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  • The Magic Mike effect

    A re-post from my old account: Theory Reid. Couldn’t find my password so I just made a new account. Enjoy to those who haven’t read it, and re-enjoy to those who have. 🙂

    The day was like any other, up at 5 A.M. for work and done by 6 P.M..

    Exhausted and sick of spread sheets a few guys from work decided to go to this new night club that opened up.

    They invited me to tag along. At first I declined, but after them telling me that I needed to get out more and let loose, I agreed. Damn kids, trying to make a man that was probably old enough to be their father go out partying.

    But what the hell? I had nothing better to do anyway. And it might be fun.

    It was 10 P.M. on a busy Friday night when we arrived at the Club.

    What I thought was just a normal club was a dance club with female and male strippers. The female strippers were on the first floor while the men were on the second. We grabbed a few drinks and watched the female dancers as we threw money at them. They were pretty hot, but while all my young co-workers seemed horny as hell, I was the only one who seemed to not be all hot and bothered. It wasn’t the first time that I had failed to be aroused by a woman. I had had sex with a few who I thought I could pretend that I was into, but it always ended with them and me unsatisfied.

    I just couldn’t get it up. I just couldn’t figure out why I wasn’t attracted to women. The strippers were beautiful and had sexy bodies that all men would drool over, but for some reason my eyes seemed more focused on a random guy next to me. I stared at him for a while, noticing his thick wavy chocolate colored hair and his olive skin tone. His eyes met mine with an intense gaze before he flashed an exuberant smile. He got up holding my gaze as he headed towards the upstairs. I blinked curiously deciding to take a break from the strippers to get my thoughts together.

    I headed to the bar where a bunch of young women were talking about the male strippers upstairs.

    “Did you see his ass? It was so firm and bouncy. Ahh!!”

    “I know. Let’s go back. Hurry and grab the drinks.”

    I sat at the bar thinking about going upstairs for a moment, I was curious to see this magnificent ass the girl had mentioned and even more curious to know where the random guy had headed to.

    I looked back over at my co-workers who were too busy flirting and watching the female strippers to notice I had left. With that I ordered another beer and headed upstairs. My heart was pounding out of my chest, as I climbed up the steps. I got to the last step taking a deep breath deciding if I was really going to do this.

    What am I doing? This is crazy. I’m not about to go watch a bunch of guys shaking their asses. I’m not into that. Although, I’ll never know if I don’t check it out. I thought to myself. With a big gulp of liquid courage, I went inside. Its was pretty noisy with all the screaming women, the place was packed but I managed to find a spot to watch from where no one would really notice me. The lights went dark as a deep male voice announced the next stripper.

    “Give it up for Hank!!! Now ladies for the grand finale let’s welcome out ‘wild cat’ !!!”

    I thought it was loud before but as soon as the announcer said, “wild cat” the crowd went even crazier.

    A spot light shined down as a tall lean man came out. I couldn’t believe my eyes, as the random guy who had held my attention earlier stepped out on stage. He was dressed in a cat like outfit; Cat ears, a collar with a cat bell on it, a tight spandex shirt that hugged his chest and torso nicely and cute pink tiger stripped also spandex pants that showed off his package and round ass very well.

    He was definitely something to look at. He had lots of body strength and flexibility as he twirled and swung around on the pole that stood in the middle of the stage.

    Damn!!! I never knew men were so flexible. He was working that pole better than any female stripper I had ever seen. He was sexy and graceful at the same time. His strong long legs wrapped around that pole so effortlessly.

    And that ass of his needed its own zip code how big it was.

    As I watched this beautiful man, I could feel myself getting aroused.

    My cock throbbing for the first time in years. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was getting. I took another big gulp from my beer as I worked up the courage to get a better look.

    I worked my way up to the front standing close enough to the stage that I could absorb all the action.His smile was even sexier than his body if that was even possible. He danced and shook his ass as the crowd shouted in unison for him to take his clothes off. I was shouting too, internally.

    I watched closely as he ripped off the spandex shirt slowly revealing his lean chiseled body. He had a six pack that should have been against the law.

    He was definitely a man who worked out. You could tell he knew it too, as he ran his hands over his chest and stomach. He threw the shirt out into the crowd with a wink as he jumped back onto the pole. A couple of women fought over the shirt like rapid animals, before re-turning their attention to him. He slid up and down, hung upside down, and spun around showing off even more of his flexibility. That pole had no idea how jealous I was of it at that moment. I wanted nothing more than to be the pole he was dancing and grinding up against. He was so damn sexy.

    My body was getting even more bothered as he came back into the middle of the stage. He pulled down the spandex pants half way at first revealing his round ass before pulling them back up teasingly with that sexy grin he had shown off earlier.

    All the woman through money at him and some put money in his pants as he got down on his knees to shake his ass. Our eyes met for a moment which made my heart skip a beat. I just couldn’t take my eyes off him. And he made sure that my eyes were solely focused on him as he made his way over to my side of the stage, slowly teasing me with his gaze as he danced slowly in front of me. He had my full attention locked in on his amazing body and face.

    I was beyond entranced, nothing told me more than my cock that was aching to be touched. I clinched my teeth tightly, trying to calm myself down which did me no good. ‘Cause just when I had got some of my composure back he slid his pants off- (well more like ripped them off), tossing them into the crowd. I swear my mouth was wide open in pure amazement as I stared at his package that was sadly covered with a pink thong. Damn tease…

    Luckily there wasn’t much material cause I could tell he was completely bare below. That piece of knowledge just sent me into full blown ecstasy. He bent over backwards near the pole as he grabbed it with his legs and swung himself upright again.

    Before I knew it he was swinging around on the pole and then he was back in my face dancing. Swinging that large package in my face. I reached into my pocket hoping I hadn’t thrown all my dollars. Lucky for me I had a few dollars left. He pushed out his pelvis motioning me with those eyes and that drop dead gorgeous body to put the dollars on him. I nervously reached up and slipped the dollars in his thong. He smiled and winked at me as he seductively crawled away giving me one last glance over his shoulder.

    With that I just stared for a moment as he grabbed a few more dollars from some women and did a few more tricks on the pole before his show finally ended. I watched as he took a bow and bounced back behind the curtain.

    Another dancer came out he was cute, too, but didn’t send my heart racing like the random guy known as ‘wild cat’. Ugh, I knew he had to have been like 21 or something, he looked super young. But I really wanted to see him one more time maybe even chat a little with him.

    But what the hell would a young guy like him and a 43 year old guy like me talk about?! I just knew the idea of talking to him would be foolish, but my heart and body ached to hear what he sounded like. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted someone so badly before.

    I watched the other dancer for a while not really paying him too much attention considering my thoughts were wrapped around ‘wild cat’.

    After a few more minutes of watching I decided I might as well go back down stairs for a refill. Wasn’t every night you got unlimited drinks for under $20 dollars. I climbed the stairs back to the first floor, still absorbed in the thoughts of my beautiful stripper.

    As I got to the last step there he was. That beautiful man. He was walking to the bar his body now covered up in tight jeans and a red shirt.

    I took a deep breath and decided to take a seat at the bar by him.

    I waited a moment as he got settled on the bar stool. I walked over nervous as hell and took a seat by him. He smelled sweet like sugar and warm vanilla. It was intoxicating. He was on the phone his beautiful face turned down in a distressful look. He was speaking in a language I didn’t understand which I assumed was Japanese, I wasn’t sure. All I knew is it sounded sexy and piqued my interest even more. He talked for a moment before he seemed to be cut off. He stared at the phone for a moment like he couldn’t believe what the person on the other line had said before slamming it down on the counter.

    He laid his head down on his folded arms looking pretty defeated.

    I ordered two drinks as I stared at him with a concerned expression.

    The drinks came quickly as he raised up. I slid the extra drink over to him with a smile.

    “You look like you need this more than I do.” I said looking into his stunning eyes. Damn how did I fail to notice his eyes were two different colors?! One eye was brown while the other was half blue and half brown. Could he get any cuter?

    He smiled at me with that glimmering smile as he took a sip of his drink.

    “Thank you. That’s really kind of you.”

    “No problem. Tough day, huh?”

    “You don’t know the half of it…” he said looking like a sad puppy.

    “Well, if it makes you feel better you put on an amazing show. I was more than entertained, to say the least. I mean I… I can’t believe I just said that.”

    He smiled letting out a light laugh, “You really are nice. It’s okay. That wasn’t my best show, but I’m flattered. “

    “Impossible… I’ve never seen a man move like that. Not that I watch men a lot. Not that I’m opposed to that or, umm… Gosh, I’m really putting my foot in my mouth. Please excuse me while I fade away with my embarrassment.” I said nervously.

    We both laughed.

    “Don’t be embarrassed. I’m Madison by the way.”

    “Oh nice to meet you, I’m Sawyers. And trust me, it’s far too late for that.”

    Madison smiled taking another sip of his drink. He looked a little better, but there was definitely something bothering him.

    “So… Umm wanna talk about what’s bothering you? I’m a pretty good listener. “

    “Eh, it’s just some stuff with my family. My mother just died five weeks ago and all these people have been popping out of the wood works calling me about money, and her estate and blah, blah, blah. Since I’m the sole heir everyone is just pretty much harassing me. Asking me question after question not even giving me time to think. My mother just passed away, at least give me time to miss her. I just don’t know what to do. I’m sorry… I’m putting all this on you like there’s something you can do about it.” Madison said apologetically.

    “Don’t be sorry, besides I’m the one who offered to listen. That’s really tough, I’m very sorry for your loss. I can only imagine how you must feel. Money makes people act in foolish ways. Has anyone even asked you how you’re doing?”

    “Nope, not a one. But they’ve all been quick to ask to borrow money saying I’ll pay you back, and since we’re family you should just give me the money. Everything but, are you okay, or do you need anything? I’m just ready to give it all up and let them fight it out. I don’t need all this stress!” Madison said letting out a huge sigh.

    Not really knowing what to say I thought I’d ask him to grab a bite to eat.

    “You umm, wanna go somewhere a little more quiet and maybe get something to eat?”

    “Sure, I’m starving. I know a cute little restaurant a couple of blocks from here.” Madison said downing the last of his drink.

    “Let me just tell the guys I came with that I’m leaving.” I said getting up from the bar. I searched for my co-workers for awhile only finding one of six of them. I told him I was heading home, he shook his head drunkenly, turning his attention back to the stripper on stage. With that I walked back over to Madison.

    We headed out to the parking lot and got into my car. He pointed me to the cute little Lebanese restaurant. We ordered our food and talked about our lives a little. I told him about my job as a marketing agent and how it was really draining me. I asked him how a pretty young faced kid like him became a stripper. He told me it was an easy way to make money and that he only worked at night. In the daytime he did some work as an assistant school teacher.

    “Did your mother give you money? Did she know about you being a stripper?”

    “She left me a big sum of cash, but I just didn’t feel right excepting it.

    So I donated half of it and put the other half up in a savings account that I’ve refused to touch unless I really need it. But in all honesty, I kind of enjoy stripping. Silly I know, but I like all eyes on me and it’s kind of a rush.

    And right now I’m not really sure what I want to do with my life, so for now stripping is pretty convenient for me.” Madison said with a laugh.

    “How old are you Madison?”

    “I’m 24. You?”

    “Umm… I’m forty… three…” I said with a nervous laugh.

    Madison just smiled. “You act like 43 is old.”

    “Well I mean, I’m old enough to be your father.”

    “Haha you’re funny. It’s fine it’s fine. Umm… Sawyers may I ask you something?”

    “Sure… Shoot.”

    “Was tonight your first time watching a male stripper? I’m just curious.”

    “Yes, I was kind of curious. Like I said earlier, I was very umm.. Entertained.” I said with a smile. My face had to have been a bright red as my mind went back to his amazing body.

    Madison just smiled as the waiter came with the bill.

    Madison and I both reached for it, our hands brushed against each others. My hand ended up on top of his, I looked up into those dual colored eyes he flashed me a flirty smile pulling out a twenty dollar bill from his pocket. He slid his hand out from under mine along with the bill and placed the money down.

    We walked out and headed back to the car.

    “Thank you for dinner. I would’ve payed.” I said starting up the car.

    “You’re welcome it was no problem. You sat and listened to my sob story, so it was the least I could do.”

    “I didn’t mind. I had a good time. It’s been a while since I’ve had a conversation with someone I enjoyed. So umm… You want me to drop you back off at the strip club, or maybe-” I started to say as Madison reached across and kissed me. He was so gentle, but aggressive in a way. It was a deep passionate kiss. His tongue invaded my mouth as it searched for mine. Before I knew it he was on my lap kissing me even more aggressively. His hands grabbing at my hair black hair with a firm grip.

    “Hmm… Hmm… Mad…” I tried to say as he cut me off with another kiss.

    It was as if my body was moving on its own as my hands wrapped around his waist. I dove deep into his kiss letting my tongue search his mouth too.

    As we gave each other sloppy wet kisses, I could feel myself getting hard.

    Madison could tell, too, as he slid his hand down to grope me.

    He stared me straight into my maroon brown eyes with that captivating gaze, flashing me that smile that made my heart skip a beat as he squeezed my package.

    “Ahhh… Madison…” I moaned.

    “Do you want me to stop Sawyers?” Madison asked in a lustful voice in my ear. He bit and sucked on my ear as he waited for my answer.

    “I-I-I think we should go back to my apartment.” I said not really paying attention to anything coming out of my mouth. I mean it is kinda hard to concentrate with a gorgeous man sitting on your lap who’s kissing, sucking and groping you.

    “Your apartment sounds good.” Madison said climbing off my lap.

    Luckily my apartment wasn’t too far. We got there in 26 minutes.

    We climbed out of the car, me leading the way to my front door.

    Once I got the door open he flounced in giving me a flirty look that let me know he was ready to pounce. I let out a low sigh as I walked inside.

    I clicked on the light and told him to take a seat anywhere he could find.

    My place was a little messier than usual. He took a seat on the small green couch as elegant as ever. He was so damn poised even the way he sat was beautiful. He sat tapping his foot looking at me to come join him.

    “Umm… You want something to drink?”

    “No, I’m good, thanks. You have a nice place.” he said looking around.

    “Thanks.” I said walking into the kitchen.

    I placed my head against the fridge trying to figure out what the hell had happened. How did I end up watching a male stripper? And why did I say let’s go to my apartment?! Ugh stupid! Stupid! Stupid! This can’t be happening. I mean I can’t sleep with this kid, or can I? I’ve never been with a male before, although I am curious… But that’s so not the point!! I thought to myself as Madison walked into the kitchen. Our eyes locked in on each others as I turned my head to look at him. He cocked his head to the side as he walked over to me.

    “You’ve never been with a guy before have you?” He asked leaning against the counter behind me.

    “No, I haven’t. As far as I knew I was straight, but I’ve never been aroused by them. And sex with women wasn’t the best, I assumed ’cause I was impotent.” I said embarrassedly. My face flushing red as I felt his breath on my neck.

    “You sure didn’t seem impotent earlier…” Madison said fondling my package from behind. Catching me by surprise. A moan escaped from between my lips as my body began to feel hot again. I had to admit he had a point. I had never been so aroused before. My body feeling like sparks were flying through me.

    “Why don’t we finish what we started earlier?” Madison said kissing my neck.

    I turned around to face him. He took my chin in his hand and kissed me sliding his other hand inside of my pants.

    “Madison, shit this feels so good!! We shouldn’t do this…”

    “If it feels good, why stop? Let’s head back into the front room. Unless you feel more comfortable in bed?”

    “Madison… Ahhh!! Mmm” I was feeling way too good to even realize he was leading me to my bedroom. He threw me down on the bed and climbed on top of me. He unbuttoned my shirt and started kissing me down my stomach. As his lips trailed back up to my chest his tongue teased my nipples with playful flicks and licks before sucking them.

    I wrapped my arms around Madison as I raised up grabbing at his beautiful hair. We kissed passionately for a few minutes before I flipped him over onto the bed. He reached his hands between us playing with the zipper to my pants.

    I pulled his hands up and pinned them down against the bed with one arm. He playfully struggled to get free from my grip, finally giving up the fight as I bent down to kiss him. Gosh, his lips were so soft and plump. What the hell am I doing? He’s so young and handsome and I know this is only a one night stand, but but I’ve never felt like this. My body had never felt so many things at one time.

    “Sawyers…” Madison whispered. I could feel his lower half getting aroused as his breathing became heavy.

    “Madison, can I ask you something?”

    “Sure what do you want to ask?”

    “Well, I’m not really sure what to do besides kiss you. I mean, I know where to… ya’ know… stick it, but I just don’t want to hurt you, or anything.”

    “You’re so cute. Let me up and I’ll take the lead. I’ve done this before. I’m gonna show you a really good time. If you enjoyed my strip show just wait till you see it combined with sex.” Madison said with an erotic smile.

    I climbed off of him and laid back down on the bed. He looked me in the eyes as he kissed me deeply again. His kisses made a trail down my stomach to my pants. He unzipped my pants with his teeth and slid them down around my ankles. He unbuttoned his shirt and took his pants off revealing he was still wearing the cute little pink thong from earlier.

    “Damn you’re sexy…” I said admiring his body.

    He smiled and slipped out of the small thong revealing his monstrous cock. All I could do was stare. It was so thick and long and he was completely hairless. As I continued to stare at it he climbed on top of me placing it in my face.

    “Lick it…” he said with a sly smile stroking it in my face.

    I looked at him questioningly for a moment, before I nervously flicked my tongue across the tip of his cock. I flicked my tongue across it a few more times before finally taking it fully in my mouth taking that big cock down my throat. Before I finished, Madison pulled out and kissed me. He turned around putting us in a 69 position as he pulled my boxers down. I placed him back in my mouth as he started stroking me. His hands were so warm as he stroked my cock and massaged my balls.

    “Mmmm!! Mm!!” was all I could utter as I swallowed his cock down my throat. We sucked and licked each other until we both came inside of each others mouths releasing big loads of love juices. Madison’s cum was so sweet with a slight tangy taste. Madison swallowed and spit some of the cum back onto my cock, working it up and down with his sexy hands as he raised up moving his beautiful ass down near my very hard and erect cock that was at full attention. He hovered his ass over my cock for a moment preparing himself, his back facing me giving a great view of his ass as he slid down slowly taking every inch of me inside of him. He was tight and wet as he eased his ass down on my cock taking it all the way to my balls.

    “Ahhh…!” He said as he started to slowly bounce up and down. The pace was really good as I felt my balls fill up with another load of sweet sticky honey that was ready to explode. He kept his pace slow at first before he really got into the groove. His hips started bucking wildly as he rocked back and forth completely dominating my cock. His breathing became deeper with my breathing copying his. I decided to take a little initiative as I pinched his nipples. He let out a moan bracing his hands on my legs. His nails clawing into my skin as he continued to rock his hips back and forth.

    “Madison!!… Ahhh!!”

    “Mmmm….!”

    We were both feeling good as he changed his position. He climbed off me his breathing still deep and heavy as he positioned himself on my cock again. He was now in cowgirl position facing me as he gyrated his hips in fast circles. He bit on his bottom lip trying to stifle a moan. He looked so damn sexy. And his cock wasn’t looking too bad either. I wrapped my hand around it tightly, stroking it up and down causing some cum to slip out.

    “Ahhh! Shit!” Madison said flashing me a satisfied smile before leaning down giving me a sultry kiss.

    “Mad..!” I said no longer able to control myself.

    Before I even knew what I was doing I was flipping him over onto the bed pinning his arms against the bed. Madison stared at me with a sexy expression as he wrapped his legs around my waist. I pushed myself back inside of him thrusting as deeply as I could. Releasing his arms, my hands made their way into his thick lush hair grabbing and tugging at it roughly.

    Madison’s hands ran through my hair as we kissed exploring each others mouths excitedly.

    “Sawyers!” Madison said as he thrusted his hips up against me. His body felt so warm. I could tell he was ready to cum as his muscles clenched around my cock tightly and his breathing sounded like he was hiccuping, sucking in sharp breaths of air between every moan.

    I gave him my best thrust as I felt his body tense up and relax as he released all his poison, the warmth of cum leaked out from his love rod sticking against us like sweet honey. With that I unwrapped his legs from around my waist and pulled out of him, I started stroking my cock over his beautiful chiseled abs until I finally exploded a big load all over him.

    “Saywers, clean me up.” Madison said with a seductive smile as he laid there covered in all my sweet honey that was mixed with his. I bent over and ran my tongue across every line on his stomach, licking up every ounce of cum.

    “That was so amazing!” Madison said pulling me up into a kiss. His hands caressed my face as we kissed deeply. We climbed into bed and wrapped our arms around each other just laying in pure pleasure.

    “This was definitely the best sex I’ve ever had. We should do this again sometime.” I whispered into Madison’s ear. He replied with an, “mmmm” as he laid in my arms.

    This was definitely not what I expected, but I’m sure glad I went out tonight. And to think I wasn’t going to go out tonight. I don’t know where this relationship is going to head, but I had to say I was pretty curious to find out.

    THE END?…

    ©Tom Katz

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  • The Smith Clan

    I guess I should start out by saying my name is Davis. Davis Montgomery Smith. One thing you should know about me is that I’m not really the noticeable type. I mean, yeah, I have got to be the tallest in my class, and my hair is redder than fire, and I’m paler than death, so I always stick out like a sore thumb, but that’s not really what I mean. I mean I sort of blend into the background. I’m a real skinny guy with a funny way of talking and a big ole Adam’s apple, with an even bigger nose and no real hope of growing into my ears any time soon. I trip over my feet, my hands are too long to really hold anything without knocking something over, and I’m not even funny or smart or nothing to make people forget all that. But I guess I do got something most people ain’t got. And that’s the biggest damn dick in my whole family. I mean, I don’t like bragging or nothing, but I’m hung. I mean real hung. Like a horse or something. And that might not seem impressive, but if you see some of the pieces my brothers and uncles and pops has got, then you’d be raising your eyebrows and whistling low.

    My family goes by the name of Smith. And it’s made up of only men. I’ve never seen a girl cousin ever. And them wives and girlfriends and lady fuck partners of all them boys don’t really last long. So it’s just a family of men. And I mean MEN. All of them are built like oaks, as hairy as bears, curse like sailors, hung like horses, fuck like rabbits, drink more liquor than a catholic priest, and are all as virile and American as it’s possible to be. My daddy bought us all some land some time back out in the woods, you know? Miles and miles of land. And my daddy and his brothers and uncles and cousins all pitched in together some long hours to build houses for each family of the Smith men. There’s daddy, of course, and uncle Travis and his boys, and Uncle Pete and his triplets. There’s Uncle Crawford who is shacked up with Uncle Lou. Both of them don’t got no sons. Grandpappy has got a place all to himself, and Uncle Theo usually is just naked and passed out, so they just decided not to build him one, and would just let him sleep out in the open, and jack him off when he was passed out drunk to keep him in good spirits. They would pass around his cum, I remember. They made all us sons eat it young. Told us to get used to it.

    But man, them building up the commune was some of my favorite memories. They was shirtless and sweaty and always had a good time, I remember. And everything was a competition. Who could chop wood the fastest, who could piss the farthest, who could fuck the most women, who could take the biggest shit. You know, just basic stuff. But the most prized win was the Smith man with the biggest dick. Because being in a family of men meant that having the biggest piece of man meat was a really big deal and a real source of pride. SO, the man with the biggest dick in the clan sort of got treated like a god, and his family and cabin mates got the god treatment too. You’d get more food and the first pick of when and who you’d want to fuck, and all the privacy in the world.

    So, as I’ve already told you, I’m not the most handsome fella, and definitely not the biggest or the strongest in this throng of Adonis’s. My cousin Jake, you see, was the same age as me, and he was always the one who was sort of the pride of the Smith men. He’s as tall as me, tanned skin, gorgeous blond hair, a killer smile, and a magnetism and a body that was really fucking hot. He was the quarterback at the high school, and there was nothing he loved more than wearing only his pads and his jock strap after coming home from a game, and parading around the locker room naked for all his buddies to catch a glimpse of the Smith men glory. His ass and his cocky attitude got him laid more than any of us put together. He’d also do this thing where he’d walk around the commune and look at one of his brothers or cousins and he’d just put his fingers through the loops of his pants and strut around with a little grin on his face, flexing his arms, and showing off his bare chest and that v that led all the way down to his pubes. And he’s push his pants down just far enough for us to see the hilt of his dick, and when he’d catch us looking, he’d grab us by the necks and shove his hand down our pants, feeling how hard we were. He’d whisper in our ears, “Like what you see, fags?” ANd we’d always reply, “Yessir.” Then he’d smile all satisfied like and swagger away.

    That’s why, on the day I turned 18, and all the Smith boys have to go to the campfire at night and show all their kin their dicks, that I was going to be once again overshadowed by Jake and my other cousins who were also turning 18. I didn’t expect nothing. So there we were at dusk. My daddy had me strip down to my underwear. He and my brothers who were over 18 and already had done this were naked and surrounding me with all these oils, and were lubing my body up. Daddy playfully smacked my pouch and told me to go for it, so I walked out of our cabin and straight for the blazing bonfire that was burning like a great big inferno. And I will tell you this: with my big red hair and my glistening body, I felt like the god of the sun.

    So there we were, us few new 18 year olds standing in our underwear, oiled up, in front of our rugged and naked fathers and uncles and brothers and cousins. They all looked at us hungrily, and I noticed many had boners and were stroking at them. Especially the ones looking at Jake. He looked incredible. He was wearing a jock that was too small for him, and his huge, oiled up, muscular body was bulging out of it, trying to get out. I had to look away or I would get too hard before the appropriate time.

    Soon, Grandpappy stepped forward, his short white beard matched the hair on his chest and his pubes. His stomach was still taut and his arms were still toned and strong, and his dick hung straight up and was already leaking some precum, which he wiped off and licked clean. In his hand he had a tape measurement and went down the line of my cousins and told them to drop their shorts, and he would begin measuring. Like I already told you, I wasn’t expecting nothing, so I was sort of in this daze. Everything in front of me was this blue blur of muscualar men rubbing their dicks in the firelight, and to my left was a blazing and burning light that wasn’t the fire, but Jake. So when Grandpappy finally made it through my other cousins and got to him, my mind finally caught up to me and I became super alert. I could see all the little stray hairs on Grandpappy’s face. The sweat dripping down Jake’s back and leading to his ass, the torn fabric on his jockstrap…

    Then slowly, Grandpappy reached out and pulled back the underwear like he was opening a gift. Jake had put his arms behind his back and thrust himself forward, with a huge smile on his face. And when he was revealed, there was applause and gasps. I looked down. He was enormous. His dick was just like the rest of him. Bulging and manly and huge. I swallowed as the rest of the clan cheered and cheered for Jake. He bowed.

    THen, Grandpappy came to me without as much anticipation or regalness as he had for Jake, and quickly pulled down my boxers. I think everyone was like me and thought that nothing was really going to come from unveiling me, so they were all talking to themselves about Jake’s maginificent piece, and I was there with them in my head, when it was Jake’s shocked ‘HOLY SHIT’ that brought us all to look down at my dick.

    I was a full 3 inches bigger than Jake. And a good deal thicker.

    There was nothing but silence. Even the wind and the trees stopped their rustling out of shock.

    ANd then… the loudest cheers I’ve ever heard filled that forest. I’m sure we really annoyed some sleeping birds. My brothers and daddy came jumping forward and hugged me and grabbed my dick. Daddy cupped my balls and kissed me hard on the mouth and slapped my back. I had never seen him so happy. They were cheering and hollering and whooping and screaming. ANd everyone else seemed pleased too. Except Jake. He looked like he was just dunked with cold water. He sort of stumbled forward towards me and quietly said “Congrats” and began walking towards his house like a dog with their tail between their legs when I said “Hey, wait.” Then all the cheering stopped. “I think the rules state that the Smith man with the biggest dick gets to decide who he wants to fuck… Am I right?” I said to the crowd. There were lots of murmurs of agreement.

    “well… Then I want to fuck the shit out of your sweet virgin ass, Jake. Since you’ve been the one doing all the fucking, I think it would be good for you.”

    I had never been confident. I would never in a million years think I could have said that to anyone, let alone Jake, the object of many of my jack off sessions. But there I was, saying that in front of the whole clan, who Oooooohed at what I said and began laughing. Then chanted FUCK JAKE, FUCK JAKE, FUCK JAKE. And I couldn’t help but smile evilly. Jake turned around, and I could see fear in his eyes. He swallowed, and his big muscular body shook like a leaf. But his dick. His dick was harder than I’d ever seen it.

    I told him to get the fuck over here and bend over the old stump that served as Grandpappy’s throne on campfire nights, and he did obediently and quickly, like an eager little puppy. The SMith men gathered around excitedly, and some fetched lube and lathered it all up my huge dick and put some on his ass. Then they passed it around to each other and lubed up their own cocks and began jacking off, waiting eagerly.

    I grabbed Jake at his hips and leaned down slowly to reach his ear and whispered “You’re gonna like this, you faggot.” I felt him whimper and shiver, and without mercy, I plunged deep into that virgin hole. He shot back his head and screamed, but I could still feel his dick as hard as steel. I went slower and slower until I could feel my pubes touching that sweet ass, and then with a great big slurping sound, I backed out and fucked him. I fucked him good. He was a blubbering mess of moans of sweat and slobber. He wasn’t the cocky bastard anymore. He was my bitch. The longer I fucked him, the more I saw him stroking himself. So I grabbed both of his arms and put them behind his back and pinned him harder on the stump. “you’re mine, bitch. Now, say my fucking name. What’s my name?” Between gasps and moans he said “DAVIS. OH GOD, IT’S DAVIS” and I smiled harder and I plowed long into the night. The other SMith were going wild too, and I’m sure if I wasn’t in heaven I would have noticed all the things they were doing and would have been even more turned on, but I was so happy and so satisfied with that little hunk with his perfect ass and perfectly sculpted back giving into my big ole dick that I couldn’t have noticed Armageddon. I slipped my hand over his chest and played with his nipples, then went down further and further, until I could feel his dick straining and red from needing to cum, and I stroked him. I stroked my bitch. He came really quickly all over the stump, and I laughed at how quick a mighty Smith man peaked and that he better stay a bitch. He couldn’t please anyone with so short an orgasm. That’s when I really hammered him. I was going to so hard that I heard myself screaming. Sweat was flying off me. My muscles in my legs were tensing up and burning with the heat of the fire and the heat of fucking. Jake was sitting in a pool of his own cum like a blob, thrusting back into me. His eyes looked so far away.

    Then finally, I pulled out, grabbed Jake by his hair, spun him around just long enough to see the shocked look in his eyes, then came on his face. It was the biggest load I had ever had. I would have been enough to half fill a milk carton. Jake’s golden body was covered in my own milk, and he gasped and sputtered and tried to swipe it out of his eyes. He looked up at me and smiled.

    “Way to go, little Davis. You’re not so bad.”

    I smiled back at him, then told Daddy and my brothers “Anyone who is a part of my cabin has full rights to this bitch. NO one else is allowed to touch him or let him get touched by anyone else outside of our cabin. Anyone catching him playing with himself or anyone else should tell me and he will be punished for his crimes. THis bitch is mine.”

    And I marched further into the darkness of the forest as the cheers and applause from my speech followed me. I stopped to look back at Jake, who was just being mounted by Daddy, and he looked me in the eyes and said between a grin

    “you’re God now, Mr. Smith. You’re my god now.”

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  • 18-Year-Old Makes Move on Family’s Gardener

    This Story is from my diary

    A few years ago during my senior year in high school, my parents hired a full-time gardener to manicure our large lawn as well as manage the many flower gardens we had. He lived on the estate in the guesthouse.

    From the first week of my senior year in high school, I often came home and went directly to my room on the second floor of our 26 room mansion to watch Butch at work. He looked like a Greek god.

    I often used my binoculars to marvel at this perfect specimen of a man. He always worked only wearing a pair of tennis shoes and tight shorts that showed of his hunk of a body. His huge manhood showed through the outline of those sweaty shorts as did his body muscles.

    As I watched Butch work on the grounds showing off that gorgeous body including a chiseled chest; arms and strong biceps; hard muscled stomach; ropy defined abdomen; pumped quads and calves; long dirty blond hair; deep blue eyes; thick sensuous lips; fuzzy blond hair sticking out of his crotch at the edge of his shorts; big tanned hands; tanned body; and a bulge that looked like a policeman’s night stick, I became dizzy with lust.

    For weeks, I lusted after this 35-year-old stud but never dared to approach him. I watched him from my balcony as he worked mowing the lawn, trimming the hedges and weeding the flower beds. In the heat of the sunny days, I noticed the sweat running off his face, strong arms, chest, stomach, legs and of course soaked shorts. Oh my god, he was wild with what I managed was man odors. His muscles twitched and expanded as he lifted heavy objects. I often saw his biceps enlarge as he weeded the flowers. I would give my life to have one night in bed with this stud.

    Butch stood 6′ 3″ tall, weighed 220 solid pounds, and had a huge neck and shoulders.

    In late afternoon, I would unzip my pants, pull out my rock hard cock and jack-off as I watched this stud work and sweat. Many times I filled my briefs and pants with a gigantic load of my seed as I climaxed while fantasying about sucking his huge cock and getting fucked by this huge man. My fingers and hands received part of my warm nectar that I fed into my mouth. Most nights, after turning into bed, I had masturbatory fantasies that Butch was sucking my cock and fucking my brains out. I lost many loads of cum because of Butch over the weeks.

    I often wondered if I could survive this hunk if I got lucky since I was only 5′ 6″, weighed 150 pounds, slim build, and a very tight ass. I was curious if Butch was gay, would he be attracted to my brown short hair, brown eyes and smooth hairless body.

    After Butch had been working for my parents for three months (July through September), one evening I decided to visit him at the guesthouse. I knocked on the door but got no answer. The door was unlocked so I entered and heard the shower running. I waited until Butch was finished showering and he entered the living room wearing only a white towel. WOW, he looked even better up close.

    “Butch, Hi, I hope it was ok for me to come in and wait for you to finish showering? I just wanted to come by and invite you to join my parents, sister and me next Saturday for dinner at our favorite restaurant out at the lake?”

    “Chance, thank you so much. I would love to have dinner with your family. I have heard that is a five star restaurant. I am sorry that you have caught me almost naked and wet. I will go put on some clothes and be right back.”

    “Butch, no do not apologize; you did not know I was coming by to see you. By the way, you are the most perfect specimen of a human being I have ever seen. How did you ever get to be such a hunk?”

    Butch decided not to dress but came over and sat down by me on the sofa and said: “”WOW, Chance, thank you for the nice compliment. I guess I got this way as a gym jock.”

    The move by Butch caused me to loose complete control. My cock began to grow in my shorts and soon I was as hard as a tire iron. I had no way of hiding my now rock hard erection as I had on very short shorts. I turned blood red as Butch noticed my condition. But I took a huge risk and began solicitously pressing my hot leg up against his still wet hard leg. I pressed hard due to my lust.

    “Chance, man, what are you trying to do? Are you coming on to me? Look at that huge bulge in your cut offs. You are rock hard. Are you gay, man?”

    “I withdrew my leg and began to apologize. “Oh, I am so sorry. Please do not tell my parents that I am gay. I have never had sex with a man—in fact I am a virgin. I just lost control. I have lusted after you ever since the first day you became our gardener. I promise I will not do this again. Please keep my secret.”

    “Calm down, Chance. You have nothing to apologize for in that you re who you are. You are a young horny normal 18-year-old gay man. You are a typical young horny guy with raging hormones.”

    Butch’s words calmed me down yet had me even more horny for this hunk. I became ecstatic when I saw a huge bulge pressing his towel high in the air. It had to be his erect cock.

    “Butch are you too turned on? What is that object sticking up under that towel?”

    “Oh, Chance, you have caught me. I too am gay and your flesh against my flesh has me horny as hell. But I don’t know about this. You are the young son of my employers and if we got caught, I would get fired on the spot. But I must admit I love twinks like you. You have such strong libidos that produce huge amounts of sweet cum. You are really hot.”

    “Oh Butch, please make love to me. I will never tell anyone. I want to be what do you call them? Is it your bitch? You are a man’s man. Please dominate me. I want your huge muscled body and horse sized cock to rip me apart. Please fuck me daddy.”

    At that point, Butch threw off the towel and I almost fainted when I saw his monstrous 11-inch blood filled and vein covered cock. It was awesome. He was already leaking precum as his purple cock head was shinny. My 7.5-inch hard cock was also leaking precum.

    Butch picked me up in his powerful arms facing him, grabbed my butt cheeks, ran his steel hard boner under my pulsating balls and drove his tongue deep into my parting juicy lips. We French kissed as our mouths filled with sloppy salvia that soon was soaking our tongues and dripping down our chins. The kissing became noisy and erotic.

    As we were filled with lust, Butch carried me to his bed and placed me flat on my back on the bed. He spread my hot sweaty legs far apart and started the most sexy rimming of my pink ass. He spit gobs of his huge volume of spit onto my smooth hairless asshole, took his tongue and licked up and down my ass crack and finally he thrust his hot wet tongue as deep as he could into my ass entrance. He went wild sucking and kissing my virgin man pussy. He rimmed me for at least 10 minutes as I bucked my ass and hips up to meet his gorgeous tongue. I was on fire. I became delirious for his cock up my ass. I was ready for a bug fuck.

    Butch got up on the bed and introduced the 69 position. We began giving each other a hot blowjob. I tried so hard to take all his huge cock down my throat but only succeeded in getting about two-thirds to the back of my throat. But it was so good. My mouth was packed with his tool. I sucked hard as I held the base of his cock in my hand. I felt the cock pulsating with excitement from my lips on this great sex organ. I gagged over and over but I was determined to suck that cock as long as he left it in my happy mouth.

    Butch had no trouble swallowing my entire wood. I felt my pubic hair rub up against his nose. It was so awesome. He sucked me like his mouth was a vacuum cleaner. I thought he might suck my cock off my body and swallow it for good leaving me without a cock. The taste of the precum was so arousing. I loved my fist taste of a man’s cum. The blowjobs had us both ready for ass fucking. I could hardly wait. Oh how I wanted that cock in my ass.

    “Chance, your daddy is ready to fuck that pink young ass of yours. It will hurt at first but I will go easy until my cock spreads your ass to fit my snake.”

    Butch put me on my back flat on the bed. He spread my legs, poured lots of lube up my ass, lubed his big cock and began the very gentle slow entrance of his python into my waiting ass channel. He opened me up inch by inch as his cock slid down the chute. I could not believe that after several tries, he had that entire 11-inch cock in my ass. It felt as if a train had invaded my tight ass. I felt so full of sweet meat.

    “Oh my god, your ass is so tight, baby. My cock is being squeezed as if it is in a vice. I love your ass muscles trying to milk me.”

    “Oh, daddy, I love your big hard body lying down on top of me and the feel of that champion cock inside me. Fuck me, give it all to me. Fuck yes, fuck yes, oh shit, make me your bitch. I love your cock.”

    We fucked for about 10 minutes when Butch pulled out, turned me on to my stomach and drove his cock back into my now widened ass. Again he placed his entire big frame down on my body as he used his powerful hips to fuck me harder and harder. I felt the magic way and techniques he used with his cock to explore every inch of my ass. This man knew how to use a cock to set on fire every lustful inch of my body. I was crazy with lust and orgasmic feelings. I had never felt anything this erotic.

    His moves in my ass felt like a wild bear boring into my back and enjoying his catch of another victim. He was all mountain man as a fucker. I could not any longer lift my butt due to the hunk on top of me. It was great.

    Finally, I felt my cock swell, my nuts tightened, and the cum began to flow. Soon I shot a huge load of cum under my body and all over the bed sheets. I was now soaked but so happy. Nest I felt Butch’s cock swell even more and give one final thrust as his cock released what seemed like a torrent of hot, rich cum deep into my guts.

    When Butch was satisfied, he pulled out and turned me onto my back. He took his still dripping cock and shoved it into my mouth so I could drain him dry. The taste of his cum was both sweet and salty. It was delicious.

    He then took his hand and scoped up my cum off the sheets and ate it. We kissed and shared the two hot gobs of semen. I loved the taste.

    “Daddy. I love your big hot body. Can we do this again? This is our secret. I need you over and over.”

    “Yes, my little bitch, I love fucking you. We will have to be very discrete not to make your parents aware of what we are doing. I will teach you many tricks about hot sex.”

    THE END

  • Wyrm Tamers: A Novella

    “Ezekiel! Wake up! We’re under attack!” Ezekiel’s father shook him from his bed. Ezekiel hopped up from his bed and quickly put on his newly acquired blue armor. He grabbed his greatsword before running outside. When he’d entered the streets of Domana, a look of confusion crept onto his face. The citizens of the town were all outside, quivering in fear and looking up at the sky. Ezekiel looked up. “I don’t see any-” he stopped.

    A dark shadow passed over the town as something flew over it, temporarily blocking the sun, then suddenly disappeared. “Archers! Fire!” Ezekiel heard his father yelling at the imperial army. A large volley of arrows began to fly towards the sky, hitting nothing but air. Suddenly, there was a loud thud. Out of nowhere, a ripping gale of wind blew through the town, forcing all of its inhibitors to the ground, all except for Ezekiel. He looked up and saw that there, on top of town hall, was perched a large, black scaly dragon. On its head was a muscular man in a black armored ninja outfit, weilding a bow and wearing a mask that was painted with the face of a fox. His black ponytail of hair blew through the gust like paper.

    The man raised his bow and fired straight for Ezekiel. With a swift roll, he evaded the attack, and the arrow landed right next to him. It was like nothing he’d ever seen before. The arrows seemed to be made of expanding air… Expanding!

    “Get back!” Ezekiel shouted, wrapping his arms around a shopkeeper and her family and shielding them from the large wave of air. “Everyone, go into your homes!” Ezekiel ordered. Without hesitation or protest, the townspeople quickly ran into their homes, including the soldiers.

    “Who the hell are you!?” Ezekiel shouted. The masked man held up his hand an sent a blast of cutting air towards him. Ezekiel held pushed his hand out and a spherical orb of ice surrounded him, protecting him from the attack. Slowly, the ice melted away, and Ezekiel held his sword up, spinning it over his head in a circular motion. With a hard “SLAM” against the ground, a wave of frost was flying towards town hall. The man and his dragon jumped in separate directions before the build was split in half.

    The two fighting fools should’ve recognized each other, but naivete often tends to claim the ones who think they know best. The masked man’s dragon flew upward and circled the city as the masked man himself disappeared. Ezekiel could hear a whisper behind him, but as he turned, no one was there. “I move with the wind.” The masked man said from another direction. “And you can’t catch the wind.” Finally re appearing, the masked man gave Ezekiel a hard whack across the face with his bow, sending him to the ground. As he got up, there was a bleeding scar on his face. He raised his sword up as high as he could, and brought it down towards his attacker. He put his right hand up to block and got a deep cut in his palm.

    “Shit!” He cursed, pushing the white-haired boy off him. He holstered his bow so that the string came diagonally over his chest, and the arc, on his back. He grabbed Ezekiel by the collar and summoned a bit of wind, giving him a hard push and throwing him into a thick patch of trees, completely out of sight as he jumped in after him. Ezekiel pulled him to the ground and the two began to roll, fighting for dominance. Finally it ended and the black haired man was on top. His hair had come undone and was hanging down on opposite sides of Ezekiel’s face as he stared into his gray eyes from behind the mask. Without warning, Ezekiel reached up and turned his mask, just enough for his lips to be exposed, and pulled him down into an aggressive kiss. Their tongues fought for dominance, just as they had a few moments earlier. There was a growl from above the trees as the scaly dragon flew over it. BHS (Black Hair Sir) continued to kiss Ezekiel as he reached up and grabbed BHS’s hips, grinding his butt into his groin.

    There was another growl and BHS got pulled back. “I need to go.” He stood and helped Ezekiel up, both of them with apparent erections. BHS turned to leave, but Ezekiel grabbed his arm, pulling him back. The two held each others hands. “When can I see you again? Without the mask?” Ezekiel asked. BHS’s lips curled into a smile. “Whenever destiny brings us together again.” He said, leaning in and passionately kissing Ezekiel once more before pulling away and turning his mask back down. Ezekiel watched as his strange lover walked away, him and his dragon disappearing in a haze of wind.

    “Destiny… Hmm.”

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  • Wyrm Tamers Book

    “Alright! Alright, men! Simmer down!” Lord Ocho called from his position in the front of the room. He sat cross-legged, a half-naked woman on each side of his large and unshapely body as he slumped over in his drunken haze. “We can’t go celebrating our victory so heavily. We still have to be alert!” He preached again, releasing a burp that echoed through the second floor of the dimly lit dojo. “We kicked those bastards’ asses!” One of his henchmen shouted. “We fucked their wives!” Another one yelled, receiving a roar of laughter from his intoxicated subordinates. “We couldn’t have done it without Dante! Let’s here it for our hero!” And a round of applause echoed throughout the entire town of Shizen. One of his colleagues pushed him, forcing him to stand from his sitting position. “Boy, come on up here!” Lord Ocho bellowed. Dante followed his orders and stood at the front of the room, next to his leader. The chorus of clapping and cheering had increased greatly. “Without you and your abilities,” Lord Ocho began when the noise subsided, “we would most certainly have perished. You’re the youngest one here and I trust you much more with my life than I ever would with these idiots!” His moronic audience burst into even more laughter. “But all jokes aside,” he continued, standing, “I love you like a son and I’m glad to have you. Another round in Dante’s honor!” Lord Ocho finished, rubbing a hand through Dante’s brown hair. The applause from this declaration was so loud, Dante was sure the entire establishment would crumble.

    “Give us a demonstration!” Someone suggested. “Yeah!” Another agreed. Then the entire clan began to chant. “Dante! Dante! Dante!” Lord Ocho looked at him. “Give the people what they want.” He mumbled to Dante with a smile. Dante lifted his hand to silence the rowdy brutes. “Alright, alright. Everyone move to the side walls.” Dante ordered. As the floor cleared, he slowly stepped to the middle, holding his black, iron katana at his side. He lowered himself to a stance and closed his eyes. As his sense of sight faded, his other senses were enhanced. He could hear the sound of the men’s bellies churning, full with alcohol and ramen. He smell the strong scent of aged Sake and ale on their breaths. He could practically taste the exotic tang of sweat in the air, a result of their earlier battle. As he concentrated longer, he could feel every ounce of his aura and energy being channeled into his blade. Their was a simultaneous gasp as his sword was ignited with an encasing flame. His eyes opened, and as quick as a blink, he slashed diagonally with his katana, sending a wave of inferno hurtling towards the wall and burning through it.

    Dante tensed. He turned to see his leader’s blank face. “Oh, I’m really sorry abo-” Lord Ocho silenced Dante with a clap that started an uproar amongst the clan. The men all rushed in, the biggest one lifting Dante up on his shoulder. “Dante! Dante! Dante! Dante!”

    The next morning, Dante had awoken extra early. He was walking through the already-busy street-markets and was slowly filling his pockets. Not with faith, trust, or dignity, but with items he was stealthily pilfering from townspeople.

    Now, readers, let me stop and give you a lesson in moral standards. As you know, it is very wrong to steal, but there are some instances where it is acceptable. For instance, say you are at an art museum and you see a beautiful, elegant painting hanging on the wall and you think, “This would look SO much better in my house.”, so you steal the picture and take it home. Even if it does look better on your pink and black wall paint, it is still wrong. However, if you are very poor, your house is about to be foreclosed, and you’re starving, then it may be acceptable for you to steal the picture, take it home, and eat it.

    “Hey ya little bastard!” A large street thug stepped out to block Dante’s path. His clothes were tattered and his slightly tanned skin was etched with battle scars. His large, sweaty biceps reflected the sun and defined every curve and ridge with precision. Dante stopped and looked up at the large man towering him. Dante stared at his dark green eyes with his own red-yellow ones. “You know stealing is wrong don’t you.” The thug lowered his voice so that only Dante could hear him. Dante felt a chill run down his spine as the man graced him with the presence of a maniacal smile. Dante still stared at the man, half wondering if he should draw his blade and slaughter him like swine.

    “How bout I make you a deal? You give me half of everything you stole and I won’t expose you as a thief to the entire town?” His smile hadn’t faltered a bit. “How bout you step aside and I won’t paint this street a nasty shade of crimson?” Dante threatened. The thug gave an unnecessarily loud laugh. “You? Kill me? I wouldn’t bet on it. But if that’s the choice you wanna make.” He stepped back and pulled a sword from seemingly nowhere. Without warning, he swung at Dante, who quickly dodged, causing him to hit and kill a nearby woman. Screams of terror jumped from the mouths of the frantic witnesses as they spread out into a wide circle around the dueling men. “Someone get the magistrates!” A man’s voice called. Dante hopped up from his crouched position and aimed for his opponent’s chest. The seemingly experienced thug effortlessly blocked, grabbed Dante’s arm, and threw him to the ground. His sword sliced downward at Dante’s head and he quickly put up his sword, one hand on the grip and the other on the back of the blade for equal leverage, and stopped the attack. The loud clashing of their swords scared another gasp from the crowd.

    “If this is all the strength you possess, then it was clearly a mistake for me to start this fight.” The thug taunted as he pushed his sword down harder against Dante’s, creating sparks as they rubbed together. Dante took a deep breath, filled his lungs with energy, and shot a large ball of fire from his mouth into the face of his attacker. He staggered back into a vegetable stand, clutching his sizzling face. In the distance, the sound of magistrate whistles could be heard blowing loudly (for those of you that don’t know, the magistrates were a for of police for Japan during the Edo Period). Dante used this opportunity to hop up and flee the scene. As he headed farther from the crowd to the town entrance, he saw magistrates coming in droves to intercept him. The large group of men in white kimonos drew their swords. “Stop! We’ve been ordered by the town of Shizen to take you into custody for murder!” One of them in the front stated. “I didn’t kill anyone, it was the other man!” Dante protested. He was about to turn and run, but he saw another pack of magistrates coming up behind him. The only other way was…

    “There’s nowhere to run, murderer!” Dante closed his eyes as they surrounded him, concentrating once more. “Drop your sword, now.” They ordered. “Do you hear me-” Their words faded into nothing more than mumbles as Dante blocked the sound out. It sounded was if he were under water. As the noise stopped and Dante reopened his eyes, he was in a large cave. Sitting in the middle of that cave was a dragon with crimson red scales. “Your aura becomes stronger with every flame released from your body.” The dragon stated in a strange voice. It sounded as if every voice in the world had been meshed together to create one, deep, booming sound. “I need your help again.” Dante ignored the dragon’s earlier statement. “Very well. Join me, speak the words of the ritual.” The dragon commanded. “Breathe unto me,

    The breath of a thousand dragon souls,” the two began together. “May my willpower be the tinder to set all those against righteousness ablaze,

    And let the flame of my spirit smolder like dying embers…”

    Dante opened his eyes and he was once again in the frantic confusion of Shizen. His eyes were glowing a shade of red and orange as he held his hands out at his sides. With flick of his wrists, a large, circular wave of fire emitted from his body. He could hear the screams and shouts of agony from the magistrates as they were all burned to death. He fell to the ground, weak from exerting so much power. “Dammit, I didn’t mean to kill them.” He thought as he fell completely flat on his stomach next to piles of ash and bone. He looked up with his last bit of power and could see the badly burned thug and another man standing over him. “You sure you wanna touch him after what just happened?” The other man asked. The burned thug nodded, his face for some odd reason beginning to heal. “Look at him. He’s gone and burned himself out.” He stated, pushing dante over on his back with his foot. “Let’s act fast, he’ll only be out for a little while.” The no-longer-burned thug said as he grabbed Dante and threw him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

    Dante quickly reopened his eyes to see himself in the cave again. “What? No. No! What happened!?” He asked the dragon. “You didn’t think an exertion of aura that immense came without repercussions, did you?” He began. “You must allow yourself to practice before you move on to stronger attacks. You could die.” Dante nodded, showing that he understood. He walked over to a small watering hole in the corner of the cave. He knelt down and began splashing handfuls of it on his face, drinking in a little bit. As he pulled back, he felt instantly refreshed. Dante reached down and untied his black kimono. “I need to take a swim.” He looked up at the roof of the cave that had somewhat of an upside down cone shape, but instead of a pointy end, there was a hole at the top that was letting in sunlight.

    Dante took a deep breath and jumped in. As he swam down, he saw that it led to an even deeper, underwater “city”. There were schools of fish, large sharks and whales that completely ignored him, and many other aquatic species. He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned around. Behind him was a boy clad in blue armor, his hair was white like misty clouds, and his eyes were a soothing gray.

    “Hey, are you lost?” He asked through the water somehow. “No I-” Dante stopped, surprised that no water had flowed into his mouth and that he wasn’t drowning. The boy in front of him laughed. “You can’t die in the astral plane, silly!” He laughed, grabbing Dante’s hand and beginning to swim. The entire underwater cave looked exactly like the cave above it. The walls were red as the clay they were formed from. There were holes throughout it letting in sunlight, but somehow managing to not let out water.

    Dante realized that they were swimming into a hole that was like a small room. In the middle of it was a table and three other figures. The two of them took seats at the table. “My name is Ezekiel. This is Raine.” The white haired boy said pointing to a boy with long black hair. Dante and Raine smiled at each other. Ezekiel smiled as well, “And this is… and …” He continued, his words drowned out. Dante turned and screamed in horror, jumping back from his chair. The two un-introduced figures were ghastly. It was as if someone painted them on an easel and then smeared them. None of their figures could be distinguished except two glowing red eyes. “Oh, I forgot! … told me that you aren’t ready to meet them yet.” Ezekiel said, slapping his forehead and laughing. The entire group laughed, except Dante, who was still quite shocked. “I… I need to be going.” He said, about to swim out. Ezekiel grabbed him. “Wait! Don’t go out that way. Take this.” He leaned in and kissed Dante, a frosty sensation resting on his lips as he shut his eyes in complete bliss.

    As he reopened them, he realized he was standing in front of the watering hole, he also realized he was just introduced to four people in his undergarments. “Dante. You must go.” The dragon rushed him. “What’s going on, Belphegor?” He asked, tying on his kimono. The entire cave shook. “What the hell!” Dante exclaimed. The cave rocked again violently sending him to the ground. Belphegor shook his scaly head. “No time, begin the resonating process!” He yelled. He spit a ball of fire at Dante, creating a circle of flames around him. Dante crossed his legs, closed his eyes, and meditated.

    Dante reopened his eyes just in time to receive another hard slap from his kidnapper. He was about to retaliate but realized his hands were bound to the wooden chair he was sitting in. “Ah, our prisoner had awaken at last.” The thug from before taunted. “Finally, we can formally meet. My name is Aizen. And you are?”

    “Fuck you.” Aizen licked his lips. “Don’t tempt me.” Dante spit a fireball from his mouth, and once more, it hit Aizen in the face. But this time, he didn’t scream, jump back, or even flinch. When the flames had disappeared… His face was absolutely normal! “I won’t be falling for that again, my dear.” As Aizen continued to speak, his street language faded and was replaced by a more classy vocabulary. “But, you did remind me that I can stop masquerading.” At that moment, his skin began to melt and peel off until it was nothing more than a pile of flesh at feet. Dante looked up to see someone new standing before him. His evilly black hair had been gelled upward into a fauxhawk with a few red streaks. His skin was a warm shade of melted caramel. But what had been so mesmerizing about Aizen to Dante were those amethyst, purple eyes.

    “Now that we are better acquainted, would you mind telling me your name.” Dante’s lips remained sealed. Aizen laughed. “It’s ok, Dante.” He rubbed a hand through the captive boy’s brown hair,pulling it back so he could look deep into his eyes. “I know who you are, I was just hoping you’d cooperate. I’ve been looking for you. I’ve been looking for all of you.” Dante’s expression changed into one of confusion. “That little altercation in the city was simply for me to see if you were who I thought you were. So tell me something, where are the other four?” He leaned in close to Dante, so close that he could taste the evil on his breath. “Other four what?” Dante asked confused. Aizen stood straight, a smile on his face. “Intriguing! You haven’t met The Tester yet. Good. I still have time to give you my business proposal.” He said as he pulled up a chair and sat much closer to Dante than the boy was comfortable with. “Dante, your time is drawing near. When you are communicated with by The Tester… I want you to kill him.” Dante shivered for a moment. “What are you talking about? Who is this ‘Tester’? Does he threaten my clan?” He asked, struggling to get free. Aizen grinned with a face that could send chills down the spine of satan himself. “Yes. He’s plotting to destroy you, your clan, and Lord Oboe.”

    “It’s ‘Ocho’.” Dante corrected. Aizen leaned in and kissed Dante. It was a kiss like no other the boy had experienced. He felt a spark, but then the sensation turned to a cold one as Aizen ran his icy fingers up Dante’s spine. Dante’s back arched a little and he let out a moan into Aizen’s mouth. Aizen pulled back with an accomplished smile at his lips. “I thought you’d like that. You seem like a person whose senses are enhanced. How about if I do this?” Aizen leaned back in again, grabbing Dante’s bound arms as he kissed him. Dante’s entire body felt like it was on fire, but as Aizen kissed him, his tongue and lips felt icy and cool. Dante suddenly wanted Aizen to kiss all over him to put the fire out. Aizen pulled back again, just as another moaned slipped from between Dante’s lips. The fiery sensation was growing rapidly as Aizen sat and looked at him. “I want you to beg for it.” Dante bit his lip before he spoke. He couldn’t do it. No matter how much he forced himself, he couldn’t. The heat on his body increased.

    “Fuck, Aizen please! Touch me! Make the burn go away!” He groaned, feeling a strange sensation in his groin. Aizen’s trademark evil grin reappeared as he untied Dante’s kimono and opened it, exposing his chest and abdomen. Aizen leaned forward, kissing and tracing patterns with his tongue into Dante’s tensing chest. An instant cool sensation ran over him, overpowering the hot sensation from before, except for in his slowly hardening dick. “Is that all of it?” Aizen asked as he stopped his kissing to look up as Dante. It’s as if the man was torturing him, doing all this on purpose, just to toy with him. Dante nodded, but groaned as the fire in his erection grew heavier. “Are you sure?” Aizen asked. Are you sure you don’t feel something here?” He placed his hand on Dante’s burning arousal. “Please- ugh!” Another groan surfaced as Aizen freed him from the constraining underwear, tucking the waistband under Dante’s swollen balls. “Enough said.” Aizen leaned forward, he licked the head of Dante’s eight inch cock, collecting droplets of sweet precum. With an intake of breath, he leaned in swallowed Dante’s cock down to the base with ease. With each deep slurping of Dante’s cock, the burning feeling began to fade. Aizen removed himself from Dante’s well slicked erection and stood, removing his tattered clothes and revealing a thick nine and a half inch dick. He climbed on top of Dante, straddling his lap, an began to lower himself on Dante’s erection. Dante had felt a surge pleasure that was completely new to him. His body shuddered as Aizen’s warm walls encased him completely. He could feel his insides moving and creating friction against his dick. “Oh shit.” He moaned. Aizen had picked up a steady rhythm, sliding himself up and down, and staring into Dante’s eyes. Dante’s senses were in a frenzy. They didn’t know what to tell the poor lost boy as he released countless moans of pleasure. There was only one thing they were telling him. “Oh fuck, I’m cumming!” He shouted, Aizen leaned in and bit his neck. With a fierce groan and an upward push that had finally torn a moan from Aizen’s throat, he released stream after stream of fresh cum into Aizen’s ass. Aizen rolled his hips, giving Dante an even greater feeling of pleasure.

    Aizen pulled himself off of Dante, grabbing his shirt to wipe the cum from his ass that was slowly dribbling out. “See, if you join me, I’ll live to please you, and you only.” Aizen said, getting down on his knees in front of Dante and kissing his inner thighs. “So what will it be? Aizen bit his lip. Just then, the other man from earlier walked in, wearing a black cloak with a hood. “Oh! Am I interrupting something?” He asked. Aizen looked incredibly upset. You know I told you to wait outside until I fetched you! Yes, you ARE interrupting something. What do you want?” Aizen stood and untied Dante, letting him get dressed as he walked over to a table and put on a dark, black trenchcoat. Dante had finally gotten dressed as he turned back to the mysterious hooded figure. “What do you want… Uhm…” Aizen stuttered, thinking. “That is right, you have never asked my name. I am The Tester.” He slipped his hood off, revealing his fractured face with a red piece glowing bright. Aizen gasped, “Back off! He’s mine! I saw him first!” He held out his hand and Dante swiftly ducked as bolts of black lightning shot across the room at The Tester, who returned with neon red bolts. The two forces collided in the center of the large room, casting shadows across the walls. “Just because you were able to capture and absorb the Lightning Wyrm Possessor, doesn’t mean I’ll let you get another one.” The Tester admonished. Aizen turned to look at Dante who was back in the corner, cowering with fear. “He doesn’t know what he’s talking about! I’d never do that to you!” He reassured. He grabbed his firing arm with his other hand and pushed more bolts and force. No one was advancing, it was a stalemate. In realizing this, the two stopped and turned to Dante.

    “What will it be, Dante?” The Tester inquired. Aizen held his hand out for Dante to grab onto. “Come with me, and I’ll make you the richest man in all of Eastern Japan.” Dante looked up, and after a moment of hesitation, took Aizen’s hand and stood with him. “Your making a poor decision. What would the others say?” The tester queried. “How would I know? You tried to hide them from me.” Dante retorted. “That’s right.” Aizen agreed with a smile. “You weren’t ready to meet them.” The Tester said. “We’ve had enough of your lies.” Aizen stated, sending a wave of energy toward The Tester that pushed him back. By the time the force stopped and he’d looked back up, that area of the room was engulfed in a large dark sphere. When it disappeared, both Aizen and Dante were gone without a trace.

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  • Tunnel of Love

    From Part 1…..

    I left and hurried home and the more I thought about it the harder my cock got. It was close to eight when I headed back to the tunnel. I entered and saw Duke leaning against the side wall next to the niche.

    “Hello,” he said with a smile.

    “Hi,” I replied and offered my hand for a hand shake.

    He grasp my hand and realized that there was a note inside. He smiled and slipped it into his pocket as I suddenly turned and left the tunnel, catching him off guard.

    ————————————

    Part 2….

    I returned to my apartment, saying to myself, ‘What the fuck did I just do.’

    After retrieving a cold beer from the fridge, I sat on my sofa, thinking.

    A few minutes later there was a knock at my door. I jumped up, startled. It’s really happening, I thought.

    I went to the door and opened it, and looked into Duke’s sky blue eyes. “Hello,” he said.

    “Hi. Come on in,” I replied, my entire body shaking from a case of nerves.

    “May I ask a question?” he said as he entered the room.

    “Sure,” I replied as I closed the door. “Would you care for a beer?”

    “Hell yea.”

    As I retrieved his beer I asked, “What is your question?”

    “Just why did you invite me here?”

    “Like you said, I am curious, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it right out in public.”

    “I can understand that,” he answered. “Have you ever done anything with another guy before?”

    “No, absolutely nothing,” I replied. “And seeing how you’re built, I would never have suspected that you were gay.”

    “Well, I didn’t always look like this. I was just a tall slim kid when I realized I was gay. By the time I was nineteen, I was totally active and being picked on constantly. I decided to change things and joined a gym. Before long, no one was picking on me, after I put one or two in their place. Now, no one, including my boss, has any idea that I’m gay.”

    “Well, you sure had me fooled when I first saw you.”

    “So, just what are you curious about?”

    “A couple of the girls I’ve dated have started giving me head, and it felt good at times, but they would never go all the way. I want to see what it’s like to reach a climax that way.”

    “Well, the purpose of giving another man a blow job is two fold. One is to give him the pleasure of reaching his climax and the other is for the one giving the blow job the pleasure of receiving his release.”

    “Do you enjoy receiving?”

    “Hell yes. I love the feel of another man’s cock throbbing in my mouth as he climax’s and I love the taste of another man’s load. I swallow every drop.”

    I could feel my cock steadily stiffening as we talked. I knew then that I had to try it. Without hesitation, I quickly dropped my shorts then my briefs. When Duke saw my cock, he smiled and said, Man, you’re fucking beautiful. That has to be at least eight inches.”

    “It is,” I replied.

    He stepped up to me and slowly removed my tee shirt. There I was, totally naked with him sensually rubbing his hands over my entire body.

    He guided me to the sofa where he sat me down then asked me, “May I do more that just suck your cock?”

    “Do whatever you want,” I replied, not knowing what to expect.

    As Duke began to gently caress my body, he gently began licking and sucking one nipple then the other. I moaned softly at the pleasure I was receiving.

    Then he began licking his way down my body and soon was gently licking and sucking my full nuts. The moans continued and when he finally took my cock into his mouth and buried his nose in my thick black bush, I let out a loud gasp.

    He sucked me a few minutes then stopped. I was terribly disappointed as he began lifting my legs. Then, before I knew it, I felt his hot wet tongue lovingly caressing my hole. Then his tongue began to drill it’s way into me.

    “Oh, Fuck Yea!” I exclaimed loudly.

    He ate my hole for a while then returned to my cock, again swallowing every inch. He worked up and down and before long I reached my climax and let my load fill his hungry mouth. He eagerly drained every drop of my load from my cock before pulling off. As he looked into my eyes, he smiled and swallowed.

    “Man, that was the biggest load I’ve had in a long time. Do you always shoot loads like that?”

    “Most of the time, yea,” I replied.

    I could tell that his own cock was rock hard from the bulge in his jeans.

    “If you would like, I’ll jerk you off,” I replied.

    “I’d like that,” he said.

    I was expecting him to just drop his pants but instead he stripped completely naked. Other than in the showers at the gym, this was the first time I had been naked this intimately with another male. It was so erotic.

    His cock was about seven and a half inches but just slightly thicker than mine. I began stroking his cock and decided to give him more pleasure.

    As I stroked him, I leaned forward and began gently sucking one nipple then the other. For the first time, I knew how sensual that felt. He moaned softly for a moment before saying, “I’m about to shoot.”

    I sat up and as I did, his cock exploded, firing volley after volley of thick white cum out onto his muscular stomach and chest.

    Then, to my shocked surprise, he grabbed my face and pulled me to him, pressing his lips to mine. I could feel his tongue caressing my lips. He soon pulled away saying, “I’m sorry for that but you had me so fucking turned on.”

    “No harm done,” I replied.

    He smiled and began dressing. As he did, he said, “I gave you my name but you never told me yours.”

    “Sorry. I’m Mark.”

    “Meeting you was a real pleasure for me,” he replied. “I certainly hope we meet again.”

    Smiling, I said, “We just might. You know where I live, so if you see me and I motion with my head, follow me. Just don’t show up without me inviting you.”

    “You got a deal,” he replied.

    We went to the door and before he left he gave me a hug and said how much he ad enjoyed the evening.

    “So did I,” I replied.

    He left and I looked back over the evening. I had totally enjoyed getting sucked to completion and jerking him off. I even realized that I enjoyed his kiss.

    But I wondered if I could ever do more. Only time would tell.

    I began going to the tunnel a couple of times a week and motioning for Duke to follow. He always did. Each time was a repeat of the first time we met, with one exception. After the second meeting, when he kissed me, I would kiss him back and we would exchange tongues. It really wasn’t any different that tongue kissing a female.

    This went on for several months. Then, I decided to check out the tunnel one Friday night. It was much more active than

    during the week, with encounters between three or four guys at the same time.

    Duke was blowing an older man when he spotted me. I motioned to him and as he continued sucking, he gave me a thumbs up. I returned to my apartment, knowing he would soon follow.

    As I waited, I made a decision, actually two of them.

    Moments later, there was a knock on my door and I let Duke in. As we had done for a while, we greeted each other with a hot wet kiss.

    I was already nude and Duke quickly removed his clothes. We sat on the sofa and each sipped a beer as we casually fondled each others cocks.

    After a moment, I leaned over and began sucking on his nipples before tongue kissing him. After the kiss, I looked into his eyes and asked, “Would you like to stay the night with me?”

    “You better fucking know I would. I’ve wanted to for a while now.”

    “Great. I was hoping you would say yes.”

    We kissed again after which I led him to the bedroom. The bed was already turned back, ready for us. We lay down and I rolled over and lay atop him. He smiled and had a surprised look on his face.

    I began to lovingly kiss his neck and chest before working on his nipples. Then I began moving lower. As I did, Duke moaned softly. I continued going lower and within seconds I lifted his hard cock and hungrily swallowed it.

    As I did, Duke moaned then said “Mother fuck! I never expected this.”

    I began sucking Duke just as he had been sucking me for several months. I even sucked on his balls for a while before going back to his cock. After a few moments, he moaned again and said, “Just so you know, I’m about to shoot.”

    I continued sucking and moments later his cock exploded, filling my mouth. I was experiencing my first taste of cum and found that I liked it.

    Once I knew he was drained, I pulled off and swallowed. He watched and after I had swallowed it all we kissed again.

    When we separated, he asked, “What the fuck made you do that?”

    “I just wanted to give you the same pleasure that you gave me. It’s done some dating the last few weeks and sucking cock is so much better than eating pussy. And there is so much less drama. Women can be so picky. Besides, I wanted to see which side of the fence I wanted to be on.

    “And which side did you choose?” he asked.

    “The gay side. I knew that if I sucked your cock and liked it, it is what I wanted for the future.”

    “Are you saying that you consider yourself gay?”

    “Yes, and I want you to show me everything I need to experience.”

    “It will be my pleasure,” he replied.

    “Can you spend the entire weekend with me?”

    “You better know it,” he replied.

    “Great. I’ve seen guys in the tunnel getting fucked and I want to see what it’s like to fuck a guy.”

    “I’d be honored to be your first ass to fuck.”

    He pulled out a tube of lube and greased each of us up. Then, laying on his back, he pulled his legs up and said, “It’s all yours.”

    I got into position, and eased my cock into his hole. It was tight but soon the head of my cock slipped in as he moaned softly. I gradually eased in deeper and soon I was in balls deep.

    “Fuck yea,” he said. “Now fuck me!”

    I began to piston in and out and it was awesome. I wondered if it was as good for him as it was for me.

    “Fuck me stud. I want to feel you blow your nuts deep in me.”

    Moments later he got his wish. As I fired off my load, we both let out a loud moan of pleasure.

    As I pulled out of his ass, he smiled and said, “That is one of the best fucks I’ve ever had.”

    “I’m glad you enjoyed it. I certainly know I did. Hell, that was better than any cunt I’ve ever had.”

    We kissed and made out for a while before I asked him to fuck me. He agreed but warned me of the initial pain that I would experience. “The more you get fucked the less pain there is. Eventually, all you feel upon entry is some slight pressure.”

    I said that I still wanted him to fuck me. After lubing both of us up, I got in the same position as he had and seconds later I felt his cock pressing against my hole.

    As the head of his cock made entry, I let out a soft cry. He held his position and let me adjust then slowly continued his entry.

    Once he was all the way in, he stopped and rested. Then after a few moments he began to piston in and out. It was very uncomfortable at first but before long I was totally loving it, begging him to seed my hole.

    When he did, I cried out “Fuck yea! Fill me up. Damn, man, I love it.”

    Later that evening he sucked me after which he fucked me again. I knew from that moment that I would never have sex with a woman again. I wanted men!

    Duke and I met often sucking and fucking each other. Before long, he asked if he could bring a friend with him for a three-way. I agreed and it was awesome having one fucking my mouth while another fucked my ass.

    Then, one Friday night I entered the tunnel and when I was about half way through, I saw one guy with his pants down getting fucked by one man, while he sucked another. I paused for a moment, watching this public display with others, when I noticed the Marine emblem tattoo on his left bicep. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

    TO BE CONTINUED……………..

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  • John & Bruce

    John was under his pickup, getting the plug back in the oil pan after draining it of the black used oil, when he heard a vehicle pull around his house and pull up behind him. He recognized the oversize tires and wheels and knew it was Bruce. He saw Bruce’s feet drop to the ground, the scuffed and scratched old work boots he always wore and the frayed jeans covering their tops, and John slid out from under his truck. As he lay on his back, wiping his hands of the worst of the oil and grim, Bruce came up and stood over him. John had known Bruce all his life, when he was born and his parents came to church with him only a few weeks old and John, only five, standing around watching the adults admiring the baby wrapped up in the blanket, then all through their childhoods at church, then the school bus rides where at school their age differences separated them. John had watched Bruce grow up, his body fill out from playing football and baseball, and when John was starting to farm full time with his father and expanding their farming, Bruce left for college, home only a few weekends and breaks and the summer. It was summers when John saw Bruce the most and really began to notice him, the way his body really filled out, a strong muscular frame, and he let his hair grow out some, his jet black hair no longer cut close to the scalp. Now Bruce stood over him, his old plaid shirt hanging loose over his frame, unbuttoned to mid-chest and the sleeves ripped off revealing his strong tanned arms and upper chest. John had to hold up one hand to shield his eyes as he looked up to Bruce, the sun shining just over his shoulder hitting John in the face.

    “Hey Bruce, figured you’d come by sometime.”

    Bruce looked down at John, looked at his long lean frame, the way his dirty t-shirt rode up from his low-waist jeans revealing the white band of his boxers and about an inch of flesh. He looked at the way the sleeves of the t-shirt rolled up and he could see the hair in his arm pit of his upheld arm, the light brown hair wet with sweat. He brought his eyes to John’s face, looking up at him, waiting for him to say something, as he quickly looked at John’s face once again, as he had done for years, noticing how his brown hair curled slightly when wet with sweat, how his sideburns came in thick and straight, John letting them extend down below his ears, and Bruce looked at the goatee that framed his chin, and as he scanned upward he noticed the vivid blue eyes looking back at him, waiting, knowing.

    “Yeah, meant to come by sooner…but been busy. Daddy has a cow that is sick and I’ve had to tend to it.”

    “Sorry to hear. You’re not going to lose it are ya?”

    “Nah, it’s better now. We got her shut up in a separate pin for awhile, though” Bruce replied, his natural southern dialect slowly rolling off his tongue. Bruce looked up and away, as if he suddenly saw something, buying time, nervous to continue, to say what he wanted to say.

    John sat up and tossed the rag over his tool box and sat staring at the ground, knowing it was tough, knowing it could be so hard to say, here in this place, a place so relaxed and laid back on the surface, but when something was different, not the norm, then…

    The tension was making them both feel anxious, but John felt he had to let Bruce speak first, had to know it wasn’t a fluke, seeing him last Saturday night, down in town at the only gay bar; a small hole in the wall place out in the edge of the industrial park where most of the industry had been gone for a decade or longer, where most of the buildings were boarded up; a place separate from those who are un-accepting, safe from prying eyes.

    “I saw you…well…shit” and his voice faltered, his body tensed up tight and John could see him balling up his fist and releasing them, see the way the fear surfaced in his face. “Damn…John, ya go there often?”

    “Yeah, pretty often.”

    “That was my first time going there. I..ah…well I’d been wondering, ya know, and I went on line and…there was a couple of times at college I…uh, well…” and Bruce finally looked John in the eye, his determination to say what he had come to say; “couldn’t stand it, the way it seemed like a…I don’t know how to say it.”

    “Just a hook up?”

    “Yeah.”

    “Why did you bolt Saturday night when you saw me?”

    “I don’t know. It surprised me to see you there, to see someone I knew, someone…” and Bruce looked down at the ground, kicking the dirt with his right boot.

    “Bruce, are you gay?” John asked the question as simply as he could, his voice calm and quiet. Bruce just shook his head yes. “It’s ok Bruce, it’s nothing to be ashamed of, no matter what you’ve heard.”

    “I know, but…”

    “No buts about it, but you’re right to think it isn’t easy, not here, where it is so hard to find someone.”

    Suddenly Bruce looked up, looked John in the eye, and a small smile spread over his face. “So ya don’t have a boyfriend, or anything?”

    John looked up at Bruce, a smile on his face as he hesitated a moment before shaking his head no. He held up his right hand for Bruce to help him up and as Bruce pulled, John stood up in front of him, so close Bruce caught his scent, that fresh working masculine scent. John put his hands into his front pockets and rolled on his feet closer, face to face.

    “You want to come up to the house, maybe stay for dinner…or something.”

    Bruce looked at John as his offer sank into his mind, and he thinking ‘finally’ for he had watched John what seemed all his life, every since he felt some vague attraction to other boys, even before some of his classmates thought of girls, when he didn’t understand the attraction but knew he had to be careful, not stare too long, not look at them too hard, but with John, over the years, it had been hard. He’d known John all his life, who was always older, more mature, and when he got to sixth grade and John a junior, riding the bus for the last few times before he got his first truck, Bruce had watched the tall lean body make its way down the narrow aisle, watched the way his round ass would move by him, his jeans always tight and low on his waist. He had fantasized about John, masturbated to his thoughts of what it could be like, but he had never seriously considered John available, the five years between them seemingly so large in school. But now, he a senior at college, soon to be finished, and John settled down to farming, it was different now, the age difference, that invisible wall between them that made John out of his reach. He looked at John, looked at the smear of oil across his cheek, the way his sweaty hair fell over his forehead, looked into his blue eyes, seeing the mischief, the daring and he smiled as he stood up straight leaning forward closer, so close their noses nearly touching.

    “I’d love to come up to your house, stay for dinner…or something” he replied in a whisper.

    John led Bruce up to his house, an old clapboard single story house set high off the ground, its masonry piers rising up waist high. They made their way up the concrete steps to the screen porch that ran the width of the back of the house, and across the porch where John took a seat and began to unlace his boots.

    “If you don’t mind, can you pull your shoes off and leave them out here?” He asked Bruce.

    “Sure” Bruce replied, dropping down on the porch to tug off his boots. He sat his boots next to John’s and followed him inside. The interior was a surprise, its décor so simple, so clean, the furniture contemporary, with art work on the walls. It was one large room across the back, living, dining and kitchen. John saw the look on Bruce’s face, the surprise at the interior.

    “I’ve been renovating the house as I can afford it. I flipped the plan putting all the living areas back here and now I’m doing the front. So don’t be surprised at the mess up there.”

    “This is really nice, John. I mean it; really nice.”

    “Thanks. Listen, why don’t you relax, turn on the TV or the computer; I’ve got some music downloaded on it. I’m going to jump in the shower and wash up.”

    Bruce looked at John and smiled. “Okay.”

    John was soon under the shower, letting the hot water rinse the worst of the grim off, then grabbing a wash cloth, soaped it up and began to scrub his skin clean. He kept thinking about Bruce, thinking about all the times he had seen him when he was maturing, filling out, remembering thinking he was going to be attractive and would probably break a lot of hearts, the way his Native-American features gave him a handsome profile, natural olive toned skin that looked so smooth; looks so smooth and now his hair having a little length, the real deep shine of its blackness really visible. He thought of the times he’d seen Bruce mowing along the shoulder of the road along his family’s property, shirtless, his upper torso tanned and shiny with sweat, or the times in recent years of seeing him at the general store, coming in to take a break, and leaning over to pick a candy bar from the low shelves in front of the counter, his jeans tight to his ass, his thin cheap t-shirt riding up to reveal tanned flesh, or days he wore a tank top, something most of the other guys didn’t wear, and he could see his underarm hair, usually wet with sweat, and he had in those moments pushed those thoughts out of his mind, thinking Bruce too young, even though he had been at college at the time, thought him straight, not interested in other guys, but now, as he washed the shampoo from his hair, he had to smile at the way things were working out, the way he had seen Bruce come into that bar, so relaxed and casual, until he realized he was being watched by someone who knew him, who had grown up in his own community and he had bolted out the door. John had been disappointed at first but he knew, sooner or later, eventually, Bruce would show up at his place.

    John turned to let the spray hit his back as he washed his chest, down his stomach and his crotch when he realized he was no longer alone. He looked through the cheap plastic curtain and saw Bruce standing there, and as he pulled it back to see clearly, he realized Bruce was naked. He glanced down Bruce’s body, it firm and muscular, more developed than his own, downward over his narrow waist and flat stomach, down over his half hard cock arcing out over his nuts, then he looked up into his smiling face.

    “Can I get in with ya” he asked.

    John pulled back the curtain and moved to make room for Bruce in the old tub. Bruce stepped in, up close, face to face with John as he pulled the clear plastic curtain back. The spray was hitting John on the shoulders and back and cascading down his body and splashing onto Bruce’s skin. Bruce leaned forward and put his lips to John’s neck, ran his mouth upward to his ear and came back along his jaw line toward his mouth. John felt the warm mouth, pressing through the warm water, as it slid over his face. Soon they were kissing as their chest came together. Bruce soon had John’s cock in his hand, tugging on it, squeezing it, stroking it, making it rise up hard. John held Bruce by the waist, lost to the sensations of Bruce was giving him until he couldn’t take it any longer and he moved against Bruce, pushed him against the wall pressing his body up against him tightly, letting Bruce feel his hard cock pressed against his own. John rocked his hips against Bruce, pressing his cock between them, feeling it get harder; his need more urgent.

    John stepped back, his breathing almost ragged, and he looked at Bruce in the eye, dark brown eyes, seemingly endless in their depth. He dropped down on his knees and held on to the cheeks of Bruce’s ass as he leaned forward and kissed and licked Bruce’s hard cock. He ran his tongue up the curved shaft, over the loose skin pulled back from the head and sucked on the head like a lollipop, tonguing it, sucking it, feeling it fill his mouth, feeling it begin to move back and forth as Bruce began to work his hips, move them in that primitive natural instinctive way, pushing his cock deeper into John’s mouth, feeling its warmth envelope his cock.

    Bruce held John’s head between his hands and felt his light brown hair slide between his fingers, as he pushed his hips forward, sinking his cock into the warmth of John’s mouth, feeling the slick wetness. He pushed forward as far as he could then pulled back. John’s hands tightened their grip on his ass when he pushed all the way in making John take all of him till he felt John’s nose press against his skin. He increased his pace, feeling his need build quickly, his desire, his fantasy of being with John fulfilled, and John held on, took every stroke of cock in his mouth. When John slid one hand around, slipped his fingers down into the cleft of Bruce’s ass, probed along till he found the opening, rubbed it with his fingers Bruce’s rhythm became jerky, shoving his cock into John’s mouth and when John penetrated him, pressed one finger in, breached his opening, Bruce slammed forward, rammed his cock all the way into John and cried out.

    “Fuck” shot out of his mouth like an exhaled breath and he came, shooting his cum into John’s suctioning mouth. It had never been like this in college, this desire, and he thrust his hips forward on each ejaculation shoving his cum deep into John’s throat. When Bruce was spent, the exertions momentarily tired him and he fell back against the wall breathing hard, John pulled back and held Bruce’s cock up, it still half hard, and licked it clean. When he stood up Bruce was looking at him smiling, as the water continued to spray down between them hitting them at the waist. John leaned into Bruce and kissed him, hard and passionately, tongue probing deep into Bruce’s mouth, letting him taste the remnants of his own cum. As they kissed John soon had one hand back at Bruce’s ass, probing, fingering into its smooth cleft, soon breaching him again, pushing one finger deep into him, then two and finally three, stretching Bruce’s opening, feeling it relax, take the penetration. John pulled back and using his other hand turned the willing Bruce around, had him face the wall, his hands brought up to shoulder height, as he leaned toward the wall, pushing back his ass, spreading his legs, giving John room, the space he needed to move up to him, to take him, to penetrate him. John leaned over Bruce’s back, let him feel his body press against him, warm skin pressed to warm skin, as he kissed and nibbled Bruce’s neck and ears, as he ran his nose through Bruce’s wet hair, and as he pushed his cock against Bruce’s ass, probed it, rubbed along its opening, teasing it, feeling Bruce push back whenever he rubbed over it, wanting John to do it, to penetrate him.

    “Do it…do it” Bruce whispered, his voice husky, far away, lost to his desire to be penetrated. “Fuck me John…please.”

    John pushed forward, pressed against Bruce, feeling his cock sink into him, breach his opening, spread it open and Bruce pushed back, penetrating his body on John’s cock, taking its length as he slowly pushed back, pushed through the initial pain, the stretch of his hole to accommodate the hard thick shaft. John let Bruce set the pace, let him push back till he was all the way inside Bruce, his cock sunk into the warm soft depths of him. He pulled back slowly, feeling the tight ring of his opening milk his shaft as it slid through and when only the head was still inside, he bit down on Bruce’s shoulder and sunk his cock all the way back in, pushed till their bodies were pressed together. He held still only for a moment, savoring the feel of their heated up bodies in full contact. Then he began to fuck.

    John rocked his hips back and forth, worked his cock through the tight opening, through the warm soft interior of Bruce. Bruce took it, each thrust of John’s cock, each deep penetration, as John swing his hips back and forth, slowly at first, feeling every move, each sensation along his shaft as he buried it in Bruce over and over and over again. John reached around Bruce’s waist, took his hardening cock, feeling it rise up, thicken, harden in his grasp, as he continued to thrust into him, speeding up, feeling his need drive him faster and faster. Soon he was pumping Bruce’s cock at the same pace he was hammering his hole. Hard solid thrust inward, tight stroke downward on Bruce’s cock, over and over, till both of them were breathing hard, grunting with every forceful move, bodies slamming together; the heat between them rising. John tightened up against Bruce, working his hips, working his hand down Bruce’s cock and when he felt he was there, felt his cock flex up harder, his shaft expand some more, he bit down on Bruce’s shoulder, a light bite, just enough, mixing pleasure with the pain, as he came, pumping his cum deep into Bruce, shoving his ejaculating cock through its own load. As he felt his cock shoot out its last he felt Bruce’s ass tighten down on his shaft, felt the body underneath him tighten up, the cock in his hand flex and jerk, and he knew Bruce was coming, shooting another load, pumping it out as John shoved in one more time, holding his spent cock in place, savoring the moment. They stood still a moment, both slowly regaining their breath, feeling their bodies relax and soon realized the shower was turning cold, the hot water supply used up. They quickly showered off and got out, toweling each other off, feeling the towel slide over the other, over the firm flesh, feeling every contour. John hung the towel over the curtain rod and looked at Bruce standing by the door.

    “You want to go to eat or would you prefer to just stay here and I’ll throw some steaks on the grill. We can just hang out, relax, and watch a movie or something.”

    “Let’s stay here…” Bruce replied and smiled at John, openly, relaxed. “Then we can watch a movie… or something.”

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  • My Best Friend’s Boyfriend

    Nicole and I used to wait tables together when we were in college and we did a good job of remaining friends thereafter. We’d go out once a month or so with her crazy girlfriends to a karaoke night downtown. She was a party girl in college and she showed no signs of slowing down in her thirties.

    It was at karaoke night that she introduced me to Dustin, her latest boyfriend.

    “Hey, Nicole told me a lot about you,” he said, shaking my hand. He had a nice smile, a shaved head and a killer body, his t-shirt and pants filled out with rounded, smooth muscles. We made small talk before I headed off to sing “White Wedding.” When I was done, Nicole pulled me off to the side.

    “He’s in fucking med school,” she said, wide eyed.

    “Seems younger.”

    “Twenty fucking five,” she said. “Score of the century, Daniel.”

    “He smells great too,” I said. Nicole slurped down the dregs of her gin and tonic and reached for the fresh one on the table.

    “His body…” she said, leaning into me and spilling a little of her drink on the floor. She bunched her fingertips and kissed them off. “Not an ounce of body fat on him, totally smooth, you could lick him head to toe like a fucking ice cream cone. And I do, Daniel, believe me, I do.”

    We looked at him across the room, ordering us another round at the bar. “Great ass,” I said, admiring the plumped-out rear of his shorts.

    “Grabbing on to that thing, all muscled…and his cock – it’s not the biggest one I’ve ever seen, but it is by far the nicest. It’s fat, you know? It’s like the cardboard tube inside a roll of toilet paper. Uncut…oh my god, we have to stop talking about this!”

    “Sweet jesus,” I said, nursing the mental image. Just then he turned and saw us staring at him. “He totally knows we’re talking about him.”

    “I am gonna fuck the life out of that boy tonight,” Nicole said, licking her lips. Dustin blushed adorably and looked down at the bar, and Nicole and I laughed like the horny little beasts we are.

    Over the next few months I got to know Dustin and, pleasingly, found that I had a genuine connection with the guy. He had a laid-back intelligence that resulted in deep philosophical conversations, or at least as deep as you can get when you’re drunk at the bar. Karaoke nights often resulted in the two of us off by ourselves, shooting the shit while Nicole and the girls did their best Journey and Alanis homages.

    Time went by, and it shocked me to realize one night that the two of them had been dating for eight months – a record for Nicole, as far as I knew. That was the night that a group of fratty-looking guys joined us. One of them was dating Nicole’s friend Jen. They were friendly. Dustin was in a mood, though, and wasn’t interacting with us that much.

    “I need to tell you something, it’s just between us though,” Nicole said about fifteen minutes before the bar closed. She pulled me in front of the ladies’ room. “Did you meet Mike?” she said, motioning toward the fratty dudes.

    “Is he the dark-haired one?”

    “Yeah,” she said, sucking on a cigarette. I’d known Nicole too long not to know where this was going.

    “Don’t tell me you want to fuck him.”

    “Goddammit, Daniel. I have been fucking him. For like the past three weeks.” I wasn’t good at hiding my disappointment. “C’mon, don’t judge me.”

    “I’m sorry. I just…I like Dustin. I was hoping…I don’t know.

    “I know,” she said. “I know.” She looked up at the ceiling. “He – Dustin – he wants to get married.”

    “Oh man.”

    “It’s a total fucking mess. I’m a total fucking mess.”

    The next day Nicole and I met for lunch. That’s when I found out she wasn’t just fucking Mike – she was fucking Tom, Dick and Harry too, on a commitment fear-based rampage. “I have to tell Dustin. Don’t I?

    “You should, but that’s easy for me to say.”

    “I can’t do it,” she said, maniacally poking a fork into her shrimp salad. “I don’t know what I’m gonna fucking do, I can’t do it.”

    Next month Dustin showed up to karaoke after Nicole and I had arrived. There was clearly some tension between them, but Dustin was cool with me.

    “Got a boyfriend?” he asked, relaxing against the back of the booth. He was wearing a tank top and his shoulders were looking delectable.

    “Not for a year,” I said. “Men are such bitches. I can’t find anybody real.” He looked off to the side to where Nicole was leafing through the karaoke book.

    “Realness is in short supply these days,” he said, and tipped back his beer.

    Dustin ordered us a bunch of shots, and when it came time I realized I wasn’t able to drive home. Nicole said I could crash at her place, so when the bar closed we walked the few blocks to her apartment. Dustin was with us, and the silence between them was icy.

    “You need a blanket? Anything else?” Nicole slurred once we got there. “I’m good,” I said, fluffing the couch pillow. “I’m just gonna pass out for a few hours, I’ll probably take off before you wake up.” She bid me goodnight and joined Dustin in her bedroom.

    I awoke sometime later to someone snapping on the kitchen light, then cracking open a can of beer. I turned around and saw Dustin leaning against the oven, wearing pajama pants and nothing else.

    “Go back to sleep man. Sorry I woke you up.”

    “It’s cool,” I said. My hangover was already kicking in. “I need water,” I said. “What time is it?”

    “Five something,” Dustin said. He handed me a glass of water and laid down on the love seat opposite the couch.

    “Thanks,” I said, sitting up to drink it. “Nicole sleeping?” Dustin gulped his beer then rested the can on his sculpted chest.

    “She took off,” he said. “We had a fight.”

    “Shit,” I said. “I guess I slept through it. That’s too bad.” He shrugged.

    “She’s probably off fucking Mike. Or anybody, really.” I didn’t say anything. “It’s cool man, I know you know.” I took a moment to process this.

    “Does she know you know?”

    “Probably.” He turned to me. “I could give a shit either way.” We drank our drinks. I listened to the creak and hum of the apartment. “She admitted to fucking Mike but I know there’s more.”

    “I’m sorry man.”

    “Not your fault, you’re just being a good friend.”

    “I wish it were different.”

    “I know you do,” he said. He rested his left hand on his abs. “I should just leave her, right?” I nodded. “And in the meantime, fuck whoever I want.”

    “Seems fair,” I said.

    “Find some willing chick.” He took a gulp of beer and ah’d. “Or a dude for that matter.” My heart quickened at that. “You ever had sex with a girl?” he asked.

    “Yeah. Not since high school.”

    “Funny how that works – all the straight guys I know who’ve experimented with guys did it in college. But all the gay guys I know who’ve messed around with girls did it in high school.”

    “And probably never did it again,” I added.

    “You wouldn’t?” he said.

    “Probably not, but I wouldn’t rule it out.”

    “Me either,” he said. He took a last drink and set the can on the carpet where it fell on its side. Then he crossed his arms over his chest and closed his eyes. I finished my water, watching him as his breathing slowed. Then I turned off the kitchen light and crashed.

    I don’t know how long I slept but when I woke up there was watery light filtering through the blinds. Dustin was on the love seat, still, but he was lying on his stomach. And he was bare-ass naked.

    I had a morning boner. I pissed in the bathroom and Dustin was still there when I got back, his head nestled in his folded arms, his broad strong back and perfect pert smooth ass on display.

    I looked out the window – Nicole’s car wasn’t on the street. Dustin shifted and when I turned back he’d let his left foot rest on the floor, parting his legs. Even in the dim light I could tell he was hairless all over.

    I put my hand on his warm shoulder. He didn’t stir, so I moved it down his rippling back. My heart was pounding, I scarcely knew what I was doing. Dustin shifted his hips, nestling his other leg deep into the cushion crack, his head deeper into his arms. I felt down the small of his back, the whisper-soft sound of smooth skin against skin as I felt his firm ass cheeks, cupping one in my palm.

    I went to the bottom of the couch and felt his athletic legs from his feet to his upper thighs. Dustin was breathing more heavily now and clearly awake. I massaged him with both hands, feeling up the sides of his torso to his tight stomach, rounded pecs and erect nipples.

    I felt the back of his arms then his forearms and Dustin took my hands in his and drew my arms around him tightly. I rested my body on top of his and held him, my clothed body pressed tight to his muscular nude body. My face was nestled in his neck, I kissed him there lightly. He turned his head and his lips met mine. We made out, his tongue writhing in my mouth, our desire quickening as our bodies ground together, his ass meeting my firm thrusts.

    I lifted my torso, my hands sinking into the cushion. I licked the back of his head, dragging my tongue down his neck and along the depression of his spine. Backing up I slid my tongue down the small of his back and to the top of his ass crack. He raised his ass up in anticipation. I took my time, teasing around his muscle butt.

    He whimpered a little. There wasn’t a hair on this guy and I thought of what Nicole had said about an ice cream cone, it was true, his skin was so smooth and rich. I worked my tongue up from his thighs and deep into his ass crack where I rested it against his tight hole. He groaned. I pressed my tongue against the tight ring of muscle until it loosened and I slid my tongue inside.

    Dustin got more vocal as I ate him out, moaning and grunting his approval. I reached under him and took his hard cock in my hand, it was heavy and had a thick cover of foreskin around the head. I skinned that back, stroking him as I worked on his ass.

    I tongued his taint and balls then slipped my head underneath his crotch and sucked his cock, keeping a thumb on his hole. It really was an amazing cock. Dustin got into fucking my mouth, backing up far enough so that my thumb popped right into his hole. He gasped, some pre cum leaked out of his cock and I swallowed it down.

    He got up then and started taking off my clothes. He looked into my eyes as he lifted off my shirt, smiling, then going in for a deep kiss. It was sort of a relief that he could look at me and be okay. Once I was naked we stood together, grinding our bodies as we made out, our hard ons sliding against one another.

    “Let’s go to the bedroom,” he whispered in my ear. I was grabbing his ass, pulling him closer, inching my fingers toward his hole.

    “What if Nicole comes back?”

    “She won’t, she does this all the time. Besides if she does, I locked her out,” he said with a wicked grin.

    I followed his flexing ass to the bedroom. He procured a condom from the nightstand and flopped on to his stomach. “I don’t have any lube so you’ll have to get me really slick,” he said.

    I did what I could, eating him out for a long time. Dustin couldn’t get enough of it, he was all ass, and I wondered if Nicole had discovered this side of him. I couldn’t believe I was going to get to fuck this perfect piece of straight-boy tail, but I didn’t question it either. Dustin seemed to know exactly what he was doing and was ripe and ready. I rolled the rubber over my cock and slicked it up with as much spit as I could muster. Dustin was so wet and relaxed that it worked out fine; I rested my cock head against his hole and he backed up on to it. I waited a moment for him to adjust but he just backed up more until my whole dick was inside him.

    I laid my body on to his and held him, our arms wrapped together around his chest as I began to fuck him. We made out some, our breath short as I banged his perfect ass and he met every thrust. I felt utterly connected with him, totally in tune. I got him on all fours and fucked him from behind, the heavy whack of his hard-on as it slapped against his drum-like stomach had to be heard to be believed. I flipped him on his back and did him missionary style, his legs on my shoulders, my hands all over that body. “Fuck me,” he panted, a dreamy look in his eyes. I jacked his big dick.

    “I’m gonna cum,” he said. He rolled his eyes back and his asshole tightened around my thrusting cock. He gasped for breath as a big jet of cum shot up out of his cock and landed on the pillow next to his face. “Oh fuck oh fuck,” he cried as another and another followed, girthy ropes of cum that landed on his face and chest.

    “I’m gonna shoot in you, man,” I said. He nodded and I let it loose, inside this straight boy’s butt, feeling like my soul was pouring out of me, a real hell of a load that shot into the condom.

    I slid out and chucked the rubber on the floor, then I collapsed next to Dustin, the two of us heaving for breath. Before I had time to wonder what was going to happen next he pulled me to him and we spooned, my softening cock resting against his well-used ass, our flushed bodies pressed close.

    “Well,” I said.

    “I’d be lying if I didn’t say I was waiting for that happen,” he said.

    “You’re kidding.”

    “I’ve got a touch of the bi. Well, maybe more than a touch. Truth be told, I’ve been attracted to you since the day we met.”

    I held him, a bit dumbfounded. I knew there was going to be a knock at the door from Nicole, sooner or later, figurative or literal, but I felt too good to let go of him just yet.

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  • John & Bruce

    John was grilling the steaks as Bruce lounged in a chair watching. John had thrown on a robe, a light cotton fabric barely tied at the waist and he had tossed Bruce a pair of old gym shorts, loose and worn, that clung to his body revealing his round ass and masculine bulge at front. Neither had wanted to get completely dressed after their shower together, knowing after dinner they would be out of their clothes again. When the steaks were ready they sat at the dining table directly across from the other, talking about how their paths continuously crossed over the years, what Bruce’s plans were after he graduated having majored in horticulture, how John was starting to change his farming to make it more sustainable and they talked about family, the community and being gay.

    Dishes put away and lights dimmed, the two of them went to the living area. John sat down on the sofa telling Bruce he could turn on the TV for a movie or put on some music. Bruce looked back at John, looked at the way the robe was open to below his navel revealing his smooth fair skin, the fine line of hair from navel down, disappearing from sight, and he looked at his muscular legs, the light brown hair sparsely covering them and he turned to the computer and loaded up the music.

    John watched Bruce at the computer, looking the way the shorts clung to his ass, the way they hung so low on his waist they appeared ready to fall, and he looked at the muscular broad back tampering down to the narrow waist, the olive toned skin, so smooth and he was glad he was putting on music in lieu of a movie.

    They sat on the sofa side by side and Bruce soon turned to John, a hand on John’s bare chest as he leaned over to kiss. They kissed passionately as Bruce rubbed his hand downward, pushing open the robe revealing John’s body completely. Bruce rubbed and manipulated John’s cock, tugged on it, stroked it, as he kissed John’s neck, mouthed and tongued his ear, the skin along his neck, downward he moved slowly, feeling the warm flesh with his lips, the feel of John’s collarbone, the little indention below his Adam’s apple, the firmness of his skin down his chest, the soft perimeter of one nipple and its erect hard center, letting his tongue move over it, sucking it into his mouth, nipping it with his teeth making John push forward with his body.

    Bruce was making John erect, eager, his body tensing up, and he put a hand on Bruce’s head and gently pushed him down, down till Bruce’s mouth was on his cock, the warm lips running along the shaft, the tongue snaking out and licking its length and down over his balls. John spread his legs more, gave Bruce room to pleasure him as Bruce held up his cock, it getting harder, fully erect, as he sank his mouth down over it. The wet mouth, slick and hot, slid down the shaft as John involuntarily pushed upward burying his cock deep into Bruce’s mouth. As Bruce lay over the sofa and worked John’s cock, moving his mouth up and down the shaft, licking the head, sucking on it, John reached over and rubbed down Bruce’s back, felt the warm skin, smooth under his calloused hand and down over his round firm ass. He kneaded each cheek, squeezed them and in his eagerness to get into Bruce he grabbed the shorts roughly and ripped the seat open.

    Bruce liked the way John responded to him, liked the way he occasionally pushed his head down all the way, cutting off his air momentarily and he liked it when John ripped the shorts open, swatted his ass a few times, the smack loud and sharp, then pushed his fingers down into the cleft of his ass, probed along until he found his opening and penetrated him, pushed one, two and finally three fingers into him, stretching him open again, making him grind his hips upward onto the fingers, feeling his cock harden up as he ground it into the sofa leather of the sofa. John pulled his head up and made him look up.

    “I want to fuck you again” he stated, his voice firm and urgent.

    “I want that too” Bruce replied, his voice hoarse, whisper quiet, wanting it probably more than John.

    Bruce got up and swung around on the sofa getting on his knees, leaning his chest over the back. John stood up, moved between Bruce’s legs, pushing them further apart and pushed his cock against the tight little opening, pressed against it firmly, letting Bruce feel the pressure, the desire to penetrate and Bruce pushed back, letting the cock breach his hole, penetrate into his warm insides. John eased forward slowly, letting his cock sink into Bruce, feeling the way the tight ring of Bruce’s opening milked his shaft as it pushed through. Bruce rose up slightly, moaning, grunting, as John sank into him.

    “Fuck” Bruce grunted as John pushed the last inch of cock into him. They held still a moment, Bruce letting the stuffed feeling wash over him as John savored the feel of the warmth enveloping his cock and the site of Bruce’s ass penetrated by it. John slowly began to move back, slowly, watching as each inch of cock pulled out of Bruce till only the head was still in him, then John eased back forward. Over and over he worked his cock into Bruce, and as his desire, his need built up he increased his pace, swung his hips more forcibly, pushed and pulled his cock more urgently through the tight hole.

    Bruce became animated, vocal, begging John to fuck him harder, to shove it in, to take him, as John worked up a faster and faster pace. The robe hanging on John’s shoulders flapped back and forth and Bruce could feel the soft fabric brush against his ass every time John shoved into him, slamming his hips so hard forward their bodies smacked together.

    “Fuck me, John, fuck me harder” Bruce pleaded, begged, as John’s thrust into him kept up their hard fast pace. John was beginning to sweat, his body hot, hard, tensed tight, the muscles in his chest and stomach prominent as his body exerted itself, worked for its pleasure. John ran a hand up Bruce back, felt how he was hot too, his skin beginning to slicken with sweat, and he slid his hand up till he could run his fingers through Bruce’s jet black hair, feel the way it was getting wet with sweat, as he grabbed a handful, pulling Bruce’s head up and back and he continued to slam his cock through Bruce’s hole.

    “Take me…take it…” John grunted through clenched teeth and he slammed his cock into Bruce, his thrusts short and jerky, his need to paint Bruce’s inside urgent, almost ready, and he hammered his cock into Bruce, several hard short thrusts and he felt his cock flex up harder, felt it fill Bruce’s hole, and he shoved into Bruce as hard as he could and pumped his first load deep into him.

    Bruce felt the rapid hard pace John got into and he had taken his own achingly hard cock in hand, stroked down the shaft, smearing the pre-cum along its length, slicking it up so he could stroke it smoothly, urgently, as John fucked him. As he John slammed into him hard those last few times, dumping his load, Bruce stroked himself off, cumming hard, his ass clamping down on John’s shaft as he pump wad after wad out, spraying the sofa beneath him.

    John finally pulled out and fell to his knees by the sofa as Bruce slipped down onto the floor beside him. They looked at the wad of cum on the sofa back, it running down thick over the cushion, they looked at the wads sprayed over the seat and then at each other. John reached over and caught the running drop on the seat back with his finger, ran it up allowing the thick cum to collect on it. He turned to Bruce and held it out, the cum ready to drip off. Bruce leaned forward, tongue out, and captured the drop just as it released, then he moved up and took John’s finger into his mouth sucking it clean. When he sat back, looking at John’s mischievous smile they both sniggered like naughty school boys.

    “Hand me those ruined shorts and I’ll wipe the rest of it up” John stated causing Bruce to pull the torn remnants off and hand them over. John wiped his sofa off, stood up and held his hand out to help Bruce up off the floor.

    “Come on, come to bed with me” John asked as he pulled Bruce up.

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  • Hypothetical Hitch-Hiker

    HYPOTHETICAL HITCH-HIKER PART 2

    by Robert Furlong

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    We both positioned our respective underwear in front of us – the outer and less intimate surface of the gussets facing towards us – and Dane lifted mine up to his nose first. I followed his lead, applying the outside of his shorts to my nose even though I would have strongly preferred to have done so with the inner lining, and we both took a few gentle sniffs of the material.

    To my surprise, almost immediate, I saw through the corner of my eye that Dane’s member was starting to twitch to life. It was lengthening in pulses and slowly rising upwards, like an air bed being blown up in short, steady breaths.

    Dane seemed oblivious to surges of life that his organ was revealing and sniffed intently at the front of my pants, turning them this way and that to fully explore and appreciate the odour I’d left on the white material.

    I took a few sniffs of his but was far less curious about the smell of his cock than he clearly was about mine.

    He pulled back and looked over at me, grinning. “This is actually kind of bizarrely interesting!”

    I smiled back at him. “I’m a bum man myself, but I can appreciate the appeal of the front.”

    He took a few more sniffs and then declared, “It’s a really masculine smell – a bit pissy but with a sexy whiff to it too – and totally different from the smell of my own dirty underwear.”

    “Obviously you like it,” I observed.

    “Yeah… kind of… but not really in an erotic way.”

    “Your erection would suggest otherwise, Dane.”

    His expression turned to surprise and, pulling my briefs away from his face, he peered down at the front of his own underwear. His cock had grown large enough to make a pronounced bulge against the crotch, poking upwards like a thick, stubby rod and lifting the material a good few inches towards his stomach. It probably wasn’t hard enough to be properly called an erection, but it had grown large enough for him to blush at the sight of his own unwitting arousal.

    “Bloody hell, Rob!” he called out. “I didn’t even feel that happening!”

    I smiled. “It’s a bit like what happened when I sniffed yours.”

    “That’s so weird!”

    His expression of shock slowly transformed into a stupefied grin.

    I was so pleased I’d persuaded him that we should hitch down our trousers. If I’d believed what he’d said, I’d never have guessed that the smell of my cock had had such an invigorating effect on him.

    This was proving most hopeful: far better than I’d dared to imagine.

    He looked over at the crotch of my underwear and found, to his obvious disappointment, that my own organ was still stubbornly soft.

    “The smell of mine isn’t having the same effect on you, then, Rob?”

    I shrugged. “Like I said, I’m very much a bum man, Dane.”

    I turned his briefs inside out so that the staining on the inside of the crotch was garishly obvious. As well as several dried yellow rings of tide-marked piss, there was a crusty patch which looked like it had been used to wipe the last few dribbles of a dwindling climax.

    I raised the underpants up to my nose and inhaled strongly from the stained material. His sexual odour was eye-wateringly ripe: rich with the sour sting of his youthful pheromones and heavy with the cloying smack of his pubic sweat.

    “I think I saw it grow a bit,” he laughed, looking at the bulge my large but drooping cock was making against my underwear.

    “It’s an interesting smell,” I conceded, “and I appreciate the fact you’ve once again left me a dried-on deposit which is rather whiter than the rest…”

    He threw me a naughty chuckle just like my son would when I pointed out evidence of a masturbatory impropriety.

    “But the best is round the back,” I went on. “At least as far as I’m concerned.”

    He did the same as I’d done: turned my underpants inside out and examined the inner lining of the crotch which my large genitals had spent a day in close confinement. As I’d noticed at the back of the car, unlike his shorts, my briefs were mainly clean save for a few small patches of discolouration where my cock had leaked after taking a pee.

    He seemed to like what he saw, though, and smiled and nodded down at the sagging material. I think he was admiring how stretched it was from being cupped around my generous cock and over-ripe bollocks, perhaps feeling a little envious of how much strain I could put on the front of a pair of Calvins.

    He raised them up to his nose and took a sniff of the inside of the gusset, searching the lining with his nose to find its most intoxicating spot. Eventually he settled on a small patch down near the stitching around left leg-hole and inhaled from it appreciatively, pressing the material up close to his nostrils to gain the full effect.

    That must have been where the tip of my cock had snuggled into the material, I mused; where my foreskin might have retracted a little, rubbing the more odorous exposed head of my cock against the inside of the gusset.

    He closed his eyes and sniffed deeply, and I notice his erection throbbing upwards in its appreciation of my secret scent. His fattening cock-head slowly grew to make a thick, round lump against his underwear as he enjoyed the heady fragrance I’d left on my underwear.

    I was probably going to get to wank him off, it occurred to me. The way things were going, and given how horny he was getting, I was more than likely going to get to wrap my fingers around his shaft and pump his foreskin back and forth. We’d smile at each other as I masturbated him faster and faster, both of us enjoying the time-honoured ritual of an older man’s hand pleasuring the cock of a younger and more virile male. And then we’d laugh together as he reached his climax, and I’d pretend to be disgusted by having his hot, sticky semen all over my fingers and thumb.

    That had to be the very least I was going to get to do with him.

    All in good time, though; all in good time.

    If I pushed things too quickly, the opportunity to wank him off might be all I would get. But if I played things more carefully, I might yet get to enjoy the more exotic activity that I’d mentioned earlier and he hadn’t been prude enough to dismiss out of hand.

    After he’d savoured the smell of my briefs to the point at which he wasn’t able to extract any further scent from them, he put them back down onto his knees and looked over and grinned at me.

    “Obviously you enjoyed that,” I commented, glancing at his now extremely noticeable, and imposingly thick, erection.

    “Just a bit,” he chuckled.

    “I’m sorry I didn’t leave you a more… er… crusty deposit on them, like you did with me.”

    He shrugged. “I liked what I smelt – any more might have been too much.”

    I smiled and turned his briefs over.

    “And now for the back,” I said, looking down at the strip of material which must have nuzzled into the crack of his arse. It was discoloured in places but not as much as I’d expected.

    He looked over at them and winced at the state they were in. “Are you sure you don’t want to reconsider, mate? I’m normally much cleaner in my habits.”

    I shook my head. “Happens to us all, Dane. You should see some my son’s underwear when he brings his laundry home after a term at university. Yours are almost spotless by comparison.”

    “At least you’re not tempted to sniff his, though,” he said with a laugh.

    “I can smell it quite unmistakably without having to sniff it,” I chuckled back.

    I raised Dane’s briefs up to my nose and tentatively inhaled from the stained material. As I’d expected, the smell was strong but not offensive. It was undeniably crude and fiercely anal in its unbridled intensity, but there was, combined with that coarse, effluvious odour, a much more exciting and erotic undertone: a sneak preview of this young lad’s sexual aroma if he were to indulge me in the most intimate way he could.

    I smiled at the thought and felt my cock starting to stir.

    Yes, this was the smell I would experience if I was buggering Dane with him bending over in front of me. It was the smell that would fill the car if we were to squat on the back seat together and I was to use his arse so fast and so hard that our pendulous knackers would whack together underneath us.

    My cock responded to such musings in the only way it could. Dane laughed at the speed at which it lengthened and thickened, forcing my briefs upwards as it hardened inside them and pushing itself free from where it had been slumbering against my scrotum.

    “My bum really gets you going,” he grinned.

    I smiled back at him, thankful that he hadn’t been able to read my thoughts. The picture I’d had in my mind might really have freaked him out.

    He peered down at my developing erection through the cotton of my briefs, marvelling at its size. Then he announced, with undisguised admiration, “You’re really well-hung, Rob.”

    “I wish my wife could still get me going as much as these do,” I quipped.

    He kept staring at it, grinning with wonder, and I turned a little more towards him and pushed my hips outwards so that he could better appreciate how large my growing cock was and how abundantly-filled my bulging balls were.

    He looked up at me and smirked naughtily, and for a second I thought he was going to reach out and pull my cock out from my underwear. I’d have liked that, and would have urged him to start masturbating me: the two of us chuckling together as his fist pumped up and down my grateful shaft; gasping as my seed squirted over the windscreen and dashboard.

    But if he had been about to reach out and stroke me, he lost his nerve and pulled back, and contented himself with just admiring the view I was presenting him with.

    “Why don’t you have sniff of my bum?” I asked him when it had become clear he wasn’t going to grope me.

    He looked up at me, momentarily confused, and I reminded him that I meant on the back of my discarded underwear.

    “Oh, right, yeah!” he laughed.

    He turned my briefs over so that the rear gusset was facing outwards and inspected them to find they were largely clean.

    “You might find that it’s not as bad as you’re probably expecting,” I told him.

    “I might lose this, though,” he muttered, gesturing towards his own thick, stubby erection pushing the front of his shorts upwards.

    “Well, let’s see about that…”

    He raised the briefs upwards and took a cautious sniff of the material which had spent most of a day nuzzling up between my buttocks. Finding, as I’d anticipated, that it didn’t bear the smell he was expecting, he sniffed more intently at them and then pressed them firmly against his nose and inhaled everything he could of my most feral scent.

    His cock remained in an upright position – curiously thick and with its blunt, rounded head straining against the material of his underpants – and showed no sign of withering in spite of his initial misgivings.

    I considered reaching forwards – as I’d half-thought he had been going to do with me – and fondling him through his underwear, but I worried it would be a step too far.

    So instead, I said, “Clearly that’s not as grim as you thought it would be. Your cock seems to be rather enjoying all this.”

    He pulled away and smirked sheepishly over at me. He looked a little embarrassed that he had so visibly enjoyed the smell of the back of an older man’s underpants.

    He glanced down at his erection and then back at me. “Yeah… I really thought that would be awful… but it was actually kind of… well…”

    “Sexy?”

    He tittered at the word. “Maybe… yeah…”

    “Smells can be really erotic,” I told him. “While I wasn’t aroused by the smell of the front of your briefs, the fact you’d… er… pleasured yourself in them made sniffing them a lot more interesting than it would otherwise have been.”

    He nodded. “Yeah, I can see that now. Actually, maybe it would have been pretty cool to have done the same with yours. If you’d have cum in them, I mean.”

    Bait nicely taken, I thought.

    “Well, the ones you’re holding have very little on them expect maybe the odd dribble of piss from where I was stashing my cock away in the gents. I don’t remember getting hard in them even once.”

    He nodded glumly.

    “What you need,” I went on, “is a pair which I’ve been aroused in. A pair with precum on them and the wonderfully musky sweat a guy’s cock and balls produce when he’s feeling turned-on.”

    “Have you another pair in your holdall?” he asked.

    I shook my head. “I only stayed over one night.”

    We stared at each other for a moment or so before I had the nerve to add, “But the ones I’m wearing now must have a nice sexy whiff to them.”

    He laughed and immediately shook his head. “I don’t want you to take your pants off, Rob! That’d be a step way too far!”

    I waved my hands. “I wasn’t suggesting that, Dane! You could… er… sniff them with me still wearing them.”

    “Whoa!” he laughed more loudly. “I don’t think so, mate!”

    “Come on, it’s no different to what we’ve already done! I’d just sit up a bit and you could have a quick sniff of the front of my briefs. Right here, where my cock’s been oozing precum.”

    He looked down at where I was pointing, where the tip of my cock was pushing upwards against the straining crotch of my underpants. A small wet dribble from my slit signposted exactly where he needed to sniff.

    “I dunno…” he said, his resolve clearly starting to waver.

    I thought I’d better implant my next suggestion before he had the chance to mentally talk himself out of sniffing my crotch: “I was actually about to ask you if I could do the same – though not with the front of your shorts, of course.”

    “What?” he asked, his eyes piercing and his expression gripped with curiosity.

    “Yes,” I nodded. “I’d like to see how much more exciting it would be to have sniff of them while they’re as fresh as they’re going to get…”

    He stared at me with his head slightly to one side, showing how intrigued he was by what I was suggesting.

    “You want to sniff my butt?” he eventually asked.

    I chuckled. “Not your butt, Dane – just the shorts you’re wearing while they’re on your butt. The ones I just sniffed were getting a bit stale. I’d be fascinated to try a pair while they’re… you know… in situ.”

    His mouth broke into a small smile: he found the idea of having my face so close to his bum weirdly tempting.

    “You’d actually sniff my undies while they’re on my arse?” he was eager to establish.

    “If you’d let me,” I nodded.

    “Okay,” he agreed, his smile broadening into more of a leer. “I’ll sniff your knob where it’s made a sticky patch, and you can sniff my butt where my pants have ridden up.”

    Evidently he’d found himself unexpectedly aroused by the idea of having his arse sniffed. The thought of having a man putting his face down there had probably never even occurred to him, but now that it had, he clearly found he was deeply titillated by it.

    “We’ve got a deal then!” I exclaimed as I raised myself up from my seat and hitched my trousers down a little further to give Dane better access to my crotch.

    I turned around to better face him and directed the large bulge of my erection, stretching my briefs expansively, towards him.

    He chuckled at the sight of it and I muttered, “Dinner is served!”

    Then he leaned forwards and lowered his face towards the huge mound being made by my cock and balls.

    He sniffed warily at where the slit of my cock-head was oozing dribble onto the white material. Then he moved his nose around and about the raised prominence that my erection was making, smelling more confidently the varying aromas that the different parts of my swollen organ were producing.

    I gently clutched his head with both hands and guided him down to the lower part of my briefs.

    “Don’t forget my bollocks, Dane,” I advised him as his nose worked downwards along the back of my shaft. “They have a smell all of their own!”

    I eased his face onto the large paired bulges of my distended balls and he inhaled gratefully from the damp material clinging to my scrotum, clearly enjoying the sweaty fug that had permeated into my briefs combined with the acrid tang of my male pheromones.

    He pulled away from my hands and looked up at me, grinning.

    “Do you mind if I rub myself while I’m sniffing down here?” he rather cutely asked.

    “Of course not!” I laughed. “I’ll probably do exactly the same when it’s my turn to have a whiff of the back of your shorts!”

    He pressed his face back into the twinned mounds of my ball-sack and then reached underneath himself to fondle his own much thicker organ. I smiled as his elbow took up a steady rhythm, his forearm gently working back and forth as his fingers caressed the bulge he was making at the front his underwear.

    His nose kept hunting around, searching out the contrasting odours that were infused into the different parts of the material. Some were sharp and cloying, others more rich and potent; but all were replete with the sturdily masculine punch of my aroused genitals – a smell which, for some unaccountable reason, Dane found to be a powerful aphrodisiac.

    I grabbed his head again and pressed it against the throbbing rod of my fully-charged cock, grinding myself against him with a slow but firm rhythm. He moaned his approval, all the time gasping for air against the front of my briefs; wallowing in the crude, carnal bite of my erection as it infused the material with its sweat and my precum.

    The rubbing of his hand on the front of his shorts became rapidly faster.

    I called out to him, “Come on, Dane! Get your dick out and rub it properly! Like you really want to!”

    He did as I commanded and fumbled with his shorts. And then, having released himself, started masturbating himself in earnest. I couldn’t see his organ – he was still bending over to sniff my crotch – but I could see that his elbow had taken up a much more strenuous rhythm and his forearm was pumping up and down more assertively.

    He was still enjoying sniffing different parts of my briefs, by now getting the clear liquid which was oozing through the material from my slit all over his face. It glistened like snail trails on his cheeks as he moved his face around the huge mound of my erection and then he got some of it onto his forehead when he went back down for another sniff of my plump, sweaty balls.

    I was tempted to release myself and try and work my cock into his mouth. However, mindful that he’d been freaked out by the idea of sucking my predecessor’s cock when he’d first got into my car, I resisted the urge and just allowed him to indulge himself in his enjoyment of my genital smells.

    I called out to him, “Go for it, son! Wank yourself off while you sniff my knackers!”

    He grunted his appreciation of my coarse language and started pumping his hand faster and faster on his organ which was underneath him. He was panting for breath as he tried to draw out every last trace of smell from my underwear as I ground my over-ripe bollocks into his face.

    I pulled his head back upwards towards the material which was obscenely stretched across my pounding hard-on.

    “Sniff my cock again, Dane!” I commanded him, pushing him into my swollen manhood. “Rub your face into it!”

    He was panting and gasping, snorting and slavering against my underwear as I jabbed my excitement towards him. I held his head firmly and ground my cock against him, working it against his face like I was fucking it through my underwear.

    He moaned in encouragement and his wrist started making rapid slapping noises against his hip as he pounded his own organ.

    Suddenly, and with a certain amount of alarm, I realised he might be getting close to his climax.

    I grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him back up to face me. His expression was oddly dazed and he looked as if he had been completely immersed in the fervour of his self-gratification.

    I put my hand gently on his forearm and stopped him masturbating himself before it was too late.

    I smiled at him. “You can keep doing that when you’ve got my face underneath you.”

    He looked at me blankly for a moment, still panting, before recognition slowly dawned on his face.

    “Oh yeah,” he muttered, his voice breathless. “I actually forgot you were going to sniff my butt!”

    “I think you were getting a bit carried away!”

    He smiled, still catching his breath and with a thin film of sweat forming on his forehead. “You reckon?”

    He sat back up on his seat and for the first time I saw how spectacularly thick his erection was, poking out from the waistband of his white shorts with his balls still tucked inside them.

    For such an inoffensive young lad who one might assume to be hiding something fairly average in his trousers, his cock was sporting a stunningly hefty shaft. I’d observed when it was in his shorts that it wasn’t especially long but I hadn’t realised that its girth was so prodigiously fat. It was far too bulky for him even to get his whole hand around. I could imagine many a girlfriend getting quite a surprise when they saw how muff-splittingly wide their cute-looking boyfriend’s shlong was.

    I said, “Your cock is rather wonderfully thick, Dane.”

    He smiled at the compliment but then betrayed what was clearly a persistent worry. “Do you think it’s too thick?”

    “No,” I laughed. “Lots of girls will appreciate having someone so – how can I put it? – ‘commodious’ inside them.”

    I knew that I certainly would. Just looking at the massive thing, its circumference as wide as a drainpipe, was making my arsehole tingle.

    “When I was at school,” he said, “my mates used to call me ‘Coke can’. I’d tell people it was because my surname’s Coburn, but the name kind of emerged in the showers after PE.”

    I smiled. “My friends used to call me ‘Foot long’ for similar reasons.”

    He chuckled and then asked, “How do want to sniff my butt, then?”

    Then he laughed at what he’d said and declared: “That wasn’t something I ever thought I’d hear myself say!”

    I told him to hitch his jeans down a bit and to squat upright on the car seat. In that position he could masturbate himself while I sniffed along the alluring strip of material leading downwards underneath his balls.

    “You’ll have to open your legs as wide as you can. That way I can get to the… er… goodies!”

    He found my euphemistic description of the soiled seat of his shorts quite amusing.

    “And you’re gonna wank yourself too, aren’t you?” he asked, still grinning. “I don’t want to be the only one tossing off.”

    “I fully intend to, Dane.”

    He looked pleased and nodded.

    Then he asked, “Did you ever wank yourself off sniffing the back of your own underwear?”

    “Once or twice,” I admitted, grossly underestimating the actual incidence.

    “When you were my sort of age?”

    “No,” I replied more honestly. “It’s an interest I only recently discovered.”

    He pulled his trousers down to around his ankles and then sat up on the car seat, positioning himself to squat with his legs wide open as I’d asked him to. He kept his briefs pulled up so I could sniff beneath his balls where the material ran towards his hole, but had his cock poking out from the waistband, still as hard and as thick as when I’d had to pull him away from my briefs.

    I noticed that the deep red helmet of it was peculiarly short and stout: its width was actually greater than its length. His slit was so elongated that it almost cleaved his cock-head into two distinct lobes. I could imagine that, when the time came, such an extended opening would be able to deliver a very rapid and abundant outpouring of semen.

    He sat as high up against the car seat as he could so that there was room for my head to be pushed between his squatting legs.

    With a giggle he asked, “What if I fart?”

    I smiled. It was an almost inevitable question given what we were about to do.

    “Just don’t, please,” I replied, in a tone which I hoped would offer no room for ambiguity.

    I leaned forwards and started out by sniffing his balls. His scent was so much more attractive for being fresher and stronger. His ball sweat reminded me of the locker rooms at school: they had a richly male odour mixed with faint but distinct traces of piss and semen.

    “Do you want me to say stuff to you?” he asked. “Just like you did when it was my turn?”

    I nodded, savouring the smell from the damp material covering his scrotum. Right between the mounds of his balls was most fascinating. Here his scent was at its strongest: a wonderful carnival of aromas that brought back surprisingly clear memories of my teens. I was reminded of the changing rooms after PE that we’d just mentioned: to the strong odour of young men’s sweaty underwear thrown onto clothes-pegs; to the sharp tang of dribbled urine coming from clammy gussets; to the more intriguing whiff of precum stains and dried-on spunk from some of the more well-worn pairs.

    “Sniff my bollocks, man!” he called down to me, before tittering at what he’d just said.

    I moaned to encourage him to say more, moving down below his scrotum to sniff at the damper and more odorous material underneath them.

    “Sniff the sweat between my legs!” he continued, but this time didn’t convey any amusement.

    I moved my nose further downwards, along the warm, dank ridge leading from his balls towards his bum, sniffing hungrily as his scent became stronger and more earthy, greatly enjoying the increasing bitter aroma of his underwear as I pushed my face more deeply between his thighs.

    I reached for my own briefs and squeezed my cock through the front of them. Dane enjoyed seeing me do that and started wanking himself quite quickly.

    “Get your knob out, Rob!” he ordered. “Let’s see you tugging it off!”

    I did as he’d asked and pulled my large cock out from my briefs. Dane laughed at how well-endowed I was and declared that I had a “fucking massive horse-dick!”

    I started yanking my foreskin back and forth and Dane laughed again, perhaps at the sight of an older man masturbating in front of him or perhaps because my technique was so different from what he was used to. His own rhythm sped up on his thicker erection and his wrist started slapping against his thigh again; like a gentle applause to the fun we were having together.

    I moved down lower to push my nose between his cheeks, wedging the material of his shorts up into his crack and sniffing at where it had chaffed against his hairy cleft. The smell here was exquisite and my cock swelled in its appreciation, hardening and stiffening in my hand as I wanked it off, the helmet becoming taut and shiny as if to show its approval.

    “Sniff my arsehole, man!” Dane called down to me, the smacking of his hand becoming faster as he grew more excited by where my nose was pressing.

    I willingly did as he commanded and inhaled deeply from his most flavoursome spot, hearing my heart beating heavily in my ears at how deliciously pungent he was back here, and feeling my cock straining to grow even larger at how excited I was becoming.

    Dane pushed forwards and struggled to open his legs more widely, using his free hand to shove my head further between his legs and trying to push my face into his gaping arse crack. He wanted to get my nose and mouth as close as he possibly could to the hole he’d probably never given very much thought to until today.

    “Get your nose stuck into my butt!” he called out. “Fucking sniff it, man! Fucking go for it!”

    To surprise him, I eased my tongue out of my mouth and worked it between the hem of his underwear and the hairy crack of his right buttock. I found his most sensitive spot quite quickly and ran the tip of my tongue around it.

    Dane called out, “Oh, Jesus, yeah! Lick my hole, dude!” and struggled again to reposition himself to give me better access.

    Finding he liked being rimmed, I grew in confidence, and pressed my tongue quite firmly against his tight, sticky ring. It yielded and I entered his hot, slimy anus, lapping in and out to stimulate him in one of the most intense ways I knew to be possible.

    His masturbatory rhythm stopped and he pushed me back as he yanked down his white shorts.

    He called out, “Fucking eat me, man! Lick my arsehole out!”

    And then he grabbed my head again and slammed his arse down onto my face, roughly grinding my face into the wet, hairy forest of his gaping crack.

    “Lick me out, dude! Come on, eat my butt!”

    I did as he was asking of me, feasting voraciously on his crude and intoxicating orifice. I had my tongue burrowing up into his bowels, gently sweeping it back and forth against the soft folds inside his anus and tasting with relish the dribbles of his powerful rectal fluids trickling into my mouth. All the time, I was marvelling at how forthright he was for a novice and making repeated mental notes to remember to give him my phone number when we parted.

    He was wanking himself off as fast as he could, his balls slapping against my chin as I rimmed him as deeply and as forcefully as my position would allow. My nose was wedged into his hairy and strong-smelling crack and my tongue was almost completely buried in the tight ring of his virgin hole.

    “Come on, fucking suck it!” he called out, through panting breaths. “Suck my arsehole!”

    Once again, I did as he was imploring me and, taking my tongue out from his anus, puckered my lips against the puckered ring of his hole. Then I sucked at his entrance like I was drinking milkshake through a straw: drawing out the full, unbridled impact of his arse juices into my mouth and pumping my own cock faster and faster at the sheer pleasure I was experiencing in doing so.

    “Ah, yeah!” he shouted. “Fucking wank it, man! Wank your cock off while you suck my arsehole!”

    He watched me masturbating my large erection hard and fast, and then had a better idea and told me he was going to do it for me.

    I took my hand away from my organ and he replaced it with his, quickly taking up his own rhythm on it. His masturbatory technique was rougher and less refined than mine, but it felt wonderful to have a younger man’s hand tending to my swollen erection.

    “Your cock feels so fucking hard!” he marvelled. “I can’t believe you’re so into this!”

    I let him wank me for a minute or so, with my mouth still clamped to his anal ring, captivated by how it was steadily becoming inflamed from being so energetically sucked. I was hugely enjoying the feel of his fingers jerking at my foreskin, as awkward was they were, and was becoming more and more excited by things he was calling down to me.

    “You are so fucking turned on, dude!” he was gasping. “You are so loving sucking my arse!”

    Realising that his own cock was now without stimulation, I pulled back from his arse and from the hand he’d been holding my head with and bobbed my face up above his balls to take a look at it. It was standing upwards with red marks on its thick girth from where he’d been masturbating it. It looked lonely being unattended to and, as much as I had adored licking and sucking his arse, I immediately knew what I would prefer to do.

    I craned my neck further upwards and took his thick, stubby shaft into my mouth, sucking his organ as hard as I’d sucked his arsehole to draw out the precum from his elongated slit. In comparison to what I’d just been feasting on from his bum, it tasted blissfully sweet and fragrant and I gulped the dribbles of it down gratefully as I consumed all six inches of his eager erection.

    “Ah, yeah!” he cried out. “Suck my fucking root, man!”

    And then, groaning in encouragement, he grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face more firmly onto his cock. I took him all – it wasn’t difficult to consume his full length but his massive girth was quite a strain on my jaw muscles – and he started thrusting his hard shaft in and out of my lips.

    “That’s right, mate! Eat my fat knob!” he called out to me, through frantic gasps, holding my head steady while he roughly fucked my face.

    Ever since I’d started playing around with guys, I hadn’t been especially keen on sucking their cocks. I’d never fully understood the appeal of working a penis with my lips and tongue, and having another man buck his erection in and out of my mouth had always made me feel like I’d been reduced to the role of a masturbatory aid.

    However, receiving Dane’s thick shaft as he slammed it back and forth turned out to be a far more pleasant activity than any I’d previously experienced. I was fascinated to have such a huge girth over-filling my mouth and prizing my jaw almost painfully open. I loved the feel of having the top of his shaft battering against the roof of my gaping mouth while at the same time the thickly ridged underside slid frantically to and fro along my pinned-down tongue.

    If only I could have enjoyed having such a thick cock thrusting so amply up my willing arse!

    I allowed Dane to pound in and out of me, both of his hands holding my head as steady as he could in front of his hammering crotch. His balls were slamming roughly against my chin and his pubic hair was ramming back and forth, bristling with each lunge against my nose and into my eyes.

    “Suck my fucking cock!” he called out, somewhat unnecessarily: I was already engaged in exactly that had no intention of doing otherwise.

    As his hand beat up and down the length of my cock, I worked one of my fingers into his hot, wet arsehole, still slick and swollen from being so extensively rimmed. He moaned with pleasure at the intrusion, and his anus eased open, perhaps without Dane even being aware of it, to willingly draw me into him. His bum seemed to want to feed on my finger, hungrily consuming it and squeezing itself around it, and he grunted at how intense it felt to have his cock sucked and his arse fingered at the same time.

    “Come on – work it, Rob! Fucking wank my arse off!”

    I slid my finger up and down the length of his tight, slimy chute and he started panting like a sprinter at how incredible it felt. His rhythm against my face rapidly intensified and I wondered if, like me, his excitement was being stoked by the strongly carnal smell coming from his rectum as my finger squelched in and out of it.

    “I’m gonna cum, mate! I’m gonna squirt!” he helpfully informed me, just before his hot, salty liquid started splashing against the back of my throat.

    I don’t know if he’d ever climaxed with a finger sliding in and out of his bum, but a succession of astonished gasps suggested that he hadn’t.

    I drank down everything he could give me, enjoying how harsh and alkaline this young man’s semen tasted and how much more astringent it was than that of older men who I’d previously attended to in this way.

    His anus was spasming and convulsing around my finger, kneading it like it was bread dough as the muscles of his bowels enjoyed their own peculiar variant on his orgasm.

    He called down to me, “Fucking yeah!” and worked himself against my finger as his cock continued discharging itself into my mouth.

    As I was gulping down squirt after squirt of his seed, the irony that I was doing to him what he’d refused to do to the impatient cock of his earlier driver was a source of some amusement. I found myself smiling as I fed on his outpouring of sperm, loving the sensation of it pulsing in surges against the back of my throat, as I remembered how outraged he’d been at the thought of doing exactly what I was doing in return for a lift.

    “Wank my arse!” he commanded me, through panting breaths. “Fucking wank it hard!”

    I resumed my rapid fingering of his shuddering rectum, wondering if all his orgasms were as copious as this one. I would have to remember to inform him later that one didn’t ordinarily ‘wank’ an arse: one could finger it, yes, or even frig it, but the verb ‘wank’ wasn’t customarily extended to include anal stimulation.

    After his climax had subsided, I pulled away from his cock and looked up at his face. He grinned down at me and, to see his reaction, I withdrew my finger from his bum and sniffed it. Finding the smell of it very much to my liking, I licked my tongue back and forth along its sticky shaft and then grinned back up at him to show him how much I appreciated the taste

    He laughed to see someone so gratuitously cleaning the finger they’d just had inside his bum and a large dribble of white semen oozed from the stout head of his fat cock as if to offer its own endorsement. I licked that too – as one would lick at a melting ice-cream – and then told him that I was going to eat his arse again.

    “Fucking go for it!” he grinned. “I’ll wank you off while you do it!”

    His hand started roughly yanking my foreskin again and I returned my tongue to the hole my finger had just vacated.

    It was in this position, with me lapping at his wrinkled arsehole which had tightened into a post-orgasmic clench, that my own cock started spurting over his clumsily pumping hand.

    He laughed as I started cumming – which is always a little off-putting, I find – and immediately took his hand away to start hunting around for a tissue instead of milking my organ until I’d fully spent myself as I would have strongly preferred.

    As we were cleaning ourselves up and I was wiping down the gearstick of the car (his own semen having been more efficiently disposed of), Dane’s mood seemed to take a downward turn and he steadily became more quiet and sullen. We put the underwear we’d sniffed away in silence and, with him staring broodily out of the passenger window, I reversed out of the space I’d been parked in.

    It was black dark by now and the road was deserted as I pulled out of the car park.

    “If you’re gonna chuck me out, mate, at least take me to the main road,” Dane said quietly once we were driving through the forest again.

    I glanced over at him, his face lit up eerily in the green glow from the dashboard and with his eyes staring sullenly straight ahead at the road.

    “Why would I want to chuck you out?” I asked.

    “Now you’ve done what you probably set out to do when you picked me up,” he replied, matter-of-factly.

    “I picked you up because you looked cold, Dane. It was you who first introduced the subject of sex into our conversation.”

    “I didn’t!” he retorted, his voice suddenly heavy with emotion. “You were the one who asked to sniff my dirty kecks!”

    I smiled over at him, taking the same conciliatory approach that I would use with my son when he was similarly agitated.

    “You told me that your previous lift had wanted a blowjob from you. Our chat about what a hypothetical hitch-hiker might offer his driver to thank him for the lift developed, as I remember it, at your insistence.”

    He went quiet again, glowering ahead of us at the road, his eyes looking more hurt than angry in the cold glow from the dashboard.

    I started to wonder if he really did want me to drop him off; if he wanted the excuse to get out of the car for some fresh air and to work through in his own head what he’d just got himself into.

    I thought I’d try a different technique.

    “If you’re not comfortable to be around me, given what we’ve just done, I’ll drop you off at the motorway junction we originally agreed on. Once we’re out of the National Park, it’s just a few miles before we get there.”

    He stayed quiet for a good five minutes or so, no doubt weighing up the pros of being dropped off early against the cons of having to wait for another lift. For all he knew, his next driver might make yet further demands in return for a lift.

    Eventually, I thought it best to break the silence by saying, “I was actually hoping we could exchange phone numbers, Dane.”

    “If you think you’re gonna get a repeat performance, Rob, you’re barking up the wrong tree.”

    He was trying to sound hostile but the unsteadiness of his voice betrayed that he was still mainly upset.

    I glanced over at him and told him, “We both enjoyed what we did – we both went into it very willingly – and there’d be no harm in us meeting up again once you feel ready for it.”

    He shook his head defensively. “No way, mate. It won’t happen. I’m into girls – I’m totally straight. I don’t know why I did what I just did. I haven’t got a fucking clue, to be honest.”

    I nodded. “I’m straight too. Like I told you, I’ve been married.”

    It was certainly true that I’d been married. I just wasn’t any more.

    “I’ve always been curious,” I went on, “to try some stuff with other men. Unlike you, I don’t feel guilty about it – I actually would like to try some other things now that I know how much I enjoy it.”

    He shook his head again, and it seemed that what I’d said had made his mind up for him. He didn’t want to hear me trying to justify what we’d done: he’d decided that he wanted to forget about it and pretend it had never happened.

    “You can drop me off at the motorway junction,” he curtly informed me. “I’ll phone my mum if I can’t get a lift.”

    Usually when guys have had a few minutes to recover from what they perceive to be their first ‘gay’ experience, they gradually bounce back from their initial misgivings and are soon able to put things into perspective.

    Not Dane, though.

    Considering how upbeat he’d been immediately after his climax – he’d laughed when I’d started cumming, for Christ’s sake – the more time that passed after the event, the deeper into bitter self-recrimination he seemed to plunge.

    When I dropped him off at a layby near the motorway roundabout, I hastily scribbled my mobile phone number onto the back of a petrol receipt. At first he refused to take it, but when I insisted and kept holding it out towards him, he snatched it from me and tersely thanked me for the ride.

    As I drove away, I watched him through the rear-view mirror as he went through the obviously pointed gesture of scrunching up the paper I’d given him and throwing it into the gutter. He looked up at my rear-view mirror after he’d done so: he’d wanted me to see his opinion of me.

    “Whatever,” I thought as I signalled right at the roundabout to head back out into the countryside and towards home.

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    A few days later I heard my phone beep at work with a text message and, thinking it was from my son asking me to record some programme for him on the Sky box, I waited until I’d got home and had poured myself a glass of wine before I sat down to look at it.

    It turned out it was from an unknown number and it read: [Soz I got freaked, Rob. Not ur fault. Hope all ok. Dane]

    I smiled. It was rather sweet in a way.

    I texted back, taking the time to spell words fully and punctuate correctly in a way that inexplicably infuriates my son.

    [Hello Dane. I thought you threw my number away!]

    I waited a few minutes before my phone beeped again.

    [I did but then chnged my mind. Glad I did!]

    I imagined him waiting at the junction for his mum to drive over and pick him up, gradually starting to feel less ashamed of what he’d done until the compulsion to go back to the side of the road to pick up the paper he’d discarded became too strong.

    I mulled over what to say in reply but before I’d been able to come up with anything that didn’t sound either too flippant or too mushy, my phone beeped again with another incoming message.

    [If a guy needed lift back to uni, would you b up 4 having a hitch hiker in ur car again?]

    I chuckled. A ride for a ride, perhaps?

    I felt I could be a little bolder in my response.

    [Of course, Dane. But what would this hypothetical hitch-hiker be willing to do for his driver in return?]

    He sent me a grinning face with the tongue sticking out before a proper message came in.

    [He could bring his dirty laundry!]

    I had to laugh at that. Weren’t students supposed to take their dirty laundry home with them from uni, not the other way around?

    I sent a smiley face back. I was pleased that Jake, my son, had taught me how to text. I would never have imagined that the skill would prove so valuable.

    Within a few seconds, the phone beeped again. [U up 4 it then?]

    I keyed in my message. [Very much so.]

    [I’ll be at same m-way jnctn u dropped me off. Sun 3 pm. That ok?]

    I chuckled at his reply. He wasn’t prepared to give me his address: that would be a step too far for now.

    [Fine by me], I texted back. [Looking forward to the scenic route.]

    I got another grinning face and then a final, [C u on Sun Rob!]

    I took a long drink of my wine and then beamed at the smiley face he’d sent me as if it was Dane himself I was looking at.

    How far would my hypothetical hitch-hiker let me take him this time?

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