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  • a fuck party

    Ian was so hot the sweat beaded on his exposed skin and ran in rivulets downward and dripped to the hard concrete floor. He was breathing hard, feeling the penetration, deeply in him, of the cock currently fucking him. He opened his eyes and looked up at Ryan, or was it Rick? Maybe his name was Steve. Didn’t matter, right now he was a cock, thick and hard, plowing in his hole. Ian rocked back and forth, the sling swaying with their fucking and in the dim light of the basement he saw the others, some standing just out of the ring of light from the bare bulb, watching him take this fuck, the way he had his thighs held in place as the guy drove his cock into him, fast, full swings of his hips.

    Sounds of sucking, of guys moaning and crying out from being penetrated echoed in the basement. In the dark corners were moments when a swinging bulb would illuminate the naked bodies, intertwined together with primitive undulating movement. The sound of sex, the smell of sex filled the air. It felt steamy in the basement.

    Ian agreed to come with his friend Brian, knowing how much Brian loved to go to a sex party, but for Ian he wasn’t so sure, usually preferring the simple hook-up when not dating someone. The house was in an old part of town, an area of old homes recently renovated and this one was no exception. The living areas had been beautifully renovated, furnished with modern furniture and art on all the walls. But they hadn’t come to be social and the eight of them were soon in the basement where only two bare bulbs barely illuminated the low space, divided up into small areas by the support piers for the house. Ian saw the sling as soon as he came down the steep stairs, it sitting prominently under one light bulb, centered in its circle of light.

    He recognized a couple of the other guys, Chris who worked at his company in another department and Sam who had a landscaping company some friends of his used. The others he introduced himself but knew he would have trouble remembering their names. Instead he’d remember what they looked like naked. They each stripped off their clothes, folding them neatly and placing them on a small table to the side of the room. Ian looked at the different bodies, the lean ones, with fair smooth skin, the muscular bodies of those who worked out regularly, their bodies shaved smooth, and there were those who were average, bodies in shape but not bulked up, and Ian noticed each one’s cock, the differences in shape, color and how all but one were cut.

    At first they had stood around, rubbing hands over each other, kissing, fondling cocks, getting them hard. Then a couple of guys were squatted down, sucking, noisily taking a guy’s cock. Brian was standing behind Sam, rubbing his chest and pumping his cock against Sam’s ass while another guy sucked Sam’s cock. Ian was hesitant at first, stood to the side, watching, sensing how the atmosphere was changing; the charge in the air. He watched Chris being led to the sling, watched as two guys put wrist and ankle cuffs on him, pushed him back into the sling and secured him. Ian’s view was blocked and he moved forward till he was standing to the side watching one of the guys rim Chris, loosen him up, get him wet and wanting. The other guy, one of the gym guys was at Chris’ head rubbing his cock over his face as Chris moved his open mouth around trying to capture the cock. The guy took Chris’ head and held it at the angle he wanted and he slid his cock into Chris’ mouth, slowly till Ian could see how his air was cut off, his face and throat turning red, and the guy pulled back, only to do it again.

    Ian watched as the guys took turns, fucking Chris, watched the way they slammed their hips against his ass, burying their cocks deep, pumping their hips so hard and fast they began to sweat, their skin glistening in the light. Ian absentmindedly took his cock in hand, it already hard, the head wet and he stroked slowly as he watched. Then he heard a smack of a hand and someone cry out. He turned and saw Brian had Sam bent over, his cock buried deeply into him as he was bringing his hand down hard on one cheek. The smack echoed in the basement making Sam cried out, and he pushed back, trying to get more of Brian inside his hole.

    One of the guys came up behind Ian, ran his hand over Ian’s ass and leaned close.

    “You look ready for some fun” he whispered in Ian’s ear and Ian turned toward him slowly, felt his hard cock brush against the guy as he faced him. Soon Ian felt lips on his neck, around his ear, and hands on his ass, wrapped around his cock, stroking it, smearing the slick down its length. Ian didn’t see Chris being released, didn’t see him take off the cuffs and move close, watching Ian being fondled, manhandled. Ian felt his guy moved down his chest, over his stomach and soon take his cock, sucking it into his mouth. Ian moaned loudly. Chris came up to him, grabbed him by the hair, pulled his head back and kissed him roughly.

    “You want to get fucked?” Chris asked Ian. Ian could only nod yes as he felt the men touching him, sucking his cock, probing between his cheeks, touching him there. Chris picked up the cuffs and put them on Ian, working slowly but deliberately, getting each one on. The guy sucking Ian’s cock had helped get the ankle cuffs on and then Ian felt his body move, get led to the sling, felt himself fall back on to the leather pad and he raised his legs letting them be secured to the chain supporting the sling. He felt one arm being secured then the other as Chris moved between his legs and push a finger into his hole, stretching him open. He hung there taking it, one finger, then two, three and finally, painfully, four as he felt his hole being stretched open. He leaned up and watched Chris, the look of determination on his face, of desire and Chris looked up at Ian and smiled.

    “Ian, I’m going to fuck the shit out of you” he said as he moved up between Ian’s legs, wrapped his arms around each thigh, pushing his cock into the stretched out hole. Ian felt Chris sink into him, felt him push it all the way in till his hips pushed against his ass. Ian threw his head back and cried out. He didn’t have time to rise back up when one of the guys was on him, rubbing his wet leaking cock over Ian’s lips, smearing the slick over them, over his nose and cheeks.

    “Suck me” the guy commanded as he finally let his cock rest on Ian’s lips, and Ian open his mouth allowing the cock to slide in. Ian took the fuck, the way the cock slid into him, pushed deep into his body, and he felt the way the sling rocked with their movements, the way he felt so exposed, spread open, and he felt his cock flop back and forth knowing it was still hard. Ian lost track of time, didn’t know how long Chris was at him, fucking him but suddenly he was swinging alone, his body still secured in the sling. He felt the sweat beading up on his skin, felt the way his hole felt like it was still pried open, and he felt the wetness of cum on his ass as it trickled down from his hole. The taste of cum filled his mouth and he swallowed again as he raised up trying to see what was going on. He could hear the sex, smell the sex and he wanted more. Suddenly Sam and Brian came into the light, both still hard, their cocks glistening wet and slick. Sam wasted no time in plunging his cock into Ian, slammed in so hard he rocked the sling back and forth pumping Ian’s body along his cock. Brian came to Ian’s side and leaned over and Ian felt the warm mouth take his cock, suck on the head, the tongue working along the shaft. He was so close and was probably the last guy who had not cum yet and Brain sucked him hard, worked his lips over the head and down the shaft till Ian felt his cum surging through his cock and he shoved upward and pumped his load into Brain’s mouth feeling him suck harder, felt his throat swallowed each wad.

    “Goddamn his ass is milking my cock” Sam cried out and he hammered his cock into Ian, swung his hips fast and hard and as he watched Brian lick Ian’s cock clean he pumped his cum deep into Ian. He kept fucking, his cock still hard as he worked it through the cum, smeared it through Ian’s tunnel and over his shaft till he felt it pump back out against him. “Fuck, I’m spent” he said as he pulled back, his cock finally deflating.

    Then Ian had two other guys come over, both standing at his spread legs, one burying his cock into Ian as the other urged him on. Ian looked at the guy, one he couldn’t remember his name and he didn’t care as he fell back letting his body relax into the fuck, take the cock plowing through his hole. He felt the hard jerk of the sling with every thrust, felt the way the guy held his legs tight to his sweaty chest, his hips banging against his ass. The other guy began to rub Ian’s chest and stomach, to stroke his cock as it began to get erect again. He leaned over and kissed Ian, ran his lips over Ian’s neck, down his chest to one nipple. He tongued it, sucked it in his mouth, and then he bit down on it. The pain shot through Ian, the pleasure and he felt the guy fucking him pump hard, short jabs into his ass and he knew he was coming.

    Ian leaned up and watched as the guy who had fucked him pulled back, his long cock deflating, and Ian watched the other one moved from his side and up between his legs, and Ian noticed how the guy’s cock, now fully hard, the head wet, drool of pre-cum hanging from it, was a blunt thick instrument. The guy’s hand didn’t reach around it as he moved up to Ian, and Ian felt it rub his hole, smear the leaking cum over it and then he felt the guy push hard against him. Ian felt the thick cock breach his hole, stretch him open even more and he fell back, his body arched up, tight, taking the pain, focusing on it, letting it turn to pleasure as the cock slid into him, drilling into his hole.

    Brain and Sam came back to his side. Sam took Ian’s cock, stroking it slowly, as they watched Ian take this cock, watched it slide back and forth through the stretched out ring of his hole.

    “Damn, that is hot” Sam muttered under his breath. Ian was sweating profusely, felt it run downward on his body. He felt hot, every sensation, the cock plunging into his hole, the hand on his cock and then Brain kissing him on the mouth. Ian felt his cock get wetter, felt the way Sam’s hand let go, then the sensation of Sam’s mouth enveloping it, sucking it. Ian bucked upward, pushed down with his ass, feeling his body respond, feeling his need to cum rise up quickly and suddenly he felt his cum surge through his cock again, exploding into the suctioning mouth. Ian felt his hole spasm, painfully, around the thick cock and the guy shoved in hard and cried out he was coming.

    Then it was over, and Ian lay in the sling exhausted as Brian and Sam worked to release him. He felt how exposed he was, naked, in the bright light as others moved in the shadows. He heard them talking quietly and knew they were already getting dressed. Brain came over wearing his jeans, shirt still off, cum running down his chest.

    “You good?”

    “Yeah” Ian replied. “Help me up will ya?”


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  • Cross Dresser New Sex Friend

    Tyrone is a tall skinny black guy 22 years old and his Mel is short and pudgy.

    I am an older white sissy. I wear female clothing under my regular clothes all the time.

    Saturday morning I went to the small house they rent and brought an overnight bag. Tyrone opened the door and I walked in. I sat down and we talked about him being single and his roommate and then his job.

    I had brought a small bottle of whiskey and took it out of my bag. Get us a couple of short glasses and this will get us in the mood. Tyrone told me he was always in the mood as he got up and went into the kitchen. He came back with a glass of water and two small glasses.

    Tyrone lit a joint and puffed on it for a few minutes then handed it to me.

    In fifteen minutes I’ll be pretty trashed I told him. A few quick tokes and I gave it back to him. I told him I was going to get really fucked up and he smiled. I got a buzz off the weed right away.

    My head began to spin right away.

    He sat there puffing on the joint and stared at me.

    I slid to the edge of the couch and pulled my sneakers off then my jeans. I pulled my sweat shirt off and stood up. My short dress hung down and I bent over to fix my hose and adjust my small cupped bra.

    Tyrone asked me if I had a wig and I knelt down and pulled out a brunette long flowing wig. I snapped the clasps in my hair and was ready.

    My cock stuffed between my legs was rock hard.

    I turned towards Tyrone and walked over to him. I reached down and moved his knees apart and knelt down between his legs and rubbed his crotch. I felt his cock begin to grow in his pants. A minute later I just rubbed my hand up and down his long cock. I wanted to suck him.

    Tyrone put the joint in the ash tray and unbuttoned his jeans. He lifted up as I tugged on them and pulled until his black cock popped out. Far enough for me I thought.

    Sliding my hand onto his cock I stroked it for a moment then pulled it towards me me and looked at how stiff and strained the skin was. I licked his round black balls then licked the black shaft.

    I kissed and licked under the head of his swollen cock head as I ran my thumb over the opening of his cock head.

    Tyrone moaned as I teased his dick in my mouth. I pulled his black cock down towards me and slid my wet lips over his drooling cock head. Tasting the clear liquid as it leaked out of him.

    I sat up and worked the head of his cock in my mouth and slid my hands under his shirt to his tiny nipples. I pinched both of them as I sucked on the head of his cock.

    Bitch this is roll reversal. We gotta get this going and he slid back then stood up. He reached to me and I grabbed his hand. He led me down the hallway and into a small bedroom in the back.

    I laid down and he sat down and took off his clothes. Tyrone stood up at the foot of the bed and looked at me.

    I looked at him. Tall young black guy with nice chest muscles and a skinny black frame. A nice good sized black cock hanging off to the side. He stood there stroking himself as I pushed my hands between my legs against my aching cock.

    I wanted to cum so bad but I knew before I would get to he would. I also knew in just a few minute that black dick was going to be in my ass pussy.

    Tyrone knelt onto the bed and laid down next to me. He kissed my neck and felt me off. He began to feel my chest and then up my legs to my thighs. I thought I was just going to have an orgasm right then. My cock felt like it was pulsating in my panties.

    We began to kiss and then full blow out french kissing. I felt his round bubble butt and he held onto my butt.

    Tyrone told me to roll over and he stuffed a pillow under my hips. He then flipped my dress onto my back and grabbed at my hips. In two or three pulls he had my hose and panties down below my butt. He slapped my butt cheeks a few times then pulled my hard white cock out from under me.

    He sucked my cock then ate my ass. He sucked on the head of my cock for a moment and then back to my ass crack. I was so horny and what he was doing to me felt so good I began pushing my butt up and trying to open my cheeks for him.

    I wanted him to enjoy himself because I damn sure was enjoying what he was doing to me.

    He had his hands on my cheeks and pulled me open and I could feel him trying to get his tongue in my ass.

    He whispered to me. Yaa bitch your ready it is time to fuck.

    A little lubrication and we will get it on he said.

    I felt the coolness of a liquid running down my crack. I reached back and Tyrone told me that he had it going on and not to worry.

    The next minute he ran his fingers up and down my crack and slightly inside me. Then he told me to just relax and he pressed the tip of the bottle to my hole and squeezed some liquid in me.

    Perfect he announced.

    Tyrone nudged my legs and I moved them as far apart as I could. He moved up close to me and as he leaned to put the bottle on the night stand I felt his cock slid onto me. He sat back down and then leaned up against me. He put one hand near my hips and I felt him slid the head of his cock up and down my crack.

    I reached around and took his cock in my hand and guided to my wet slippery hole.

    I played with my wet hole with the head of his dick and just as soon as i got the head of his cock in me I told him to gently push.

    Tyrone pushed down against me and his cock slid into me about an inch. I reached around and told him SLOWLY in me.

    I got it he told me and I let go.

    He pushed down gently and my ass opened as his cock slowly slid deep in me. As he inched slowly in me we both moaned. I told him that his cock felt great and he told me the same.

    Sweet white ass he said as he pushed deeper in me.

    Oh god you feel so good I told Tyrone.

    Tyrone told me that he was almost completely in me.

    I told him I felt really stuffed and wasn’t sure if I could take anymore of his cock in me.

    My cock had shrunk and seemed limp as he slowly pushed deeper in me. I was afraid his dick was going to hurt me and I began to ask him to stop. Naa baby you can take it. Relax he told me.

    I relaxed and then I felt him begin to grind his hips against my butt. I thought damn it’s all in me. He ground his hips from side to side and began pushing against me.

    Yaa baby you took it all he told me. Now we going to fuck.

    Tyrone pushed hard against my butt with his black dick deep inside me. A couple quick thrusts against me. Yaa bitch you be fine it is all good now.

    Tyrone’s cock slowly slid out of me.

    Some of the feeling I had deep inside I thought were part of me but it was his cock.

    Strange feeling as my body seemed to close deep inside me and push him out.

    Tyrone’s cock popped out of me and I quickly reached around an felt myself. I looked my fingers and was still clean. he poured lubricant on my crack and I rubbed the liquid my my hole.

    Tyrone moved around a bit and he told me his cock was real slippery and rock hard.

    I moved my hands out and laid my head on the pillow. It was time and he had prepared me the best he could.

    Tyrone moved the head of his cock to my hole and in me just a bit.

    He then leaned forward and put his hands up near my shoulders.

    He pushed down gently and my wet slippery ass opened for him.

    In a moment he had his cock buried deep in me.

    Tyrone lifted up and just as his cock was going to pop out he pushed down and deep in me.

    Oh you feel great I told me.

    Tyrone then fucked me deep and hard for the next twenty minutes.

    He used my ass to jack himself off.

    Soon he would cum in me and not into a sock.

    I was thinking about the day so far and here I am an older white guy dressed like a girl getting fucked in my ass by a young guy that works in a store that I buy candy at. How strange life is as it seems.

    Wondering how we will react in a few days when he is at the store and I am buying discount candy and soda.

    Then back to reality a sissy getting fucked by this horny black guy and Tyrone jerks. Lost his rhythm only mean’t one thing.

    I braced myself for Tyrone’s last few minutes. He pumped his cock in and out of me like I was a whore. Slapping my ass as he fucked me. Then he shoved his hips against me so hard that he hurt me. The pain was so deep in me that I peed a little bit. My insides squeezed up as I peed and he pumped me a few more times then buried deep in me he held still..

    Holding still he let out a moan and he came in me. His cock was spurting black sperm deep inside my ass. I knew I had survived the ass fucking and in a minute his mighty stiff cock would be limp.

    He was done. The last droplets of sperm leaked out of his cock and in my ass as he slowly pulled out. I tried to squeeze my ass and force all his semen out and in me.

    Tyrone laid on me and his limp cock between my legs.

    He got off me and went to the bathroom and I laid still enjoying the feeling.

  • An encounter with Coach Taylor

    With only one set left, my eye began to wander on to coaches arms. Watching him curl an insane weight, I marvelled at the definition and sheer size of his 20″ guns.

    Coach Taylor has that musclehunk look; two inches taller than me at 6 foot 4 inches, he was huge and ripped as hell. His snake-like traps, huge and rounded delts, expansive broad back, mammoth biceps and defined pecs were my fantasy fuel throughout my time at school.

    As I advanced through the school, I developed a rapour with Coach. He let me call him Josh when we were on our own, and he often worked out with me. Despite my huge attraction for him, I managed to keep myself cool most of the time, trading banter and compliments. He focused on helping me get bigger, and over my first year in 6th form I really filled out. I wasn’t huge, but I was definitely one of the strongest kids in the school. I still felt puny next to Coach Taylor though. While I would squat 4 reps at 120, he would do the same at 250. Whenever I got too cocky around guys my age at the gym, he would happily emasculate me to keep me in place. It was playful, and I began to develop an uncle-like respect for Coach.

    By the time I reached upper 6th, I was only an inch shorter than coach, and I had made considerable gains. I said to him one day:

    ‘Coach, how can I get as big as you?’

    to which he replied:

    ‘You need to work out more often than you do right now. School time only really allows you to come here twice a week, but I work out here after hours most nights. If you want you can tag along and I’ll help you’.

    I accepted happily, glad that I seemed to be developing a strong relationship with Coach.

    The next night, after school had finished, I changed and went to the gym at 6.30 as planned. Coach met me outside his office with a friendly pat on the back and we proceeded upstairs to the school gym. While we worked out (I was doing everything he was doing at half weight) we talked about school, girls, work and so on. Eventually, while he was spotting me for the bench (giving me occasional glimpses of his jock through his worn-out shorts), he asked me what motivated me to work out. I paused for a second, wondering whether I should make up some lie about impressing girls. He noticed my hesitation and said:

    ‘It’s important to know why you do it, for example I do it for the thrill of changing my shape. I find the idea of being stronger and bigger pushes me on. What is it that you look for when you dig deep Sam?’

    I thought for a second and said:

    ‘I mostly think about trying to be like you Coach… I just find guys like you really impressive, and I want to be as strong as you.’

    Hearing that, he laughed, and ruffled my hair. He said that he never expected anyone to be so honest with him. After that we moved on to triceps. I stood behind him, and the exercises gave me a great view of his upper body through his slightly loose tank top. I was really feeling tired after the first set, and beads of sweat were beginning to drip off my face. I asked if I could take off my top, and he said: ‘good idea’. Smiling he quickly grabbed the base of his tank, and rolled it up his torso. Getting a proper look at his body for the first time, I almost gasped. His abs, while not perfectly defined like a hollywood actor, were rippling with virile strength. His hairless pecs looked stronger than I had imagined them, and his large nipples pointed down from the base of his huge chest.

    Feeling slightly self-conscious, I peeled off my shirt and carried on my workout.

    After an hour, I told him I needed to head home.

    ‘Nonsense!’ he replied ‘not without getting a proper shower first!’.

    He invited me to come and shower in the teacher’s changing area. At this point I couldn’t refuse, as I would take any oppertunity to glimpse Coach naked. I agreed, and a minute later we were both stripping in the small private room. I took as many glimpses of his bulging jock as possible, before he removed them and walked in to the shower. I waited to hear the water, before grabbing his jock to sniff it. The smell of sweat filled my nose. The manly musk was so erotic that I almost got a hardon there and then. A second after it touched my face I turned to see coach standing there.

    ‘Just came out to grab some soap’ he said, smiling.

    I was surprised that he wasn’t angry. He seemed to think it was funny.

    After seeing his reaction, I babbled for a second, not knowing what to say. He responded by dropping his towel.

    He wasn’t huge. He was above average, with a soft member that would probably come to about 6.5 inches erect. However having fantisized so many times about being fucked by Coach, seeing him do that was enough to send me over the edge. I collapsed to my knees, beggin him to let me suck him off.

    He looked me dead in the eyes and said: ‘Sure, if you’d like’.

    He was so relaxed that I was almost taken back. However, hardly missing a beat, I grabbed his flaccid member and began to work it with my hand. Quickly it came to a full, throbbing erection, and Coach Josh was a grower and not a shower. His erection far exceeded my expectations, growing to almost eight inches. My surprised look made him laugh.

    I licked the tip of the huge cock, grabbing his glutes for leverage. After his tip was wet with saliva, I began to suck off his cock. I managed to get 5 of his inches in my mouth before gagging.

    At that point he gegan to moan; ‘don’t stop’ he said.

    He grabbed the back of my head with his strong arm and shoved all of his 8 inches in to my throat. He facefucked me until he climaxed, dumping a huge load in my throat. After that, we kissed for a while and I felt every part of his huge body while he flexed for me. I particularly enjoyed fullfilling my fantasy of shoving my face in to his hairy arm pits.

    ‘We will have to make this a regular thing’ said Coach, as I sat on his lap feeling his chest.

    ‘Sure’ I said ‘as long as you promise to fuck me next time’.

  • Congo Drums

    The riverboat hit a log, or something, on the hull right at my head, and I woke with a start. The first sensation in the soft, wavering light of a single lantern hung by the doorway was the sound of the drums and low chanting from somewhere above. The driver and cook at it again. The sound was monotonous and comforting all at the same time. It also seemed to be richer than before, almost stereophonic, and the second sensation to reach my senses was the dull thumping against the cabin wall above my head, which was what was providing the stereophonic effect of the drums. The Millers were copulating again to the rhythm of the drums. Who would have known the old man had it in him to fuck so often and so long?

    Heavy breathing, inside the cabin, reached me on a third level of sensation. I rolled over. Ethan was slouched, naked, in the chair, legs spread, a shock of salt-and-pepper hair hanging down over one eye, the other eye boring into me. He was slowly masturbating himself-also to the rhythm of the drums. He had a trim and scarred, but hard, body, well built even though he was pushing fifty. He’d had an active life and it showed.

    A chill went down my spine. This was Africa. Raw, primeval, and sensual. Instantly feeling the mood and the need of the drums, I turned toward Ethan; stretched my body out, unwinding every bunched muscle like a jungle cat waking from a nap; arched my back; and moved my hand down to my own hardening cock. I lay there on the lower bunk and Ethan slouched in his chair, each of us silently and intently staring at the other, both working our cocks up, panting. Knowing we were going to fuck. The drums picked up their beat, as did the thumping on the wall above the bunk. In a separate dimension, the cry of a native woman from the deck overhead cut through the rhythmic sounds followed by the growl, in his distinctive South Africaner dialect, of the guide, Bull. “Spread ’em wider, you native doxy, and stop your yowling. Stop acting like you’ve never been fucked before.”

    Bull had broken the spell in the cabin.

    “Come. And bring a condom,” Ethan commanded in a hoarse whisper. I knelt between his spread thighs and opened my mouth over the bulb of his cock, being rewarded with a long sigh and the feel of his long, sensuous fingers gliding through my hair, holding my head into his crotch.

    Ethan enjoyed the exotic, picked up from his extensive world travels. He fucked me without leaving his slouched position in the chair, my body swanned out from his torso and over his thighs, my feet hooked on his shoulders, him grasping my wrists and, bowing my arms back, my torso arched out over his thighs. With his cock throbbing and making slow and shallow strokes deep inside me, he maintained the rhythm of the drums, slowing in the wake of the sharp cry of release by the native woman overhead and the sudden ceasing, with a jolt, of the cabin wall thumping. With a tightening of Ethan’s body, a jerk, and the sound of a gasp and a sigh, I felt him fill the bulb of the condom, and he slowly lowered my chest on his thighs without extracting his cock from my channel. We both held there, panting heavily. I knew he’d fuck me again once he had regained his breath and the hardness of his cock.

    That’s why we went together so well. He could fuck forever and I wanted it that way.

    Stretched out on the bunk, me on my back on top of him, his cock inside me, Ethan slowly masturbated me to my own ejaculation and nibbled on my ear, whispering endearments to me. Then we both slept, sensitive to whatever scant breeze invaded the cracks in the hull of the Congo river steamer to cool the sweat on our bodies.

    I woke up in the darkest of the night to silence other than Ethan’s heavy breathing and his hissing through chattering teeth. The lantern had sputtered out, the boat was gently rocking from side to side, and, although there were sounds of low muttering in a foreign-to me-tongue coming from overhead, the drums and chanting had stopped.

    Ethan and I were both bathed in sweat-his-as were the sheets. He was mumbling and shaking. I felt his forehead, which was burning even though his teeth were chattering. I scrambled out of the bunk and pulled the blanket down from the bunk above, which was supposed to be mine but which Ethan hadn’t allowed me to occupy in the six days of our river journey. It had been nearly a year of absence since we’d met up on this safari, and he insisted on going to sleep with his cock inside me every night. This was fine with me.

    I bundled him up in the blanket and, not knowing what else to do, went looking for Bull, even though I felt intimidated by the man.

    Bull, bulky, but not fat, all muscle and power, seemingly took up all of the space in the cabin as he squatted and peered at Ethan’s trembling body.

    “Yep, malaria. For sure. Where’s he been?”

    “Everywhere,” I answered. “He does TV documentaries from the ends of the earth. He’s been doing a film on lingering insurgency in Angola.”

    “Yep. Probably got it there. Could have got it here too, but it wouldn’t show up this bad in seven days if he got it here. We’ll have to have him sent back to Kinshasa when we reach Lokutu Mombongo later this morning.”

    Bull was giving me an appraising look as he said that. I only then realized that I was naked.

    * * * *

    “The question, I suppose, is whether we press on or call this off for now.” Although this was on everyone’s mind, it was Sondra Miller who asked it. Of all the people here, she was the one most out of place-and well aware of that. A statuesque blonde who looked every lovely inch the runway model that she was, she would look good in any setting-but a lot better in most every one other than the upper Congo where we now were. Her voice sounded just slightly bored when she’d said it, but everyone was aware of the hope behind her words.

    “Of course not. We’ve come this far,” her husband, Charles, answered, an edge to his voice. “Ethan said he already had enough notes to begin the documentary as long as I was still in. Jim here can take notes for the rest of the journey. What say you, Sean?” he asked turning to me. “You are the editor on this and have talked with Ethan on his vision. Can we do the rest of the research without him? We’ll have to come back to do more filming when the script is together anyway.”

    “Probably so,” I answered, not looking at Sondra directly to see if she’d mar her pretty face with a scowl but looking, rather at Charles’s young, black secretary, Jim Jackson, to see how closely he was watching Sondra. Very closely. A pity, I thought. With Ethan gone, Jim Jackson was looking very good to me. And I needed almost constant attention.

    I wondered why Sondra had come on the safari at all. Probably didn’t want to let Charles Miller’s money out of her sight for very long. He was a good thirty years older than she was and definitely of the florid-faced, slightly pudgy aspect. He was the money behind this documentary film and Ethan had told me to treat the man right. Thus far I hadn’t had many dealings with him, but he seemed the alright sort. He certainly didn’t flaunt his wealth-not like his wife did. She was wearing diamonds even though we were sitting on the banks of the Congo at Lokutu Mombongo in a primitive tent camp. The guide had said that it was best to camp in tents in the open under mosquito-repellent lamps whenever we could, as the boat cabins would be harder to protect against the mosquito.

    If Ethan was any evidence of this, Bull was right.

    Ethan had been bundled off in a float plane by noon and the others had gone on to their daily excursion to the Lokutu Oil Palm plantation. Sondra had shown more interest in this outing than in the ones of previous days, probably because the plantation owner was a Frenchman with a roving eye, a good physique, and randy banter. Sondra very much gave the impression that she needed to be bedded constantly. I didn’t fault her; it was my sin as well.

    “The safari is already paid for,” Bull interjected. “We can take you back now, but there won’t be a refund.”

    “We won’t be going back,” Charles Miller decreed. “I’ve already sunk too much money into this documentary to abandon it now.”

    “Good,” Bull said, the palm of his hand going to the buttocks of the young Congolese woman laying the place settings at the camp table. “We leave on the boat at daybreak tomorrow. We’ll reach where the Congo is at its widest, where you will see a vast field of hyacinths on the water and visit the Bafoto pygmies.”

    “Ethan told me about the hyacinths,” Charles said, turning to his secretary, Jim. “Be sure and have your video camera for those, Jim. Ethan will want coverage of them. You’ll have to do the photography now, if Sean doesn’t want to do it.”

    Miller had turned to me. “Sorry,” I answered. “I’m terrible at it. Ethan asked me to begin on the script.”

    “I suggest an early night,” Bull said, as he stood up and put a hand on the small of the Congolese woman’s back.

    I chose to take in the twilight and sunset over the Congo River before turning into my solitary tent-the first time I would be sleeping alone on this trip. Ethan and I had met in Bangkok when we both were covering a coup there, me for the Associated Press as a journalist and editor and he as director of a documentary. We each retreated into a bar on Soi Cowboy off Sukhumvit, near the international enclave, to escape the teargas of a spontaneous clash between the police and university students. It proved to be a gay bar, and after several drinks, Ethan fucked me in a small room beyond the beaded curtain at the back of the bar. After the teargas cleared, he took me back to his hotel room and fucked me repeatedly there. He was nearly fifteen years older than I was, but I liked older men, and he was hard bodied and fully capable. We had met sporadically, as on this safari, and worked together and fucked periodically over the past seven years. If anything, he got better at it with age.

    Now he had deserted me near the end of the earth, up the Congo. The sex the last seven days had been as good, if not better, than it ever had been and we were reaching a shared rhythm that raised possibilities of a more permanent living arrangement. But now he had malaria and was probably in a hospital in Kinshasa awaiting medical evacuation back to the States. I wasn’t even sure how to contact him in the States. Charles would know, though. I’d have to ask him.

    It was dark enough that night was stealing into the clearing between the tents and the central fire was dying down to embers. The driver and the cook were starting up the drums. The cook was an old man, but the driver was young and heavily muscled and quite handsome. He also moved with an assurance and with sensual grace. I had stolen glances at him with possibilities in mind the first seven days, even when I was being possessed fully by Ethan. I wondered if he . . .

    I found my hand wandering down to my crotch, not even thinking if I was safe from observation. The clearing seemed deserted other than the low sound of the drums and of the soft chanting by the two Congolese men. As the darkness drifted in, though, the glow of the lights in the tents almost made their walls transparent, and the shadows from inside them caught my attention.

    Bull’s idea of turning in early was fucking the young Congolese woman in his tent. I could clearly see their silhouettes against the tent walls. He was standing up and taking her, with her bent over in front of him. I watched for nearly an hour as he turned her and she just flopped back, her arms dangling down to the floor and her head thrown back, while he clutched her buttocks and fucked on. I wondered if she was still conscious. And more than that, I wondered what it would be like to be in her place. There was similar activity in the Miller’s tent, where the copulating couple was more reclined and he was stretched on top of her, his buttocks rising and falling, again to the rhythm of the drums.

    I almost resented the others getting what I wasn’t getting-and now wouldn’t get until the safari was over.

    Charles Miller walked into the light of the clearing from the direction of the boat. He had a bottle of scotch under his arm and was holding two glasses with his fingers. As I watched him approach, flabbergasted and letting my eyes dart to his tent and what was obviously happening therein, I couldn’t help but gasp my surprise that it wasn’t him in the tent. The woman there most certainly was Sondra. He calmly sat down beside me where we could both watch his tent and said, “Share a scotch with me and enjoy the show together? Sondra gives a good fuck.”

    While we were both on our second glass, with the fucking still going on in both tents, he turned to me, laid a hand on my thigh, and said, “I’ll give you fifty dollars if you’ll let me suck your cock. Ethan said you’d be good to me if I asked.”

    I didn’t need the fifty dollars, but after the silhouette shows I’d been watching, I certainly needed the attention to my cock.

    So that was what Ethan meant about treating the angel for his documentary well. I unzipped my shorts and he crouched between my spread thighs, fished my cock out, grasped it at the root, and closed his mouth over it. He gave expert head and welcomed the facial I gave him. I wasn’t quite as melancholy at Ethan’s absence anymore.

    All melancholy was dissipated in the night when I felt a body stretch on top of mine as I lay on my belly on my cot in the tent I shared with no one. In the dimness of the glow of the pulsating mosquito repellent lanterns I could tell that the heavily muscled arms lying on either side of mine were black as ebony. Outside the tent, a drum beat softly started-and a low chant-but it was the sound of only one drummer, one chanter.

    A whispered question in my ear, the accent more French than English, but very polite under the circumstances. “Please, may I. Will you receive me? I was told you would want me.”

    “Yes,” I whispered back, aching for the sex that was being denied me in Ethan’s absence and thrilled at the feel of the size and insistence of his phallus at the small of my back. I turned my face to his and opened my mouth to him, and he pulled my tongue into his mouth and sucked on it as he moved his lithe, hard body on mine, showing me what French kissing was all about.

    “Oh, shit. Fuck me,” I whimpered when coming up momentarily for air, as, by instinct, I raised my buttocks to him and opened my legs, permitting his cock to move into the crack. He rubbed the upper side of the hard phallus on my hole, again and again, dry fucking me already as I gasped and writhed under him. He grasped my wrists and held my arms above my head. I recognized the signaling that he would fully possess me, and as we came out of the kiss, I took a deep breath and murmured, “Yes, yes, fuck me hard.”

    He laughed, a low guttural laugh, and, murmured, “It is good with you? You want me fuck you, yes?”

    “Yes, yes,” I answered with a gasp. “Don’t ask for anything; just do it. All of it.”

    The weight of his body came off me and he was licking and kissing down my back. But that wasn’t what had my attention. He already had a moistened finger exploring my asshole. He was on his knees between my spread thighs, and as I lifted my buttocks higher in the air, his mouth went to my ass and a hand grasped my cock through my thighs and he was stroking it.

    “Please, please,” I groaned. “Fuck me.” I was clutching hard at the thin foam mattress and rubbing my cheek against the rough cotton sheet.

    I groaned when his lips left my hole to be replaced by a thumb and his mouth swallowed my cock. I moaned and writhed under him, until he immobilized me more by moving a knee up next to my waist, holding my chest down with a fist between my shoulder blades and began roughly working my hole with three and four fingers.

    “Please, please,” I whimpered.

    And then he was straddling my hips, crouched over my pelvis, and feeding his cock inside me. When he was deep inside, he encircled my chest with his arms and brought me up on my knees in front of him closely plastered against his chest. One strong, muscled arm extended up my chest and he held my head close into his shoulder with a grasp on my chin. He was stroking my cock with the other hand. Then he began to plow up into me in earnest in long, strong jabs, making little grunting noises, while I egged him on with continuous babbling that he probably didn’t understand a word of. He was longer and thicker than Ethan was, and more vigorous in his stroking and longer lasting. I came long before he did, and then again when he flipped me over, wishboned my legs, and took me from the front, with me glorying in palming his hard, glistening, ebony-black chest and thrumming his quarter-sized aureoles with the pricks of blue tattooing circling them.

    When Bull came to rouse me near dawn, I was flat on my belly on the cot, my arms hanging down, with my knuckles dragging on the earth of Africa, and burbling my appreciation for the night.

    Bull gave me a quizzical look, and I was trying to think of something to tell him to explain how exhausted and fully satiated I was when he obviated that. “Was it OK with you?” he asked tentatively. “When we were putting Ethan Woodsmall on the plane, he was begging me to arrange for someone to take care of you. The driver has been-“

    “Yes, that’s fine. It was more than fine,” I answered.

    “Do you want him again? I can always cut it-“

    “Yes, he’s fine. Send him every night.”

    “Also, If you’re interested, one of the boat men. The young one who wears the orange and red dhoti-“

    “Yes,” I murmured. “I know who you mean. Yes, him too.”

    “Separately or together?”

    “Whatever.”

    I was hoping he was going to mention himself. But he didn’t. He just smiled and whistled. Then with a, “Breakfast in ten, and then it’s steaming on to Lisala,” he was gone from the tent.

    Groaning, I struggled out of my cot, my mind going to the Congolese young boat man who wore the orange and red dhoti, the scarf-like long skirt, leaving the chest bare, that men of his ethnic origin wore-tall and rangy, not a black man, but an Indian. But I’d gotten a peek at his cock. Very, very long.

    I found how very long later that morning as we steamed up the Congo en route to the town of Lisala, where we were to have our afternoon outing and camp for the night and which the Congolese safari staff twittered excitedly about as the highlight of our trip. Such morning boat trips had become somewhat of a monotonous glide up the river, staring desultorily off into the jungle in continual search for a view of exotic plants and animals that we had seen hundreds of times before on lower stretches of the river.

    The chief boat man was standing at the wheel, with one of his subordinates kneeling at the bow and watching the water for possible dangers to the boat’s hull floating in the approaching stream. I didn’t know where the other boatman was at the moment, the tall Indian with the orange and red dhoti. When we’d first boarded that morning, he’d been there near me, helping me aboard and then touching me and smiling, paying particular attention to me. And then as we were settling on the benches and the boat was pulling back into the midstream, coming back close to me, leaning down and whispering, “The guide, he said-“

    “Yes, that will be fine. I wish it,” I broke in, not wanting him to complete whatever he was going to say. It was a weakness of mine, wanting men’s cocks-and as many and in as much variety as I could get them. I had gone exclusively with Ethan for the first seven days. After being plowed by the driver the previous night, I realized that if Ethan hadn’t been taken away, I might by now be feeling the frustration of just his cock. It wasn’t what I was used to, and, upon reflection, I realized I had been eyeing not just the driver, but the Indian boat man and Bull and even the secretary, Jim Jackson, for days before Ethan left us. They probably noticed that I had. I’m sure the driver and the Indian wouldn’t have been as forward with their intentions if I hadn’t been unconsciously signaling them.

    Jim Jackson was at the stern, where the Congolese woman was washing out some clothes. Despite the language barrier between them, I expected to see them disappear below at any moment. The biggest wrinkle was that the young driver was there too, probably trying to cajole Jim to give him the same thing Jim was trying to get from the woman. Neither Bull nor Sondra Miller were in evidence on deck. I knew where Charles Miller was, though. He was sitting close beside me on a padded bench, set where we could watch the southern bank of the river glide by. He had an arm around my shoulder, and he had my cock out of my shorts and was slowly masturbating me. He was purring like a kitten and was kissing and licking the side of my neck.

    “Would you like me to go below with you?” I asked. Ethan had told me that Miller was a necessary evil to getting this documentary in the can and I didn’t have any other prospects for projects at the moment-and the driver had cocked me so well that I was feeling generous and not too picky.

    “No, dear boy, thank you,” Miller murmured. “This is quite nice as is. Just get nice and big and come for me, and I’ll be satisfied.”

    That’s when I realized that he couldn’t get it up and that this was the next best thing. That’s why he was so calm with his secretary, Jim, fucking his wife. Sondra probably hadn’t agreed to come on the safari at all without a boy toy. I felt sorry for Miller, and when he pulled my head back and put his lips on mine, I gave him a kiss to remember. I also ejaculated for him, and although, he dipped his face down to my lap to clean me up, I stood afterward and said I would go down to my cabin to clean up better.

    Jim Jackson had the Congolese woman bent over a crate and was fucking her from behind when I reached the top of the stairs down into the cabin area. The driver was sitting on another crate and watching.

    I heard them as I was coming down the steps into the lower corridor. The door to the Millers’ cabin was slightly open and I looked in as I passed. Bull was naked and on his back on the double bed in the cabin, and Sondra, also naked, was straddling his pelvis and riding his cock. Before I moved on, I saw her dip her face down to his and him run his hand into her luxuriant cascade of blonde hair and take her lips in his. He brutally attacked her lips and, with a tug of her hair and a thrust of his hips, turned her in the bed and was mounting her to take over the driving. She threw her head back and laughed a hoarse, lusty laugh and then cried out as he thrust hard up into her.

    I ached to be so lustfully and roughly handled.

    Knowing now that Miller couldn’t perform for Sondra, I felt much more forgiving of-and a kindred spirit with-her. I passed on to my own cabin door. The Indian, sans his dhoti, was waiting patiently for me in there. If one can say they were fucked gently, this would have been that fuck. I sat in the chair that Ethan had slouched in just a couple of nights previously, while the Indian gave me the most sensual blow job I think I’ve ever had. I tried to return the favor with him standing and me kneeling in front of him, but I doubt I succeeded all that well. He was just too long for me to come anywhere close to deep-throating him as he had done for me.

    He then amazed me with his strength. He appeared so tall and thin that I could not imagine that he had the strength to lift me and stand, a bit crouched, in the center of the cabin, while I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist and he entered and entered and entered me with that long, snake-like cock of his and rotated it around inside my channel and stroked it in long glides in and out until I was yodeling to the ceiling and no doubt announcing my very satisfactory taking to all aboard the boat.

    Later he took me even more slowly and sensually, face on, atop the bunk, with me looking down the length of our torsos and watching how impossibly all of that was slowly sliding up inside me and, though going in rock hard, seemed to have the flexibility of a hose inside me, finding every nook and cranny of my channel and caressing it with the bulb of the cock.

    The Millers, Jackson, and I all had to contain our mirth later in the day when we were shown what the Congolese considered the highlight of the safari, which was a tree commemorating the birthplace of their former leader, Mobutu Sese Seko, founder of Zaire. The members of the party, each giving looks to the other, properly praised the event, though, not wanting to be on the bad side of any of the Congolese this far up the remote river. Charles made a great to do of directing Jim to take multiple photographs of the site, but, in sotto voce assured him that they didn’t need to be good photographs.

    I felt a chill in the air that evening after we had finished our dinner at the campsite in Lisala. No one else claimed to feel it, though, so I put it out of my mind. Once again Bull suggested that we make an early night of it, as we were pressing on to what he called a “beautiful fishing village” at Iaté. The rest of us interpreted that to mean that we had to stop somewhere for the night before going on to something we really wanted to see, so it might as well be at the collection of mean little huts at Iaté. We had come for the excitement of the national animal preserves, and it was taking us considerable time to find them.

    With a smile Bull told us that we would be crossing the equator in merely five days. We all suppressed groans. We wanted the experience of crossing the equator, but we weren’t wild about the idea of having to wait for five days to get it done in what had become one monotonous day after another if you didn’t take the good sex into account. I was willing to take the good sex into account.

    No, not the good sex-the great sex.

    At dark that night, Charles Miller appeared from the direction of the boat with another full bottle of scotch under his arm, causing me to wonder just how many bottles he had brought on the journey and if he was thinking of the need to ration them for the return trip. The driver and cook were on the drums again, and, again, Miller and I sat parallel to the Miller’s tent so that, while he was slowly and expertly sucking me off, we could watch the show in his tent. Tonight it was a spectacular silhouette show, with Jim and Bull standing, facing each other, and Sondra suspended between them and taking cocks in both entrances.

    I wondered how Miller could so calmly take this until, as if he could read my mind, he said, “I can no longer give Sondra what will keep her with me. And I enjoy watching those who can, servicing her.”

    I had to agree that that was simple enough. Thanks to their performance, I was quite randy when I went back to my tent. Thanks to the driver and the Indian boat man, my randiness was fully serviced. I had watched Sondra get double plowed one way. The driver and the Indian showed me there was more than one way to double plow.

    I was quite content riding the driver’s cock, facing his face, as he lay on his back on my cot. I lost my contentment and gained a half hour of “Holy Fuck!” when the Indian slid in behind me, encircled my chest with his arms, pitched me forward, and entered me with his snaking cock on top of the driver’s thick one. They played me like a calliope and left me just a few hours before dawn, exhausted, sweating profusely, and with my tongue hanging out.

    The sweat turned out not to be from the sex. By the time Bull entered my tent at dawn to rouse me, I was wrapped in a blanket alternating between chills and hot flushes, sweating like a pig, and chattering my teeth.

    Bull pronounced the dreaded word: malaria.

    As I was being bundled aboard the float plane, I heard the drums playing. It seemed to me that they were a bit more loose in rhythm and had a lighter beat than before the driver fucked me. I hoped I’d had a good influence on the driver’s music. Bull was helping to tuck me in on the plane and was regretting that I hadn’t been able to stick it out to cross the equator later in the week. My regret was that I had to leave before I had experienced Bull’s cock-and Jim Jackson’s, for that matter. The medic was looking really good to me, and I wondered what might be possible on the way back to Kinshasa. Would the plane fly high enough to qualify for the mile-high club? I wondered.


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  • Neighborhood Boys get their Revenge

    Before we get to the story, you need to know a little background information.

    The 6 of us boys grew up together. We are all from a small town in North Central Indiana. We all come from middle class families where mom and dad both worked and we all have several siblings each. Five of us were born in this neighborhood and the 6th come moved here before he started kindergarten. We’ve been around each other our whole lives and we do everything together. We grew up playing little league, peewee football, and soccer. Whatever one of us wanted to do, the rest followed suit. We were inseparable as kids and are still pretty much that way as adults.

    When we hit our early teens, we experimented like all boys do. We were curious as to what the other guys had, how big theirs was compared to ours, did it look the same… About that time, James was the first one to grow pubic hair and he couldn’t wait to show it off. I think Rick was second followed by me, Stephen, Robert and Toby. At that time, getting pubes was better than anything. Once every one had some, then we had to compare; who had more, whose was curly and whose was straight… With the introduction of pubic hair, our dicks started to change. Then size was a real issue along with curving up, curving down, curving sideways, who had the biggest head… And with our dicks changing, so did our balls. We compared everything.

    Then the contests began. Who could shoot their load the farthest? Who could cum the fastest? Who could come more than once? Who produced the most cum? Then the games turned more sexual where we would dare someone to suck off the others. We all took our turns being the suckee and the sucker. Some were better than others but we all got pretty good at it. Then sucking turned to fucking. Stephen had the longest dick and James had the thickest. Both hurt when it was my turn to get fucked, but like the rest of the gang, I took my turn.

    All this took place in a storage building behind Toby’s house. They didn’t mind that we used it as our clubhouse. His dad was going to make a workshop out of it but when he kept having kids, they needed more space so it became a storage building. We teased Toby that they must sleep in the closets since it was only a 3 bedroom house and at that time there were 6 kids. Eventually, there were 3 more.

    One day during one of our “I dare you to suck…” sessions, Toby’s older brother caught us in the shed. I think Rick was sucking and the rest of us were standing around him without our pants, jerking off. Toby’s brother, Kent, called us faggots, cocksuckers, queers-every name you can think of. We thought it would pass, but it didn’t. Whenever an adult was around, he was cool. But as soon as he was alone with us, it was back to faggot, cocksucker, ass hole licker, butt fucker… No one really seemed bothered by it and we actually thought it was fitting. We did suck cock, we did fuck each other, and we did swallow cum so it was all true. None of us acted gay and some of us even had girlfriends though nothing ever happened with them-not even kissing. We learned to accept it, ignore it and move on.

    During our sophomore year in High School, we all played football. We were split between offense and defense and none of us were any good. Since it was a small town, we played no matter how bad we were. Toby’s older brother was still relentless calling our group names. No one questioned why he was doing it. I guess they thought it was a big brother picking on a little brother and his friends. All was good until one day after practice, James lost it. He was yelling and screaming that his was sick of being called those names and wanted to fight Kent. This was making Kent happy knowing he finally got one of us upset. Kent’s friends egged him on while we tried to control James. Coach came over and broke things up. Well, he thought he did.

    James went back to talk to the coach during practice which was a total waste of time. Coach wasn’t concerned with anything other than what was happening on the field. He told James to work things out with Kent after practice since they both would be putting up the equipment.

    James came over to me and told me to get the rest of the guys to stay after practice but to hide out until he and Kent went into the locker room. He had a plan. He said not to hang out in the locker room and to stay out of sight, outside. Once he and Kent went inside, just follow him and do what he said. I managed to get to the other guys and no one had a problem with taking care of Kent.

    After practice was over, the team went in to the locker room to shower and change before going home. Me and the rest of the gang hung around the side of the building away from the locker room entrance until we saw the last of the equipment was taken from the field. Our coach never stayed around after practice for fear of having to talk to a parent. He made sure the door was locked and drove away. We slowly made our way around the building. We were about 30-40 feet behind James and Kent. I couldn’t hear everything, but Kent was laughing at James and still calling his a cocksucker and faggot.

    Kent went through the doorway first followed by James and the rest of our gang. James shouted for Kent to stop, which he did. He told him to stop calling us names. Kent laughed one more time and James yelled to ‘get him’. We all dropped our helmets, knocked James out of the way and tackled Kent to the floor of the locker room. James asked if he wanted to apologize yet. Kent replied, “No fucking way, faggots.” Kent was pinned by all of us, but what was the next step in James’ plan?

    James turned around and shuffled back to the coach’s door across from the outside door. Next to it was a shelf with training supplies. He picked up a couple of rolls of tape and skidded back to us. Cleats and concrete don’t mix.

    James told us to tape his wrists and ankles but to leave lots of extra tape at the end. Rick laid on him while Stephen, Robert, Toby and I taped him up. No one could decide on how much to leave so we all left about 3 feet of extra tape. Rick also used his hands to muffle his yells. Coach was gone as well as the other players so no one was going to hear him until tomorrow morning. What the hell was his plan?

    Once we were finished taping his wrists and ankles, James wrapped the tape around his head covering his mouth. Kent was able to push it away from his mouth with his tongue and started yelling. Rick used his hands to muffle him again but this wasn’t going to last very long. Kent was bigger than us being he was a junior.

    Rick asked what we were going to do to stop him from yelling. That’s when James kicked off his cleats and began to unlace his football pants. He undid the belt and pulled them off standing there with just his jockstrap, socks, shoulder pads and practice jersey. In a flash, he started yanking down his jockstrap and wadded it up in a ball. He told Rick to hold Kent’s mouth open and get the tape ready. James stuffed his stinky, used jockstrap in Kent’s mouth then taped it in there. No way was he going to use his tongue to remove the tape now.

    James told us to move him to the back hallway of the locker room where the support posts form a row. Once we had him back there, we stood him up after we taped his ankles to the poles. Once he was standing, his wrists were next. Now he couldn’t move. There was just enough room for him to wiggle around but he couldn’t yell slurs at us nor could he touch us. This set James into high gear.

    “Hey, faggot. I’m talking to you. You like the taste of my jockstrap in your mouth? I’ve shot a few loads in it for you. All that saliva from your mouth should be turning that hard, crusty jizz into creamy pudding soon. You like the taste of jizz in your mouth, don’t you?”

    All Kent could do is shake his head no.

    “Was that a no? Wrong answer faggot.” James said as he turned and walked back to the front of the locker room. He picked up something from the training shelves and came back to where we were all standing around Kent. James balled up his fist and slugged Kent in the side of his face. “You better learn to give me the right answer.” Then he pulled out what he had been hiding from his other hand-a pair of scissors. He sliced up the center of Kent’s jersey and then down both sleeves. The cut jersey fell to the floor.

    “Lookie there faggot. Something happened to your jersey. I wonder how you are going to explain that to coach tomorrow at practice? You better start giving me the right answer, understand?”

    Kent shook his head up and down as James undid the buckles on Kent’s shoulder pads. Once they were undone, he took the shoulder pads and threw them on top of the cut jersey. Kent wore a cut up t-shirt under his shoulder pads. The bottom had been removed, the neck was cut into a V and the sleeves were cut off so it was basically a few threads covering his nipples. James took his scissors and cut it the same way as the jersey leaving Kent bare chested. James stood back from Kent admiring his chest and abdomen. Kent had a large treasure trail leading from the top of his football pants to his navel. Everything above the navel was smooth except for a few hairs around his nipples. As James stared, his dick started getting chubby. He reached out and pinched both of Kent’s nipples.

    “You like having these pinched, queer?” James asked. Kent shook his head no. “I thought all fags like to have their nipples pinched. And you gave me another wrong answer. Why can’t you give me the right answer faggot?” James said in a condescending tone. He balled up his fist and hit him in the face again. Now his nose started to drip a little bit of blood.

    “Ah, look. The faggot is starting to bleed. I can’t wait until I fuck that ass of his and make it bleed too.”

    Robert looked scared and said we’d gone too far. Stephen agreed. Rick and I wanted more. We all had taken years of abuse from this asshole and now was our chance to get revenge.

    James too his scissors and started cutting up Kent’s left leg of his football pants. Kent was trying to shake his leg and whimpered to get James to stop. The tape prevented him from moving and yelling. He cut all the way up to his thigh and had to move around his pad. As he worked his way up to the waist band he said, “Got to be careful up here. We don’t want you to be bare assed naked in front of a bunch of cock sucking faggots. I’ll make sure I don’t cut your jockstrap, fag.” He cut through the belt and Kent’s fuzzy left leg was exposed. James bent down and did the same thing to his right leg leaving Kent taped to the poles wearing his cleats, socks and jock.

    After James made the final cut, Kent’s pants fell between his legs and James stepped back. James’ chubby dick was now a full, raging hardon. “Looks like I’m not the only want with a hardon, am I faggot?” James reached out and grabbed the pouch of Kent’s jock. He was right. Kent’s dick was so hard it pushed the pouch outward and upward allowing one his hairless balls to hang out. “I knew you were a queer like the rest of us. Only difference is you won’t admit it, will you?” James asked Kent while squeezing his cock and letting Kent’s other ball hang out. Now his jockstrap was only concealing his cock.

    “Are you a faggot like the rest of us? Before you answer, it better be the correct answer-you understand me?” James asked Kent. “Are you a faggot?” Kent shook his head no. James balled up his left fist and struck Kent on the other side of his face. Blood started pouring from his nose and it looked like blood was forming under the tape. His lip may have been busted, too.

    Toby seemed scared and wanted to stop. He started pleading with James to let Kent go. James said he was just beginning and Toby could leave if he wanted to, but he was going to get his revenge. Toby didn’t leave nor did the rest of us.

    “Well, faggot. I’m not sure what to cut off next? All you got left is your shoes, socks and jock. I know, let’s set your dick free. It looks cramped in that jockstrap.” James took out his scissors and cut a strap right next to the pouch. As the strap sprung backwards, his dick pushed the pouch up at least two inches. “Woa there faggot. You look pretty excited for someone who’s not queer.” James cut the other strap and the pouch was almost pushed against his treasure trail. “Tell you what faggot; I’m going to cut the rest of that pouch off so we can get to your dick easily. Is that OK with you?”

    Kent shook his head no. “Wrong answer you stupid queer. Why can’t you learn how to answer my questions correctly? Do I have to knock your teeth out first?” Kent flinched because he knew what was coming next. James started smacking his cheek with the palm of his hand. “Oh, I hate to hurt that pretty face of yours anymore. There’s another place I’m thinking about hurting. Got any ideas where that may be? You may be a virgin now, but in a few minutes, I’m going to pop that cherry of yours. I’m not going to ask you right now, but I bet you want this cock of mine stuck up your asshole.” James said while shaking and stroking his cock. Kent’s eye widened and showed a real sign of fear. “Oh don’t worry faggot, it won’t hurt for long. And after you get used to it, you will be begging me to fuck you harder. I bet you’ll be begging all of us to fuck you.” James turned and walked back to the training table. He picked up something and started walking back. He went around to the back of Kent and we all turned our heads to watch.

    “Bend over and poke that ass out, fag.” James opened a small container of Vaseline and started smearing it on his cock. Kent did as he was told and with his limited mobility, bent over at the waist and stuck his ass out. James lined up the head of his dick against Kent’s hairless asshole. Kent pulled away and attempted to clamp his butt cheeks together. James grabbed a handful of his dark, straight hair, pulled his head back causing his neck to arch and told him not to move. Kent assumed the position again and James brushed his dick against Kent’s asshole. “There, is that enough lube for you?” Kent started muttering through the jockstrap planted in his mouth something no one could understand but everyone knew what he was saying. “Alright fag, I’ll give you a little more lube. I don’t want to completely rip you ass apart. I need to save some for the rest of the gang.”

    James took out a big glob and smeared it on his asshole. Then forcefully, he inserted a finger. Kent winced and moaned. “You like that? You want another?” Before he could even get used to one finger, James inserted both his index and middle finger into Kent’s asshole. Kent was screaming and you could tell he was in pain. “That’s enough prep work, isn’t it guys? I think he’s ready to be fucked.” James pulled out his fingers and Kent sighed. James stroked his cock once or twice, planted his head against Kent’s asshole while holding the base and in one push, buried it all the way in. James was packing about a 6 ½ cock that was thick. Of all the guys in our gang, I really enjoyed getting fucked by him. What he lacked in length, he made up in girth.

    Every muscle in Kent’s body constricted as he arched his neck and back gasping for air to help ease the pain. “That’s it faggot. Give me your cherry. I took your fucking cherry! Aw, this asshole is tight guys. You won’t believe how tight he is. Just wait until Rick breaks you in. He’s got a 9 inch dick that will reach places I can’t get to. You will love the curve, too.” James kept talking and fucking Kent. From Kent’s facial expressions, it was beginning to turn from pain to pleasure-not that he would ever admit it.

    I couldn’t take my eyes off James fucking Kent. I’d watched everyone in our gang fuck and get fucked, but this time it was different-very different. I hadn’t touched my dick and it was beginning to ache-still tucked away in my jockstrap beneath my football pants. I broke my stare to see what the other guys were doing and all of them had stripped completely naked. I was the only one clothed. I kicked my cleats off and was naked in less than 30 seconds. I didn’t want to touch my dick for fear of blowing my load. My dick was already twitching and jumping from just watching James fuck Kent. There was a huge wet spot in the center of the pouch of my jockstrap lying on the floor and I was dripping precum He’d been initiating his hole for about 4 minutes and showed no signs of stopping. I’d be lucky if I could last four pumps before I shot off a load.

    “Anyone else want to fuck this fag before I give him my load?” James asked us. Everyone said no, but someone had a good comment. “You took his cherry; you need to be the first one to seed his ass. Blast away and I’ll take sloppy seconds.” James picked up speed and was plowing his cherry ass. He pulled all the way out and then rammed his cock home. Kent was squirming and whimpering. On the second ramming, he missed Kent’s hole, well most of it. I think he hit the rim and then his dick slipped upwards causing Kent to yelp like a wounded puppy. The third penetration did it-James was planting is seed in a virgin ass. Kent was still recovering from the near miss while James held steady and dropped his load so deep, it would probably never come out.

    “You like me shooting my jizz in your ass, faggot. Now that you’ve been bred, you’re one of us. You are a real faggot now. How does it feel to be a real faggot with jizz up your shitter? Alright guys, who’s next?”

    Stephen was next. I’m not sure if he wanted sloppy seconds or not, but he was getting it. His dick was the longest in our gang at 9 inches and the end of it turned upwards. I wouldn’t say it curved, but it definitely pointed up. He wiped his head around Kent’s asshole to lube it up with some of the cum from Stephen. I don’t think he used any Vaseline. He aimed his dick down so the head was touching Kent’s asshole and started pushing it in. James’ dick was thicker but I think the curvature of Stephen’s dick was causing some pain for Kent. He started squirming and wiggling until Stephen just rammed the whole thing in there. Kent whimpered and looked like he was going to cry. Stephen’s dick was reaching places James’ dick couldn’t. I’ve had that curved beast up my ass and I know what it feels like. Kent was getting used to the length and curve when Robert stepped up. He ripped the tape off Kent’s mouth and Kent spit out James’ jockstrap. Just as Kent was about to cuss us out, Robert broken the tape holding his arms to the poles and forced his hands to the floor. Robert shoved his dick in Kent’s mouth and started cumming. Kent tried to back off it but his ankles prevented it along with Stephen firmly planted behind him still fucking his ass. Robert also had a grip on the back of his head forcing him to take his cum. “Here’s some fresh cum for you. I bet you sucked that jockstrap clean. And every fag loves the taste of cum.” Robert barked at Kent.

    After Robert finished cumming, his dick started softening quickly and Kent was getting vocal again. There were threats of what was going to happen once he got free and how he would get his friends to help him beat the shit out of us. Stephen swatted his hairless ass once or twice to egg him on and tell him who was in control at that moment. Once Stephen said he was about to cum, James picked up the spit soaked jockstrap and told Stephen to shoot his load on it. Stephen pulled is dick from Kent’s ass and started jacking at a lightning pace. James wrapped the jockstrap around the end of his dick so none of the cum would be wasted. Stephen was moaning and twitching from James squeezing the jockstrap around his sensitive head. Finally, he told James enough was enough and to leave his dick alone. James released the hold on Stephen’s cock, folded the jockstrap so the fresh cum was on the outside and walked back to Kent’s face. “Here you go fag-fresh cum for you to suck on while the last two fuck your ass. I hope you enjoy it as much as we do. Now open your fucking mouth, faggot.”

    James wiped a glob of cum onto his waiting tongue before shoving the rest of it in his mouth. “Don’t spit it out-do you understand me, queer?” Kent shook his head yes. “If you spit it out, it will only make things worse. Do I need to tape you mouth shut?” Kent shook his head no. “Good boy. You are learning. I knew I could teach you how to answer my questions. You’re a smart faggot, aren’t you?” Kent shook his head yes. “I really didn’t want to punch your nose again-especially after it stopped bleeding. Do I need to teach you another lesson, cocksucker?” Kent shook his head no. “Who’s next?”

    Toby didn’t move or say anything so I stepped up. “You want to fuck him?” Stephen asked me. I replied, “I guess so.” “Well, what are you waiting for? Christmas?” I leaned down and got a little bit of Vaseline and smeared it on my dick. I leaned down to get more but James told he was lubed enough and after the longest and thickest dicks, I was good to go. I stepped behind him and was mesmerized by his asshole gapping open. It was moving in and out but wouldn’t close. Also, it was swollen and looked like it was turning more reddish purple. That didn’t stop me. I wasn’t as long or as thick as the other two, but I planted my big mushroom headed cock into his ass with one push. He moaned and took it like a champ. I don’t know if it was the other cum or his hole being stretched out, but his asshole felt hotter than the other guys and very silky-smooth. Almost like you were humping the mattress on your parent’s bed with silk sheets. That, along with the fact I had stroked my dick while I watched the other guys fuck him, had me to the breaking point in no time at all. I felt like a wuss because I didn’t last as long as the other guys, but I couldn’t. My balls pulled up against the base of my dick and started kicking in. From the feel of it, I unloaded about 3 gallons of cum inside his ass. The blasts were more intense than I’d ever felt. My knees were shaking and I felt wobbly. I leaned over and put my chest on his back. “You going to pass out Jack?” Stephen asked. I couldn’t speak. My quivering was being mistaken for pumping the last bit of cum out of my balls. I finally regained my stability and raised up with my dick still firmly seated in his ass. It better close after I pull my dick out or he would be standing in a pool of cum. I eased back until just my mushroom head was still inside. I wanted to see if he would push it out. I saw some movement of his ass lips, but he didn’t push me out. I let it slowly slide out only to be followed by a generous amount of ass juice being deposited on the concrete floor. The splattering noise echoed throughout the locker-room. Kent’s brother, Toby, was up next.

    “This is for all those times you came on my face. Let’s see how you like it.” Toby was jacking off-thinking he was going to shoot a big load onto Kent’s face. I’d seen Toby cum before-he wasn’t a big shooter. I suggested we make him lay on the floor, face up, so Toby could come on his face. Rick and Robert cut the tape from the poles that were attached to his ankles. Kent voluntarily laid down on the floor. As he did that, he removed the used, wet jockstrap from his mouth and placed it over his dick. I looked and Rick and James were jacking off again. Until someone came, I had a plan. I squatted over Kent’s face and told him to eat my shit hole. My aim wasn’t good when I squatted over him, but Kent scooted on the floor to get his tongue up my ass. For someone that has never eaten ass before, he was doing a perfect job. He did such a great job sticking his tongue deep in my shitter, that my dick started getting hard again. I hope he was enjoying all that sweat and stink-especially after a tough practice. Since my dick was getting hard, I started jerking, too. I pushed my ass out so he could get in it easier when he started sucking on it. That did it. I shot my second load all over his chest and I was only half hard! While I was dropping my second load, I could feel my asshole constrict on his tongue. I was in heaven.

    I guess me shooting again brought Toby to his peak. He stepped forward and I stood up. He knelt down. It wasn’t a big load, but he came all over his brother’s face. “There you go-payback is hell, isn’t it?” Rick and James started firing their loads too. Once everyone was finished, Kent was covered with cum and his dick was standing straight up, barely covered by James’ spit soaked, cum laden jockstrap placed over it.

    James knelt down. “OK, faggot. Your turn to cum. Are you ready to show us what you got?” He removed the jockstrap, scraped up some cum from his stomach and circled his fingers around his stiff dick. In slow motion, he was jacking him off paying close attention to his head. He would twist his hand around it and then back again. He didn’t squeeze it or move very fast. Rather than just jack him off with his fingers touching his thumb, every few strokes he would push Kent’s dick between his index and middle fingers while still twisting around the head. “I’m going to cum. Get ready, here it comes. Faster-jerk faster.” James didn’t speed up. He kept the same pace. When Kent exploded, he shot cum everywhere. It was in his hair, on his face, on the floor by his sides and all over his chest and stomach. That was one of the largest cum fountains I have ever seen-even until today. “That’s a big load for a cock jerking faggot. When did you jerk off last?” Kent replied, “This morning, when I woke up.” I wonder what he used as a toss rag to control explosions like that.

    “Alright you queer, cock sucking, ass fucked, jockstrap junkie faggot. You better treat us with some respect or we can make things worse for you. You understand me?” James asked Kent. “I promise. No more harassment as long as you let me be part of your club. Do you think I can join?” Kent asked.

    “I don’t know. We’ll have to get together and decided if we want a cock sucking fag like you around us. We’ll let you know what we decide.” Kent said with a grin.

    Toby asked how Kent was going to explain his jersey, pants and jockstrap cut to pieces as well as his bloody nose. James answered back, “I guess they got ripped during practice or someone torn them while trying to tackle him. And for his nose, he got hit while standing on the side line. Knocked his ass to the ground while he should have been watching. Coach made his stay after practice to run laps. That’s why he’s late too.” “But how’s he going to replace the equipment? We can’t pay for it.” Toby replied. “Our practice uniforms are old game uniforms. They get torn up all the time. As for his jockstrap, he can keep the one he was chewing on. I’ve got another one at home.” James replied.

    By now, Rick, Stephen, Robert and I were in the showers washing off the stink from practice and Kent’s ass juice from our dicks. We were whispering about what we could do to Kent for the initiation. We were thinking about a camping trip out in the woods where we could use and abuse Kent all night long. Even though Rick and I gave Kent two loads, we were both getting chubbies again thinking about all the possibilities. Maybe we had time to give him one more load in the shower before we all headed home.


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  • Obsession of the masculine

    Charlie walked stiffly toward his dorm as Austin carried his bike. With both knees and both elbows bandaged and the wheel on his bike bent it was obvious to those they passed Charlie had taken a nasty spill. Austin helped him lock up his bike at the bike rack outside his dorm and told him to call him later. Charlie made his way into the dorm and for the first time since moving in when he was carrying boxes of his belongings, he waited on the elevator. As he went down the corridor he passed two guys on his floor, both gave him startled looks asking him if he was okay.

    “I’m good” Charlie replied, unable to stop himself from smiling. His bike was out of commission till the driver’s insurance came through to repair it and his knees and elbows hurt, and he was sore all over, but he was good; real good. He entered his room to find Ryan sitting at his desk, text books open, laptop up and running, papers scattered everywhere. Ryan turned to him and instantly a worried look came over his face.

    “Fuck, what happened to you?”

    “I took a spill on my bike.”

    “When? Yesterday? Where have you been; the hospital?” Ryan’s questions fired at a rapid rate, Charlie unable to answer one without the next one following.

    “Yes, it was yesterday afternoon. I was riding around town and a car pulled out…” and Ryan interrupted him.

    “A car?! You got hit by a car?”

    “Yeah…let me finish. It isn’t that bad” and Charlie explained what happened, his riding down one of the streets, not paying attention, although the reason he glossed over and then how the car turned out from a parking space and he nailing it in the front fender.

    “Jesus, Charlie, you’re lucky you didn’t break an arm or a leg. Is your bike okay?”

    “The front wheel is bent but the driver’s insurance is to repair it.”

    Charlie made his way to his bed and eased down on it, slowly bringing his stiff legs up and down.

    “Shit, I’m stiff this morning.”

    Ryan turned facing Charlie, his expression questioning. Charlie realized Ryan was staring at him and as he stretched out, hands behind his head he looked back at Ryan.

    “What?” he asked.

    “Well…where the fuck were you last night?”

    “Oh, I stayed at a friend’s apartment. He gave me a ride home this morning and helped me with my bike.”

    “A friend?” and Charlie could see Ryan was questioning this explanation, knowing he had not been doing anything with anyone for the first two weeks. Charlie ignored him as he settled down.

    “Damn I’m still exhausted. I didn’t sleep well last night” and Charlie relaxed on his bed, eyes closed and after a few seconds he heard Ryan turn back to his studies.

    When Charlie woke it was a little after noon and he saw Ryan was gone, his laptop closed and his desk back in order. Charlie called Austin and they talked casually at first, Charlie hesitant to express his feelings but Austin suddenly asked him if he had fun last night. Last night when they had made out so many times Charlie couldn’t cum any more, and he had to make Austin stop stroking his cock.

    “Yes, Austin…it was…great” he admitted.

    Austin told him he’d pick him up at six to go grab something to eat and hung up. Charlie threw on some shorts and shirt and headed to the cafeteria for a quick lunch. His legs and arms were stiff and it took a while to get moving but by the time he got to the ground floor and headed out he was able to walk normally. Everyone he passed gave him a look of either concern or awe at how banged up he looked and Charlie nodded back at each of them as he made his way to the cafeteria.

    Back in his dorm room he tried to focus on his studies, knew he needed to get complete before Austin arrived but he kept looking at the clock, watching the minutes pass until he turned it away from him, cut his music down lower and told himself time would pass faster if he just focused on his studies and got them done. He soon had English complete, History followed and when he closed the last text book he turned the clock around and saw it was ten till six.

    “Oh shit” he exclaimed as he jumped up, grabbed his toiletries and towel and took off to the bathroom. He raced through his routine and when he was in the shower he got the bandages off and tossed them out. He roughly dried off, water still dripping from his hair and his legs still wet, and raced back to his room. The door was ajar and he thought it had to be Ryan. He pushed it open, rushing in and came to an abrupt stop. Ryan was seated at his desk and Austin was seated in his chair turned facing Ryan and it was obvious they had been in conversation.

    “There you are” Ryan said, “Austin says you guys are going to grab dinner somewhere” and Charlie caught his tone, the questioning nature of it.

    “Yeah, something a little better than the cafeteria; kind of tired of eating the there.”

    Charlie came in, realizing he had to put on his clothes in front of Austin, which he kind of liked the idea, but he also had to do it in front of Ryan too, and that could be a problem. He went to the closet and then the drawers under his bed and got his clothes out and when he stood up and turned away from the guys he pulled the towel away from his waist and finished drying off.

    “Charlie, you need to put bandages back on one knee and one elbow, their bleeding again” Austin said and Charlie looked at his right elbow, and seeing no blood, looked at the left where he saw a small trickle of blood running down his arm.

    “Shit, I thought they had stopped bleeding.”

    Charlie slipped his briefs and shorts on when he noticed Austin picking up the medical supplies he had sent home with Charlie.

    “Sit down and I’ll help you get bandaged” Austin said and Ryan looked around, his eyebrows raised, amused at the scene before him. He watched as Charlie sat on his bed and Austin got down on his knees in front and gently applied the ointment to one knee. He watched as Austin cut a bandage to the size needed and taped it down, and how Austin looked at Charlie, his voice soft and intimate, told Charlie he didn’t need a bandage on the other knee and to let him see his elbows. Ryan observed how Austin did these things for Charlie, touched him so casually, and it all came together, what he was seeing and he had to turn back to his computer to keep them from seeing him smile. He now knew why Charlie had been so introverted at first, kept to himself, his upbringing making it worse, for it was obvious there was something between Austin and him.

    Austin surprised Charlie by going back to his place for dinner, where they cooked out, and ended up sitting on the sofa afterward, Charlie lying back against Austin as Austin played in his hair, twirling fingers around in it. Music continued to play in the background as they talked, casual conversation, about their family, their classes and what class load they had the coming week and when they had fallen silent for a moment, Charlie snuggled up to Austin and turned to look up at him.

    “Thanks for dinner” Charlie said.

    “You’re welcome. I just didn’t want to go out to some restaurant, especially these around campus. Can you stay tonight?”

    “I want to but I have to get to class early and you said you had a project to get set up for presenting tomorrow, so I should get back to the dorm.”

    “I know, I know, but…well you don’t have to be back right now” and Austin pulled Charlie down into his lap flat on his back and leaned down kissing him. Austin ran his hand over Charlie’s chest, down over his stomach and over his crotch, groping him firmly, feeling Charlie’s cock respond to his touch. Charlie pushed up against Austin’s hand, lost himself to Austin’s touch and he reached up and held Austin’s neck and they continued to kiss. Austin unbuttoned Charlie’s shirt, working each button free and spreading the shirt open, revealing the lean flat chest, the skin smooth, soft, and he ran his hand down Charlie’s chest and over his stomach. Charlie responded to the touch, the way Austin’s hand felt against him. Austin undid his shorts, tugged them open, and pushed his hand down underneath the boxers taking Charlie’s growing erection.

    The feel of Austin’s hand on his cock made Charlie get fully erect and he reached down and pushed his shorts and boxers down as far as he could reach, getting them to mid-thigh. He body lay exposed, his shirt pushed open, his shorts and boxers pushed down and Austin ran his hands over Charlie, felt the warm soft skin, and Charlie squirmed with the touch, felt so alive, the way Austin’s very touch sent shivers through him.

    Charlie rolled off the sofa and eased gently down on his sore knees, smiling with the slight pain, the way he bore it, and he eased up between Austin’s legs and kissed him as he ran his hands over Austin’s chest, down over his stomach and groped his cock through his shorts. Charlie tugged Austin’s t-shirt up and over his head, revealing the lean, muscular torso and Charlie kissed Austin’s chest, tongued his nipples, and he nipped one, tugged on it with his teeth making Austin cry out. Charlie pulled on Austin thighs and got him to slide down a little, allowing him to straighten at the waist and Charlie leaned down and put his mouth to the bulge, breathed on it, mouthed it, feeling it get larger, harder and Austin pushed upward as he balled his hands into tight fist and breathed deeply to control himself. Charlie looked up at Austin, his smile having a wicked tone, and he began to undo Austin’s shorts, tugged them open and without hesitation, he tugged them and his briefs down, all the way allowing him to work them off each foot.

    Austin was naked with Charlie between his legs, Charlie’s loose open shirt lightly rubbing over his legs as Charlie sucked his cock into his mouth. As Charlie worked his mouth up and down the hard shaft he worked his shirt completely off, then his shorts and boxers one leg at a time till he too was naked. Austin’s cock quickly was at full hardness, so erect it flexed in Charlie’s mouth and began to drool out pre-cum, sweet on Charlie’s tongue.

    Charlie sat up and looked at Austin, leaned back, his hard cock sticking up and he ran his hands slowly up Austin’s legs, rubbed them softly feeling the smooth skin.

    “Fuck me?” Charlie whispered his voice a mixture of desire and fear. Austin merely nodded and shifted over letting Charlie get back on the sofa and down on his back. Austin moved up between Charlie’s legs, gently took each behind the knee and pushed back folding Charlie over, turning his ass upward, spread open, his hole exposed ready for his cock. He moved over Charlie as he pushed Charlie’s legs back and rubbed his cock over him, felt the wet slick head rub the soft flesh of Charlie’s ass, run along the open crevice, probed Charlie’s opening, push against it, feeling its tightness.

    “Put it in me, Austin” Charlie asked in such a soft low voice Austin barely heard him, but he knew the desire and he bore down and breached the opening, stretched the tight ring with the head of his cock and he held still letting Charlie get use to the penetration. Austin saw the way the pain of initial penetration showed on Charlie’s face but slowly he saw the pain give way to the pleasure, saw Charlie look up at him and nod, felt Charlie push up with his ass and Austin pushed down, eased more of his cock into the tight hole.

    Charlie threw his arms out and over his head as he lay back taking Austin’s cock, the way Austin eased it all the way into his hole, their bodies coming together, hot to every sensitive touch, and Charlie moaned loudly as Austin pushed the last of his cock into him bringing his body to rest on top of him. Austin ran a hand over Charlie’s head, through the wet hair around the perimeter where he was sweating and he kissed Charlie roughly, buried his tongue deep into Charlie’s mouth and began to work his hips, up and back down, over and over and over, and Charlie grunted as Austin bottomed out in his hole on each downward thrust, as Austin’s body bore down on him.

    Charlie had never felt this before, the way a man could be interlocked into another, the way his cock could feel so deeply embedded inside him, and he pushed up against the undulating body of Austin, felt the way Austin got faster, his need to fuck increase and he took it, every push of cock into him, every movement of body on body and he felt his own cock, being rubbed between their bodies, with the head so sensitive it got hard and wet and slick.

    Austin’s fuck got faster, harder, his breathing rough with his hot breath hitting Charlie on the neck, and Charlie took it, wanted it, as he felt Austin move against the back of his thighs, against his stomach, and over his cock. His cock ached it was so hard, and he spread his legs slightly, let Austin’s body moved down tighter against him, rub his cock harder till he couldn’t take it any longer, the way Austin’s smooth warm skin rubbed against the head of his cock and he came, gushing out cum between them, the warm cum getting smeared between their bodies and Austin felt it, each spasm of ejaculation on his cock and he shoved in hard, short jabbing thrusts and as Charlie pumped out the last of his load Austin began to fill him with his own.

    It was late, nearly midnight when Charlie eased into his dorm room. Ryan had left a desk lamp on and he was in his top bunk turned toward the wall. Charlie made his way to his desk, putting his wallet and keys down. He eased his shirt off, then his shorts and turned off the lamp. Moving familiarly in the dark he went to the lower bunk and eased gently down. He lay on his back and smiled at the way the evening had gone, they way they had made love again in the shower, Austin taking his cock till he pumped his second load into him. He lay there thinking of their plans later in the week when both have gotten past deadlines for one class or another. He took a deep breath, trying to relax, make himself ease into sleep.

    Ryan shifted in the bunk above and suddenly Charlie could make out his silhouette as he leaned his head down from above and realized he was looking down at him.

    “So roommate, when were you going to tell me you’re gay?”


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  • Hot For My Best Friend

    Bo Douglas woke up with a start when he rolled over and realized he was alone in the bed. He sat up and looked all around the room. The blinking neon light just outside the fourth floor window offered plenty of light for him to tell that his best friend, Dustin, wasn’t in the room. He jumped out of bed and checked the bathroom to be sure, but it was empty. The room was chilly again but the steam pipes were cracking and hissing so it would be warm again in a few minutes. Too warm. Then too cold. The Ellisburg “Y”, where the two young athletes were holed up to get out of a blizzard, was one of the last of the old YMCAs that still clung to their original mission, that of providing a safe, warm place for young men to stay. The building was old, the heating system was a virtual power plant, but not an efficient one.

    “What the hell… where the hell did he go?” Bo muttered as he went over to the window and peered out. “Well, shit! What the fuck!” he swore, when he saw Dustin across the street, standing in front of a late night café, looking back at the Y. “What the hell is he doing out there in this shitty weather?” he wondered aloud. He watched him for a moment. He was just staring up at the blinking neon light, or the window, with his hands in his pockets. Something was wrong. Bo hurried to get into his clothes.

    Dressed and bundled up, he rushed downstairs and through the lobby and out into the cold night. As he ran across the street Dustin turned away and walked up the street, away from him.

    “Dustin!” he called out. “Dustin, wait up!” He wasn’t running away from him, but he was walking briskly and Bo had to run to catch up with him. He put a hand on his shoulder to stop him. “Man, where’re you going? What’re you doing up at this hour, out in this friggin’ weather. It’s two a.m., and that’s probably the temperature too, about two degrees.”

    “It was cold in the room. I couldn’t sleep,” Dustin said as he walked on.

    Bo laughed. “And you came out here to get warm?” He ran ahead of him and turned and trotted backwards, squarely in front of him. “Come on, what’s up, man? What’re you doing?”

    Dustin stopped in his tracks. “I can’t sleep in that room,” he said.

    “Why? It’s warming up as we speak. The steam pipes were cracking and hissing when I left. It’ll be plenty warm when we get back.”

    Dustin tried to walk around him but Bo blocked his way. Finally Dustin stopped in his tracks with a heaved sigh.

    “You’re not going anywhere till you tell me what’s wrong,” Bo said. “And it’s not the heat,” he added.

    Dustin bit his lip then sighed again. “Okay, it’s not the cold, or the heat, or the room. It was a bad idea, deciding to stop for the night. We should’ve driven on.”

    “Dude, we were driving into a blizzard! They were blocking off the roads!” He took him by the shoulders. “What’s really wrong? You’re gonna tell me.”

    Dustin looked down for a moment, then looked back up, right into Bo’s eyes, and said, “I can’t sleep in the same room with you, Bo, let alone in the same bed.”

    Bo had started to walk backwards again, with Dustin following him, but now they both stopped.

    “What? Why? What’d I do?” Bo asked, bewildered. “We’ve been sleeping over, in the same bed since we were kids.”

    “Not anymore. I can’t do it,” Dustin said, and tried again to move around him.

    “Whoa!” Bo said as he clasped both hands on Dustin’s shoulders again to block his way for good. “Stop right there. What the hell’s going on? What’s different all of a sudden? How did I change so, that you suddenly can’t stand to be in the same room with me?”

    “Please… don’t, Bo.”

    “Don’t what?”

    “Don’t go there. Don’t make me go there.”

    “Don’t go where? I don’t know where you’re even going,” Bo said.

    Suddenly, Dustin choked and twisted out of Bo’s grip and headed back in the other direction to get away from him. Bo got in step and walked with him till they got in front of the café then he stopped him again, blocking his way.

    “You wanta go in and get some hot chocolate or something, and talk about this?”

    “No.”

    “Then where’re you going?”

    “I don’t know, but you can go on back to the Y, I’ll be okay,” Dustin said.

    “You know I’m not going back till you do,” Bo stated flatly. “I saw you out the window. You were standing here just gazing up at the Y, at the window of our room, like you were looking for something.”

    “I was, in my mind. I was picturing you in it.”

    “Great, I’m picturing you in it with me,” said Bo.

    “Just go back, Bo, I’ll be okay. I’ll be up in a little while, I promise,” Dustin said.

    “Nope. I’m staying right with you till you tell me what’s going on,” Bo said.

    “I’m scared, Bo, that’s what’s going on.”

    “Scared? Of what?”

    Dustin looked down at his snow encrusted boots, then glanced at his friend and looked away.

    “Of what?” Bo asked again. “Whatever it is, I’m right here. We’ll fight it together. What’re you scared of?”

    “It’s not something we can fight together; it’s my battle,” Dustin said.

    “Fuck no, if it’s your fight, it’s my fight too,” Bo declared. “Now, what the fuck are you scared of?”

    Dustin turned his head to look away but Bo took him by the chin and turned his face back to face him. “Tell me,” he demanded.

    “Of you!” Dustin blurted. “I’m fuckin’ scared of you!”

    “Me! What’d I ever do to make you scared of me?” he asked with a pained look.

    “No, not you,” Dustin said, waving his hands. “I’m scared of myself.”

    “Dusty, now you’re scaring me. You’re talking crazy. Will you please tell me what’s going on.”

    “I’m gay, Bo, and I’m scared to death.”

    There was a sudden silence that seemed to fall over them like a heavy shroud; even the wind ceased for a moment.

    “Whoa! I… I didn’t hear that right… did I? Yeah, I did. You said… you’re gay. You’re gay?”

    “Scares you too, doesn’t it?” Dustin said. “That’s the reason I can’t be in that room alone with you, or in that little bed, especially naked. It’s too close. We’re too close. I was sleeping on the edge, clinging to the side of the mattress, afraid we would touch.”

    “What the hell would it matter if we touched? We’ve touched a thousand times when we’ve slept together.”

    “I know, but I can’t… anymore. I keep having these… these thoughts about… there… there are things… things I want to do, Bo, that you would kill me for.”

    “You’ve got no reason to be scared of me. I would never lay a hand on you, Dustin, and you know it,” Bo said sternly. “And it pisses me off that you would even say that.”

    “You would if… you would for this,” he said.

    “For what? What do you want to do to me? Oh, I know what gays like to do, in general, but what is it that you want to do exactly.” Dustin was shaking his head. “I wanta hear you say it,” Bo said. “I wanta hear you say it, because I don’t think you’re gay. I don’t think you know if you are either. I think you’re just confused about what you’re thinking. So tell me exactly what you want to do, then maybe… just maybe… I’ll consider believing you.”

    “I wanta touch you, all over. I want to feel your muscles. I want to kiss you, all over. I want to… I wanta hold your cock in my hands, and your balls, and put my mouth on your cock. I want to… Godd, just do so much……” He stopped suddenly, choked up, and tried to swallow the lump in his throat. “Tell me you wouldn’t wanta kill me for that.”

    “Dustin… no… I wouldn’t. I would not lay a hand on you, no matter what you tried,” Bo said with great emphasis. “Hey, can we either go inside here and get some hot chocolate, or go back up to the room; it’ll be warm by now. Or get some hot chocolate and take it up to the room, but fuck, it’s cold out here. I’ll sleep on the floor.”

    “All right.” Dustin turned to go into the café.

    They took a booth at the window and a cute waitress came over with menus, and an appreciative smile. She rattled off some specials then stood with her pad and pen in hand, still with the smile, her eyes shifting from one boy to the other.

    “You’ve got specials at this hour?” Bo asked with his killer smile.

    “We’re a late night café, we have specials right up till closing,” she said.

    “I just want some hot chocolate,” Dustin said.

    “Yeah, me too,” said Bo. He watched her walk away, his eyes glued to her firm butt rolling and churning inside her tight jeans. He watched till she had gone around the end of the counter then turned back Dustin.

    Dustin smiled rather grimly. “Tell me you wouldn’t rather have her up there in the bed with you,” he said.

    “So maybe, what if I would?”

    “No maybe about it. You’re probably getting boned up right now.”

    “So what if I would rather have her in the room with me for a little while? That’s got nothing to do with anything right now.”

    “You could order something to eat if you want,” Dustin said.

    “Stop trying to run away from me,” Bo said.

    “I’m sitting right across from you.”

    “And you’re still trying to run away from me. We’ve been best friends for how long? You shoulda known you don’t have to be afraid of me about anything. Don’t ever be afraid of me again, Dustin.”

    “It’s not that as much as being afraid of myself… of what I am.”

    “You’re not a what anything, dammit.”

    “I’m gay, Bo, doesn’t that mean anything to you?”

    “I’m straight, does that mean anything to you?” he shot back.

    “Yes, it means there’s a huge gap between us,” said Dustin.

    Bo reached across and punched him hard in the chest. “That’s not such a huge gap, is it, if I can reach you that easily,” he said smartly.

    “You know what I mean.”

    “No, I don’t. I’m sitting here looking at you, and I don’t see a damn thing different about you. Anything that is different, it’s all in your head, it’s not between us. I just wanta know what gave you the idea that you’re gay all of a sudden.”

    The waitress came with two cups of hot chocolate.

    “Sure there won’t be anything else?” she asked. “I’ll leave your ticket open in case you change your mind. But we close in a couple of hours.”

    “Thanks, but this will probably do it,” Bo said.

    Her eyes lingered on Bo for a second too long before she walked away, and Bo’s eyes lingered on her, longingly.

    “She wants you to order something to eat so you’ll stick around till closing,” Dustin said.

    “For what, to mop the floor or clean the grill?”

    “To clean her grill,” Dustin said. “Didn’t you see the way she was looking at you? I watched her eyes move back and forth, taking in your shoulders. Stick around till closing, I bet you could nail her.”

    “Yeah, well, what’s that got to do with us?” Bo said.

    “Can we just sit here and drink our hot chocolate, without hashing this over?” Dustin said.

    “All right,” Bo said, nodding. “But that’s not gonna make it go away.”

    They were both quiet, like Dustin wanted, interrupted only occasionally with remarks about nothing important. Twice the waitress came over to check on them, and both times, Bo followed her with his eyes till she disappeared in the kitchen.

    Dustin finished his hot chocolate and pushed the cup to the center of the table.

    “You ready?” Bo asked, slurping his down.

    “I am, but you’re staying,” Justin said.

    “I’m not staying.”

    Dustin got up and stepped around to clamp his hand on Bo’s shoulder to keep him from getting up. “Stick around and get yourself laid, stud.”

    “Believe it or not, I’m not in the mood to get laid,” Bo said as he stood up under the pressure of Justin’s hand. He walked over and paid their ticket.

    When they got back to the Y, there was a chill in the room.

    “Damn, the radiators are cold again. Guess we didn’t time that right,” Bo said as he closed the door behind them. He saw Dustin was shaking. “Don’t worry, we’ll get you warmed up. Come on, let’s get out of these clothes and under the covers.”

    “I didn’t know I was so cold; my teeth are chattering,” Dustin said.

    “You shouldn’t have stayed out there so long,” Bo told him. “You shouldn’t have gone out in the first place. You could’ve just told me.”

    “I was afraid to.”

    Bo was the first out of his clothes, completely naked on purpose, knowing that Dustin would follow his lead. “You want me to sleep on the floor?” he asked.

    “No, you’re not sleeping on the floor,” Dustin said.

    “Okay, get in here,” Bo said as he held the covers up for him. Dustin left his shorts on. “Take ’em off,” Bo said. “We’re gonna be just like we were before, like we’ve always been. Nothing’s changed.”

    Dustin took off his briefs and jumped in the narrow bed and moved to the side as far as he could.

    “Don’t fall out,” Bo said as he crawled in beside him. He brought the covers down over them and rolled over and put his arm around his naked friend. “Damn, you are freezing.”

    “I don’t think this is a… g-good… idea,” Dustin stammered as he felt Bo’s warm, muscular body.

    “Feels like a good idea to me,” said Bo as he hugged Dustin tight.

    “Bo… I c-can’t d-do this… I can’t h-handle it,” Dustin said, his voice shaking from nervousness as much as from the cold.

    “It’s no big deal,” Bo said.

    “It is a… awww, Bo,” he moaned. “Bo, I can feel you getting a hardon!”

    “It’s no big deal,” Bo said again. “I get ’em all the time. So do you. It’s perfectly normal.”

    “No, it’s not normal, the way I feel,” Dustin said.

    “If you feel it, then it’s normal for you, and fuck what everybody else says.” He felt Dustin tighten up, as if he was trying to move away from him, but Bo held him even tighter. “Just lay right here till you get warm. Then I’ll wrap up in a blanket on the floor. But don’t even bother trying to get away from me ’cause I’m bigger than you and I won’t let you.”

    Dustin relaxed in his friend’s powerful arms, taking refuge against his hard, muscular body that was pressing tightly against him. He was keenly aware of Bo’s big cock, throbbing now against his backside. He felt huge, and hot. He wondered how big he was. He wanted to reach back and feel.

    After several minutes, when Dustin finally stopped shaking, Bo loosened his hold on him and a moment later he started to rise up and move away.

    “No,” Dustin said huskily, reaching back with his hand on Bo’s hip. “Stay put. You’re not sleeping on the floor.”

    “Are you gonna be okay, then? Sleeping like this, I mean.”

    “No. But that’s okay.”

    They were silent for moment, then Bo spoke. His voice was deep and husky, but barely audible.

    “Dustin.” He paused to clear his throat. “Dustin, if you want… if you wanta do something… like you said… it’s okay. I’m not asking you to, but I’m saying I’d be up for it, and I wouldn’t think any less of you for it. You’ll always be my best friend, no matter what.”

    “Do you want me to?” Dustin asked timidly.

    “I didn’t say that. I’m said it’s okay of you want to. It might help you sort out what you’re thinking about yourself.”

    Dustin rolled over in Bo’s right arm and then Bo put his other arm over him and his left leg. Dustin looked at him in the soft light coming through the window.

    “Why’d you have to get so fuckin’ big and handsome? I never had this problem when we were younger,” Dustin said.

    “Fuck off, you’re embarrassing me,” Bo said.

    “Thanks, Bo, for understanding.”

    “I didn’t say I understand, I just said I’m okay with it. Because you’re my best friend. I don’t know how okay I’d be with it, if it was somebody else.”

    “I think you would be, you’re that kind of guy,” Dustin said.

    “Look, I… I’ve made my share of fag jokes, and laughed at ’em,” Bo said. “I’m sorry for that, Dustin. If I’d known, I never woulda done that.”

    “I know. I know you wouldn’t, if you’d known, that’s the reason I didn’t let it bother me when you made fag jokes.”

    “You laughed at my fag jokes,” Bo said.

    “Some of them were funny,” Dustin said.

    “Dusty, I gotta say something to you,” he said hoarsely. “I gotta say it now, while we’re alone like this, eighty miles away from everybody we know, ’cause I won’t ever have the guts to say it again.”

    “So, say it,” Dustin said.

    “I love you.” There was a long silence, with only the steady buzz of the neon sign outside, then the soft cracking of the steam pipes starting up again. “I don’t mean I’m IN love with you, like with a girl, but I love you, like a man might love another man, you know…….??”

    “Like that, or, like best friends?” Dustin asked.

    “Like both, I guess,” Bo replied. “I say, like both because, God help me, I feel like kissing you right now. Not a gay kiss or anything. Just because of how I feel about you.”

    “I’d be up for it,” Dustin said.

    “You would??”

    “Yeah.”

    Bo was quiet for a moment. “Okay, but don’t kiss me back,” he said in a warning tone. “If you kiss me back it won’t be the same; it won’t be how I mean it. Just let me kiss you.”

    They were lying on their backs, their faces turned to each other, their eyes searching. Bo had a slack smile on his handsome face, Dustin had a look of apprehension. Bo leaned his face closer, it was awkward, their noses touched first, and he lifted his head and brushed his lips lightly against Dustin’s. It wasn’t a kiss, yet, but more a nervous, tentative touching of lips, but it took Dustin’s breath away and he closed his eyes. He didn’t move his lips; he lay perfectly still, like Bo said, and savored the touch of Bo’s full, warm lips brushing across his own.

    It was exploratory at first but suddenly, Bo rose up onto his side, leaning over Dustin, pressing his lips harder against Dustin’s mouth. Then harder still as he moved up over him, hunkered on his hands and knees as the kiss mounted in unexpected passion.

    “Uuhhnnnn!” he moaned as he smashed his lips harder against Dustin’s, and at the same time, lowered his naked body against Dustin’s nakedness. Their cocks touched, their thighs rubbed together and as Bo pressed his body down against Dustin’s, their stomachs became the hard flesh that pressed their cocks tightly in embrace.

    Dustin couldn’t maintain his control any longer. No matter what Bo had said or what he might think, Dustin began kissing him back. He was happily surprised when Bo pressed his lips even more firmly onto Dustin’s mouth and then he felt the tip of his tongue.

    “Uuhhnnnnnn!” Bo groaned again as Dustin’s mouth grew slack and their tongues met, and he was soon grinding and smashing himself bodily against his best friend, churning his butt in circles to cause their cocks to rub together. “Ohh, Fuck!” he gasped suddenly. “Fuck, Dusty…. I’m gonna cum!”

    “Me too. Ohhh, Bo, I’m gonna cum with you!”

    They rubbed their hard cocks together, fucking the tight confines of their stomach muscles till almost simultaneously, their cocks exploded. Their deep, guttural moans were indistinguishable, their bodies lurched and their muscles rippled and bulged as they mock fucked each other to the finish. It was a long, hard climax that ended with Bo collapsing bodily on top of Dustin.

    “What the fuck just happened?” Bo asked when he’d caught his breath.

    “I don’t know, but it sure happened,” Dustin said.

    “Fuck, I don’t believe we did that,” Bo said.

    “Yeah, I’m sorry I kissed you back when you told me not to, but it just got so intense, I couldn’t just lie there,” Dustin said.

    “It’s okay. Damn, I think that’s partly what set me off… the kissing… you kissing me back. It was fuckin’ unbelievable.”

    “I think our cocks rubbing together had something to do with it,” said Dustin.

    “But the kissing’s what got my cock so hard. Shit, I don’t think my cock’s ever got that hard kissing a girl.”

    Their breathing was returning to normal and Bo rose up over Dustin on his arms. “Fuck, what a mess,” he said, looking down at the strands of cum that clung to their bellies and chests like ropes of glue. “We need to shower.”

    “You can go first,” Dustin said.

    Bo stepped off the bed, rubbing the cum over his muscles so it wouldn’t run.

    Dustin waited in the bed while Bo showered. He wanted to get in the shower with him, but Bo hadn’t offered, and he was afraid to suggest it for fear of appearing too pushy.

    “It’s all yours,” Bo said as he came back into the room, drying off. “Fuck, these towels are like napkins.”

    Dustin got up and went to shower. His cock started fluffing up and he adjusted the temperature to cooler so he wouldn’t get a hardon. When he returned to the room Bo was sitting with his butt resting on the window sill, still naked, looking out the window, with the flashing neon light outside the window casting intermittent shadows across his muscular body.

    “How come you’re sitting there? The room’s getting chilly again,” Dustin said. Then he said, “If you wanta go back over to the café, go ahead.”

    “I was thinking……,” Bo said, letting his voice trail off. “I wonder if she’s by herself.

    “Only one way to find out,” Dustin said.

    “I think I will, if you don’t mind,” Bo said as he started getting dressed again.

    “Why should I mind? I told you to stick around in the first place.”

    He shouldn’t mind, but Dustin had an empty feeling in his gut as Bo got dressed and went out the door. He wanted him in bed… wanted to feel him close again, and possibly even carry things to another level. Bo had kissed him, after all. That had to mean something. Guys didn’t kiss other guys, even as buddies; not on the lips like that. He lay in the semi-darkness, thinking about the kiss and how intense it was; so intense that it’d caused them both to cum. That most certainly had to mean something, and it wasn’t just a friendly, buddy kiss that caused it. That wasn’t what it was at all.

    He lay awake for a long time. He got up and sat in the window sill, gazing down at the diner. It was closed up now, and dark inside. He tried to imagine Bo fucking the waitress. He wondered where they were doing it. Suddenly he realized his cock was standing up bone hard. Frustrated, he went back to bed. He had barely dozed off when he heard Bo come in. He was very quiet undressing and when he was naked, Dustin felt him lifting the top blanket off. He took hold of it.

    “What’re you doing?”

    “I thought you were asleep. I’m taking the top blanket to sleep on the floor.”

    “No, you’re not,” Dustin said.

    “You said you couldn’t handle me being in the same bed with you,’ he said.

    “That was before,” Dustin said, grabbing the blanket. “Now that you know and you understand……”

    “I didn’t say I understand,” Bo said, still holding onto the blanket. “And now that I know a lot more, I’m gonna have a problem sleeping with you.”

    “Why would it be a problem? I’m gay, that doesn’t mean I’m going to rape you… as if I could.”

    “It’s a problem because… well, it would probably be the other way around. Me knowing, and after what we just did… that kiss… I know I’ll get a hardon if I crawl in bed with you.”

    “So, get a hardon. It wouldn’t be the first time, and you said it was not a big deal; perfectly normal, you said,” Dustin said flippantly. “It’s not like we haven’t already gotten hard together.”

    “Look… Dustin… my mind is running amuck right now, but this much I do understand,” Bo began, hoarsely. “It never entered my head before, but now… well, now that I know, I’ve got these ideas that… that maybe I wanta do stuff with you, like experiment, the way I hear guys do. I watched you walking to the bathroom… you’ve got an awesome butt. I never noticed a guy’s butt before but I noticed yours.”

    Dustin tugged the blanket from Bo’s hand and held the covers up. “Get in here,” he said. “I think you’ve got some issues too, and if we’re going to talk, you might as well be under the covers where it’s warm.”

    Reluctantly, Bo crawled into bed. “In a minute, it’ll be so warm we’ll be tossing the covers off,” he said.

    “That’s okay, I like the view,” Dustin said. Then he asked, “What’re you afraid of, Bo?”

    He turned and looked at him. “Afraid of? I’m not afraid of anything.”

    “You were afraid to get in bed with me.”

    “I was afraid I might want to do things you don’t wanta do.”

    “I think you’re kidding yourself, Bo. You’re afraid of yourself, just like I am.”

    Bo suddenly turned his head away, staring up to the ceiling. Then he turned onto his side with his back to Dustin and curled up into a fetal position. There was a long silence that was broken only by the heat pipes and radiators starting to crack and pop. Dustin lay very still. He wanted to move closer to Bo, to spoon himself against his body but he was afraid to; afraid Bo would push him away.

    “Bo,” he said finally, in a bare whisper.

    “Hhhhmm.”

    “Nothing you do… nothing we do together is gonna turn you gay.”

    “I’m not worried about turning gay.”

    “Yes you are,” Dustin said. “You’re afraid if we do anything, you might like it. That’s the reason you went over to the café after we had that big kiss and shot all over each other. You needed to prove your manhood. You’re afraid we might do it again, and again, and you’re afraid you might like it so much that you’ll turn gay. You won’t. It doesn’t work that way. You’re either gay or you’re not. You can’t turn gay.”

    It was a long moment before Bo responded. “What if I did like it so much that I didn’t want to have anything to do with girls anymore?”

    Dustin laughed. “Fat chance of that,” he scoffed. “So, did you nail the waitress?”

    “Yeah.”

    “No shit! How was it?”

    “She was pretty hot. She’s had some experience, that’s for sure. But I figured she would, being older than me.”

    “Was she alone?”

    “No. But the guy working with her told us to go on in the back room and have at it. I wondered if she was his sister or something.”

    They lay close enough to feel body heat, but without touching. Dustin ached to touch Bo and wondered if Bo was expecting him to. He was the one who was gay, it was only natural for him to be the one to initiate something. He couldn’t expect Bo to, and this was the opportunity of a lifetime. After several minutes he found his courage.

    “Bo,” he said softly as he reached over and laid his hand on Bo’s bare hip. “If I do anything you don’t want, just stop me.” When Bo didn’t respond, he froze with fear and lifted his hand to pull it back, but then Bo turned onto his back.

    “Okay, but I don’t think you will,” Bo said huskily as he tugged the blankets down with his feet, down below his knees. “It’s getting warm in here all of a sudden.”

    Dustin rose up, shrugging the blankets off completely, and took Bo’s rubbery cock in his hand.

    “Ooohhhhhh,” Bo moaned softly.

    “You cock is so big,” Dustin said.

    “Your hand’s making it bigger,” Bo said. “It feels bigger than it’s ever felt in my life.” Then he asked, “Dusty, have you ever done anything with a guy?”

    “No.”

    “Then you don’t know if you’re gay.”

    “Seems like we’ve gone over this already,” Dustin said. “So I mean to find out.” With that he bent down and lowered his mouth onto the thick cock, about half way down the shaft.

    “OHHHHH….Ohh, Godddd!” Bo cried out, and he kept moaning as Dustin moved his mouth up and down on his cock. “Ohh, Shit! Fuck! Ohh, Godd, man, I didn’t know anything could feel so good.”

    Dustin rose up. “I just realized something. You just got back from fucking that waitress.”

    Bo laughed. “Yeah, so you’re eating pussy by proxy.”

    “This’ll probably be as close as I ever get to pussy,” Dustin said.

    “I gotta tell you, your mouth is way better, Dusty.”

    Dustin went back down on him as he maneuvered himself between his legs. There, he crouched down with one hand around Bo’s cock, jacking it as he sucked it, and his other hand cupped to squeeze and massage his heavy balls. Bo cocked his legs up and spread them apart, and clasped his hands around his teammates head and began humping his butt up off the mattress to drive his cock into Dustin’s mouth.

    “Awww, fuck, Dusty, you’re good….you’re so good,” he moaned softly.

    After a few minutes, Dustin rose up, still fisting Bo’s slick cock. “Would it be okay, Bo, if I kissed your body?”

    “Kissed my body? You mean all over.”

    “Yes, I wanta feel your muscles and kiss every inch of you, if that wouldn’t turn you off.”

    “It won’t. But that’s a lot of territory to cover, I’m pretty big and I’ve got a lot of muscles.”

    “I know,” Dustin said as he began kissing and licking across Bo’s lower abs. He made his way up Bo’s stomach, moving back and forth over the lumps of muscle, till he reached his chest. He licked the underside of the thick pec muscles then made his way up and across the broad expanse of muscle, lapping at the turgid nipples on the way.

    “Ohhhh. Fuck! That feels good!” Bo moaned.

    “You like that?” Dustin asked as he went back to suck on the hard nipples.

    “OHHHH, Yeahhhh! Fuck, yeah! It feels good!”

    Dustin sucked and tongued the taut nipples till Bo was squirming all over the bed then he moved to his left armpit. He shoved his arm up and began lapping his tongue in the hairy pit.

    “Oh, Geez!” Bo gasped with surprise. “Damn, I didn’t know I had feelings there!”

    “I didn’t know you did either, but I guess you do, if you like it,” Dustin said.

    “Oh, I like it, man. I like it a lot. You can do the other one if you want.”

    Dustin trailed his tongue across Bo’s broad chest to his other armpit. Bo clamped his hand around the back of Dustin’s head to smash his face into his armpit. Dustin whimpered with joy as he licked the hairy pit, then he moved out to kiss Bo’s bicep.

    “Shit, even that feels good,” Bo said.

    After a moment, Dustin kissed his way down Bo’s side, over his hip and down his muscular thigh. He kissed down to his feet then moved to the other foot and kissed up his calf and thigh till he nuzzled his face in his crotch, in under his balls.

    “Fuck, Dusty, your tongue feels good everywhere,” Bo said softly.

    “You don’t know that yet, I haven’t been everywhere,” Dustin said as he licked at the crack of Bo’s ass.

    Bo lifted his head and looked down at him. “You wanta go there??… to my ass??”

    “I think I do,” Dusty said.

    “Okay.” Bo lifted his legs and pulled his thighs against his chest. The position drew his hips up and spread his butt apart. “That okay? Can you get at it?”

    “Yes, perfect,” Dustin replied, and began licking along the deep crevice.

    “Ohhhhhh!” Bo moaned. “Ohh, yeah, Dusty, your tongue definitely feels good everywhere.”

    Dustin licked and tongued deep in the crevice, lapping at the puckered hole as it clenched and un-clenched in a steady rhythm. As Bo became more relaxed, his asshole loosened up and Dustin was able to shove his tongue inside. It made Bo choke on a tiny scream.

    “Oh, Godd, Dusty, what’re you doing to me,” he whimpered.

    “What I’ve wanted to do for a long time,” Dustin answered. He was so happy that Bo liked what he was doing, and he wanted to do more. He clasped his hands around his taut butt muscles and stretched his hole wide open. He could see the palpitation of the pinkish muscle inside. He found himself so excited that he drooled into the hole. Then he buried his face and shoved his tongue up inside Bo’s body as far as he could.

    Bo grabbed the pillow to put over his face to stifle his outcry. When he could speak he jerked the pillow off, gasping. “Godd, Dusty, you’re driving me crazy doing that.”

    “Good,” Dustin said with a smile.

    “You could make me cum doing that.”

    “Go ahead. Just tell me when you’re close.”

    “Why? What’re you gonna do?” Bo asked.

    “I’m gonna take your load.”

    “You mean… you want me shoot in your mouth?”

    “Yeah.”

    “Aww, this is gonna be awesome.”

    “Don’t try to hold back, I want it,” Dustin said.

    He didn’t hold back, and it was awesome. Dustin went to work on Bo’s ass while Bo jacked his cock and within minutes, he was writhing and twisting his butt around and begging Dustin to stop and begging him not to, and he was about to cum, and Godd, he wanted it to last, but he couldn’t stand it and he was gonna cum! Dustin waited till the last second before he moved to Bo’s cock. He was jacking it so hard that Dustin had trouble getting his hand off of it so he could get at it with his mouth. Even then, he didn’t make it in time. Bo starting going off and shot two or three loads out in rapid succession before Dustin captured the belching cock with his mouth. But the rest was his. He whimpered with pleasure as the warm thick liquid shot into his mouth in long, powerful spurts. Soon his tongue was covered and he was getting the full taste of Bo’s cum. It was indescribably good. He couldn’t get enough of it. The cavity of his mouth that Bo’s cock didn’t take up was quickly filled with the warm nectar and after swirling it around in his mouth he began swallowing. It was such a heady experience–he couldn’t believe what he was doing–and he felt light headed. As Bo’s cum-power began to subside, Dustin came back to the reality of the moment. The reality that he had another boy’s cock in his mouth, and he had the male taste of the big jock to remind him that he had taken his load. Godd, what have I done, he thought. Thoughts of guilt and remorse might have crept in but it was too wonderful to allow that. He was gay, he knew it, and he had just proved it.

    He tightened his lip-lock around Bo’s thick cock to milk it and draw out the last of his semen. He let the warm, slick meat fall heavily on his stomach and paused to savor the taste, then he swallowed and moved from between Bo’s legs to lie beside him. He realized that he was dizzy as he crawled up beside Bo and they lay together, catching their breath.

    “Geezuss, that was hot, what we did,” Bo said, laughing nervously.

    “Yeah, it was,” Dustin said.

    “Did you like it?” Bo asked.

    “Very much.”

    “My cum… did you like the taste of my cum?”

    “Yes.”

    “Was that the first time you tasted the stuff?”

    “My own once, I licked it off the tip of my finger, but it’s the first time I ever got the full force taste of it,” Dustin said.

    “Does mine taste different?”

    “I don’t know, I don’t remember exactly what mine tasted like.”

    “It’s gonna sound weird saying this, but I’ve tasted mine too, and I’ve often wondered if all guys’ cum tastes alike,” Bo said.

    Dustin thought it was a strange thing for him to say. He wondered why a straight guy would be wondering what other guys’ cum tasted like.

    “I’m glad you came and got me, Bo.”

    “I’m glad you told me you’re gay. But you should’ve told me before.”

    “Why, so we could’ve been doing this all along?”

    “No,” Bo replied with a scowl. “No, that’s not the reason at all. I think this would’ve happened anyway, without you ever telling me. It was just destined to happen the way it did tonight; it’s just the way things worked out. But you should’ve told me so I would’ve known. There was no need for you to keep it a secret from me and try to deal with it all by yourself.

    “I told you, I was scared,” Dustin said.

    Suddenly Bo rose up and leaned over him and clamped his big, rough hand around Dustin’s neck. “Listen, you little fucker, you’d better never be afraid to tell me something again, you hear?”

    “You’re choking me, and I’m not supposed to be afraid?” Dustin said.

    “You know what I mean,” Bo said, moving his hand. “What the hell are friends good for if they can’t share stuff? It pisses me off, Dusty. It hurts that you didn’t trust me enough to tell me the biggest secret of your life.”

    “I’m sorry. I just didn’t know how you would accept it, or me. Now that I know, if you can accept that, there’s nothing I can’t tell you.”

    “We can’t ever tell anybody about this,” Bo said as he lay back down.

    “I would never tell anybody,” Dustin said. “Besides, we didn’t really do all that much wrong; just messing around.”

    “You sucked my cock,” Bo said. “You took my load, even swallowed it. That’s some pretty serious messing around. I don’t want anybody knowing about it.”

    “Who would I tell?”

    “We just gotta be careful we don’t slip,” Bo said.

    Dustin laughed. “How can you slip by saying, Ooops, I sucked Bo’s cock? That’s not a slip, it’s an announcement.”

    “You know what I mean, dammit. I just don’t want it getting out,” Bo said. Then he rose up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. “I think I’ll shower before this stuff dries.”

    Again, he didn’t ask Dustin to join him. Dustin lay in bed wondering what was going through Bo’s head. He was afraid that now that his male lust was satisfied, he might not be so understanding. He was so wrong.

    At the bathroom door, Bo turned and said, “Do you wanta shower with me?”

    Dustin had to refrain from leaping off the bed. “If you’re sure it’s okay.” Oh, Godd, he thought. This was too good to be true. Not that he hadn’t showered with Bo dozens of times but that was with a bunch of other guys in the shower.

    “Hell yeah, it’s okay. I wouldn’t have asked you if it wasn’t okay.”

    It was a large, old, tiled shower with three showerheads on opposite walls. Each boy faced his own wall, talking over the sound of the spraying water.

    “Listen, Bo, you mentioned experimenting around?” Dustin said without looking around.

    “Yes. So did you,” Bo said.

    “Yeah, I did.”

    “That generally means trying new things. Is that what you meant?” Bo asked.

    “I told you, I wanta try everything with you,” Dustin said.

    “Everything?”

    “Everything you’ll let me do,” Dustin replied.

    “That–everything–that could encompass a lot. What if I said I wanta fuck you?”

    “I would let you,” Dustin said.

    Bo twisted around to look at Dustin. He reached out for his shoulder to turn him around he was facing him. “No shit! You would?” He was surprised.

    “I would try it,” Dustin said.

    “Damn, Dusty, you are so full of surprises. Would you wash my back if I asked you to?” Bo asked.

    Dustin moved to the other side of the shower and took the soap from Bo and began washing his back. As his hands were moving down to Bo’s bubble butt, Bo took the soap back.

    “I was just kidding, Dusty. I’ll do it.” Suddenly Bo seemed in a hurry to finish his shower. Dustin saw why; he was getting hard. He didn’t linger in the shower; he quickly rinsed off and got out.

    The heat had kicked on again and the room was very warm. Dustin was pleasantly surprised when he came out of the bathroom to find Bo stretched out on the bed, naked, his arms folded above his head, still with his hardon throbbing up over his stomach.

    “Doesn’t that thing every go down?” Dustin asked as he was drying off.

    “Not when it’s found a good thing,” Bo said.

    Dustin was relieved; Bo sounded like he was back to his old self despite the way he acted so squirrelly in the shower. “So, are you really okay with what we did?” he asked.

    Bo reached down and shoved his cock upright with his thumb. “Does that answer your question?”

    “I guess that means you would do it again?” Dustin asked.

    “Any time you want this, it’s yours,” Bo said, waving his cock around. “But I don’t want you to ever get the idea that I’m using you. I mean, I don’t want you to feel like you have to do anything just because we did it once. If it never happens again, I’ll be okay with that too. It’s our friendship that counts more than anything else in the world.”

    “What’re we going to do when we get back, Bo?” Dustin asked as he was climbing back in bed. “We won’t have times like this when we can be alone.”

    “We’ve had hundreds of times alone already, when we stay over at each other’s houses. What’s different?”

    “We didn’t have sex all those times.”

    “And that’s a fuckin’ shame,” Bo said.

    “I don’t know if I can do it at home with my parents around,” Dustin said. “I don’t have a lock on my door.”

    “Your parents haven’t come into your room when I’m there since we were little boys and your mom would come in and tuck us in,” Bo pointed out. “Sometimes I’ve wondered if they might sort of suspect that we were doing stuff.”

    “I don’t think parents think about stuff like that about their kids. Like kids don’t like to think about their parents having sex.”

    “I think dads do, because they probably did it when they were boys,” Bo said.

    “Anyway, you made quite a bit of noise when I was giving you head.”

    “I could be quiet, even put a pillow over my face,” Bo said. “Better yet, you can come to my house. My room is in the basement, two floors away from my parents’ room. And they never come into my room. Don’t worry, we can work something out. If you want to, that is. I’m not pressuring you.”

    “I know you’re not. You don’t have to keep saying that. I like what we did, and I wanta do it again.”

    “Right now?” Bo asked with a sly grin.

    “How many times can you cum?” Dustin asked.

    “How many times do you want me to cum?”

    “There is something…. I wanta ask you, Bo.”

    “Ask,” Bo said. “I told you not to be afraid of me and that means you don’t be afraid to ask me anything.”

    “Would you really like to fuck me sometime? I know you said it and I said I would do it, but I don’t know if you were serious.”

    “I’m serious about anything you’re serious about doing,” Bo said. He leaned his head down and rubbed his face against Dustin’s chest, like a puppy. “I don’t know if I know how to do this,” he said hoarsely as he licked his nipple.

    “Ohhh,” Dustin gasped with surprise.

    “You got feelings there, too,” Bo said, and began sucking on the turgid nipple.

    “Ohhh… ohhhh, Bo… yeah, I’ve got feelings there.”

    “This isn’t anything gay, you know. I do this to girls,” Bo said.

    The simple rubbing his face, then licking Dustin’s tit set things in motion. Bo began kissing his chest, moving across to suck the other nipple. Then he nuzzled his face in the curve of his neck, then kissed the side of his face.

    “I wanta kiss you again,” he said as he moved over him, between his legs, supporting his weight on his arms. His cock protruded out and swayed like a battering ram against Dustin’s cock. He brushed his lips across Dustin’s mouth. “And it’s not gonna be a buddy kiss this time,” he said.

    “I don’t think the last one was,” said Dustin.

    “This one’s gonna be more.”

    “The last one made us cum,” Dustin pointed out.

    “We’ll hold off this time,” said Bo. “Next load I shoot, I want it to be inside you. And I don’t mean in your mouth.”

    “I can’t believe you’re saying that,” Dustin said weakly.

    “I can’t believe you said you would let me, Can we do it now?”

    “Yes.”

    “No more talk, then,” Bo said as he pressed his mouth over Dustin’s, his lips parted. Their tongues met and the kiss was on. Bo didn’t waste any time. Without breaking the kiss he maneuvered himself between Dustin’s legs and lifted them onto his shoulders. He covered Dustin’s body with his own, letting his cock find its own way. It did, with Dustin’s help as he squirmed his butt around to meet his buddy’s hot meat. When Bo felt the heat of Dustin’s asshole against the head of his cock he applied pressure. There was plenty of give and he thought at first that he had penetrated him till suddenly the ‘give’ opened up and swallowed the head of his cock. His head snapped up with surprise.

    “Ohh, Fuck!”

    “AAAwwwhhhhh!” Dustin moaned loudly

    “Aww, fuck, Dustin, I’m in you!”

    “Oh, Godd, it’s so big, it feels like you’re busting me a new asshole.”

    “I can pull out,” Bo said, holding perfectly still.

    “No! No, don’t pull out. Just hold still till I get used to it. I want you to fuck me, Bo. I really want you to. I can handle a little pain,” Dustin said as he squeezed his asshole hard around Bo’s thick cock.

    “I think it’s more than a little pain,” Bo said.

    “But it’s getting littler and littler,” Dustin said as he continued to squeeze.

    “Feels like you’re trying to jack me off with your asshole.”

    “I’m working the pain out,” Dustin said.

    “Let me know when you want more of my cock, little man,” Bo said as he nuzzled his face in the crook of Dustin’s neck. “Mmmnnn, it feels so good already,” he murmured. “You’re so fucking brave, little man, letting yourself get skewered like this.”

    “I’m okay, Bo, you can go in deeper.”

    “Oh, fuck, that just sent chills down my spine. I can’t even begin to imagine what this is gonna feel like,” Bo said as he began to ease his cock in deeper. “Ohhh… ohhhh, Dusty… your ass feels like a warm glove with a thousand tiny fingers all dipped in honey.”

    “You said no more talk,” Dustin reminded him.

    “I wanta tell you how it feels.”

    “I know how it feels, I’m the one getting skewered,” Dustin said.

    “It’s not hurting anymore, is it?”

    “No.”

    “Good, ’cause I don’t wanta hurt you. I hate that it had to hurt as much as it did.”

    “Don’t worry about, Bo, I want it so bad, I didn’t care how much it was gonna hurt.”

    “Hey, we said no more talking,” Bo said. “Let’s just shut up and fuck.”

    They didn’t talk anymore. They just fucked. Their athletic young bodies writhed and moved, each in sync and rhythm to the other. Cock thrusting, ass receiving, guttural moans of pleasure, surprised gasps of newfound pleasure. A melding of raw, young man-flesh moving in a quiet symphony of beautiful, rippling muscle.

    Dustin whimpered, “Godd, Bo, I never imagined it would feel like this. Your cock feels so good moving inside me. Your body, your muscles feel so wonderful rippling against me. I’m so glad I’m gay, so I can enjoy this with you.”

    “I guess I’m sorta glad you’re gay, too, little man,” Bo said. “And I know I didn’t do it to you, and you didn’t do it to yourself, you just are, and since you are, it’s great that we found each other like this. You feel so good under me. Your ass is so tight and hot. It’s even alive. I can feel you squeezing and caressing and milking my cock when I fuck you. I never had a girl’s pussy do that.”

    “Bo… you said your next load you were gonna shoot it inside me.”

    “Damn, right. I couldn’t pull out now if my life depended on it.”

    “Are you getting anywhere near close?” Dustin asked.

    “I’ve been close since my cock made contact with your hot ass.”

    “Don’t try to hold back, then, cause I feel like I’m about to explode, I wanta cum so bad.”

    “I bet I can make you do that,” Bo said as he adjusted his rhythm. There was no talk again, only the soft noises of Bo’s loins smacking against Dustin’s spread butt and the wet, slurpy sounds of his cock sliding in and out of his ass.

    When Dustin began a steady stream of moans and his body language told him, Bo knew he was working up to it, and he was determined to make it the best damned cum he’d ever had. He fucked him with twisting, skewering movements, causing him to cry out with unbearable pleasure. As he kept it up, Bo sat back more on his haunches and wrapped his hand around Dustin’s cock.

    “This one’s all yours, little man,” he said.

    “Ohh, Bo! Godd, it’s so good!” Dustin whimpered.

    It came with the force of a bolt of lightning powered by a monstrous clap of thunder. Dustin’s cock bolted hard in Bo’s hand and exploded. Cum shot up like a geyser, a long, thick stream that hit Bo in the face. Still, he didn’t aim Dustin’s cock to change the trajectory one bit. Instead, he opened his mouth as a target. The next, and the next and he lost count of how many more, shot directly into his mouth or on his chain. He let the stuff run out of his mouth, dripping in long, ropey globs onto Dustin’s cock and in his pubes. Finally, cum was boiling and bubbling up out of Dustin’s cock and cascading down over Bo’s knuckles.

    Dustin opened his eyes just in time to see Bo swiping the cum off his face and his tongue coming out to lick it off his fingers.

    “Awwh, Bo, I can’t believe you did that.”

    “Then you wouldn’t believe I let you shoot right into mouth, while you had your eyes closed. Hell, I don’t believe it.”

    “Oh, fuck, I missed it!” Dustin whined. “Did you swallow it?”

    “Some, by accident.”

    “I know you came, I felt it shooting up inside me like you said you were gonna do, but your cock don’t feel like you did. It feels still hard,” Dustin said.

    “My cock don’t know when to quit,” Bo said as he slid one arm under Dustin’s waist and gently moved them onto their sides, without letting his cock out of Dustin’s ass. “How was it for you, little man, after the pain?”

    “I don’t even remember any pain,” Dustin said. “I can’t begin to describe it. It was the most incredible thing I ever had happen to me. I think I might’ve blacked out for a second or two, it was so good.”

    Bo laughed. “If you blacked out, you don’t know how good it was.”

    “I floated off, into a wonderful place where the pleasure was so intense, but I could enjoy it without going crazy. I know that don’t make good sense, but I think my mind did that so I wouldn’t really go crazy.”

    “Geezz, sounds like I fucked you silly.”

    “You did, almost. Godd, Bo, I can’t believe anything could feel so good. If guys only knew how good, well everybody would be fucking everybody and nobody would care if it was gay or not.”

    “Careful, Dusty, you’re making me think I oughta try it,” Bo joked. “Damn, look at it snowing again,” he said as he pulled his teammate tightly against his own body.

    “I hope it never stops snowing,” Dustin said.

    “We gotta get home sometime,” Bo said.

    “I wanta stay right here, with you, just like this.”

    “And never go home?”

    “Why should we? We’ve got everything we need. At least I do,” Dustin said. “A warm place to sleep, a restaurant across the street, and you. And you’ve got that waitress.”

    “I like your fantasy,” Bo said. “We could pretend we’re here forever, Little Man, at least till the snow melts.”

    The End


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  • Route 666

    It was a dark night, and route 66 seemed particularly barren and ominous. But on this night two other worldly creatures were traveling in search a little . . . fun. They were riding in a dark blue van and they were . . . worn from last night’s festivities. But what do I mean by other worldly creatures? The two men seemed normal enough. Both were extremely handsome; muscular, toned and perfectly tanned. The driver, who wore a suit, had jet black short hair and the passenger sitting next to him wore a green soccer outfit and had short brown hair. They both looked serious and eager for . . . something. Slowly, a smile stretched across the drivers face as he looked at the passenger.

    “I’m bored Laith . . . I want to have some fun . . . “, he said in an inhuman voice.

    “We are running out of time Morpheus, if we don’t find a new disguise soon our cover will be blown”, the brown haired man responded in an identical voice.

    “You know what they say about all work and no play Laith”, he responded in a sarcastic tone. “I’m sick of these skins anyways, lets just have a little fun . . . it’s such a long drive”.

    With that he reached over and grabbed Laiths crotch eyeing him seductively. Laith groaned and put his right leg up on the dashboard. “wha . . . you . . . ugh” he muttered. His muscles tensed up as he allowed Morpheus rub his cock. Suddenly his eyes opened and they were a weird yellow color. The car swerved a bit, but Morpheus didn’t care . . . there wasn’t anyone on the road anyways. Laith let out a deep grown before reaching over and rubbing Morpheus’ cock. Laith leaned back, every muscles sensing up in his body. His shoes were wiggling awkwardly until suddenly claws burst through the leather.

    “ugh, Morpheus . . . I’m gonna . . . ruin my . . . “

    Starting to groan himself, Morpheus pulled the van over to a screeching halt on the side of the road. He reached over, grabbed Laiths face and kissed him passionately. Their faces pressed against each other as they kissed. Laith suddenly ripped Morpheus’ white dress shirt open and pulled both the suit jacket and shirt off and threw it in the back seat. He admired Mopheus’ smooth muscular body before taking his own shirt off. Morpheus violently dropped the seat and mounted Laith. They kissed again while gyrating up against each other.

    Morpheus undid his belt and pulled out his human looking cock. He looked at his hand as inhuman nails protruded from his finger tips. He dug his finger tips into the skin of his cock and peeled it off like an old condom. Laith with an eager look on his face pulled his pants down and lifted his legs up over Morpheus’ shoulders. With that Morpheus lunged his cock into Laiths human looking ass with a deep growl. Morpheous came down and kissed Laith, he bit his bottom lip and pulled. Laiths face stretched as Morpheous pulled back before letting go; Laiths face snapped back into place. Laith screeched with pleasure as Morpheus pounded him. They intermittently kissed as there passion increased with each thrust. As they came closer to cumming, Morpheus let out an inhuman roar and his human teeth popped out like some dentures an old man would wear revealing sharp pointed teeth. Their bodies were glistening with what seemed to be sweat, the muscles squirmed with each movement under their perfectly smooth tan skin.

    Suddenly they both let out a scream. Laith dug his feet into the ceiling of the van as there was a loud ripping sound. A long green scaley tail protruded from Laiths tailbone area poking a hole in the seat behind him and wrapping around the passenger side mirror through the open window. They both screeched, with one final thrust Laiths tail broke the mirror as both bodies relaxed and fell limp on each other. Everything was silent except for the inhuman breaths from both Morpheus and Laith. For a second they just looked at each other with these yellow reptilian-like eyes that seemed to glow in the moonlight.

    Suddenly two bright lights shined at them through the drivers side window from the opposite side of the 4 lane highway. They heard the rumble of two motor cycles go off as the lights approached them. Morpheus jumped off of Laith and pulled up his pants. Laith retracted his tail with a grunt and pulled up his shorts as well. They both looked at each other to see if there was anything blantently obvious about their human appearance. As the bikes crossed the median and turned on there blue and red flashing lights. Laith picked up the fake teeth from the floor and gave them to Morpheus. Morpheus eagerly put them in as the bikes pulled up, one behind the van and one in front.

    “Thissss is it, we may have what we’ve been searching for right in front of ussss” Laith said as he adjusted his shoes so that his claws wouldn’t be sticking out.

    “I hope they are good looking at least” Morpheus said as he checked his face in the mirror.

    Both men looked worn. There faces seemed more . . . defined . . . there eyes a little more sunken than before they had sex, with their hair matted across a slightly more wrinkled forehead. Both Laith and Morpheus had their shirts off. They both still looked handsome, there muscular bodies slightly glistened in the moonlight.

    “When I give the signal we jump them” Morpheus said in his human voice.

    The police officers got off their bikes. They wore typical state highway trooper gear, knee high solid black boots and a white helmet. They approached the van, they looked curious and a little bit cautious. The officer who parked behind them walked to the driver’s side and the one in the front walked to the passenger side. Morpheus and Laith looked at each other and smiled one more time before the officer on the driver side shined the light into the drivers side window.

    “Could I ask why you made such a reckless stop to the side of the road sir?” said the officer, he looked puzzled to see Laith sitting in the seat next to him. “And while you are explaining that to me please get your license and registration please.”

    The other officer shined the light into the passenger window, right in Laiths eyes. Laith made a low deep growl and used his hand to shield his eyes from the light.

    “Do ya mind . . . officer?” Laith said.

    “I’m sorry officer, we were just tired and had to pull over for a nap before continuing our trip” said Morpheus. He looked at the officer and smiled pleasantly as he said this. The officer looked as tho he expected this. “Where are you headed?” He asked.

    “Las Vegas . . . we have a wedding to get to . . . you see its just real hot tonight and I couldn’t take it I guess. My friend here is going to the wedding to and well . . . I had to pick him up right after his soccer game” Morpheous said.

    “I know exactly what you guys were doing. Could I ask you what is wrong with your fingers? Where you guys fighting?” Asked the officer, he shined the light right on his hand that was on the wheel. The skin from his finger tips were torn and his nails were still protruding from underneath. Morpheus winced and put his fingers in his lap.

    “Oh, I just have some infected hangnails . . . not fun.” He said playfully. Laith looked like he was gonna rip the officers head off.

    “I’m gonna have to ask both of you to exit the vehicle slowly and put your hand on the roof of the van.” Said the officer as he unhinged his pistol hilt.

    Morpheus and Laith smiled slightly as they got out. They both stood side by side as the officers frisked them. They looked at each other and smiled. The officers grabbed there wrists and forced their hands behind their back. Morpheus looked at Laith and nodded. Without hesitation Morpheus spun around, flipping the officer. With a rip he freed his tail, allowing it to rip his dress pants to shreds and wrapped it around the officers neck. Laith just overpowered the officer grabbing his wrist and kicked him in the stomach launching him on the road. He was instantly knocked out.

    “HOW DARE WE EVEN ALLOW THESE HUMANSSSS TO TOUCH US” said Laith. Morpheus looked amused at the limp corpse of the officer who tried to cuff him.

    “Calm down Laith, it wasn’t that bad, and look, now we have new disguises!” He said lightly. “Well . . . I have miiine . . . ” He pointed to the road where Laiths human was thrown.

    “Dammit, I thought he was dead. Don’t tell me i’m gonna have to chase after this human.” Said Laith.

    “Well you better get going and find him, I’ll set up our gear so we can finally get out of these meat suits.” Morpheus said. “I hate these suits so much”

    Morpheus ripped the rest of his pants off, kicked off his shoes and socks. The skin on his lower back was torn to reveal a long green scaly tail, much like Laiths. He walked over to the back of the van and opened the door. Laith growled and jumped into the forest like a ravaged animal. “I’ll be right back” he said in his inhuman voice.

    Morpheus pulled out a sliding white table from the back . . . it looked like a white tanning bed. He walked over to the officer on the ground and dragged him off to the side of the road. He took off all of his clothes, dragged him over to the weird tanning bed like machine and with one arm flung him inside it. The officer had buzzed light hair and was very muscular. He had a tattoo on his right shoulder. Morpheus looked at him one last time before shutting the bed and turning on the weird machine.

    ————————— —-

    Laith climbed the tallest tree and sat there silently listening. His eyes were bright yellow and snake-like. He turned his head slightly to the side like a lizard would; he clenched his jaw as he listened, the many inhuman muscles slid under his face. He stuck out a lizard-like tongue to see if he could catch the scent of his human suit. He could hear heavy breathing close by. He jumped down from the tree, his muscles tensed up as he made an inhuman bound up on a cliff close by. With a rip he let his tail out and his claws on both his hands and feet rip from his human confines. His soccer shoes and socks fell to the ground in shreds along with bits of human skin.

    There was a rustle in a nearby tree, the officer was talking on a radio. With a growl Laith jumped up the tree and threw the officer to the ground. He jumped to the ground and mounted the officer while laughing evilly. His giant lizard like hands enveloped the officers shoulders. The officer screamed in terror as he was pinned down by Laith.

    “Awww, are you sssscared human?” said Laith. His face was contorted in a twisted smile, making his young handsome face more wrinkly. He bent over and licked the officers face. “Ya know I’m going to wear your sssskin!!!” With that his tail slide over his shoulder and like a dagger, slide down the officers throat choking him. He began to struggle, trying to reclaim air. Laith began to grind up on the officers body as he slowly began to die. When the officer finally stopped moving he sighed and threw his limp body over his shoulder and made his way back to the van.

    —————————— —-

    Morpheus heard a rustle in the woods before the officers limp body flew from the bushes and limply landed at his feet. Laith emerged with his yellow eyes glowing; his inhuman tail, feel and hands were exposed.

    “Had some fun I see?” said Morpheus.

    “Maybe, like you said, it’ssss been a long ride and we needed some fun” He responded in a sinister tone.

    Morpheus opened the white tanning bed-like machine and pulled out the empty suit of the human. It was wrinkly and had empty eye sockets and roughly the same size as Morpheus. Laith threw human’s dead body, after undressing it, into the machine and closed it causing it to glow. He began ripping/taking his soccer outfit. He had trouble getting It past his sharp lizard-like nails of his hands and feet. They both stood in front of each other naked. Morpheus had his lizard tail and hard scaly cock revealed, and Laith had his tail, hands and feet revealed. They looked at each other and smirked. Morpheus raised his hands behind his head, Laith started to do the same.

    “Hang on, wait just a sec . . . I want to take it off for you babe.” Morpheus said with a handsome smirk stretched across his smooth face. Laith smiled and put down his hands and just watched. Morpheus’s eyes glowed as he dug his fingers into the back of his head. His head slightly tilted back and his eyes rolled back as you heard a meaty ripping noise. He began to slowly pull at the tear in the back of his head, his scalp and ears began wrinkle and slide apart to reveal smooth green scales underneath. With a low growl Morpheus’s face became stoic as he pulled the skin apart, his face began wrinkle and become distorted, his eyes became hollow and dark. His handsome features slide down and apart, his neck wrinkled. He pulled his face down past his chest, there was another rip and the tan skin started sliding off his shoulders. The skin on his arms began to wrinkle. A hideous lizard face emerged from behind the skin. He began to shift his shoulders and wiggle his body so that the tight human skin would easily slide off his body. The skin wrinkled and balled up at the waist, his human abs were pushed aside to reveal inhuman off color green abs. He pulled his human skin down like you would a tight pair of pants. With a hiss, Morpheus stepped out of his human skin to reveal a humanoid like lizard. His tail whipped out behind him as he sighed inhumanly, letting his tongue slide out of his sharp toothed mouth.

    “Aaaahhhhhsssssssss, finally!!!” He said in triumph.

    Laith eagerly watched, becoming aroused, which became apparent as his human looking cock became hard. His inhuman snake-like tongue could be seen sticking out from time to time in anticipation. Morpheus walked towards Laith, kicking his old human suit aside like a pair of old jeans. The empty wrinkly sac of skin flew under the van. He walked up to Laith and wrapped his tail around him and pulled him close. Laith’s handsome face smiled before Morpheus kissed him. Morpheus human like, scaly face, pressed against Laiths handsome human face as they kissed. Laith shuddered as his muscles grew tense, he groped Morpheus as they became more passionate. Morpheus ran his scaly hands up Laiths human back before he dug his black sharp claws into the skin. He slowely, while kissing Laith, pulled his soft smooth tan skin apart to reveal bright green scales underneath. Laiths tail moved around Morpheus’s cock and began to message it while they kissed. Morpheus then bit down on Laiths human lip with his sharp teeth and began to pull back. Laiths handsome face stretched as Morpheus pulled on it. His skin was stretched so far that his eyes began to stretch awkwardly to reveal green skin underneath. Morpheus growled as Laiths face made a ripping/snapping sound. His handsome human face ripped apart making Morpheus’s head snap back. Laiths human face was torn apart from his upper lip to his hairline. Morpheus held the part of Laiths human face in his teeth. Laith let out a laugh. He looked admiringly at Morpheus before continuing to kiss. Gradually Morpheus began peeling back the rest of Laiths human face. He pulled his back skin apart as Laith shifted his shoulders so that the skin just slide off his scaly body. Before long, Morpheus released Laith so that he could pull off the rest of his human skin like a pair of swimming tights and tossed it aside. Laith sighed as the Machine with his human victim in his stopped.

    “Ok, funs over” said Laith as he pulled his skin out of the machine and held it up, the humans hollow eyes stared back at him.

    Morpheous picked up his human skin and opened the back. Before putting them on they made growling noises as their tails and sharp claws retracted. They marveled at their green smooth scaly reptilian bodies one last time before they stepped into the backs of their human skins. The skin stretched and wrinkled as they pulled it over their reptilian feet. They wiggled their toes in the humans toes and continued to stretch the skin over their legs. They moved their legs and tensed up their muscles so that the skin would easily slide over their scales. They stood up and began to pull the skin up their rippled stomachs. They soon pulled it up over their shoulders so that the human faces were limply down over the chests of their human bodies.

    “Grrrr . . . I hate these disguises so much . . . I hate not being able to see your face Laith” said Morpheus.

    With that they both pulled the necks over their heads and pulled. The neck skin stretched over their inhuman features until they pulled it beyond the chins of their human faces. The faces wrinkled as they adjusted it over their own features. They pulled on their necks so that the masks were completely over their heads. They cocked and rolled there heads so that the skin settled over their real features. They began pulling and adjusting the handsome human features so that they would look wrinkly and awkward. Before long the human faces looked settled and normal and smooth. Laith pulled out a devise from the back of the van and held it over the opening in the back of Morpheus’s naked human-looking body. The hole sealed itself as he waved it over, the green scales disappeared under the tan smooth human skin. Morpheus did the same to Laiths back.

    “Ugh, they are so tight . . . I hate thissss sssooo much” said Laith.

    The looked at themselves in a mirror on the back door of the van. The flexed and messaged out any imperfections in there perfectly chiseled handsome human disguises. Morpheus had a buzzed military style hair cut and Laith had sandy blond short hair. Laiths skin had more of a tan than Morpheus’s, but Morpheus was bigger, giving him more . . . room. They messaged there handsome faces one last time before admiring each other. Laith stepped up to Morpheus as Morpheus ran his fingers through Laiths blond hair. They smiled before kissing each other passionately again. Laith then ran his hands down Mproheus’s back and clenched his butt, Morpheus let out a low deep growl.

    “No, we can’t get side-tracked, we have things to do, people to wear” he said after breaking the passionate kiss and backing up.

    They both laughed as they gathered up the officers clothes. They pulled on the pants and tight leather boots and their shirts, leaving behind the old skins and underwear. They pulled on their helmets before straddling the bikes and starting them. On Laiths bike, the radio went off; “we have a 911 call in a frat house off of route 66, we ask the closest respondents to please take the call”. Laith and Morpheus smiled at each other before Laith picked up the radio.

    “We’ll be right there” he said. They kissed each other one more time before starting their bikes and riding off. Before they were out of view the van closed its doors and hovered over the forest before disappearing. All that was left was the handsome skins that they once wore . . . there empty eyes staring at the red horizon . . .


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  • Cuffs and Badges

    My name is Timothy Robinson. I am your typical tall dark and handsom. I am 29 years old working for the police force. I have always been curiouse about the same sex and my curiosity was fufilled the day I made one of the worst mistakes of my life. If all started when I accidently made a fool of my boss, cheif Arnold Richardson, by proving him wrong in a case we were working on. That day I had walked into the office thinking to myself nothing could go wrong I am a police officer. Jamie, my partener, called me into the team room immediately for the debreifing.

    “Jamie what is our lead on the pherensic evidence found at the scene” cheif Richardson barked.

    “Uh we have no matches on any of the fibers found on the body” he replied cautiously

    “Robinson what about you”

    “None of the people in the area remember seeing anything suspicouse”

    “Well then we have nothing”

    “Sir I have been analyzing the recent pattern of the cerial killer and according to the data he could strike anywhere” Jamie informed

    “Well it looks like he will kill here since the kills keep going down”

    “Sir I believe he might kill here because his MO shows he like private places to rape and murder the victims and the most private place is the abandoned hotel on winslow street”

    “Well let’s see if you’re right or someone with more expereince like me is right we’ll send you and Jamie to the hotel and Cortez and I will go to the park” he said

    Jamie and I drove for 20 minutes until he said three words.

    “Are you crazy” he said

    “Why”

    “You just bet with the cheif and it doesn’t end good either way”

    “Well we just have to see who wins”

    We finally made it to the abandoned hotel. We sat in the car for what felt like hours staking the place out. After two hours we got a glimpse of a man dragging a young blonde girl into the building.

    “Let’s go” I whispered

    We walked up the old stone steps to the front oak doors. I turned the brass door handel slowly. We walked in swiftly but quietly until we heard a female voice scream. I ran as fast as I could to the voice. When we finally got there it was almost to late. I took out my gun and told him to frieze he dropped the knife and Jamie hand cuffed him while I cut the girl loose from her restraints. When got back to the station everyone was cheering and patting us on the backs.

    “Detective will you please come into my office” the cheif grunted

    I walked into the gray room. He closed the blinds and locked the door.

    “So you caught the killer and beat me in the bet” he said sitting into his desk chair

    “Uh I didn’t mean to…”

    “It’s okay but you have to realize we never set a prize on what you got when you won”

    “Well I didn’t think you would have wanted to give me a prize since betting is against the rules”

    “Well what do you want anything is appropriate”

    “What did you want sir”

    “I would have wanted to teach you a lesson” he said rubbing his cock so I could see

    “Well we can go with that”

    He stood up showing off his body which was chubby he rubbed hus mustache. I got up and walked over to him.

    “Is this really what we should do”o

    “Hell yeah” he said

    I started kissing his smooth warm lips and rubbed his cock which was about 9″ under his pants. His breath tasted like warm jelly doghnuts. I stripped off his police shirt to uncover his white T-shirt underneath.

    “Your breath tastes so good sir”

    “What does it taste like”

    “Freshely baked jelly doghnuts”

    “Good I had a strawberry one about 20 minutes ago”

    He unbuckled my pants and let them fall to the ground. I then pulled off my police shirt. I stood there in only my white T-shirt and black boxers. He sat me down in his chair.

    “I want your juicy fat cock detective”

    “Yuo’ll be surprised what I’m packing”

    He pulled down my boxers so they also fell to the floor.

    “Holy shit it’s like 9″ long and 3″ wide”

    “Told you you’d be surprised”

    He kissed the head of my cock as if he was worshipping it’s gloriousness. He slowly sucked on the head for a little while then took it almost all the way he only got about 4″ but he still did the job well. I couldn’t stop from moaning with pleasure. He soon stopped and took of his pants so you could see the wetness on his white bikini briefs from his precum. He grabbed his cuffs and hand cuffed my hands behind the chair.

    “Mmmm now this is better” he said

    “I love a good intarigation”

    “Well this is my payment for letting you win the bet” he said sitting on my lap so he could makeout with me. I could feel his cock throbbing against mine. I loved the feeling of him rubbing his cock on mine and kissing me with that jelly doghnut breath.

    “Time to punish me detective”

    “How am I supposed to do that I’m handcuffed” I asked

    “You’ll see”

    He pulled his underwear down to reveal what looked like a 11″ long and 2″ wide cock. He dug a condom and a bottle of lube out of his desk he pjt the condom on my cock and lubed up his ass.

    “No hesitation I’m going all the way”

    “Are you sur…”

    Before I could finish my sentence he went the way. The tightness of his hole felt so good, but for him it was painful. After 5 minutes he was still wincing but the pain had died down. I grabbed his cock and jerked it while he bounced up and down on my cock. Within 6 minutes I was ready to blow my load and from the looks of it he was aswell.

    “I’m cuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmiiiiinnnnnnnggggggggg” I moaned blowing seven loads of my sperm in his ass.

    He got up and stuck his cock in my mouth.

    “I want you to taste what your boss delivers”

    He blew one of the juiciest and tastiest loads I’ve ever tasted. I tried to suck as much up as I could but some fell out. I kissed him giving a taste of what he delivered to me and cleaned him up.

    “Thank you for the reward cheif” I said walking out the door after he uncuffed me and I had gotten dressed.

    “Anytime kid” he yrlled back”

    “So what did he say” Jamie asked eagerly

    “He just congratulated me” I replied

  • The Fire Breather

    I was 19 when I met him. We met at the end of a spring break party. Looking back on it, I realize I was close to making the wrong decision, but luckily I was saved by him.

    It was 10 pm and dark out. I couldn’t see my reflection in my car window, but I could see my silhouette. I knew who I would see anyway. Adam Wrenfell, the gay guy in the all male family. With his sexy build, and muscular arms. Biceps, abs, chest, legs, and not to mention ass. All of my friends told me I had the most amazing butt. However, I was single, due to the fact that I was kinsey 6 gay.

    I was at the end of the beach, and the party was at the other, but it was nothing that a short jog or thirty minute walk couldn’t fix. So, my legs put me in motion, and shortly after, I was trudging through the sand, nearing the middle of the beach, already exhausted.

    This was an unfamiliar spot, so of course I didn’t know that right when I plopped down on the sand for a rest, I was somewhere where I wasn’t supposed to be. Ensuing the sight of a naked woman walking past, I felt disgusted and was just about to say something when I saw a group of men, also nude, coming my way.

    ‘Oh shit,’ I thought, ‘I’m in the nudist section.’

    The men must’ve been mid-20’s and three of the four were absolutely gorgeous. The one in the front stopped next to be and dropped into a squat.

    “You’re wearing too many clothes, son,” he told me. He was probably a few inches taller then my 5’10” and had a swimmer build. It’s my guess that’s why him and his buddies were there. His chest had a small layer of hair over it, and below his belly button he had a happy trail that lead to the capital of his manliness.

    “Yeah sorry I didn’t notice until now I was in the nudist section.”

    Let me get something straight: The only penises I ever saw were my family members (I had a dad and two brothers.) so when I saw the man’s dick flop down, almost touching the sand, I started throwing wood.

    “Well maybe you should take these off,” one of the other men said.

    The other man was just his height, without as many defined muscles, but still had them. He was cleanly shaved, and his cock was probably the width of a beer can and the length of a crayon while it was flaccid, but since his thick black hair was wet, I guessed he was just in cold water and let it slide, since that probably made it shorter. He introduced himself to me first.

    “Scott,” he said, and held out a hand in front of his pelvis.

    I thrust my hand out to make a grab at his hand, but last minute he pulled his hand away, and I almost has my fingers around his penis.

    “Too slow!” He exclaimed with a chuckle and squatted on my other side, his own dick and balls swaying between his legs.

    I realize I wasn’t talking, but I thought it was best not to. I also thought it was probably best to get to the spring break party since that’s what I came for, but if I stood up, I’d only be exposing my boner.

    I didn’t know what to do, so finally I spoke. “Um is there a bathroom around here Scott?”

    His friend, the first man, got up and walked over to the other two men. Scott just smiled at me and patted my back. “Yeah why don’t I just accompany you there?”

    “Oh no, really I can find it myself.”

    “Nonsense, I wouldn’t be a good friend if I didn’t,” he told me, and waved the last attractive man over.

    He introduced himself as Lenny. He was blonde, very tan, and very muscular, with a big, flopping, six inch flaccid dick in the center of his hips, with two lime-sized balls right under. He smiled and reached his hand forward to shake mine while he told me his name.

    I reached out, “Adam,” I told him.

    He quickly pulled his hand back like Scott had, but this time he hopped forward and trapped my hand between his legs.

    “Gotcha!” He yelled.

    My eyes went wide, and Scott just laughed and said, “he’s just saying hi.”

    I had barely gotten to know Lenny, but less than five seconds after I learned his name I had my left hands fingers squirming all over his taint, and his balls cupped in my actual palm.

    “Lenny, would you come with me and Adam here to the bathroom?”

    “Well sure,” he said, and started turning, slowly rubbing my whole hand against the inside of his crotch and his testes and taint.

    His legs slowly opened up so he could start walking back, and as soon as they did, I pulled my hand out and waved it off in the air. Scott just laughed and took my wrist, then he wiped my own hand all over his chest, as if getting The aura of Lenny’s taint off my hand.

    “Let’s go,” he said, and got up to follow Lenny.

    I was surprised that Scott just wiped my hand all over his chest and Lenny tricked me into grabbing into his crotch. Don’t get me wrong, since I’m gay, that was fucking amazing to have a mans privates all over my hand, but as it occurred, I didn’t know where his privates had been.

    I slowly got up, putting my right hand in my pocket to take the tent in my shorts down. Then, I followed behind Scott and Lenny, who left their friends waiting for them. As I focused my eyes on Lenny to see where he was going, I didn’t notice Scott slowing down to behind me.

    “Hey Adam,” he murmured.

    “Hm?”

    “You’ve gotta take those clothes off, bud. Not allowed.”

    I sighed angrily and in frustration, and pulls my black muscle v neck over my head and I stepped out of my cargo shorts as they fell to the ground. I was going commando, so of course, I was buck naked in front of Scott, luckily, I had my back facing him so he didn’t see the partial that had been fading since it’s full erectness when I got up and out my clothes under a bush with twisted roots.

    I didn’t hear another peep out of him until a few minutes later when we were on a sand path in between closely packed trees. I had caught up right behind Lenny. When I did catch up with him, I got distracted by his ass. It was a perfect combination of meat and muscle. Mostly meat. It bobbed when he walked, one cheek sliding above the other, and then the roles reversed. Suddenly, he bent all the way over, which spread his cheeks and showed a tight-looking perky asshole. I kept walking due to my trance, and ended up walking right into him, not noticing until last minute when my junk was rubbing against his ass. I guess the stop was too sudden, because before I knew it, Scott slammed into me, and I slammed into Lenny again. And we all toppled over.

    “Disgusting.”

    I opened my eyes and looked up. It was a woman, glaring at the pile of nude men all on top of each other. My ears pounded with blood. And I clenched my teeth at her heterosexist remark.

    “What’s disgusting is your failed vasectomy you skitch. Get out,” I hissed.

    She gave me a look and walked away. I felt Lenny below my bare body and Scott on top.

    “Whoa, where did that come from, you little stud?” Lenny blurted out.

    I felt Scott shifting on top of me, aiming to get off, but only succeeding in sliding off from my head. His fat dick and balls dragging themselves slowly but unnecessarily down the back of my hair to the top and then they dropped off to his pelvis. I felt in the most awkward situation. I only wanted to pee. As it happened, my form was set in a way so my penis was nowhere near Lenny’s skin.

    I leaned my head up, and almost was hit in the face with 5 inches of raw beauty. Scott’s dick was beautifully slung right in front of his balls, and as tempted as I was, I kept my tongue inside my mouth.

    I hopped off Lenny quickly, not letting either of them catch a peek at my member. I had the feeling they were too open by now, and was walking in front of them to keep it that way, until we reached a small building with a men’s restroom sign on it. The concrete floor was cold, but the air was steamy and thick.

    As I walked in, I turned to the showers to my left, different men, all washing down. I looked down at myself, I was covered in sand from the fall. That wasn’t my goal though. I walked over to the urinals, which had no buffer whatsoever, and took my member in between my thumb and forefinger. Suddenly someone grabbed it. It was Lenny.

    “No way this is real!”

    I looked down at his hand. “Yeah.”

    Scott came up next to him and let his jaw drop. “How big is that!” He almost yelled.

    “Six and a half inches,” I muttered.

    “Huh?” Scott said, leaning his ear in.

    “Six and a half inches,” I repeated, a little louder.

    “It’s beautiful, for something that flaccid!” He exclaimed, and wrapped his fingers around it, pushing Lenny’s hand away.

    “Listen I really need to pee, and I should get to my party.”

    “Yeah no prob,” he grunted, and slapped my ass with his other hand, as if he was proud of my dick. “Shoot anytime.”

    He stayed in his spot, one hand on my ass and the other slowly stroking up and down the veins of my cock, taking it between two fingers and wagging it around, and sometimes just full on jerking it off. I had to admit, it felt kinda good having two men admire you enough to touch your genitals. A small sigh escaped my lips as I let my stream flow.

    He watched, his eyes magnetized to the event. In the moment my penis was glorified, and I felt kind of proud and confident in myself. I put my hands on my hips, my apparently huge dick being toyed with, and still streaming.

    Scott grabbed my waist and turned me towards him. “This thing is huge,” He said, I guess unaware that urine was being sprayed all over his chest and a little on his chin.

    “Uh I’m still urinating,” I blurted out.

    “Yeah I know. I have boundary problems sometimes, sorry,” he lifted up my member, inspecting the underside. His forehead and hair were getting soaked, and it dripped down his face. He slid his tongue over his upper lip and hummed, “yummy.”

    I turned around and looked at Lenny, who just smiled and gave me a thumbs up and a firm grab on the ass. I guess I was nervously smiling, because he have me a reassuring look. When I turned back around, I hadn’t noticed Scott, who was now opening his mouth, letting all of the pee dripping down his face fall into his mouth. As the last few drops came out, he centered his mouth directly in front of my prick to catch them. I took my cock into my hands and started to turn so I could shake off, but he just kept me where I was and opened his mouth.

    “Uh, I need to shake off.”

    He pointed to his mouth. I slowly took my member between my forefinger and my thumb again and start violently whipping my penis around. It was rubbing all over his face and slapping against his cheeks. He just chuckled and finally closed his lips around the tip.

    It was a warm feeling, and as soon as I felt it, I wanted more, and stayed still as he slowly got down all eight inches of my hardening cock. We he got all the way down he gagged a little, and I couldn’t help but moan as the vibration slowly went in waves through my hardon.

    He slowly started bobbing his head up and down, and Lenny came up from behind and wrapped his arms around me from behind, pinching and twisting my nipples. I let out another cry and set one of my hands on Scott’s head, my other on Lenny cheek. Lenny slowly started licking, sucking, and kissing at my neck, and one of his hands disappeared from one of my nipples. I felt it moments later, the middle finger pressing against my asshole.

    “Unhh, Lenny. Scott. What if someone catches us..”

    Lenny whispered into my ear, “They can fuck you while you have my cock all the way down your throat.”

    My eyes widened when I heard that. I suddenly became aware of the situation and I push Scott’s head away and pulled out of Lenny’s grip.

    “Whoa wait, I just came to pee.”

    “And it evolved into something a bit more,” Lenny said, and reached over to me.

    I pushed his hand away and said, “I’d better go.”

    I quickly left the bathroom, hearing footsteps quickly behind me, but a slip and a thud afterward. I went back to the bush with the twisted roots and pulled my cargo shorts, black deep V, and beanie that was in my shorts back pocket on. I held my flip flops and went back to the shore, where the original naked man and his taller, less attractive but still pretty hot friend were standing talking.

    They must’ve realized something was wrong when I came without the two nude men that were hungry for man meat, and they both started walking towards me. I turned and started sprinting towards the lights, listening to the quick footsteps behind me, and my pounding heart, and my deep breaths.

    After a while I didn’t hear them anymore, and I stopped running at the edge of the party, where the people parted for me as if I were to run into them. It just so happened that the space they provided was a full frontal view of five fire dancers spinning their torches.

    All of them were men, and were in anklets, chokers, and bracelets all made out of leaves. And besides their loincloths, they seemed to be just as naked as the men I was with only a few moments ago. It must’ve been pretty apparent to them all that I parted the people, because they all looked at me. I looked at each one of their faces, and paused at the fourth one, next to the one in the middle.

    He was beautiful. His chest was like two slabs of muscle right above his amazingly sculpted abs, which ended with a v line that had a set of muscular thighs and calves that would make a runner cry. The arms that held his batons were thick with muscle, and they held up proportional forearms. And his face. His lips were fine under his delicate nose and his light brown eyes were directed right in mine, and his short brown hair was put up into a faux hawk, with red dyed tips. He was smiling at me, showing off pearly white teeth.

    I couldn’t help but grin back as he twirled both of his double-ended-flaming batons around his body.

    When they all finish their performance, they each picked up their own canteen from the ground, took a swig of what I assumed was some sort of fuel, and spit it out in front of them, making a mist. Just as they spit, they put one flaming end of their batons in front of their mouth, giving the illusion they were breathing fire.

    Everyone clapped when they were finished, and they all put out their fires. The one boy who I was staring at began his way towards me, and smiled again.

    “Quite an entrance,” he said. His voice was smooth and clear.

    “Thanks, but I think you were really the star of the show there,” I joked, grinning.

    “Should I have been though?” He looked directly into my eyes, biting his lower lip.

    I only grinned back. “I’m Adam.”

    He broke back into a sexy grin. “I’m Nick.”