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Fate can play strange games and that’s a fact. I met Paula in my first year at university, both of us studying law. We fell quickly in love and became an item. What screwed things is that we weren’t always as careful as we should have been and she became pregnant and had to drop out to have the baby. Wanting to stand by her, we married and thanks to her wealthy parents, obtained a small flat and they helped me to continue through to graduation while Paula stayed home to look after baby Ruby. I managed quite a good job with a city solicitors mainly specialising in property and some dealings with marital split-ups too!!

Paula studied at home and eventually obtained a part-time job as a legal secretary with another business in town so that she could still care for Ruby while earning some money. We didn’t try for another child, feeling we had missed our own youth with the early arrival of our first born and with her reaching an age where she was more independent it was becoming easier to get away for the odd break while Ruby was with one set of parents or the other.

I had been highly sexed in my teens but this had been drained out of me by parenthood and my only excitement was the odd night at home if Ruby was on a sleepover. Even then there was an element of habit. Paula was an attractive woman, slim built and a slightly “tom-boy” look with her short cropped hair and pert little bum. That was what has always appealed to me about her. I had managed to hold on to some of my youthful looks and was wearing quite well though my dark hair was starting to show some grey, even at 34. Still my body was in good shape.

Lately I had started to look at other women and even been looking around on the internet at porn. I loved looking at some of these slim Eastern European women being fucked by handsome young guys, often more than one. I was attracted to watching a cock sliding into slick wet cunts close up. I had looked at some of the “swinging” sites but there was no way Paula was going to play and I was a little nervous about meeting other women for three reasons. First was the obvious one, guilt! The second was the chance of falling for someone and ruining a perfectly good life and thirdly the possibility of being found out!

Paula talked a lot about the girls in the office and they seemed to to have all bonded as friends, even having the odd night out together. I liked seeing Paula enjoying herself and I was happy to stay in with Ruby even though she seemed to go out more alone these days than we did together.

“One of the partners is getting married and also leaving,” said Paula one night, “and they have decided to have a party at the office with husbands and wives invited. It’ll give you a chance to meet my workmates anyway if you can remember their names!”

“Of course I can, Louise, Tammi, Chris and Sue” How’s that!”

Paula gave a fake applause and advised I should look “smart casual,” for the event.

On the evening, we arrived at around 7.00pm and the office had been decorated with balloons and banners for the departing female partner and her husband. There were about 30 people there in total when we walked in and with all the shrieking and air kissing for each new person it was all a bit confusing as, apart from Paula I only knew one other person and that was one of the firm’s partners. We shook hands and had a brief chat before I realised Paula had gone and was excitedly chatting to a group across the room whom I assumed were her workmates.

I was about to walk over when one of the group looked across at me. I was confused as the person was obviously a young man but all of his aura said “woman” to me. His body stance, his facial structure and his mannerisms were female. Now at this stage you will be thinking he was camp but he wasn’t, that was the odd thing. I stayed to observe him and started to rule out the other possibility, was he a transsexual? That certainly wasn’t the case either. I had never seen anyone like him before. He was stunningly beautiful with fair skin, short blonde hair, soft lips with small features facially even though he was probably about 5 feet 11 inches tall and slim. His clothes weren’t feminine either. He wore a casual tailored jacket and dark trousers which hung well on his tall frame.

He looked across again and smiled. His teeth were perfect and not too dazzlingly white. He brushed his hair back slightly from his forehead with his hand and again a smile spread across his face. I found my cock growing.

Paula turned from the group and loudly said, “There he is. Over here Simon!”

I realised I had been staring at this guy and now I had to join his company. My feet were like lead as I walked over to join this group of six. As Paula worked her way around the group I was aware it included the girls she went out with until she got to the guy and said his name was Chris.

I must have looked confused until she said, “Chris is just one of us girls,” and moved back to conversation.

“Shit, Christopher, not Christine,” I thought.

This guy had been with the little group on all their girly nights out.

Again I found myself standing but this time much closer and he was even more beautiful at this distance. I could smell his fragrance and, again it wasn’t feminine. My head was picking up signals and struggling to compute any message for my brain. My cock was hard again and my head was telling me to chat to the girls. Chris said nothing. He just stood there enigmatically listening to the girl’s chatter, smiling here and there and casually looking at me from time to time.

Eventually with the coming and going, we ended up alongside each other.

“Do you work with Paula,” I said, stating the obvious.

“Yes, I’m part of the clan.”

His voice didn’t have a lisp, didn’t sound female and was quite deep considering his stature and image. It was actually sexy.

“She seems to have kept your details well hidden,” he said.

“Details?” I quizzed.

“Well she just goes on and on about you by name but has never actually told us about you or how…….attractive…you are!”

He blushed at this point and added,” Oh sorry I’ve embarrassed you. I have a habit of saying what I’m thinking and you are certainly every bit a man.”

“What about you?” I asked.

“Oh I still live with parents but I’ve just turned 18 and I move into a little flat next week so I’m really looking forward to it.”

“Alone?” I asked a little too quickly.

“Yes, alone. You and,” he hesitated slightly, “Paula, must come and see it once I’m there.”

“Oh, that would be nice,” I said, my face flushing red as I said it.

I wondered what the fuck was happening to me. I’m a straight guy having shown no interest in the male body at all, well unless you include Kevin in the Boy Scouts and David in my first year at Secondary School, and here I was actually flirting like a blushing school boy with a lad only 4 years older than my daughter.

Thankfully Paula broke the moment taking my arm and dragging me to where the food was. My head was spinning and I assumed that perhaps drinking on an empty stomach had confused me. Paula chatted here and there, deftly picked up a plate and loaded it with nibbles and encouraged me to do the same, which I happily did,

Soon we were talking to a guy who worked in their conveyancing department so Paula chatted to his wife while I had a lot in common with him. We talked on and on about the property market and it’s slow recovery but I was aware I was still being watched. I glanced up to Chris’s smile again. This was starting to unnerve me. I turned until I was out of eye-line and felt a little better.

The evening progressed and the plentiful supply of wine and beer helped the party keep going. Sometime around 9.30pm I lost Paula again to her group so, with the wine making me more sociable I found a new group to crash. As I chatted within this group I felt a tap in my shoulder and there stood Chris.

“Hi again, I was getting a bit bored over there and thought I would come and keep you company.”

“Oh, fine” I said.

“How long have you been married to Paula?” he asked.

I told him.

“First love?”

“I suppose so as I hadn’t really had a steady girlfriend prior to her.”

“Surely you weren’t a virgin?” he asked.

“No, of course not,” I said quickly.

“Neither am I,” he said.

“You seem a very loyal husband,” he continued.

I had the feeling this question was a little rhetorical.

“I have been,” I said honestly.

“Is that not stressful after all these years of marriage,” he queried.

“Not up until now,” I said.

“So now it is then?”

“No, no, it was just a turn of phrase,” I quickly added. “I couldn’t really go with another woman as it wouldn’t be fair.”

“Well that leaves another option I suppose,” said Chris as someone else approached up and joined the conversation which quickly returned to normal party talk.

When I drifted away from him and managed a quiet corner on my own, I watched him. He had definitely been suggesting we meet for…..I assume sex. How would I have sex with a young lad? What do people do? Would he want me to fuck him or maybe he might want to fuck me? I hadn’t ever thought about that….well maybe the one time with Kevin, but apart from that. Do boys kiss on a date? Maybe he would want to suck my cock. Paula never liked sucking cock much, not like…well I suppose not like Kevin. I had forgotten all those feelings all those years ago. It was fun at the time but lads did that with mates. It was only because we were horny and girls wouldn’t give out leaving us randy all the time. We just did it to get off and nothing else. It wasn’t poofy, apart from the couple of times Kevin wanted to fuck me…well actually he did fuck me. Anyway that was all in the past.

I wandered back to find Paula and bumped straight back into Chris.

“I’m leaving now,” he said. “Hopefully I’ll see you again sometime. He handed me a piece of paper with a mobile number and e-mail address, smiled and left.

My cock was hard again. What the fuck was going on?

I slipped the paper in the back of my wallet meaning to dispose of it later and we left shortly afterwards, weaving our way to a taxi. Paula was full of how much fun the night had been.

“I saw Chris talking to you,” she said.

“Chris?” I said faking the confusion. “Oh yes the guy you work with.”

“He’s gay, of course,” she continued.

“I kind of figured that,” I laughed a little too falsely.

“He had a boyfriend when he was 17 but there were problems as the guy was older than him and married so that was wrong on both counts. His parents forced him to give the guy up or they would tell his wife or worse still, go to the police as he was still technically underage. I thing he still misses him.”

After that worrying news I figured Chris was best avoided and didn’t call him.

It was almost a month later when I arrived home from work to be told, “We’ve both been invited to Chris’s flat-warming on Saturday. Isn’t that sweet? You’re the only partner invited.”

“I’m not sure I’ll fit in,” I said, excusing myself.

“Don’t be silly, gay people don’t bite you know. He’s lovely and so are his friends, at least the ones I’ve met,” said Paula.

I was trapped with no way out. I decided that the casual dress code would be followed to the letter to make me look as married as possible. I dug out some jeans, check shirt, leather jacket and brown shoes.

“Is this casual enough?” I asked Paula.

“You can say that again,” she replied and off we went.

The flat was a small one bedroom, one study, lounge, kitchen and bathroom in a new complex where he was obviously renting privately. It was nice enough and Chris’s added décor made the plain white walls look almost inviting. He ran to meet us and kissed Paula on both cheeks, doing the same to me. I blushed.

His friends, all four of them, were around the same age or slightly older with varying levels of campness. None of them appealed as they squealed and laughed at every joke and their arms flailed around as they tried to accentuate this point or that. Chris didn’t!

He crept up on me again as I stood picking up some food at the table.

“I didn’t think you would come after last time?” he said.

“Why wouldn’t I?” I replied.

“You didn’t call me.”

“Two reasons for that,” I said. “One, I’m straight and two I’m married.”

“You look at me in a peculiar way and it makes me tingle,” he continued.

“I don’t mean to,” I said trying to regain the upper hand.

“I know you’re head doesn’t mean to but your heart does and I have the tiniest feeling, so does your cock.”

The back of his hand brushed lightly against the front of my jeans and my erection jumped.

“……if you get what I mean.”

I mumbled about needing the toilet and fled to the privacy of it. I struggled to pull my hard cock out to pee. I couldn’t!

My thoughts were racing, “Did I look gay? Do other people think I look gay? I wonder what his cock looks like?”

I had to cancel that last thought, I had no idea where it came from.

I returned to the room with the full intention of telling Paula we were leaving and bumped straight back into him in the hallway.

“I’m going to say a few things then I promise to stop bothering you,” he said.

I nodded.

“I think you like me. I think you love your wife and, to be honest I love her too in a way so I have no intention if trying to steal you away from her but you have a hunger. I can see it and I think you and I could have some fun. That’s all I want – fun. I think you need someone to give you sex like you’ve never had before and I would love to be that person.”

“You’re 18 for Christ’s sake not some old sage!” I retorted.

“You’ll never know how good it can be until you try!”

He walked away.

My head was reeling. I had been propositioned for the first time since I had been a teenager and worse still it was from a teenager. I stumbled back into the room seeking the sanctuary of Paula. She put it down to my nervousness around gay guys, which to an extent was true. Chris kept his distance for the rest of the evening only glancing and smiling now and then. We left about midnight and took a taxi home.

“I suppose that’s our first gay party,” said Paula sniggering.

I laughed but it probably was, and I had managed to pick someone up at it!

I didn’t contact Chris but I received a text from him. I assumed he had managed to somehow get my number out of Paula or perhaps even Paula’s phone.

“Have you thought any more about my proposition?”

It was simply signed “C.”

I texted back, “I need to talk to you.”

I fully intended to warn him off as I didn’t hide my mobile from Paula so suspicious messages would easily be read. He told me he had a few days off and could we meet for coffee on the main road near his flat. That suited me as I didn’t want to be near my or Paula’s office. I feigned a meeting with a business client and met him.

Chris shook my hand firmly. I noticed people looking at him. He had an aura about him that drew attention. We sat down and I started to speak.

“Chris I can’t have secret texts coming into my phone.”

“Oh sorry, can I e-mail then?”

“Chris how many times do I have to tell you I’m straight?”

“A straight guy who keeps looking at me and had an erection the last time we spoke.”

I blushed.

“I find you so attractive and would love to make love to you. I’m not looking for a partner, just sex.”

“It’s just not something I have ever considered doing,” I said.

He looked at me oddly and raised an eyebrow.

“Or ever done……perhaps?”

I blushed again. This kid was old beyond his years.

“I thought so,” he said.

We were attracting attention. This soberly dressed lawyer in a dark suit with pink shirt and dark tie alongside a tall, slender, blonde haired, slightly mature Peter Pan. He was unaware of the looks as he casually and sensually brushed his hair back from his eyes and looked at me.

“We need to go,” I said.

He snapped out of his stare and looked around at the other people in the coffee shop before standing and agreeing with me.

“Do you have to go back to work or have you signed yourself out for the afternoon?”

I walked obediently beside him as I walked back to his flat. I wasn’t sure why I wanted to go or even what I would do when I got there. We didn’t speak much other than to make some small talk.

We entered his flat and as we walked up the small hall, Chris stopped and turned to face me. He looked at me briefly and then took my face in his hands and kissed me fully on the lips. I slightly resisted before my mouth slowly opened and took his tongue into it. Chris took that as an invitation and the pace picked up almost immediately. His hands were all over me, around my buttocks, over my shoulders and eventually gripping the front of my suit trousers. He found the evidence of my arousal immediately. I was stiff.

I had done little. For someone who was used to taking the lead in sex, I wasn’t sure what was required of me. It was odd that this slightly effeminate, tall teen, was towering over a heterosexual male and taking control. It was exciting, not being in charge for once and as he urgently fumbled to strip me, my breathing increased and suddenly my hands found what they wanted to do. I started to unbutton his shirt.

When we were stripped to underwear, my plain white Calvin Kleins looked quite plain against a multi coloured pair of “Aussiebum” tight boxer briefs, his erection proudly sticking out and looking a lot more intimidating than mine. He led me to the bedroom and asked if I wanted to “freshen up.” I asked if I could shower and he agreed he would come with me and help.

He stripped my pants off and my six inch cock sprung upwards, taking the slight curve up it always did when I was very excited. When I unveiled his, a thick, white cock came into view with a length that had to be at least eight inches.

“Fucking Hell Chris. How the heck did a guy like you get a cock like that,” I said.

“Glad you like it Simon and it might surprise you to know I can use it too!”

I wasn’t sure what “use it” meant but had a feeling I was going to find out. We stood in the bath tub with the shower spraying down on us. Chris soaped me fully and covered both of our bodies in the foam. He took a lot of time pulling back foreskin and then rinsing. He then turned me around to do my back and soaped me again, his fingers entering my rectum as he did so. He took his time as I leaned forward and soon had two fingers in my bottom. I wasn’t used to being this passive but was excited at the role reversal. He worked away behind me for some time and then rinsed.

Switching off the shower he dropped to his knees and took my cock in his mouth. I had forgotten how good a blow job could be and had to steady myself with my hands on his shoulders. Chris held my cock tightly with his left hand while his other cupped my balls, squeezing them just enough to keep the blood pulsing in my cock. I had to stop him!

We stepped out of the shower and dried before Chris led me like an innocent schoolboy through to the bedroom. I found the whole thing confusing. I had been turned on by Chris because we was quite effeminate and here he was taking the dominant role while I had instantly accepted the passive one without any argument. Having someone lead me along was an unusual but exciting prospect and I was excited to know where he was taking me.

Once I was on the bed Chris started to kiss me passionately. My lips, cheeks, forehead then down to my nipples following further back down to my cock. I lay and accepted it. His finger found my hole again and he teased me as he sucked. I opened my legs submissively to allow access. Chris then climbed up my body and straddling my shoulders, putting his cock in my mouth. I pulled it down with one hand and sucked as much as I could manage in the position. Realising that was only the first few inches, Chris rolled off and lay back on the bed. I took the top position for the first time and steadied his hard cock while swallowing as much as I could until I gagged. There was an urgency to our sex and I had the feeling Chris had been wanting this for some time.

He quickly slipped from under me and threw me on my back again, lifting my legs in the air in a “V” position. His mouth dived between my legs and I felt the moist warmth of his tongue on my hole. It pushed and slid in about an inch or so. The sensation was electric. All the while his hand left hand caressed my stiff cock and his right hand held my legs by both feet.

He stopped abruptly and said, “I need more!”

He rolled across the bed and his hands went into the bedside table where he brought out a small black dildo, some lubrication and a packet of condoms. I was too far gone to refuse.

The dildo was about the size of my cock and he lubed it and started to push it into my hole. It took a few minutes until I could feel the head of it invade my rectum.

“Don’t put any more in just now,” I begged.

“You’re too late,” he replied,” it IS all in.”

I couldn’t believe I had been so excited that there was a six inch rubber dildo in me and I hadn’t even realised it was up to the hilt. He gently teased it in and out. I won’t say it was easy. I had to really try to relax and not reject it as my arse was telling me to do. I figure it took around fifteen minutes before I wasn’t really feeling the tightness caused my the dildo.

“Now phase two!” he said.

I had a feeling what that meant but I so wanted Chris to fuck me. He stretched the rubber on and lubed it, pulling me up to a doggy position. A little more lube was added and then the whole process started again. This time there were a few false starts as Chris was thicker as well as longer than the dildo.

Easily twenty minutes on he was fucking me. His hands on my hips and the burning of another man’s sex organ inside my body had me feeling like I was being electrocuted. I tingled from head to foot and my own cock hadn’t flagged one bit. He fucked me quite hard for about five minutes but it was starting to ache and I had to ask him to rest.

“No probs,” he said, pulling out, ripping off the condom, taking another from the pack and stretching it on my cock. “Now let’s see what Paula’s been going on about for so long.”

He quickly lubed his arse and, as I lay on my back he straddled me, lowering himself easily on to the full length of my cock. If you haven’t tried it, a guy’s arse is way tighter than a cunt and the grip as your cock slides in is amazing,

“Fuck that’s good,” I said.

“Sit still and let me do the work,” he said.

He sat on my cock and raised and lowered his body, his arse impaled on me. All the while I stroked his cock as he faced me.

“Chris, I’m sorry but I can’t hold on unless you stop,” I said.

He speeded up and my guttural sounds must have told him of my impending orgasm. I tried to keep a rhythm going with his cock even as my cock started to pump cum into him and was rewarded with a well coordinated spray of cum over my head, face, lips and chest. This guy came like a fountain.

Sweat poured off us as Chris rolled off me. My cock dwindling with the full condom attached to the end. I was surprised at my own volume which spoke a lot for the excitement the session had produced in me. I licked my lips and the salt of his cum slipped into my mouth. I felt it made us closer somehow!

Another quick shower and we dressed and had a coffee as Chris said, “Now what?”

“What do you mean by that?” I asked.

“What happens to us?”

“Well,” I said, choosing my words carefully. “At this moment there is no “us,” only a married guy having sex with a gay guy on the side. I love Paula and though the sex we just had was spectacularly good, there’s a lot more to my current life than just sex. I hope you understand that?”

Chris smiled and said, “I wasn’t really expecting anything more but to find that there might be another session is enough to keep me happy. I kinda like being the bit on the side anyway and can carry off the role with perfection!”

I had seen to many soap operas to know that “bits on the side” rarely worked out but at the moment my cock and arse suggested I wanted more of Chris so I had to smile back and say, When are you next free?”

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From about the age of thirteen, I spent every summer with my grandfather on his ranch. Each year, I found that I enjoyed being around the ranch foreman and the hands more and more. Each year they seemed to excite me sexually more than the year before. By the time I was sixteen, I knew that I was gay but I had to keep it hidden.

Also after three or four years, I knew almost as much about ranching as the rest of them did and decided that in college I would have a double major in business and agriculture. By the time I graduated, my grandfather was in poor health although his mind was still very sharp. After graduation, he turned the running of the ranch over to me while training me to also handle the financial end of the business.

Then, after about a year, the unexpected happened and my grandfather passed away. In his will, he left his entire estate to me. It was all now my responsibility.

After the funeral, I called Clay, the ranch foremen, to the office in the main house. Clay was roughly six-six, thirty-two years old, extremely muscular with black hair. He had a neatly trimmed full beard, and a beautiful hairy chest and his bright blue eyes would melt your heart.

“You wanted to see me, Mark, uh, boss?”

“Clay, you can still call me Mark,” I said. “I just wanted to let you know that I will be coming to you for advice from time to time.”

“I’ll do anything I can to help you out. I loved your grandfather like my own and I’ll give you the same loyalty I gave him.”

“Will the fact that I’m six years younger than you affect your work in any way?”

“It will be strange for a while but I’ll get used to it. You were already making most of the decisions.”

“I appreciate that Clay. Now, I want you to do something for me.”

“Name it,” Clay said.

“With my grandfather passing and the funeral and all, the guys have been supportive and caring. Let them know that they can all take this weekend off, and that includes you.”

“Speaking on behalf of the guys, thanks. I know they will appreciate it.”

I stood and he gave me a hug, and when he did, my entire body experienced a warm sexual feeling. I wanted to hold him more and kiss him but I was sure he would never permit it.

The weekend arrived and most of the guys headed into town, after their chores on Friday evening. Saturday morning, I headed to the barn to check of the horses and when I entered I heard unexpected groans emitting from the tack room.

Walking to the door, I listened for a moment then opened the door. Looking in, I froze at what I saw. There before me was Clay, nude, on his knees sucking one of the other hands, Brad, who was also nude. Seeing me, they also froze. As they stared at me, I stared at them. Then, stepping back, I closed the door and returned to my office in the house.

The office had a door leading into the house proper as well as a door leading to the outside porch. I sat at my desk, not believing that this massive beautiful hunk of a man was into male sex.

After a few moments, the door leading to the outside opened and Clay stepped in.

There was total silence for a few seconds before Clay spoke up and said, “Mark, I never meant for you to find out about me. I just wanted to let you know that I’ll gather my things and be out of here later today.”

I stood and walked around my desk to face Clay. “Did my grandfather know anything?”

“He nearly caught me on a few occasions so I’m sure he suspected, but he never said anything.”

Stepping up to him, I said, “If he didn’t mine, then neither do I.” At that point, I leaned closer and just as my hand grasp his huge firm cock, my lips met his. He was lifeless for a moment then as I began offering my tongue he accepted, and it turned into a hot passionate kiss. Soon, he was grasping my cock.

After the kiss ended, I looked at him and said, “I’ve wanted to do that for several years but never dreamed that you would let me.”

“Over the last several years, I’ve noticed the way you looked at me and the other guys and wondered if there was anything to it. Now, I know there was.”

“Does it make any difference?”

“Fuck no! I think it’s great,” he replied. “But one of us needs to let Brad know. He’s in his room packing his things.”

“Come with me,” I said.

We went to the bunkhouse and to Brad’s room. When we walked in he looked at me and said, “I’ll be gone shortly, Mr. Rivers.”

Brad was a hot good looking well; built young man of twenty-two. Looking at him, I told him to unpack his things and not worry about what had happened.

He looked back and forth between Clay and I. I could tell he was still unsure. I quickly solved that problem.

I walked up to Brad, an began rubbing his crotch. As I felt his cock stiffen, I slowly unzipped his jeans. I motioned Clay over and unzipped his also. Soon, I had both pair of jeans down around their ankles and their hard cocks in my hands.

I dropped to my knees and as I looked up into Brad’s eyes, I began swallowing his cock. He looked at Clay for a moment before Clay leaned down and kissed him.

As they kissed passionately, I alternated between their cocks, sucking each one hungrily. Before long, Brad moaned and I knew he was close. Seconds later his cock exploded in my mouth filling it with his huge thick load of creamy cum. After collecting it all and swallowing, I turned to Clay and quickly brought him to his climax. After swallowing his huge delicious load, I stood up and smiled.

Looking at Brad, I asked, “Are you now convinced that everything is cool between us?”

“Yes, sir, I am.”

With that, Clay quickly knelt and began working on my belt and zipper. Brad dropped and began helping him and within seconds, my jeans were down around my ankles. Then, they both began licking my cock and balls and after a moment they were taking turns devouring my hard horny cock.

Before long I reached my climax and together they accepted it and kissed as they shared it and swallowed. Then, after standing, they leaned toward me and we had a hot three way kiss.

That evening, I invited Clay to have dinner with me in the main house. When he arrived, I greeted him with a hot kiss. He helped with dinner and afterward, I led him to my bedroom. For dessert, we had a hot passionate slow sixty-nine. We then cuddled for a while and I asked when he started with guys.

He told me that it was during his basic training for the Marines when his drill sergeant made passes at him. He said he had been curious and before long they were sucking and fucking each other.

“Do you like fucking another guy in the ass?” I asked.

“Oh yea, almost as much as I like getting fucked.”

“I see,” I said. “How would you like me up your ass?”

“I was just about to ask you to fuck me,” he replied.

Seconds later as we kissed, I was slowly sliding my lubed cock up his deliciously tight hole. “Oh fuck, you feel awesome,” I said.

“So do you,” he replied.

I started slowly but as time passed and my climax neared, I got faster and faster. soon, my cock erupted and he exclaimed loudly, “Oh, fuck yea. Fill my hole with that hot load. Fuck me, boss.”

I quickly deposited my seed deep in his hole as we kissed passionately. Once I had pulled out, I looked at him and said, “Now it’s your turn to make a deposit up my ass.”

“My pleasure.”

We quickly changed positions and he had his thick hard eight in cock buried balls deep in my ass and I was loving it. He began to piston in and out as I moaned in shear pleasure. He eventually reached his climax and filled my hole with his huge load. After a hot kiss, he raised my legs and to shocked pleasure, he began sucking his own load out of my ass.

“Share it with me,” I told him.

Soon, we were kissing, working his cum load back and forth between our mouths. Soon we each swallowed part of it.

Looking up into his face, I asked “Did you ever think that at any time you would have sex with your boss?”

“You’re my third boss since the Marines and all the others would have fired me if I would have tried anything.”

I began to question him about the rest of the hands to see if any were into male sex.

“Your grandfather left the hiring to me and whenever we needed a new hand, I always found on that was gay. However, there is two exceptions, Buck and Luke both claim to be straight but when ever we all get together out on rides, they are more than willing to get naked with us and get their cocks sucked or fuck our asses. I seriously think that they will eventually make the switch, though.”

“Do either ever just asked someone to suck their cocks?”

“Oh yea, they both do at times. Why?”

“Well, since they both know about you, do me a favor and somehow let them know that I’m into guys and would love to suck them, and if they ever need it, just come to me and tell me.”

“Consider it done, boss.”

Clay spent the night with me and the next morning we started the day with a sixty-nine.

We knew the rest of the hands would be returning in the afternoon and Clay asked, “Should anything be said to the rest of the guys?”

“No, not yet.”

“How do I approach them? They will know that you and I have had sex.”

“I’m sure you will find away, but tell them that they have to keep it to themselves.”

Shortly after lunch I called Brad into the house and the three of us had a hot three-way sucking and fucking. We then told Brad to keep everything to himself.

Mid afternoon, the rest of the hands began returning. I sat on the porch looking at them and not believing that this bunch of hot rugged studs were nearly all gay.

Later, from my office window, I saw Clay out by the barn talking to Buck.

Buck was in his early thirties and stood six- two. He was muscular and semi-hairy with numerous tattoos. I knew that I’d enjoy sucking his cock.

I watched as they talked and then I saw a shocked expression on Buck’s face as he looked toward the office.

Later, I saw Clay talking to Luke, and I knew that he was again planting the seed in his mind also. Now all I had to do was sit back and wait.

Clay and I had sex again on Wednesday and he informed me that both guys had again questioned him and asked if he as sure that I wanted their cocks. He said he had reassured them that I did.

Late Thursday afternoon just at dusk, I saw Buck walking toward the office. I wondered if he was coming for sex.

He knocked on the office door and after I told him to come in, he seemed extremely nervous.

“What can I help you with, Buck?” I asked.

“Well, uh, Clay and I were talking, and uh, he said you might be able to uh, help me if I was in need, if you uh,know what I mean.”

“Buck, are you horny and need some relief?”

“Uh, yea, very.”

“Well, I like to keep my employees happy. Come with me.”

He followed me to my bedroom and once there, I told him to make himself totally comfortable. He watched as I stripped, and he soon began stripping. I had him lay on the bed and lay next to him in a sixty-nine position in case he wanted to do anything.

As I began to fondle his thick cock, it stiffened. As the first sign of his thick clear pre-cum emerged from his piss slit, I licked it off before swallowing his cock. He moaned softly in pleasure. I was totally engrossed in sucking his cock when I suddenly felt his hand on my cock. He began stroking me and it felt awesome.

Before long, he climaxed and after I had collected it all and swallowed, he sat up and continued jerking my cock. Soon , my cock erupted sending several long thick volleys out onto my chest and stomach.

“Mother Fuck!” he exclaimed. “That’s the first time I ever jerked a guy off and watched him shoot. That was unreal.”

We both dressed and as he started to leave I patted his shoulder and said, “Feel free to come back anytime.”

“You can count on it,” he said smiling.

Undoubtedly he had talked to Luke, because a few days later Luke came to me saying that he had talked to Buck and was told that I could help him out. I took him to my room and after we stripped, i sucked him off also but he just lay there enjoying it.

Clay and Brad would visit me late at night secretly for sex and it was awesome. I loved sliding my cock up Brad’s hot young ass while I sucked Clay’s big cock.

Toward the end of the following week, Buck returned and this time he simply said, “Boss, I’m horny and need you.”

“Sure,” I replied. “You know the way so go get ready while I lock up.”

When I arrived, he was in bed nude, his cock rock hard. I stripped and again lay in a sixty-nine next to him and began sucking his cock.

After a moment, I felt him lift my cock and slowly stroke it.

TO BE CONTINUED……………………

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It was a little after 7am Saturday morning and Shelly and I were lying in bed still naked from the night before. Clothes were strewn about the room like a cyclone had blown through it. A closer look told a tale of the frenzied action that had taken place only a few hours earlier.

On Friday afternoon Shelly called me and said a bunch of coworkers were going out for one of the girls birthday and she wanted me to meet her at the club. Shelly and I had been dating for about 7 months and she was the type of girl who is the life of the party. She always made sure people had a good time and that everyone was included as much as possible. Even if it meant she pushed you past your comfort zone.

Shelly was a gorgeous, sexy, loving, fun woman who had a streak of wicked in her.

When she got an idea in her head both men and women seem unable to resist her.

It wasn’t always sexual but she did have a wonderful skill to get people out their own way and enjoy themselves. Shelly would get that twinkle in her eye and in her own way ask for you to lay your trust in her. In return she would provide you with an experience like no other. Some of the experiences might make you blush and some you might not wish to share but all made you smile.

It was still early and we had no plans for the day so there was no rush to leap out of bed. Shelly had long dark brown hair down to the middle of her back. She was laying against my side with her head on my chest and her left leg draped across mine. We were up but our eyes were still closed. We were just resting enjoying the morning sun and light conversation. Her hair was mostly on my upper chest and shoulder and the smell was such a delight.

We were reminiscing about the different parts the night before and some of the crazy things that happened. The conversation just wandered back and forth through the night. There some lull periods with no talk and then some with laughter. A typical lazy morning talk. We had meet some new people who were friends of the birthday girl. Casually we spoke of what we thought of them and who we though was fun and would like to hangout with again.

Our conversation then turned a bit sexual and Shelly asked me if I had ever been in a threesome. I told her about several experiences that I have had and she did the same. She asked me if I had ever been in one that was two men and a woman. I had not I told her. I was kind of preferential to the attention that I got when it was two women and I. Shelly never had that experience, either, but she expressed that was one fantasy she wanted to fulfill. The more we talked the more she expressed how much she wanted to share that with me.

This was something that did not interest me and I was hoping that I could just acknowledge her and then move on. I was trying to get back to our lazy Saturday morning moment of peace. It turns out Shelly now had different intentions which meant we were going to talk about it. It was light and playful. And although I wasn’t interested in it, it was kind of fun. It was just a topic Shelly wanted to talk about and she did get that twinkle in her eye. Resistance was futile.

I had asked Shelly where this was coming from and she told me about a conversation she was having the night before with Angela, one of her coworkers. Angela’s boyfriend had set up a whole scenario with a friend from out of town who was staying with them one weekend. At first, she wasn’t sure about the situation but after it was over Angela told Shelly how much she enjoyed having two men at the same time. This got Shelly’s wheels spinning. Shelly now wanted to have that same experience. The more we talked the more it became apparent it wasn’t about if it was going to happen, just when and how it was going to happen.

This is crazy! I went from lazily lying in bed to talking about having a threesome with my girlfriend and another guy. The progression from a ‘what if?’ to a ‘who with?’ conversation was lightening quick. The lazy morning was gone. Shelly was now, for lack of a better description, in her ‘Shelly Style’ of negotiating and I was the focus of all of her attention. The twinkle in her eye was bigger. The smile on her face was bigger. Her playful laugh was now playful AND wicked. Shelly even moved into position that gave her the upper hand in the negotiation. She slid her bald pussy over my thigh and in landed her body right between my legs. Her tits were resting on my now hard cock and she gently kissed my stomach in between her verbal appeals. I could end the story here and you could figure out I was done. Shelly was going to get her threesome with me and another guy. And sooner than I expected.

After working her powers of persuasion on me Shelly was a bundle of energy buzzing about the apartment. She was arranging her strategy to make this happen as fast as she could for fear I would get cold feet. She got the iron hot and wanted to strike. Shelly had a friend who she thought would be perfect for our first mmf ménage trios. His name was Robert. Shelly and Robert had been friends for years and the several times I have met him he was either with a girlfriend or a date. It’s unclear to me why she thought he would be a good match. Her reasoning was that she didn’t want it to be some stranger and out of all the guys she knew he was the one guy she felt comfortable with in this situation.

Robert was around 5’10” with short dark brown hair and, although I don’t know if he was an athlete, he looked like he played some sport in the past and was still in fairly good shape. He was in pharmaceutical sales and traveled a lot for his job. Shelly wasn’t sure if he was in town or not but left messages on his cell all morning and by lunch he finally got back to her. The good news was he was in town. The bad news was he was leaving for Minneapolis in the morning and had plans for that night. Since I was the center of Shelly’s concentrated focus earlier in the day I was happy to sit back and watch someone else be in the hot seat. I wondered how she would be able to convince him to change his mind, especially, over the phone and without any of her tantalizing, seductive touches. True to her nature, this siren got her way. Robert’s plans were to watch the basketball game with some friends and didn’t involve a date. How ever she did it, Shelly was able to convince Robert to come over for dinner with us and promised we would watch the game when we were done. I didn’t once hear her mention anything about her real motive and thought it bit on fair. Shelly felt it would ruin the mood to tell him a head of time and that it would be better to just let things happen naturally when he was here.

You know, Shelly Style.

It was now around 7pm and Shelly was finishing the last of the food preparations when I got out of the shower. I put on some jeans and nice button down and Shelly was already dressed and looking as hot as ever. She knew how to dress sexy without over doing it. She had a pair of black dress shorts on, not quite short shorts but they showed a lot of her legs. She had a white off the shoulder blouse and sexy black high heel mules. It was casual but showed she had put some effort in to look good and she did. Robert showed up with a nice bottle of chardonnay, which complimented nicely with the scallops and Spanish wild rice Shelly made. We had a great dinner together and if that was all I think Robert would’ve enjoyed it just as much if he had followed through with his other plans for the evening. He still had no idea of what was about to happen.

It was a spacious apartment with an open floor plan for the living room, dinning room and kitchen. After dinner we moved over to the living room area. As promised, Shelly put the basketball game on for Robert. She also put some music on in the background and I made some margaritas. We kept the lights somewhat dim just make it a nice atmosphere. We watched the game, drank, and even danced a little. We had a good time. We did shots of tequila and made silly little bets on the game. On a buzzer beater 3 point shot for the end of the third quarter Shelly won a bet and leaped into my lap and gave me a deep, hot kiss. Of course, Robert had to object and tell we needed to refrain from that because he didn’t have a girl with him and it was not fair. Shelly jumped off my lap and sat across his legs, wrapped her arms around his neck and light kissed his cheek. She said if your team comes out and scores first in the fourth quarter she would give him the same kiss I got. A little shocked Robert looked at me and then Shelly said, “don’t worry about him, he’ll be ok with it. Besides, what’s a little kiss between friends?!” The game was now on!!!

Sure enough in the start of the fourth quarter Robert’s team came out and scored first and Shelly gave him the same hot kiss. Still not sure what to make of it Robert seem to just go with the moment and we continued with the small little bets but they now turned sexual. Shelly won a bet and made Robert do a tequila shot and lick the salt off of her boobs. From there progression of sexual bets became more aggressive. I had Shelly do a shot and lick the salt of my nipple, which she did in the most seductive way imaginable. Another bet I had her strip down to her bra and panties. She had a thong on that had a pink lace waste band and a v-back thong. Shelly made sure that Robert got a good look at her ass by shaking it in front of him.

Not wanting to miss out on the fun Robert had Shelly do a shot and lick the salt off his nipple. Things were heating and to help Shelly live her fantasy I decided it was time to move things along in a more direct fashion. Robert had Shelly in her bra and panties sitting on his lap when I went and got some whipped cream from the fridge and returned to the couch. I unzipped my pants and told Shelly to lick it from my cock. As Shelly crawled across the couch to comply with my wish she stopped and look back over her shoulder at Robert. She put two dollops of whipped cream on both of her ass cheeks and said as she lick the cream off of me he was to do the same off her.

Shelly was now in the throws of the mmf ménage trios she had been desiring. I was at one of the end of the couch and she was licking the whipped cream from my cock. Behind her was Robert licking whipped cream from her ass. The fantasy was now a reality and she turned to Robert to now give the same attention to him as she had just done for me. He stood up and she undid his pants. I was surprised to see he was wearing bikini briefs which did little to hold back his erection. Shelly pulled them down and gripped his cock by the base and put the head of his cock into her mouth and Robert gave a loud moan. By this time I had removed Shelly’s thong and as she engulfed Roberts cock in her mouth I began licking the crack of her ass. Shelly’s attention was on his dick but she was well aware of what I was doing. I reached up and rubbed her bald pussy with my fingers and slipped two inside of her causing her to moan. Then I stood up, removed fingers and slipped my cock inter her pussy causing to moan again.

Shelly had me inside of her and Roberts cock in her mouth and I knew she was loving how the fantasy was being played out. She was now ready to switch positions and have Robert inside of her as she had my cock in her mouth. The moment I pulled out of Shelly and she stood up Robert, in the heat of the moment, turned her around, bent her over and slid his dick into her throbbing pussy. The passion by which he acted sent a rush of excitement through me. I was unprepared to feel that exhilaration from seeing her being taken by another man. I wasn’t sure why it moved me the way it did but I was really turned on it. The way Robert had Shelly

positioned forced me to get in front her with one knee on the couch and the other foot on the floor. It was a bit awkward but there I was no way I was going to interrupt their flow. Shelly even noticed how turned I had become and commented that she never seen my dick so hard before. Shelly said to me, “this is as much for you as it is for me.” I didn’t understand what she meant but the one thing that was obvious was we all were enjoying it.

The moment was hot and we were all extremely charged up by this sexual encounter but I could no longer hold my body in this twisted contortion. I pulled away from Shelly and sat on the couch to give me legs and back a rest from my awkward position in front of her. I sat there in the dim lights amazed at how hard my cock was watching Robert fuck Shelly from behind. His hands were holding her hips and pecs were flexing with every thrust of his cock into her pussy. As I watched my gaze lowered to abs and then to his hips. I watch him rock her from behind. I was unaware Shelly was watching me the whole time when she then said again, “this is for you as much as it is for me.” Her comment broke my gaze and the next I knew she was kneeling beside me on the floor rubbing the inside of my thigh. We all took a moment catch our breath.

Shelly said she’s never seen me so turned on before as she reached up and cupped my balls that so large and full of come. She knew it wouldn’t be long before I came.

Shelly took my throbbing dick and began to lick around my swollen head. She slowly took more of it into her mouth and sucked on it. Not to leave Robert out she reached up to take hold of his dick with her left hand. As she sucked on my dick she was stroking his. Shelly then pulled Robert closer so he can lift her head of my dick and begin to suck his. To do this Robert was now standing between my legs with his dick in her mouth and she was stroking my dick. Moments earlier I was watching his hips rock her from behind and now I was watching his dick rock her mouth. Again, not realizing she was watching me she squeezed my dick and said, “I can tell this turns you on.” And then began to suck my dick again. I watched her go down on me and then I looked at Robert. He was standing there with his eyes closed and his head back enjoying Shelly stroking his dick. Her hands wrapped around his dick moving back and forth was all I that I watched.

Robert was standing between by legs being jerked off. Shelly was kneeling by my left leg sucking my dick and I was staring at Robert’s dick. In between taking long sucks up and down my shaft Shelly began talking to me. “Robert has a nice dick, doesn’t he?” She would take another long suck and say, “I know you like to see my saliva all over his hard dick.” She was right, I was extremely turn on by the site of his dick. Shelly began to move back and forth between sucking my dick and his.

Shelly was getting ready to make her move. She made Robert kneel down so she could suck his dick more easily from her position. I was sitting on the couch with my legs spread and Robert was now kneeling in between my legs and Shelly was sucking on both of our dicks when she put the two heads together and put them in her mouth at the same time.

My eyes nearly popped out of my head and I shot up. Robert made a comment. Now was the time she was ready to take control of the situation Shelly Style. She placed her hands on my shoulders and eased back against the couch. At the same time she told Robert that everything was ok and reassured him how turn on I had been to that point. Now Shelly was reassuring me that everything was ok and how turned on she was by how much I was getting turned on. Without realizing it as she was reassuring the both of us she simultaneously placed our dicks next to each other and began rubbing them softly.

I was completely turned on. I have never touched another man’s dick before let alone have it rub against mine. The heat of his dick was felt so good against my dick.

Robert said he was so turned by her rubbing our dicks together that he was going to explode. Shelly quickly took his cock into her mouth and let loose. It was amazing to watch his stomach twitch as he emptied his load into Shelly’s mouth. Shelly pulled away from his cock and immediately dove onto my cock. Her mouth was full of his man juice and now it was spread all over my cock. When she came up for air she grabbed my cock and was now stroking Robert’s jisim up and down cock and all over my balls. She looked up at Robert and told him that my dick is growing even bigger as she rubs his man juice all over me. She then sucked on my cock and mixed his cum with her saliva and I was loving every minute of it. There was not a dry area anywhere near my crotch as she was spreading this mixture all over. Shelly slowly began rubbing around the rim of my ass. This something that she did on a somewhat regular basis occasionally slipping a finger into my ass. The only difference now was she was using another man’s cum as the lube and he was still right between my legs.

I was caught in between the state of shock at what just happened and pure ecstasy that I have never felt before. There was huge rush of exhilaration what was happening. It was combination of things I was familiar with and things I couldn’t believe I was so turned on by. I was unable to act or make any judgments of my own. I was there at Shelly’s will and her determination. Shelly’s finger had now slipped inside my ass and she was searching for my prostrate gland. She took her head off my cock and smiled at Robert as if it were his cue. Robert reached up and took my dick in his hand and began to stroke it. He continued to spread his cum up and down my dick as he leaned forward and kissed my on the lips. He just smiled at me and then began to trace lips down my chest to my nipples. Then he moved down my stomach right to my dick that was in his hands and placed it in his mouth. I now had Robert sucking my dick that was soaked with his cum and Shelly with 3 fingers her fingers also soaked in his cum in my ass. It was completely a surreal moment for me but one that had me on the brink of exploding.

Robert had stop sucking my dick and had his dick right behind Shelly’s fingers. Robert was holding both of my hips and then moved his left hand to the back of my right knee. As Shelly took her fingers out of my ass he then rocked forward and replaced her fingers his dick. My eyes nearly popped out of my head again as I gasped. Not wanting me stop Robert Shelly immediately jumped up to give me a deep kiss at the same time she was holding the back of my left leg to allow Robert to go in further. My legs were spread wide and Robert had his dick deep inside of my ass. At first, he remained motionless to let me get used to his cock inside of me. Then he slow began to pump me with short strokes and then he moved to longer strokes. The same type of strokes I watched him use with Shelly and rocking his balls against my ass. I couldn’t take it anymore. I dick exploded and the cum shot all the way up to my chest. Robert slowly pulled out of me as I just laid there. I was done. I was completely spent.

Shelly bent down to lick my chest clean and then moved to kiss my lips and say,

“this was for you as much as it was for me.” When she leaned back from kissing me I saw that twinkle in her eye and heard her little wicked laugh and knew I had been had. The whole thing was planned from the beginning not for her but for me. It turned out it was all Robert’s idea. Unbeknownst to me he is bisexual and over the months Shelly and I had been dating he made several comments to her about how attracted he was to me. When he told her the idea she was the one to suggest first a dinner and then to just let things happened naturally after that. I thought Robert was the one walking into the situation blind when all along I was the naïve one.

She wanted to me to have a bisexual experience and she wanted to be a part of it.

And she did it “Shelly Style.”

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6:AM 5/1/2019

the storm passed aggressively as chris was engaging in his workout in the fully equpted gym, it was filled with annotated equipment were the robots engage in various muscle stimulus arrangements. His partner, mike was inspecting the outcome of the physical inquest.

“so how did i do ” chis said as he was adjusting his jock, gently squeezing the head behind the cup so mike could not see his throbbing permutation.

” well”mike responded with his deep raspy voice , including a questioned look on his face ,

mike was a well rounded guy, athletic and cut like Chris. They were partners for 3 years and mike secretly had a weak spot for Chris. sometimes in the evaluations mike would slowly nudge his dick agent the desk during the workouts making his legs shake and weaken as his shifted the head of his cock agents the computer as it would slowly peak out of his jock , all he could think about was stretching chris’s tight hole

but was to scared to say anything,

“this has been the second week i have my nano’s activated dude and i really want to talk to you about something” Chris pondered.

“yeah dude “mike yelped as he was shifting behind the desk.

“I’m not trying to weird you out man but every time i get close to you my dick starts to throb bro, and i can’t control it ” Chris respond

but mike was shocked and didn’t know what to say

mike knew that the magnetism from the last dose of inflorad would wirelessly send frequencies to various areas of the brain when they were thinking about the same thing.

as they started to walk down the quiet hall to the locker room, the hole way mike was thinking about slamming Chris up agents the wall and frisking his body slowly, gently pressing his cock agents his hole through the gym shorts nudging it nice and slow as he gently kiss his lips.

“dude i keep getting so hard” shouted chis and i think its because of you

mike grabbed him and rightly started to make out with him , pressing his hard on from the thoughts into actions.

Chris didn’t stop he, it felt so warm agents mike and the way he grabbed him gave him a warm felling in the inside, like he just wanted mike to be in him. every throb mike was pulsating agents his dick made him pre cum even more. then mike slammed him agents the shower. (the sensors turned it on) but they didnt mind getting wet, as the water was dripping over there heads, mike made his way down to chrisis ass. Slowly

rimming his hole as his thumb was nudging the tip of his dick ,

Roaring with overwhelming pleasure Chris lifted his leg , leading mike to go in deeper but mike wanted the tight hole he was licking badly pre cum oozing all over his jock. so he shifted chis on the head of his dick easing his way in side of him while he passionately kissed him on the floor of the shower room.

all mike could think about was ripping though Chris hole for days and it was so tight he had soak Chris’s hole with his pre cum easing every inch he could, teasing his hole with the head of his dick.

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Brody walked his vegetable gardens checking to see what would be ready to pick and haul to the farmer’s market up in Montgomery the next weekend. Everything was still young and it’d be at least the middle of next week before harvesting could begin, but once it did he knew he’d be busy for weeks to come. As he made his way around the field with all the garden plots and headed out he closed the old wood gate and secured the padlock in the chain. He climbed up in his old truck, a twenty year old Chevy that his dad had bought new, one that was still reliable and with its four wheel drive and all-terrain tires, one that could get him to the back of his fields no matter the conditions.

He drove along the narrow two lane highway cutting over the undulating rural countryside, heading back to his house. It was getting near sunset and Brody was thinking he take advantage of his last free weekend he would have for some time to come and head up to Addison, the county seat and grab supper, maybe even go over to Jack’s, the old watering hole that was on the edge of town down by Pine Bluff Creek. He had been driving up to Montgomery to go out, going to a little country bar that catered to just men, men who were looking for men, and he always had a good time whether he hooked up or not. The guys in town always like the fantasy of some country boy and Brody knew he fit the bill. He was twenty six and had come back home after getting his dual degrees in Agronomy and Horticulture where he set up his farm operations, growing vegetables, raising chickens for eggs and meat, and even keeping a few bee hives. He loved working on the land and liked the feel of this more than the current traditional farming, but he had also found himself growing lonely. The men he met in Montgomery, or Mobile or whichever city he decided to drive to for a weekend allowed him the fun of meeting men, of hanging out with other guys who were gay, but the distance always made those connections tentative, most becoming just friends he could meet up with for dinner, movies or just hanging out. What made it worse was how so many of his neighbors in the community, friends and family, constantly tried to hook him up, tried to get him marrying material, not realizing how their gestures were futile. When he got to his house he pulled around to the back and parked the old truck by the carport since he kept the old Grand Wagoneer under it, a vehicle he had always wanted and was the first splurge he had made when his finances allowed it, finding it on-line having to drive all the way to Macon, Georgia to get it, but it was in good shape and had only needed some maintenance.

He ambled into the screen porch and kicked off his boots, went inside and made his way to the bedroom. The hot shower felt good, washing the grim off and easing the tension and tightness in his muscles. He showered leisurely and when he got out he had to wipe the mirror off to see himself. He stood for a moment, looking at the face staring back at him. His mother’s side of the family had Native American blood in it and he could see this in his high cheek bones, the smooth naturally dark skin and his dark hair. He looked at the scruffy beard that tried to come in and decided to shave it off for it made him look younger than his twenty six the way it wouldn’t come in except just a little around his mouth and chin. After his shave he was quickly dressed in clean jeans, black shirt and his black boots. He grabbed his wallet, keys, mobile and was out the door and soon driving down the road in the Grand Wagoneer.

Brody arrived in Addison around eight thirty, late for most people in town to eat, but he knew the small diner in downtown would still be busy with it being Friday night. The restaurant was busy but the bar seating had several empty stools and Brody made his way to them, greeting those whom he knew along the way. As he approached he saw the back of a guy who was well built, his t-shirt stretched tight over his back. Brody looked at how the guy’s shoulders and back tapered down to a narrow waist, he noticed how the guy’s hair was cut close, military close and as he got close he saw the tattoo on the right arm as the guy raised a fork full of food to him mouth. An arm with good definition, the muscles clearly defined under the smooth looking skin. As Brody went to the other end of the bar a waitress met him with a menu asking him for his drink order.

“Just sweet tea” he replied as he sat down and opened the menu to see the day’s specials.

“Well goddamn, if it ain’t Brody Mitchell” a voice from the other end of the bar said, a voice he recognized immediately.

“Mike! I thought you were still in the Navy?” Brody replied as he turned to Mike, who was the guy at the end of the bar, the one he had been eyeing, someone he hadn’t recognized from the way he had filled out, muscled up and now sporting a military cut, such a difference from the lean, long haired guy who was four years his junior. But that was before the tours in the Navy.

“Just got out, and not a moment too soon, I might add. So what are you up to nowadays? I figured you’d finish college and move off to some place far away” Mike said as he turned on the stool to face Brody.

“Nah, I came back and started a small farm.”

“No shit” Mike replied, then after a moment’s hesitation he asked; “So you settled down yet?”

“Oh hell no” and Brody laughed making Mike do the same.

“Shit man, we should catch up sometime. It looks like I have a job over at the plant in Jameson so I’ll be around to stir up trouble” Mike said, smiling.

Brody smiled nodding his head, “Sure, sounds great, give me a call when you get settled in.”

Mike came down and got Brody’s cell number and then excused himself for he was heading over to his sister’s house to see her new kid, telling Brody he’d call. Brody watched Mike walk out of the restaurant, watched the way his broad back moved beneath the tight t-shirt and the way his jeans hugged his ass and moved as he walked. “Goddamn Mike is a hot son of a bitch now” he thought as he turned back to the menu.

By the time he finished his meal, chatting with the waitress and a few others during the night, it was nearly ten o’clock and the restaurant was nearly empty of customers. Brody paid his bill at the register by the door and made his way out to the sidewalk. As he walked toward his Jeep he couldn’t help think how the town became very quiet late at night, there being nothing to do late; no movie theater, no bar or clubs, nothing to keep people downtown. He pulled out of the parking space and headed out of town, heading toward Jack’s knowing it would be in full swing by the time he got there.

The gravel lot around the bar was crowded and Brody could hear the juke box playing some country song as he made his way to the door. He passed Tim and Jessica, whom were classmates in high school, coming out, both already slightly drunk. Inside the dark interior Brody made his way to the bar, cutting around the first pool table where some guys he recognized but didn’t really know were playing. He got a beer and went over to the back wall, a place he could grab a stool and watch what was happening on this Friday night. For over an hour different old friends came over to catch up with Brody, a couple of the women flirted with him, one so forcibly he had to practically tell her to shove off, and he watched the games of pool, the shifting of the crowd from the bar and out to the courtyard area behind the bar that faced the creek. Brody finished his second beer, and wanting one more, headed to the bar. As he leaned on the bar waiting for Jack to slide the beer to him someone came in beside him and he immediately recognized the t-shirt and jeans. Brody looked over at Mike who was smiling at him.

“Funny running into you again, but I guess this is the only decent watering hole in the whole county” Mike said.

“Decent? I’m not sure about that, but I guess it is the place to go” Brody replied as he looked around to make his point. The laughed at their derogatory attitude and Brody called Jack back over and nodded to Mike to order, telling him it was on him.

When Mike got his beer he stood up straight and bumped Brody on the shoulder, “Come on, let’s go outside. Can’t be any hotter out there than it is in here.”

“Lead the way” Brody replied standing up and motioning for Mike to lead. He followed Mike, realizing for the first time how close in height he was to Mike, but Mike was a lot bigger, his shoulder’s broad, his arms thick with muscle. Brody walked over to a picnic table to the side, just out of the lights hanging overhead and climbed up on the table to sit down. Brody hopped up next to him and the two of them sat quiet for a moment, watching the small group that was outside laughing and joking around, occasionally yelling out, and Brody looked over at Mike and saw him smile at the antics. Then they talked; talked about Mike’s two tours of duty, serving in the Navy on board a ship that stayed in the south Pacific, the places he had visited, and how he loved it but after this last tour he just had to get out, feeling like his life was in some manner on hold until he did. Brody told him about college and getting the dual degrees and how he had set up his small farm, the various vegetables, the chickens, and even his own bees, and how he wanted to expand, to take on other things but he’d have to wait on that. Then the conservation turned to women.

“So none of these fine women have gotten you down the aisle” Mike stated.

“Nah, just haven’t found the right person” Brody replied, his voice trailing off.

“My sister tells me you typically go to one of the cities to have your weekend fun.”

“What?! I mean, yeah, I go out of town on weekends a lot, but…” Brody replied, hesitating at how Mike’s sister would know what he does with his free time.

“Oh hell, Brody, you know these small communities have nothing better to do than gossip, besides my sister goes to the same church as your Aunt and Uncle.’

“Oh, Aunt Ellen; I guess she told your sister I was going to the city to worship the devil and sin.”

Mike laughed and slapped Brody on the shoulder, “No but if ya are, can I go next time?” and Brody busted out laughing. They eventually went back inside and after another beer realized it was after one o’clock and the bar was thinning out. Even a pool table became open and Mike got Brody to play. They played casually, talking more than they shot, ignoring all the happenings around them. Mike was winning yet again knocking the eight ball into a corner pocket when they heard Jack yell out to hurry up and finish it was time to close. Brody and Mike carried the tray of balls and their empty bottles to the bar as the last of the other customers went out the door. Jack took the balls and placed them below the bar and then stopped Mike and Brody.

“Hey guys, before you go, can I get you to help me with something?”

“Sure” Mike replied as he grabbed Brody by the arm pulling him back.

“I’ve got a new drink cooler in the back and want to bring it out; can you help me with it? I’ll give each of ya a twenty dollar tab if you help me.”

Mike and Brody helped Jack drag the old cooler from behind the bar and then bring in the newer one from the back stockroom. They helped Jack get it hooked up and loaded up.

“Hey Jack can we get a six pack to go? Brody you’re not ready to call it a night are ya?”

Brody looked at Mike and smiled, shaking his head, “No, I can go a while longer.”

Jack handed them a six pack and told them they could hang out in the courtyard if they wanted, but he was locking up the bar and heading home.

“Thanks Jack” Mike said as he picked the beer and told Brody to follow. They heard Jack lock the door behind them when they went out into the courtyard and soon after heard Jack’s truck start up and leave. The only light was one security light, but the moon was nearly full and its light filtered through the trees breaking up the darkness. Mike handed Brody another beer and sat back, looking up at the moon.

“You know, the moon was incredible out on the open water. It just looked huge” Mike said his voice trailing off. They sat quiet for a moment then Mike leaned forward and looked down at the ground.

“When I left here I have to tell you, I didn’t know shit. I didn’t even know what I wanted. But once I got in the Navy, out on the ship…well…things began to become clear. I was so lonely at first” and he weakly laughed, “a ship with hundreds of people all crammed in a small space, having to share quarters and I was lonely, but after a while I found I wasn’t the only one.”

“Yeah, I think I know what you mean” Brody stated when Mike fell silent.

“Do you?” Mike stated his voice so low Brody could barely hear him. Brody sensed Mike shifting next to him, he seemed to get closer. “We’d been at sea over a month and early one morning, I mean before the sun was up, I had this shit patrol, and doing my rounds, down in some part of the ship most of the crew didn’t know existed, and I ran into a couple of guys. I just watched them…doing things. So for the next couple of weeks, ever couple of days or so, I’d find them down there, hidden away, doing things with each other…things I wanted to do” and Mike reached out and touched Brody on the arm, lightly at first, his fingers tentatively moving over Brody’s skin. “It was incredible. I mean…for the rest of our tour those guys became my closest friends, guys I could relax and be myself, guys who knew how to make each other feel good…ya know?”

Brody looked around at Mike’s hand, looked at the way his fingers were rubbing his skin, the contact electric and he looked up at Mike, into the shadow of his face and he nodded. Mike moved up, sat up next to Brody and leaned over, taking Brody by the chin he pressed his lips to Brody’s, lightly at first, nervously bringing their lips together. Brody didn’t hesitate as he leaned into Mike, wrapping an arm around his broad shoulders, pulling them together.

They became more passionate, more forceful with each other and soon Mike had Brody pushed on his back, his fingers working frantically to undo the buttons of Brody’s shirt. Brody tugged Mike’s t-shirt loose from his jeans, pulled it up till he could get his hands underneath able to feel the firm smooth flesh as he roamed them over Mike’s sides, up his back, feeling the hard muscle, and down to the waist band of his jeans. Mike had Brody’s shirt open and leaned down putting his lips to one then the other nipple, kissing them, tonguing them, even taking the second one between his teeth and nipping it causing Brody to arc up, his moan breaking the silence. Mike kept at Brody, undoing his belt, the button of his jeans, jerking the zipper down as he buried his face into the briefs now visible, his lips pressed down over the expanding cock shaft, snaked along its length as it grew. Mike eased down onto the bench on his knees and he grabbed Brody’s jeans and boxers, tugged them down his legs freeing his cock. Brody liked the way Mike handled him, took charge, stripping his clothes till he could feel the warm night air blow over his exposed body. Mike tugged each boot off, each sock, then completed getting his jeans and briefs off while Brody stroked his cock, slowly, his hand moving up and down as he watched Mike get his clothes off. Mike tossed Brody’s clothes on the table and knocked his hand away, taking his cock, holding it up, the head, wet and glistening in the dim light, flared up thick and round as Mike leaned over and licked it, slowly dragging his tongue over the spongy head and down the exposed shaft above his tight gripping fist. Mike let go of the shaft as he sank his mouth down over it. Brody gasped as his cock sank into Mike’s mouth, and he pushed up with his hips. Mike ran a hand up Brody’s stomach, over his chest, rubbing the skin, warming it, exciting Brody more. Brody leaned up and grabbed Mike’s t-shirt and tugged it upward till Mike had to let go of his cock, allowing him to pull the shirt free. Mike quickly took Brody’s cock back in his mouth as he worked to undo his own jeans and got his own cock in his hand, stroking the inflating shaft, feeling it harden as he sucked Brody.

Brody lay back, lost to the sensation of Mike’s mouth on his cock, the feel of the night air on his naked body, thinking how moments earlier this was a busy bar and now it was their own private sanctuary, a place where they were naked, exposed to each other, feeling each other’s body, and Mike down on his cock, the hot slick mouth making him ache his cock was so hard. Mike released him, stood up and moved to the end of the table.

“Shift around…I want to fuck you” Mike commanded and Brody shifted around holding his legs up, his ass scooted up to the table’s edge, spread open for Mike, ready for him to penetrate him, to plunge his cock into his hole and fuck him. Mike pushed his jeans down to his ankles and moved in quickly, rubbing his cock up and down Brody’s ass, the head of his cock leaving a wet slick trial along its path as Brody held his legs behind each knee. Mike centered on Brody’s hole, pushed against it, teased it till Brody was pushing back, wanting Mike to do it, to put it to him, breach his hole.

“Come on man, do it, do it…fucking stick me” Brody demanded and Mike pressed against his hole, letting his whole body lean into it and his cock breached Brody, penetrated through the tight opening, sank into his depths. Brody threw his head back as he spread his legs as much as he could, his mouth open letting his moans escape. Mike pressed forward, kept pushing till his cock was all the way in Brody, till his hips were against Brody’s ass, their hot bodies tight together, locked together with Mike’s hard cock. Mike eased back a little and pressed back in, over and over and over, till he was pulling almost all the way out, then slamming his hips back forward, shoving his cock deep into Brody. Mike leaned over the table, folding Brody over, his ass raised up slightly higher, his hole in perfect alignment with Mike’s fuck, his thrusting cock, pumping back and forth through Brody’s hot velvet insides, stretching the tight ring of his hole till he could take it easily, each hard thrust, the strength of Mike’s body slamming through this cock.

“Fuck….harder, fuck me harder” Brody whispered as Mike stood back up, held Brody’s legs out as he began to swing his hips as hard and as fast as he could, their bodies slapping together.

“Stroke your cock, come on, stroke it” Mike demanded as he pummeled Brody’s ass, “I want you to come with my cock in your ass…come on mother fucker, stroke it…yeah man like that” Mike voice trailing off as he watched Brody stroke his cock, this hand working the precum over the head and shaft, slicking it up. Mike pulled up tighter to Brody, held his thighs tight to his body, feeling the heat of Brody’s legs against his skin as he felt his cock swell up, the shaft stone hard and he knew he was close.

“Come…come…let me see that cock shoot, mother fucker, shoot goddamn it” Mike ranted, his voice hoarse and broken by this exertions. Brody stroked his slick cock, felt it get rigid in his hand, felt the way Mike’s cock was working through his hole, pushing deep inside him and he felt the need to cum rise up in him. His body tightened up and he arced his torso upward, pushed down with his hips, taking Mike’s cock as he felt his own jerk in his hand. His load was thick, as wad after wad shot out over his neck and upper chest, then a line up his stomach and finally cum just dribbled out of the head for him to smear down the shaft as he kept stroking his cock.

Mike felt Brody’s hole milk his cock as he watched the cum spatter Brody’s neck, chest and stomach, as Brody’s hand was noisily stroking his slimy cock and Mike rose up, shoved in hard and blasted his cum deep in Brody, short hard jerks of his hips kept his ejaculating cock pumping its load into Brody’s hot insides, till Mike was spent, his body suddenly exhausted and he fell over on top of Brody, bringing his lips to Brody’s lips, their bodies coming together, smearing Brody’s load between them. They lay still for a few minutes, eyes closed, their breathing slowly returning to normal, the sound of the insects suddenly noticeable.

Mike got up and pulled his jeans back up as Brody turned on the table, picked up his own clothes and began to get dressed. They dressed completely before either one said anything, before either broke the silence.

“So Mike, you want to come over tonight for dinner. We can watch a movie or something” Brody said, then looked to see how Mike would act after they had fucked around, watched to see if he was one to freak out afterwards. Mike looked at him and smiled.

“Yeah I can come over but only on one condition” Mike replied.

“What’s that?”

“You do me next time.”

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‘Bloody hell!’ Andrew said, grabbing my wrist. ‘James, back up, mate. You don’t know where that goes!’

I didn’t move. The door was intriguing. It was thin, for a door, a black oak finish, and a symbol on the front. It was a metal rose, just the flower and a bit of the stem. One thorn lay on it. It was about 5 inches in length. I was too curious for my own good.

‘Andrew,’ I said, turning to the man I was falling for, ‘I’ve got to see what’s behind this door.’

‘No, James, come on. Let’s just go back to your room and we can have fun like we just did all night. We’ll fuck until dawn breaks and earn our money. Please, don’t do this!’

His offer sounded so tempting, but I just couldn’t.

‘Listen, babe,’ I said after giving him a peck on the cheek. ‘This is nothing bad on you, but if you take me back in there and have your way with me, I’m not going to be able to concentrate. All I will be thinking about is this door and where it might go. I would love you to fuck my brains out, but I want to be mentally present. Does that make sense?’

Andrew looked at me, an adorably cute look. Then, he sighed.

‘I guess I can wait to get you off, as long as you promise that after we check out whatever this is, we come back up here and surrender your tight ass to me for as long as I want.’

‘I can get into that,’ I said, and kissed him on the mouth. ‘Now come on.’

His beautiful eyes caught mine before I turned to look at the door again. I couldn’t help but shiver, thinking of the fun we could have together after this whole thing was solved. I turned the golden handle, and the door creaked open.

A blast of putrid air greeted my nostrils, sending me into a coughing fit. Andrew patted my back and made sure I was alright. After a moment, I was. Braving the moldy stench, I continued down a wooden hallway with bare light bulbs hanging from single wires in the ceiling. The effect was eerie.

I eventually got used to the smell. Both Andrew and I were completely silent as we carefully treaded down the hall, taking caution to look behind us to make sure we weren’t followed. He never let go of my hand.

Suddenly, a set of stairs led down. There was no other way to go. Turning to look at Andrew, he gave me a shrug before I stepped down.

The silence screamed around us. Our footsteps barely made any noise on the hardwood. After what seemed an eternity of shuffling down the stairs, we reached a stone archway. No light lay beyond.

‘Holy shit,’ I whispered to no one in particular.

Beyond the arch was, as far as I could tell, a room.

‘Got a light?’ I asked him, and he reached in his pocket and retrieved a lighter. ‘Thanks, babe,’ I said, flicking it.

Soft light illuminated an office of sorts, with papers and old photos littering the floor. I couldn’t believe it. This fascinating old house had secrets, just like I had always dreamed of!

But, this was hardly the time or the place for those thoughts. Three people had been murdered tonight already, and surely there would be more before the night was over. Moving swiftly toward a desk, the breeze from my walk blew some things off the desk. I hastened to pick them up, and dropped to one knee to reach them. Andrew also began to help; I noticed him step in front of me. When I looked up, I was greeted by a pleasant sight:

Andrew’s ass was hanging out of his jeans as he bent over. My cock immediately sprang to life as I imagined the things I could do to that butt. Before I could help myself, I was reaching out to get a handful of premium man meat.

‘Hey, stud. Remember what you said?’ he half whispered to me. I could hear the grin in his voice.

‘I know what I said, but I can’t ignore such a hot ass. Mind if I have a taste?’

‘Mm, frisky, huh?’ he said, slowly pulling his jeans down around his ankles.

Andrew also had a tattoo on his bubbly backside. Just two words.

“Your name”

I thought it was hilarious…

I softly kissed the tattoo and a few other places on his warm, slightly hairy cheeks, making him shudder, slightly. I held his firm buttocks in my hands, squeezing, feeling, basically trying to memorize how he felt.

Which was amazing, by the way.

As I felt his backside, he slowly began to bend forward, causing his cheeks to open slowly, which in a moment revealed a perfectly pink, round hole. God, it looked amazing. Slowly, I touched it with my finger, making Andrew moan a bit. Then, I couldn’t take the waiting anymore. All of my fears flew away and I dove into that perfect ass face first. My tongue probing deep into the hole.

Andrews cries of pleasure echoed off the stone archway, bouncing back to me and making me feel fantastic. It had been so long since I’d had a beautiful ass, and I was thoroughly enjoying myself. I bobbed in between the ass and his erect cock, tasting some cum left from the encounter in my room.

After several minutes, Andrew forced me to my feet and placed his mouth on mine. His cock brushed the fabric of my jeans, which he pulled down in a swift movement. Our mouths never left each other’s.

‘Fuck me, hard,’ he said.

He didn’t have to tell me twice. I forced him across the desk and shoved my throbbing 8 inches inside of his quivering hole, and both of us cried out.

‘Oh, fuck yes!’ I heard him say, and I continued to thrust harder and harder. Loving the pleasure. Loving his moans and wails. I knew he was loving it as I was.

Too soon, my cock began oozing precum and I knew it wouldn’t be long. I wondered if he wanted my load.

As if reading my mind, Andrew shouted, ‘Don’t you fucking dare pull out!’

He then started taking control with his buttocks. Although I had him splayed across a desk, he forced himself back and forth on my rock hard prick, never missing one of my thrusts, his tight hole squirming and squeezing the tip.

Suddenly, I felt a roaring in my ears and I felt such a release…I splattered Andrew’s insides with a good 20 spurts of jizz.

‘Oh, fuck yeah!’ I shouted as I found myself again. ‘Your ass is incredible!’

‘Don’t cut yourself short, mate,’ he said back, as breathless as I was. ‘With a cock like that you could make me squeal for hours!’

I let my cock return to air and pulled up my jeans as Andrew put his back on. Completely forgetting that we were now in the dark, I flicked the lighter once again and was treated to two sights. One good, one terrifying.

One was the sight of Andrew getting things back into place after our rigorous fuck.

The other made every good feeling I’d just experienced go away. A photo was laying on the floor next to Andrew’s foot.

‘Oh no,’ I said aloud, causing Andrew to look up in worry.

This was a picture I had never wanted to see again in my life.

It was my ex-boyfriend…

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A very sexy young man wearing a skimpy swimsuit was leaning against the wall of the bathhouse I was looking for. His feet were crossed at the ankles in a pose that seemed to exaggerate his bulging crotch. He struck me as a living advertisement of the quick sex for which this bathhouse was noted. I had read about it in my gay guide, which highly recommended going out of one’s way to visit the place, so I wasn’t going to let the chance pass me by during my business trip to the area. I grinned at him as I walked past. He winked back! I paid the small fee, and when I entered the old building, he followed me! This was going to be an exceptional experience, I was certain.

Inside, there was a group of men milling around, giving me the immediate impression of open cruising. Most were young – in the eighteen- to twenty-five-year-old age range – in various stages of undress, some naked, some wrapped in short towels, some in jockstraps, and some in swimsuits. A few of the men were about my age – late twenties to early thirties. Even fewer were older. Most seemed to know one another, from the easy, playful, open banter that gave the place an air of both relaxed cordiality and heightened sexuality.

I stripped down, feeling a little nervous from being in a new place and a little self-conscious from all the bold stares I was getting, yet rightfully proud of my well-developed body. I put my clothes in one of the lockers lining the walls, wrapped my naked frame in a towel, and planned to take a shower before putting on my swimsuit. But, as I entered the bathroom, I saw that sexy young man, again, standing in front of an open toilet booth. He grinned at me and entered the booth, motioning me with a tilt of his head to take the empty booth next his, and grabbing his crotch in an obvious invitation as he slowly closed the door. I am not one to turn down this kind of invitation!

The booth I entered was exactly what I had come to expect in a busy, erotic place like this. Immediately, I was struck by the quality of the graphic sexual art on the walls. My gut churned when I spotted a large glory hole in each sidewall. I flipped my towel onto a hook on the back of the door, fluffed my cockhair, skinned back my growing erection, turned slowly so anyone watching could get a good look, and then sat down on the commode. As I did, I saw his eye pulling back from his glory hole. I looked through. He was standing there, almost leaning against the far wall, so I got a good look at him. He ran a palm over his chest, pressing the large hard nipples, and then slid the hand down to his swimsuit. He very slowly slipped his fingers inside the flimsy garment. I could see that he was touching himself.

“Wow!” I whispered into the glory hole.

He grinned. Then, with both hands he slowly slid the suit down, first exposing a thick bush of dark cockhair, then the base of a wide cock, and then slowly exposing that cock, which was surprisingly long! Big balls bulged behind the large cock. Finally, he let the suit drop to the floor. He stepped out of it, lifted it with his foot, grabbed it and flipped it onto the hook. It was a stimulating maneuver. He was putting on a private show for my benefit. I loved it!

He grabbed his cock as it grew and he shook it at me. “Want some?” he asked in a low, tense voice. The cock quickly rose to full attention.

“Oh, man! I really do!” I confirmed. As he slowly moved towards the hole, I added, “Feed it to me!”

“Yeah! Take it!” he sighed as he slipped the stiff tool into the hole.

I’ve always loved watching cocks come through walls at me, and this one was especially thrilling. Its size, coloration and odors were perfection. His big balls, which were up tight at the base, came through the large hole too. I knew he’d be a great partner.

I only leaned in to take the pulsating cock into my mouth once it was fully through the hole and he was pressed against the wall. “Take it!” he repeated in a husky whisper. The plea was music to my ears. The helmet-shaped glans slipped easily between my eager lips and I sucked it in. It filled my mouth! This was a big cock! I loved it! I began giving it my very best effort and technique. His pre-cum tasted rich and salty. This guy knew what he was doing and what he wanted as we very quickly fell into a rhythm of thrusting and parrying. He slowly forced the entire weapon down my throat! I love sucking cock!

“Fuck! You suck a mean dick, man!” he suddenly blurted out. “I feel your lips at my balls, I’m in so deep. You really know how to suck cock!” His husky voice was unrestrained in his enthusiasm. Anyone in the room could hear him. They could also hear him start to pound into the wooden partition with his whole body as he pumped cock into me, slamming again and again and again against the wood in an effort to get every bit of his meat into me. “Oh! Man! This is great!” he began to repeat over and over.

I was delighted with him. He had a wonderfully large cock, a strong body to drive it home with, an enthusiastic attitude, and a nice loud voice to advertise his pleasure and my talent. As he joyously fucked my face, I came to the realization that he was not one of those innocent boys who rarely meets a cocksucker and comes quickly. No, in this place, I’m sure he came often. He seemed to know how to get the most out of his pleasures. This was a blowjob that would last!

But I’m too good to allow it to last all afternoon. I brought him to near orgasm several times, only to ease off and let him regroup his assault. Finally, though, I was unrelenting and there was nothing he could do about it – except ejaculate! And he exploded both orgasmicly and vocally, spurting strong volleys into me as he called out loudly the fact that “I’m cumming! Here’s my load, man! Take it! Take it deep! Take it all!” I swallowed a very big spurting load, spurt after spurt after spurt!

When he was finished he sat down. I looked in and he grinned at me, saying, “Man, that was the best blowjob I’ve ever had! I figured you might be fun when I saw you, but I never expected you’d be so good! Thanks.” After I said, “Any time!” he pulled on his swimsuit and left. I turned and a big, stiff cock was standing through the other glory hole!

The second cock slipped in easily – cum is such a good lubricant – and I worked with the guy until he shot a great load. When he had noisily sighed, “God, enough! Man! That was great!” and had pumped out every bit of his juice, I released him. But he kept his cock planted in the hole, throbbing and shiny. I moved away. I knew he was showing off his cock to the guy already looking in through the other glory hole. Then, just as he began to withdraw, the other guy starts to shove his cock through to me. That’s how the entire afternoon went. One cock after another. Suck. Turn. Suck. Turn. Suck… And, you know, I never tired of it. It was one of the most exciting afternoons of my life. A few came quickly. Most did not. And none came quietly! They liked to publicize their orgasms.

The first was followed by 62 cocks that afternoon! I had seen maybe 20 or 25 men when I had entered but I sucked 63 cocks before I left! I’m sure some of them came back for seconds, or thirds, or maybe even fourths, but the total was 63! I credit the first young man for helping me attain such a success because he alerted the rest of them to the fact that here was a cocksucker who did it right! Quality, in any field of endeavor, brings ’em in!

In all, it took almost six hours of practically constant cocksucking. I entered the booth at 1:30 PM and was finished at close to 7:30 PM. I say “finished” because I was satisfied I had done a good job and I wanted to go for a swim before it got dark. I had announced that this was “the last one” so no one else was waiting.

When I left the booth, wrapping myself in the towel, the first guy, who I found extremely attractive, was waiting for me, leaning against the entrance to the showers, looking like he’d been waiting there all afternoon, for all I could tell. He grinned at me in greeting.

I grinned back.

“I’m Pete,” he said, offering his hand.

“Jack,” I said, returning his firm grip as we shook hands. He was very friendly.

“I’m gonna shower,” I told him.

“Me, too,” he said with a leer.

“Have you been waiting here all this time?” I asked.

“Mostly,” he answered, as we both stripped and put our things on hooks, then moving together into the shower room. “I’m fascinated by your ability to handle so much cock, man. I wanted to talk to you. Get to know you, some.”

I nodded, starting a shower. He started one right next to me. There were about four other bathers in the room, which could hold forty.

“Did you come?” he wanted to know.

“Sure, a couple of times; this whole experience was really thrilling,” I explained with a grin.

“It doesn’t LOOK like you came,” he said pointedly, looking boldly at my crotch.

“It doesn’t look like you came, either,” I rejoined, “and I know you did!”

“Yeah, three times!” he admitted.

“I thought that was your cock I was sucking a couple more times,” I said with a smile. He nodded, grinning with pride. “You’re a sexy guy,” I told him.

“You, too!” he responded.

“Do you come here often?” I asked.

“Yeah, in the summer, like this, pretty often,” he admitted.

“And ‘cum’ I take it,” I said with a grin, emphasizing the word “cum” with a sexy twist.

“Yeah, this is a place where you can have a lot of fun!” He gave me a big smile, clearly indicating that he was one hot, sexy dude who loved sex.

We were facing each other as we lathered up and went through the motions of bathing, spending lots of time and effort on our crotches, enjoying the talk and the intimacy of being naked, close, and partially aroused.

“What do you like to do best?” I asked holding my breath,

He turned to profile his body for me, shifting his hips and clearly calling my attention to his fine, muscular ass. “Being fucked, man,” he hissed erotically while running a hand over his incredible asscheek invitingly.

“Whoa! Look at you stiffen up! I think you like the idea of fucking my ass,” he sighed, adding, “and I know I do, too!” He could not have sounded more sincere.

He took some frothy soap from the wall dispenser, turned his ass towards me while looking me in the eye and spread the soap deeply in between those muscular globes.

“Ya wanna do it here? Right here?” I asked in surprise.

“It’s a great place to do it,” he said calmly, “and some of the guys will probably want to watch. You’re not shy, now, are you, Jack?” he asked with an innocent expression on his face. It made him seem particularly lewd and attractive!

My hard cock led the way as I moved toward him. He backed up into me and poked his ass onto my erection in a breathtakingly erotic connection. As my amazingly stiff cock slid right into him, I realized that this kid had been fucked before! But with obvious experience, he began well-practiced fucking motions, pulling me in, shifting, rotating, and riding my big pole like a fuck artist. His physical enjoyment was evident, but his vocal expressions of that enjoyment drew a crowd of very horny guys.

At first I was concerned that things might get out of hand, but it quickly became obvious that these sexually excited fellows had been involved in these games before. There was a friendly attitude amongst them and a gentlemanly manner as they formed a circle around Pete and me, drawing us away from the showers and into the center of the large room.

I watched as a blond, muscular surfer-type leaned over and sucked Pete’s hard cock into his mouth, and then was surprised as he wiggled his ass in an offer quickly taken up by a redheaded guy with a large erection, which was quickly inserted into the blond guy’s ass.

The redhead looked over Pete’s shoulder to grin at me, eyes flashing his enjoyment. I gave him a big smile and then looked around. A surprisingly large number of men had formed a big circle jerk around us and most were jacking eagerly, while some were leaning over or squatting to suck the cocks of those who let them do it. Apparently no one wanted to kneel on the wet cement floor.

Men kept joining in. Now I’ve been in a few circle jerks but this was the largest circle jerk I’ve ever seen and it was rather quickly formed.

“This is a huge circle jerk,” I sighed excitedly to the guy fucking Pete’s blond cocksucker. He laughed and said it happens every day, adding “about this time, too.” When I shot him a questioning look, he explained, “It usually starts when someone lets himself get fucked publicly in these showers.”

“Yeah,” one of the jackers agreed, “but I wanna slip it to you, man. Your bubble-ass looks like it’s starving for some hot cock, too!” So he stepped behind me and slipped a lube-leaking cock in between my cheeks. Well, getting fucked while fucking ass is one of my life’s most intensively memorable pleasures. This guy knew what he was doing and did it right! He whispered, “Man, you are tight and hot. You can give a fuck, but you really know how to take a fuck! This is great!” He was pumping diligently. I loved it.

The lusty, lengthy levels of power driven sex lifted me to orgasmic heights. “I’m gonna cum,” I warned Pete. He immediately announced, “Me, too, Dude, but after a spurt or two, pull out and show the group your cum shots so they know you’re not faking it.”

“Yeah,” several of the jackers agreed, with one adding, “take it out and show me, Fucker, and I’ll cum with you! I’m right there!” There was an urgent note in his voice.

My orgasm raced throughout my body, sending a flood of cum into Pete. I could actually feel Pete’s initial spurts burst out. We both pulled out. I turned to my right spurting sperm into the crown as Pete turned left and spurted out to that side of the circle. After a spurt or to into my ass, the guy pulled out and added his semen to the group of jackers, who were now coming all over the place. The redhead pulled out of Pete’s cocksucker, who stood up, and both added their man-juice to the sperm flying everywhere. Every jacker seemed to be shooting sperm back at us – we got drenched in the flood of heavily scented, hot cum! It was phenomenal!

We all seemed to be slathering jizz all over ourselves, but I was scooping up what I could and slurping it off my hands. You know that I love sucking cock, but I adore drinking hot cum!

Finally, Pete and I went together to a showerhead and cleaned up as the other guys did the same, sharing showers to handle the crowd. It was almost ritualistic in its effect. Men showering together, washing each other’s back and ass, balls and cocks, with complete pleasure.

Afterwards, Pete and I dressed and went out to eat at a nearby restaurant. Then he invited me to stay at his apartment for the weekend. It turned out that he had a large group of sexy friends who loved lots of sex. We ended up on Sunday afternoon back in the bathhouse until well after dark! It was an extremely memorable weekend!

I woke up to a struggle, two butt naked men fighting for power on my laminate floor! Rick was brawling with Lenard on the ground, Lenard beneath Rick. “You didn’t tell me you had this hot piece of ass on your sofa last night!” Rick gritted through his teeth as he tried to force Lenard’s hands, locked into his own, to the floor. “Fuck you!” Lenard balled! Continuously trying to throw him off, but Ricardo had straddled him and had impeccable balance. Oh god! Last night! “It was incredible.” My thoughts became audible. “I know.” Rick spat back understanding what I meant.

“Now help me!” Both men barked in similar words. I didn’t know what to do, neither had the upper hand. Yeah Rick was on top but for how long? Lenard was by far stronger. Ricardo must have attacked him while he was asleep. “Get him off me! What the fuck is going on?!” I heard. Then “grab the cuffs, get him around the table!” Followed by “who is this freak?!” Finished with “hurry!”

I didn’t know what to do! I looked around the room for something to pry the pair apart with. Nothing! If I pulled Rick off I didn’t know how the muscle man Lenard would react. But if I got Lenard away… Yes I knew Rick better, I took a second look. Got them.

I ran around the other side of the wrestle. Rick cottoned on and pushed with all his might, angling Lenard’s tremendous arms. Click. Click. I’d cuffed him to the coffee table. “Whaa! Jack! What the?!… Rick punched him in the stomach. “Shut up!” Rick ordered. Lenard tensed his furry abs as another punch hit home. “Jack grab some rope. And trust me you’re doing the right thing. This dude is going to have the time of his life!” Rick beamed with glee. Lenard on the other hand, not so much.

I returned moments later to see Rick still battering Lenard’s hardy body, red marks forming on his pecs and abs. Lenard hurled abuse and grunted. I passed the rope to Rick.

Rick bound Lenard’s franticly shaking arms. Lenard was swearing and cursing. And his body hair was dampening due to perspiration. “Shh, shit! You bastards!” His breathing was erratic. Rick tied the rope so Lenard’s arms were close enough to prevent escape but had a great enough distance so he could be un cuffed. More cursing from the naked giant.

This was crazy! After just one night we have this purely masculine. Naked! Hunk, I’ll take some credit for getting him nude, bound to the table in my house! What the hell?! This was FUCKING incredible!

The hottie had a gentle, but currently angered and scared, face that was a mix of red and pink. The rest of him was a creamy pale. Then he had a thick neck, extraordinary broad shoulders and bulging thick arms, viens clearly visible along the biceps. This was coupled with an amazing torso, big furry abs, not as wide as Ricardo’s but more prominent as they bulged out further. And a well defined eight pack also covered in sweaty, matter hair. He had small but tall pink nipples that poked out downwards because of his muscular chest. To add to this mass of muscle was his pair or tree trunk thick legs, with powerful thighs and calves. These area’s were also very developed in the hairy department. Finally were his more personal area’s. His pits were overflowing with hair, either stocking out in random directions or matted into a mass of hair. And his dick. So thick and meaty. It was literally like a German sausage, same length and width, but I bet it was tastier. Then were his drooping balls, so big and hairy, like a sack of oranges. And all of this sprouting out from a mess of sweaty pubic hair!

Rick walked me out of the room. “Right.” He whispered. “First we get him up into the bedroom then we tie him to the end of bed. Then… You get the idea.” His voice had a smug tone. I nodded, primarily in agreement but with an underlying emotion of glee, sexual drive and a hint of morality. This wasn’t right at the moment but in reflection it’d be fine. I hoped…

We reentered the room. On a mission. Rick gave me a final affirming look, then un cuffed our sexual prisoner. “Fuck you assholes! You planned this the second I arrived didn’t you! You devious little shits!” He balled with a few more swear words. Ironically, because of his foul mouthing, Rick grasped Lenard’s large dangling balls tightly, “Shut the hell up!” He glared with a clenched jaw. “One! Just one more word from you and you will experience so much pain even I’ll pity you!” Rick threatened. Everyone paused for a second. Then Rick released Len’s sizeable testicles, and gripped his bicep,dragging the man up. His for arms bound closely to the elbow. Once we’d raised the hunk to his feet I gripped his sturdy shoulders, knowing I could slow his escape if necessary.

And it was! As we got to the stairwell our captured stud swung his body, trying to free himself from my grip. While trying to smash Ricardo in the face with his bound arms. But, Rick was smart. He meant back then grasped Lenard’s bollucks. Giving them a warning squeeze. And a painful one at that. Lenard pulled back a little but I pushed against him, plus he didn’t want to add to the pain of his balls. While wincing, biting through the pain and dancing like he was standing on hot coals.

“You’re going to behave. No more stunts!” Rick barked a second order. While bouncing from pain Len forced a nod in reply. Rick then dragged him up the stairs. With me following closely. We walked him into the spare bedroom. The one with the metal framed bunk bed, a double bed on the bottom, and cyan blue carpet. It had cream walls, a small wooden wardrobe, at the far end of the room, and chest of draws. At the end of the bed, closest to the oak wood door that matched the furniture of the room. The roof was on a slant, the bed on the tallest side, the right. With a small desk and a group of bean bag chairs on the other. There was nothing in here to signify Lenard’s stay. Apart from the window in the slanted roof, the other was at the far side of the room, that had been opened. I never left a window open in a unused room. We pushed Len into the room. And cuffed him once again but to the end of the bed that had a large and elaborate frame. He put up a struggle before he got writ strained but we beat him again. He tried to pull away but Rick grabbed his balls. He continued to pull so I bear hugged him from behind and dragged him further back, putting him in more pain. He must have known it was his last chance at escape.

It was quite useful really. Next to the door, fixed to the wall was an enormous full length mirror. Directly opposite the bed, and where Len was bound. He was bound sat down, legs out straight and arms stretched up above him. Then cuffed to a decorative bar on the bed.

Rick and I stood back, his arm around my shoulder, looking down at our handiwork. Rick looked at me, with the expression that read ‘you go first’. I crouched and lent in. Lenard opened his mouth ready to protest. But closed it once again after remembering his vulnerability. I was down on one knee, my target shuffled in anticipation. After surveying his glorious body I made my move. I lent in, kissing and biting his right nipple, while running my one had along his abs, the other along his chest above my mouth. Lenard grunted and shivered in discomfort. Rick then moved in on the other nipple, also doing the same as me with the rest of his body. It was glorious! I could taste the sweat as it beaded on the end of his black body hairs. His nipple wad great for biting and running my tounge along and around. The nipples themselves had gotten erect making them protrude further from his firm pecs. Len was wincing through the ordeal, Rick slapped directly between as well as across both furry pecs. Lenard grunted. Rick pulled away for a second. “Nothing good to say?! Then don’t fucking speak!” Rick balled. Lenard stayed silent.

I then pulled back squeezing Lenard’s massive thigh. With both hands. It was insanely muscular and strong. For a moment Lenard pulled back, but then sat still knowing there was no way out. Then Rick followed my lead. He reached down and lifted Lenard’s tree trunk thick legs, he ran his hand up and down them in the most sexual way possible. “Now Lenard, my masculine, sweaty friend don’t you want to beg for our touch and moan out when we give it to you?” Ricardo asked in a almost rhetorical tone. Lenard paused. Pondering on an answer. All the while I was massaging his thigh, causing him to figit a little every now and then. “Go fuck yourself!” Lenard sarcastically responded. Rick was taken aback. While in this temporary state of shock Lenard brought his free leg at the time and kicked Rick with formidable force. Right in the chest. Rick staggered back. Lenses began violently thrashing and shaking to break free from his binds, whaling curses and swear words while trying to throw me off his hairy leg. Rick, the foreign sexual treasure, growled in pain and rage. “Right you fucking shit!” Rick dived forward and grasped Lenard’s balls with force. Rick was pissed off. Lenard was thrashing and screaming “fuck off!” and “get off my balls!” and things along that sort of line. He tried to close his legs but Rick didn’t release. “Rick!” I cried. Rick looked at me, I crouched down beside him as he held the muscular, hairy, giants balls. “Do something as effective but not as painful.” I planted the idea inside his head. Rick walked out the room. A few minutes later ge returned. Lenard had took the time to try and plead with me for his release I had just cupped his balls and jiggled them a little. Giving them a hurtful ache as they had became sensitive from the squeeze. So he continued to thrash and cry out for his release, but still finding room to insult Rick and I.

Rick returned, one hand behind his back, using both mine and one of his hands, the pair of us wrestled with Lenard’s leg. Raising the leg he’d used to kick Rick high, and cuffing it to the bottom the the top bunk bed. It wasn’t easy, we firstly had to contend with his thrashing, which we couldn’t stop because all hands were busy. Then his weight as to do it we had to lift him slightly off the ground. It looked really uncomfortable. But it was perfect. It reduced the amount he could move while showing off his tight and muscular ass. Trust me it was muscular, from all the cycling he did when he was younger I presume, and his crack was lost under a matt of thick black hair that accumulated along the crack. His free leg wound raise and wave, but would soon tire as it benefited no one. So would fall limp once again. Ricardo reached up, his buff body taking a leaner pose, then gripped Lenard’s ankle. He slid his hand up, resting his fingers on Lenard’s sole. Then let rip! “Bahahahaha, ha ha ha, P P P P pl ple please! Please! Haha haha.” Lenard’s screamed as his bound foot was tickled mercilessly. “F, f,f haha, fu, hahahaha, fuck! Fuck! Ahaha, ha ha ha, ha, ha, ha!” He continued to scream. Lenard tried to flail but was thwarted by his binds and awkward position. “Phahaha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haha, haha! Oh, haha, ha, my, haha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, God, hahahahaha!” Len called out. Tears running from his eyes and sweat dripping. I took this time to enjoy the hot giant as he was tickled relentlessly. I cupped his still sensitive balls with one hand, and rubbed the thumb of my over and across his bellend that the foreskin didn’t quite fully envelope. “Hahaha, s, s, s, s…” Before Len could finish Rick stopped. “Now bitch, have you leant your lesson?” Rick asked. Lenard shuffled uncomfortably trying to free his enticing genitals from my hands. “Yes.”

“Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, ha, ha, w, w, w, ha, wh, wh, haha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha wha, what? Wh, haha, ha, what did, ha haha ha, I do?” Lenard’s words were split by laughter. “Prove it!” Rick stated not diverting his concentration from Lenard’s large bound foot. “Phahahaha, do what every you want to me guys!” Lenard’s words flew out of his mouth. Rick didn’t stop. Lenard realized he needed to do better. “Bahahaha, m,m haha, masters, do, do what you want to my body, its all yours.” Lenard descended into laughter as he waited for a reaction. “G, g, hahaha, go on Jack. Play with my, ha, ha, ha, ha, balls. I want to taste your cocks. Ha ha ha ha go on my ass is open. You hahaha own me!” With those words the tickle torture stopped.

Rick now ran his hands along Lenard’s leg. “Don’t stop.” Rick advised. “That’s it, enjoy my privates, masters I hope you enjoy my body. Do with it as you wish…” Lenard continued to babble. It was hot, just like the man saying it.

Rick then suggested I get the camera, use recordings we could film now as blackmail. I streaked through the back garden. Grabbed his camera then made my way back up the stairs.

I heard a shrill scream. I charged back into the room to a insane sight. “Guess what. He has done this before.” Rick informed. Lenard still screaming. Rick had released Lenard’s bound foot and his hand was completely lost up Lenard’s anus! I was gob smacked. It was completely inside of him! “Quick get over here and shut him up.” I ran over without thinking! And I came up with the perfect way to stop the cries. I ran the back of each forefinger along the inside of his now sweaty, hairy pits. “P, ha, ha ha ha, hahahaha, ha, ha, hahaha, ha ha!” A mixture of laughing and “Haha, s, s, st, sto, haha, ha, ha ha ha. Stop! Ha ha ha, ha, hahahaha!” orders to stop. I continued to tickle his pits as he thrashed and wailed. “Hahaha, st, st, sto, stop, hahahaha, stop!” He screamed the last word then descended back into laughter. His head was swinging side to side, being thrown left and right. As he so desperately tried to stop himself from laughing and trying to encourage me to free him. “St,t,t sto, stoppp! My, m, my assssssss!” He groaned as he tried to protest and escape his anal probing! How on God’s Earth was he that loose?! He tried to raise himself off the floor but Rick swiped both his legs out from beneath him with his free arm and one leg. Lenard fell, feeling more of the intensity from Rick’s fist. “Whaaa, ahahaha, ha, ha, ha, ha!” Every cry Lenard made soon defended into laughter. His armpits were exceptionally sweaty. I felt it drip onto my fingers as they ran along his pale hairy pits.

Rick pulled out his balled fist. From what I had seen he hadn’t worked it round or anything. Isn’t that what your supposed to do? I’ve never really done the kinky shit until I got with Rick. “You got anything to say?” Rick asked. I continued to tickle Lenard. “Ye, ahahaha, yeah! B, b, hahahaha, but stop tickling me!” Lenard rushed his words. I looked at Lenard, eyes tearing from laughter. Then at Rick. Then stopped. I didn’t take me hands away but I stopped. Rick looked at Lenard. “Umm,” “You best not fuck your dirty talk up!” Rick threatened. “Yeah, yeah, umm… Bahahahahaha!” I continued to tickle the helpless hunk. “No,no, hahahaha, no, ha, ha, ha, ha! Fist, haha, my ass!” He spat his words between laughter. I stopped. “Fist my ass, do what you want, yeah. You own me…” I cut him off by kissing his stubble coated cheek while twisting his nipples. He squirmed a little, then continued. “Yeah, that’s it!” But I silenced him a second time by diving in mouth to mouth, tongues and everything! He returned it, reluctantly. Presumably to avoid anymore tickling. I continued to snog our captive while twisting and tweaking his erect red nipples. I groaned, he mimicked. That’s it! I couldn’t hold back any longer! My pulsating cock released its creamy hot juices over Lenard’s admirable eight pack! I cried out in ecstasy! Rick chuckled, “Show us your cum dump.” I moved my head creating a line of sight between Lenard and Ricardo. Lenard was confused. So Rick lifted Lens legs. Len understood. He, shamefully, raised his legs and lower back, showing off his exquisite ass. Rick then cuffed the same foot as before to the bed above, preventing any escape from this position.

While Rick checked out Lenard’s hairy firm ass I wiped the remainder of cum off my bellend and onto Lenard’s lips. “Swallow.” I smugly ordered. Lenard’s slowly licked his lips. Then brought his tongue back inside his mouth, swallowing it. With a remorseful gulp. I couldn’t help but smile.

That’s when Rick moved in. He began slapping Lenard’s vulnerable ass then rubbing his thumbs around and along the hairy crack. Then repeating the process. I on the other hand lay on the double bed, my head beside Lenard’s. I reached forward and slapped and punched his pecs and abs. Causing him to grunt, wince and writhe. Also every now and then my hand would land in the pool of dripping cum. So I would wipe it on Lenard’s lips and he would be forced to lap it up. We kept doing this, causing Lenard’s muscular torso to become plastered with red marks and his ass to ache. Lenard continued to squirm. But what I didn’t realize was one of Rick’s hands was tossing off Lenard. But he wasn’t getting hard, well only a little.

Rick and I had a mutual agreement. I tickled Lenard’s underarms ferociously, while Rick tossed him off and barked. “Now stop resisting! Just let yourself cum!” Lenard was crying out with laughter.

That’s when I watched in delight. Lenard’s enormous monster cock grow to an massive size, so it would take two hands to wank. Then his sweat, salty, sticky cum spewed over his body, our faces and all of Rick. It was incredible. Three hot sweaty bodies, blessed with this heavenly juice. “Your so busted!” I smiled as Lenard’s eyes followed to where I was pointing, then widened in disbelief. The camera!

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He squeezed me very hard pulling be back to him. I winced from the pain and I knew it was to show me his strength. I was now scared and nervous beyond belief. I knew there was no going back or getting out of this. What would happen if I ran? Would it make him mad beyond belief? He could beat me senseless if he wanted too, I wouldn’t stand a chance. I really began to realize I was going to get fucked by this man and it was going to hurt and I had to take it.

I again felt something large pushing against my hole and knew it was his cock head.

“Your gonna give me that hole sooner or later. You can run all you want, but it will be mine and I don’t wanna have to hold you down and make it hurt worse so you need to take like this understand boy?” I nodded my head yes, preparing my self to take his cock.

“Good boy, it will hurt a lot less on your knees where you can move around a little. It’s gonna hurt bad if I gotta force it in on top of you.

But we both know you want it, you want to feel a cock in you, you’ve loved stuff in that hole forever. You’ve secretly dreamed of being fucked like a little girl and now you get to. Feel my cock head pushing? Now you get to feel a real cock go inside you.”

I felt my hole stretch wide as he pushed his massive mushroom head inside me. A jolt of pain and excitement and fear shot through my entire body. I tried not to move and he held his cock still letting me relax and stretch around him. The pain was bearable and the longer I sit there thr better it felt. Feeling his hand squeezing on my shoulder and one on my hip turned me on. He felt so powerful behind me.

“Oh that hole is so fuckin tight. Let it stretch boy around it boy and relax. I want my cock inside you bad. That shit is gonna feel so fuckin hot and tight.”

Finally he started pulling me towards him slowly pushing more of his cock into me. After an inch or two in he pulled it back out leaving the head in. He slowly worked it in and out inch by inch. I could feel my hole being stretched more and more as it took his thick cock that got thicker and thicker at the base. My entire body was in a state euphoria now. The slow rythmic feel his cock taking me for the first time was unreal, and as the last bit pushed in, he held me there in place. I was now completely filled by him, and could feel his cock head pressed against an inner wall deep inside.

“Look up boy. Pull your head up and open your eyes”. He said this as he grabbed my hair liking up my head, and I looked in the morrow. The entire bed room wall was mirrored.

“Do you see that boy? Do you see yourself? I want you to watch this. Look at you on your hands and knees letting another man fuck you. Look at yourself with a cock inside you. Do you see what you are now? Does a real man let another man fuck him? No they don’t, never. See you aren’t a real man are you boy? Nope, I know exactly what you are, your a little sissy faggot. That’s right boy, look at yourself. You are a little sissy faggot taking cock. You’re gonna watch every single minute as I fuck you. You are gonna see what you are and what your good for.”

I stared into the mirror looking at the sight in front if me. He looked so huge and powerful behind me holding me to him. I looked pathetic, on my hands and knees, knowing I was filed with his cock too. He was right and deep down I knew it. I Liked being like this, being underneath a real man. I wanted him to use me.

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“Are you sure? You don’t have to go through with this.”

But, who was I kidding. Julio’s choices had been shut down that first night-the night I’d found him supposedly by chance, but with chance having nothing to do about it. He’d been had even before I approached him at the Noobai Café, the discreet little gay hookup bar in the Restele district of Lisbon, not far from the Cuban consulate.

“I’ve done what you told me to do, Frank,” Julio said. He was looking as much like the innocent and the deer in the headlights here on the street in Restauradores Square at the Pirata open-air café as he had that first night when he realized I was going to fuck him. “I have it all on a couple of CDs. It’s in the hotel room you said I should book across the street.”

I looked up at the façade of the Hotel VIP Executive Suite Eden as Julio gestured across the street. As I did so, I noticed two pair of eyes at a nearby table involuntarily follow Julio’s gesture and my line of sight. Ours or theirs? They could be almost anything. American, Canadian, Cuban, Russian even. Not Chinese, though. Thank god for little favors. The Chinese were all over Lisbon with their ferreting. It was a gold mine. They understood that better than most.

I had a brief vision of nervous, luscious little Julio, all delicate beauty and noticeably dark skin, flashing dark eyes, and that curly black hair cascading around his face, standing at the desk of that expensive hotel and making reservations. I should have told him to check into a fleabag. So much of this had gone wrong. And so much was my fault.

“Get him to bring it to a hotel room, not the apartment,” Peter, my handler, had said. “The safe house will not do for this. Meeting at a nearby café and casing it beforehand would be the best. You can have drinks-iced coffee or something-ordered from there to take up to the room.”

That’s when Peter had told me why we should have a drink-something that would cover the taste.

“Is that necessary, Peter?” I’d asked, shocked that it was coming to this. “He’s just an innocent young man. Raw at the job. Isn’t it enough that the Cubans will find him out?”

“You’re our asset, Chaz,” Peter had said-the name I’d given Julio of course not being my real name. Chaz wasn’t my real name either, for that matter, any more than Peter was the name of the man giving me these horrifying instructions. “You’re the one we must protect. You’re a Canadian importer of Portuguese Vinho Verde wine here, making excellent local contacts. You are too valuable to us in this role. He must not be able to identify you.”

“But he’s barely grown,” I said again-nonsensically, as I knew that wouldn’t do a bit of good. But it meant something to me. It meant a whole lot to me. I’d never felt this way before in doing the job I had to do.

He’d been so shy and vulnerable-and, yes, I had to admit it, desirable-when I had pulled in beside him at the bar that first time. He obviously had only now worked up the courage to come to a gay bar, starved for the attention he needed and frightened silly by the risk he was taking, by the choice he was making just by being there.

It had taken three drinks to calm him enough that I could put my hand on his thigh and lean over and whisper into his ear what I could do for him. He trembled and his nostrils were flaring like that of a skittish thoroughbred race horse.

He had cried quietly when I covered his body and fucked him on the bed in the safe house apartment. I lay fully sheltering him under my body, as he shuddered and writhed. I kissed him in the hollow of his neck and whispered to him how wonderful his body was and how much it meant to me that he’d given himself to me, as I let my fingers stroke his scalp through his luxurious black curls.

He had been fucked before-years before he had entered the Cuban foreign service as a lowly code clerk-but it obviously had all been furtive and by young men who were no more experienced than he was. I was his first real man, the first man who knew how to work his body, how to give and take suck, what nipple play could arouse, how to play his channel with the cock.

“It is his inexperience and vulnerability-and the very reason that he is a lowly code clerk on his first assignment-that we chose him,” Peter had told me. “These third world countries will never learn. They give the least training and preparation to the employees who have the greatest access to their secrets-the clerks who send and receive their communications.”

“But is it worth it?” I’d asked.

Peter had looked sharply at me then. “You are not falling for the young man, are you?”

“No, of course not,” I lied. “I just don’t know what three months worth of cable exchanges between Havana and a small consulate in Lisbon can be worth.”

“The Cuban Foreign Ministry loves to pontificate-and to share their wisdom with every embassy and consulate in their system,” Peter answered. “There is something going on between the Castro brothers. We’re sure that traffic will help us find out what that is.”

It was only near the end of the third visit to the safe house, while I was sitting in the overstuffed armchair and, facing me, Julio was rising and falling on my cock with the strength of his knees on the arms of the chair and I was driving his cock like the gearshift of a sports car, that I told him what he could do for me if he wanted our encounters to continue.

The second and third times I’d made him contact me and beg for the meeting. I knew after the blow job I gave him in the second meeting that he was mine. But, as Peter had instructed me to do, I waited for him to ask me what he needed to do to keep me after I told him that it might be best, safer for us both, if we broke it off.

It was like shooting fish in a barrel. That had been Peter’s observation, and then he’d laughed. I couldn’t deny that the observation was apt, but I didn’t laugh. I was too busy trying to hide from Peter that I had feelings for Julio now. That wasn’t in the scheme at all; that quite purposely wasn’t in my job description.

“I think we can go on up to the hotel room now,” I said there at the table in the Pirata Café. “I was going to suggest that we take iced coffees up, but I see that you already have one. Do you want it refreshed?”

“No. No, thanks. I prefer it when it has gone lukewarm. I’ll take this one.”

“I’ll order one then and we’ll go up. Again, are you sure?”

I reached over and laid a hand on his thigh. He didn’t flinch. We were way beyond that. He looked at me with trusting, desired-filled eyes. I hated myself at that moment.

We fucked languidly on the bed in the luxurious hotel suite, me taking him deep in a side split and arching his torso back to me so that he could turn his face and we could kiss deeply, me fucking his tonsils as much with my tongue as I was worrying his prostate with the bulb of my cock and him gasping and moaning. If it was a last fuck, I wanted it to be a memorable one-for me, even if it could not be for him. This time the tears were in my eyes.

He was dozing on the bed. The briefcase was propped up at the side of the desk I was standing beside while I looked out of the window down into Restauradores Square into the Pirata Café. I was fingering the two capsules in the pocket of the hotel robe I had pulled around my shoulders. I could just take the briefcase and leave now. I didn’t have to go through with this. Peter would just have to live with half a victory. I could even just insist on being pulled out of Portugal.

I was such a fool, though. I knew that. I knew Peter-or whoever he really was. He wouldn’t let it rest if I failed to use the capsules.

I felt my blood run cold as I looked down at the café and focused on what I was looking at. Those two men, those same two men who had involuntarily looked up when Julio pointed to the hotel from the café earlier. They were still there, in the café. And they were looking up at the window-at me. “He wouldn’t let it rest,” I muttered.

“What did you say?”

I turned toward the bed. Julio was sitting up and reaching for the cup of iced coffee he’d brought up from the café.

“Wait, Julio,” I said. “Were you ever out of sight of that drink when you were in the café?”

“Well, maybe . . .”

“Stop! Don’t drink that. Put it down. Come, out of bed and dress. We’ll need to find a back entrance to the hotel.”

“I don’t understand.”

“You don’t have to understand, Julio. You just need to do it. Here. Give me that cup.” I strode over and took it out of his hand. I also picked up the cup I’d brought upstairs. When I returned from dumping the liquid from those and the two capsules from my robe pocket in the commode, he was dressing as I had directed. Prepared to do anything I asked.

“What . . . ?”

“I don’t know, Julio. I’ll figure it out later. But we’ll leave the briefcase here. That should mollify them for a bit. I just know we have to get out of this. Both of us.”

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