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Knock. Knock. Knock.

I am standing in the hallway, in my dirty fleece shorts from the day before; I had slept in the room with Nate, because he had asked me too, but not in “the” bed with him. We jacked-off again later to some pussy and orgy porn. He swallowed another load happily, which I gave willingly. I think the more I can cum the more he will take it. He tried to coax me into jacking-off session this morning but I reminded him we were going to be late if I did not get out of there and go take a shower.

He immediately went in to work mode, which surprised me as I thought he was being ruled by his cock, based on the previous days experience, but I guess a paycheck over ruled that. Heck, I would like to fuck more than work but you have to have priorities, although satisfying my sexual urges is a first priority most times.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

I go at it again; I am almost at the banging stage, as Nate is prone to do, I think to myself.

“It’s me, Paul; open up, Russ, “I am almost shouting.

Russ jerks open the door.

“Fuck man, what time is it and where have you been, “he says, groggily and with irritation in his voice.

“I stayed in Nate’s room after we finished…mmm, talking, last night, “I tell him, which is a lie, in part, we did more stroking than talking.

Russ is in his Fruit-of-the -Looms, with a noticeable bulge, very noticeable. The guy is hard; it must have been some damn hot dream I interrupted. There is a fresh wet cum spot, right in the center of his briefs, where his cock is.

“Good dream, “I say.

“What?” he is puzzled.

He looks down to see what I see.

“Oh shit,” he is surprised.

I hold back a laugh. I know he is embarrassed, this is not the first time he has done this but it is the first time I have ever said anything about it. He turns a soft shade of red, the guy actually blushed over a cum spot, and heads into the bathroom.

I go to my side of the room, drop my shorts, and remember I left my shirt, baseball cap and boots in Nate’s room; maybe he will bring them to me. If not, I will get them when I get out the shower.

I am not embarrassed. He has seen me enough, hard and soft, he really does need to loosen up sexually but that is his issue and not mine. How a guy can be so mellow about everything else but sex, I do not understand. He must be suppressing something. Yeah, he needs to fuck something like yesterday.

I walk into the bathroom. Russ is standing at the commode taking his morning piss.

“Hey man, you couldn’t wait for me to finish, “he says with even more irritation in his voice, I had arrived this morning and caught him unawares.

“No,” I say, “Nate will be here soon.”

I glance down at his cock; he is as blonde in his pubes as is the hair is on his head. His cock is long and lean, pencil-like but not as thin, and I think uncut, unlike Nate’s and mine, we have much more girth. I try to act as if I have not seen it, as I know it would further add to his embarrassment and irritability but he has nothing to feel ashamed or self-conscious of. He needs to get laid.

Nate kept saying he has a nice ass, Russ that is; I tend to agree, as I am staring at it as I turn on the hot and cold-water faucet in the shower. His ass is nice and round, a good bubble-butt.

I have never looked at Russ in this way before, until now, not until Nate brought it to my attention. My cock would feel nice sliding up into that tight little ass. I feel my cock getting hard as I start soaping up. His butt muscles tightening and squeezing my cock as I slide in and out of that virgin hole.

A bang sounds at the door, it is Nate. Just like clockwork.

I knew it would not be long.

This further irritates Russ as he says “shit” aloud; I laugh a little this time, which he notices and gives me an eat-shit-an-die look. He goes to answer the door.

“Coming, “Russ says like some dutiful housewife, I smirk again. He said it, lyrically.

That is not something Russ should say to Nate since he told me of his ever-growing lust for his ass. I laugh to myself again, what an odd day yesterday was, I wonder what is in store for today.

Russ opens the door, still in his white briefs.

“Whoa doggie,” I hear Nate say.

I guess he saw the cum stain too. I laugh to myself again.

Today has been quite funny, so far.

HaHa.

“I’ll be right out,” I shout out.

Nate leans in as I step out of the shower, he stares and smiles and me. He hand gestures at his crotch, making me aware that he saw the cum spot on Russ’ briefs. He then points in the direction of the room where Russ is and does the blowjob sucking motions with his hands. I nod and smile back to him.

He really wants a piece of that ass and his cock too, now it seems.

“I’ll be right out,” I say, “Did you by any chance bring the rest of my stuff with you?”

I ask as he steps out of the door.

“Yeah, I brought them; they are by the room door out here,” he shouts from the other room, “take your time.”

He did not just say that, did he? I guess he was sexually frustrated, afterall, any other time he would be barking my head off to hurry up.

Maybe our “new” friendship will be a good thing.

I step out, unashamed, and fondle my cock as I walk by him and Russ. I am somewhat hard and getting horny. The cum spot business with Russ has me excited. Nate is sitting on Russ’ bed, trying not to be obvious as he stares at Russ’ backside. Russ is still in his tighty-whities with his back towards us; Nate keeps pointing with his finger at what a nice ass it is. I nod my head, in agreement, as my cock grows ever harder. Nate is even adjusting himself, as he sits on the bed. He gives me a thumb up, as he likes what he sees, my hard cock.

The paleness of Russ’ skin and the white of his briefs glare at us like a headlight as we watch, well, lusting after the ass of our friend. It is a stark contrast to us, as we are both darker and tanned and in possession of much more body hair. If Russ has any body hair, it so light it can barely be seen.

Russ drops his Fruits-of-the-Looms, which causes Nate to go into a panic.

He fidgets uncontrollably on the bed and stifles a moan, a very loud moan.

The tent from his hard cock is massive and an ever-growing wet spot from pre-cum is getting larger with each passing second.

Did Nate just shoot a wad in his hiking shorts from the sight of Russ’ naked ass?

I think he did. I hold back a grin.

I have now seen two guys with wet cum shots this morning.

Am I next?

Russ sees none of this, if he heard that loud grunt and moan from Nate, he does not acknowledge it. He quickly puts on another pair of underwear, then his shorts and turns around. He has a muscled body but it is far leaner than either Nate or me, as we are of the stocker built, but he is blessed with a nice physique, I will give Russ credit.

“Hey guys, I will meet you at the truck, “Nate says and quickly excuses himself.

As he walks away, he quickly turns to me to shows me the large wet spot on the front of his gray shorts; it covers the whole pubic region. It must have been one hell of a cum-shot to cover such a wide area.

He does his tongue across his lips, meaning he would lap up Russ’ ass if given the chance or that is how I interpret it, since he wants it so badly.

I smile back at him.

I put on my fleece shorts and try to push down the bulge, as I have said; I do not want the other hotel guest to think of me as a perv.

I think he is going to change. I laugh to myself. I guess he realized he could not work in cum stained shorts but if we work today as we did yesterday, we will not be in clothes long.

We meet Nate at the truck.

We are waiting on him this time for quite a while but he finally makes it to the truck. A little flushed but he is here.

I get a smile from him in the rear-view mirror as we drive to the site, I suspect that the sight of Russ’ bare ass excited him even more and the lust he has for the guy has just magnified a thousand-fold.

We get to the worksite at a little before 8 a.m., the Florida sun is already bearing down on us.

Nate and I shed our shirts, immediately, and proceed about our assigned jobs, setting up the equipment for the day’s work.

Russ is stationed behind the instrument, working it, getting the shots recorded. Nate and I are walking with the prism pole (“rod”), machetes and walkie-talkies, to get the shots.

Same ole routine, different day but it is the same on this job.

Nate did not hesitate to unbutton and unzip his shorts, once we got into the pasture, as we go about this tedious predictable routine.

He fondles himself, without hesitation, in front of me, as we walk.

I do the same.

I am in my standard work uniform, fleece shorts, my favorite thing to wear, while I am at work. They are already soaked with sweat and leave nothing to the imagination, which is my intent.

I am hard, my cock-tent juts out from my below the waist.

Nate and I are very relaxed around each other now, a familiarity and a comradery has developed since the jack-off session plus the blowjob he gave me last night.

What a way to help and heighten a strained work relationship and turn it in a friendship, who knew, such could happen, show cock, suck cock and a friendship is born.

So do I have a sexual harassment suit?

Pffft.

It is funny.

Not ha-ha funny but one of those odd funnies that life throws at you, it just happens.

Of course, if I were to ever to pursue it, I doubt anyone would believe it. Heck, I am having a difficult time fathoming what has happened. These kinds of things only happen in stories, right.

The morning is uneventful, as we try to get as much done as possible before the heat of the afternoon begins. We are all business.

Nate gives me glances and points out what needs to be shot, like always.

It is routine. It is work.

About 1 p.m., Nate decides that he could not hold off his hunger any longer and says it is time to eat.

Thank god, I am starving.

I had eaten from the Continental Breakfast bar at the hotel that morning, since we had to wait on Nate; I ate until I was filled.

While he changed and I would say re-showered, it took him awhile to get to the truck. He must have gotten himself worked up again over Russ while he was in his room. I can only assume.

Granted, I was able to eat more but I had burned those calories off this morning, between the intense sweating and the continuous walking. I bet I walked close to 10 miles, it felt like it anyway.

We had covered a wide-open area in the field this morning but there was still more trees and small ponds that dotted the perimeter. Nate made the decision we would get those this evening after we got back from “getting our feed on.” His words, not mine.

It looks like we are going to finish by tomorrow. He proclaimed as we packed up.

Hallelujah, I say to myself. Silently praising that another job is almost done.

We finished packing the equipment and made our way to SR 70, we are in the area between the state prison and Lake Placid, in the middle of freaking nowhere.

He decided instead of going west to Arcadia we would head east on SR 70 and go to where it intersects with US 27, he thought there was a restaurant there, but was not absolutely sure. He’d been there with a friend, in the past, visiting a camping resort and remembers some businesses at that intersection. He was not sure what but we would make do when we got there, he said.

US 27 from there will take you to Miami; I had never been there, Miami, but am willing to go at any time. I would like to go to Haulover Beach but it is still hours south from here.

“What resort? “I ask.

I knew the area too, a friend lives in Wauchula, north of Arcadia, but he had never mentioned any resort to me.

“Oh, it is near a bump-in-the-road called Venus, Florida, “he says,” but the men are from Mars.”

He winks at me when he says Mars.

I think to myself, it must be a gay resort.

Nate seems sexually charged-up today, more than I imagined he was in the past before our episode last night.

Well, not really, he has been hinting like a madman he wants to fucks Russ.

Nate and I did not bother to put our shirts on; he did not even button and zip up his shorts when he got in the truck. His attitude has changed somewhat it seems, a more relaxed person.

He maybe to relaxed as he kept making obvious glances at me without fear of Russ understanding what he was saying. In the past, he had been more talkative to Russ, given me the cold shoulder, the brush off, now it was not the case. All his conversations seemed to be directed at me, for me.

While on the way east to US 27, he got a cell phone call. I am surprised he even has phone reception on this desolate long-ass highway between nothing and nothing.

“Hey man, how you doin’ Bob,” he said, “Yeah, yeah, I will be back in Tallahassee this Saturday.”

Today was Thursday; I guess he is making plans for his weekend. We could only hear one side of this conversation apparently.

“Say Bob, can I bring a friend to ‘the gathering’ at your house?” Nate says, “Good, good, okay, I will see you then. Bye.”

He then hung up and looks at me in the rear-view.

“Paul, you wanna got to a ‘gathering’ with me, at my friends, Bob Warren’s house, near Havana, on Saturday?,” he asks me.

I think to myself, do I have plans. No. I do not.

“Sure, what do I bring?” I ask.

“Nothing, just yourself, “he says, “This is a ‘house for men’.”

I look at him with puzzlement on my face.

“You just come and let it all hang out in the company of other men, “he explains, “So Russ you wanna come?”

I think he actually meant cum, instead of come, but did Russ pick up the subtle difference in his words.

I did.

I get what he means when he says ‘hang out’ too.

He says the last rather snidely to Russ.

“Naw, I am good, thanks,” Russ, answers.

Russ seems to be slightly perturbed as something is afoot and he does not know what it is. I can see the questions whirling about in his head, as I sit in the backseat. His body language is different. He is fidgety in his seat, uncomfortable. He knows something has happened, he just has not figured it out what it is, but he will. I am sure.

The nudity we exhibited yesterday was something neither Nate nor I had ever done before on a job plus me staying with Nate last night, both new happenings.

I am sure the tumblers are moving in Russ’ brain as he begins to put one plus one together.

Well, there was no restaurant, which does not surprise me. I got a few questionably cooked hot dogs from the convenience store. Hopefully, I will not get sick. We fill our cooler with ice and water. We had some left over from yesterday but you can never have enough water in this south Florida heat and sunshine.

You never know when it is going to get even hotter but it usually does, just like clockwork. It does, it always does.

***

The day got a lot hotter after that sorry excuse for a lunch but at least we were in the trees, in some shade, no matter how little it was, on the last section of the topo job.

Nate and I were shirtless. His hiking shorts were once again, unzipped and unbuttoned. He would reach in and fondle his cock and even take it out and wag it at me. I would pull down the front of my shorts and give him a peak at my cock too. This play went back at forth. We were both horny. Our libidos were ruling us as we attempted to work but it was difficult.

“I wanna suck your cock, Paul,” Nate says to me out of the blue.

“What?”

“I said, I want to suck your cock,” he says again.

“Here?” I say. I am taken by surprise obviously.

“You did say, anything, anywhere, did you not?” he reminds me of my words I uttered to him after the first blowjob he gave me last night.

“Yeah, I did.”

Apparently, I am at his mercy, the game is afoot and I have to decide to bail or give in.

“Where are you going to do it, here?” I ask.

“There is a big oak tree over there or we can go behind the truck or I can do it right here,” he says, “your choice.”

“Right here in the open?” I say shocked.

Yes, I am shocked. I expected a bathroom suck or maybe more room play with him but not on the job with Russ in full view. Maybe I am not as adventuresome as I thought.

“So what’s it gonna be?” he says, “You said anytime, anywhere and I want it now or are you a chicken-shit; I want to taste your sweet cum.”

“Let’s go to the big tree,” I say.

Maybe Russ will not see us.

“Okay,” he says, “let’s get going.”

I hold up the walkie-talkie, so Russ can see my meaning, “wait.” I lay the walkie-talkie, the prism pole and the machete down on the ground at my last location. He nods his head in acknowledgement as he sees me do what I do. Nate and I walk to the tree.

As we walk, I can feel my cock harden with each step. Nate is stroking his cock and trying to keep his shorts up as we walk. It is not working to well for him. When we get to the tree, Nate lets them fall to the grass and steps out of them.

His cock is a massive man missile pointing straight outward from his midsection; he is in his full glory.

He grabs the sides of my shorts and yanks them down. My cock greets him in the face as he squats on the ground, bare-assed, and takes me in his mouth. He takes the length of it in his mouth but spends extra time suctioning my mushroom head. He begins to go up and down on my shaft, lightly squeezing it with his lips, drawing the juices from my balls. I am moaning ever so softly caught up in the ecstasy as my cock is engulfed by this beast of a man, who wants and needs my spunk.

“Hey guys, where’d you go?” the sound from Nate’s dropped walkie-talkie, echoes from the grass, the one he was holding when we made our way over to this oak tree. Mine is much further away. I tune it out as I am in another world, being sucked into oblivion while having an out-of-body experience.

“Hey guys, where are you?” it is Russ.

We pay no attention to him as he continues to call on the radio. We are distracted by our uncontrollable urges.

We are drenched in sweat, naked, except for our boots. The sweat runs down our bodies like little streams over our muscled and hairy bodies, we are one with nature in the most primal of animal behavior, sex; selfish all-consuming sex between the fiercest of mammals, two men locked and lost in abandonment.

“Hey guys,” this time the voice is not coming from the walkie-talkie.

Russ has walked up and caught us.

Nate stops the sucking of my cock and looks up at him. His cock, hard, and still being stroked by him, is rigid and leaking buckets of pre-cum. He does not stop the stroking of his own cock but he does slow down on mine as he pulls his mouth from it.

Nate’s saliva leaves a stringy-like tentacle from my cock to his mouth

“What the hell?” Russ says with such alarm in his voice but he does not walk away. He lingers and looks.

“Are y’all guys fucking gay?” he asks.

Nate stands, still with his hand on his cock. I push myself away from the tree and give myself a gentle stroke.

Our cocks are hard.

We have been caught.

“Hey man, it’s not what it looks like,” I say, knowing how ludicrous it sounds.

It is exactly what it looks like.

Nate is naked with a hard-on, and still stroking, as he was when he was sucking my hard cock as I leaned against the oak tree.

Yep, Russ it is what you think it is.

We are guilty, Nate and I.

As I ponder to myself, imagining what Russ is thinking.

Well, there goes my fucking job and Nate’s too, as Russ is sure to tell his dad about this.

“Guys, I am gay,” Russ, blurts out.

“What?” Nate and I say in unison.

Our faces show alarm. He is supposed to be a virgin. He told us he was a virgin.

“Repeat that Russ, did I understand you correctly?” Nate says, with surprise in his voice. He is still holding his raging hard-on and still firmly stroking it, Russ’ words do not make him stop. He may have actually stroked harder.

“You heard me right, Nate, I am gay,” Russ says, “and I have wanted both of your cocks for the longest time.”

“Aren’t you a virgin,” Nate asks.

“Hell fucking no, I ain’t a virgin, “he says, “but I did not know how else to get you two to lay off me about fucking girls, so I choose that lie to tell. I love cock and I have wanted the both of yours for the longest time.”

“Fuck!” Nate screams, “I want your ass, if you will give it to me.”

“Oh, you can have it, both of you,” Russ smiles and starts stripping out of his clothes, “the way both of you tease around me, I was going crazy. I came last night from a dream I had about the both of you.”

I like big cock. There, I said it. So sue me. It doesn’t matter what man the cock is attached to either, well, within reason…but still, a big, long, fat cock will get me drooling ever time. It’s not that I’ll turn down medium hung guys, I’ll do everything I can to get them off, it’s just that I’d rather be worshipping a huge hung guy. Now I know that what I want doesn’t really matter. I’m just a cocksucking whore with an ever-ready, hairy ass-pussy. Always have been and I suspect I always will be.

The weekend I’m gonna tell you about took place about a year ago. I was finally off of work for a three day weekend and rushed home to get myself cleaned up and out for a whore’s holiday. I packed a small bag with the essentials, including the nasty essentials, and hit the road. I live in Atlanta and thought I’d head over towards Augusta. I like Augusta, working man’s town, with lot’s of dirty, black and redneck dick. Two of my favorite flavors. I planned to stay at a roadside motel I knew of along the way, right next door to a huge truckstop and right in the middle of a lowdown, black neighborhood. I drove down the freeway with the window open, smoking a blunt and riding the big buttplug I had shoved into my hole at home. I had plenty of chronic and was ready to party this weekend.

I was stacking the deck as I stopped for a carton of Newports, a bottle of Gin, a bottle of Jack and a case of Malt liquor. After about an hour and a half, I got to my first nights destination. The smell of diesel fuel got my fat dick hard. I’m 42 years old, burly, hairy and handsome, with a 6 inch superfat cock, a round hairy ass that loves to get pounded and a deep velvet throat. I pulled into the spot outside the motel lobby and got out of my pickup, stretched my legs and lit a smoke. It was a hot, humid Georgia day and I was loving the way my tee shirt clung to my body. I stood there sweating and smoking, grinding my ass against the back corner of the pickup grinding the plug into my hole. I tossed the smoke and headed into the office to get a room.

As soon as I opened the door, I was struck with the smell of black man. I smelled the sweet, oily, sexy smell of a certain kind of low south, sweaty, dark shiny skinned man. I turned the corner and I knew I was right. The nose knows. Behind the desk was a hot, fucking, Georgia negro. He was leaning back in his chair watching a football game on a TV hanging from the ceiling. He didn’t look at me as I walked up to the desk. He made me wait until a commercial. I waited like a good bitch. He finally swung his chair around to confront me and my eyes dropped to his loose sweat shorts. His legs were spread wide and I could see what I was hoping for, an impressively thick cock snaking down his leg. I looked up into his eyes and he was grinning.

“Lemme guess, a room around the back on the ground floor.” He stated as he grabbed the paperwork and started to fill it out with no confirmation from me. He had me pegged. I was just another hairy, masculine cunt looking to leave my door and curtains open while I lured any passing cock into my room for worship. he sneered at me as if he had seen a lot of whores like me. He lit a small cigar as he did and grunted, “license and credit card.”

I handed him both and waited while he filled out the forms. I watched him. He was a thick man, jeri curled hair dripping in the heat. He had a rough, scarred face, and had a mustache just above his full lips that made me twitch on the plug in my ass and grab ahold of my hard cock just looking at them and wondering if I was going to be lucky enough to kiss this sexy, black man on the lips, feel his tongue against mine, get fed a little of that stogie spit he was building up as he chewed on the cigar. He pushed the form across for me to sign, then turned and stood to run the card. That’s when I got to see his broad back and powerful ass and thighs. His back was covered in sweat. I wanted to lick my way down his back and bury my face into thick as fuck black ass cheeks. I was in fucking heat and he knew it. He handed me the credit slip and I signed it. He slid a key across the desk.

“I gave you a smoking room, and here’s the internet code. Have all the visitors you want.” He sneered at me again, but I could tell he thought I was fuckable. I licked my lips and winked at him. He grunted. “But you cause any trouble and you’re out on you’re ass.” He blew smoke in my face. “Oh and it’s a smoking room, cause you a smokin’ ho.” He laughed out loud reached across to stick a thick thumb in my mouth which I accepted without question. “Oh yeah, you a hungry bitch aint’cha?” He pulled his thumb out.

“Yes, Sir.” I answered looking in his eyes. He held my gaze.

“Damn, man, you a nasty whitey. Well we got a full house. Have a good time. I’ll let the word out that we got a cum dump, pussy white boy in da house.” He swung his chair back around and started to watch the football game again. I noticed that his cock head was about to pop out of his shorts.

“Thank you, Sir.” I said quietly as I turned to walk out.

“I’ll be by when I get off at midnight.” He called out without turning to look at me.

I left the office and drove my car around to the back. I noticed that most of the doors were open and most of the rooms were occupied. Good news. I parked and got out, lit another smoke and surveyed the scene. This motel has a perfect set up. Truckstop on one side, redneck bar on the other, and an adult bookstore down the street. The back of the motel faces out on the truckstop parking lot and from where I was standing, I could see all the cars in the bar parking lot too. I noticed two things that really got me ramped up and ready to party. Hell I was nearly dancing with cock slut joy as I unpacked the car. First, there were about 15 or 20 Harley’s parked behind the bar and from the markings on them, rebel flags and such, I figured that they belonged to some redneck gang, drunk bikers are a definite favorite score for me. I love it when men take on a group mentality when fucking me, showing off for each other and proving their manhood while fucking my faggot hole. Hopefully those bikers where in there getting good and trashed, all the better for my purposes. The other thing that got me so horny was that there were a bunch of military trucks parked in the motel lot with me. Fuck yeah!

I unloaded the truck, stocked the fridge and situated the room for what I hoped would be a night of all out freaky, nasty fucking. I found a porn channel on the TV, it showed a horny, white cunt being gang raped by a group of mean black men. Perfect. I jumped in the shower and did a good clean and lube, getting my hole ready for the onslaught. I put on my special pair of cut off sweat shorts with, special cause they had a huge slit up the ass, threw on a wife beater, lit a blunt and walked outside, leaned my ass against the truck and puffed away.

“Hey, can I get a hit of that?” A deep voice asked from the shadows of the room next to mine. The door was open halfway and the room was dark, but I saw movement as a big guy stood from where he had been sitting on the bed.

“Hell yeah, man.” I answered, taking another deep hit and exhaling as he opened the door wide and stepped out. He was huge white guy. I’d say 6’6 or 7. He was wearing a pair of loose basketball shorts and flip flops. He wasn’t thin either, like a lot of tall guys are, this dude was pretty thick and though he had a belly on him, there was definitely lots of past muscle underneath. He looked Polish or something like that, big, hard forehead and square boned face. His hair was shaved close, as was his face, except for sideburns that came down low like mutton chops. I held the blunt out to him. “It’s good shit.”

“Thanks bro.” He took the blunt and took a gargantuan hit. I watched his chest expand and was amazed at the size of it. I also took the chance to notice that there was something unusually large hanging in those loose shorts of his.

“I’m Frank.” I said looking up at him through the cloud of smoke he blew in my direction. “Go ahead and have as much of that as you want. I have plenty more.” In indicated to the blunt and he raised a thick eyebrow and grinned at me.

Thanks Frank. I’m Paul.” He took another monster hit. I leaned against my truck and looked up at this huge man. Tall men are a real turn on for me. I’m 6’2″ so when I find someone that much bigger than me, I just wanna drop to my knees and service them. “Just laying over here for the night. I drive that truck out there.” He indicated a black Peterbilt across the parking lot. “You?”

“I’m just passing through on my way to Augusta. Thought I’d stop here for a little fun along the way.” I said dropping my eyes to his swinging bulge and lit a smoke.

“Not much fun around here, looks like just a bar and truckstop pullover to me.” He said, handing me the blunt. I took a deep toke and handed it back. I wanted this fucker high.

“Oh, you’d be surprised.” I said, dropping my eyes again to that swinging meat. It looked long and thick and it was still soft.

“I don’t know about that.” He was looking over the landscape. Damn, this big fucker was dumb as shit, I was going to have to be more obvious. I had an idea.

“You wanna beer, Paul?” I asked casually, moving towards my room.

“Shit yeah, man, thanks!” He said and I knew I was gonna hook this Frankenstein looking fucker. He didn’t have any pot or beer and he liked both. It was only a matter of time before I was choking on whatever he was hiding in those loose shorts.

I walked into my room, fully aware that the slit in my shorts was showing off my hairy cunt crack. When I bent over to open the little fridge he finally understood.

“Whoa” I heard him mutter in a stoned daze.

I stood and held out a beer to him. I noticed that his cock was no longer swinging as he stood facing me just outside the door of the room, now it was beginning to press up against the fabric of his shorts. I watch it as he walked towards me to get the beer, it lengthened down his leg and the head was nearing the opening just above his knee. He stepped really close to me to get the beer and his big, bulging cock touched my leg. I looked up into his bloodshot eyes as I reached down and grabbed ahold of that thick snake and moaned into his sweaty chest, nuzzling around until I found his pronounced nipple and started to suckle on it. I heard him open the beer and take a deep swallow.

“I knew there had to be a reason you were being so friendly.” He muttered as his hand wrapped around my head and pulled my mouth hard onto his tit. “Yeah, suck it, hard and you’ll make something else hard.” He chuckled. His cock continued to grow harder. He suddenly pulled my sucking lips off of his nip and pushed me back. “Lemme lock up my room.”

He went to shut his room door and right after he did I heard two voices outside. I walked over to the door and stood there smoking as two black dudes came out of the room a couple over and stood outside smoking themselves. They glanced over at me and then at Paul as he came back out of his room, locking it behind him. His cock was still at full mast and looked obscene in his shorts he didn’t notice as he smiled at me and came back into the room. I looked over at the two mid-forties, black men as I shut the door and winked at them. They cracked up laughing and both grabbed at their crotches.

Paul was sitting down, drinking his beer and watching the gang bang movie. I shut the curtains, but left about four inches so guys could look in and see what was on offer. A little advertisement never hurts. I found the rest of the blunt in the ashtray and lit it, taking a big hit, then passed it to the first catch of the day, Paul, the giant man with the horny grin on his face. He took the joint from me and his other hand reached out and grabbed onto my ass, his extra long fingers poked through the slit into my lubed up hole.

“Oh hell yeah” He groaned, working a couple of fingers up into that wet, hairy pussy. “You all ready for big Paul, aintcha man?”

“Yes Sir.” I responded, bending slightly to give him more access and grabbing ahold of his dick again as I did. He kicked of his flip flops, took a big hit of the blunt and leaned into my face, which was now inches from his. I met him half way and he started to slowly tongue fuck my mouth as he shot-gunned his huge hit slowly into my lungs, I couldn’t take it all, but we continued to exhale the smoke together as it wrapped up and around us. I looked into his giants face and kissed him again before dropping to my knees before him, pulling his shorts down on the way.

I knelt before him and dropped my face into his low-hanging bull balls. Everything about this man was so big. He spread his legs even more and slid down to give me more access. I sniffed and licked as he moaned and played with my hair. I tongued his balls and underneath them, moving ever lower. I wanted that ass. I wanted to make out with this giants asshole, but I wanted that huge dick even more. So I started to move up again. His big hand tangled in my hair as he made a fist and pulled me up to just above the head of his throbbing cock. I looked up at him and smiled. He looked at me a little stunned at his luck, a little disgusted by my wantonness and a very horny. I pulled a bottle of poppers out my pocked and took a big hit in each nostril as I stared at him, then handed him the bottle. He took his hand off my head and I began licking the pulsing head of his vieny cock. I heard him take a couple of hits as the poppers started to take ahold of me, he set the bottle back down on the table, grabbed my hair again and started to slowly force my mouth down over his cockhead. I worked the head with my lips as I moved past it and felt it begin to press into my throat, I worked my throat in a swallowing motion and he was able to keep going. I continued to work my lips on his shaft as I could feel the head start its journey deep into my whore throat. His cock was thick, but I’d had thicker. He rivaled the longest I had ever had at about 11 inches. I was determined to take it in one deep lunge and he seemed to have the same idea.

“That’s it, whore. Get that whole dick in your throat. Nobody ever took the whole thing all the way before. I think you can. I’m gonna make you.” I readjusted my head a couple of times and he kept the pressure up. There was still about four inches to go when something gave out I felt the rest of that cock glide into my head. “Get that dick, boy.” He pressed hard on my head grinding his hips and stretching me out good. I just made myself a rag doll. There was nothing else I could do. I was about to pass out. I went as limp as possible and let him grind away until he decided he was done. He started to slowly pull me off. About halfway, I could exhale and suck in some more air and then he pushed it down all the way again. He kept up this steady pace for a while. “Damn bitch, you blowing my mind right now. Aint nobody ever done this shit with my freak cock before. I had a lot of lot lizard whores and even a couple of faggots like yourself try and take this cock, but I aint never had head like this. I’ma blow my first load in this throat, cause I may never get a chance to have my whole dick swallowed while I shoot again.” He told me continuing to ram his monster snake deep into my neck. I breathed when I could. “I been a trucker for 6 years now, since I gave up college ball. This dick been in thousands of mouths, but none like this, bitch.” He was pounding my throat hard now, lifting his hips to meet the thrusts, he palmed my head like a basket ball. We were in perfect sync. I couldn’t wait to get fucked by this freak of nature.

“You gonna get a nice thick load of polish trucker cream, baby” He babbled as he raped my face. “I know you want it. That slit in your shorts is there so everyone knows what a whore you are. You plan to take on this whole motel tonight don’t you, bitch?” I just kept taking his fuck. It felt so good to let go, to be the whore that I am and service this hard man’s meat. “Here you go, slut.” He said and rammed that cock deep, shooting a wad so deep inside of me that I only knew he was coming because he told me and because his cock got even harder. He shot a couple of spurts and then pulled me up all the way to the tip, shot a spurt into my mouth and then shoved me all the way back down again. “Take it all, you hairy whore.” He held me there and I took it all. When he released the pressure I started to work my way back up, suckling his cock for every drop. I ran my tongue up along the bottom of his cock to pull all of the cum out. I swallowed ever drop, then let the head plop out and looked up at him.

I kneeled there before this Cro-Magnon man, my tongue shoved up his tasty asshole while he moaned, palmed my head and ground my face into his crack. I felt his big snake coming back to life as it lifted off the side of my head. That’s when I felt him running his hand down my back and into my crack. Hell, he was so big that he didn’t even have to lean over. He ran that huge hand up and down over my pussy as I arched my back to give him better access. He dropped his legs and leaned forward, crushing my head between his strong thighs.

“Bitch, you got a hot fucking hole.” He said as he rammed now three fingers into my cunt as I licked at the hairy trail between his ballsack and asshole. “Takin’ my big fucking fingers like it’s nothing. This fucking hole knows how to take a fucking pounding.” I grunted and dug my head down again going for that tasty, trucker asshole.

He was twisting his fingers in and out of me relentlessly, when there was a soft knock at the door. We both froze for a second, then started up again. I pushed my head down through his vice-grip thighs and started to lick his toes. This lifted my ass up even more and he started to really pound at me with those fingers. Again, there was a soft knock at the door. I heard the sound of a few guys laughing. Paul pulled his fingers out of me all at once, making me moan in disappointment.

“Get up, slut.” He said and slapped my ass hard, there more laughing at the door and I could see three or four guys standing at the window as I stood and faced them. Then Paul stood up and his massive form blocked my view of the crack in the curtains. I looked up at him. “You’re a real, fuck whore. I can see in your eyes that you want to let in all those guys out there and let ’em rape you hard, all night. I’m glad I got you first, before that pussy’s blown out.” He reached around and shoved those three, long thick fingers deep into my lubed and ready slit. “I want you to unlock that door and then sit on my cock and greet your guests.” I wanna watch you bitch out while I pump your pussy and then I’m gonna drink your liquor and smoke your dope while I watch you take cock like a back alley nympho.” His face was close to mine now. I reach one of my hairy arms up around his neck and pulled him too me. He shoved his fingers hard into me as he forced his tongue deep into my throat. There was another, harder knock at the door.

“Yo! Time to share dat pussy!” I heard one of the guys on the other side of the door call out, followed by another round of rowdy laughter. I didn’t know how many men were outside my door, but my pussy was pulsing around Paul’s fingers in lust at the possibilities.

“I’m looking forward to sinking my pole into this sweet fucking hole, baby.” Paul whispered into my mouth, then slowly withdrew his fingers from me and lifted them to my lips. I suckled on them and licked them clean. He then slapped me lightly across the face and pushed me away from him. “Let ’em in, cunt.” He said and I turned towards the door as he swatted my ass with his massive hand.

I walked over and unlocked the door then turned to see him sitting there on the bed, his beautiful, nearly foot-long cock at full attention. I walked over to him, turned and bent forward. I felt the big head of that dick at my hole, he rubbed it up and down a couple of times to find the target, as I took a big hit on the poppers, and then we both moaned and he forced the head into the hole. I started to slide down on his cock slowly as I watched the doorknob turn and right as the door opened, my pussy swallowed the last inch of his cock. I sat on it, feeling my cunt get used the big invader.

The door opened to reveal four guys, all of them black. They all stopped in their tracks when they saw me sitting there on the giant Pole’s prick. I started to ride up and down a couple of inches, eyeing these sexy dudes in the doorway and feeling the rigid cock in my guts jump and throb in response to the heat of my pussy. I was in heaven. Two of the guys were the ones that I had winked at before, the other two were obviously with them, cause they had on various camo clothes and dogtags.

“Looks like we found a slut that likes to put on a show.” The oldest of the four said as he entered the room. He was in his early forties, solid muscle, bout 5’8″. He had the look of a mean ass drill sergeant and I loved it.

“I do Sir.” I said locking eyes with him and bending forward, I licked my lips still looking into his cold eyes. “You and your boys help yourself to a drink or whatever else looks good to you.” My eyes roamed over the hot bodies on the the three black men behind him. It was then that I noticed there were a few other men standing in the doorway, all of them black, all of them soldiers. Shit. I had hit the fucking jackpot. I hoped my hole was up for it.

“You heard the whore, men.” He called behind him as he stood there transfixed at the sight of my pussy swallowing Paul’s impossibly big cock. The guys, let out a hoot and started to enter the room. I counted seven, horny black army men now in my room. The last one in shut the door behind him, but I noticed that he left it open a crack. “This here is free pussy. The best fucking kind.” The older soldier said as he stepped towards me. He reached forward and grabbed my face shoving two fingers into my mouth in the process, which I suckled at hungrily. He pulled my face close to his. I could smell cigar, beer and sweat. “Me and my men are needing some release, and it looks like we found it.” He inserted a third finger into my mouth and shoved them in hard making me gag before I wrapped my throat muscles around his thick, callused digits and massaged them like a cunt on a cock. “You own this ho?” He asked over my head to Paul who was holding me by the hips and slamming me up and down on his monster meat like I was a toy. I buried my head in Sarge’s sweaty, chocolate neck and began to lick him subserviently, while I reached down and wrapped my hand around the fat snake in his pants.

“Naw, I’m staying in the room next door, he got me high and threw himself at me like a street walkin’ slut.” Paul replied, smacking my ass. “Already fed the bitch a load, and he got a deep, wet throat, you aughta try it on for size.”

“Oh, don’t you worry me and my boys gonna fuck this whore every way possible.” Sarge chuckled, pushing my head down and pulling me forward. Paul stood up and really started to slam that freak cock into my hungry ass. I pulled down the sweats that Sarge was wearing and started to nuzzle and sniff at the crotch of his boxers. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see pants coming down and big, black dicks being freed. I could smell weed and tobacco as the soldiers helped them self to my goods. I could hear beers opening and drinks being made.

“Looks like we might have to shove two dicks at once into this sleazy cunt to get a tight fit after he finishes getting stretched out by that fat, freak of a white cock.” I heard one of the soldiers say as I freed Sarge’s hard, black dick from his army boxers. It sprung up and hit me in the face. It was a hard, veiny, gnarled fucking piece of black prick and I wanted it in my throat, now. I lunged on it and swallowed it whole.

“Whoa! Fuck! Look at that bitch take dick!” I heard the various soldiers exclaim. I massaged that master cock with my throat pussy until he pulled it out half-way and slammed it back home.

“Holy fuck this whore can suck a dick!” Sarge called out to his men. He grabbed the back of my head and started to deep fuck my throat. I was in slut heaven. I had arrived at this dump of a motel less than an hour ago and I was about to get gang fucked by a bunch of black soldiers. Sometimes, you’re just in the right place at the right time.

Paul, the Pole and Sarge, got a good rhythm going. and they both fucked deep and hard. I could see around the room a bit, and there was a lot of beautiful black dick on display, hanging out as they all sat around drinking, smoking and waiting their turns. Sarge took a hit of poppers and held them under my nose too so I could get good hit. Then he grabbed my hair again and started to piston fuck my throat. Paul’s giant rod started to pulse harder in my pussy and he smacked my ass a few times before he rammed deep and shot his huge trucker load into my hairy hole. I massaged his cock with my ass muscles and he groaned as I sucked the last of his cum into my pussy. Sarge was thrusting slow and deep into my throat now, I sensed he was getting close too. But as Paul’s huge white snake slipped out of me, Sarge pulled his veiny black cock out of my mouth too. I was suddenly completely empty. I could feel the big Pole’s cum dripping out of my stretched out cunt and the warm air hitting my hole made my cock harder than ever. There was a lull as I grabbed a beer off the table and took a deep swig. Man did that taste good.

Sarge moved around behind me as Paul got up and started to pull on his shorts. I felt the fat head of Sarge’s slipping over my wide cunt lips and moaned deep. Paul took a seat, opened a beer and chuckled when I winked at him. He was a hot fucker. Kinda ugly, but that turned me on. He lit a smoke and a laughed as Sarge bent me forward and three of his soldiers stepped in front of me.

To be continued…

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From Part 1….

I served my four years and at each assignment, I was assigned to a company with another gay in it. That’s what was done; gay officers would get you assigned with other gay service members.

I got out and returned home to begin college. Mike did the same and again we were back home, living in the same house.

However this time I was positive that Mike was keeping something secret from me, and from the way he acted I was sure that he was feeling the same way about me.

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Part 2

Dad finally came to us and said, “Guys, I don’t know what’s going on between you two. but it’s got to stop. It’s obvious that something is bothering you two and it’s driving your mother crazy. I have to go to a convention next week and I’m taking your mother with me to get her away from this crap. We leave Friday morning and will be back Thursday evening. When we get back everything better be all resolved. Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir,” we said in unison.

They left on Friday and mike and I agreed that we’d start talking Saturday. We went out separate ways Friday night, neither of us sleeping at home.

I arrived home shortly before he did and started a pot of coffee. I had my cup when he walked in and poured his.

I see you didn’t come home last night either,” I said.

“No, I didn’t.”

We sat at the breakfast table and looked out at the pool.

“What’s happened between us,” Mike asked.

“I’m not totally sure but it started back in our early teens.”

“Yea, I remember,” Mike replied.

Deciding to see how he would reply, I said, “The main reason I wanted to have a separate bedroom is that I was beginning to look at other guys bodies and didn’t want you to know.”

“No shit? Same here,” he replied.

“Did you act on it?” I asked.

“Not then,” he told me . “What about you?”

“No.”

“But you did in basic training didn’t you?” he said.

“How did you know?”

“I had those feeling that we used to have when we were younger.”

“I had those same feelings about you. Is that when you acted on your feelings?”

“Yea. How did it start for you?”

I told him everything about how things started with the sarge and continued on base to base. I didn’t leave out any detail and when I concluded, I admitted that I was now gay.

“How did it start for you?”

he began his story.

“It was in basic also. I wasn’t feeling good and our DI sent me to the infirmary. I was given a note and some meds and sent back to the barracks. I was restricted to bed for three days. Well, one of the barracks guards was there and I was showering when he came in and started watching me. I noticed he had an erection in his pants and I started getting one. He smiled and when I finished showering he came over to me and dropped and started sucking me. He got me off and said that if I didn’t tell he’d do me any time I wanted. I agreed and the next day I asked him to do me again and after he did I did him out of curiosity. I liked it.”

He paused and got up for more coffee.

“What then?” I asked.

“A week later we had a weekend pass for the base. He and I went to the movie and later went for a walk just talking about sex. We ended up out where they were building new barracks. We found a private spot and had oral sex twice, and agreed to meet again the next day. We spent all the next day mostly nude and having sex. he taught me to kiss then hem asked me t fuck him and in return I let him fuck me. I liked it, even though it hurt. We had sex as often as possible and on the weekend we graduated from basic and had liberty in town we spent the entire weekend in bed sucking an fucking. Bro, we’re both gay.”

I looked at him and said, “We both tried to hide our sexual preference from each other fearing that the other wouldn’t accept it. That was the entire problem.

“Yep, it was,” he replied.

“Were you with someone last night?” I asked.

“Yea.”

“So was I.”

We both started laughing and got up and hugged each other.

“Now, how do we tell mom and dad?” I asked.

“We don’t, at least not for a while,” he replied.

We did our own thing that day and that evening, we fixed burgers and ate out by the pool. After we ate, Mike looked at me and said, “I’m going swimming.”

Jumping up, he quickly stripped nude and dove into the clear water. I laughed and stripped and quickly followed him. We clowned around and wrestled there in the clear water. When we stepped out of the pool we looked each other over and compared our hard cocks. They were identical also.

After cleaning up the kitchen, Mike asked me if I would like to go out with he and a couple of his friends. I agreed and it was a great evening. When it was over, Mike turned down an invitation from one of his friends to spend the night with him.

we returned home together and once inside he suggested we go for another swim. I agreed and soon we were again nude in the pool.

After a few moments, Mike swam up to me and as we faced each other I couldn’t stop my reaction. I reached out and took his face in my hands and we began tongue kissing passionately.

As we kissed, our hands began to explore each others bodies and soon we were fondling each others rock hard cocks.

After a moment, he took my hand and led me inside to his room and to his bed. The night was unbelievable. It was spent making hot passionate love. My brother and I tasted each others cocks for the first time and had the pleasure of fucking and being fucked by each other.

It was so awesome telling my brother how badly I wanted him. “Fuck me Mike. Shove that beautiful cock up my ass and fuck me.” It was ever hotter hearing him tell me nearly the same thing.

Sunday was continual sex. Then during the week we went to class, but at home we quickly got any of our studies out of the way then had a hot wild sixty-nine or we fucked each other. A lot of the time he would suck me dry then fuck me or I would do the same to him. After our sixty-nines, we would hold the cum in our mouths then tongue kiss and mix it together then each swallow a portion of it. I love eating my brothers hot thick sweet load.

The following two weeks were spring break and we decided to go to Ft. Lauderdale. We made a reservation at a gay clothing optional motel.

When our parent returned home, we suggested that we all go out to dinner. They couldn’t believe the difference in our attitudes.

Dad commented on the change but didn’t press us for an answer. We just said we had resolved our differences and that we were going away together for spring break.

We flew to Florida and rented a car and checked in at our motel. Our room was poolside, and everyone around the pool was nude. There were sliding glass doors leading from both the sitting room and bedroom out onto a small patio.

After setting our bags to the side, we decided not to close the drapes while we undressed. As we undressed, more and more guys in the pool gathered around so the could watch. We stripped slowly as they all cheered and once totally nude and with semi-boners, we opened the sliding glass door from the bedroom and stepped out onto the patio to loud cheers.

We entered the pool and everyone began exchanging first names. That night Mike and I had sex together but all the other nights we invited one and sometimes two other guys to join us. Some were guest at the motel and some were guy we met on the gay beach.

Of course, everyone we invited to join us wanted to see identical twins having sex. We gladly put on a show for them all.

The only thing Mike and I weren’t into was pain, bondage, or scat. Anything else was a go.

When out in the grass area by the pool, we all received many piss showers. Mike and I received as well and gave.

All too soon, spring break was over, and we had to return home. We had great evenings with our parents. Then, we suddenly lost Mom to a massive heart attack.

We both had quite a saving from out military pay and that summer we retuned to the motel in

Florida for a months vacation. That’s when it happened.

The night before we were to return home, Mike took me in his arms and after a long hot kiss he looked into my eyes and said, “Mark, I love you with all my heart and soul, and I would love nothing better that to have you agree to be my lover for the rest of our lives.”

I began crying and after another kiss I told him that it would be my dream to be his life partner.

We returned home and the following evening after dinner we asked to have a meeting with dad.

We told him about what our problem had been and that we realized that we were both gay.

Mike took over the conversation and said, “Dad, we know that you will probably think we’re wrong and sinners, but Mark and I love each other not only as brothers but deeper than that. I have ask him to be my lover and he has accepted.”

“Boys, I’ll be honest and say it isn’t the life I wanted for you two but the only thing that matters is that you are happy. If you are then I couldn’t be happier for you. and I hope you will continue to live here with me.”

“We are, but we’ll be moving back into one room and of course sharing one bed.” He smiled and nodded.

He came to us and hugged us more lovingly than he ever had before. Then as he stepped back and looked at us he smiled and said, “I think you should know something about me. I’m gay also.”

THE END…………

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Final chapter with Jake and Stu. Let me know in the comment whether or not you want to see either pop up in another story!

“Please, don’t answer the door! No one can find me like this.” Stu glared at me and pulled his underwear on and answered the door. I was nervous. I could scream for help and hope that someone heard me and didn’t assume that I was compliant in this impromptu BDSM venture and they’d be able to help. However, this was at the risk of pissing Stu off further, and having everyone know the truth. I decided on the first option. “HELP,” I screamed so loudly that I was surprised the neighbors did not hear. “HE FUCKING RAPED ME!” Soon several men spilled inside the room. Out of the five all of them looked like they belonged on the cover of men’s health with bulging muscles and shirts that were too tight. The more concerned of the two sat down on the bed next to my head. “What the hell Stu!” Stu sat silently in the throng of assorted men. They all resembled him in height, yet varied in skin tone and size. Two were muscular, white men one with a beard, and one without. The other was relatively bigger, yet still tall in stature. The last man who was by my head looked like a Caucasian version of Stu except with a stubbly black goatee. The rest of his body was massive. The man untied my hands while the other two unbound my ankles.

“He raped me!” I sat up trembling.

The man petted my head as if to comfort me while I noticed his hands sliding down my chest area. “What,” I muttered.

“You were supposed to wait for us to here man!” The man said while staring at me with a strange look.

“Sexy ain’t he Derek?” Stu smiled and I finally saw what was about to go down.

“Please man. I’m not a whore. You can’t turn me out to other guys that’s sick.” I spat nearly in tears, and scrambled to get off the bed.

Suddenly, Derek became violent and wrenched me back on the bed by my ankle. “Hold him guys.” He said to the rest of the men. With that they all proceeded to grab me by arms and ankles while Derek gathered me in a headlock. I tried scratching at his arms to get free. I couldn’t breathe properly and my attempts at kicking the other two large men were made in vain. “Open your mouth,” The man whispered harshly into my ear. “You’re going to make good on your promise, and when that’s done all will be over, and you’ll be rid of us. You have my word. Now you can go down kicking and screaming or you can let me make this easy, hell even more enjoyable for you. You decide.”

I chose the latter. I screamed more loudly for help when a sudden jab to my stomach caused me to see stars. I opened my mouth in surprise when two pills were jammed down my throat. “SWALLOW!” Derek commanded. “I swear to God if you don’t swallow. I’ll make your life a living hell.”

His tone let me know he was serious. I swallowed hesitantly. Immediately, I started to feel the effects of whatever drugs I had taken. I was acutely aware of everything that was going on yet my muscles felt like they had been halted. I couldn’t move anything nor could I stop what was about to happen.

“The muscle relaxer should be strong enough to keep him still until we finish.” Derek said to Stu unbuttoning his own shirt.

“Good,” said Stu stepping out of his boxers once more. He grabbed me by the ankles and swung my body to the side of the bed. “Who’s first?” Stu said smiling. A fear of dread spread through my entire body. They were each going to take turns fucking me like some kind of sex toy, and there’s nothing that I could do about it. Derek seemed to be the first volunteer. I squeezed my eyes tight so as not to see the initial plunge. I felt a hand take out the dildo, and for a moment my ass felt safe. The man must have made a move as to try and fuck me because Stu said stop in a way that haulted all activity.

“The best way to inspire a good fucking is through marking the ass as ours.” He smiled coyly and produced a bright red paddle from his bag of hell. “Derek you may do the honors while I go fetch condoms. The store across the street has them. Wouldn’t wanna catch anything.” He winked at me and told the boys to have fun while he dressed and left.

After having seen Stu leave, Derek the rowdiest of the group took it upon himself to “mark” my ass. “Let’s get that ass bright and red for you babe,” he said sadistically.

Suddenly, the wooden paddle felt my flesh. The pain made me instantly tear up, and I felt my ass grow red. I whimpered in pain trying my best to not give them the satisfaction that they so desired. Each whimper brought an excited buzz among the men. Some were slowly undressing. Two of the larger men were rubbing each other’s growing hardons through their workout shorts all while I yelped in pain.

“Please stop!” I begged. My ass more than likely resembled a tomato at this point and the skin from my ass felt like it’d peel off with one more whip of the paddle.

“Now say you’re sorry and that you’ll be a good boy.” Derek made no efforts to conceal his large boner in fact most of the men were in the corner in various states of undress. Making out, moaning, and feeling one another. “We bring out the paddle again if you act up. Now say yes sir!”

I croaked out a compliant, “Yes sir” to which I heard the door swing open. Another round of poppers was applied to my nose by someone I didn’t know as Stu walked over to me. He sound irritated and he shoved Derek up against a wall. He slapped him roughly and jabbed his finger against his chest. “Pull that shit again and I’ll tell everyone about Mexico.”

“No need to make threats man! Just having a little fun.” Derek said nonchalantly. “Didn’t mean to fuck over your boyfriend!”

Derek giggled and took one of the waiting condoms from the brown bag Stu was carrying. “Now to bust this ripe ass open.” He rolled on the condom and shed his shirt revealing a body that outshined all the others. My ass stung further as I heard the sound of Derek spitting on my hole as a form of extra lube. Mistakenly I opened up my eyes just in time to see and feel his hard dick pressed against my hole. I desperately wanted to shut my eyes again, aware of how huge the man’s dick was simply from feeling the girth alone, yet I was oddly intrigued. I had only ever been fucked by Stu. This new man piqued my curiosity and once again I’m ashamed to say that my penis became enlarged once again. I moaned in shock as he entered me. This was a new type of pain. Whereas I had experienced dicks that were long in size I had never experienced a dick with such girth. Could I have screamed without evoking further rage I would have done so, yet all I could do was look away and lay breathlessly as the man pushed in further and further. My asshole was being stretched to extraordinary lengths and Derek wasn’t being gentle at all forcing himself into me inch by inch with no heed to the amount of pain that was being caused. My body and mind fell into shock again and I screamed inwardly.

“Stop! Dammit you’re hurting him.” I hazily made out the words that were coming out of Stu’s mouth. “This is supposed to be sensual and pleasurable not some giant prison shank.” Stu had shed his clothing long ago as well and was jacking one of the other more muscular men when he stopped and glared disapprovingly. Derek smiled. “Sorry man. Didn’t realize you hadn’t broken him in properly.” With that Derek proceeded to make an attempt at going easy on my poor asshole. However, I was still in immense pain for several minutes as he pounded away with my legs on his shoulder. Another man with brown skin and brilliantly white teeth approached where my mouth was and stuck his dick inside wordlessly. The uncut cock slid down my throat easily and I made no effort to bite, afraid of his adverse reaction. “Siith” I said with a mouthful of cock. Derek had taken his dick out of my ass, and a new one had replaced it. From the corner of my eye I could make out the larger man. His dick felt fat as it entered me. He knew how to work it well. I soon began to feel a pleasure in my ass that turned my dick harder. I soon felt another dick in my mouth that felt as if it belonged to Derek. It was thick and he shoved it so far down my throat that I gasped for air. He pulled it out due to Stu’s reprimanding him.

I’d never heard concern in Stu’s voice just lust and possessing ever sense the first time we fucked. He seemed…caring and worried about me. Soon everyone started to focus primarily on me as opposed to before when they were 69’ing one another and kissing passionately in various corners of the room. I felt hands touch my abs and run through my hair. A mouth soon encased my own dick as another entered my ass and mouth. They were taking turns pleasuring themselves, yet pleasuring me primarily. There was no longer pain in my ass and each dick that entered my mouth I sucked desperately and with hunger. I was even surprised at my enthusiasm. Oddly, enough no one came. I tasted the precum of all of the men, yet not one came into my mouth, that is until it was time for Stu’s turn.

A man tenderly stuck the tip of his dick in my mouth. Surprisingly, I remembered the feel. The shape and girth were so familiar to me that I sucked almost instinctively. By now I knew that it belonged to that of Stu, the deep, chocolate color of it becoming clearer in my sight. My head sat between the two muscular thighs, as he stuck himself inside my mouth deeper. As he started to moan in pleasure a peculiar thing happened. Although the drugs had made me weak I used what remaining muscles in my tongue to flick the slit of the dick. I was actually starting to enjoy servicing him! He held my held up so as not to choke me. This was unlike the other men who had entered the room horny and willing to fuck a corpse if need be it was sensual, yet carnal, and painful yet gratifying all at the same time. Being with Stu was an assortment of emotions that I couldn’t figure out. All I knew was that his moans were encouragement and each guttural one made my already hard dick twitch harder.

One of the other guys named Joey withdrew from my ass and said, “Can we please cum? This hot piece of ass is ready for it. He slapped my raw and reddened ass, and I flinched in pain.”

“That’s my ass you’re talking about,” Stu said somberly. “And I will be the one finishing.” He took the dick out of my mouth and another one was unceremoniously tossed in. Soon I felt my tender ass lift into the air, and my legs hoist onto his shoulders as Stu took the job of fucking me last. A tongue flicked in and out of me, and I moaned in ecstasy. To some extent I was actually enjoying myself and it shamed me. After rimming me for a couple of minutes Stu gently plunged his dick into my ass. This time it felt different somehow. He took his time with my stretched orifice first inserting the head then slowly gaining traction as he’d done so many times before. I couldn’t quite make out how it was different but as I felt him slide into me over and over again I couldn’t help but to feel an overwhelming sense of pleasure unlike any I’d experienced before. He licked my foot seductively and I felt another pair of men fuck loudly next to us. Soon Stu relinquished my foot and kissed my neck. “I’m going to cum he whispered.” As I felt Stu start to cum another man had taken to jacking my dick while Stu pistoned. As soon as Stu’s seed coated my ass an unbelievable orgasm sputtered from my cock as well covering my abs. Stu groaned a content groan. The other men ceased fucking next to me and made a circle around me while jacking. One by one cum flew everywhere. By the time each man was done my hair, body, mouth, and ass was covered in it. Derek even held me roughly by the hair as he forced me to swallow his bitter semen. After everyone was finished Stu loudly commanded them leave.

As everyone spilled out of the room with clothes, and dicks in hand Stu wordlessly went and closed the door behind them. I sat unable to process my feelings. It had all felt so wrong when it was happening like a prison yard rape. Yet, I missed the sensations. I had been given such amazing pleasure in those two hours more so then I’d ever gotten with anyone. Stu came back and removed the nipple clamps, and picked me up like a rag doll still not saying a thing. The dried cum still entrenched in my hair, I felt like a dirty whore, and it took all of my energy not to cry in his chocolate, sensual arms right then. I buried my head in his chest as we headed for the bathroom. He set me down in the tub and turned warm water on. I pondered what would happen next as the tub filled with soothing waters that rushed over my entire body. Stu left and came back with a washcloth and sat behind me in the tub, legs and body pressed up against mine. His heart beat fast against my chest, and I grew a boner once again without even thinking about it. Every part of this was sensual, and amazing. Stu ran the washcloth over my abs cleaning the dried cum from my worn and over-sensationed body. He turned the shower on and the cum disappeared from my hair cleansing me from any hate or guilt I had felt from Stu’s hands. Suddenly, I felt his hardening dick press against my ass. As he groped it he kissed all down my spine, and over my face. Without saying a word he pressed himself into me, and I gave over to his passion. I kissed him back just as deeply and ground my hips into him under the warm, encompassing water. He grabbed my body and played with my hair while kissing my neck.

“You will always be mine,” He said matter-of-factly, yet strongly as if I had no other option. I kissed him back and continued to ride him, and in that moment I knew it was true. I wanted Stu more than anything in this world, and no matter how much I wished I could hate him I couldn’t. He had opened me up both literally and physically speaking and we would be my largest regret and yet my hugest accomplishment, yet I didn’t care. “Just fuck me.” I whispered softly. And with that we melted into one another.

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Good Dog

by Everett

Part 7

“Do you remember back when you first came to live with me I told you that sometimes masters and their dog slaves get together for parties?” Christopher asked.

“Woof, woof,” Randy replied.

“Well,” Christopher went on, “I got an invitation to Paul’s for a little party on Saturday. Of course, I accepted.”

“Woof,” Randy said. He sniffed around the yard searching for a new and interesting smell, pretending at nonchalance.

“Come here, damn you. I’m talking to you.”

Randy returned to his where his master was sitting on the patio.

“Sit,” Christopher said.

Randy sat obediently and looked at his master.

“All the dogs will be in full dog regalia. There will be some masters there that you haven’t met yet, so I expect you to be on your very best behavior.”

Randy was uncertain about going to a party where he knew he would be expected to service masters other than his own. He sat mutely and blinked up at Christopher.

“Well, Hot Shot. What do you have to say? Are you going to be a good doggie and make me proud?”

Put that way, Randy was more amenable to the prospect. He would do anything to make his master proud of him. “Woof, woof,” he answered. He lolled out his tongue and panted to show his eagerness to please.

“Good dog,” Christopher said. He ran his fingers through Randy’s curls and kissed his nose.

“Woof,” Randy said.

“You will have to be naked from the time we leave here until the time we get back.”

Randy cocked his head to one side and blinked his eyes.

“Not to worry,” Christopher said. “Of course, no one will be able to see you in our driveway, and you may ride lying on the back seat to Paul’s if you’d like.”

“Woof.”

“You’ve never been to Paul’s place. His is the only house on a large property. It has a long lane leading up to the front portico. You’ll think you’re arriving at Tara. No one but the invited guests will be able to see you at that end. It will be very secluded.”

Randy sighed audibly. “Woof, woof,” he said.

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The evening of Paul’s party was balmy and mild. Christopher led Randy to his car by his chain leash. In addition to the usual dog accouterments, he was wearing his new brown leather dog hood.

“I know I’ve told you that when you are a dog you are to communicate only by barking or using other non-human means,” Christopher said while driving to Paul’s. “However, not all masters follow this convention. If another master asks you a direct question or it is obvious that he expects you to talk, you are to speak to him. Be as respectful as if you were talking to me as my human slave.”

“Woof, woof,” Randy said.

It was dusk when Christopher drove between the pillars at the end of Paul’s driveway. There were several high end import sport cars and large SUVs clustered near the large garage. Randy was on all fours on the back seat gazing out of his window. “Here we are, Hot Shot,” Christopher said as he parked under an ancient oak. He got out and opened the door for Randy to crawl out. “Let’s join the others.”

He led Randy by his chain through a tall hedge to the deck of a large swimming pool. Five men, obviously masters, were seated on chaises at the pool’s edge or on stools near the bar. Paul got up and walked over to greet Christopher. “Come and met my friend from Savannah,” he said and introduced him to a tall, dark muscle stud named Eric. His red plaid shirt was opened and his jeans were worn at the crotch and knees. The two shook hands.

“We’re about ready to start the show,” Paul said. “Why don’t you get a drink. Then we can get under way.”

“I didn’t know there was to be a show,” Christopher said.

“It’s nothing much. Just our little answer to the Westminster Dog Show,” Paul said waving his left hand in his best imitation of Bette Davis.

Christopher led Randy by his leash to the bar. He spoke to Marc, a man Randy didn’t know but who was apparently an acquaintance of Christopher. Christopher ordered a beer from Justin, the bubble-butted blond beauty of a bartender who was wearing nothing but a cherry red jock strap.

Randy took a moment to look around. He was surprised to see a bitch a little way off, standing with Rowdy. He had expected this to be an all male party.

When Christopher joined the other masters, Paul said in a loud voice, “If I may have your attention, gentlemen, I’d like to introduce all the masters and their dogs.”

Each master was called in turn to parade his dog in front of the others and to have his dog perform simple tasks. Of course, Eric showed both his male and his female. The female, Amy, received a warm, if condescending, round of applause.

When it was Christopher’s turn, Randy followed the example of the other dogs. Even though he was unprepared, he performed well when Christopher commanded him to speak, sit, roll over and play dead. The guests clapped and cheered. Christopher smiled broadly as he rubbed Randy’ shoulders and back.

Paul was the last to show off his pet. Rowdy’s last command was to sniff the assholes of the other dogs which he did with much ceremony to the amusement of the masters.

After the show was over, the masters went back to socializing. The talk began to drift to the topic of dogs and which ones looked as if he could give great head or which might be a hot fuck.

Christopher had unhooked Randy’s leash from his collar. He began to amble around the pool area. He noticed that there were tables here and there with things the guests might find convenient. In addition to napkins and plates for hors d’oeuvres, there were were boxes of tissues, jars and bottles of lubricants and bowls of foil wrapped condoms. On the bar he saw what he recognized as marijuana and papers for wrapping. Mr. Cimeneaux had apparently thought of everything.

Further off, Randy saw Rowdy standing with Amy at the far side of the pool. He went over to them.

“Hey, Randy,” Rowdy said in a low voice so none of the masters could hear. “This is Amy. She’s one of Eric’s dogs.”

“Yes,” Randy said. “I remember her from the show.”

“My master swings both ways,” Amy said. “Right now he’s apparently swinging in your direction.”

Randy looked where Amy was looking. Eric had opened his fly and lowered his jeans to mid thigh. He was half sitting, half lying on a chaise and a dog was licking his exposed balls. Eric took hold of the dog’s head and directed his mouth to his growing erection. The dog took the cue and began sucking.

Another master looked over, saw the action, and called his dog to service him.

“We’d better go over there,” Rowdy said.

“Why?” Randy asked.

“To be there when we’re wanted,” Rowdy said. “That’s why you’re here, Randy boy. That’s why you’re here.”

The three made their way toward the group of masters. As he passed a chaise Randy heard a deep bass voice call to him. He looked in the direction of the voice and saw the darkest complexioned man he had ever seen. The man stood. He was wearing a black leather vest and chaps with nothing under them. He was lifting his big balls with a meaty hand and said, “Yeah. You. Come here.”

Randy approached and the man said, “Suck it.” He lifted his fat cock.

Randy lolled his tongue through the mouth hole of his dog hood. The man slapped Randy’s tongue with his cock several times. “What’s your name, Dog?” he asked.

“Randy, Sir.”

“Well, Randy, my name’s Jesse, and you’re going to make me a very happy man this evening.”

“Yes, Sir,” Randy said.

“Do you like my big, black cock?” Jesse asked.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Then suck it good,” Jesse said.

Randy opened his mouth and closed his lips around the thick shaft. He moved his head back and forth and felt the cock lengthen and grow hard in his mouth. He began to salivate and wet the shaft. The man thrust his hips forward and forced his bulbous head into Randy’s throat. He held Randy’s head still and forced his cock in and out. He fucked with little stabbing thrusts until Randy pulled back, gasping for air.

“Get back on it, Boy,” Jesse ordered.

Randy went back down on Jesse’s hard cock. He swirled his tongue over its surface and tasted his pungent precum for the first time. He pulled his mouth off his cock and licked down its side to the base and nibbled at the coarse hairs that grew there.

He was aware of groans coming from the next chaise. He glanced over and saw Christopher on his back with his legs spread. Another master’s dog was eating his asshole. “Lick it,” Christopher said. “Eat my ass.”

Randy took one of Jesse’s balls in his mouth. He thought he had never seen such big balls on a man. He was intensely aware of the warmth that emanated from Jesse’s crotch. He buried his face between his ball sack and meaty thigh and breathed deeply of his musky smell. He licked the ball and moved to take the other one in his mouth. “Good,” rumbled Jesse’s deep voice. “You’re doing a good job. Lick those man balls.”

Randy nuzzled behind Jesse’s ball sack and licked his perineum and the inside of his thighs. “Make my cock hard, Boy. I want to fuck your petty white boy ass.”

Randy went back to Jesse’s cock and deep-throated it.

Jesse sat and took a silver wrapped condom from the table beside his chaise. He rolled the condom down his shaft and smeared it with lube. He held it by the base making it stand at a right angle from his pelvis. “Sit on it,” he said.

Randy crawled up on the chaise and put his feet on either side of Jesse’s hips. He lowered himself until he felt his pucker grazing Jesse’s glans. Jesse placed his hands on Randy’s hips and raised his pelvis until the head of his cock forced its way through the ring of Randy’s ass. “Yes,” Randy said.

He sat, slowly lowering himself until he felt Jesse’s pubes against his ass. He wriggled getting a good feel of the man. “Do it,” Jesse said. “Fuck yourself on my big, black cock.”

Randy lowered his mouth to Jesse’s. Jesse pushed his tongue into Randy’s mouth and the two tongues licked and darted against each other.

Randy began a rhythmic motion, raising and lowering himself on Jesse’s shaft. He could feel juices from his ass seep out making Jesse’s cock slippery. Jesse’s cock filled his ass and Randy squirmed his butt, reveling in the sensation of being filled with a hard cock.

“Be still,” Jesse said. Randy stopped moving, holding his hole open above Jesse’s pelvis. Jesse started to thrust his cock upward. In and out. He picked up his rhythm and fucked Randy. “Take it,” he cried.

“Ohh. Ahh,” Randy sighed. “Fuck me with that hard cock.”

Someone placed his hands on Randy’s shoulders and pushed him forward. He was pressed against Jesse’s sweating chest. He felt a second cock touching his stuffed hole. Jesse stopped his fucking as the intruder tried to push into Randy. He had never been double fucked before, but it was about to happen now. Randy managed to look over his shoulder and recognized the second man as Marc.

Marc pushed and pushed, and Randy pushed out trying to make his hole larger. Finally it happened. Marc entered Randy and began fucking, sliding against the sensitive underside of Jesse’s hard cock. Randy thought his asshole was being ripped apart. He put his arms around Jesse’s shoulders and held on.

Jesse resumed his upward thrusting as Marc fucked. Soon they synchronized a rhythm. Marc pushed in as Jesse pulled out. The sensation was too much for Jesse. “Christ,” he cried. “You’re gonna make me come.”

Randy felt Jesse push hard, burying his cock deeply into him as he shot his first jet of cum.

“Cream his hole,” Marc said. Jesse shot again and again filling the end of the condom as Marc increased the pace of his fucking. Jesse’s cock grew soft and slipped out of Randy as Marc fucked even faster and deeper. He pushed down on Randy’s shoulders, pinning him uncomfortably against Jesse.

Marc increased the pace of his fucking until he too cried out. “God. I’m gonna come.” Randy felt Marc’s cock swell as he shot jet after jet of hot cum into his condom. He fell against Randy and slowly pulled his cock out of him. He ripped his condom off and smeared his load over Randy’s back and ass.

Finally Marc stood and wandered off. Randy pushed himself off Jesse and stood. He stooped and kissed Jesse one last time and walked away. He passed Amy as Paul pushed his cock into her asshole and began to fuck. And further on, another master Randy didn’t remember was plowing the bubble but of Justin, grasping the elastic waistband of his cherry red jock strap like a cowboy riding a bucking bronco.

“He’s fucked her before,” Rowdy told Randy when they were alone together on the far side of the pool. “I don’t know what the attraction is. She’s a nice girl, but, I mean, she is a girl. I just don’t get it.”

“Justin’s a hot number,” Randy said. “I’d take his cock if it were offered.”

“Amen to that,” Rowdy answered. “He’s not only pretty as a picture, but he throws a mean fuck.”

“You sound like the voice of experience.”

“I am, and I hope to experience him again sometime.”

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“So, what did you think of your first dog show?” Christopher asked as he turned onto the road at the end of Paul’s long lane.

“It was pretty much as I expected it would be,” Randy answered. “Except for the show part.

“And for being double fucked,” he added. “I’ll have to get prepared for that before the next time.”

“I could help with that,” Christopher said and he gave a low laugh.

“Yeah,” Randy said. “You could do that. It sounds like it might be fun.”

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The glory hole preoccupied my thoughts. Just knowing it was there, waiting for me, kept me thinking about it, kept me horny. The hole, a four-inch diameter cutout in a wooden partition in a dimly lit, very busy naval head, was waiting for me. Through it came the best swabby meat imaginable, eager to be serviced, needing to come, grateful for the attention of a good cocksucker. And let’s face it, I am a good cocksucker.

Whenever I headed for the glory hole, anticipating what I knew I’d find there waiting for me, waves of carnal emotion would churn through my gut. Lust and desire mingled with curiosity and fear. I didn’t want to get caught cocksucking, but I couldn’t force myself to stay away because I knew there would always be a minimum of at least one nice cock every few minutes eagerly waiting to have its heavy load coaxed out by my hot mouth and throat.

Merely walking towards the head was exciting. My breathing was rapid, my step lively. I felt passers-by knew my destination and my intent just by looking at me. The closer I got to that toilet, to that glory hole, the more my guts churned. The feelings were as intense as those you have just before you are going to come. Not the orgasm itself but those forceful stirrings in your abdomen, the lifting of your balls, that let you realize how sexually excited you are, how anxious to suck cock you are, and how dangerous it is to flirt with getting caught by the Shore Patrol. Sex and danger: an intoxicating combination!

During my first visit, a friendly, sexy sailor had told me the head was always busiest during the lunch hour. The very next day, I went back for lunch.

One dim naked bulb bathed the small room with a mellow glow. There was a wash basin and mirror and three cubicles. One cubicle was door-less and contained a urinal. The other two cubicles, next to each other, had doors, and the wall between them held that great glory hole, one of the busiest glory holes I’ve ever found. The edge of the hole was very smooth and showed unmistakable signs of constant use. The walls displayed innumerable lewd comments and suggestions, and, on what was generally the “giving” side, there was an excellent, large mural of five horny, naked men arranged in a sort of standing daisy-chain, circle-jerk – two being sucked off and three jacking off to robust, spurting orgasms. I often felt that the novice sitting there wondering exactly what to do, if not helped by such signs as SHOW HARD FOR BLOW-JOB, would find the drawing very instructional, even inspirational.

As I entered, two young men were hanging around near the sink. They seemed to be waiting for something. I felt a bit apprehensive, but I pushed on the door of the first cubicle. To my surprise, it opened and the cubicle was empty. I went in quickly. As I opened my pants and prepared to sit down, I glanced through the glory hole and saw that someone was already sitting in the next booth; a sailor in uniform. I sat down and looked closer. He had his knees wide apart and his hand thrust down into his crotch concealing his equipment between thick thighs. He leaned towards the glory hole, apparently trying to see what I was up to. I opened my shirt and spread my legs, beginning a bold masturbation, which he could plainly watch. My cock, already aroused by my anticipation of success in this place, responded quickly to my loving manipulations. I had already discovered by then that men seem to want to be assured that the cocksucker is getting unmistakable sexual pleasure out of what he is doing, not just mindlessly sucking cock. The quickest way of breaking the ice, I had found, was to flaunt a stiff boner at them. In this case, the guy leaned away from the hole, stretched out, and slowly brought his own stiff cock up into view, pumping deliberately on the thick organ as he did so, displaying it to me. It was a beauty!

I put a finger to the lower edge of the hole. It was all the encouragement he required. He stood up quickly, turned to the hole and aimed his cock through. It’s always an amazing sight to witness, perhaps my favorite sight: a long, thick, circumcised cock, glowing with lust, slowly poking through the hole to my side. Being held down by his hand as he pokes it through, until most of it is through and he lets go. It pops its thick head up towards the ceiling as his groin crushes against the wooden partition. The cock throbs lustfully, waiting for my first touch. It appears much larger than it had looked between his legs and stands proudly, gleaming in the dim light.

I want to fondle it. Play with it. Jack it. Lick it. Kiss it. Suck it! Make love to it. I want to take my time and really enjoy it. But he wants IN. As I touch it, quickly and gently, flittering my fingers up and down its impressive length, measuring its substantial girth, he suddenly whispers the husky order, “Suck it!” I hear the two boys waiting outside the booth snicker quietly and knowingly at the command but they say nothing. As I lean towards the cock, examining it closely, smelling its masculine odors, salivating at the thought of having such a beauty in my mouth, it occurs to me that the two boys are simply awaiting their turns to be on the giving side of the glory hole. It surprised me that they would actually just wait, like this, for a blowjob. And together! And while someone else is obviously getting his rocks off! For me, up until that moment, the few times I had been involved with a glory hole, it was almost always only with one other guy. If someone else showed up in the restroom, action would stop. But this place was different. Really different!

A long, low, drawn out, heartfelt, “Yeah,” is sighed by the sailor as I suck his fat cockhead into my mouth. The glans is surprisingly hot. As I suck, a ribbon of lubricating fluid oozes from the deep slit. My tongue whisks around the flaring grooves of the thick cockhead, moistening it. It feels great in my mouth. I push downward, shoving the cock to the back of my throat. I back up and try again, and again. Slowly the long cock penetrates into my throat, easing downward, thick and full. I swallow. He hisses with pleasure, noisily. I continue my rhythmic movement, lengthening the smooth strokes, until the full length of the big penis is completely enveloped, my lips protruding through the glory hole touching pubic hair, my forehead pressed firmly against the wooden panel separating us.

“Oh, man,” he sighs loudly, “that feels fantastic! It’s in all the way!”

Again, the two outside the booths make verbal noises, but I sense a spirit of envy and longing in their reactions this time.

My experience in handling big cocks once again helps me enjoy deep-throating the bull cock in my throat, and I turn on all the power of my technique to give the guy a memorable sexual experience and a terrific orgasm. In no time at all, he’s counter-thrusting against the partition, jabbing cock into me as I ride its full length, tip to base and back again, up and down. It’s a glorious ride! We fall into a harmony of thrusts and sucking which give both of us maximum pleasure. It’s at moments like this, that I fully realize why I love cocksucking so much. It gives me total pleasure! And it obviously gives great pleasure to my partner.

Suddenly, he says, “Now!” very loudly. A split-second later, his cock stiffens to steely hardness. A heartbeat later, the first spectacular spurt of sperm juice fills my mouth. Then another. I swallow. Then another. And another. Its taste is awesome. The thick, hot syrup, spurting heavily into my mouth, gets me so excited that I almost shoot my own load. I have to calm myself down. I think about the noises were making, thrashing about and crashing into the partition and I worry briefly that I’ll be turned in.

But, when finished, the sexy sailor tugs his cock back through the hole, grabs his pants and scoots out the squeaky door. I hear him at the wash basin, cleaning up, as I watch the booth door open and see one of the other two young men entering. His fist is at his fly and he’s unzipping as he moves. He comes to stand right in front of the glory hole and pauses. It’s tantalizing. He reaches into his pants and tugs out a stiff, man-sized rod. He strokes it lovingly for a moment, knowing that my eyes are only inches from it on the other side of the hole. He displays it boldly. He’s proud of it. I purse my lips in the hole and make quiet sucking noises. He sighs, “Yeah, you want it, don’t you,” and he pushes the head of his cock onto my moist, sticky lips. I kiss it and then suck it into my mouth. It slips in easily, aided by the lubricating semen remaining in my mouth. Its rigid contours tickle and delight the membranes of my mouth and I experience a real thrill at having his cock in me. He seems to respond perfectly to the insistence of my sucking and grows stiffer and stiffer in my mouth, while groaning with pleasure. He comes quickly.

I settled into a routine. I’d get to the head early in the morning, just after 6:30, stay for half an hour or so depending on the action, and come back for about half an hour around lunchtime.

Usually, there wasn’t much idle time. Traffic into the head was almost always constant at about three or four horny sailors per half-hour in the early morning, and seven or eight per half-hour at lunchtime, on normal days. On quieter days, there’d be fewer sailors, but I could savor the contact more completely, enjoy the subtleties of varying techniques, while giving expert service to the happy recipients.

One night, an aircraft carrier and its escort ships arrived at the base. The next day I first noticed the impact big ships had on the traffic in the toilet. It was about two weeks after I had first discovered the glory hole. I had come to the men’s room for the second time at 11 o’clock. The 6:30 period had been unremarkable, just a few nice cocks to suck, so I was really surprised to find a waiting line inside the toilet room. Up ’til then I had been delighted to find one or two fellows actually standing around in the toilet waiting for the booth to become free so they could get a blow job, too, but that was infrequent. Now, there were 20 of them! Military training that encourages patient waiting on line was being put to its best effect. And the first booth was empty! I smiled, feeling flushed and embarrassed, but went right into the booth.

Dropping my pants quickly, and sitting down, I looked through the glory hole at the guy sitting on the next commode. His muscular, naked legs were spread wide and his right hand and forearm were busy moving between his legs obscuring my view of the long cock he was very obviously playing with.

I put my left hand on my hip, holding my shirt back. My thighs were spread, and, using my right hand, which didn’t obscure his view of my cock and balls, I let him watch as I worked my cock to full-throbbing erection in a few long massaging strokes.

As soon as he saw my cock growing, he shifted his erection into full view, too. In what I’ve always regarded as an optical illusion, the cock in his hand looked rather small between his two very muscular thighs. As soon as I beckoned to it with my finger at the hole, he stood up and shoved an 8-inch cock through the hole into my eager face. It had looked so small down there between his massive thighs!

Its size, close up, was awesome. The shaft, so large that my fingers could barely reach all the way around, was uniformly straight and stiff, circumcised, with tight skin. The glans was about the same diameter as the shaft, but deeply crimson, shiny and smooth, smeared with pre-cum from his play while waiting, and smelling of cigarette smoke from his fingers. A drop of pre-cum began dripping off of the hot, meaty head. My tongue flicked out and caught it in mid-air, then continued forward and licked the underside of the cock and pressed upward to the sensitive glans. My tongue’s rough surface lashed against the smooth skin. Another drop of pre-cum oozed out, onto the tongue.

My mouth closed over the large cockhead, and I sucked on the cum-slit, drawing out a large quantity of sticky liquid. I swallowed, sucking on the glans. I heard him gasp, and whisper, “That’s it.” I thought I heard a few snickers from the group that was waiting.

Sucking harder, I pushed onto the shaft, filling my mouth. I began a steady rhythm of pushing forward and pulling backward, taking more and more of the fat cock into my mouth, slowly letting the huge organ penetrate into my throat.

His hips began an alternating rhythm, pulling back as I did, thrusting forward as I pushed forward, causing maximum movement of his cock through my mouth and throat; withdrawing to the very tip, pounding in to the very hilt, his balls thudding softly against the wooden partition as his hips ground forward.

While he maintained the sensual rhythm, I pressed against my side of the wall, my suctioning lips so far into the hole that I could feel the hair on his scrotum lightly brush against my lower lip as he pounded forward, breathing harder and harder.

I held that position, letting him fuck my mouth. His thrusts became shorter and more powerful, his cock embedded deep in my throat. I swallowed.

“Fuck!” we all heard him call out, loudly. He came in long spurts, bucking against the wall in noisy thrusts. I backed off to catch some cum on my tongue and pressed to the base again. He shot such a startling amount that I had to swallow six or seven times before it started letting up. It must have been a while since his last orgasm there was so much jism in him.

He pulled out with a half-whimper. Leaning down, while adjusting his clothing and putting that great meat away, he smiled at me – a warm, friendly smile. He straightened up and left the booth.

Immediately, without the squeaky door having closed, another sailor took his place, entering the booth with his hard cock already out of his pants, yanking at the belt and buttons. He was in some kind of a hurry.

He didn’t wait for an invitation. As soon as his pants slid below his balls, he jammed his cock into the hole and right into my waiting mouth. The semen and saliva mixture in my mouth aided easy entry of the entire cock on the first thrust.

I heard a gasp. It came from my right, not from over the partition. I strained to look sideways, after all I had a stiff cock down my throat and it wasn’t like I could just turn my head and look. Two faces were peering in, one over the other, watching with bulging eyes. They had both seen the cock, a big one, slide smoothly down my throat, and one of them had gasped at the sight of it.

My right hand left my cock and I gave them an “Okay” sign as best I could, not really caring if they watched or not. I didn’t hear the door close.

The cock in my mouth was throbbing noticeably. With the third or fourth down stroke of my sucking mouth, it spurted a heavy load onto my tongue. I swallowed and more spurts followed. This guy was quick. He pulled out and left without comment.

The same thing happened again. Without waiting for the door to close another young man pushed in tugging at his fly, not bothering to lock the door. A nice cock popped out, stiff and ready, red and insistent aimed at the glory hole.

I made sucking noises for a very brief moment, before my mouth was stuffed with hot, urgent meat, wanting to be sucked. Five or six full thrusts, with the cock in to the base, and he shot off a good load.

His was replaced immediately by another demanding cock. I noticed that several times heads would peer in, around my door, and watch the action for a while.

This went on for one hour. Only one hour. But I had kept track by penciling one mark for each orgasm on the wall beside the hole. I had to say, “Wait a minute”, to a very young looking sailor who had slipped into the booth grinning at me through the hole, next in line for a blowjob. I tallied the hour’s work. Thirty-two marks! About one every two minutes. I couldn’t believe it!

I said, “Wait a second,” again, to the sailor. I stood up, shuffled to the door with my pants at my ankles, and peered out. There was a line exactly as long as when I had started. I asked, lamely, “Anyone out there waiting for this booth?”

Several fellows chuckled, but no one volunteered.

“Keep it up,” someone said. Another then said, “Yeah, shit, man, don’t leave now, for Christ’s sake.” More chuckles.

But then everyone seemed to start talking at once as they figured that I was going to leave. Most of them simply repeated the phrase “Don’t leave now”, and generally there was a pleading tone in the voices.

I thought of suggesting a circle-jerk to the lot of them, with me in the middle, but I figured that I wouldn’t be successful with such a daring idea. I liked the thought. They all seemed to have about the same eager sexiness. But I figured I wouldn’t be able to pull it off.

I laughed, saying, “Okay, Okay, I’m not leaving. But pass the word that I’m looking for a replacement, and knock on this door twice when someone arrives. Shit, fellows, I can’t do this all day long, no matter how much I’d love to. Everyone has a limit.”

“Yeah, well don’t reach your limit ’til I’m finished,” a cocky sailor called out from the line. Everyone laughed, including me.

“Okay, Okay,” I responded, closing the door.

I sat back down, toying with my hard cock. I glanced at the glory hole and was delighted to see that the young sailor had put his stiff meat through the hole and was letting it pulsate in the warm air of the head until I was ready. It was a good-looking straight, thick cock, uncut with a moist looking foreskin and dark moist glans. I tasted it with my tongue and, loving the strong flavor, sucked it into my mouth, using my tongue to play with the tight foreskin and to lap at the sensitive glans. That’s all it took.

The sailor exploded in a heavy orgasm, not moving a muscle. The cock stood straight out of the hole, the cockhead in my mouth, and without thrusting or withdrawing, the cum spurted out to fill my mouth quickly. Swallowing quickly, I found my mouth being refilled. Swallowing again, I was amazed to find my mouth being refilled as quickly as the first two times.

“Good grief,” I thought, “where was this guy when I really wanted a big load.”

My mouth was refilled again and then a final time. As I swallowed the last of it, enjoying the feel of the meaty cockhead in my mouth, I surprised myself by cumming all over the place, mostly hitting the wall below the glory hole. I hadn’t realized that I had been so close to orgasm. The amount of cum produced by the sailor and that last swallow had put me over the brink to my own orgasm.

My stomach was feeling odd. It wasn’t queasy or nauseated, just sort of, well, full, if you know what I mean.

He slowly pulled out his cock, drawing it back through the four-inch hole. He leaned down immediately and smiled. “Thanks,” he said, “that was great. That’s the second time you did me this morning. You’re terrific!”

My mouth was hanging open. I knew he hadn’t cum in such volume earlier, no one had, but visions of this group of guys forming an endless rotation and stuffing me to the bursting point flashed before me. What a way to go, I thought, and wondered why I hadn’t remembered such a nice cock.

Another man replaced the young sailor and was tugging at his dungarees when I heard two knocks at the door. Relief had arrived. I was just about to get up, when I glanced at the hole.

The new man had heard the knocks, too. He was squatting next to the hole, looking at me. “Don’t go yet,” he whispered. “You’re the best. Everyone says so. Do me before you go, please. I’ve tried a couple of times lately, but I keep missing you. And with all these guys in port now, I don’t know when I’ll get a another chance.” He smiled, sincerely, showing large white teeth.

What could I say? I fell in love, again.

“You’ve got to wait till I’m through in here,” I called out over the door of the booth. “I can’t leave before I’m finished.”

A general chuckle stirred the waiting group and a light applause broke out.

“Thanks, man,” the good looking sailor said, still squatting, “you’ll like mine.” He grinned and slowly stood up, tugging at his belt and fly.

He was right. I liked his.

In the first weeks following my discovery of the glory hole, I had found myself drawn to it at all hours to check out the activity, and hoping to get in on some action. I noted that there was little activity from 8:00 till 11:00am, or after 2:00pm. But from 6:30am, when it was unlocked, until 8:00am, and from about 11:00am until 2:00pm, the place had a constant stream of randy young men coming and going. A total of 4-1/2 hours, every day, Monday through Saturday. It was locked for the night at 3:30pm, and was closed on Sundays.

The first time I went in early, a Wednesday morning at 6:35am, just after it opened, I found that one of the two booths already had an occupant. A big man, I couldn’t see his face, in a tan naval uniform, probably a Petty Officer, was sitting there with his pants at his knees, his legs wide apart, a hand thrust down between them, forearm resting on his thigh. The hand was not moving.

Facing the hole, I let my pants fall to my ankles, opened my shirt part way from the bottom, and gave the guy a good look at my expanding cock. Men always seem to like looking at my cock, if given the chance, before they get serviced. I’ve always felt that they want some kind of clear physical sign that I am actually enjoying the sexual encounter; that the experience is turning me on; that I’m not just some greedy cocksucker doing it for evil intent, but an understanding, friendly stranger doing it for the sexual pleasure of it, for the enjoyment it gives both of us, no questions asked, no demands made.

Sitting down, with my thighs spread wide, I grabbed my cock in my right hand and pumped blood into the swelling cockhead, pointing it straight up at the hole for the guy to watch, as I noticed him lean down to take a good look.

Then, as I made an obvious movement towards the hole, he slowly pulled back, letting me watch as his hand started working between his legs, obviously pulling on his still hidden equipment, and aware that I was watching.

I ran a finger lightly, slowly, along the bottom rim of the hole beckoning to his meat. He needed no further encouragement, stood quickly, shifted towards the hole and fed his hard cock through it. I was astounded! His was the longest cock I’ve ever seen. I grabbed it near the base at the glory hole. The part of it standing exposed above my hand was still larger than the average penis. I have never been overly fascinated by size. Mutual enjoyment and mutual satisfaction have always been my primary interests. Size alone never promised any rewards. In fact, it had been difficult to learn how to control gag reflexes and breathing while shoving long fleshy hard tubes down deep into my throat, although I have become remarkably good at it.

This one was also memorable because it was extremely handsome. It was circumcised so completely that the skin was taut along the entire, very hard shaft, giving it a streamlined appearance that was unusually attractive. The tight skin had a healthy, dark tan glow. Wiry dark cockhair at the glory hole obscured the large scrotum I had caught a brief glimpse of as he was moving towards the hole. The hole wasn’t completely filled by the cock, so it was less than 4-inches in diameter, but not much less.

The cockhead swelled as my hand caressed the base. The glans was a dark red-purple color, well-flanged and plump, somewhat larger in diameter than the shaft, but not so large that it wouldn’t fit into my salivating mouth.

As I bent forward, I noticed that the cock smelled of a popular after-shave. Not that the man had put it directly onto his cock, which makes it bitter and unsuckable, but that his manipulations had transferred the pleasant smell from his hands to the organ.

A drop of pre-cum oozed from the tip as I moved my hand slowly upward. The cock was solid, rigid, pushed firmly through the glory hole, waiting for my examination to finish and action to start.

My tongue licked at the tip, drawing in the drop of pre-cum. It was delicious. I sucked in the cockhead.

He whispered, loudly, “Yeah, that’s it. Suck it!”

I didn’t need encouragement, but I liked getting it. Lowering my head over the huge meat, I pushed downward, forcing the cockhead to the back of my mouth, my tongue doing its best to lash at the meaty head as it moved inward. The cock stayed solid, firmly in place.

Pressing further, the cockhead entered my throat. I swallowed. The guy gasped. My raspy throat muscles scraped the cockhead in a rarely felt exotic embrace.

“Holy Shit!” I heard him sigh.

My lips hit my fist. A better than average cock was in my throat at this point. I removed my hand and pushed my head further down the hard shaft. Slowly the cockhead pushed against tissues in my throat that had never felt a cock before. I swallowed. He gasped again.

His hips pulled back and thrust strongly forward, grinding into the wooden partition. “Uhh,” he grunted as the final inches of his cock got jabbed into my mouth. I was amazed that I was able to take it all without gagging or choking, but I stayed calm.

Needing air, I backed up all the way to the tip, took a couple deep breaths, and slid all the way back to the base in one firm push. That felt so good, that I did it again rapidly. His hips started to counter my down strokes, moving the pulsating cock more quickly along my mouth and throat. He increased speed as his thrusts shortened to quick jabs. I kept the cock deep in my throat.

“God,” he said in a husky whisper, “you’re so good, you got it now, man. Here I come.”

Happy when given ample warning of an impending orgasm, I swallowed, bringing on the first of several rapid spurts through the expanding shaft. The cum shot so deeply into my throat that I could only feel it move through the tube of flesh in my mouth, not feel it in my throat. I swallowed again, then eased up the shaft to catch the final few spurts on my tongue, savoring the full, rich, musky flavors and excellent taste of his cum.

His hips jerked with spasms as the orgasm wound down. The cock remained rigid in my suctioning mouth. Finally, I could feel him pulling lightly back, drawing his cock out of my mouth and back through the hole.

Without a word, he grabbed at his pants and left the booth, not pausing to rearrange his clothes. I was wondering what he was going to do when I heard the water in the basin being turned on. He was cleaning up before leaving. I liked that. Toilet courtesy kept me from joining him.

I listened to him puttering at the sink, imagining how he was washing that giant tube off, milking it down, drying it, putting it away. I heard him zip up, move from the sink. I thought he was leaving, but saw his shoes stop at the door of my booth.

The door slowly pushed open. I did nothing to hide the erection I was holding in my hand.

His face appeared, a friendly smile lighting it up. “Hi,” he said quietly. I smiled at him. He was really good looking. Dark, pleasant eyes looked steadily at me. He had a confidence and a presence that was reassuring.

What can I say? I fell in love.

“I’m here every Wednesday and Thursday at 6:30. I’d sure like you to be here again,” he said calmly.

“Depend upon it,” I replied, smiling. He laughed.

“Sure wish others were like you, man,” he grinned. “You do it right.”

“Thanks,” I said. “When there’s an instrument as splendid as yours, it should be given the best service possible. I try my best.”

“You succeed, man, you succeed,” he responded with a big grin. “See you tomorrow?”

“Damn right!” I said with a smile.

He smiled and backed out, closing the door softly and leaving the toilet room quickly.

Sitting there, I wondered what could come in that would possibly be worth waiting for after such an experience. I stood up, still manipulating my cock, deciding to beat off as I savored the cum in my mouth, remembering every detail of the beautiful cock I’d just sucked to orgasm.

Someone came in quickly. He pushed against the door to my booth, which I held closed so he’d know it was occupied. He went quickly into the next booth and sat down, not taking down his pants before he sat. Before I could sit down, the guy had his lips at the hole, making obscene sucking sounds!

I chuckled. “Advertising does work,” I thought, and I pushed the tip of my hot, slippery cock into the pursed lips. I heard him say “Oh!” and then his lips tightened around my cockhead, sucking it into his mouth. I shoved forward hard. He was good. He took it without hesitation, but only to the back of the mouth, gagging a bit as I tried to push deeper. He backed off then pushed forward again, taking it to the back of his mouth, sucking hard.

It didn’t take long. I had been close to orgasm from sucking that huge cock. So, after a few thrusts of my hips, tightening my ass muscles as I pushed my meat through the hole and into the hot mouth beyond, I grabbed the beam above me, pushed forward and said, “Take my load, now, man.”

He continued sucking without let-up. The cum shot out so forcefully that I heard him slurp and choke and swallow, trying to handle it all. I pulled out, leaned down and said, “Thanks, that was great.”

I could only see the lower half of his face, and almost laughed aloud as I saw cum dribbling out the sides of his mouth and down his chin. The expression around his mouth seemed forlorn. I guess he was sad that some of the cum had spewed out.

Like the guy in the tan uniform had done, I grabbed my pants without zipping up, went out to the wash basin, and cleaned up, washing and drying my cock and balls well before putting them away.

I left the toilet with a grin on my face, certain that casual passersby could see that I had just sucked a great cock and had received a blowjob. I didn’t care. I laughed and knew I’d return to that booth for lunch.

LIKE FATHER LIKE SON PART 2

by Robert Furlong

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I stood in front of them, my son grinning broadly at me while Marcus, still kneeling forwards with his hands prizing his arse-cheeks apart, peered over in wide-eyed horror.

“I just happened to see your light on and wondered what was keeping you two guys up,” I said by way of flimsy explanation.

“Of course you did,” Jake chuckled, and I was unable to stop myself from smiling back at my son in spite of his state of nudity. I made an effort to keep my eyes from making contact with his erection which he was brandishing flagrantly as if showing it off in some sort of macho display.

Marcus, meanwhile, struggled upright and away from him, and ended up crouching almost foetally against the headboard of the bed, trying to cover his genitals with both hands.

“I… er… I’m so sorry, Mr Furlong,” he stammered, his face blushing a deep purple colour which nicely co-ordinated with that of the swollen head of his penis. “We were just messing around… and I… er… slipped… and Jake’s tongue must have accidentally -“

He stopped when he saw that I was amused rather than angry and I did my best to reassure him, “It’s okay, Marcus – really. I think the point my son was trying to make was that there are two Furlong mouths in the household.”

Marcus stared at me, wide-eyed and with face flushing so dark it looked like he had been slapped on both cheeks, seemingly still unable to understand the idea which Jake had been mooting.

“I hope you appreciate, dad,” Jake cut in before Marcus could formulate a reply, “how good it is of me not to hold grudges. I could so easily have ticked you off for spying on us and then sent you away, just like you did when you were in my shoes.”

“It is indeed very noble of you, Jake,” I smiled. “I’m proud of you.”

I realised that the front of my pyjama bottoms were still being pushed outwards by the semi-hard-on I’d developed before I’d entered the room but I made no attempt to hide my excitement. Marcus peered at my unconcealed bulge with continued bafflement at first, before it finally began to click with him what was going on. At that point his gaze shifted from my crotch upwards to my face and he stared at my expression as if trying to figure out what exactly my motives were.

Jake got up off the bed and walked over to the chair in front of his desk and sprawled himself out naked on it, adopting an especially indecorous posture given his lack of attire. He seemed totally unbothered by the fact he had a very large hard-on, the shaft of which still bore some of the remnants of where it had so recently been, nor that his large pair of bollocks hung down gracelessly between his wide open legs.

He was far more keen to underline his self-righteous sense of magnanimity. “I mean, when I was a kid, you always told me how important it was to share. And some of us are very willing to share, even though you were so blatantly uncaring and unsharing last week!”

“I get the point, Jake,” I retorted. “It just felt wrong last week… what you were suggesting with Bradley. Now – I dunno – it feels somewhat different.”

I smiled at Marcus, hoping my expression didn’t look too lustful or predatory, but he continued to look wary and kept his genitals well-protected by cupping them in both hands.

“Yeah, I wonder what could have caused your sudden change of heart,” Jake chuckled as he scratched his large, hairy scrotum, and glanced towards at his extremely attractive young friend.

“Would you be happy for me to take up Jake’s offer, Marcus?” I asked, hoping to ease his discomfort with a more direct approach. “And offer you a second mouth for your… er… continued pleasures?”

“My dad is, like, the best rimmer ever,” Jake bragged, apparently oblivious to his friend’s feelings of awkwardness. “He can probably get his tongue all the way up to your liver!”

Marcus looked over at me with even more embarrassment. How did a person respond to such an accolade about your friend’s father when he was standing half-aroused in front of you?

“You’ve really got to get rimmed by him, mate,” Jake went on. “He’s so much better at it than I am!”

Well, he was right on that point.

“How do you know that, Jake?” Marcus asked with the same obvious unease.

“I saw him rimming a bloke downstairs on the couch one night. His tongue was so far in there, you wouldn’t believe it! It was like -“

“Alright, Jake! I think he gets it!”

“You actually rimmed another man in front of your son?” Marcus asked incredulously.

Jesus Christ, he was going to be calling Social Services next.

“Jake has a tendency to interrupt my… er… soirees,” I explained. “It wasn’t like it was a performance I’d arranged especially for him to see.”

I threw a pointed glance at Jake to let him know I was aware that his game tonight had been precisely that.

“But you have sex with other guys?” Marcus attempted to clarify, distractedly taking his hands away from his crotch. His cock had completely withered from its earlier glory and was looking disappointingly shrunken as it flopped against the fair, downy fluff on his balls. It was still rather lovely, though.

“Would it be a problem if I did?” I asked.

“Of course not,” Marcus said, with a half-hearted smile. I sat myself down on the bed next to him in the spot Jake had vacated. There was a wet patch on the duvet from where my son’s stiffie must have been dribbling as he’d made a pigs-ear of rimming his friend.

“It’s just that it came as a bit of a shock when you walked in,” he went on. “I knew you were divorced but I didn’t realise you were… how would you call it… bisexual?”

I smiled and nodded. “It’s a little hobby I discovered about a year ago and which, it seems, Jake has picked up from me.”

“So that bloke we were with tonight at the restaurant,” Marcus persisted. “The big fella, Guy… you and he are… well…?”

“Like you and Jake,” I said with a nod.

Marcus nodded back and spent a moment to think the admission through. His penis, I noticed, was starting to betray its own particular interest in the image that was no doubt flashing through its owner’s brain. Without Marcus seeming to be aware of it, it slowly lengthened an inch so alongside his thigh and thickened to regain some of its earlier stature.

“You did make a joke that it was like I was his boyfriend,” I reminded him. Once again, I felt the strange tingle at the suggestion that I might be romantically involved with Guy.

“Yeah, it seemed as if you were more than just friends,” he observed. “A bit like… well…”

“You and Jake,” I smiled, hiding whatever it was I was feeling about Guy.

Marcus smiled back at me and I saw his cock continuing to stiffen and starting its gradual rise upwards from where it had been flopping against his balls. Whatever thoughts he was having about Guy and me, however the two of us men were coupling up together in his clearly vivid imagination, the steady hardening of his organ suggested that he liked the idea.

“Do you actually, like, ‘do it’ together?” he asked, inattentive to the effect that simply asking the question was having on the size of his manhood.

“And some!” Jake laughed from where he was lounging in his chair. His own organ was still prominently aroused, undeterred by the earlier awkwardness after I’d entered the room, as it no doubt awaited further stimulation in whatever form that might take. “They’re at it like a couple of stags all night, mate! When Guy’s over, I might as well forget about sleep!”

“Is that right?” Marcus asked me, his face full of surprise.

“Not quite,” I chuckled. “I think Jake’s exaggerating somewhat.”

“But you two guys are having sex together?” Marcus persisted.

“There’s a woman called Debbie who I’m dating,” I explained, “but I’ve found that I also enjoy being physical with other men. So, yes, Guy and I have a sexual component to our friendship.”

I was fascinated to watch this young man’s beautiful penis steadily rising upwards from the thoughts its owner was having about Guy and me. Was he imagining the two of us older men having anal intercourse – Guy on top, or me on top – or was he thinking of us working our cocks together, sucking each other off and shooting our semen all over each other’s chests?

“That’s amazing,” he muttered. “It’s great you’re so open-minded.”

“If you’d like me to show you some of the things I enjoy,” I went on, “with Jake here, of course, I’d be more than happy to.”

Marcus beamed at me and for the first time glanced down at the swelling of his cock, now well on the way to achieving its earlier grandeur.

“I suppose my dick’s kind of answering that for me, Mr Furlong.”

“Well you can drop the ‘Mr Furlong’ for a start,” I quipped. “If we’re going to be getting… er… more friendly, Marcus, I’d prefer it if it was just plain ‘Rob’.”

He chuckled and agreed to drop the formalities.

I stood up and started unbuttoning my pyjama top. I hoped my body would be appealing to him: in spite of me being a little chubby around the middle and bit hairy between my pecs and on my legs, the squash I played kept my physique reasonably attractive. Since he obviously liked what Jake’s body had to offer, he might also enjoy the more mature and cuddlier, filled-out version.

“This is going to be so cool,” Jake extolled, clearly relieved that I’d managed to surmount his friend’s initial misgivings. He stood up and his erection rose upwards from between his legs as if hoping to get another turn on the tight, blond bum it had earlier enjoyed.

The front of my pyjama bottoms had also recovered their earlier promise and was being pushed upwards and outwards more than ever by what seemed like a third leg inside them. Marcus grinned over at me, apparently pleased that the elder of the Furlong males was apparently just as well-equipped as the younger.

“Are you sure you want to go ahead with this?” I checked before I exposed myself to him. I had a sudden vision of this being some sort of elaborate misunderstanding and having his infuriated father phone me up threatening to call the police.

“God, yeah!” Marcus laughed. “I can’t believe you guys are both up for this together. This is, like, totally out of the ballpark!”

I unbuttoned the waistband of my pyjama bottoms and let them fall to the floor to expose my semi-aroused erection looming upright above my huge, pendulous balls. If I’d known I was going to be presented with such an opportunity this evening, I’d have trimmed my pubic bush: apart from that, though, I was very proud of the large set of genitals I was able to present to the astonished gaze of my son’s friend.

“You might want to stand over here, Marcus,” I suggested, gesturing to the one patch of uncluttered floor in my son’s untidy room. “That way the two of us can… well… attend to both sides of you at the same time.”

Marcus almost yelped with delight at the prospect of having the two of us, father and son, pleasuring him simultaneously.

He leapt off the bed, calling out, “Wow! You guys just get stuck in… whichever way you like!” Then he stood upright on the spot I’d recommended, as Jake moved forwards to take him up on his invitation, giving his own large erection a few preparatory tugs as if coaxing it back to its full, impressive size.

I kicked my pyjama bottoms to one side and stood before the two of them as naked as they were. Jake grinned over at me – in all the years we’d lived together, this was the first time we had both been completely undressed and aroused in each other’s company. I smiled back and, just as he had, gave my cock a few masturbatory jerks to help myself grow fully hard. He laughed at that – he liked to see me do it – and put his hand back on his own to do the same.

Now it was my turn to laugh and I wanked myself a little more for him, yanking my foreskin back and forth just as he was doing. Why did it feel so good to be masturbating with Jake? This was my son standing in front of me and yet – while I wasn’t in any way attracted to him – it felt so exciting to be facing each other while we rubbed at our erections. Whatever was arousing me, Jake clearly felt it too because he kept leering at me as the gentle tugging which had so amused us at the beginning was cranked up rapidly by us both into a full-on wrist-pounding wank right there in front of each other.

Marcus laughed over at us, amazed by the sight we were making. Our legs were apart and our hips thrust forwards like a couple of cowboys, pointing our erections at each other as we beat them off as fast and as hard as we could.

“Wow!” he chortled. “Look at you guys go!”

Our foreskins were sliding frantically back and forth across our near-identical cock heads, and our scrotums were bobbing around between our legs with our similarly plump bollocks jiggling up and down inside them.

Jake laughed again as we grinned at each other, our hands trying to outdo each other as they pumped up and down our long, thick shafts as if this was a game. “I’ll race you, dad!” he called out to me and I was hugely tempted to agree; the two of wanking ourselves off in some childish competition until we climaxed one after the other, right there in front of his friend.

However, I forced myself to stop and say, “Some other time, maybe, Jake,” and then took my hand away from my now spectacularly aroused organ. Jake did the same and his stood upright in front of him, almost identical in appearance: it was like looking in the mirror we were so well-matched.

He looked at me, still grinning, and I could tell he was hoping that we would play around again like this sometime soon: not touching each other or getting weird at all; just masturbating together as it was, perhaps, natural for a father and son to occasionally do.

“You guys are funny together,” Marcus chuckled. I didn’t ask him which meaning of ‘funny’ he meant.

Jake glanced over at him, standing waiting for our attentions with his cock arching upwards and his arse-crack still wet from the tonguing it had received.

“You’ve got a very large penis, Mr Furlong,” Marcus said brightly. And then corrected himself: “I mean… er… Rob!”

I beamed at him with pride. I always enjoyed it when other men complimented my organ: Debbie seemed to find my over-sized erection at best cumbersome and at worst repellent.

“Do you like it?” I asked, putting my hands on my hips and giving him a little wiggle of it from side to side.

“Very much so,” Marcus grinned with a sly flick of his eyebrows. “I like it a lot.”

His look told me that he wanted to have more to do with what was between my legs than we’d probably be able to with Jake in the room. He wanted to suck my organ and perhaps even have me fuck him with it, but with the action between us being overseen by his more regular fuck-buddy, for now, at least, he’d likely have to content himself with just looking at it.

For my part, as much as I would have liked nothing better than to have ushered this attractive young man over to the bed and to have penetrated him far more sensually and passionately than my son seemed capable of, I knew that I was very much the invited guest in Jake’s bedroom and that I shouldn’t to overstep the boundaries which my son imposed on me.

“You do his bum then,” Jake ordered me with typical workmanlike brusqueness, “and I’ll suck his knob.”

I couldn’t help but grin at what he’d said. What father hasn’t dreamt of hearing is son utter those very words?

I moved around to get behind Marcus and, perhaps seeing my erection looming up on his friend’s rounded buttocks, Jake felt it necessary to clarify: “Just… er… rimming, mind, dad. Nothing more.”

I was only being allowed a few licks of the candy. Anything more worthwhile was clearly seen as being strictly my son’s prerogative.

“I’ll give you a few tips on how to rim a guy properly, Jake,” I offered. I thought it was quite a nice gesture, offering to share my not inconsiderable skills with my nearest and dearest.

Jake, however, threw me an indifferent shrug, nonchalantly content that his own technique would suffice well enough, and then knelt down in front of Marcus, licking his lips at the erect organ that was almost crying out for a mouth to pleasure it.

After he’d slowly and sumptuously applied his mouth to the first few inches of his friend’s organ, I had to admit that my son was indeed a very proficient cock-sucker. Whoever he’d learned the tricks of the trade from, it certainly hadn’t been me: I had never come anywhere close to matching his oral artistry and most men I try to pleasure with my mouth soon get frustrated and end up just thrusting in and out, trying to make the best of it they can.

Jake confidently pumped the cock with his lips and tongue, developing a slow, steady rhythm up and down the shaft and focusing on the most sensitive parts of the head. When he saw that I was watching him, his mouth broke into a smile, and I could see he was enjoying showing off to me, working his friend’s organ as deftly as he could and using the whole of his mouth to stimulate it fully.

“Oh, yeah,” Marcus called out, “that’s really nice, mate!”

Jake started using his head more roughly on his friend, taking longer, faster sweeps along the length of his organ and sucking it more forcefully with the back of his throat. He didn’t seem tempted, as I would have been if I were in his place, to use his hands to help him service the excited organ more fully: he used all the muscles of his mouth and cheeks to pleasure the whole length of the cock, squeezing it with his lips while he teased the precum from its slit with the tip of his tongue.

Marcus’ manhood responded by swelling appreciatively to its full stiffened girth. An entanglement of veins rose up along its impressively hardened shaft and the head of it, only occasionally visible when Jake pulled back from an especially thorough suck, pulsated with a deep purple opulence, the skin of it taut and shiny; slick and streaked with froth from my son’s spit.

It suddenly dawned on me why Jake was able to perform such an accomplished blow-job: I had often suspected, from the length of his erection and the flexibility of his back, that my son might be able to reach his own cock with his mouth. Now, from his polished and confident technique, I could see that was very likely to be true: he’d probably been sucking himself off under his duvet for a good many years, honing his skills since his early teens and perfecting his oral mastery of the aroused male member.

Our eyes made contact again and he threw me a cheeky grin with the pounding shaft of his friend’s fully charged hard-on between his lips. I smiled back at him, keen to show my admiration of his abilities, as he swept his mouth back and forth, gliding up and down the spit-soaked shaft with his cheeks straining inwards from the pressure he was exerting.

“You little bugger!” I thought. “All those mornings you spent lounging around in bed, telling me you were tired and needed extra sleep – this was what was going on in your bedroom!”

If only we’d had the open door policy back then.

With an especially elaborate flourish of his tongue and lips, Jake withdrew his mouth from Marcus’ cock out and we couldn’t help but chuckle at each other. His eyes were full of naughtiness but there was also a flicker of pride thrown in: he’d just demonstrated to his father how to give a guy an exceedingly expert blow-job.

“Come on, then, dad,” he said. “Show me what you’ve got!”

“Watch and learn, Jake. Watch and learn!”

He craned his head to observe me as I homed in on his friend’s cute bubble butt.

I pressed my mouth against the crack of his backside – low down where I guessed his hole would be lurking among the wispy hair between his cheeks – and gently extended my tongue between his two firm, muscular buttocks. As soon as I eased it into him, I could taste quite strongly the gustatory version of the smell I had enjoyed out in the corridor: his butt-crack was rich with the same seasoned, pungent flavour that the pounding of my son’s cock had managed to disperse into such an alluring vapour.

I pulled back and said to Jake with a smile: “This is an especially nice bum for rimming. It needs to be savoured with the whole of your tongue, not just flicked at with its tip.”

He smiled and nodded. “Come on, then. Show me how it’s done.”

I moved back in for a deeper taste and reapplied my mouth to Marcus’ magnificent cheeks. This time, he bent forwards slightly to give me better access, no doubt delighting in the playful competition Jake and I were enjoying and eager to see which of us, out of the father and his son, could pleasure him more effectively.

I pushed my tongue more fully into him, impressed by how stretched and splayed his hole was from accommodating my son’s erection, and feeling him shudder slightly at how sensitive his inflamed anus was from the rough and ready fucking he’d received. I worked my tongue around his ring, gently soothing it with its caresses and my warm saliva, and Marcus gasped with excitement at how tender and sensual it felt.

“Oh, that’s really nice, Mr Furlong,” he called down to me before correcting himself, again, to plain Rob.

I eased my tongue more fully into his arsehole, relishing the stronger tastes inside it which were a magnitude more powerful than those around his anus. This was rimming at its most delectable: almost electrifying in the intensity of its tastes and deeply satisfying in the effects my tongue was having on its squirming recipient.

I licked deeply into this young man’s bowels, feeling my cock straining painfully at the sheer force of the arousal I was experiencing, with the downy hairs of his arse-crack tickling my nose and chin as my face pressed so firm against the splayed valley between his buttocks.

“I can see what you mean about your dad’s tongue reaching up to my liver,” Marcus laughed down to my son.

“Yeah, he’s like the rim king,” Jake laughed back. “He’s even better than Nathan.”

I kept working my tongue back and forth out of Marcus’ arse, wondering who this Nathan guy was. It might be nice for Jake to invite him to stay over some time so we could exchange tips and ideas about our shared hobby. If he was anything like as easy on the eye as Marcus, he would prove a very welcome guest in the house.

As my mouth continued to pleasure Marcus in ways that my son had achieved on the organ around the front, his body suddenly started shuddering slightly and I realised that Jake had resumed giving his friend a blow-job.

The two of us worked together for a few minutes – Jake out front and me taking up the rear – as Marcus thrust his hips back and forth, eager to work with the two mouths that were so intimately attending to him. I rolled my tongue into a tube and gently fucked him with it as he bucked his backside against my mouth, aware that this might be the only chance I would get to work myself in and out of his arse; at least while Jake was in the room.

“Oh, God, this is so nice, you guys!” he called down to us.

I hoped Jake was feeling as thrilled as I was to be servicing this charming young man; the two of us working together as father and son to pleasure his cock and his rear at the same time.

I pulled off him and called up to him, “Are you getting near, Marcus?”

As if it was part of a universal language among post-pubescent males, I knew he would interpret my question as referring to the immanence of his climax. No matter where men come from or what age they happen to be, they always recognise a question about how close they are to releasing their semen.

“Not too far off, Mr Furlong.”

I felt irritated by his reluctance to drop the formal use of my name, but instead of correcting him, I started wanking my own painful erection as I crouched behind him. With my mouth clamped to such a delightful behind, I knew my release would quickly follow.

Before returning to rim him again, I glanced around his right hip at Jake. His blow-job had become far more assertive in its style: his mouth was being thrust up and down his friend’s organ quite roughly with his expression almost hostile and verging on a snarl.

I wondered if this was how liked to use his mouth on himself when he knew his climax was nearing: forceful and insistent; stubbornly masturbatory.

Imagine him giving such an uncompromising blow-job to me!

Oh God, what was I thinking?! This was my son!

Then, to my surprise, Jake pulled away from sucking Marcus’ highly appreciative erection and hurried over to grab the tube of lube which was on his bedside table. He squirted a gob of it onto his middle finger and applied it perfunctorily to his backside, and then, throwing us both a small smirk, turned around with his back to us and bent forwards to splay open his hairy arse crack. His large, puckered anus was clearly visible, extruding from the dark forest between his cheeks, looking as used and swollen as mine often does after an especially heavy session with other men. His large, hairy knackers hung down between his legs, pulling his scrotum downwards with their full, heavy load.

He turned to grin at me, clenching his well-worn ring a couple of times to show me his dexterity, and said, “Nice, huh?”

“Very nice,” I agreed, surprised by how stretched and dilated his entrance was.

I assumed Marcus must have enjoyed his own turn on Jake before I’d started watching the favour being returned. Otherwise, perhaps in the restaurant, when they’d both headed off to use the bathroom grinning and giggling, they’d had a quick moment of togetherness in the quiet of the cubicle.

As I was about to make a quip about this making an ideal angle for a selfie, Jake surprised me by reversing his backside onto Marcus’ erection with a couple of backward strides. The cock glided home, as it had presumably done many times in the past, and the two of them shuddered in involuntary gratification as their bodies became joined once again.

And then, in an action I’d never seen performed before, Jake started thrusting his hips rapidly backwards and forwards, wanking his friend’s shaft with the tightened ring of his arsehole. He turned to me with a triumphant leer and, seeing my surprise at witnessing such a novel variant of anal penetration, cackled and called out, “Watch and learn, dad! Watch and learn!”

He put his hands on his knees and jerked his bum back and forth to rapidly masturbate the foreskin of Marcus’ cock.

“Jesus Christ!” I was thinking. Where the hell had he learned such an innovative technique?

Marcus called out in pleasure and, grabbing Jake by the waist, worked his crotch rapidly against him, matching my son’s frantic rhythm.

Although he was a guy who obviously enjoyed being fucked, he was perfectly happy to adopt the corresponding role.

I liked the fact that such a polite and articulate youth – the very ideal of a good and proper young husband – had such well-concealed depths to what one might imagine to be a rather boring sexuality. I sat back as I watched him, marvelling at the sight of his smooth, muscular body and his mop of fair hair, grabbing my son’s hips as he so enthusiastically fucked him up the arse.

He turned and looked down at me, and flashed me that lovely, sweet smile of his.

Then he asked, with a delightful courtesy that I wished would rub off onto my son, “Would you mind putting your tongue up my bum again, Mr Furlong?”

I laughed and agreed whole-heartedly that I would like nothing more.

I plunged my face back in between his round, flexing buttocks, aware that if he wasn’t able to call me Rob after making such a request, it was likely that he never would. I took up my own pounding rhythm on my desperate cock, wanking myself between Marcus’ shins as I inhaled the delicious scent he’d no doubt left on the back of many a pair of discarded underpants.

As soon as my tongue lapped into his most sensitive spot, his sphincter started clamping tightly shut around it and I knew his balls were discharging their collected loads into my son.

His backside started munching at my tongue like we were enjoying a most intimate kiss together as its owner gasped and panted and shot squirt after squirt of his hot, white semen into the bowels of his friend.

Whether it was fucking Jake that had brought him to his orgasm, or the sensation of having my tongue inside his bum again, I don’t know: I’d like to think, though, that I played some significant part in it.

When his climax had subsided, I pulled away from him, masturbating myself as I still squatted behind him.

Jake pulled away from him too, his arse releasing one of its less rambunctious farts as he did so, and he breathlessly announced, “Right, now let’s have my turn, mate.”

He moved around to where I was crouching, his cock twitching upwards as it demanded release, and curtly told me, “Get out of the way, dad.”

In his impatience I was nudged backwards, and I fell back against his bedroom wall, still mechanically wanking my shaft up and down as I watched my son claim his final prize.

He pushed himself into Marcus’ slick entrance with a single impetuous thrust, muttering that he wouldn’t take long as Marcus bent over to receive him. It seemed this was an established arrangement between the two of them: whoever climaxed first would allow his rear to be used to bring his companion to an equivalent state.

“You got it nice and wet dad,” Jake told me, as he stood upright, roughly buggering his friend in front of me for the second time this evening.

“I’m so pleased,” I managed to say, as I sat right behind him watching him indulge himself, his thrusting bum just inches from my bemused face.

His rhythm quickly increased to a frantic hammering action, his balls whacking against his friend’s thighs and his hips making loud slapping sounds against his buttocks.

He kept turning to look back at me, wanking myself off so quickly as I sat where I’d fallen behind him, smiling down at me as he butt-fucked Marcus’ bent-over body.

He kept pulling Marcus back with him and even muttered, at one point, “Move back a bit, mate!” all the time moving in towards to where I was as if intentionally trying to push his pummelling backside closer my face.

It was nice bum, I had to admit, and I liked the way the hair of his crack was splayed outwards and sticking to his buttocks from the lube he’d applied to himself. I reminded myself, though, that was my son’s arse in front of me and, however attractive it looked, the words I’d said to Bradley came back to me: I’d had to wipe this bum when Jake had been a baby.

Jake, however, didn’t seem to share my misgivings.

He kept working his body backwards towards me, fucking his friend faster and faster, until his heaving backside was right in front of my face. I could smell the odour from it as it flexed and thrust, driving his hips back and forth against Marcus’ muscular cheeks, and I have to admit the smell was very intriguing: undeniably attractive in spite of who was producing it.

Jake turned to me again and, seeing his flexing backside so close to my face, called out, “Go on, dad – do it!”

I stared at him and he grinned at me, egging me on to do the unthinkable: “Have a lick of my arse! Right in my crack!”

I looked back at his bum, his buttocks a rhythm of muscular movement, finding myself inexplicably tempted by what I knew was lurking between them.

The smell was quite fascinating: much harsher and more pungent than what Marcus had to offer and strangely reminiscent of my own anal whiff when I pull off an especially well-worn pair of underpants. I sniffed at it with mounting interest: at once appalled by the knowledge of whom this brash, musky smell belonged to but at the same time indisputably aroused by the sheer, unparalleled naughtiness of having such an out-of-bounds hole so close to my face.

This was my son’s bare arse and he was asking me to lick it!

I looked back up at him, my hand now a blur up and down my cock, and he grinned at me more broadly.

“Go on, dad – shove your face in! Rim my nice, juicy arsehole!”

I think Marcus might have said something to stop us – something to remind Jake that this was his dad he was talking to – but I was too overcome with excitement to take it in.

Perhaps mercifully, Jake and I started climaxing together – him with his cock spurting deeply up into his friend’s innards and me spraying my load all over the back of his legs as he loomed over me with his odorous, hairy crack right there in front of me.

I couldn’t believe I was having an orgasm – and an extremely copious one at that – with my son’s relentlessly heaving buttocks brushing against my face. My nose was poised on the brink of his freshly-fucked arse crack: another step backwards and my mouth would have been pressing between his thrusting cheeks.

I pulled away from him as my cock was still squirting, trying to catch what I could of my profuse outpouring with my other hand. Not that it really mattered, the mess Jake’s bedroom floor was in.

I stood up, watching my son doubled up over Marcus’ bent back, still driving the remnants of his seed upwards into his friend’s body. Jake held onto him tightly as the spasms of his orgasm subsided, the two of them staring vacantly forwards as they had no doubt many times in the past.

After he’d finished, they stood up and disentangled themselves, Jake pulling his softening organ out of Marcus’ bum with a quiet, sloppy fart.

Marcus felt it necessary to immediately apologise: “I’m sorry about that, Mr Furlong.”

“For farting?” I laughed. “All things considered, that was very restrained.”

He smiled and, as tissues were being passed around, Jake joined in with the apologies.

“I’m really sorry, dad,” he said. “I shouldn’t have said that stuff. I don’t know where it came from.”

I smiled to hide the discomfort I was feeling as I wiped the goo from my chest and pubic bush. Jesus, I really should have trimmed myself down there.

“Forget it, Jake,” I said, like all this was perfectly normal. “We all say stuff like that when we’re getting carried away. It doesn’t mean either of us would have acted on it. Not in a million years.”

Was that really true? I, for one, had been tantalisingly close to reaching forwards and licking my son’s bum; Jake, in all probability, had been similarly close to making that extra step backwards and pushing his hairy arse-crack onto my nose and mouth.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” he said, smiling at me in spite the fact we were both naked and his cock was still angled half-upwards, looking as large as ever in spite of its softening state. “I suppose you might say it was just the spunk talking!”

“Of course it was,” I laughed, but I knew it wasn’t true. The spunk could say what it liked: I knew for a fact that, given just an extra couple of seconds, my son and I would now be having a far more embarrassing conversation.

We cleaned ourselves up – for Jake and Marcus that proved to be a rather more involved affair – and agreed that, from first thing the next day, we wouldn’t discuss what we’d done any further. That’s not to say we were denying that there might be a repeat – we were just keen that whatever sex we enjoyed wouldn’t impinge on the more ‘conventional’ activities we did at other times.

Before I went back to bed and while Marcus was carrying out his ablutions in the bathroom, Jake caught me outside my bedroom door and apologised again.

“There’s really no need, Jake,” I assured him. “We just got carried away. No harm was done.”

“You won’t, like, dwell on it and build it up into more than it was?” he asked.

“Of course not,” I laughed. “I’ve said a few inappropriate things in the heat of the moment. Such things are best forgotten.”

“Okay,” he smiled. “Thanks.”

As I turned to go to bed he had one last thing to say.

“In future, though, when you’ve got mates over to stay with you and I’m left in my room feeling like a spare prick…”

I smiled and nodded. “Of course you can come in.”

“Really?” he grinned. Clearly he’d expected more resistance from me. “That’s brilliant!”

“Just… er… be more careful what you say when you’re getting a bit hot and bothered…”

He laughed. “‘Course I will!”

“And, one more thing,” I added. “Not when I’m with Guy.”

“Why?”

I could tell from his disappointed expression that Guy’s evenings at our house were probably near the top of his list of couplings he’d like to join in with.

“Guy’s… er… special,” was all I could manage by way of explanation.

“Okay,” Jake said with a disappointed shrug. “Not when you’re with Guy.”

And with that I went to bed, wondering why it was so important for me to keep Guy to myself while, after what had just happened with Marcus, all of the rest of my occasional visitors would be fair game for Jake to join in with.

What was it about Guy that made him “special”, I wondered.

What was it that kept making me feel so weird when I thought about the two of us?

Without being able to adequately formulate an answer to the question, I went back to bed; leaving my door slightly ajar, just like Jake’s.

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One hot summer day my father and I were in the hay mow stacking hay and as we were waiting for the next load of hay we began to wrestle around and he pinned me down on a bale of hay and looked me in the face and said I could fuck you right here and I said I dare you to. Then the next load of hay showed up and he said you’re lucky the hay saved your ass So we finished stacking the next load and then we were done for the day as I was walking out of the mow I bent over to wipe the hay off my pants and he came up behind me grabbed my hips and started dry humping me. After a min I said are you done yet and he said I haven’t even started, Your lucky again I am beat and couldn’t do anything right now This was the summer of my 17th birthday my father who was 36 at the time. We were alone one night at the house mom was gone shopping with the girls and It was just him and I there we were watching a movie and I got up to get a drink and I bent down to pull up my socks and he jumped up off the couch and grabbed me by the hips and said I am ready now and you aren’t getting out of it this time are you ready and I said hell ya and we ran upstairs to my bedroom and it wasn’t long and we were both naked with raging hard on he said is this the first time you have been fuck and I said hell ya and he said this might hurt a bit he said get on your bed on all fours Now my dad had a cock that was about 9.5 x 6.5 and I am about the same. so I knew it was going to hurt I got ready and it wasn’t long before he wiped a gob of lube on my ass and then was trying to put his very large cock inside of me, He said you might not be man enough to take this here piece of man meat I said don’t worry I can handle it then he began to penetrate me with that monster. It hurt like hell but I wasn’t going to tell him so I buried my face in the pillow and as tears ran down my face I refused to say a word he continued to shove that big basted in me until he was balls deep in me. And then he began to thrust in and out of me and by the time he had been in me 5 minutes I really began to like it by the time he came inside me I was moaning and wanting him to not stop it felt great when he was done dumping his load inside me. He got up and headed for the bathroom to wash up and went back to the living room to watch the movie I laid there trembling with cum running out my ass I got up and went into the bathroom and cleaned myself up and went down stairs also he said so you are a man aren’t you and I said yes I am and I have one sore ass to prove it and he laugh. The next day we were in the hay mow again to put hay out to feed and I said to him well I guess it’s your time to see if you’re a real man and he said I am. As he dropped his pants to his ankles and bent over a bale of hay it wasn’t long and I was rock hard so I walked over to him and spit on his ass and spit on my cock and began to stick it to him I heard him whimpered a bit but I had no mercy on him I went for it and buried all I had as deep as I could in him. When I was finished fucking him like crazy I dumped my load deep in his ass I pulled out and wiped off the cum and put it back in my pants he stood up pulled up his pants and I said to him It looks like you’re a man too and I laugh and he said to me man I can feel like I have been fucked by a bear So from that point on we fucked whenever we could we were together And I said to him I really enjoyed being with him and I love my dad very much. He smiled at me and said that’s my boy and I said and your my dad and I am dam proud of it We even got were we gave each other head man could he suck a cock and he was pretty happy with what I did too We became very close I love my father very much and I would not trade what happened for nothing My dad had a cock that was about 9.5 x 6.5 and I am about the same. My father died of a heart attack about 10 years ago I really miss him very much. I lived with a women for a while after I left home but it wasn’t long and I knew that wasn’t the life I wanted I started dating guys and I found a guy that I fell in love with and I have been very happy ever since I am so glad everything happened just as it did . If anything like this ever happened to you I would really like to know how it came about and what you thought of it. I often get turned on when I read stories of father and son having fun together. Thanks for reading

Finding True Love Saturday April 6th, 2013. 5:00 AM Dear Diary, This morning when I went to the 24hr gym at about 2 or 3 in the morning since there are very few if any other guys there at that time in the morning.

Overnight there are no staff members there to monitor the place; I have a pass that opened the doors to use the gym.

I had just finished my workout. There had been one other guy there working out but he had gone to the showers and I had assumed that he had left and gone home.

I entered into the change room and thought no one was there.

So stupid me I start singing a tune to myself and stripped down and went into the shower area.

My soft dick was hanging its usual six inches when it is soft. It was swinging between my legs as I entered the shower area.

I turned on the shower and stood under it letting the warm water course over my firm body.

As the water was coming down over me, I continued singing.

I am embarrassed to say that I had revised the words to the song and sang my own.

“I love my big dick. And I can give myself a blow job. My mouth feels so good on it. Hey Hoo wanna see, wanna see.”

Then I started wanking my cock and when it got hard and to its full ten and a half inches I bent over and started to suck my cock. I can usually get about four inches into my mouth. I started licking around it and going as far down on it as I could.

I was wrong though the other guy had not gone home yet. I heard him clear his throat; I stopped sucking and quickly looked up. He was standing in the doorway watching.

Then he clapped his hands and said “Hey that’s pretty good man. I can suck my dick too. You look so hot there doing that. Have you ever fooled around with another guy?”

“Hey no way man, I am straight.” I exclaimed

He was just in his underwear; he pulled them off and dropped them on the floor.

Then he sauntered over to me. He also had a big cock too. And as he came over he was wanking it and it was getting hard. He was just as well built as I was.

And dang I was getting turned on. But my heart was beating loudly.

When he got right up in front of me he looked me in the face and then looked down at his cock, it had grown bigger that mine. It was at least eleven and a half inches and thick too.

“What do ya think man? I got a nice cock eh.” He said to me smugly.

Then he did what I wasn’t expecting, he dropped to his knees and before I could stop him he had my cock in his mouth and had it all the way down his throat.

“What the fuck are you doing Dude,” I yelled at him.

He took his mouth off my cock and looked up at me and replied, “I am doing what you want and need me to. You know you like it. What me to stop?”

I thought a minute, actually it had felt pretty good and he was doing it better that most of the chicks I had sex with. Because my cock was big and thick they could usually only get the head of it into their mouths.

This guy not only could get the head in but took it all the way down his throat.

Well I made a decision and put my hands behind his head and pulled him back onto my cock.

He gave a wonderful blow job and I couldn’t hold back. I moaned and then screamed out, ” Oh Shit man, I am gonna blow.”

He picked up speed and I lost it, my seed just started filling him up. Fuck it was great.

I was kind of in a daze because suddenly he stood up and before I knew it he had planted his mouth on mine and shoved his tongue inside.

I could taste my own cum. I tried to pull away but he was strong he wrapped his arms around me and held me in a tight grip.

But I was actually enjoying it and I relinquished and gave in. After all I gave myself a blowjob all the time and always swallowed my seed.

I wrapped my arms around him in a bear-hug and we French kissed for a good five minutes.

Then as we parted lips, he put his hands on my shoulders and started to push me down to my knees.

“You’re Turn Dude, suck Daddy’s big cock.”

I struggled a bit but he was really strong, I went down to my knees and his huge pole was staring me in the face.

I had two choices either I sucked him or we would fight, and I really wasn’t in for a fight.

Besides how bad could it be, I mean I gave myself blowjobs? So I went to it. And I gave my first blowjob.

It didn’t take long before he shot his load. It was so sweet tasting. I liked it.

So that is when I realized that I must be gay or at least bisexual.

He asked me if I wanted to get together with him this evening and maybe come over to his place for dinner and some fun.

Saturday April 6th, 2013. 5:00 PM Dear Diary, Well I am leaving shortly to go over to Jakes place. I am looking forward to it.

I hope that he is a good cook. He is a good cocksucker and he has a nice cock as well.

Since I gave him that blowjob at the gym this morning I couldn’t think of nothing else. Damn, I really enjoyed it. Have I turned into one of those Homo guys?

Well really doesn’t matter, it was a great experience and I wanted a repeat of it.

I have decided to show him another secret side to me. I love dressing as a cowboy the whole nine yards.

Cowboy hat, Cowboy boots, Plaid shirt, tight faded 501 Denim Jeans, a pair of my well-worn distressed Chaps, and my belt with rather large metal buckle in the shape of the head a bull’s skull with horns.

Distressed leather is leather that has been well worn and roughed up. It’s not as shiny as most leather. I liked it a lot better.

Jake had given me his address; he lives just outside of town on a small hobby farm.

Gonna Climb in my Jeep and head out Sunday April 7th, 2013. 11:00 AM Holy fuck am I ever exhausted. I finished off spending the night with Jake at his hobby farm.

Fuck I have a lot to think about. But I have come to a decision, I need more of Jake and after last night I think I want to take him up on his offer of moving in with him.

I have been through a totally new awesome experience. I don’t think that I will ever be the same.

Although my ass isn’t sore it feels weird. I got fucked for the first time last night and it was great. My ass kind of feels like it is falling out. And it is tingling in a good way.

Jake wants to see me again. I told him I would think about it, and now I have decided, damn you could keep me away from him if you tried.

It is like I am a new man. I want him to fuck me again, I really really liked it. No I loved it.

He taught me a lot last night. What have I been missing all these years when I could have been having this much enjoyment all along.

OK, I think I should Document everything that happened. I am going to start at the beginning.

I had arrived at Jake’s Hobby farm at 6:00 PM sharp. He was sitting on the front porch waiting for me.

I climbed out of my Jeep and walked over to him.

As I approached him, he stood up and let out a wolf whistle and howled out in his deep sexy baritone voice,”Damn Emanuel don’t you look good enough to eat. Fuck you are so hot. Come here, lay those lips of yours on mine and give me a big fucken man kiss.”

I reached him and we wrapped our arms around each other and held each other in a great big bear hug.

Our lips entwined and tongues started to dance together.

Fuck it just felt so fucken good to be in his arms again.

As we kissed he dropped his hand to my butt and gave me a few firm slaps on it. Dang, it actually felt good.

“Well Emanuel, are you in for some training tonight? I am going to show and do things to you that you will hardly believe is possible. You will feel so good and find that you want to submit to me. First let’s go inside and I’ll make you a drink. Maybe you would like to smoke a joint as well and maybe get high.” Jake stated to me.

He took me by the hand and led me inside, led me into the den and sat me on the couch.

“Emanuel, you ever do any recreational drugs ya know like Magic Mushrooms and Marijuana? “Jake inquired of me in a quizzical tone.

I replied to him in an amazed voice, “Yes I have actually done Magic Mushrooms before but they are so hard to come by. I haven’t enjoyed them for a few years now. You really have some?”

“Sure do, just reach into that drawer there by the couch and there is a baggy with some in it. Take some and put out some for me. I want to get nice and high so we can cut our inhibitions.” He told me as he glanced over his should and smiled at me.

Damn he had a hot smile.

I reached in and got out the bag. I saw a small spoon inside for scooping out a correct amount to take. If I remembered correctly it was two spoons.

Jake came over to me and handed me a drink. He had made us a double Vodka and OJ. I took the glass from him and he clinked his to mine in a toast and said, “Here’s to a night of fun and games.”

Then we both raised the glasses to our lips and gulped down the contents.

Jake made us another one each and this one we relished and just sipped it slowly.

Then Jake took the baggy of Mushrooms from me and opened it and took out two spoonful’s and handed them to me.

I popped them into my mouth and started to chew on them. Dang, I remember that taste, it was awesome.

Jake repeated and followed what I had done. We chewed the mushrooms for a while to get them nice and moist and then swallowed them.

Jake stood in front of me smiling and spoke at in his sexy voice, “Damn Emanuel, I just can’t get over how fucken hot you look. You look amazing.

He sat beside me on the couch and put his arm around me. Then we fondled each other and snuggled and kissed and just got close.

After about fifteen minutes the mushrooms were starting to take effect. I was getting high.

Jake looked at me and then spoke to me, “Emanuel, I want to show you a lot tonight and do a lot to you too. Number one thing is that I want to fuck you. What do you think, do you want to try?”

“But Jake, I answered him, isn’t there a bunch of crap up there, won’t it be messy?” I asked him in a curious voice.

Actually I didn’t even think of the ramifications of my getting fucked, I guess I was getting high and my inhibitions were breaking down. And besides I was curious and wanted to see what it would be like to be fucked. I remember one of the chicks I had dated had stuck her finger up my butt while I fucked her and it actually felt quite good.

But then again Jake’s cock was a lot bigger than a finger. But as I got higher I got more intrigued and wanted to try it.

“You mean you actually will let me try and fuck you. Oh fuck that would be so awesome. Most guys are afraid of my man pole. I keep getting told it is way too big and have only been ever able to put just the tip inside of them. Even Chicks are afraid. So I have never had a full fuck before and damn I wish that I could have one.” He said almost in a whimper.

“Hey man, as long as you take it easy and stop if I tell you to I am game to try” I told him. “Besides I hate to admit it but I am curious as to how it will feel!”

I told him about the experience with the Chick putting her finger up my butt and how I liked it.

“But again Dude as I said, won’t it be messy?” I inquired again.

“Have you ever douched before; ya know given yourself an edema? I have a special bag in the washroom that has a hose attached to it. You fill it with warm water and then hang it on the wall beside the toilet then stick it up your butt and release the water and it cleans you out.’ Jake informed me.

Well I thought a moment and then stood up and said, “Which way is the washroom. I’ll go get my ass ready for you.”

Jake pointed to the hallway and I went down it to the washroom. I took off my clothes found the bag and then did what he said and cleaned myself out.

When I was done I reached behind me and gently felt my hole with my finger. I was a bit surprised when my finger just slipped in. And it felt fucken good. I started to finger fuck myself and my ass started to twitch. There was a strange sensation going throughout me. Wow, maybe I could get fucked.

I returned to the Den with just a towel around my waist.

Jake was sitting there without a stitch of clothing on. He had is cock in his hand and was playing with it.

I was really quite high right now and my head was spinning pleasantly.

Jake motioned me over to him and then he said in a compelling voice, “Turn around Emanuel, drop that towel, I want to see your pretty hole!”

I did as he asked.

Jake reached up with his hands and parted my cheeks then let out a low whistle and said, “Fuck Emanuel that sure is one nice looking hole. It looks so wonderful and look its open a bit wanting something in it.”

Then he leaned forward and placed his mouth against it and stuck his tongue and started to rim me.

I let out a low moan, fuck that felt so good. Then he stuck his tongue into my hole, my body started to quiver and shake with excitement Then as he rimmed me he put one of his fingers in beside his tongue and started to finger fuck me. He was driving me wild.

“Let’s go to the bedroom” Jake told me in an authoritative voice.

Wow, was he actually ordering me and being dominant? Cool I guess because I was so high, it turned me on. A hot stud like him taking control, my cock got very hard.

He led me to the bedroom and pushed me down on the bed. Then fell on top of me and pinned my arms down and started to kiss me and nibble on my ears. Then he moved his mouth down to my large nipples and started gently chewing on them. Holy fuck was he ever sending goose bumps throughout my body. It felt so damn good.

Then he looked me deep into the eyes and in a studly dominant voice growled out, “Emanuel, I am going to release your arms but you keep them there, do not move them. Do you understand?”

I nodded my head.

He released my arms and then he started to lick down my chest, over my washboard abs and then paused at my rock hard cock. He gently blew on it. Damn that was exciting. Then he touched the tip with his tongue and my cock quivered. He placed his hands on each of my legs and raised them into the air and brought my butt up high to his face. Then he plunged in with his mouth and tongue.

First he nibbles on my outer hole with his teeth. Not hard but kind of gentle like. Fuck Fuck Fuck, what was he doing to me. I had never felt so good before. Then he started to stick his tongue into me as far as it would go.

He kept it up for about ten minutes. My cock was so hard it was pulsating.

He took his mouth away from my ass.

Then he looked at me and purred out to me in a seductive voice, “I am going to make you my little Fuck Bitch. You’re going to beg me to use your ass any way that I wish to. First I am going to secure your legs so I can keep my hands free to play with your ass and get it ready for my big hard cock.”

He leaned forward and there was a rope at each side tied to the bedposts. He put first one rope around one of my ankles and raised that leg up and over beside my head, then he did it to the other ankle.

Then he got up off the bed for a minute and went over to a chest of drawers. Opened the top one and took out some lube and a dildo.

It was kind of strange looking. It was about ten inches long and had a little hose attached to it with two round rubber balls at the end of it.

Later I was to find that when it was inside of your ass, as you fucked with it, you squeezed one of the balls, it pumped air into the dildo and made it grow bigger.

The other ball was filled with warm liquid lubrication. When squeezed it shot a load of it deep into your ass. It almost felt like cum.

Jake came back over to me with the dildo in his hand. He waved it at me and laughed as he spoke to me, “You know what I am going to do with this, Emanuel, you want your Daddy to stick it up your Virgin hole and make it a Fuck Shute? Make you into his obedient Love Toy? Eh, talk to me, tell me want you want!!”

I was really getting excited now and was so turned on. Damn I would play the game. My head was roaring with highness and I felt like I was on top of the world.

“I want you to make my ass into a Fuck chute Daddy, your Fuck chute, make me feel the delights of becoming your plaything. Show me how good my ass can feel; I beg of you Daddy, I want you to train me!” I pleaded with him in the most docile subservient voice I could manage.

“MMmmm Good, Good, that’s what I want to hear. This is going to be fun; I always wanted to tame a Virgin before.” He seductively told me.

Then he got back on the bed up between my legs and lubed up the dildo. He dangled in front of my face and told me how it worked and what the rubber balls were for. Fuck, I didn’t think that it could happen but I was just getting more excited by the minute.

He placed the tip against my butt entrance and then looked deep into my eyes and told me in a hot sexy authoritative voice, “I am now going to shove this up your hole and pump it bigger as I fuck you with it. It will help to stretch your hole out and make it ready for my huge cock. All that you need to do is say ready Daddy, in a willing voice and then say Take away my Virginity Please. I will then know you are ready.”

I took a few deep breathes to relax a bit and get ready, my head was spinning and I was so high.

Then I opened my mouth and out came the words in a strong needful voice and I said, “Please Daddy, I am ready. Please take away my Virginity. I want to give it to you as a present. Make me into your Fuck Bitch.”

He took the queue and Started to push the long thin dildo into my ass. I thought that it would hurt but all I felt was pleasure. It really felt good. It was like an extra-long finger.

Once the dildo was all the way inside me, he started to move the dildo around inside of me.

I had never had anything up my butt before and it felt so damn good. Fuck I never knew what I had been missing all my life.

With his other hand he grabbed one of the round rubber ball thingy’s and started to squeeze it.

Then I felt something strange.

The dildo was getting thicker.

When it was back all the way inside of me, he pumped the other rubber ball and I felt my ass filling up with warm lube. Fuck it was an awesome sensation He started to pull the dildo out of me and then push it back in. He did this a few times then he pumped it up a bit bigger and repeated the thrusting into my ass.

Fuck it was amazing, it felt so good. My ass felt so good, no GREAT!! He was building up speed as he pulled out and pushed in and every time he pushed all the way in he would hold it there for a moment and pump it up bigger.

Then pull it almost all the way out and shove it back in to the hilt. Pump it up some more and repeat.

Fuck my ass was getting slowly stretched. I was in pure ecstasy.

“You’re doing good Emanuel; you’re taking it like a man. I am going to keep this up until the dildo is at its full width. Then you will be ready for the real thing. Tell me you love it Bitch.”

I screamed out in rapture, “Oh God, Jake I feel so good. I love what you are doing to me. Take me, I want more. Please take me.”

I was becoming very obedient. And I loved it. He kept it up for almost fifteen minutes pumping and fucking and pumping and fucking.

Then he suddenly pulled it all the way out. Damn I felt so empty, “NO PLEASE NO.” I cried out in an imploring voice. “Why did you take it out Jake? My ass feels so empty now.”

“Because Emanuel, your ass is ready for my huge cock now. I am going to give you the real thing. I know that it can take my horse cock. You will be the first ever to take my gargantuan man meat. I want that hot hole of yours so badly. And I know that you want my cock, your Daddies cock. And you should see your hole; it is wide open and inviting me to come on in. So I will oblige you.” He groaned out in his masculine manly voice.

I braced myself, and then sheer delight penetrated my anus. Total, ecstatic wonderful marvelous delight!

It was like the feeling when you take a cool dip in the river on a hot summer day.

The feeling of like when you win a trophy for being the best on the team.

It was all that mixed with a tingle of sexual energetic electricity that infused my whole body and I felt magnificently warm and full and complete!

“You like that?” Jake asked me passionately as he drove right into the deepest part of my ass.

“Oh, Fuck yeah!” I moaned, “It is unbelievable what you are doing to me. I never want you to stop.”

“Isn’t it the best sex you ever had?” Jake asked me as he laughed and took my Virgin hole to the extreme.

All I could do was moan and whimper in full ecstatic rapture. I loved every minute of it. I had become a true bottom. My ass was meant to be fucked.

He kept fucking me and he reached up and released my ankles from the ropes, then buried his cock all the way into me and then grabbed me under the arms and with one strong quick movement, flipped me over onto my stomach. Pulled me to my knees and started to fuck me doggy style.

“Oooh, yeah, Fuck my butt, Daddy Jake!” I moaned. “Please Fuck me, it feels so good, Please Fuck me.”

Jakes hands clenched tightly around my waist and I felt his finger nails gripping me. Then he started to piston fuck me. Hard and deep. His heavy balls were hitting hard against my ass cheeks making loud slapping noises

“Ooh, oh, Ohhhhh! Bloody fucking hell, FUCK ME DADDY. FUCK YOUR BITCH!!!” I moaned in Rapturous Bliss until I almost couldn’t take anymore, I was almost passing out there was so much pleasure.

There was nothing more I wanted now except Jake’s monstrous cock deep inside of me using me, making me his Love Slave. That wonderful, powerful, superhuman godly man meat! It slammed into me and my prostate was mauled with Nirvana.

Then he changed tactics, he would pull it all the way out, I felt horribly empty, but then he would lunge forward and enter me again with it driving all the way in to the hilt. Then he repeated by pulling out to the furthest withdrawal and then…whammmmmmm! Completely full again, marvelously and wonderfully full again!

I let out a low building moan/howl, it got louder and louder I was approaching a tremendous climax, it was too soon, I didn’t want it to end, but it was no use, I couldn’t hold it back any longer, I really tried, but Jake’s cock owned me totally. An unbelievable Orgasm built inside of me.

My dick started to pulsate and I clenched my ass as tight as I could around Jake’s plunging cock.

He felt my Orgasm coming on and let out a howl like an animal and slammed hard into me and then shot his load deep inside of me. As he shot he slammed the cum out of me. My cock exploded and my white creamy seed went everywhere all over the bed and on my face, my chest, everywhere.

The Intensity of it was unbelievable. I was Cumming like I had never done before. My body was racked with explosive orgasm.

Jake collapsed on top of me and I feel off my knees flat faced onto the bed. We lay there panting in deep struggling breathes. We were so spent. We both passed out and when I woke back up Jake was still buried inside of me.

I moved a bit and Jake came awake, he pulled his cock out of me with a loud slurping noise and rolled off of me onto his back. He looked at me and his face was glowing. He was so damn fucking handsome.

Suddenly my ass felt so empty.

“Damn, Emanuel.” Jake said in a compassionately romantic voice, “Damn, that was unbelievable. You are fucken so hot, man. I can hardly believe that I took your Virgin hole and you willingly gave it to me. You are my first and I want you to be my last and only one. I have fallen in Love with you. Please say you will be mine, forever!!”

Then he started to weep, tears were flowing down his face. He looked so distraught so needful.

I reached up my hand and wiped the tears from his face. Then I licked them off of my fingers.

I too had a glow about me I smiled warmly at him and choked out a reply in a stuttering voice “Oh God, Yes Jake, and Yes. I am no longer a Virgin you have possessed me. I have also fallen in Love with you as well, I want you, and I need you. I have always wanted a man like you. So Yes, I am yours forever.”

Then I started to weep tears of joy. I had really truly found true Love for the first time in my life.

Jake grabbed me and pulled me into him in an inescapable bear hug. I wrapped my arms around him and we cherished each other. It felt so good, so right.

So Dear Diary I am going to move in with my new Love and start the rest of my life in total happiness. I am back here only to tie up some lose ends, Sell my house and pack and move in with Jake. My Jake. My Love.

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I received an email from Jon a few days later inviting me over to his place for a romp in the sack – noon hour on Friday. It isn’t very often that we are able to meet twice in one week so I was excited and more than ready. Driving over to his apartment, I played with my semi hard cock and was nice and hard on arrival. I rang his unit and was let in almost immediately. Knocking on his door, I was met by his son, David, who announced that “Dad got an emergency call half an hour ago but should be back soon.”

I settled down in an overstuffed chair facing David who was sitting on a couch across the room. We chatted a bit getting to know one another as last time it had just been a handshake, a nod and a smile. He was a good conversationalist telling me that he was on vacation from up North and had decided to spend a few days with his Dad. From time to time he grabbed at his crotch and I began to see the outline of a nice one hanging down his left pant leg. It looked as if he was going commando. This aroused more than my attention! I adjusted myself as I was beginning to feel constricted in my briefs. Now he was visibly squeezing and rubbing his inner thigh showing the complete length of that nice one. I imagined I could see a big knob throbbing.

David announced, “Steve, I have to take a piss, why don’t you go into the bedroom and relax, Dad will be here soon.” We trotted up stairs – me to the bedroom and him to the washroom. I settled down on the bed, my hard on tenting my jeans. I adjusted myself allowing it lie across my left hip. A few minutes went by , I heard the toilet flush, the bedroom door opened and there stood David with his cock hanging out of his jeans. My god it was a monster- at least eight inches , uncut. The knob was peeking out of his foreskin and looked wet, glistening in the sun as it shone through the window. I felt like a ten year old boy as compared to the size of his. He was way bigger than both his Dad and I; however, Jon is cut.

David crossed over the few feet from the doorway to the bed and plopped himself beside me. He looked at me and smiled that all knowing smile that suggested that we were in for some fun. He reached over to feel my hard cock and said, “It looks as if someone is horny.” His hand began exploring, squeezing, and caressing my hardness. I closed my eyes, spread my legs for better access and enjoyed this young man’s attention. He unzipped me, taking it out and began palming my knob and stroking me. I was leaking precum which he used as lube for his own erection and began matching stroke for stroke . Unbuckling my belt, I lifted my hips as he pulled my jeans off and then my briefs. He stood up, did the same revealing his beauty in all its glory. I sat up , took off my Tshirt and reached out to feel him for the first time. It felt awesome in my hand, wet with a mixture of his and my precum, so thick, his foreskin pulled all the way back revealing the a full sized knob. Perfection. His bull balls looked so heavy and indeed felt weighty in my hand as I fondled them.

David crawled between my legs, bent over and took my towering cock into his mouth and began servicing me better than his Dad. Jon was right – his son was bi and was enjoying my cock. He proceeded to lick my balls, my taint and lifting my legs, my hole. I could feel his tongue licking and going round in circles massaging my winking hole. Dropping my legs he hovered over me, his hard wet cock between my legs, searching for my lips. We kissed, tongue to tongue, deep throating as he started a rhythm between my legs pumping away. I couldn’t stop myself, moaning with pleasure enjoying this hot stud of a young man. My arms wrapped around him pulling him down , massaging his back as his hips thrust away. I was lost in ecstasy and it felt like he was too.

The door to the bedroom open and in walked Jon. “My, my what have we here?” he said. “You horny fuckers, you couldn’t wait for me.” With that he stripped naked and got on the bed behind his son, his cock all primed and ready for action. He placed it between David’s ass crack and rubbed it up and down making David moan aloud. David was as much a moaner as his Dad . I unwrapped my arms from around him, David now with his ass in the air – I scooted out from underneath him and went to lick and tongue Jon’s ass. I managed to pull his balls down and back to my waiting tongue as I licked from balls to hole, up and down, round and round, up and down, round and round, up and down, round and round knowing all full well that that was what Jon really liked. I had done that to him so many times.

David pushed his Dad off his ass, Jon rolled over on his back, David hovered over him and descended Jon’s hard cock taking every inch up his ass. I moved to the top of the bed feeding my cock into Jon’s waiting mouth, leaned over and returned to kissing David. The intensity of the sucking and the fucking increase until I though I would shoot my load – far too soon. David pushed off his dad’s cock and rolled him over and plunged his eight incher up Jon’s ass. Jon was impaled and I sat there in awe watching Dad and son going at it – this certainly was not the first time. The two of them were in their own world – I was left to masturbate at the side of the bed . I reached over and fingered David’s ass which stimulated him to the point of no return. With one gigantic thrust of his hips he growled and shoot his load. Withdrawing, he was still shooting rope after rope of cum. He flopped down beside Jon breathing heavily and gasping for air. Well done son! Well done!

Jon was still on his stomach so I mounted him and within a few strokes I shot my load up there too. With two loads up his ass Jon needed to cum as well – he rolled over on his back and started to jerk off. I took it in my mouth and coaxed his to an orgasm as David leaned in and kissed his Dad .Everything seemed to come together spontaneously – I couldn’t have planned it any better

That was my first time being with a true father/son combination and to this day if David is in town, he and his Dad get together with me for a fun afternoon. We have done so many things together that it is mind boggling at times. But all of that is for another time.