiptoed inside the dimly lit bedroom, unwilling to wake his roommate Stellan, took away his tunic and sneaked under the bedsheets.

    He tried to sleep, but he couldn’t: he was too excited! He turned sideways and looked at Stellan, soundly sleeping into his bed. How handsome he looked, peacefully sleeping, wearing his innocent, serene expression!

    The air was unusually hot, because Boba-Maiii was angry, and Stellan had pushed away the bedsheets, now barely covering his groin and one leg; the other leg was leaning out of the bed, with the foot on the cool floor, to get relief from the heat.

    Jason’s gaze moved from the foot to the sinewy calf, up to the powerful leg, the bulging glute pressed on the mattress, and further on, to the slim waist, the steely abs, the smooth chiseled chest slowly rising and falling, to finally end on Stellan’s handsome face. His blond hair, a bit ruffled by the pillow, added to his naive look: an almost childish face on an undeniably manly body.

    While sleeping, Stellan stirred a bit, uttering a brief groan. His usually serene expression was darkened by a strained grimace, jaw tight, brow furrowed. Was Stellan having a bad dream?

    The reason for Stellan’s distress was soon clear to Jason, when he noticed the bedsheets rising, under the irrepressible thrust of his friend’s stiffening manhood. Jason knew well: in daytime it was somewhat easier to keep their urges in check, but during the night the body strongly demanded for what was constantly denied to it.

    Jason watched for a while Stellan nervously roll in bed, uttering brief groans of desire; looking at his handsome face clouded by the sexual tension was heartbreaking. He didn’t deserve that. No man deserved that, but above all the innocent, loyal Stellan.

    It was utterly unfair, and Jason decided to act. Moving like a thief in the night, he got off his bed and crouched next to Stellan; with one hand, he pulled away Stellan’s bedsheets, ever so slowly, revealing his beautiful uncut cock, swelling high, straight as an arrow.

    With great caution, Jason curled his fingers around the stiff shaft, surprised to feel it so hot in his hand. He began massaging the hard dick, slowly at first, making the foreskin brush on the wide helmet, over and over. Still deep asleep, Stellan reacted wearing a joyful grin, spurring Jason to apply a greater pressure, while his thrusts became bolder. He circled the wide crown, clearly visible under the thin foreskin, and insisted on it, tightening his fingers around the sensitive ridge and eliciting more groans of pleasure from Stellan.

    Suddenly, Stellan’s alarmed whisper made Jason’s heart leap in his chest: “Jason…!!”

    Without stopping his hand, Jason turned to look at his friend, who was now fully awake and was looking back at him with wide eyes. Stellan instinctively reached out to Jason’s arm, but he didn’t hold his wrist, he held him by his bicep, as if he didn’t really want the sweet massage to stop: it rather seemed like he wanted to prevent Jason from running away.

    “I can’t stand seeing that grimace of pain on your handsome face…” – Jason explained with a sympathetic tone – “Let me help you…”

    “But… this is forbidden…!” – Stellan replied under his breath – “Boba-Maiii…”

    “Boba-Maiii knows what you need, what your body and mind crave, and he hates seeing you suffer. Trust me, I’m the Guardian’s successor, I know what I’m talking about. Relax. Embrace the pleasure…”

    Stellan was still unsure, but Jason’s hand slowly moving up and down his inflamed manhood was sending jolts of unknown pleasure across his spine, and he lay down on the bed; he seems fascinated by the sight of Jason’s fingers firmly brushing on his sensitive member, but now and then his eyes closed, won by the surges of pleasure radiating from his groin.

    Stellan’s voice sounded like a whine: “I don’t care if this is wrong… I’m not this strong…”

    “It’s not wrong, Stellan… How can such a beautiful feeling possibly be wrong?”

    Jason felt his heart thump in his chest, while slowly stroking Stellan’s dick. They were the same age, they grew up together, shared their childish fears and dreams, watched each other’s body transforming when they hit puberty, and only now Jason realized how deeply he’d always desired touching Stellan, his chiseled smooth body, his perfect cock, his plump balls…

    But there was more, that went deeper than the mere physical attraction: Jason always felt a deep connection with Stellan, they never judged each other, they understood each other at a glance; for years they shared the same sexual tension that could never find relief, and now that Jason had discovered the joy of the physical pleasure, he wanted his friend, too, to know that joy.

    Jason slowly climbed on the bed and lay down on his belly, between Stellan’s splayed legs. From his new position, he could better look at Stellan’s cock, at his pink glans coming out from its velvety lair and soon disappear again, hugged by the tight foreskin; and at the same time he could enjoy every silent gasp and every grin of pleasure appearing on Stellan’s handsome face.

    With his spare hand, Jason began massaging Stellan’s balls, rolling the plump gonads between his fingers and eliciting more surprised gasps and groans of pleasure. Without ever stopping the sensual massage on his friend’s stiff rod, Jason gently brushed his hand on Stellan’s thigh, pressed his palm on his groin and scratched his chiseled abs with his nails.

    “Ohh… It’s wonderful… Don’t stop… Don’t you ever stop…” – Stellan moaned, and Jason flashed a mischievous grin: “I’m not going to stop, I’m going even further…”

    The meaning of his words was perfectly clear to Stellan when Jason locked eyes with him and slowly lowered his mouth onto the throbbing cock. Stellan almost couldn’t breathe for the surprise and the tension: “You… You’re not going to… OHMYGOD!!!”

    Though having his mouth full of hot meat, Jason smiled, watching his friend’s priceless reaction, that spurred him to take more and more of the stiff rod, bobbing his head up and down with slow long thrusts. Every time the engorged head touched the back of Jason’s throat, Stellan groaned with irrepressible lust: nothing could’ve ever prepared him for such a sublime, intimate experience, and the powerful sensations radiating from his groin were clouding his mind.

     

    ~ Mind-blowing pleasure ~

    It was almost too much for Stellan’s inexperienced body, and Jason recoiled, to let him take a breath; his mouth moved down and sucked in Stellan’s almost hairless gonads, bathing them with saliva and tickling the wrinkled skin with the tip of his tongue. Stellan reacted by parting his legs more, and Jason instinctively grabbed his legs and lifted them, to get an easier access to his friend’s balls and perineum. But while kissing and lapping those intimate areas of his friend’s body, he glanced at his pink rosebud opening in front of his eyes.

    Jason had never kissed anyone’s hole, he’d never even thought it possible, but suddenly he found himself moving down, toward the odorous hole, tracing with his wet tongue the short path from the balls to the anus. Stellan didn’t expect that, and at the first touch of his friend’s tongue on his sensitive back door, he almost screamed: “What… OOOHHH!!! Boba-Maiii help me…! What are you doing… MMMHH!!! It’s insane…!”

    Jason felt exhilarated by his friend’s reaction and went on licking, tickling, lapping the wrinkled hole, until he gathered his courage and pushed his stiff tongue deep inside the tight hole. Feeling the tight anal ring press against his tongue, slowly giving way to the unexpected intrusion made Jason feel dizzy for the excitement. And his heart skipped a beat when Stellan haltingly asked: “Jason… will you… put a finger inside me?”

    Stellan was asking for it, and his plea was extremely explicit, but still Jason faltered: violating a man’s hole was something too extreme even for him, who had wiped away most of his own moral qualms. But Stellan didn’t relent: “Please… I do it sometimes, when I clean myself, but it’s just the tip of my finger… I want you to go deeper…”

    Though unsure, Jason pressed his middle finger on the quivering hole and gently pushed. He instantly realized that the friction of a dry finger on the tender hole wasn’t a good thing, so he brought his hand to his mouth and thoroughly bathed his finger with his saliva and tried again.

    The moment the fingertip forced open the tight passage, Jason expected Stellan to scream or protest, but he saw his friend roll his eyes back and groan for pleasure: “Deeper… Go deeper…”

    With his heart thumping hard, Jason pushed his finger further inside the warm hole, and kept pushing until his knuckles pressed on Stellan’s buttocks and the finger had disappeared inside him. He gyrated his finger a bit, and then began moving it back and forth, always checking Stellan for possible signs of distress; but his friend seemed in heaven, so Jason decided to add pleasure to pleasure, and took back Stellan’s cock into his mouth.

    Stellan muffled his moans, but the coupled sensations coming from his cock and ass were almost too much to bear. Jason paced up both the thrusts of his finger in and out Stellan’s fiery hole and the pushes of his head down the rock-hard member. With his spare hand he reached out to Stellan’s nipple and tickled it with his fingertip, making his friend go wild.

    It was more than clear that Stellan was about to explode, and Jason gave all he had to give: gathering all his strength, he pushed hard his mouth down, gulping Stellan’s manhood all the way down his throat.

    Stellan gasped loud and almost cried out: “Jason… Jason…! I feel something mounting inside me…! OOOHHH!!! It’s coming… Boba-Maiii help me, it’s coming!!! AAAARRGGHH!!!”

    Jason placed his open palm on Stellan’s chest, to calm him down, while a massive orgasm shattered Stellan’s inexperienced body down to its cells. Waves after waves of pleasure washed away Stellan’s mind, making his body buck hard and shiver. Jason felt the tight anal rings almost crush his middle finger, still planted deep inside his friend’s hole, and his mouth was flooded with gallons of warm seed, the very essence of his friend’s virility.

    Stellan couldn’t stop squirming and moaning loud, and Jason went on sucking and wiggling his finger, wishing his friend to experience the same wonderful, shattering joy of living the first orgasm he himself had discovered not long before.

    Eventually, the tsunami drifted away and Stellan stood still, panting hard, watching Jason with wide eyes. “It was… I have no words to describe it…” – Stellan breathed, and Jason recoiled, with obvious streaks of sperm seeping out of his smile: “No words can possibly describe the first time you feel that. I know first-hand. But did you enjoy it?”

    “Enjoy? It was much more than that! I felt like dying and at the same time I felt alive like never before! And above all, I felt so close to you, so intimate with you! We’re best friends, but I’ve never felt the two of us so close! I mean, I was inside you, and you were inside me…”

    Jason linked his fingers with Stellan’s: “I felt the same. For a long moment you and I were… one.”

    “Say…” – Stellan said with a doubtful tone – “What… uhm… What does a man’s essence taste like? Is it… err… good?”

    Jason flashed a sweet smile and moved closer to Stellan’s face: “Why don’t you find out yourself?”

    And he gave to his friend a deep kiss, sharing with him the remnants of the warm seed, still lingering in his mouth.

    After what seemed an eternity, they parted, and Stellan glanced behind Jason’s back, getting pale. Jason quickly turned around and gasped: “Aric! How long have you been watching us?”

    Aric, the muscular janitor of the dining hall, didn’t move and stood leaning with one shoulder to the doorframe, wearing a knowing grin. He was an icon of rough, unapologetic virility, with the few grey hair and wrinkles of his forty-one years, his untidy stubble and his eyes that exuded a natural, confident sensuality. His gruff, deep voice made warm shivers course the guys’ back: “I’ve been watching you long enough to see a miracle happening. Wipe those scared expressions from your beautiful faces, kids: I’m not angry. Quite the opposite, actually…” – he added, glancing down at his crotch. Both guys followed his gaze and saw an unmistakable erection bulging under the stretch skirt Aric always wore when working.

    “I know well what an orgasm feels” – he went on, moving closer to the bed – “and I’m sure you won’t be shocked if I tell you that I know because I occasionally give pleasure to myself. Yeah, yeah, Boba-Maiii’s law and all, but you know me, I’m not a scholar, all I know is my work, I don’t give a shit to these exo… esso… esoteric stuff. I jack off when I need to” – he concluded, massaging his own bulge – “and after you two made me horny as hell, I think I’ll go to my room and wank my meat good and proper.”

    Jason looked straight at Aric, trying to ignore his massive, incredibly hairy chest, and murmured: “Please don’t.”

    “I know you’re the Guardian’s pupil, now” – Aric replied, a bit pissed off – “But don’t waste your time trying to tell me what Boba-Maiii allows or forbids!”

    Jason stood in front of Aric, so close that he could feel the warmth of his manly body, and cautiously brushed his hand on his bulging cock, through the fabric of the skirt: “No, I mean don’t do it yourself. A man’s essence is meant to be shared with someone. I… I can help you, if you want…”

    Aric, for a brief moment, tilted his hips to meet Jason’s cautious hand, but soon stepped back: “No, kid. I saw both of you being born, it would be… weird. Yeah, you’re a young man, now, you’re no more a kid, but still…”

    An affectionate smile appeared on Jason’s face, but his smile hinted at something more primal underneath: “You’ve always been special to me, Aric. The thing is, overtime you become special to me in a… different way. When I was a kid your muscles meant protection, now they stir something… deeper inside me. Are you shocked?”

    “Ha ha ha! No, kid. ‘Flattered’ is the word. Fuck, look at what you’ve done…” – Aric said, glancing at his own cock twitching and jerking like a live animal under his skirt – “Thanks, kid, but no. But I heard you, ‘a man’s essence is meant to be shared’. I won’t jack off tonight, I’ll save my… essence until I can share it with someone, OK? Now sleep, both of you. No more stunts for tonight, is it understood?”

    “Yes sir!” – both guys replied, smiling, watching the brawny janitor swaggering away. Jason turned to Stellan and saw a thoughtful expression on his face: “What? Do you think I’m a bit… uhm… slutty? I mean, I still have your seed on my face and I touched Aric… there. I couldn’t help myself, I’ve always had a crush on him!”

    “Me too” – Stellan confessed, shyly – “And I couldn’t ever think bad of you. I was actually admiring how selfless you are: you’ve given me a mind-blowing pleasure, and you offered the same to Aric, but… no one thinks of you.”

    Jason looked down, at his own crotch, and sure enough, he was as hard as steel. But he smiled and moved back to his own bed: “Not tonight, you heard the boss. I’ll restrain myself, like I’ve done for years. But tomorrow I’ll have to find someone to share my essence with…”

    Stellan chuckled: “On a second thought… yeah, you’re a bit of a slut!”

    They muffled their laughter and slipped under the bedsheets. Aric was right: that night something had happened in that room, something that looked a lot like a miracle…

     

    -~~~≈≈≈ooOoo≈≈≈~~~-

     


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  • Camping Between A Couple and Friend

    Kent grabbed the last bag out of the back of his jeep at the edge of the camp ground, lugging the bulky 4-person dome tent bag up the half mile trail to their campsite. By now, sweat had started to build up along the hair on his chest and abdomen from the mild lingering heat of October in the Western North Carolina mountains. 

    “Hey babe, that’s the last of it.” He said to his 32 year old boyfriend, Javi, who he’d been dating for seven months.

    “Awesome, thanks babe!” Javi hopped up from where he sat with his close friend, Craig. 

    “Thanks Kent!” Craig flashed a smile from behind his full beard and chiseled jawline. 

    Kent gave a small mile back at Javi’s friend, “you got it, no problem.”

    This camping trip was partially an effort to find more time for Javi to introduce Craig and Kent. They’d met a few times in DC where they all lived, but Kent was ten years older than them and hadn’t felt as strong a need to bond with Javi’s friends. 

    Javi knew that Craig’s favorite activity was hiking and being off the grid, and figured pairing it with Kent’s love for fishing was a great opportunity for his new-ish boyfriend and close friend to get closer. What Craig didn’t know was that Javi and Kent had also agreed that if there was chemistry between all of them, there might be room in that four person tent for some fun later.

    “I’m going to set the tent up. Can you guys go find wood for a fire?” Kent asked, removing his shirt and wiping his brow. His pale, toned chest glistened with sweat, the layer of chest fur going down past his abs curling with moisture. 

    Javi and Craig made off into the woods. They were quite a way into the Appalachian mountains so there was no designated area for a fire or wood from a camp site organizer. 

    “How are things going with him?” Craig asked. He’d always been on guard for Javi. They’d hooked up off and on since college but had always agreed they were better as friends.

    “It’s been really nice. I needed someone who preferred reading a book with some wine over going out to a club.” He smiled and Craig rolled his eyes. “He’s also got some daddy energy that I needed in my life…” he said with a wink.

    “I can’t see him being outgoing enough to carry daddy energy.” Craig grinned.

    “My lips are sealed!” Javi beamed.

    “Ha. I’m glad you found someone as lame as you,” Craig shook his head, “he seems nice. Happy for you two.” 

    Javi jerked and smacked his own leg, feeling a big nip him, “ugh this really isn’t my element being out here, I don’t really get the allure…”

    “Come on man look at this!” He gestured to the tall trees and brush surrounding them in every direction.

    “Yeah it’s nice but my parents worked their asses off to get us a place with air conditioning and bed. And here I am repaying them by voluntarily slugging it in the middle of the woods!”

    Craig shrugged, “that’s kinda the dream isn’t it? To get to a point that you voluntarily detach from life’s comforts!”

    They laughed and Craig continued, “how are your parents by the way?”

    “Good. They’re back in Mexico seeing my aunts and uncles for a few months.”

    “Cool. I miss them, haven’t seen ‘em in years.”

    Javi smiled back, feeling nostalgic about how their lives since college always brought them back together, no matter how many times they’d each moved to different cities.

    They’d reached a clearing with two large fallen trees when Craig signaled that they could find the firewood they needed here.

    Cedar and honeysuckle wafted through the air and into their senses. Javi took a deep breath and admired the serene feeling of the nature around them. Craig pointed to a section by the nearest tree, its bark peeling back like parchment, revealing weathered, grey wood beneath. 

    “Looks like it’s been down a while,” he murmured, kneeling to test a loose branch. It snapped cleanly, a crack echoing out in the deserted woods. “Perfect. Dry as a bone.”

    While he left Javi to break off portions of the larger wood, Craig drifted around the clearing, his eyes scanning for smaller kindling like twigs and shards of bark that had been shed over time.

    Craig felt fulfilled by the labor of the task at hand, the only sounds the rustle of leaves, the occasional snap of breaking wood, and the birds chirping overhead.

    “Good call,” Javi said, straightening up with a full heaping of heavy wood. 

    Craig nodded, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow. “This is definitely enough for one night, let’s get back to your man.”

    They returned to find the camp fully set up. The large tent was in place and secured to the ground. Dry food was layered in bear canisters hanging from a nearby tree and a stone fire pit was ready for the wood the guys had brought back.

    Kent trodded around, running through his mental checklist and bent over, the tattoos on his right arm and the side of his abdomen squeezing together less taut than when he got them almost twenty years ago.

    “Thanks boys.” Kent said, his eyes holding a glint of approval at the sight of Javi’s substantial load of wood. “Thought I’d have to send out a search party.”

    Craig let the wood clatter to the ground with a thud. “I was able to get your man to actually enjoy the outdoors a bit.”

    Javi chuckled, stretching his arms over his head. “Well now I need a nap from all that exploring.” He removed his tank top, revealing a hairless, deeply tan upper body that was slim but tone. His smooth chest contrasted his full beard and wavy thick hair. 

    “I’m going to go try to catch us some dinner in the lake so go ahead and rest up for a bit,” Kent grabbed his fishing rod.

    Javi looked to Craig and made a signaling motion with his head.

    Craig’s eyes flashed open as the suggestion registered for him, “KENT!” He shouted a little too loudly, “uhh mind if I join you? Show me how to fish a little?” Javi was satisfied by the prospect of his friend and boyfriend having some bonding time.

    “Sure. Grab some water and meet me down by the lake.”

    Kent spent some time showing Craig how to hook the bait onto his line and the best way to cast in the relatively shallow depths of the lake. They’d specifically picked this camping spot because of the Bass and Trout that roamed the region’s waters. 

    After an hour of intense focus on the fishing aspects, they settled into a rhythm.

    Craig glanced his eye at Kent buzzed hair, the like in the front slightly receding. His vision traced downward and over his worn muscle and curly chest hair and admired the stoic strength that he radiated.

    “What are the tattoos on your arm?” Craig nudged his head in Kent’s direction.

    “A bunch of different things.” Kent looked down, studying his own arm, “some of family I’ve lost and some from blacked out nights in college 20ish years ago.”

    Kent in turn checked out his partner’s college friend. He noticed Craig’s beard and rigid jawline. Craig possessed stronger muscles than Javi and his body reminded Kent of his own in his early 30s with its toned physique under a layer of fur on his chest. He saw a masculine handsomeness in Craig that matched the outdoorsy aesthetic he put off. 

    “So you can Javi go pretty far back?” Kent asked.

    “Yeah since freshman year of college. Been friends for a long time.”

    “You two ever date?” Kent questioned, even though he already knew the answer.

    “No sir! Just friends!” Craig laughed with a deep tone in his voice. 

    Kent smirked, “just friends?” The way he said it revealed to Craig that he knew about their past hook ups.

    “Well you know. One thing’s led to another a few times but I’m no threat to you guys.”

    Kent laughed and smiled, fully confident in their relationship, “I’m glad you were able to join us.” He was warm and almost fatherly in how he said it.

    “Here we go!” Kent suddenly felt a bite on his line. Craig dropped his rod and ran over, taking in the sight of their dinner coming in for the catch. Kent easily reeled in a largemouth bass that could easily feed them for the night, the two sweaty men clasping in a half embrace at their victory.

    Kent could feel the moisture on their respective chests mix together, the salty aroma of their strength mixing with the wafting of pine cones over the lake.

    They made their way back to the camp site and freshened up. Javi sat with Kent while he prepared and cooked the fish, alongside some other vegetables and rice he’d brought.

    After dinner, they sat around the fire over a few drinks as the evening turned to night. All three of their calm demeanors blended into easy conversation. 

    “Should we retire to the tent?” Javi asked Kent who nodded.

    “Do you guys need…uhh…any time before I come in for bed?” Craig asked, poking at the fire. 

    “Yeah we’ll grab you in a bit.” Kent quickly responded to a puzzled look on Javi’s face. They made their way into the tent and zipped it close.

    “What’s that about? Did things go badly out fishing?” Javi asked.

    “Not at all, I like him. We should play with him if you still want to?” Kent held his easy, calm smile.

    “Yeah! Why’d you leave him out there then?”

    “Let’s make him sweat a bit. Let him hear us and get wound up…” Kent bit his lip.

    In the tent, Kent laid down, pulling Javi on top of him and loudly moaning into his boyfriend’s mouth as he wrestled his tongue into Javi’s mouth. Javi returned with moans of his own, letting himself be heard as Kent had suggested. 

    Javi, shirtless and straddling him, ground down against his boyfriend’s bulge in his shorts. Kent reached behind him and slid his shorts and underwear down just enough in the back to get a handful of his tan, furry, lean ass. He gave it a loud smack, letting it ring out beyond the confines of their tent. 

    Slipping his own shorts down, Kent’s 7.5 inch (19 cm) cut dick sprang free, pointing upward from its short pubic hair and aiming up at Javi’s hole. 

    Kent pulled his shorts fully off, now laying down naked, “Finish getting undressed. I’ll be back.” He sat up and crawled on his knees towards the entrance to the tent. 

    Javi gave Kent’s hairy, pale, ass a loud WHACK on his way out before fully taking his clothes off. He watched Kent’s muscular back move in the tent and reached down to slowly work his 6 uncut inches (15cm).

    Kent carefully zipped down the entrance to the tent just enough to peak his head out. He saw a clear view under the moonlight of Craig with his cock in his hands, pumping his meat, while he sat against a tree four or five feet away. 

    “Hey there.” Kent said, startling him.

    Craig panicked and yanked his shorts up, “sorry!” 

    Kent smiled, “come in here.” He turned and went back into the tent, leaving it open and rightly assuming that the brief invitation was enough.

    Craig appeared in the opening to the tent, his view being Kent laying on his back and caressing Javi’s slim brown back and ass, as the younger guy straddled his older boyfriend. Underneath of Javi’s ass, a butt he knew well from past experience, sat a huge pale cut cock above a jungle-hairy taint in between Kent’s legs. 

    “Come suck daddy’s dick…” Javi moaned.

    Craig smiled and shook his head in disbelief before moving down under Javi’s ass to where Kent’s huge dick was pointing upward. Craig skipped his own shorts fully off now, letting his 6.5 inches (17cm) be free.

    He leaned around Javi’s back to make eye contact with Kent, “can I?”

    “Yeah be a good boy. Suck my dick.” Kent commanded. Craig was surprised by the sudden shift in tone and now knew what Javi had alluded to earlier in the night.

    Craig moved down to lay on his stomach and took Kent’s cock into his mouth, tasting the musk of the day and lapping the built up sweat around the glans.

    The rough texture of Craig’s beard scraped against Kent’s pale inner thigh as he worked. 

    Above him, Javi shifted, his smooth, tan stomach muscles tightening with each soft moan that escaped his lips. Kent’s hand, which had been resting on Javi’s ass, moved to the back of Craig’s head, fingers tangling in his hair. It wasn’t a rough grip, but it was firm, a gesture of ownership and control.

    “Suck daddy’s dick,” Kent’s voice was a low rumble that vibrated from his chest, through his cock, and straight into Craig’s mouth.

    Craig humped his hips in time with his throat, his own hard dick pressing against the sleeping bag beneath him. He could hear Javi start to breathe faster, so he reached up to massage feel the furry Latino ass cheeks hear his head.

    “Kent,” Javi whispered, his voice shaky. “Let me have him for a second.”

    Kent’s fingers tightened slightly in Craig’s hair before releasing him. “Go on,” he commanded softly.

    Craig pushed himself up, his mouth slick. He met Javi’s gaze, seeing a warmth and excitement from his longtime friend there that mirrored his own. 

    Javi slid off Kent’s lap and knelt before Craig, their knees touching. He leaned in and captured Craig’s mouth in a deep, hungry kiss. It was a kiss Craig knew well, but it felt different now, imbued with the energy of the third man watching them. Javi’s tongue explored his mouth while his free hand went down to grip Craig’s dick, stroking it with a knowledgeable rhythm that made Craig’s back arch.

    From his position on the sleeping bags, Kent watched them, his own massive erection glistening in the dim moonlight filtering through the tent’s mesh window. His expression was unreadable, stoic yet intense, his eyes tracking every movement. He shifted, the crinkle of the sleeping bag drawing their attention.

    “Craig,” Kent said, his voice cutting through their private moment. “On your hands and knees. Face Javi.”

    The command was straightforward, leaving no room for argument. Not that Craig wanted to argue. A thrill shot through him, a heady mix of submission and anticipation. He obeyed instantly, turning around and getting into position. His hugely muscular and hairy ass was now the focal point of the tent. He looked over his shoulder, locking eyes with Kent. Kent gave a slow, predatory smile, his gaze dropping to Craig’s offered hole.

    Javi moved to kneel in front of Craig, resuming his kiss, his hands now roaming over Craig’s broad, hairy chest and stomach. 

    “You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” Javi murmured against his lips, before his hand once again found Craig’s cock, slicking it with spit and wrapping his hand firmly around the shaft.

    Behind him, Craig heard Kent rummaging for a moment before a cool, slick sensation touched his opening. He gasped into Javi’s mouth as Kent’s fingers, coated in lube, began to slowly, expertly press inside him. Craig was used to being in charge, to being the one doing the taking. This role reversal, being prepped and claimed so thoroughly, was undoing him. 

    Kent worked him open with confidence, two fingers becoming three, stretching him, making him ready.

    “You good?” Kent’s voice was a low growl right by his ear. Craig couldn’t manage a word, just a guttural moan as he nodded, his forehead pressed against Javi’s shoulder. 

    Javi held him steady, his strokes on Craig’s cock becoming faster, more urgent.

    “Good boy,” Kent said. “I’m going to fuck you while your friend makes you cum.”

    Kent pushed into Craig’s hole slowly. The thickness of him took him by surprise. Craig let out an involuntary deep moan, his body tensing for a moment before he forced himself to relax. Kent paused, letting him adjust before beginning to move. 

    It wasn’t a rough. Each thrust was deliberate, hitting a spot deep inside that sent shockwaves of pure pleasure through Craig’s entire body. 

    “He’s got more experience than us.” Javi smiled into Craig’s contorting mouth.

    Kent’s pale, toned torso was pressed against his back, the light hair on his chest scratching against Craig’s skin. One of Kent’s hands clamped down on his hip, holding him in place, while the other reached around to toy with his nipples.

    Javi, seeing the look on Craig’s face, flipped upside down and slid himself down to be able to take Craig’s cock fully into his warm, wet mouth. The combination was dizzying. The pressure and fullness from behind, the slick heat of Javi’s mouth in front, Kent’s hand on his hip —Craig was completely surrounded, overwhelmed by sensation.

    “Bend down and suck his dick too.” Kent commanded.

    “I…how…” Craig could only groan in between the rhythmic fucking his hole was taking. 

    Kent pushed him down from behind so that Javi and Craig were now in a 69 position with Craig on top. Except behind Craig where his hole would normally be wide open and exposed to the air, it instead was filled to the brim with a 7.5 inch cock.

    Craig felt ecstasy with a dick in his mouth, a dick in his ass, and a mouth on his dick. The wet sound of Javi’s sucking, the solid, rhythmic slap of Kent’s body against his ass, and the mingled moans of all three men. 

    Craig could feel his climax building, a tight knot coiling in his gut. He was close, so close.

    “Can I cum inside you?” Kent grunted, his pace quickening.

    “Yeah do it.” Craig panted.

    Seeing his friend and his lover connect in that moment of shared intensity pushed Javi over the edge. With a moan over Craig’s dick, Javi came, spilling his release into the back of Craig’s throat. 

    Tasting cum in his mouth was all he needed as Craig erupted. The position above Javi meant that his cock’s rocketing of seed was aided even further by gravity, as cum flowed like an avalanche down into Javi’s mouth. Javi struggled to swallow what he could, choking and feeling salty stickiness pour from the sides of his mouth.

    The overwhelming orgasm made Craig’s whole body shudder and caused him to clench tightly around Kent’s cock. It was the final trigger for Kent, who roared as he drove deep one last time, flooding Craig’s insides with his own hot release.

    Kent slowly withdrew, slumping down onto the sleeping bag and pulling a trembling Craig with him. Javi, a satisfied smile on his face, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and curled up on Craig’s other side, laying his head on his boyfriend’s sweaty, hairy chest.

    Kent’s arm came around both of them, pulling them into a mess of warm limbs and cooling sweat. The moonlight cast a soft glow over their three entangled bodies.

    “Let’s get to bed boys, we can pick this back up in the morning.” Kent rubbed their shoulders and the three of them slid down to drift to sleep.


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  • A Trifuckta of Gaycurious Poems

    Though I Am His Slave

    We both need this. My man knows.
    And when I suck his cock it shows.

    Whatever is his heart’s desire,
    Any act he might require,

    I provide whatever is his need.
    I want it too whatever is the deed.

    I do my part that corresponds to his.
    Whether, in the end, I give or take the jizz.

    What ever he wants is my desire too
    In our give and take of love that’s true.

    I am his slave, so helpless in our bond.
    Though my desire to serve is oh so strong.

    He knows this, so he doesn’t need to ask.
    What ever his need, I’m eager for the task!

    What his heart wants, mine wants too.
    He feels this and it prompts him what to do.

    It is my pleasure to heed my master’s call.
    I want nothing more than to give all!

    Willingly I follow when he takes the lead,
    So, though I am his slave, I’m free indeed!


    He Makes My Bell Ring!

    I had no idea how good it would feel.
    Though I thought I did, it was better still.

    Now I can’t live without it. I can’t live without my man
    Who gives me cock in mouth and butt, like only my man can.

    He’s such a steady lover, so sturdy and so strong.
    He pumps in me so perfectly, now I to him belong!

    How could I have known how perfect it would be
    To have his pumping penis so deep inside of me!

    Then cums that special moment, the climax of the thing
    When his cum erupts inside and he makes my bell ring!

    It is a wedding bell, a bell so sweetly chiming
    It starts to ring just as the oaths are pledged, such perfect timing!

    Now we are one forever, a couple from now on.
    By the action of his cock, to him now I belong!

    And I ring his bell too. He’s taught me in both ways.
    Our bell swings back and forth, through the nights and days!


    Bareback

    First one to ride you to the bell

    Then saddle-break you oh so well.

    No metaphor is perfect,
    a fact that’s plain to see.

    We’ve never used a condom.
    We just bareback fancy free!

    And it’s clear you love your rider
    As we’re rolling in the hay.

    We started riding bareback
    And that’s how it’s going to stay.

    So this is how I broke you
    With no saddle in the way.

    If someone offered us a condom,
    Your answer would be ‘nay.’

    And you took to it so readily
    Now, I ride you bareback steadily!

    (If we ever used a condom,
    It would be in kinky fun.

    Rubber to remind us,
    So much better when there’s none!)

  • Fucked by 3 Mystery Guys After Football

    I was finally able to get a good night’s sleep Friday after a crazy good blowjob and the promise that my secret was safe with Mr. Nash and Bradley. I still had to figure out what I was gonna do about talking to my best friend, and whether I’d admit to him that I like dick, but that was next week’s problem for now. Maybe the most surprising part of my rendezvous with Mr. Nash was his random request to help tutor one of his students. I stopped by to see him Monday after class to confirm the details of his ask.

    “Hey, Mr. Nash…” I waltzed my way to the front of the class and maintained a sheepish, cocky, grin. He may have been temporarily in command but we both knew who the luckier one was to have had our little affair.

    “Hello Jason. What can I help you with?” He kept a calm tone that I didn’t like. I wanted him to wear on his sleeve how badly I knew he wanted me after getting a taste of my dick.

    “Wanted to confirm the…uh…tutoring? This dude, Tucker?”

    “Yes?” He looked impatient with me, annoyed almost.

    “Right, so…I’m meeting him at his place after school. Why am I doing this again…?” History was by far my best subject but it wasn’t common for teachers to ask me of all people to help out their strugglers. I wasn’t one for being patient with others.

    “He asked for help. I gave him my three best students. Susie who is pretty quiet, Jane who is…well, nice but a little out there…and you. He likes football and probably asked me to link you two up since you’re both guys.”

    I nodded my head slowly, understanding. “Right…and I’m doing this for…what exactly? What’s in this for me…”

    He quickly glanced towards the door before returning his gaze to me, “you’d get…”

    I eagerly awaited to hear my prize.

    “…the satisfaction of doing something to help another person. Is that so bad?”

    I rolled my eyes and left the room.

    Our coach had given us the day off of practice Monday, as he usually did after we whooped on another team. This meant I was free to spend my only open afternoon of the school week helping some random dude with his homework.

    I pulled up outside of a two-story suburban cookie-cutter house; the kind that all the upper middle class families in our town had. I knew of Tucker from school because he was adjacent to some of the popular circles I ran with; but because I spent most of my time with my teammates, I wasn’t really ‘friends’ with any other guys in school. The few times we’d overlapped in classes since middle school, he’d seemed to be laid-back and easy going though; never a show-off or an annoying little shit.

    I pressed the doorbell and heard a chime echo inside. The door immediately swung open. And holy shit.

    Tucker leaned against the doorframe, four inches taller than me at around 6’2” (188cm) and with a heap of overgrown, dark brown hair and hazel colored eyes. He wore only a ratty old gray tank top that hung off his lean shoulders, revealing tan, cut biceps that were smaller than mine but still evidence that he was active day to day.

    I glazed down his tall frame and immediately made two mental notes. The first was that he wasn’t wearing anything on his feet. I guess it wasn’t that strange, since he was in his own house, but seeing this guy I’d only ever met in passing in the halls or class, be bare foot (and they looked pretty damn big) made him seem vulnerable in a way that turned me on. 

    The other thing I noticed were his tiny, tight athletic shorts that only came about halfway down his thighs. A layer of sexy hair frilled up between his knee and the bottom of his shorts and just a little higher up was the unmistakable outline of a huge package. I was pretty sure that he free balling and, by the look of it, his huge dick might flop out at any moment from his five inch-seam shorts.

    But more than anything, what got me was his smile. I wasn’t one to go for ‘adorable’ but his particular brand disarmed every ounce of toughness in my body. That smile pierced my soul.

    “Hey dude!” his eyes flickered in the sun and his voice sounded smoother and a little deeper than I’d expected. Maybe it had been a lot longer than I realized since we’d shared a class together because I never remembered him being this hot.

    “Uh…yeah…uh…Tucker?” I managed, my own voice sounding rougher than usual.

    “Yeah…Tucker…” he pointed to himself, “we’ve been going to school together for like seven years dude…come on in.” He stepped back, holding the door open. 

    I walked past him, feeling embarrassed and ridiculous to be here. I hated being out of my comfort zone and not being in control.

    “My room’s upstairs,” he said, leading the way. I followed, my eyes embarrassingly drawn to the flex of his calves as he took the stairs two at a time. Even free balling, his butt looked tiny in his shorts. Maybe he was a little slimmer than I first realized when he answered the door?

    His house was clean, albeit a little dated, and filled with family photos. 

    His mom shouted to us from somewhere down the hall “honey! Do you and your friend want any snacks?”

    “We’re good!” Tucker called back, laughing towards me as we climbed the stairs.

    His bedroom was smaller than mine, which was surprising given the decent size of the house. Clothes were folded and laid out across the top of his dresser as if he’d stopped mid-laundry and never put them away, and there was a guitar hanging on the wall next to a tiny desk. I decided to sit down in the office chair and throw my backpack onto the desk.

    “Alright,” I said, all business. “Mr. Nash said you were having trouble? I’ve never done tutoring before, but I’ll give this a shot. Where are we starting?”

    Tucker plopped down onto his bed and sat cross legged, his shorts pulling up even further now, revealing soft, pale legs. In this position, the outline of his penis was insane. It looked gigantic and now I wondered if he’d stuffed something fake into his shorts. I forced my eyes back to his face and I could tell that he was watching me with an amused little smirk.

    “Yeah I needed some help,” he said. “The 20s…Great Depression and stuff. I can’t keep it straight.”

    Something about him was throwing me off. “O…k. Let’s start there.” 

    I opened a study guide we’d used in my section of the same class last week. For the next twenty minutes, I tried to be the tutor, questioning him about key figures from the era, the politics of the time, and events that I knew would be on the next exam. And the weirdest thing happened: he knew all of it. And he didn’t just know it; he understood it all probably better than I even did. My confusion mounted with every correct answer.

    “Dude,” I finally said, closing my notes. “You don’t need a tutor. You probably know this shit better than I do. What the fuck are we doing, exactly?”

    He just shrugged, that easy-going smile playing on his lips. “I dunno. I guess I just learn better when someone’s walking me through it. Keeps me from getting distracted.” He grabbed a pillow and put it in his lap, leaning down with his elbows on it and looking positively adorable again. “You’re a really good communicator.”

    My brain short-circuited. Was he…flirting with me? I was fairly sure he’d dated one of our cheerleaders, and his vibe, overall, couldn’t have been more straight. This had to be in my head. Either that or…oh no. What if Bradley had told people about me?

    “Right,” I said, trying to sound unaffected. “Well, you seem to have it down. So…I can probably just head out…”

    “Nah, I need you…I mean, I need your help with this…”

    I cleared my throat and felt my heart rate picking up speed, “o…k…uhhh…with what?”

    “History, duh.” He grinned a huge smile that complemented his big, fluffy hair.

    I launched into an explanation of how the stock market had crashed, the way that the Depression’s effects spread west, and how, eventually, FDR had gotten the country past it. 

    The entire time, he seemed to be locked onto my every word, as if I were explaining the most interesting thing in the world. Tucker listened intently, his gaze never leaving my face. He’d nod, ask a question that was just a little too simple that forced me to elaborate; to keep talking. He was clearly drawing out my presence for no understandable reason. 

    Despite the thick layer of confusion and suspicion, I found myself enjoying it. His easy humor balanced my impatient, sometimes ruder, tone. His jokes about presidents or businesspeople of the time even got me to chuckle. After another hour that felt like minutes, the sun was beginning to set already.

    “Tucker, you’re gonna be fine for the test. I need to head out,” I said, starting to pack my bag.

    “Yeah,” he said, not moving from his bed. “This was really helpful. I learned a lot. Got out of it exactly what I needed.”

    I squinted my eyes at him, trying to read what I was missing. “If you say so,” I grunted, zipping up my backpack.

    “Hey, Jason?”

    I turned. He was looking up at me, his expression open and sincere, but with that same mischievous glint in his eyes that had been throwing me off all afternoon.

    “Same time, next Monday?” he asked.

    “Seriously? You really think you need more help?”

    “I really do…” he almost looked sad, or borderline pouty, saying it, playing up a frown on his face.

    “Uhh…okay fine,” I said, “as long as we win Friday, coach will give us the day off again.”

    A slow, sexy smile spread across his face. Fuck, I would’ve done anything to see what he had in this little shorts.

    “Cool,” he said softly. “I know you’ll win, so I’ll plan to see you then.”

    I walked out of his room and down the stairs, my mind verging on being a mess again. I was more confused than when I’d arrived. As I got into my truck, I could just barely make out his silhouette looking down at me from his bedroom window.

    After I got home, I took a quick shower and joined my parents for dinner.

    “How was tutoring, J?” My dad, a former division one football player, himself, asked me.

    “Good.” I always kept my answers simple with him. He intimidated me far more than any other man I’d ever met.

    “Good on you for getting another extracurricular on your resume. Make sure the college knows about it.”

    “Dad, Iowa already signed me, I don’t need to impress them anymore…”

    “Son, you never know if you’ll fuck something up the rest of this year. Knowing you, anything’s possible. Keep ‘em impressed with what you bring to the table.”

    “Okay…yessir…I will.” I put my head down and finished my dinner.

    Just as I went to get up, my phone vibrated. But it wasn’t the normal feeling from a text message. I recognized it from an app I hadn’t opened in over a week. I retreated up to my room before I dared to open my phone.

    Hello there mystery boy

    It was Mr. Nash’s profile.

    Me: Hey…

    Mr. Nash: How was your session?

    Me: Weird…he’s smart. There’s no way he needed me.

    Mr. Nash: Well his grades say otherwise lately, he bombed the latest quizzes

    Me: Weird.

    Was I supposed to flirt with him? To ask to meet up? To block his number?

    Mr. Nash: I talked to him about our conversation

    Me: Who? Tucker?!

    Mr. Nash: What? No, of course not! Who do you think…

    Oh, he obviously meant Bradley. I was so stupid and paranoid.

    Me: Oh. How much did you tell him…

    Mr. Nash: Enough…talk to him. He’ll forgive you

    I couldn’t help but wonder if ‘enough’ meant that he now knew I’d sucked off Mr. Nash…

    Me: How? I don’t know what to say

    Mr. Nash: Just be honest. And ask him to forgive you. Make sure your apology really ‘sticks’

    Me: Okay. How do I do that?

    Mr. Nash: Just see where it goes. I told him to keep an open mind 😉

    Was he…was he suggesting what I thought he was? About me and…Bradley?


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  • Escort

    The Void

    Civilian life had no rhythm.

    For the first time since high school, Kyle woke without a mission. No reveille, no orders, no boots thudding across concrete. Just the faint hum of a refrigerator motor and the smell of bleach mixed with old cigarettes. The blinds in his rented room trembled each time a bus went past, casting slow-moving stripes across the floor.

    He thought he’d miss the noise less than he did.

    The quiet stretched too wide, like the pause between heartbeats. Sometimes he caught himself standing at attention in front of the bathroom mirror, spine straight, jaw tight,  and then feeling ridiculous for it.

    He picked up work wherever he could: unloading freight at the warehouse, hauling debris for demolition crews, pushing a mop across tile floors in office buildings that always smelled faintly of lemon polish and loneliness.

    Each job followed the same pattern. The boss liked him at first. “Good worker,” they’d say. “Doesn’t complain. Shows up early.” The pay never matched the effort, but Kyle didn’t argue. He’d been trained out of that.

    When layoffs came, they came without warning ,  a clipboard, a shrug, maybe a handshake. Then came the silence again.

    He’d spend the following nights walking the edge of town, where the streetlights thinned out and the desert began. Trucks thundered down the highway like veins of light, disappearing into the dark. The sound soothed him, steady, predictable, distant. He told himself this drift was only temporary, just a phase before he figured out where to go next.

    But “next” never seemed to come.

    The producer found him outside a gas station in Albuquerque.

    Kyle was leaning against his truck, paper cup of coffee cooling in his hand, when a man in sunglasses stepped out of a silver sedan. Mid-forties, crisp polo shirt, too calm for the heat.

    “Have you ever done modeling?” the man asked, as if it were the most natural question in the world.

    Kyle snorted. “Are you kidding?”

    “Not the New York kind,” the man said smoothly. “Not the kind with women with their legs splayed open with a man ready to penetrate.  We do fitness modeling, occasional mild nudity You’ve got the build for it. I’m scouting for a studio that pays well. One weekend, maybe two. Easy money.”

    Kyle studied him over the rim of his cup. The guy’s tone was casual, but his eyes lingered too long.

    “I don’t think so,” Kyle said.

    “Think about it,” the man replied. “You don’t have to decide right now, and nobody back home will ever know.” He slid a business card across the hood of Kyle’s truck. No name, just a number.  “It’s easy money.”

    For a while, Kyle carried the card in his wallet without admitting to himself why.

    Rent came due. The warehouse hadn’t called him back. He ate instant noodles three nights in a row and counted coins at the gas station counter. Pride, he learned, had a shelf life.

    When he finally dialed the number, his voice barely sounded like his own.


    The studio was on the outskirts of the city, tucked between a shuttered strip mall and a billboard for car insurance. Inside, everything gleamed, tile floors, chrome fixtures, lights too bright to look at directly.

    No one used real names. The man who’d recruited him was there, all business now. “You’ll be fine,” he said, handing Kyle a bottle of water. “Just follow directions.”

    The lights were hot. The air smelled of cologne, sweat, dust.  The worst part was having the man with the high-pitched voice ooh and ahh as he applied Kyle’s makeup.

    “Just a little here.  You certainly don’t need much.”  The wink made him feel uncomfortable.  

    Most of the photos were shirtless, tight athletic shorts, underwear, a few with his pubic hair just showing over the band of his underwear.  The nude photos only showed his ass and his face was partially in shadow.  A frontal shot would have been extra money, but he wasn’t ready for that.

    When it was over, Kyle dressed in silence, counted the money twice, and left without saying goodbye.

    Back at the motel, he sat on the edge of the bed staring at his hands, the calluses, the faint scars along his knuckles. They looked like they belonged to someone else.

    He told himself it was a one-time thing, a mistake he could bury.

    But the calls seemed to know when he was short of cash.

    Each time, the man offered more, more money, less pretense. And each time, Kyle said yes faster. Another nude man stood near him at one point.  The jobs paid off his truck. Bought tools he hardly used. Kept him fed.

    Each time, something inside him went a little quieter.  At one point, they asked him to let the other man perform oral sex on him; photos and video.  Cash for a two hour session.  He took the money.  

    During the next session he wanted him to fuck an older guy.  He lost his virginity for two thousand dollars.  For the money shot, Marshall’s face came into view.  The men were impressed by his size, impressed with the distance he shot his load, impressed by the amount of cum.

    Kyle decided he would not participate in another shoot, but when the call came, he found himself agreeing.  After the third time, they asked him to bottom, perhaps do an orgy.  He went home and considered things.  He knew that he did not want to do another scene, but he knew that if they asked, he would not be able to say no.  

    He decided that it was time to move on.  

    He decided that it was time to head home.


    When Kyle finally arrived home a few years later, the town had changed. His parents were gone,  his mother’s garden overgrown, the house sold to strangers. Even the high school bleachers looked smaller. The gas station where he’d spent half his teenage summers had turned into a convenience mart with digital pumps and bulletproof glass.

    No one asked where he’d been. No one really wanted to know.  No one even seemed to remember him.

    He found work at Discount Tire. Long hours, small talk, the smell of rubber and engine grease thick in the air. His boss, a wiry man named Don, liked him. “You’re steady,” Don said one afternoon. “Most guys your age don’t last a week.  The kids’ll hang around ‘cause they want the dough.  I see you moving up.”

    Kyle nodded, wiped his hands on a rag, and went back to work. Keeping his head down was easy. It was what he’d always done.

    It might’ve stayed that way if not for the man in the suit.

    Late thirties, polished shoes, polite smile that lingered too long. He came in just before closing, asking about a tire rotation for a Lexus. When Kyle bent to check the tread, he felt the man’s gaze, the same quiet calculation he’d seen in the producer’s eyes years ago.

    When the shop emptied out, the man lingered by the counter. “You’re badge says you’re Kyle W.  But your stage name is Kyle Large, right?” he asked softly. “I’ve seen… some of your old work.”

    The words froze the air.

    The man smiled, hands in his pockets. “You’re even better-looking in person.”

    Kyle swallowed hard. “That was a long time ago.”

    “Not that long ago,” the man said. “You’re one the hottest man on the Internet.  I replay your video all the time.  I’d like to see more of you.  You know.  Without the overalls.  I’ll pay. Cash. No strings. Extra if you do more than let me touch you.”

    His tone wasn’t cruel, just practical, like a business deal.

    Kyle stared at the floor, at the black smudges of oil near his boots. With a little extra cash, maybe he could move out of that bug infested apartment.  He told himself it didn’t matter any way.  “What the hell,” he said.  “Sure,” he told the man.  


    The motel was one of those half-forgotten places with flickering neon and doors that opened straight to the parking lot. The sign out front buzzed faintly: VACANCY. WEEKLY RATES.

    He parked beneath a broken light and sat for a minute before going in. Two rooms down, a couple was arguing, the sharp crack of a woman’s voice, a man’s muffled apology.

    He barely noticed them.

    Inside, everything smelled of mildew and stale coffee. The man was waiting, calm and precise. He asked Kyle to remove his clothes.  Once naked, the man handled his member, marveling at its size.  Kyle said nothing.  He was aware that the website that hosted his videos said he was nine inches, but he knew he was not quite eight.  Media hype.  But the man seemed pleased.  He kissed the head of Kyle’s penis.  The softness of the caress elicited a response.  The man asked Kyle to pound his ass.  So Kyle put on a condom and pounded it. He came on the man’s face as requested. When it was over, Kyle picked up the envelope of cash.  The man thanked him and waited impatiently for Kyle to leave.

    Kyle washed his hands quickly as he stared at the man looking back at him in the mirror,  mustache, tired eyes, a face lined with years he couldn’t account for.

    He went to the door, pushed the envelope farther into his pocket, and stepped into the night.

    The air was cool and sharp with rain and engine oil. Somewhere nearby, a siren wailed, then faded.

    He walked to his truck, thinking only of sleep, of how early he had to be up for work the next morning.  He felt empty.  Dirty.  He’d take a long shower, hopefully hot, as soon as he got back to his one-room place.

    He didn’t hear the scream from two doors down.

    He didn’t know that a frightened woman would later tell the police she’d seen a man with a mustache walking toward a tan pickup.

    Kyle didn’t know that by morning, his name would be printed in black ink, and that the silence he’d been living in all those years was about to break wide open.


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  • Cabin In The Woods

    The city didn’t feel quite real yet. Not quite what I’d spent my life dreaming of. It was all skyscrapers, dirt, and the sound of construction on every block. Everything was too tall and too loud. I’d only been here a month, but that was long enough for the novelty to fade yet not long enough to belong. The boxes in his apartment were half unpacked, the walls bare except for a mirror that leaned crooked against the wall. Work filled most of my days. Mechanical smiles, polite conversations, and anything else it took to make it through the day. All desperate attempts to stop the nights from stretching out like open wounds.

    I told myself it was just loneliness that made me open Grindr again. That I just wanted to meet someone, anyone, to prove I still existed outside the mundane routine. My profile was simple: “trans masc, new to town, looking to have some fun.” I watched the app’s grid pulse and shift, profiles flickering in and out as if the city itself were breathing down my neck.

    Disappointment, Embarrassment. Then…..Then a message appeared.”You drink?”
    No name. Just a black-and-white photo of a man’s hand around a glass. The kind of photo that said stern and confident without needing a face pic.

    You talked. Well, if you could call it talking. Short and raunchy messages, all in a flurry, then stalled with barely anything at all, a rhythm that felt like control in and of itself. Your tone wasn’t warm, but it was deliberate, and that was enough to pull me in.

    By the time I looked up, the clock had jumped almost two hours, and my boxers were drenched. I was saying yes to a drink without a second thought.

  • A Random Slut Takes the Edge Off

    Another Day Another Slut

    Friday was going to be a LONG day; Kent would fly up in the evening but it would be an eternity waiting until he arrived.

    I awoke early and horny as hell.  My hole needed filling and my balls needed draining; my dick was hard as steel.

    I briefly considered texting the built stud on the fourth floor I’d had a near-miss with until he’d begun his litany of limitations; he had more carve-outs and wouldn’t-considers than the Woke agenda!  Still he was physically hotter than fuck and he’d texted me nine times by the morning with various compromise offers.  I Siri’d him.  “Final offer. Raw fuck; you topping me. WITH viewing of my latest test results and PrEP scrip.  Now or never.”

    It was barely six and I wasn’t certain how this would pan out.  I dragged my ass and bobbing steel pole that was my dick along with my balls that felt like kettle weights into Bo’s amazing guest suite wet-room.  Whether Bo had me in mind or not the shower was equipped with an either coincidentally-futuristic wand or it was a douche nozzle.  It made the process of being hopefully railed within an inch of my life even more optimistic.

    When I stepped out of the shower for the last time (good thing I’d taken the time for “maintenance” as it had taken a couple of passes) I had a response.  “Dude your hot as fuck and I’m horny as fuck.  I give!  BUT I bottom.”

    My brain hurt from the mis-use of ‘your’ versus ‘you’re’ and it took me a minute to sort out the “I give” versus the “I bottom.”  I laughed.  And I showed my age which was twice his; I called.

    His deep voice answered very suspiciously.  “Hellllllllllooooooooo?”

    “Good morning!”  I said with more volume and enthusiasm than I knew he was ready for.

    “It will be when you’re balls-deep inside of me,” he growled.

    God help me; I couldn’t help but see “your” in my head instead of “you’re.”  I shook it off.  “My dick is hard enough to punch through a wall; you sure you’re up for it.”

    “Fuuuuuuuuuck duuuuuuuude,” he moaned all gravelly.  “I was beginning to think you weren’t going to take advantage of my fine pussy on offer.”  I thought ruefully how much I hate feminization of men’s bodies and reminded myself how much I appreciated my husband. Fourteen hours until Kent arrives, I reminded myself.

    “Guess I blinked,” I said.  You coming up or am I coming down?  Do you need time to get ready?”

    He guffawed at that.  “If you’re asking if I’m ready to get fucked I took care of that when I woke-up; it’s my morning ritual before the treadmill for forty-five minutes.  I was just finishing that when you texted which is why it took me a minute to answer.  I just need to jump in the shower because I was making coffee when I first came back up and then you called.”

    “Less talk; more ass,” I told him.  “And if you shower before I’m in your hole the deal is off.”

    “I don’t … “ he started but I nipped that in the bud.  “Got it.”

    “Get up here.  NOW!”  And don’t ruin it! my throbbing hard-on injected into my thoughts.

    “SIR YES SIR!” he barked and surprised me with that blast of masculine exertion.

    Five minutes later there had not been a knock or the doorbell … which I realized I didn’t even know if there was one or what it sounded like.  Who the fuck cares?! my hard-on shoved into my thoughts.  As I picked-up my phone to call him the phone and my AppleWatch vibrated with an incoming text.  “Apt #?”

    I was momentarily irritated: I’d told him in the elevator, I remembered his, AND I’d put it under my phone number on the card I’d put under his door.  Who the fuck cares?Type it the fuck in! my dick urged me.  I complied as I generally do.  And just like that a door-bell ding-donged.

    He burst past me when I opened the door; a breeze of man-sweat engulfed me.  He was wearing an even tighter sweatier tank than he’d been wearing when I’d met him in the elevator.  “Are you sure you want me this way?  I smell dude!  I know some guys are … “  Fortunately he stopped himself when he turned to face me nearly out the other end of the foyer.  “Fuck dude!” he said eyes wide.  “I mean … I felt that monster when we did our standing lap-dance in the gym; but damn dude!  Rest of you’s impressive too man.”

    I strode up to him aggressively and he cowered.  “Will you be offended if I tell you to shut the fuck up and bend over something?”  I said so close to him we could feel each other’s breath.  And I could smell him stronger and my dick was READY!

    He turned away so fast his wet hair flipped against my face.  And then he headed to the kitchen a ways across the open floor plan.  Without missing a beat he yanked down his shorts revealing a jock strap, wriggled and yanked his sweaty skin-tight shirt over his head with considerable difficulty, and then leaned over Bo’s vast island with his chest against the surface and his feet planted wide.  “Hope you have some lube for that monster.  I’m not sure my health insurance covers collateral fuck damage.”

    I was crouched between his feet and shoved my face and tongue in his delicious hairy sweaty crack.  My tongue found his hole and my senses feasted on his strong taste and scent.

    “OH FUCK!” he cried and pushed his butt into my face.  “FUCK MAN EAT MY PUSSY.”  Ugh!

    But I did continue eating that hole and everything around it.  And he continued grinding into my ravenous face and moaning louder and louder.  “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck!  You HAVE to FUCK ME!” he begged.

    I stood and admired the vast v of his torso and hard musculature of his back, shoulders, butt, and legs.  My dick was drooling so much pre-jism that I caught a glob in my palm and smeared it over his hole.  I roughly shoved my gooey finger and then another inside him.

    “Nnnnngh!” and then “OH FUCK!” when the second one went in.  “Open me up. PUHHHHLEASSSSSSSE!”  When my third finger went in he cried-out, “EASY!”

    “There’s NOTHING about men fucking that is about EASY!”  I growled and ground my fingers around inside him.

    He was panting and pushing back; the stretch couldn’t be that bad.  I pulled out and got a gasp and whimper.  When I shoved my raging dick against his ring it popped open easily and let me SHOVE inside.  “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK” he screamed.

    But the scream was accompanied by him pushing back and then grinding when my groin slapped into his hard glutes.  “NNNNGH!” he grunted.

    I pulled almost all the way out and SLAPPED his ass hard.  “AAAAAAAACK!”

    “WORDS!” I shouted.

    And then I SLAMMED back into him.  “NNNNNNNNGH!”  But before I could pull out to smack him again he continued with, “HHHHHHHHHHHOLY FUCK YESSSSSSSSSSS!  THANK YOU SIR!”

    I had him by his trim waist and was pounding into him hard and fast; my balls were swinging and I could feel the fabric and stitching of his pouch where the leg straps attached.  He was maintaining a litany of pleas and praise; I can’t say I didn’t enjoy the latter.

    “Fuckin’ huge dude; your pole is splitting me open and I feel it in my gut.”  Okay, I never said it was completely without exaggeration.

    At one point we both shifted a hair and his body jolted wildly and he cried-out louder and wordlessly.  “Yeah?”  I asked him and jabbed into him again at the same angle and with the same result.

    I began jack-hammering him that way and didn’t criticize him for continuing moans and cries without words.  Finally when he was a writhing mess I shouted, “TELL ME!”

    He was almost crying. “SOOOOOOO GOOD. Gonna … “

    “DO IT!” I shouted in a growl.

    “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” he cried and stiffened as I slammed him harder.

    His long cry ebbed and then he grumbled a long grunt as his body began shaking and his hole clenched around me hard.  “OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” he cried with each jolt as his body ejaculated hard and fast presumably into his jock strap pouch.

    “Tell me what you want!” I demanded.

    “I want your cum,” he whimpered.

    “WHERE?”

    “Wherever you want sir,” he was nearly crying.

    “FUCKING TELL ME!”  I shouted so close to cumming that he might not make it before I did.

    “FILL ME WITH YOUR CUM. PLEASE SIR!”

    My balls obliged and over-boiled.  My body tensed and then erupted and as I gasped, swore, grunted, and blasted he grunted as each shot went deep.

    When my shots had subsided he slumped limply onto the counter and his hole slacked around me.  “Fuck dude,” he said hoarsely but quietly.

    “I think we just did the hell out of that,” I joked.  “And that jock strap?  It’s mine now; a souvenir!” I told him.

    Tom leaned up and propped his left elbow as he looked over his right shoulder at me.  “You want my jock?  And what’s funny?”  His tone had taken an unpleasantly campy tone.

    “MY jock strap,” I said sternly.  “OFF! NOW!” I said and didn’t bother to explain my play on words.  Yeah, I know it was lame; but he’s really not the sharpest knife in the block.

    I pulled back and pulled my softening dick from his surprisingly-tight hole.  A plop and a splat and I was out.  He stood and looked over his shoulder and down at the floor.  “Ooops,” he said with a girlish flaunt.  What a way to kill what was left of my endorphin vibe!

    I turned and went to grab a few paper towels; I’d wash the floor afterward.  Tom got out of his jock strap and when I was back at the island he was twirling the sweaty cummy strap on a hyper-extended index finger.  I shoved a paper towel at him and got down and wiped the floor.  “You might want to uh wipe up and get into your shorts,” I told him and reached up with his shorts in my hand.

    He took the shorts and handed me the jock strap.  And he threw the cum-and-ass-juice-soiled paper towel down on the counter-top.  I cringed but snapped it up when I stood and wiped the counter with the only clean paper towel I still had.  I’d wash it with bleach later.

    He didn’t bother with his tank top though he picked it up.  “Enjoy that,” he said with an even more campy wink.  “And by the way what’s the manly straight stud of the manor in the hospital for?  Must be pretty dire if you had to fly in.”

    “That’s his business,” I said pointedly as I put the paper towels in Bo’s trash under the sink.

    “Straight guys!  Must be something to make a masculine ego like his go in.”  I didn’t point out that if he’s in the hospital it’s obviously serious.

    “Speaking of I need to get cleaned-up and get there.”

    “Well,” he flounced, “we can do this again ANY time!  And in case your ego could use a stroke I don’t think I’ve cum that way since I was in prep school and the football coach banged one out of me.  ANEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE time!”

    Not sure I could get it up after he went all girly on me. “I’ll keep that in mind; the offer I mean.”


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