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During my four years of high school I had always thought our football coach was hot. When he started, it was his first coaching job and he was only twenty-three years old. I always enjoyed being around him and was always turned on.

Yes, I was gay, but with the exception of just a very few guys, no one knew. Immediately after graduation, I joined the Marines and knew I had to keep my secret now more than ever.

I went through boot camp and managed to finish in the top 5% of the class. We were given ten days leave after camp and I couldn’t wait to get home for a few days and see my dad.

Dad was one of the few people that knew I was gay and he totally accepted my lifestyle. The night I arrived home, we talked and he was concerned about me and how hard it was to make it through. I assured him that I was doing okay.

The following morning, I began driving around town, visiting my old hang outs. As I passed the school, I noticed Coach Baker’s car in the parking lot by the gym.

I quickly pulled into the lot to visit with him.

I parked and eased into the gym and headed for his office. The door was open and as I stepped into the opening I said, “Hey, Coach.”

Startled, he looked up and saw me and smiled. “Damn, Mark, you look good enough to eat.”

As he began to turn a bright red, I knew that he has said it without thinking. To see how he reacted, I quickly said, “I’ve always thought you were pretty hot also.”

He smiled a devilish smile and came over and hugged me asking how I was doing.

“I’m doing great,” I replied.

“How long are you home for?”

“About another week,” I replied.

He offered me a chair and I sat down and we began to visit and catch up on what had been going on. It was a Friday and he asked what plans I had for the weekend. I told him that my dad and I had plans for Saturday but that was all.

“Mark, since you’re a former student, I may be out of line, but I’d sure enjoy it if you came over and visited Sunday and had dinner with me.”

“I’d like that,” I replied. The way Coach had been looking at me led me to believe that if he wasn’t totally gay, that he was probably bisexual. I wanted to find out.

“And by the way, call me Dustin. We’re not in school any more.”

We made arrangements for me to be at his house about noon and we’d spend the afternoon together. “Come comfortable,” he had said with a sly smile.

Dustin was renting a place out on the edge of town. He had told me that it had a small but nice swimming pool and the closest neighbor was a half mile away. Because of that information, I couldn’t help but wonder what he had in mind.

I became more and more excited and anxious as I drove out to see Dustin. I arrived and turned into the long drive leading to the house. It sat back off the road in an opening that had been cleared in the wooded property.

As I got out of the car, he stepped out of the house wearing just shorts. His chest was muscular and covered with a nice dusting of brown hair. I noticed that his left nipple bore a silver ring.

He gave me another tight hug and said, “Make yourself at home,” as we walked into he house.

“You might be embarrassed if I do,” I replied.

“Never! I seldom get embarrassed,” he replied. “And just so you know, being totally private out here, when I’m home I’m nearly always nude.”

“I really can’t blame you,” I said. “The way I look at it is that it is your place so you should do what you feel like, and if I don’t approve I don’t have to stay.”

“Mark, do you REALLY feel that way?”

“Of course I do. This world has too many closed minded people. It would be so much better if every one could freely do what they waned when and where they wanted.”

“Well, I damn sure agree with that,” he replied.

He offered me a soda before we headed out to sit by the pool. We talked about the past and the future and after a while he stood and suggested that we go for a swim. As he said it, he dropped his shorts and stood there totally nude before diving into the clear blue water.

I’ve never been bashful and by the time he surfaced, I had removed my shirt and was dropping my shorts. Like him, I wasn’t wearing underwear, so I was nude very quickly. As I walked to the edge of the pool, I could see him smile as he looked me over. I dove in and surfaced right nest to him but not before I got a good look at his stiffening cock under water.

As I surfaced and stood to face him, it happened. He stepped closer to me and in the blink of an eye, he put his right hand behind my head and pulled my face to his and kissed me passionately. And as we kissed, he offered his tongue to me. I responded but kept my eagerness hidden.

After we separated, he looked into my eyes and said, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that but I just couldn’t help myself.”

“Hey man, no apology is necessary. You didn’t see me resisting in any way did you?”

“No, I guess not.”

“Well then, if you’re so inclined, feel free to do it again anytime.”

“Mark, I have to confess. During your senior year of high school, every time I saw you I wanted to kiss you. Your lips are so fucking sexy.”

“Dustin, I also have a confession. I’ve always wanted to see you nude. I really have thought you were exceptionally hot.”

He stepped back close to me and eased his face to mine and as our lips met, I immediately parted mine and offered my tongue which he eagerly accepted. As we kissed, I slipped my hand toward him and quickly grasped his hard cock and began slowly stroking it. Moments later, as we kissed, he grasped mine.

When the kiss ended, without hesitation, I took in a deep breath and disappeared under the surface and eagerly swallowed his cock. I sucked as long as I could before surfacing for more air. When I surfaced he held me and gave me a quick kiss and said, “Shall we go inside?”

“Why not here in the yard?”

We got out and he grabbed a blanket and quickly spread it out. Within seconds, we were on the blanket and lovingly sucking each others cock. Before long, he began to climax and that brought me over the edge. We both hungrily devoured the delicious cream fed to us.

After another quick kiss, I looked at him and said, “I’ve wanted to do what we just did since my junior year.”

“With me, I was hot for you during your senior year, and by the way I saw you looking at me I felt sure you wouldn’t resist.”

“Why didn’t you let me know somehow?”

“I just couldn’t do it with a student.”

“I can understand that,” I told him.

“Can I ask you a question? And if you don’t want to answer, I’ll understand.”

“Ask away.”

“Were you having sex with any others on the team?”

I smiled and said, “Yes I was. Glen, Chuck and Brad.”

“Holy shit. Chuck and Brad will be seniors this year and knowing that they play is going to be hell for me.”

“Well, you asked.”

We had another sixty-nine later before we had dinner. After dinner, Dustin invited me to stay the night with him and I accepted.

I called dad and told him I was staying the night at Dustin’s and he asked, “Is he gay also?”

His question caught me off guard because dad had never questioned me like that before but I answered and just said ‘Yes’ since Dustin was standing near by.

“See you tomorrow,” dad said before hanging up.

After the call, we headed for Dustin’s bedroom where he immediately told me that he wanted my cock up his ass. I gladly obliged and soon filled his depths with my hot load. Afterward, I had him fill my hole. His cock felt awesome as he worked it in and out of my ass. His hot load shooting up me felt even better.

Dustin and I had sex twice more before I left for my first assignment. Dustin and I sent e-mails often and frequently chatted in a chat room.

When I got leave, I would head home and renew my activities with Dustin. I finished my enlistment and was released early. I decided that I would surprise dad by arriving early.

I arrived home late on a Saturday night and saw the lights in dad’s bedroom still on. I quietly unlocked the door and eased in. As I eased down the hall toward dads bedroom I heard soft talking, then some soft moaning. ‘Damn, dad has a girlfriend,’ I thought.

I eased up to the door and peaked in only to see my dad on his back and his legs pulled up and Dustin fucking his ass. I froze.

After a moment, I heard dad say softly, “The next load goes down my throat.”

“Only after you fuck me,” Dustin told him. I watched as Dustin filled dads hole, then as dad fucked Dustin. Then I watched as dad expertly swallowed Dustin’s large cock like a pro and suck him dry.

I eased back out of the house in disbelief at what I had seen. I had never had any idea that my dad was gay. I began to remember back when I was home on leave and dad asking if Dustin was gay. Was dad thinking about getting with him then?

I went to a motel and got a room and soon was having sex with a hot horny married trucker that did it all.

The next day I called Dustin and told him I was in town and wanted to see him.

“I’ve missed you and need your arms around me.”

“Come on over. I’ll be waiting. The door will be unlocked. Just come on in.”

I arrived and immediately stripped and went to the bedroom where Dustin and I had a long hot passionate sixty-nine.

Afterward, as we kissed and cuddled, he asked what my plans were since I was out of the service.

“I’ll probably enroll in college, I said. Then after a moment I casually asked, “How long have you been having sex with my dad?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” he asked innocently.

I told him about the night before and he looked away from me.

“I don’t mind,” I said, “but I never had any idea that he was gay also.”

“You didn’t?”

“No.”

“After you left that first time after boot camp, he called later and told me that you had told him to make sure I didn’t get lonely and horny. I thought you knew. I did think it strange that he told me not to mention it when we chatted for security reasons.”

I had a plan.

Dustin called dad and told him that he was horny and needed him. Dad agreed to come over after work. I hid my car and Dustin and I had sex that afternoon to pass the time.

Then as time for dad to arrive, I went to one of the spare bedrooms.

The plan was that they would have sex, with the lights out and once it was totally dark, Dustin would make an excuse to go to the kitchen. In his place, I would slip into his room in the darkness and begin having sex with dad.

Dad arrived and Dustin went into action. Once completely dark, Dustin came out and after a moment I slipped in and soon had my dad in a sixty-nine. After we ate each others loads we kissed and made out before soon fucking each other.

It was planned that once I had my cock buried in dads ass, I would clear my throat and Dustin would turn on the light.

Dad and I had sucked each other and eaten each others load of cum and dad had fucked me, I slipped my cock deep into my dad’s ass. I began pumping in and out rapidly and as dad moaned and said how great it felt, I cleared my throat.

Suddenly, the overhead light came on and dad jerked in surprise before realizing that his own son was fucking his ass.

“HOLY SHIT!” he exclaimed as I began filling his ass with my load. As my load filled his ass, I leaned forward and began tongue kissing him passionately.

As I pulled out, he realized that he and I had sucked each other and that he had recently fucked my ass.

Dustin joined us in bed and we talked with me telling dad about seeing them the night before. I asked dad when he started with men and he said that he had been curious since high school but only became active after my mom had died when I was five.

I started college and dad and I had sex almost daily and we often had three ways with Dustin. I got my degree on physical education and Dustin urged the school board to hire me as an assistant coach. he and I would check out the seniors on the team when they showered and compared notes on who we thought was hot and who might be into cock. We just NEVER acted on our thoughts.

I had moved in with Dustin and we soon became lovers. I found out that dad had been seeing a friend of his for several years for sex and once everything was out in the open they became life partners.

Weekend four-ways were common and awesome. They also brought dad and I much closer.

THE END…………..

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“Can you do something to keep that bloody hound quiet?”

Barnes had had enough. He was trying to get into James’ pants, yes, but the howling of that damned dog was driving him to distraction, and it was just that much more than he needed out here in a muddy trench on the Aisne with the Huns singing and shooting off their guns at ten-minute intervals from dusk to dawn to destroy any chance he and his mates had at a good sleep.

“It’s because of Elliott. The dog can’t understand why he isn’t here anymore.”

Elliott, Elliott, Elliot. That’s all James could talk about since the lieutenant got splattered in three directions by a well-thrown hand grenade. Barnes thought that, with the lieutenant gone, he himself had a chance with the young—what was he?—a lord or something. Leave it to the aristos to stick to their own beyond the grave.

“It’s time to let the dog loose then, if he can’t reattach his loyalties, Master James. How did Corporal Elliott pick him up to begin with? We were on a bloody panicked retreat march all the way from Mons.”

“It was in the woods at the Battle of Mons. The dog was draped over the body of a dead Hun and howling. But Elliott managed to coax her away.”

“So, it’s a German dog. Maybe it’s a spy dog. Maybe . . .” Barnes stopped there. He could see that James was tightening up, distressed and displeased by this. “Sorry, sir, it was just a joke.”

The reminder of the difference in their positions, even in the trenches, had caused James to square his shoulders away and helped him to dismiss the comment. “She’s a British dog now. We were going mad—all of us. The dog gave us something other than the fighting to concentrate on. Some sense of what it means to be in the human race.”

That’s not all you found to pull yourself away from the war, Barnes thought. I know that you and Elliott were fucking whenever you could get the chance. And you’re a nice little piece, you are. I’d like to fuck you too. I intend to. Intend to give you a little taste of the democratic. Pull you down a notch. It’ll be good for you. After this war, things are gonna open up. There’s going to be less of a divide in classes then, you’ll see. I’m going to fuck you good—if for no other reason than that you give that mutt the lieutenant took off a dead German higher regard than you do me. Just because I’m a fisherman by trade and you’re an aristocratic lay about. Or you were before we were thrown in together in this mess—and no doubt you intend to return to that if you survive this hell on earth.

Barnes knew he was just blowing smoke about the extension of a class divide into the trenches. It was the Jameses and Elliotts of the world who ranked higher here than the bricklayers even though it was the bricklayers who had more of a feel for a dirty fight like this. And no matter what else, it would be the Elliotts and Jameses who were called by their first names by each other in civilian life and called master and sir, and the farmers and fishermen, like Barnes, who would be summoned by their last names in all circumstances.

His attention returned to the present, though. At least for the moment, the dog had stopped howling. James was holding her close to his chest, and, though trembling—they both were trembling . . . all three of them were trembling considering the circumstances they were in; there were no really differences between one breathing soul and another in a foxhole—the dog was momentarily quiet.

James had such a look of concern—for the dog—and nervous affection in his eyes that Barnes’ ire drained from him. Yes, James was quite a delicious piece, and Barnes hadn’t had any tail in weeks. James took it, Barnes knew. He’d seen him taking it from Elliott. Barnes was hard just from looking at James and thinking about what he could do with him—what he intended to get from him. It wasn’t just Barnes who was randy for it, he knew. James had liked getting it from Elliott well enough. And Elliott had been dead for over a week now. James was ripe for wanting it. Elliott wasn’t here to give it to him and Barnes was more than willing to step in to do the honors.

The dog. The dog was key to all of this.

“There, that’s better. She has quieted down,” Barnes said. “Sorry to have growled about the noise, but it’s a bad thing we’ve got here.”

“Yes, yes, I know. But Dog makes it nearly tolerable. There’s got to be some form of sanity and civilization that we’re fighting for.”

“Dog. Is that what you call her?”

“Elliott and I were discussing names for her. But . . . there wasn’t time. Elliott . . . well, we never got beyond calling her Dog. And she answers to that.”

“She’s just a mutt.” A mutt, just like me, compared to you, Barnes was thinking.

“Makes no difference. She’s affectionate . . . and shows appreciation for any kindness she receives.” The dog was sitting up in James’ lap, reaching up to his face with her tongue in reaction to his gentle petting. He had a rope around her neck, which he held onto with a hand for dear life to keep her here. She had been snuffling around, looking for Elliott, and no doubt would go over the lip of the trench looking for him if she wasn’t restrained.

Barnes wished he could be kissing the beautiful young man’s face like the dog was doing. He reached over and rubbed the dog on the ear, and she turned her muzzle to him and licked his hand.

“Yes, I can see that she’s affectionate,” Barnes said. “You know you can’t really keep her for long here in this trench, though.”

“She’s safer in the trench than out there. And I feel more human with her here. And she’s part of Elliott. I mean to keep her until this all ends. Take her back to England.”

“You can’t take her back to England. You know the odds of doing that, don’t you?”

“It’s a goal. Do you have a goal, Barnes?”

You can bet your sweet ass, I do, Master James, Barnes thought. You can literally bet your ass on that. “I have a goal of just keeping meself alive through this, Master James. And I wouldn’t mind keeping you that way too.”

“Me?” James asked, giving Barnes a searching look—maybe the first close look he’d ever given the man. He was big—tall and broad shouldered—a ruddy complexion and flaming red hair. Heavily muscled, in keeping with a man who worked hard in manual labor. He was ruggedly handsome. James shuddered, realizing he found the man arousing. If anything, more primeval and overtly sexual than Elliott, who had been a bit effete—had been. “You’d have a lookout for me?”

“You can believe it,” Barnes said. “I’ve had a lookout for you for weeks.”

James’ mind worked on that. Now that he thought about it, it was true. From the time they’d fallen into a reconstituted unit of the British Expeditionary Forces at the Battle of Mons until they had literally fallen into this trench as the maneuvering against the Huns had settled down to trench warfare on the river Aisne, Barnes had been there, helping James avoid disaster and keeping moving in the retreat from Mons.

“Yes, you’re right . . . I . . .”

Whatever James was going to say was rudely interrupted by the burst of a shell very close by that rocked the very walls of the trench and had the two men hitting the dirt, Barnes protectively on top of James, as clods of earth rained down on their heads.

When they came up for air, the two men’s eyes were locked on the other’s. The expression on James’ face was one of surprise and sudden awareness; the expression on Barnes’ was undisguised lust.

Their faces slowly moved toward each other, but suddenly James’ eyes opened wide and, lifting the empty hand that had been clutching the end of the rope tied to Dog’s neck but now no more, cried out. “The dog. Where is she?”

She wasn’t anywhere to be seen.

* * * *

“Where is she? Where’s the dog?” James was scrambling around along the base of the trench. There was a pile of rubble beside him, dirt and rocks that had been pulled down off the wall by the nearby blast. He was scrabbling at this with his bare hands.

“Hold on, sir,” Barnes exclaimed, pulling James’ hands away by the wrists. “You’ll bloody your hands. And there ain’t room in that rubble for there to be a dog there. Quiet down so the Huns don’t turn their attention here, and I’ll take a look see over the rim and see if she bolted out there.”

“You’ll raise your head to the rim?” James called out in shock. “You can’t. You’ll get your head blown off.”

“Not if you’ll go down the trench and make a bit of noise, Master James. To divert any attention the Huns have to give. Well, go on now. If she’s out there, don’t give her more time to wander off.”

Giving him a look of both panic and appreciation, James moved down the trench and started making noise.

Barnes jumped up on a stool positioned at the base of the wall for the purpose and peeked over the top of the trench. He saw a couple of heads lifted over the rim of the German trench, but the German soldiers’ attention was focused to where James was raising a ruckus. He had chosen to play a death scene to make the German’s feel good about their one-off hand grenade attack. The dog was out there too, three or four yards beyond the rim of the British trench, crouched down and trembling with fear.

In a sotto voce, Barnes called out to the dog, trying to get her attention, but the heads of the Germans snapped back in his direction, and he quickly pulled his head down.

He could hear the Germans talking, and he knew enough of their lingo to know they’d seen the dog. He waited, in fear, listening for the shots that would indicate that the Germans would use the dog for target practice. But then he breathed easier when he didn’t hear that, but, instead, heard them calling out to the dog, whistling for it, and speaking in tones of encouragement.

He reached for his ration box and took out a hunk of what they had been told was meat. He took the chance of raising his head to where he could see the dog and extended his arm, his hand holding the hunk of meat, over the rim. He whistled for the dog too and added his voice of encouragement to that of the German soldiers’. Any second now he knew he’d feel a bullet—not hear it but feel it hit him.

But no bullets came, and the Germans stopped calling for the dog. The dog turned its muzzle toward him and saw the meat. She moved a yard closer to him, but then stopped, in confusion, immobilized by fear.

“Es ist meine Hund,” Barnes called out. “Es ist ängstlich. Es ist nur meine Hund.” He hoped he wasn’t speaking German so badly that he wouldn’t be understand. He had tried to convey that it was his dog, that it was scared, and that it only was a dog. He knew it was a risk. If the dog was identified as a British soldier’s pet, there was every chance that would initiate the target practice that hadn’t happened before. But the spattering of German he heard from across the space between the trenches didn’t sound belligerent. And they had stopped whistling for the dog when he had started. And no one had tried to shoot off the hand he had extended over the rim of the trench.

James had crawled back. “What are you doing? Is she out there? You can’t expose yourself like that.”

“Do you have anything that’s white that you can lift on your bayonet?” Barnes asked, ignoring the torrent of concerned words James had unleashed.

James pulled out a handkerchief that had been white as recently as two weeks earlier and, his motions showing he was almost numb with fear and concern, stuck it on the bayonet and raised his rifle over the rim of the trench.

“Ich komme für der Hund. Nur für der Hund,” Barnes called out, trying to let them know that he was coming out of the trench only to retrieve the dog, nothing more. Then, with a gulp and a deep sigh—and shaking off the hand that James tried to restrain him with, he hauled himself up onto the rim of the trench.

“Come, girl, come to me,” he whispered in a shaky voice. “Nice meat. I have this nice meat for you. You come to me and I’ll share my meals with you, fifty-fifty. You want to see James again, don’t you?”

Slowly the dog inched toward him on her haunches. Her whole body was shuddering, but her eyes were on the piece of meat.

The whole world went silent in Barnes’ head. He was waiting to hear or feel the shot, but there was nothing, not even birds singing. The whole world was silent, holding its breath.

When the dog had come close enough, Barnes grabbed her and pulled her quickly down into the trench with him. As he descended, he felt his bladder give way. He was peeing his pants. But he didn’t care. He felt like crying out for joy—the joy of still being alive—and he was noisily gulping in great drafts of air.

He still was listening for the shots, but instead of that he heard clapping and cheering floating over from the German trench—and down the line of the British trench too, where, unbeknownst to him, British soldiers scattered down the line, more thinly scattered than they wanted the Germans to know, had been watching the little drama and were cheering and clapping as well.

He was clutching the dog to his chest, but he felt a weight pushing him down to the ground, covering him, and James’ lips on his.

* * * *

They fucked there on the muddy floor of the trench, wildly, noisily. If others along the British line knew what they were doing, they didn’t disturb them or try to stop them. The soldiers, to a man, were tired and beyond fear and caring, having faced battle and death—and, perhaps worse, weeks of just waiting for death in the trenches. There was little distinguishing between right and wrong anymore or the need to feed prejudices or to harbor smug attitudes of what any of them would or would not do to make it through the night.

They clutched the dog between them for dear life, but they were clutching each other as well. They fucked in their muddy, stiff from sweat uniforms, Barnes sitting on the ground and James sitting in his lap, facing him, their clothes adjusted just enough for Barnes to have his cock out and James to bare his ass.

Barnes held James close and James raised and lowered his ass canal on Barnes’ cock until both had ejaculated in a flood of spent-up cum. Barnes remained encased, however, and, after they’d rested a bit, they fucked again in the same position, this time less frenetically, more languidly. James knew exactly what to do. He and Elliott had done this several times, like this, before Elliott had been killed.

Afterward, night having fallen, James huddled close beside Barnes, watching Barnes tie the end of the rope attached to the dog’s neck around James’ wrist. “There, now if Ellie is spooked by a blast and bolts, she’ll have to drag you with her over the rim.”

“I thought you hated the dog, wanted to get rid of it. I didn’t know you cared,” James said.

“I didn’t know I cared, either,” Barnes said. “But you were right . . . right about us needing to try to stay human, on an individual scale, through this hell we’re in. The German soldiers over there seemed to get it too. Makes you feel that if they left wars to the rabble like us rather than the generals and politicians, wars wouldn’t be near as bad as this.”

“You called the dog Ellie,” James said, suddenly aware that Barnes had done that. “What . . . why . . . ?”

“I think it’s a fitting name, don’t you? As you said, it was Elliott’s dog. I feel now like it’s our dog—mine too. But I understand how you feel about Elliott. And I do want to fuck you again. And again and again. I think it will help us get through this. But I’m not Elliott and I don’t want to supplant Elliott in your view of things. I want you if you continue to want me, but because of you and me, not Elliott.”

They sat there in silence for a few minutes, Ellie snuffling back and forth between them, showing appreciation that both were petting her, showing her attention, after that wild ride when she was just a warm body trapped between them as they took their pleasure with each other.

“I don’t even know your first name,” James whispered.

“It’s Thomas, sir.”

“If you don’t mind, I’ll call you Tom from now on . . . and you’ll stop calling me sir. I hardly think the distinction is appropriate if you are going to have your dick stuck up inside me frequently now.”

“Yes . . . I think I’d like that,” Thomas answered.

“Which part? Me calling you by your first name or you having that big cock of yours buried up my arse?”

“Both, sir,” Thomas answered, and they both laughed.

“And that’s the last time you’ll call me sir too, won’t it be?”

“Yes . . . James,” Thomas responded, a smile on his face, joy in his heart. The class barriers already were tumbling away. He didn’t have to wait for the end of the war.

“Where are you from, Tom? I’ve never asked. And what did you do in life before going to war?”

“No you haven’t asked. I’m from the port of Weymouth, in Dorset. I’m a fisherman by trade.”

“I’m from near there myself.”

“Yes, s—.” He’d almost said “sir.” This wasn’t going to be easy for him. Class distinctions didn’t erase that easily. “Yes . . . I know. You are from up at Abbotsbury Hall. And Master Elliott, he was from Maiden Abbey, wasn’t he? You were childhood friends, weren’t you?”

“Yes,” James answered sadly. “We’d come all the way from Dorset together. There will be shock when we don’t return together. But . . . but you knew who I was and where I was from, and I didn’t know about you.”

“Yes . . . that’s right.”

“We’ll have to change that sort of thing when we get home, won’t we? It will be a whole new world for England, win or lose.”

“Yes, I think it will. And, James . . .”

“Yes?”

“I didn’t mean it about not being able to take Ellie back to England with you. We’ll just set that now as a goal. You can almost see France from Weymouth over the water on a good day. And I’ve got me a fishing boat waiting for me in Weymouth. We’ll get us all home.”

“Thanks, Tom. I’d like that. I’d like that a lot. And now do you know what I’d like a lot?”

“Yes, James, I can feel what you’d like now. And I don’t see any problem in giving it to you. Giving it to you real good.”

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Los Angeles to Paris, a ten and a half hour overnight flight; I’ve done it maybe a dozen times now, and believe me, the glamour and fun is long gone. Working for an international software company based in California, I was project manager to establish our European market, and Paris was the base of operations. With a doctorate in software development and a six figure salary, I could write my own ticket, but this job gave me the independence and fringe benefits to make my life quite comfortable, except for the travel requirements. At 35 years of age, with a wife and toddler at home, I would have thought I’d be more grounded by now.

But the home office in California was state of the art, with every convenience just steps away. My favorite was the state of the art gym and pool. Each day, I got to work early, headed for the gym for a good 40 minute workout followed by laps in the pool. I relaxed in the sauna before getting into my work outfit – jeans and a polo shirt. Before I dressed, I looked at myself in the mirror and reflected on my progress. Having been active in college swimming and running, I was able to hone my figure into a nice slim yet muscular firm physique. My shaggy brown hair was still nice and thick, unlike some of my colleagues who either began to show traces of gray or had thinning hair. I had a nice patch of short brown hair across my chest which I liked to keep trimmed. I wanted to be able to show off my six-pack abs which I had worked so hard to achieve and maintain. And I was most happy finally getting that V-line of muscle above my hips which pointed to my treasure trail. Sometimes when I wore a brief bathing suit, I would trace that V-line with my fingers right down to my cock. I love getting hard in a tight swim suit. My cock of course is probably average; maybe 7 ½ or almost 8 inches cut, on a good day, with trimmed pubes of course. I moved one of my legs out in front of me while I checked myself out. I flexed my leg to see the firm quadriceps and hamstring muscles.

But today, I’m dressed up wearing a red tie over a white button shirt, a pair of boxers, in a dark blue suit. That’s the official company uniform when making sales calls or overseas visits. The good news is that the company allows us to travel Business Class on the longer flights. For that trip, I took a wide body Air France flight, flight #77, which departed 9pm and arrives 5 pm the next day. I like the later flight, because after dinner and a movie, I’m ready to fall asleep and arrive late afternoon in France, so all the offices are closed and I can go straight to my hotel to unwind, change clothes, and maybe hang out at the hotel bar for a couple of hours before taking a shower and turning in for the night.

So I got on the aircraft and found my seat. The layout of the business class is nice and private. There are only four rows of six seats in each row. Two against the window, two in the middle, and two on the other side. With walls separating business class apart from first and economy, and even curtains between the rows within business class, it’s a great night flight for reading, resting, and of course sleeping. The new seats, especially on the European airlines, are called pods. They are self contained units that can recline to a full flat position. What’s also nice is that the armrests between the seats can be lowered, to allow for a more restful position when I want to lie down.

I’m in seat 10A, the last row in business class, my favorite seat. In the rear corner of business class and away from the kitchen area and bathrooms, it’s always quiet. And typically, the seat next to me is filled by some old rich widow or some other boring business man.

Settling into my seat and watching other passengers get on the airplane, I watched their faces to see if I could figure out who my seat neighbor might be. An obese elderly couple passed by, and I let out my breath knowing that I was safe. Some rich teenager strolled by, bopping along with ear phones so loud, even I could hear the music. That was a close call as well!

Suddenly a man about my age, also in a suit, walked by and gave me a half nod as he put his bag in the overhead compartment above our seats. He turned to the flight attendant and began to speak in French. Perfect I thought, with my own limited foreign language ability, I’m convinced that I am about to have a very quiet flight.

As my neighbor put himself in order, preparing for the long flight, I discretely looked him over. The typical Frenchmen, he wore a sharp tailored suit that hugged his obviously athletic body closely. I’ve noticed that French men and women dress impeccably, and this gentleman is no difference. His black hair is styled with a side part, the rest sweeping over to the side. His face is shaved smooth and his bronzed skin tells me that he probably beaches in the south of France each summer. At one point, he turned to me to see what I was up to and our eyes caught for the moment. He had the fiercest blue eyes I had ever seen, standing out against his darker complexion and black hair. Pretty unusual I thought. His suit pants were of the thinner leg style popular in Europe, which gave him a very metrosexual appearance. He quickly removed his suit jacket and found the hangar behind our seat pod to hang it up. He surprised me when he picked up another empty hanger and offered it to me, motioning at my suit.

Good idea, I thought, as I leaned forward and removed my own suit jacket and handed it to him.

“Thank you very much, monsieur,” I said, leaning back into my seat afterwards.

“Not a problem at all, Sir,” he responded in perfect English with a most wonderful French accent.

I looked over to see that he was also wearing a red tie over a white button shirt and a dark blue suit. The uniform of the day for modern international business, I thought to myself. The aircraft finally pulled away from the gate and was on the taxi way, awaiting take off. I picked up a magazine from the front seat pocket to see what latest calamity is happening in the world and sensed my seat mate busily fidgeting around quite a bit. I looked over at his hands, playing with the wedding band on his finger and saw that his face was a bit flushed, looking around.

“Do you not fly often,” I asked.

“Actually I do, but take off and landing have never been favorite activities,” I’m afraid to admit.

I put my magazine down. “This plane is one of the newer models, so it’s pretty safe. Plus the weather outside is perfect. Calm winds, no clouds. It should be a pretty boring flight all night long,” I said with a reassuring smile.

“Thank you, merci, I appreciate your kind words. My name is Philippe, Philippe Mignon,” he announced, holding out his hand towards me.

“You’re quite welcome Philippe, my name is Luke Copain. Glad to meet you,” I offered, as we shook hands.

“Well Luke, perhaps your name is a good sign, because our plane is already in the air and you have already distracted me, so thank you,” Philippe said.

“Why is my name a good sign?” I asked.

“Well, Copain is French, as I’m sure you already know. It means friend, but as between men, as you Americans would call a ‘buddy’,” Philippe explained.

I grinned. “Very nice, and yes I knew that some of my family had come from France several generations ago. “

The flight attendant came by and took our dinner order while Philippe and I kept up the small talk. He was exactly my age and was also married with two small children at home. He was a project manager for a European conglomerate headquartered in Paris which is where he lived. He was coming back from a series of meetings in California and across the United States with their subsidiary companies.

Once dinner was over, and the trays were cleared, we relaxed with a glass of wine. I allowed Philippe to make our selections as he seemed most knowledgeable. Soon the conversation turned to the topic of business travel, of which we had both endured many long lonely miles.

“I must say that the travelling is hard sometimes,” Philippe offered. “Despite what you may hear about us Frenchmen,” he said with a blushing grin, “we do not have mistresses all over town.” We both laughed.

“To be honest,” he continued, leaning in close to me as to not be overheard, “I have never been with another woman since I was married,” he admitted.

“Same here,” I offered. “Too much drama for sure, although lack of sex does leave us few alternatives,” I said, waving my open hand for effect. I couldn’t believe I had just said this, something so personal with a man I had only just met. My words were met by the blushing face of Philippe, who grinned like a school boy hearing a dirty joke.

“True, true,” he said after he stopped giggling.

“I guess we’re the same all over the world, huh,” I suggested, patting him quickly on the shoulder for reassurance. At that moment his eyes went wide from my touch, and I instantly pulled back, unsure if I had violated some unknown French standard of personal of behavior.

“Sorry,” I blurted out, retracting my hand quickly.

Philippe smiled after a moment. “No, no, it’s not you; I’m just use to the formality of working with Europeans, who are so stiff sometimes. But you Americans can be so much warmer,” Philippe explained.

“Well, for what it’s worth, I know many guys who can’t handle more than a handshake either. Can you believe that? I have no problems with hugs and stuff. After all, male or female, we’re all human and need the touch of another body sometimes,” I explained.

“Especially while on a long business trip away from home, yes?” Philippe said.

“And how long were you away from home,” I asked.

“About a month,” he answered.

“That is a long time,” I said.

“Yes, a month is too long to be away from, as we say, human contact,” Philippe added with a wink. We both chuckled.

“Oh wait a moment,” Philippe began, digging into his pants pocket and removing his wallet. he fished through it and pulled out a business card and handed it to me.

“I also work in central Paris, you should call me and we can meet for lunch or dinner sometime if you like,” Philippe offered.

I took the card and after a quick glance, put it into my own wallet.

“Thank you, I just may take you up on your offer,” I announced.

“I hope so,” he replied.

We finished our wine and noticed that the cabin lights were being lowered throughout the aircraft.

“I think that they are giving us a hint, no?” Philippe observed.

I kicked off my shoes and lowered my seat into a full recline, grabbing a pillow and blanket and getting myself ready for some sleep. Philippe did the same but we both had trouble getting comfortable, bumping into the wide middle arm rest unit. I sat back up and looked around my seat’s control panel.

“If you want, I think I can lower this middle unit, if you don’t mind an occasional elbow poking you, ” I joked.

“Yes, that would be wonderful,” Philippe said as he found his control button and we both pushed down the arm rest separating our seats. This allowed both seats to open into one large area. Having never done this before with another passenger, I was surprised that I was so willing, if not eager to do this. With our lights off, and the curtain half pulled around our seats, we settled back down and got comfortable. I laid down on my back, with my hands at my sides and closed my eyes, trying to relax. It wasn’t a few minutes when I heard Philippe rearrange himself and get into a similar position next to me, with our shoulders and hips barely touching. Our arms lay motionless next to each other. It felt so natural being so close, despite just meeting this man.

I was still awake and I sensed my fingers next to his. Don’t ask me why but for some reason, my fingers reached out and touched his fingers, giving them a light stroke, almost a reassuring touch that we were okay, flying across the planet in the dark, 35,000 feet in the air, alone but not really. My head began to race. Except for some mutual jacking and a couple of ‘experimental’ blowjobs both given and received in college, I had never really looked at other guys. But somehow, this felt different. I suddenly panicked thinking that Philippe might at any moment jump out of his seat and scream for a flight attendant to have his seat changed, but instead I was surprised when Philippe took my hand in his and just held it. And it felt good. It felt so, I don’t know, natural maybe? Like I had said earlier, human touch was human touch, regardless of gender.

Now I was definitely unable to sleep and I rolled onto my side, facing Philippe. I barely opened my eyes and saw that Philippe was already on his side facing me, his eyes wide open, a slight grin on his face. In the soft light of the aircraft, his facial features were impressive. The strong angled jaw line, the thin straight nose, the slim eyes and fine eyebrows. His face was impressive. Without thinking, my hand went to his jaw, lightly exploring his face as my hand travelled slowly along his cheeks. The bare hint of stubble that grew to harder stubble on his chin, I traced his fine features and acknowledged the warmth of his skin. His ears were on the small side as I tugged on his lobes and moved up to his temples, letting my fingers glide thought his hair, ruffling it up just so slightly. My fingers crossed his forehead and came down along the other side of his jaw and then went across his mouth. I felt the stubble from the morning’s shave across his upper lip and let my fingers feel the warm soft flesh of his lips. I crossed down to his lower lip as his tongue darted out, wetting my fingers before they felt the thicker flesh of his lower lip. And my heart was pounding, and that was from only touching his face, which seemed to glow ever so slightly in the darkness, lit only by the moonlight streaming in from my open window shade. And I took a deep breath.

Philippe leaned in closer, almost lying on my part of the chair, as he lifted his hand to my face, cupping my cheek in his open palm. To make things easier, I retracted my own hand to get it out of his way to allow his exploration. He caressed my cheek with the backside of his hand as he slowly moved across my face. When his hand passed my mouth, I offered a gentle kiss to his skin, and I could hear him take in a quick breath of air. Obviously he was finding this moment as sensual as I was. With his hand now open, he brushed over my forehead and ran his fingers through my hair, taking delight in mussing it up completely and giggling at his accomplishment.

And all I knew was that my heart was pounding and I was more aroused then I could remember in recent times. I took my free hand to Philippe’s collar and tugged on his tie to loosen it. Once a few inches below his collar, I unbuttoned the top two buttons and felt around. I could feel the warmth of his smooth firm skin and I heard him let out a slight gasp when I touched him. Philippe immediately went to his collar and pulled on his tie, opening it up and crumbling it into his pants pocket. With the tie out of the way, I took advantage of the situation and immediately opened all the buttons of his shirt. Philippe grabbed my hand to stop me before I was done but it was too late. I pulled at the shirt and opened it wide, revealing his smooth muscular chest. I was in awe scanning his smooth broad pecs and large dark nipples. He nervously looked around but no one was in sight. Most of the passengers were either quietly sleeping or wearing headphones engrossed in the bright screen images in front of them. The crew also seemed to be back at their own stations.

Philippe giggled nervously and I looked around to see what I could do to keep him calm. I found a large blanket near my seat and I opened it up, spreading it over his bare chest. And to make him feel less exposed, I quickly undid my tie and pulled off my shirt, laying back down bare-chested next to him while I pulled the large blanket over my body as well.

We now lay very close to each other, on our sides, face to face. With new territory to explore, my hands quickly went to Philippe for closer examination. I found his chest, maneuvering under the blanket and playing with his large nipples. Why I was so aroused playing with another man escaped me, but I knew I was hot and horny. I especially found delight when I felt his nipples react and grow to my touch.

“You are a bad boy,” Philippe whispered into my ear. He kept his mouth next to the side of my face, allowing me to feel the sweetness of his breath on my cheek. I breathed in deeply, picking up his scent and a hint of wine which he had after dinner. I was intoxicated.

“Are you complaining monsieur,” I asked.

“Of course not,” Philippe replied, followed by a light kiss on my cheek.

But he had already gone too far. As he withdrew his head after completing the kiss, I reached out behind his head and pulled him back in towards me. This time I was ready, already facing him. Once in range, I moved my face right up to his, breathing deeply and smelling his essence, I opened my mouth for a full kiss. Our faces pushed into each other as his mouth opened in return and our lips locked. I allowed my tongue to venture forth until it was captured by Philippe’s lips. He pulled and sucked on my tongue, forcing a moan to escape from my mouth. But with his mouth over mine, the sound barely made it out of my mouth.

I finally pulled back, gasping for air as if coming up from a deep dive. By now my hand was already on his lower belly, feeling his perfectly smooth abs and hungry to explore lower. His hand meanwhile was also wandering about my chest. Philippe must have relished my chest hair as he repeatedly tugged at it and twirled it in his fingers. And while I had been the bold one to take this mutual seduction to the next step, this time, he was the aggressive adventurer.

With the sensation of a light pull on the waist band of my pants, I could tell that he was taking this game south! The low buzzing of my zipper seemed to fill the silence of the aircraft cabin but I knew that no one else could hear the sound of my virtue being taken. I blessed my earlier decision to wear loose boxers under my suit for this flight when Philippe pushed his hand down and inside my boxers beneath my now opened pants. His grasp on my cock was nothing but electric. I almost laughed feeling his school boy antics exploring my private are as if it were all new to him. He examined and held my balls as if weighing them. A finger ventured underneath them as if unsure what he would find. Then he played with my pubic hairs as if no one else in the world had them, gasping and cooing as he discovered something new. Finally, Philippe found my cock, which was already hard from anticipation and excitement. Never before had I wanted to be touched and squeezed and fondled as much as now.

“This is too hot,” Philippe gasped into my ear in a hoarse whisper. And his excitement made me even more aroused. Not to be left without my own toys, I reached over to Philippe and undid his pants, lowering the zipper and searching in the dark with my fingers. But Philippe was not wearing boxers. He was wearing some sort of nylon briefs which I caressed and squeezed as I explored. I tried to tug them down but had a bit of trouble until Philippe assisted and lifted his hips slightly, giving me full access to pull them down to about his knees. Once done and bringing my hand back up, I felt his hot cock quivering within reach. I also played with his balls and groped them as he continued to play with mine. I could tell that his cock was not circumcised, so I got to play with his foreskin and roll it around in my fingers. That didn’t last very long as my playing only made him harder, stretching his cock and forcing his foreskin to shrink and stretch as he grew.

We tried to keep our moaning to a minimum but it was difficult. I’m not sure if I was more turned on playing with a mostly naked man or the fact that we were seducing each other in a public place. All I knew was that I was in a frenzied state and needed more, much more. I brought my hand around Philippe’s bare hip and pulled him forcibly closer, getting most of his body into my seat. I leaned up and planted another hot heavy kiss on Philippe’s lips before lifting the end of the blanket which was at our shoulders. I got out of my seat and leaned over him, going under the blanket and aiming for his groin.

The last thing I heard was Philippe’s gasp ‘mon dieu’ (my god), which made me grin as I kissed the top of his cock. I could sense his belly suck itself in as I began the best blow job I could offer. With one hand fondling his balls and my other hand grasping the base of his hard cock, I licked and sucked the head of his cock, letting my lips clamp down tightly. My head bobbed up and down, letting my tongue suckle on his foreskin. I knew I was driving him crazy, as his body began to squirm beneath me. At one point I froze, thinking that I heard someone walking by, but after a second, I could feel Philippe gently stroking the back of my head through the blanket, signaling that the coast was clear. And I continued my sucking with a vengeance.

Gently squeezing his balls, I locked my lips tighter and raised and lowered my head even faster, allowing Philippe to give a wonderful facefuck. His body movement increased as his chest occasionally quivered and emitted a series of low gasps. Suddenly, Philippe slipped one of his hands under the blanket and held on to my shoulder, squeezing tightly and signally the cumming of his orgasm. I could feel his legs tighten near me and his body seemed to clench. His hips rose to meet my mouth and I felt him cum. Stream after stream pulsed into my mouth which I quickly swallowed. I eased the grip my lips had on his cock as I continued to suck and lick his cock as the last of his cream flowed out. Philippe’s cock softened and I gave it a departing kiss, slowly easing myself out from under the blanket and back into my seat. I could feel his body heat next to me now, despite the small vents blowing cool air over us from above.

Lying back down next to him, with our heads close by I could tell Philippe had turned to face me.

“I don’t think I have had an orgasm as powerful since maybe I was a teenager, Luke” Philippe whispered. His comment was followed by a sweet gentle kiss on my lips. I let the kiss linger, opening my mouth and letting him slip his tongue inside, probably probing around for a taste of his own cream. He must have been successful as he licked his lips when the kiss ended.

“Mmm, it’s like I’m getting a taste of what’s in store for me, huh Luke?” Philippe teased.

“If you insist,” I countered.

I stretched back into my own seat, keeping my legs spread, knowing what was coming. And Philippe did not disappoint. Soon enough, he crawled under and hovered over me, forming a large mound covered by the blanket. I could feel his hands on my hips, holding me in place as he sucked and licked and nibbled on my cock. His head moved up and down as he sucked me, teasing me with both hard then soft sucks and squeezes. I looked out the airplane window at the clouds lit by the moon and groaned, trying to keep my voice as low as possible. But it was difficult as I all I could think of doing was howling at that bright moon like a wild beast. I’m not sure how long I lasted, but I’m sure I came sooner then I realized. I grabbed the pillow from behind my head and forced it against my mouth, stifling a scream when I came. My body bucked and lurched strong enough to push Philippe’s head off my cock. He quickly reattached, catching whatever spunk was flowing from my twitching cock. And to repeat the act, I felt a few kisses and licks on my cock head moments before Philippe emerged from under the blanket and stood upright before me, stark naked. I loved looking him over from head to toe, seeing his smooth skin. The moon cast beautiful shadows on his awesome body and I regretted not being able to see him naked in the day light.

Philippe pulled up his briefs, rearranging his deflated cock before pulling up his pants and fastening them. It was just as sexy watching him dress as it was to help him undress. Finished, he found his shirt on the floor and put it on, fastening the buttons and putting himself back into respectable shape. I reached around for my shirt and also got dressed. Presentable again, we got back into our seats and opened our blankets and prepared to get some sleep while we still had some time.

With our heads once again near each other, we settled in for some much needed rest.

“And how long will you be working in Paris, Luke?” Philippe asked.

“At least a month, and then I need to come back from time to time,” I explained.

“Mmm, that might be kind of nice for both of us, no?” Philippe said.

“And will you need to come back to Los Angeles in the future?” I asked.

Philippe leaned in closely, putting his mouth up to my ear. “I expect I will need to cum in Los Angeles quite regularly. We have a big office there of course,” Philippe answered.

“You mean come to Los Angeles,” I corrected.

“No, I meant I will cum IN Los Angeles, hopefully in YOU, to be more specific,” Philippe added.

“You’re so bad, aren’t you,” I asked in a tease.

“Are you complaining Luke,” he responded.

“Never!” We both giggled, smiling and relaxed before eventually falling asleep on our wonderful overnight flight. I just love to fly; it is so glamorous and fun!

And for the record, I never did cheat on my wife with another woman for the rest of my professional career.

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This story took place several years ago during my (Alex is my name) junior year at The university of Louisville where I met Bobby at a campus frat party. It was a sunny spring day in April when one of my friends invited me to his frat house for a beer, hot dog and burger party with 40 students.

When I arrived around 6:30 PM, the festivities were well under way. The guests were drinking, eating, dancing and playing such sports as volleyball in the vine-covered fenced backyard. Some of the co-eds were engaging in heavy petting with the frat dudes.

I went to the kitchen, got a beer and went into the large living room where two co-eds were chatting with a cute blond twink guy.

I said: “Hi, my name is Alex.”

The two co-eds introduced themselves as Elizabeth and Caroline. The hot blond twink was stretched out on a sofa and introduced himself as Bobby. I learned that all three were juniors at UL.

The co-eds were standing drinking a beer while talking with Booby. He was stretched our on his back sporting a white tank top and red hot red tennis shorts and white tennis shoes. He was so sexy lying there with what appeared to be a huge bulge in his shorts. I felt an instant rise in my crotch.

As we four talked about our upcoming summer plans, Bobby suddenly changed the subject. He showed us his new very expensive Rolex wrist watch and said: “Hey guys, last week I got this watch as a gift from a 50-year-old man I met at a local bar. I let him take me to his apartment and fuck the hell out of me with the Rolex as the prize for taking his huge cock up my ass.”

The co-eds looked shocked, took their beer and joined their friends in the backyard leaving me with hot naughty little Bobby. Man this was working great. I began to really get turned on to this gorgeous 5′ 7″ tall and about 150 pound blond twink with sexy deep blue eyes and sexy peach fuzz on his legs. Man, I was alone with this cutie, an obvious gay gigolo.

“Alex, you are one hot dude. Are you by any chance gay? I sure hope so.”

“Yea, Bobby, I’m gay but no where as active sexually as it appears you are. My first gay experience was as an 18-year-old high school senior when our team’s football quarterback fucked me late one night after we had gotten drunk. I knew then I loved a man’s cock deep in my ass. Over the past year, I’ve bottomed several times for my neat roommate who is on the university rugby team. He is such a great hunk and wild fucker. I love getting fucked by him.”

“Man that is so cool. Thanks for sharing. I sure would love trying my cock up your ass. This party is so boring. Alex, how about us skipping out and going to my apartment. I bet I can show you some hot kinky tricks that you would love.”

Hell, I was overcome with lust when I replied: “Yea, man I love that idea.”

As we entered Bobby’s apartment, he grabbed my crotch with one hand and used the other hand to show me to his sexy bedroom with hot nude guys’ posters on the walls. I was with one sex driven dude. I was in for a night of wild sex.

He threw me on his bed on my back, inserted his hand inside the front of my shorts and located my rock hard leaking cock, began jacking me off, took his other hand and slid it down the back of my shorts and began thrusting a finger deep into my ass. He was moving fast to take me. Our lips met. He offered me his tongue as I parted my lips and took his juicy tongue deep into my throat. We began to ooze gobs of salvia into each others’ throat. I began to become delirious with lust for this naughty twink. He had me where he wanted me—his latest catch and a willing bitch.

After some five minutes of mauling me, he stopped and ripped off all my clothes and took off his own clothes. We were now butt naked and sweating like a river over flowing its banks. Oh fuck, I learned that his gorgeous smooth hairless slick cock was 10-inches with a very thick cock shaft and above average balls. Shit, I had never seen a piss slit that wide open or big. His cock head was beautiful and very purple.

Bobby ordered me to close my eyes while remaining on my back. I was not to look. I heard him open a drawer and soon he was on the bed placing a blindfold over my eyes and head. Everything became very dark. Bobby whispered to me: ” Alex, you will be my bitch tonight. Will it turn you on if I talk really dirty? Ok, you little whore.”

In my state of utter lust, I managed to whisper: “Yea, let me be your bitch, whore and slave tonight. Talk dirty to your bitch.”

Bobby began spitting on my 5-foot and 11-inch tanned body. He ran his fingers through my light brown hair with the blindfold covering my deep brown eyes. He spent at least an hour consuming my entire body with his lips, mouth and soft sexy hands. He found my favorite erotic zone as he licked and sucked on my ear lobes. My cock was bouncing like a basketball. Gradually, he spit, sucked and licked up and down my neck, arms, armpits, nipples, chest, stomach, abs, thighs, legs, feet and toes, asshole and last he took charge of my crotch. He sucked and put my balls in his hot mouth before he began sliding his tongue up and down my hot cock shaft. Finally, he clamped his soft sexy lips down hard on my cock head. The feel was so erotic. As he took my big 8-inch cock inch by inch down his throat, I became wild from the pleasure. The fact that I could not see what he was doing greatly intensified my senses of smell and touch that produced chills, goose bumps and tingling over ever inch of my body.

Bobby began to concentrate solely on my steel hard cock down his throat. I felt his tongue run up and down each side of my cock shaft. As he increased the speed sucking my cock, I felt him thrust a finger deep into my ass. I was getting a hot blow job and at the same time getting finger fucked. As I moaned with pleasure. He devoured my cock. I placed my hands on the back of his head and pushed hard to aid him coming on and off my aching cock. Again in the darkness, my sense of feeling was enhanced as I felt his wet hot mouth on my boner. Soon I went over the edge as I felt the oncoming orgasm. I shot at least ten fresh squirts of thick white cum so deep into his throat that I heard and felt him gag as the cum went down his wind pipe. I thought the surge of cum exiting my balls and cock would never stop. It was a massive ejaculation.

When Bobby finally came off my cock, he began to shower me with his foul mouth.

“Well, you little bitch, you did not warn me you were going to try and drown me with that monstrous load of semen. I have never drunk that much hot cum from one blow job. Man, you must have stored that up for weeks. Now, I’m going to have to spank that cute bubble ass of my naughty little bitch and then fuck that asshole until you are raw and beg me to stop. My big cock may wind up in your stomach. I will teach you bitch to not try to drown me with your salty cum.”

This little kinky twink had me hot with lust as he turned me onto my stomach. Still with the blindfold, I heard Bobby open another drawer. He came back to the bed. What was he doing? He began to use some type of soft instrument to spank my bubble ass for some five minutes. My cock was beginning to grow again. The spanking went on for some five minutes until my ass was burning but with pleasure, as I begged for more. Then he said: “My little bitch, I have another surprise for you.”

He spread my legs far apart, poured some type of liquid on and up my ass. Soon I felt some huge object violate my ass. It felt like a jackhammer. I’d never had anything that big in my ass.

“Oh Bobby, what is that huge thing in my ass? Man, it is big.”

“Well, my little fuck buddy, I just put one of my favorite toys up that man pussy. It is a 15-inch big black dildo. Take it like a man.”

Bobby fucked my ass for some five minutes with the herculean dildo until my ass was as open as a barn door. The dildo spread my ass chute so wide open that I would be able to take any man’s horse cock in the future. I heard him leave the room, go into the bathroom and turn on the shower. In about five minutes, he returned to the bed, turned me on my back and removed the blindfold. Oh shit, his blond hair was wet, his body shinned from the shower and hell, he was wearing a pair of hot pink women’s silk see-through panties. Oh my god, he was so sexy as I could see his huge rock hard cock inside those panties. The scene made me hornier than I had ever been. Man, Bobby had more kinky tricks than I had ever dreamed possible. My cock stood straight up and my ass began to pulsate inviting his cock to fuck me.

Bobby climbed up on the bed, put his legs on each side of my head and lowered the wet panties down on my face. I grabbed the back of his butt and plunged my mouth and tongue into the panties. His hard cock stretched the panties as he drove his cloth-covered cock into my mouth. I sucked with ultimate zeal the panties and his cock for some five minutes, as I tasted his precum.

Bobby got up and put a pillow under my sore ass, lifted my legs up on his shoulders, kept the silk panties on, pulled his big hard cock out the right side of the hot pink panties and buried his huge cock inch by inch down my ass while still in the hot panties. He began to fuck me at first slow and soon he began to fuck me harder and harder and faster and faster. I felt his hot cock exploring my entire ass while the silk panties were rubbing against my ass. Nothing had ever felt this erotic.

My cock was going wild bobbing up and down, as Bobby’s cock seemed to grow larger in my pussy. I felt lots of precum greasing my ass chute and his cock.

We were moaning and grunting with wild bursts of sexual energy. Soon I saw on Bobby’s face the sign of an approaching orgasm. He pulled his big cock out of my ass, put his cock back inside the panties and erupted with a huge ejaculation filling the panties. The cum began to run out the sides of the panties and onto his legs.

He took off the soaked panties and sucked on them and then had me suck cum out of the panties. Then he drove his still cum covered cock down my throat until I had drained him dry. We placed our lips together for a taste of the salty cum.

Finally, Bobby said: “Baby, how was that for a night of hot sex? I have many other hot fucking ideas. Can we do this again? You are the hottest guy I have ever fucked.”

“Oh my god, Yes Bobby. I can hardly wait to see what other hot tricks you have in store for me. This was the best sex ever.” No wonder the big studs on campus go for you. I wonder how may guys you have fucked?”

“Alex, I lost count a long time ago.”

TO THE READERS: Is this the end of the story or do you want more?

This story was written especially for Petey and Bjorn G. and their support of my writing along with all the other guys who have been kind with comments.

“Maybe you best take it easy on the rotgut,” Skinner said as the man at the bar raised his empty glass again. “That’s your third shot in less than ten minutes. The ass isn’t gonna be ready for you any sooner than it is. It’s a busy night. Friday nights are always busy at the Buckhead ranch, and this was a payday here abouts. At this rate you gonna be well past ready before your number comes up.”

“Maybe you’re right,” Jess said, with a sigh. “Rustle me up a cup of coffee then, and you might as well fill the shot glass too for a chaser. How long do you think it will be?”

“You’re waitin’ for Ned, ain’t you? At least two ahead of you. Now if it was one of the other three . . .” He left that open. He couldn’t quite catch up to why the guy wanted Ned. He was a looker himself. Good condition, especially for his age. Didn’t look like he’d hit forty yet. Closer to thirty-five, Skinner thought. The hair was blond or reddish depending on how you looked at it, and he’d cleaned up before coming in. What you’d call a downright handsome face. He looked more like a guy who controlled on top rather than one who wanted it. Clothes were pretty expensive for a cowpoke. Skinner saw him in here maybe twice a year. The timing was like stopping here coming and going to the stockyards in Omaha, Nebraska, from, maybe, an eastern Wyoming ranch. Cattle driver maybe. But probably the rancher himself, not just a cowpoke.

“No, it’ll have to be Ned or nothin’. I’ll wait some more, but I don’t have all night.”

“Comin’ or going to the cattle yards in Omaha?” Skinner asked. He liked to know who was using his male bordello. It was getting so that folks couldn’t do what they damn well pleased on the banks of the Platte anymore. Getting too civilized for him in Nebraska of late. People were starting to look around. Those Holy Rollers were beginning to get their noses in other people’s business. He could take the Holy Rollers one on one-some of his best customers were Holy Rollers-but when they got together and decided to start telling others what to do . . .

“Goin’,” Jess answered. But then he tightened up. He stopped here to keep his business off of other people’s tongues in Sterling, Colorado, where his ranch was. He had a family and a reputation there. “But how did you-?”

“You have cattleman writ all over you, and you come here twice a year, not far apart. In the season of the cattle drives. I’m just curious. Don’t mean much by it. You can let it down in here. That’s what we’re all about. Gettin’ here what you can’t be seen gettin’ where you come from. Wyoming? Laramie area maybe?”

“Somewhere close to there, yes,” Jess said, tossing off the shot glass, his coffee still unfinished.

This wasn’t what he wanted. Not at all. He stopped here outside North Platte not only because he knew about the place but also because he wasn’t known here. Nobody knew anything about him here. He had this itch. Couldn’t do anything about that. But his business was his business.

“Maybe I don’t have the time to wait,” he said, standing up and pushing away from the bar. “Maybe it’s best if you just take my marker off the board. Hadn’t tried a Friday night before. I didn’t realize how busy it would be.”

“Not just a Friday night. A payday Friday night,” Skinner reminded him, as he stared down at the glass he was drying. He’d been too nosy.

It was true that Jess didn’t really have the time for this. He’d left James and John and the hired men out on the range, on the eastern side of North Platte, and had ridden back for the evening. He figured they knew what he was doing while they camped out with the herd. They just didn’t have a clue where he was doing it and who he was doing it with. His sons, James and John, didn’t seem to have a problem with it-at least in thinking it would be some woman. James, nineteen, and John, eighteen, would be doing something like this soon-if they weren’t already sneaking off with girls from the neighboring ranches. He had been married and had both of them in the house before he was their ages. They were both fine, strapping young men. They respected their mama, but they knew what men were prone to do. They just didn’t know exactly what it was that their father wanted. And he didn’t want them to know either.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to pry. There’s no harm from knowing where a man’s from.”

Skinner could have shot himself. The man’s money was good and he never caused trouble when he was in here. And he was a good looker-something for the other men to look at and dream about while they were waiting for their turn upstairs. And that he took cock-which all knew as soon as he asked for Ned-rather than was looking for male pussy like nearly all the rest in here, made him good business interest while men waited. Skinner had half a notion to make an offer to him that he take up some of Ned’s slack tonight, and then he’d be getting what he wanted for nothing.

“No, no. Nothin’ to it. It’s just getting’ late and we need to push off early in the morning.”

“Catch you when you’re coming back through in a week or so?”

“Yeah, maybe. Yeah, sure. I’ll try not to make it a Friday night.”

“That’a be good. Ned’s off Sundays and Mondays.”

“Good to know, thanks.” Jess pulled his hat down over his eyes and headed for the door. The barkeep had mentioned Ned in a pretty loud voice and it had started a buzz again in the room. Anybody talking about Ned knew that he gave cock; he didn’t take it. The mention of his name in relationship to this good-looking, nicely dressed, blond guy with a good body caused many in the room to start sniffing the air. They all were waiting longer than usual for their turn upstairs on a Friday night.

One guy, standing at the other end of the bar from where Skinner and Jess were talking, had been listening in for some time. He was taller and more muscular than Jess was. He was maybe ten years younger and several rungs down the economic scale from Jess. His drinks were being husbanded. He’d barely come in with enough money for his turn up the stairs. His clothes, a plaid shirt and jeans, with cowboy boots, were worn and a bit tight on his muscular body. This only accentuated how muscular he was, though. At closer to seven feet than six feet tall, he towered over Jess. His hands and feet were huge. The hands were calloused from hard work-probably in the fields rather than on a ranch. He was dark and swarthy, but also sultry in a sensual way.

When Skinner had looked at him and assessed him, his first thought was to wonder why he was in here at all. He didn’t look like he could spare the money, but he also looked like he didn’t need to come in here at all-that he could get poontang of whatever variety he wanted just by walking down the center of the street. Although maybe, from the bulge at his crotch, he scared some men off.

As Jess walked out of the barroom, Skinner started to move down the bar, thinking it was time to push another drink on the tall, dark stranger. But the man was tipping his hat, pushing his glass away from him, and turned to leave in Jess’ wake.

Jess was starting to unhitch his horse at the rail, when he heard the voice, a low, smooth bass.

“Hold up a minute.”

He turned to see a tall, muscular, dark-haired man walking across the porch toward him. He shivered at the sensual look of the man-the hugeness of him. His eyes focused on the man’s crotch. It might not have done so if he hadn’t been thinking all day on the hot and dusty trail about his planned session with Ned tonight. But he was keyed up, and disappointed he wasn’t going to be getting his rocks off from Ned fucking him.

“Yes?” he said, realizing that his voice was wavering a bit.

“You wanted Ned in there. Did I hear right?”

“Yes. So?”

“So, I got tired of waitin’ too. Seems we could both get off without the wait or either of us spendin’ the money. You’re a good-lookin’ guy. I could fuck you for nothin’. Could do you right good too, I imagine. And we wouldn’t be on anyone clock. I’m a double-load kind’a guy.”

“I . . . I don’t . . .”

The man had reached his side, put an arm around him, grabbed Jess’ other arm, and pressed Jess’ hand into his crotch. “Feel what you could have? There’s a nice cottonwood grove over there by the Platte. I can give you a real good ride, and neither of us would have to pay for it.”

* * * *

“Hold steady there,” the man commanded. Jess was on all fours on the soft ground next to the riverbank. The man was crouched over him, one booted foot on the ground next to Jess’ knee and the other on top of a rock next to Jess’ hip. Both men were still wearing their shirts, although they were unbuttoned and flapping open. Neither was wearing britches. The man had a heavily muscled arm under Jess’ heaving belly, holding him steady and his other hand wrapped around Jess’ throat, arching Jess’ torso back. The bulb of the man’s cock was already lodged inside the rim of Jess’ hole.

“Here we go,” the man growled. “Gonna ride you hard.”

Jess whimpered. He’d been whimpering and apprehensive ever since he’d seen the size of the man’s cock and had gotten the measure of it in his mouth. “Be good to me; go slow,” he pleaded.

But though, in the long run, Jess had to agree that the man was good to him, he didn’t go slow.

“Oh shit! Oh, fuck!” Jess cried out as the man plunged his cock into him and started to piston hard and fast.

Afterward, Jess lay on his back, on top of an encasing arm of the man stretched beside him, moaning and babbling on about his life and what a release this was for him from the Tharp ranch east of Sterling, while the man stroked his cock. When Jess had ejaculated again, for his second time that night, the big man rolled over on top of him, lifted one of Jess’ ankles to his shoulder with one hand, covered Jess’ mouth tightly with the other to cover any outcries-the two having heard the men starting to leave the Buckhead ranch bar over the past twenty minutes-and thrust his cock home again.

Lying on his back and looking up at the towering figure standing over him, legs spread, feet planted on either side of Jess’ thighs, Jess’ eyes were arrested by the size of the cock dangling down from the man’s groin. He had had this in his throat. He had had a larger measure of it up inside his ass. The man was buttoning up his shirt. He saw Jess looking up at him and laughed.

“You have a sweet channel for a man your age,” he said. “I could just about go again. You get what you came for? You feel fucked?”

“Yes.” Jess was still panting from the second fucking. He raised a hand and placed it on the meat of the man’s calf, above the boot top. He moaned. He was exhausted, but still . . .

“You’d like me to fuck you again?”

“Yes.” It came out as a moan.

The man laughed. “Maybe someday. Maybe someday I’ll get to that Tharp ranch you talked about. Where? Sterling, Colorado, was it? Yeah, maybe. You were a good lay. Better than they got upstairs there at Buckhead. Can you imagine what it would have cost both of us for the time we been at it?”

A chill went up Jess’ spine. Had he really told this man-this magnificently built man-where he lived? And was what he said about maybe seeing him there sounding more like a threat than a fantasy? Danger signals were buzzing in his head.

“Couldn’t fuck you again unless I was hard,” the man said.

It was humiliating, but Jess couldn’t help himself. He grabbed the man’s other calf with his other hand, and, with a groan, raised his torso so that he could open his lips over the bulb of the man’s cock and sucked.

Laughing, the man grabbed Jess by the forearms, pushed him away, and lowered his torso back to the grass. “I think you’ve had enough,” he said. “Any more and you’d need to be paying me for it.”

“I would. I will-pay you for it,” Jess said, his voice coming out in a whine.

The man just laughed again, stepped away from Jess’ body, scooped up his jeans, and faded into the blackness of the night.

* * * *

Jess didn’t remember much from the rest of the cattle drive. His thinking was consumed with the man who had fucked him on the banks of the Platte. They did camp again near North Platte on the way back to Colorado, and Jess returned to the Buckhead ranch-this time on a Wednesday evening. The visit wasn’t all that satisfying, however. The session with Ned this time seemed seedy and unfulfilling in relationship to the cocking he’d gotten from the tall, dark stranger. Jess wondered if a visit to the Buckhead ranch would ever be the same again.

So preoccupied was he with both the humiliation and glory of the night on the banks of the Platte that Jess almost missed what was happening in a field at the back of the ranch house, a field his wife had been after him for a couple of years to have planted to vegetables and fruit to augment their needs, as they approached their ranch. It was James who keyed him in.

“My god, who is that? Look at how big and muscular he is, father.”

Jess looked up to see the field half plowed-by a tall, muscular man guiding a plow behind two horses. The man was stripped to the waist. His torso muscles rippled and bulged from the effort. He was dark-headed and his torso and forearms were matted with curly black hair. So hard-bodied was he and so much was the exertion of his work that the veins running through his torso and arms popped out on his tanned skin.

The man looked up; it was the man. The man who had fucked Jess on the banks of the Platte. He stopped plowing momentarily and turned and gave a nod to the owner of the ranch, his two sons, and the three cowboys returning from the Omaha stockyards. Then he returned to the plowing.

Jess hoped that his gasp wasn’t audible.

James was just staring hard at him. John asked his father, “Who is he, Father?”

“I have no idea. He ain’t from around here.”

“Perhaps Mama will know,” John said.

“Indeed, maybe she will,” the father answered. But he had the sinking feeling that it was his own babbling in the postcoital cooling off from sex that had led the man here. Panic set in-but so did the reaction of Jess’ body. His skin was crawling with the memory of the touch of the man’s strong hands on him, and his ass was twitching-also with the memory of a special touch of another kind.

* * * *

“I told you we needed to get a field plowed to vegetables and fruit,” Mary told Jess over final preparations in the kitchen for dinner. “I grew weary of telling you and the man showed up looking for work. And he obviously can do the work. He has most of the field plowed already. That’s more than you’ve gotten done for us out there in the last three years.”

“Careful woman,” Jess said, “You forget yourself on who makes decisions around here. The man looks like trouble. I will not-“

“Shhh, he will hear you, Jess. And the man has a name. He is Damon. Damon Smith, he told me.”

“How so will he hear me, Wife?”

“He is in the dining room with the children. He has come for dinner.”

“Come for dinner? Eating with the family?”

“Yes, and I have given him our old homestead cabin to live in. He’s a farmer, not a cowboy, Jess. He will not mix well with the other men. And just you wait, what he produces for us will be far more useful and valuable for the family than any one of your other hired men.”

Jess bit his tongue from saying that there was only danger to the family unit from this man’s presence here, but he said nothing. To say anything would be to say too much. And she had a point about the man. Putting him in the bunkhouse with the cowboys would be like putting a rooster in the hen coup. And beyond that, in the back of his mind, he was thinking that having him bunking alone in the old homestead cabin had possibilities. But then he shook his head. He couldn’t possibly be thinking that. The man had to go.

Dinner was covered with a veneer of comfort and conviviality, but under that was a deep layer of tension-at least for Jess, although he fancied he could feel it in others as well, except, perhaps in the man, Damon, himself and the younger son, John, who obviously saw nothing wrong in another man than his father putting his feet under the family table. James seemed drawn to the man and asked him all sorts of questions about farming. It didn’t help the level of tension in the room that James’ interest in farming rather than cattle ranching had a history of battle lines drawn in the family-not just between father and son but also between husband and wife, as Mary supported James in his interest.

Perhaps, Jess thought, this was the source of the tension underneath the surface of the conversation at the dinner table. Perhaps, though, it was because he had told Mary that this would be the last dinner the man took in the family dining room.

He brought the subject up near the end of the meal, saying, “We asked you to dinner as a welcome, Damon. But henceforth you will be eating in your cabin-unless you wish to eat with the other men in the bunkhouse dining room. Your meals will be brought to you unless you have said you wanted to fix a meal for yourself.”

Damon took the command well-in fact he was taking the subservient roll of a field hand well at the dining room table. This didn’t lessen the tension inside Jess, though, and he only hoped that when he spoke he didn’t reveal how nervous-and aroused he was.

Late that evening Jess closed the Bible on his lap and spoke up. “I forgot to put out the feed for the cattle in the north pasture, Mary. I will go do that now. I may be late in getting it done. You need not sit up for me.”

She looked up from the stitching she was doing, looked over her glasses at her husband, and smiled. She said nothing-not even about the tremble Jess seemed to have acquired in his hands on the just-completed cattle drive.

The path to the north pasture passed by the old homestead cabin, which was beyond the line of sight from either the ranch house or the bunk house.

A light was glowing in the cabin, and Damon was standing in the doorway, naked to the waist, An arm flung up the frame of the doorway, and his opposite hip thrust out at a provocative angle. A smile was fixed on his face as he watched Jess approach on his way to the field. He had a stalk of wheat in his mouth that he was chewing on, all casual like.

It wasn’t long at all before Jess was standing at the side of the bunk beds in the cabin’s second room, grasping the side slat of the upper bunk, his buttocks rearing out into the room behind him, and his feet planted firmly on the worn wood floor. Damon stood behind him, an arm wrapped around Jess’ waist with a broad hand palming Jess’ naked belly and the other hand around Jess’ throat, arching the older man’s chest back, as Damon’s cock pounded hard and deep up into Jess’ channel.

Jess was whimpering and moaning. Damon was laughing. He was still chewing on the stalk of wheat.

* * * *

“We must move away from the kitchen window,” Mary murmured. “If he returns from the north pasture early, he might be able to see your head beside mine if he goes into the barnyard.”

“Whatever you say, sweet lady,” Damon whispered. He lifted her with strong, calloused hands at the waist from where he was bent over her at the kitchen sink, turned her, and, taking two steps, bent her over the kitchen table. He managed all of this without dislodging his cock from her ass channel. He moved one hand back to covering a breast in her unbuttoned dress top and the other one from her crotch, where he had a thumb on her clit and fingers buried in her cunt. He was moving the fingers, but otherwise he was standing, steady, and letting her fuck her ass on his cock.

“Please, can we go to the bedroom and do it proper-like we did before Jess got home from the cattle drive?” she whispered through pants and moans. “Jess and the boys never come into the house this time of day.”

“I wouldn’t want-“

“Jess lies with me frequently. If it happens, I’ll have yet another magnificent boy. Jess will never know.”

Damon thought rather that Jess would know. There was a hell of a difference between a normal-stature blond and a tall, husky brunette. But this would be the woman’s worry. He had done her originally to get the job and was doing her now mostly to keep her on his side. He picked her up and carried her into the bedroom, laid her down on her back, lowered himself between her spread legs, and thrust his cock up into her cunt. She arched her back and moaned and began to move with the stroking.

“You’re so big,” she moaned. “Bigger than he is.” Damon thought Jess was plenty big enough, but it was still flattering to hear her say so.

He remained holding her, inside her, and was stroking her hair and kissing her on the nipples when they were finished.

“My dinner.”

“I’m sorry about that, Damon. I think Jess would be suspicious if-“

“That is not it. I want James to deliver my dinners to me, if you please. I sense his father doesn’t want him talking about farming, and it would give us some time to converse. I think, if I’m not wrong, that you support James in his wish to become a farmer.”

“Yes, yes, of course,” Mary answered. In the back of her mind there was a bit of question there, but his cock had regained its hardness, and his resumed stroking took all other thoughts from her mind.

Later that night, when Jess approached the old homestead cabin en route to putting out the cattle feed in the north pasture, the cabin door was open and lights were on, but Damon was not waiting for him at the door.

Jess heard the moaning as he entered the cabin and moved silently over to the door into the second room. He could see James’ bare legs, bent, and the young man’s heels caressing the backs of Damon’s calves, and James’ arms around Damon’s neck. James was on his back on the lower bunk, and a naked Damon was lying between James’ thighs. James was moaning and Damon’s body was straight as a board, risen off of James’ body, his long thick cock pounding James’ ass in long, deep strokes that clearly showed several inches of cock coming out and then reentering James’ channel with each thrust.

Jess turned and fled the cabin.

For the next several days, whenever Damon wasn’t plowing the field, looking so sexy as he worked, Jess came upon him fucking James. On a haystack in the barn, behind a haystack in the field, twice more in the old homestead cabin bunk, and while they were cavorting naked in the creek. Damon didn’t seem to making any effort to hide what he was doing with James from Jesse.

James took Damon on an overnight ride up into the mountains, looking for stray cattle. Jess followed them at a distance and watched Damon fuck James bent over a saddle next to the camp fire for an hour or more.

They were young and virile. Jess no longer was. But, after that first night, Damon hadn’t come for Jess again. He spent his time fucking James-at least as far as Jess knew.

This couldn’t continue. Jess knew he had to put a stop to it. The situation came to a head one Sunday morning when Jess and Mary had gone to church. Mary forgot the pies she’d made for the church picnic afterward, and Jess came back to the house for them-and found Damon fucking James in Jess and Mary’s bed. Damon was lying flat on the bed, his beefy hands encasing James’ waist, as James rode his cock.

Jess went crazy.

* * * *

“I keep telling you that it was an accident,” Jess said wearily to the sheriff.

“I understand the grief of a man losing his son, Mr. Tharp,” the sheriff said as the men sat in the ranch house parlor, Mary so taken with grief that she was in another room being consoled by women from neighboring ranches

“But you have readily admitted that it’s your rifle and that you fired the shots.”

“But it was an accident.”

“A man doesn’t get off three shots that hit home by accident, Mr. Tharp. It’s not an accident when a man shoots his son dead with three shots in the back.”

“Don’t be afraid, Jess. We will manage.”

Jess looked in the direction the voice came from. His eyes were having difficulty adjusting through his tears and the dull ache behind his eyes. He knew the voice, though. Damon had somehow managed to dress again and cover the blood that must be on his chest and thighs before any of the men in the bunkhouse had reached the house. No one had suggested that Damon was even in the house when James got shot. The dull ache moved-to more than one place. It moved to Jess’ heart but also, in humiliation and frustration, it moved to his groin as well. Now, even now, he wanted Damon.

His eyes focused enough to see that his younger son, John, was sitting beside Damon. Damon’s arm was around his shoulders and he had a hand on the young man’s thigh.

“We’ll manage,” Damon answered, a look on his face that Jess couldn’t understand escaped the scrutiny of the sheriff-although Jess didn’t want the sheriff to suspect Damon of anything. There had to be a way, somehow a way, for he and Damon to be together again.

“I’ll take good care of John,” Damon said, “And Mary has already said it would comfort her if I moved into the house while you were away facing this trial.”

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It was now summer, in the middle of June. My uncle John called my dad to tell him he was coming to visit us with Anthony, for the summer vacation. Since my uncle did not know about my dad being gay, even more, that we had sex together, we all decided to keep it low for the time Anthony and uncle John were there. I must say that my cousin always turned me on, he’s the typical football player jock. Bubble butt, smooth muscled body, nice juicy lips. He also had the typical brown wavy hair with deep green eyes. I almost jerked dreaming about his naked body.

They arrived the next day around eleven in the morning. Bruce was still sleeping in my bed. I went to my room to wake him up. I then returned in the living, sat beside Anthony and began talking about this and that. Then Bruce came out of my room, in only his tight black briefs, which defined his bubble butt so well. I thought to myself “Damn he’s fuckin hot”. Anthony said jokin “I see you’ve got a new boyfriend, that’s cute” I laughed saying he was hockey player we host. I introduced Bruce to Anthony and my uncle. About half an hour after lunch, I decided to go visit Dan with Anthony and Bruce to introduce my cousin to Mathiew.

We arrived at Dan’s house, Dan opened the door, in only his underwear as usual. We got inside, Mathiew said “hi”, as he watched tv, wearing nothing but some sport short, kinda loose. We we joined him as Dan went to the fridge to get us some beers.

So we watched tv, drinking beer as Anthony talked with Bruce and Mathiew, getting to know them. Anthony asked them “Since you’re both hockey players, I guess you get to bang some hot girls hun?” As usual, Mathiew answered spontaneously “Well, I would say we’re more into hot dudes you know”

My heart stopped as he said that. I thought to myself “Did he really just said that?!”

Looking surprised, he said “Oh.. uhh, well, I must admit that… i’m also into guys”. As he heard Anthony saying that, Dan got up, looked at Mathiew and Anthony and said with a dirty voice “You guys seem to be interested in each other, why don’t you go for a tour in my room, you know, to get to know each other?” Immidiately Mathiew got up, took Anthony by his arms and went in Dan’s room. Anthony turned his head in my way, looking real excited by what was coming.

Now it was just me, Bruce and Dan, sitting in the living room. I said, as I was getting turned on “Well, now that Mathiew is busy having a ‘deep’ conversation with Anthony, why don’t we have some fun ourselves?”

Bruce said “That sounds real good to me” as he grabbed my crotch. We made out for a while as Dan watched us, jerking his cock. After a few moments, Dan said “Why don’t you get your clothes off and give me a little show?” Without hesitation we both got naked and started to jerk each each other. I got my hands off Bruce’s cock and got on my kness between his tighs and gently licked his hard shaft. Then Bruce grabbed my hair and and forced his cock down my throat, making me gag. I was enjoying it so bad, even more knowing that Dan was watching us, stroking his cock.

As Bruce facefucked me, Dan got up and said “You’re doing so good guys,but I noticed Jay still has an empty hole…, it’s my duty to fill it up” So he buried his face between my butt cheeks and gently rimmed my tight hungry hole. As he was getting my hole ready, he massage by butt cheeks with his firm hands. God that was feeling sooo good. I released Bruce’s cock to say “Damn Dan, you’re doing so good, but I need something bigger down there”

“Alright then, what do you think about…THAT!” He said as he slammed his cock inside me, making me moan like a real whore. He was so big. The pain drifted in no time, leaving its place to pure pleasure. I was now getting fuck by both ends, I felt so used. Damn I liked it real hard.

As Dan was pounding me real good, I felt Bruce’s body stretch as he said “I…I’m… I’m gonna cum…, fuck..” I then felt my mouth getting filled with Bruce’s hot tasty cum. I did what every slutty boy should do and swallowed every drop of his cum. Looking spent, Bruce layed on the couch and watched me getting fucked. Dan was one hot fucker, I was in heaven.

As he fucked me, he said “Let me show you a little trick. I’m sure you’ll love it” He then began to fuck me so hard I thought he was about to tear my hole appart, but it was feeling so good. I slowly started to feel like I was about to cum, even if I wasn’t jerking my cock. This feeling got more intense and I felt my muscles loosening, my cock twitched then, it started to spurt cum all over the floor. That felt so good and intense I thought I was going to pass out.

I couldn’t believe Dan made me cum just by fucking me like a beast.

“Looks like you enjoyed it uhh… now be a good boy and suck my cock empty” Dan said as he slid his cock in my mouth. Soon enough he was groaning, spurting cum down my throat. Again, I swallowed it all, but I left some in my mouth and kissed Dan. We shared his cum as our tongue explored each others mouth. Bruce joined us and when our mouths were clean we layed on the couch, tired, doing nothing but caressing each others wet body.

Meanwhile in Dan’s room, Mathiew got his shorts off as Anthony stripped naked. They got on the bed and started kissing each other. Anthony slowly went down on Mathiew’s body, playing with his nipples, then going lower, licking the tip of his cock. Mathiew played in Anthony’s hair as he engulfed his cock in his mouth. Not able to resist any longer, Mathiew asked Anthony to change position to get in a 69 position. He wanted Anthony’s cock so bad.

He grabbed his cock and went down on the shaft till his head touched Anthony’s pube.

As they were sucking each other, they started to finger each other’s butt. Mathiew interrupted Anthony and said “I want you to fuck me real hard, I want to be your slut” So he got on his back and spread his legs wide open, giving his tight hole to Anthony. Mathiew grabbed the lube tube on the nightstand and as he handed it to Anthony he tossed it away and said “I wont need it, I prefer using my mouth…” Then he spread Mathiew’s butt cheeks open and buried his face between them, licking and rimming his warm hole.

Once he was done, he rubbed his cock over Mathiew’s hole and slammed his cock up his ass in a hard trust. Mathiew almost cried, but he wanted it so bad. Anthony fucked for a long moment. As he got close he grabbed Mathiew’s cock and jerked it real fast. They both came together, shooting their load all over Mathiew’s chest. Anthony bent over Mathiew and licked all the cum off his chest and abs. Then he shared it with Mathiew a hot kiss.

“Mmmmm that taste so good Anthony” Mathiew said as he layed in the bed, under Anthony’s body. “Yeah, it really does taste amazing, we should do it again another time” “Absolutely”

They layed in bed for a while and when they came out ot the room, all naked, cocks still hard, they saw us cuddling on the bed. We ended up in a hot orgy. We had sex for hours, just like time had stopped. When we came back home, it was almost 10pm. We got in the house and saw my uncle going down on my dads cock in the living room.

I looked at Anthony and we unverbally agreed to join them.

As we got close to them I said “Hey dad, can we join you, that looks fun?”

He looked at me and said “Sure, we would be more than pleased to play with you guys”

Know what happens next in part 4.

Hope you enjoyed it like you did with the previous part. I will do my best to release part 4 as soon as possible.

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Andy

Andy was taking advanced biology classes, working toward a doctorate degree in biology,. At 21, he was a big strapping young gay man. He worked out at the university gym and had developed a very nicely muscled body. Andy played casual sports in addition to his workouts, but was not a varsity athlete. He was six feet, two inches tall with thick brown hair, broad shoulders, large arm and chest muscles, tapering to a narrow waist and hips with a very round, firm butt. Andy was decently hung, sporting a thick, uncut seven inch cock and a set of balls that hung heavy and low. His chest and arm muscles nicely stretched the fabric of his shirts while his narrow hips and round butt always seemed to stretch his pants enough to show a modest bulge. He lived quietly by himself in an apartment off campus. Other students considered him a campus stud.

DNA Sequencing

His professor was a brilliant biologist who was actively researching animal DNA to see how it could be used to improve human health and well being. The professor asked Andy if he would be willing to participate in the final human testing of a new DNA sequence he had developed. The professor had been very secretive about what he had developed, but had assured Andy that he would tell him all about it before testing began.

The professor asked Andy to meet him in his office to discuss the test. Andy thought it odd that the meeting had been arranged for a Saturday morning and not a weekday, but the professor explained that the meeting would take some time and he didn’t want it to interfere with Andy’s studies. So, Andy met with the professor on the appointed morning.

The professor began by telling him that his research had produced a modified DNA sequence which testing has proven to be safe for humans. The final human testing must be kept secret because the modification could have a serious impact in areas such as genetic research, treatment of inherited diseases, birth defects and fertility research. He also had a fear that the military would interfere and possibly take over his work. So, he asked Andy to agree to secrecy before he gave him any more information about the new DNA sequence. Andy wondered what could be so secret, but agreed to keep all information secret. He was asked to sign a nondisclosure agreement, which he did sign.

The professor started by explaining the nature of his research. He had been looking into improving sperm production in human males. The goal he had set for himself was to replicate in human males the large sperm count of a boar pig. So, he had worked with boar DNA because pig anatomy so closely mimics human anatomy. In order to do this it was necessary for him to alter the internal structure of the human testicle to match the dense internal structure of a boar’s testicle, yet retain the ability to produce human sperm. He had succeeded in doing this and had increased sperm density in human semen, practically guaranteeing fertility. He went on to say he had selected Andy because of his age, physical fitness and knowledge of the biological aspects of the product. In addition Andy was at the pinnacle of his body’s sperm and semen production. He also could assist the professor by monitoring his own general wellbeing as well as report and document anything he determined to be out of the ordinary.

The professor’s new development used gene splicing to replace that part of human DNA which determined a testicle’s internal structure with the same sequence from a boar’s DNA. After years of testing, he had finally duplicated the dense internal structure of a boar’s testicle without losing the ability to produce human sperm. For the test, he would need to take Andy’s DNA and perform this gene splice on his DNA along with one additional DNA enhancement. Andy looked at the professor questioningly and the professor said that the additional DNA alteration had to be made to enable his urethra to pass an enormous increase in semen volume. Explaining further, the professor said he had employed stallion genes to enlarge a man’s urethra enough to allow the increased volume of semen to flow comfortably. The professor’s DNA sequence would be introduced to the body using a virus. After being dosed with the virus Andy could expect flu like symptoms for a week or so as the virus worked at a molecular level delivering the new DNA coding to cells throughout his body. The virus would die out once the new DNA had been fully incorporated into Andy’s body. After that, he would be given a growth hormone to stimulate the testicles and urethra to grow much as they had in puberty, but more quickly. Andy’s new DNA sequence could be inherited and he would pass on its physical traits to his male heirs.

The professor then confessed to Andy he had held back some information. The new DNA sequences had a side effect. While the genes each contained the code for testicle density and urethra size, they also contained the code determining the size of each organ. These size and physical characteristic elements were so closely tied to one another that one could not be separated from the other without destroying both parts of the genetic code. This meant that Andy’s testicles would grow to the same size as a boar while his penis would more than double in size, closely approximating the size of a stallion penis. The average boar pig ejaculates about a cup and a third of semen, so Andy’s ejaculate volume should increase from about 2 teaspoons to well over a cup per ejaculation, much like a boar pig.

He then asked Andy “How would you like to have nice big balls and be able to shoot huge loads of cum?” Surprised by the question, Andy said he needed a moment to think about it. He thought about it for a short while and finally thought to himself “Oh, hell, why not?” and told the professor he would do it. After all, who wouldn’t want big balls? The professor then took careful measurements of Andy’s testicles and urethra diameter to establish a base line measurement. He also measured all of Andy’s genitals. After measuring, he commented that Andy’s genitals were larger than average and to expect some substantial changes.

Andy now realized that in addition to enlarging his cock and his balls it would also significantly increase his semen volume. Andy asked just how much bigger his genitals would become. The professor told him that he had found growth to be about two-and-a-half times the original size of the organ. He asked Andy if he was still willing to continue with the test. Surprised by the size increase, Andy thought about it briefly and then told him he was OK with the size increase and to proceed with the test.

DNA Test Begins

The professor took a sample of Andy’s DNA and retired to his lab to work on replacing pieces of his genetic code. A few days later the professor contacted Andy to tell him his new gene sequence was ready and that he should come in for inoculation. Andy made an appointment and met the professor in his office. The professor told him the gene sequence was administered via an aerosol spray. The medium carrying the new sequence was a non-infectious virus that is best introduced to the system just like a cold virus, through the mucous membrane of the sinus. He handed Andy a tissue, asking him to blow his nose to clear his sinuses. After that, he sprayed the aerosol into Andy’s sinuses and told him to return in two weeks. He reminded Andy that the virus caused flu like symptoms for a week to ten days.

That evening, Andy began to feel he was coming down with a whopper of a cold. The flu like symptoms had him bed ridden for about three days before they started to ease up. After that he was up and about, but still felt lousy. By the end of the week he was feeling almost normal, but still in need of a few days to fully recover. Once ten days had passed, the flu like symptoms were gone; he was back to his old self and feeling great. He met with the professor for his two week follow up. The professor again took a sample of his DNA and told Andy he needed a couple of days to verify a successful gene splice and to come back then. Andy returned two days later to find out that the DNA upgrade had been 100% successful.

Growth Hormone

Andy asked what happens next. The professor told him about a growth hormone he had developed in his lab to make tissue grow at an accelerated rate. He had used the hormone to safely grow the testicle and urethra tissues he used in his lab research. It stimulated growth only in tissue where the physical attributes of the tissue did not match the DNA coding within the tissue cells; in Andy’s case only his testicles, scrotum, and penis would have this disparity. The professor will dose Andy with this hormone to stimulate growth in his testicles and urethra. Andy asked how long the growth cycle would take. The professor responded that tissue in his lab grew in about three days, but away from the lab environment and in the human body it would take more like six to eight weeks. He then asked Andy to compare that time with normal human testicle development that takes a span of 6 years between the ages of 11 and 17 to fully mature. Andy said to him “That’s a short, but reasonable amount time. So let’s get on with it, then.” The professor took a vial of his growth hormone from a cabinet, filled a hypodermic with the fluid and injected a large dose into Andy’s arm. He told Andy to come back in two months.

Andy returned to his apartment wondering just what would happen to him. He didn’t have to wait long to find out. The next day he developed a dull ache in his balls and dick. It wasn’t a bothersome ache, just a dull background ache. He noticed his pants getting tight about a week later and realized his genitals were growing. His erect cock was slightly fatter, as was the urethra, and had grown from seven inches to almost nine inches in length. His scrotum felt slightly larger and heavier; a good indication that testicle density was changing along with the size. By the end of the second week his balls were large enough to noticeably stretch the front of his pants. He realized his pants just wouldn’t properly fit any more and decided to wear fleece pants until the growth cycle completed. As his testicles grew larger, denser and heavier, they produced more and more testosterone which kept him horny most of the time. When masturbating, he was shooting considerably more cum; over a third of a cup at the end of two weeks, increasing by more than that every two weeks. Each week his cock grew about two inches longer and got fatter; its urethra increased in diameter proportionally. He wondered just when it would stop growing. Week after week his balls got larger and heavier, stretching the scrotum so it hung further and further down his leg. He was shooting more and more cum every week and found that the length of time it took to ejaculate all of it took longer and longer. He was experiencing very long and very intense orgasms.

Seven weeks after the hormone injection, his genitals reached their maximum growth. Examining himself, he decided to take his own measurements. Andy was pleased that his foreskin had grown in proportion to his cock. His flaccid cock measured 9″ and his erect cock now measured 17½” long and an impressive 4″ wide with a circumference of 12½”. It was as big around as his forearm just below the elbow and when his cock was standing up, its head came so close to his mouth he could easily kiss it, lick it or suck on it. He thought to himself “This cock is huge. I’ll have to find guys seriously into stretching their ass hole or into deep fist fucking in order to find anyone who can take it.” His scrotum measured 6½” wide and about 20½” around, hanging heavy and low almost 8″ below his cock, about two thirds of the way to his knee. Feeling through the scrotal skin, the testicles inside felt huge and very heavy. It was obvious that he would need some sort of special pouch to contain and hold his balls. Just to appear normal in clothing, he’d have to find some sort of large pouch underwear. Also, things such as jockstraps, gym gear and trousers might have to be custom tailored just to accommodate this huge scrotum. He made the follow up appointment with the professor.

Cum & Orgasms

The professor was pleased and pleasantly surprised with the results. He again measured Andy’s genitals and urethra size. He told Andy “You have had some impressive genital growth. I expected larger than normal results because your genitals were large to begin with. Your urethra is now close to the width of a stallion and your penis has reached its maximum size. Your testicles are now hanging very low and heavy; they have increased in size as expected. The scrotum may stretch a bit lower over time. Each testicle’s baseline measurement was 2¼” long by 1″ wide by 1⅓”high. Today each one of them measures 5½” long by 2½” wide by 3¼” high, slightly larger than an average boar pig. Now I need to measure the volume and sperm density of your semen and would like you to masturbate into this beaker.” Andy stroked his giant cock to ejaculation and experienced an orgasm lasting about 4 minutes, during which his cock’s extreme spasms pumped a gigantic load of semen into the beaker. Andy was physically exhausted and asked the professor “Is it normal to have such a long orgasm and be so exhausted afterward?” The professor said”Yes. It just takes a while for the body to pump out that much semen. Over time, your body will gain enough strength to tolerate such intense orgasms and endure long periods of muscle contractions. In addition, after you fully ejaculate your semen, you should expect to have several dry contractions.” He held up the beaker and noted aloud that Andy had filled the beaker with 360ml or a little over 1½ cups of semen. “That’s a lot of semen to pass through the urethra every time you ejaculate” he said “it appears your enlarged urethra can comfortably pass this huge amount. Your new urethra allowed 1½ cups of semen to pass in about four minutes. A boar pig takes about 12 minutes to ejaculate the same amount.” He said “I can tell from the cloudiness that it is dense with sperm, but I’ll have to examine it to verify results.” Andy waited while the professor examined the semen under a microscope. He looked up at Andy and said “Congratulations, my boy. You are now the most fertile man on campus. Your sperm density almost exactly matches that of a boar pig. You could make a lot of money selling this sperm to fertility clinics.” He winked at Andy and said “Excuse me for my poor attempt at humor.” The professor told him he now had a lifelong enlargement and that any male children he might have would inherit the new genes, growing to maturity with similar genital size and semen production. He added “All of your male heirs will have large genitals and will be very fertile.” Andy asked “Where do we go from here?” The professor told him he should have a monthly checkup to keep an eye on his health and make sure there are no adverse side effects. Andy asked the professor what he should tell people who ask about his huge genitals. The professor told him he could tell about the gene splicing experiment as long as he didn’t reveal who did it or where it had been done.

Steve

Throughout the DNA test Andy had continued his gym workouts, but had been changing and showering at home instead of at the gym. None of the guys at the gym had seen him naked since his enlargement. Andy noticed that the additional testosterone in his body had not only made him horny, but had improved his ability to lift weights; he began to see increases in his muscle mass. At last he returned to changing and showering at the gym. His enormous ball sack made such a large bulge in his jockstrap and gym gear that he drew a lot of attention and stares from the other gym members. Several of the members made an effort to be in the locker room and shower at the same time as Andy.

One of them was a guy named Steve. He was a very well muscled competition bodybuilder and was nicely hung. 26 years old and six feet tall with light blond hair and piercing blue eyes, his body rippled with well developed muscles which had won him several bodybuilding competitions. He was not overly muscled, but big and well proportioned with an incredible taper from his broad shoulders to his narrow waist that only served to emphasize his very narrow hips and round, muscular butt. His arm muscles and thigh muscles were large and very well defined. Deeply sculpted abdominals were like a ladder descending to a really bushy patch of blond pubic hair. Unlike so many other competitive bodybuilders, he had a good sized set of genitals and proudly displayed a nice bulge in his posing trunks. His cock was a fat 9″ when hard with a generous ball sack hanging below it. He had a classic Greek god type of body that got noticed wherever he went. For some time now he had been watching Andy in the gym and thought he was a beautiful man; he had also noticed Andy cruising him.

One day Steve approached Andy in the shower room and made a sexual advance. Andy had been admiring him and his fine, round butt for a long time and was wonderfully surprised by the attention. Andy’s cock was normally soft when he showered and this guy had not yet seen his erection. Steve approached Andy and gently ran his hands all over Andy’s nicely muscled body. His attention then focused on Andy’s balls as he cupped his soapy hands under Andy’s large scrotum and fondled his balls. He said to Andy “These are the biggest balls I’ve ever seen. They sure feel great.” His touch caused Andy to get hard and Steve gasped “My God! That thing’s huge!” Andy asked him if he thought he could take it and warned him that he shot giant loads of cum.

Steve got down on his knees and tried to go down on Andy’s cock, but could only get a little bit more than the head into his mouth. He gently stroked Andy’s huge cock shaft and ball sack as he sucked on the cock head. Andy was really horny and it didn’t take long before he had one of his 4 minute orgasms, groaning very loudly the entire time. He held Steve’s head firmly in place throughout the orgasm while he shot a cup and a half of hot cum. Steve choked and gagged as his mouth and throat filled with cum faster than he could swallow, finally letting it gush out all around Andy’s cock. Andy looked down at him and said “I told you I shot big loads of cum. I hope you’re OK.” The big guy gulped down his mouthful of cum and said “Jesus, what a big load. I’m just fine and thanks for all that really tasty cum, too.” Andy repeated “I warned you.” As Steve stood up he still had cum running down his chin and smears of cum all around his mouth. Steve used a finger to wipe cum from his face into his mouth, then stood under the shower and cleaned off any remaining cum from his face while Andy washed his cum covered cock. Andy asked if he could return the favor while they both were in the shower room. Steve said “Sure. Go for it.” Andy knelt down and went to town sucking Steve’s nice fat cock as he cupped his hands over Steve’s round butt cheeks. Steve really enjoyed it and held Andy by the back of the head as he got close to cumming. Finally Steve let out a loud moan and shot a nice load into Andy’s mouth. Andy gulped it down eagerly, stood up and said “Thanks that was great. I’ve wanted to do that for quite a while.” Steve smiled in return.

Steve looked at Andy and said “My God, that was one long orgasm you had.” Andy replied “Well, it takes a lot of time to shoot that much cum.” The bodybuilder asked “Do you normally shoot a load that big?” Andy answered “Yes.” Steve responded “Wow. Just how big is that cock? Do you think you could shoot that much cum up my ass?” Andy responded “My hard cock is 17½” long by 4″ wide and I usually shoot just over a cup and a half of cum. Can you take something that big and take that much cum up your ass?” Steve answered “I’ve been into large dildoes and getting fisted for years. I would love to have your cock stretch me wide and fill me up with all those great ball juices.” Andy loved to fuck and had found someone who not only wanted to be fucked but assured him he could handle his giant cock. In addition, Steve was someone Andy had always wanted to get together with. Andy made a date with Steve, agreeing to meet at a local gay bar on Friday.

The Date

Both of them arrived at the bar within minutes of one another. Andy was wearing loose fitting jeans and a t-shirt while Steve wore tight fitting jeans and a bright yellow spandex muscle shirt that left little of his competition body to the imagination. Andy thought he looked so sexy. Other guys in the bar seemed envious to see the two muscle studs together. They had one drink and Steve suggested they go to Andy’s place. Andy asked why not to Steve’s place and Steve told him he had roommates who had heard about Andy from Steve and were anxious to see the fantastic cock and balls he spoke of. He explained that they were nosy, too, and that it would be best if no roommates were around. Andy told him his place would be no problem, as he lived alone and then suggested they pick up a pizza on the way to his place.

When they got to Andy’s apartment they put the pizza down for later and began kissing and fondling one another, finally moving into the bedroom. There, they stripped and both of them got a roaring hard on looking at each other’s naked body. Steve’s erection was an impressively fat 9″ standing above a nice full ball sack. Andy loved the way Steve looked naked, as all the competition bodybuilders he had seen seemed to have tiny genitals. Steve’s genitals were a great compliment to his big competition body. Steve pushed Andy onto the bed, flat on his back. He spread Andy’s legs and crawled between them until he had Andy’s scrotum right in his face. He began to lick and nuzzle Andy’s balls, gagging as he tried to get one of them into his mouth. Andy was moaning softly. Eventually, he got one of the balls into his mouth and was enjoying the sensation, but found the ball too big to breathe around and was unable to keep it there for very long. Next he began to lick and kiss the huge cock shaft, flicking his tongue against the underside of the shaft as he ran his tongue all the way up the shaft to the cock head. There his tongue ran around and around the head. Andy was moaning loudly by this time. Steve licked a nice amount of pre cum from the head and gave the cock head a big, wet kiss.

Steve asked for the lube and Andy readily gave it to him. He put a handful of lube on the cock head and used both hands to evenly spread the lube along the full length of Andy’s cock. He then massaged a generous amount of lube around and into his man hole before rising up and placing Andy’s cock head against his well puckered hole. Steve relaxed his butt hole and Andy’s cock slowly disappeared into his ass. Steve made a little wince as the shaft spread him wide and started to slide in, the wince becoming a soft moan of pleasure as the full length of the cock made its way inside him. A cock had never stretched his hole so wide or gone so deep inside him. He could feel Andy’s giant ball sack pressing against his butt cheeks. He sat still for a moment relishing the feeling. Then he began riding Andy’s cock, rising and sitting repeatedly while Andy moaned in pleasure. Andy’s hips began to move as he tried to thrust his cock on his own and Steve rose up to give him room. The cock then started a rhythmic sliding along Steve’s sphincter and prostate, producing a loud groan from Steve. Steve could no longer take the feeling of the fat cock sliding against his prostate and let out a screaming groan as he shot a big load all over Andy’s chest. Andy reached up and pushed Steve on his side and rolled over, pinning Steve flat on his back; Andy’s cock inside Steve all the while. Andy then lifted Steve’s legs over his shoulders and began to fuck Steve slowly at first and then more and more vigorously taking full length strokes with his big, long cock. Andy’s balls were slapping against Steve’s butt and Steve was moaning again as Andy got closer and closer to his own climax. Steve grunted when he felt Andy’s cock suddenly thrust all the way into him and the ball sack pressed hard against his butt. Andy voiced a loud “Ahhhhhhh” all while he pumped over a cup and a half of cum deep into Steve. For the next 4 minutes Steve’s sphincter felt the huge cock’s muscle spasms as it squirted and squirted its giant load into him, each spasm pressing against and exciting his prostate. The sensation got Steve so hot that he shot a second load all over his abdomen and chest. Andy fell on him and planted a big wet kiss on his mouth. His cock slowly got soft and slipped its way out of Steve’s ass, making a wet, sloppy noise as it popped out. Andy told him that he shot the giant load so deep inside him that he didn’t know what would happen later. Steve should be prepared in case a lot of cum leaked from his hole that night.

Steve said “All that sex has made me really hungry. Let’s go attack that pizza.” They pulled on briefs and went to the kitchen to eat. As they ate, Steve asked if all the men in Andy’s family were hung like him. Andy answered “No, only me.” Puzzled, Steve said he was confused. Leaving out any information about the professor and where the experiment was conducted, Andy told him all about the gene splicing on his DNA and how he had wound up with boar size testicles, a stallion size cock and urethra along with gigantic ejaculations. A side effect of giant ejaculations was a proportional increase in testosterone, which made him constantly horny. Andy added that his cum was so milky looking because of his extremely high sperm count, closely matching that of a boar pig. “Balls and orgasms like a boar pig, huh? Well you certainly got the pig’s huge ball sack and the horse’s cock.” Andy explained that the density of his sperm was about 2½ times denser than a normal human male. That made him one of the most fertile men anywhere and also made his semen look much whiter and taste different. Steve began to understand why Andy’s cum was so tasty.

They finished eating and stood up to return to the bedroom. Steve looked at the abnormally huge bulge in the front of Andy’s briefs and asked him if he had trouble buying clothes. Andy explained about finding clothes that fit and some custom tailoring he needed. He looked at Steve’s crotch and said to him “There’s something starting to run down your leg. You probably should take a bathroom break.” Steve hurried into the bathroom. When he came out he said “Man, did you deposit a load in me. I may leak for some time tonight.” Andy said “Maybe it can be used as a lube for another fuck.” And he gave Steve a wicked grin as they went into the bedroom.

Steve apparently liked the suggestion as he got on all fours on the bed and asked Andy to do him doggy style. Steve spread his legs wide, separating his ass cheeks so Andy could see his well puckered hole. Steve then relaxed his hole enough to show a rosebud interior. Andy took one look at it and plunged his face into that ass, running his tongue all around that hole and over the rosebud interior. Rimming gave Andy a roaring hard on. Steve was moaning loudly and the rimming relaxed him even more. This allowed a bit more cum to leak and Andy got a taste of his own spunk; not bad, he thought. A dark hole opened up in the center of the rosebud and Andy knew Steve was ready. A bit of lube on his already throbbing cock and Andy started to slide into Steve for a second time. Steve made pleasurable noises all while Andy’s cock slipped deep into him, stretching his hole wide. Cum from the first load oozed out of Steve and lubricated Andy’s cock as it slid into that warm, moist interior.

Andy was really turned on by all the rimming and the tight hole gripping his cock. He began to fuck, his huge balls slapping up against Steve’s balls with every stroke. He suddenly had a long, screaming orgasm as he spurted and spurted another 1½ cups deep into Steve’s ass. The pulsing cock made Steve groan loudly, his big muscular body flexed, his back arched and he shot his third load of the day. Steve’s sphincter clamped down tightly on Andy’s cock and Andy gasped as his orgasm got even more intense. By now Steve had so much cum inside him that he was overflowing with cum and it was running freely from his ass all around Andy’s throbbing cock. This was Andy’s first multiple orgasm since his enlargement and he was surprised that he still could shoot that much cum twice in such a short period of time. His cock slipped out of Steve and Steve made a dash for the bathroom. When Steve returned, he said to Andy “I’ve had enemas before, but this was my first cum enema.” He thanked Andy and gave him a big, wet kiss. The two of them got into bed and wrapped their bodies around each other, then quickly fell into an exhausted sleep. Steve’s man hole leaked cum all night.

Steve woke up alone in the bed. The aroma of fresh brewed coffee filled the air and let him know Andy was in the kitchen making breakfast. He pulled on his briefs and went into the kitchen. Andy was standing at the stove wearing only a jockstrap. He turned to Steve showing an obscene jockstrap bulge and said “Good morning. I hope you’re hungry.” Steve told him he was starved. He rubbed the bulge affectionately and told Andy he couldn’t believe he had actually taken all of that last night. Andy grinned, gave him a good morning kiss and thanked him, then said he hoped they could do it again sometime soon. Andy then served up a breakfast of eggs, sausages, pastries and coffee. They both ate hungrily.

As they ate, Steve asked what Andy did for a living. Andy told him he was studying for a doctorate degree in biology. Scholarships covered his tuition, while several of his research grants included living expenses. After graduation he wanted to work as a researcher at a university or some company doing biological research. Steve then told him he made a decent living working as a professional trainer at a local gym, a gym other than the one where they worked out. He really enjoyed training other guys and felt that notoriety from his contests kept his training schedule full, unlike so many other trainers. That busy schedule provided him with a nice income. He mentioned that Andy could augment his own income by selling his sperm to fertility clinics that would more than welcome semen so rich with sperm. Andy chuckled and said “You aren’t the first person to suggest that. But my genes can be inherited and male children will grow up with genitals and cum loads matching mine. I don’t know if it would be wise to surprise unsuspecting parents by doing that.” Steve smiled at the thought.

Steve said he knew several of the bodybuilders he trained were gay, hung and insatiable cum junkies who would probably love to meet him. A couple of them were also size queens who would really enjoy trying to take on Andy’s giant cock. Andy thought about for a while and said it might be interesting to get together with some big bodybuilders who all had a fetish for cum. Steve said as a result of associating with them, his cum fetish was slowly growing. He liked the taste of Andy’s cum better than any he had tasted before, yet after last night, felt like a cum storage container since Andy had filled his body with so much cum both down his throat and up his ass. He said these guys would really enjoy meeting Andy and asked if he would like to meet them. Andy said “Yes, I would. They sound like people I’d like to meet.”

Carlos & Joseph

A few days later, Steve called to arrange a meeting. Andy suggested they meet that evening at the same bar where the two of them had met before. Andy was at the bar when Steve walked in with two big bodied guys. Steve came up to Andy and gave him a big kiss. He then introduced his friends; a big Latino named Carlos and a huge black man named Joseph. Very good looking men, they were big body builders, but not as well developed as Steve. Carlos sat next to Andy, the two of them having a nice conversation. Andy noticed Carlos’ gaze was frequently drifting down to his crotch and realized Steve had told him about his genitals. Andy was wearing loose fitting jeans with no underwear, his cock and balls down his right pant leg and yet was not showing a bulge. He gently took Carlos’ hand and placed it on his pant leg over his cock. The warm hand got Andy semi hard and Carlos made a soft gasp of surprise as the cock grew under his hand. Carlos slowly ran his hand along the length of Andy’s cock and then gently reached down to feel Andy’s ball sack. “Wow.” was all he could say. Andy told him he was only semi hard and that his cock got longer and fatter when fully hard. With that, Andy suggested they all go to his place.

Once at Andy’s place they all began to grope one another, hands all over their muscular bodies and full crotches. They stripped and the two guests took one look at Andy’s hard cock and swinging balls and got rock hard themselves. One at a time, Andy invited them over to touch his genitals. Steve came over last and Andy planted a passionate kiss on him. By now the display had everyone in the room oozing pre cum. The two guests put on condoms in case they had an uncontrolled orgasm. Steve asked Andy if he thought he could cum more than once. Andy told him he certainly could with these fine bodies to turn him on. Joseph said “Steve told us you shoot a lot of cum. Can we see you do it?” Andy went out to the kitchen and got a large Pyrex measuring cup. He returned to the living room and started to stroke his long, fat cock, beating off into the cup. He had one of his lengthy orgasms as he pumped over 1½ cups of cum into the cup. He asked “Anyone want a drink while it’s still hot?” He passed the measuring cup around and the guys eagerly took a big gulp with Steve draining the last of it. Steve told them “I told you this would be the best tasting cum you ever had.”

The guys said they wanted to know for themselves what it was like for Andy to cum in their mouth. Andy told them that the load he just shot was a normal sized load and asked them if they thought they could swallow over a cup and a half of cum at one time. Each of them wanted to try. Steve told them the story of what had happened when Andy had cum in his mouth and Andy added that he thought he could cum a couple more times. Andy had gone soft by now and Carlos told him how nice his cock looked with the foreskin back over the head. Carlos had a really fat uncut brown dick that stood out from his body, pushed up and out by his big, round ball sack. Andy invited him over. Carlos came over to him and began by touching Andy’s balls, getting hard as his hands ran all over the huge scrotum. Andy got hard again, but really wanted to suck on Carlos’ fat dick. At Andy’s request, Carlos took off the condom and Andy sucked his cock into his hungry mouth, running his tongue under the foreskin and all around his cock head. Carlos started moaning in pleasure, his cock growing longer and fatter in Andy’s mouth and moving into his throat. Suddenly Carlos practically screamed “Oh God!” as his balls emptied their load into Andy’s mouth and throat. Andy eagerly swallowed every drop of his cum.

Joseph then walked over and took Andy’s cock in his hand, running a finger under the foreskin. Touching Andy’s cock got Joseph very excited and his dick quickly grew to its full ten inch length showing large bulging veins through his condom. Andy’s testosterone level was elevated and his cock quickly grew to its full 17½” x 4″ horse cock size. Joseph apparently could open his mouth really wide and managed to stretch his mouth fully around Andy’s cock, but was only able to take the head and the first 4″ of the shaft before starting to choke. He licked and sucked on his mouthful while Andy moaned in pleasure. Andy suddenly held Joseph’s head firmly in place for the lengthy time it took him to shoot another 1½ cups of cum. Joseph choked, but did his best to swallow as much of it as he could before it completely filled his mouth and throat, flowing out past his lips all around the giant cock. Joseph spontaneously shot a big load into his condom. Andy’s cock slipped out of Joseph’s mouth and Joseph went to town licking and cleaning all cum residue from Andy’s cock. When he was finished and Andy’s cock was nice and clean, Carlos asked Joseph if he could have his used condom. Joseph took it off and gave it to Carlos, who raised it to his mouth and hungrily sucked it dry. Andy told both guests that he was exhausted after two intense orgasms and that any other orgasm he might have he would like to share with Steve.

Cum Filled Condom

Carlos asked if he could somehow get a condom filled with Andy’s cum. Andy said “Sure, but it might take a day or two.” He asked Andy how he would fill the condoms, because his cock was so much fatter than a condom. Andy told Carlos he had caused condoms to explode in the past and that he would just cum into the Pyrex cup and then empty the cup into a condom. Carlos said he was studying veterinary medicine and that a special condom was used to collect semen from horses for artificial insemination. He could get a few of them for him. Andy asked how big they were and Carlos told him they were shaped like a large light bulb and that before stretching each was about 12″ long, over 3″ wide at the top opening and almost 6″ wide at the light bulb shaped base. The base was a large reservoir to collect the horse’s semen and would easily hold more than a cup of cum. Andy said they sounded like just the right thing for him and asked him to get some. He told Carlos he would fill one up especially for him.

The next day Carlos dropped off several of the stallion condoms. Andy thanked him and told him he would try them for size and have a full condom for him in a day or two. Andy could tell that Carlos seemed a bit unhappy by the wait and invited him in for a bit. He told Carlos he remembered that last night Carlos didn’t get Andy’s full load in his mouth and asked him if he wanted to milk him to climax and do it now. Carlos jumped at the chance. Andy dropped his pants and sat on the sofa with Carlos beside him. Carlos began stroking Andy’s cock and fondling his balls, easily making Andy hot and hard very quickly. Andy groaned and moaned all while Carlos licked, stroked and played with his cock, milking him close to orgasm and backing off before starting again. When the milking backed off, Carlos would lick away all of Andy’s pre cum that was glistening all over his cock head. After getting close to orgasm a number of times, Andy realized he wouldn’t be able to hold it much longer and said “Get ready. It’s going to happen fast.” Carlos placed his mouth over the head of Andy’s cock just as Andy’s urethra opened wide and fired the first shot of his 1½ cup load. Andy’s eyes rolled up and he groaned loudly as he held Carlos’ head firmly in place all during his 4 minute orgasm. Not one drop of cum ran down Andy’s cock; Carlos had managed to open his throat and allow the entire load to flow into his gut. Surprised, Andy told him he was the first guy to take his entire load without a problem. Carlos said “Thanks that was fantastic and really tasty, too.” Andy told him he would make sure to get the filled condom to him soon. Carlos said he would be looking forward to it. Two days later, Andy delivered a stallion condom bulging with three big loads, more than a quart of cum. Carlos was ecstatic, thanking him profusely. Andy didn’t ask what Carlos intended to do with it all.

Steve and Andy continued to get together for sex, quickly becoming close friends and fuck buddies. Andy had been with several guys who wanted to sit on his cock, but all of them had found it too big to take. Steve was the only guy who could take his cock up the ass and enjoyed doing it. This really satisfied Andy’s love for fucking. Andy enjoyed Steve’s company for sex and tried something one night after fucking Steve. Steve already had quite a hard on from the activity, but had not yet had his own orgasm. So Andy started sucking his fat 9″ dick, getting him even more excited. Andy smeared lube on his hole and all over Steve’s cock and sat on it, his huge balls and cock sprawled all over Steve’s abs. It had been a long time since Andy had a cock up his ass and it felt wonderful when Steve’s fat 9″ cock slid into him. He reached behind his butt and gently stroked and fondled Steve’s ball sack as he began to ride the cock. Steve was making loud sounds of pleasure by now; soon Andy could feel Steve’s cock swell with an upcoming explosion of cum. Andy grabbed Steve’s pectorals and Steve grabbed Andy’s. All the activity got Andy hard again, his cock head snaking between Steve’s huge pectorals right to the top of his chest. The two of them came in unison amid a loud chorus of pleasurable sounds. Andy could feel Steve’s cock pumping cum into him at the same time he blasted Steve’s chin and face with another big load that coated Steve’s face, head and neck. Steve hungrily scooped as much as he could into his mouth. Grabbing a towel, Andy wiped the rest from Steve’s head and neck. Then they collapsed onto the bed, wrapped their arms around one another and fell into an exhausted sleep.

Milking Machine

One day Carlos called and asked Andy if he would be interested in getting together with some guys for a group session with a cock milking machine. Curious, Andy told him he had heard of those machines, but would need to know more about it. Carlos asked if he could come over to explain and Andy told him he was available now. Carlos arrived a short time later. Carlos described a special cock milking machine he had purchased that was made of clear plastic. It allowed guys to watch everyone’s cock getting sucked by the machine, see each of them shoot their cum loads into clear milking sleeves, see everyone’s man milk move along clear hoses to a clear collection chamber and see each load slowly fill the chamber as the cum is sucked into it. He winked at Andy and smiled as he said “And…it’s dish washer safe for easy cleanup.”

Andy asked how many times guys would normally cum when milked. Carlos told him 3 or 4 times were about normal but some guys have cum as many as six times. Andy said “Four times for me would be 6 cups of cum. That’s a quart and a half of cum just from me and there would be other people cumming too. Is the collection chamber big enough to hold so much cum?” Carlos assured him that it could hold up to a gallon of cum.

Carlos went on to describe the milking sleeves and told Andy he had special ordered one big enough to handle his 4″ wide cock. Andy was intrigued and asked if Steve could join in. Carlos said that the machine could milk up to 8 people at a time; Steve would be more than welcome. Andy then asked what Carlos did with the collected cum. Carlos told him about his extreme cum fetish and how he drank a lot of it, used a lot in his cooking and used a turkey baster to shoot it up his ass on nights he was alone, horny and needing to be filled with cum. Andy finally understood what Carlos had done with the loaded stallion condom he gave him. Carlos said that he could arrange a milking party if Andy was interested. Andy told him to arrange it, he would let Steve know.

On Friday, Carlos notified everyone that the milking session had been scheduled for the next evening at his place. Saturday evening Andy and Steve arrived and were pleased to see Joseph had been invited along with four varsity athletes from the university. These athletes were all nicely built and very nicely hung. Introductions were made all around. It was quite a sight with four bodybuilders and four very fit varsity athletes gathered in one room. Carlos and Joseph started things by undressing followed by the varsity jocks and Steve. One of the athletes proudly displayed an eleven inch fat erection while the others all were in the eight to ten inch range when hard; all four had large balls. Andy got undressed last and surprised the four athletes with his horse cock and huge ball sack. “Holy shit!” one of them said and came over to fondle Andy’s genitals; Andy smiled at him.

Carlos said “Let’s get started.” He passed liquid lube around and everyone lubed up their cocks. Then he turned on the machine and handed Andy his special milking sleeve. The others each took a sleeve and everyone let the machine pull their cock inside. Andy’s sleeve was 12″ long and everyone watched as it drew in all but five inches of his giant cock. The interior of each sleeve contained a perfectly clear condom like sheath that would stroke the cock and collect ejaculations. It was attached to a clear hose to suck out semen as it shot into the sheath. The sheath stroked the cock via a pulsing vacuum the machine created between it and the sleeve wall. Because the sheath was clear, it fully showed the shaft of the cock inside as it was stroked and as it swelled and throbbed while spurting a load of cum, adding to everyone’s sexual titillation. Sucking would continue, keeping the cock inside hard while it was stroked to another ejaculation.

The room filled with the machine’s sucking noise along with a variety of moans and groans. Eight very loud orgasms happened at about the same time. Large blobs of man milk flowed along the clear hoses and splattered into the container. The varsity guys’ big balls had produced some nice sized loads of semen. Andy’s orgasm kept going for the next 4 minutes all while his very white cum flooded the clear hose as it gushed through, splashing loudly as it shot into the container. The four varsity athletes stared in amazement at the size of Andy’s ejaculation, several of them cumming a second time as they watched. Andy hadn’t cum in a couple of days. His testosterone level was very high and the machine had him hot and ready in a very short time. He loudly unloaded another 1½ cups into the sheath, watching as it flooded the hose and splattered into the container. By now, the others had cum about four times and were getting exhausted. Andy still had another load to deliver and leaned back while the machine gave him the best blow job he’d had since his enlargement. One final screaming orgasm with a hose filling cup and a half of cum and Andy was spent. The other guys all had shot an additional one or two loads, mostly because they got so excited watching Andy. They too were spent and exhausted. The container was about half full of milky white semen, made even whiter by Andy’s sperm dense semen.

Carlos turned off the machine and passed out towels for everyone to clean themselves. He then asked if anyone would like a shooter made with cum from the container. All of them anxiously said yes. Carlos scooped cum from the container and went to his bar to make shots of bourbon and cum for everyone. Carlos explained that the protein filled cum would help restore their libidos. After they had all toasted their success in producing about a half gallon of cum, Carlos asked if anyone would like a protein smoothie. Everyone accepted the offer. Carlos got to work with his blender, adding ice cream and cum in equal measure. The smoothies were cold, very frothy and delicious. The high protein semen in the smoothies really helped everyone feel less spent by all the sexual activity.

New Candidates

Through all this accelerated sexual activity, Andy was keeping his regular monthly appointments with the professor. He asked the professor about his elevated testosterone level and whether the professor thought it might be worrisome. The professor told him that it was just par for the course with such enlarged testicles. He added that Andy should enjoy the increased sexual activity. Andy assured him he was. Then he asked Andy “Would you like to be joined by other guys with the same enhancements? I have been thinking you might like to have some friends so you could share similar experiences.” He went on to say how successful Andy’s gene splices had been and that follow-up testing had proven the splices were safe with no adverse side effects. He was now ready to try his gene splicing technique on others. He asked Andy to help him discreetly recruit volunteers, since the professor couldn’t advertise for volunteers without breaking project secrecy. Andy agreed to help and said he knew where he could find possible candidates. The professor said he expected Andy to become a mentor to the candidates and reminded Andy about project secrecy and the importance of keeping information about it out of the hands of corporations and the government. Andy assured him he would be very cautious.

Andy gave a lot of thought to just who he could recruit for the professor. After much thought, he realized he needed to approach guys who had average sized genitals. Guys with naturally large genitals were likely to wind up with freakishly large genitals. For example, Steve would end up with a 22½” cock that was over 5″ wide and close to 16″ around, while Joseph would develop a 25″ cock that was about 6″ wide and almost 19″ in circumference. Even Carlos would become freakishly huge. No one would be able to take a cock that big; it would kill their sex lives and that of their heirs. He needed to find some of these average sized guys elsewhere, as his current associates were all pretty well hung.

He started watching guys in the locker and shower rooms at the gym, taking careful note of any tendency for them to spread gossip or spill too much information about their private lives, possibly unable to keep a secret. He also kept an eye on his fellow students and varsity athletes. The four athletes who had attended the milking session were too well hung for the project, but they knew a number of varsity jocks whom they could introduce to Andy. Andy could then determine which ones to approach about the project. From his own experience, Andy was seeking fit recruits who had enough muscle structure to handle strong muscle contractions during lengthy orgasms and be able to easily carry the extra genital weight.

He finally found five gay varsity athletes all between 19 and 21 years old who met his criteria. All of them were big, strapping young men. Two were on the track team, two more were wrestlers, and one was a football player; all of them with average sized genitals and well muscled. Andy met individually with each of them, giving a brief explanation of the project and asking for a signed nondisclosure document. He told each of them they could back out of the project if they were uncomfortable with project details, but they would still be held by the nondisclosure agreement. Andy then met with them as a group and explained all about the project and his experiences with the DNA enhancement. They asked to see Andy’s enhancement and Andy willingly dropped his pants and allowed them to look at and touch his genitals. None of them backed out, especially once they found out their genitals would grow 2½ times bigger. They had a lengthy conversation asking Andy many questions about living with large genitals, having sex and finding clothes that fit.

Andy answered all of their inquiries and added some of his own experiences, such as sleeping on his back with large, heavy balls dangling between his legs and what it was like getting used to rolling over on them in the middle of the night. Then waking up with 17½” of morning wood and trying to pee with such a long, fat hard on. He added how he had dealt with his ball sack growing larger and hanging lower, trying to find a way to fit everything comfortably into whatever he was wearing, especially when he went commando and occasionally had to avoid sitting on his giant nuts. He told them their sex lives would probably change due to being constantly horny from the increased amount of testosterone their giant balls would generate. They were surprised to find out how much cum, dense with sperm, they would shoot and how tasty it would be to their sex partners. He continued about the guys who had tried to suck his cock, how they loved the taste of his cum, swallowing as much of it as they could and how he eventually found someone able to take his cock up the ass. All of them listened carefully and yet told him they were still anxious to join the project.

Andy introduced the five of them to the professor, who confirmed their willingness to continue with the project. Once assured, he began by taking a DNA sample from each of them and told them he would contact them in a few days. A few days later they were all invited back for inoculation. The professor gave each of them a personal aerosol bottle and told them how to administer the nasal spray. Once inoculated, he asked them to return in two weeks. Andy warned them what the next two weeks would be like. Two weeks later all of them had recovered from their flu like symptoms and were ready to continue. The professor took DNA samples and measured their genitals for his base line data. He told them he would see them in a few days.

A couple of days later the professor called them to his lab and met with them, telling them all that gene splicing had been successful. He then injected each of them with the growth hormone and told them to return in two months. He also reminded them that Andy was available to mentor them during these two months. Throughout the two months, Andy answered many questions as all of them went through the growth cycle. He also reminded them about the effect on their libidos caused by the huge amount of testosterone their enlarged balls would generate and that they should expect to be very horny most of the time. Two months later all five of them were fully enlarged with ball sacks averaging 20″ around, their erect cocks ranging from 15″ to 17″ long and between 3½” and 4″ wide.

Clothing

Somehow the wrestlers and track athletes had not realized what their enlargement would really look like in their athletic uniforms. They were concerned because the tight fitting wrestling and track team uniforms embarrassingly showed such a gigantic bulge. One of the wrestlers said that he had gotten an erection when his opponent had unintentionally grabbed his balls. The full shape of his enlarged genitals was clearly on display, pressed against the tight spandex fabric of his singlet. The spandex hugged his scrotum so tight it showed the separation between each of his giant testicles. His 4″ wide cock shaft extended all the way up the front of the singlet with his cock head clearly outlined just below the neck band. He had felt naked. The coaches and all other competitors had seen it, embarrassing him greatly. The football player wasn’t at all concerned; he was an exhibitionist who proudly displayed the large bulge in his football tights and felt that most people would think he was just wearing a large cup. One of the track runners had gotten a hard on that snaked all the way down the pant leg of the spandex singlet, pushing itself almost to the bottom of the pant leg, displaying his entire cock head to everyone watching. Andy assured them they would learn to deal with situations like that.

Andy explained the biggest part of their bulge was made by their balls, not their cock, and that they should look for support clothing that could comfortably contain their genitals, something like jock straps with an extra large pouch or some underwear brands made for well hung guys that have a good sized supportive pouch. Andy also suggested that they look for pleated front slacks, rather than flat front slacks, to minimize a possibly embarrassing bulge. He gave them names of several brands clothing and assured them they would eventually find a way to be comfortable with their appearance and to enjoy any added attention in the meantime.

Their flaccid cocks were all about 9″ long and just under 3″ wide. Each of them found a way to dress that minimized the cock outline and the bulge made by their balls in their varsity uniforms. With testicles each averaging about as big as two hens’ eggs, their ball sacks were just too big to hide well, so most of them just let it hang down a leg of the uniform. The football player simply let his bulge show without trying to hide anything. His coach had managed to get him compression shorts with an oversized pouch. In spite of that, he always showed off the clear outline of his balls, cock and its cock head pressed against the front of his football tights. Regardless the uniform, they all caused onlookers to stare at their crotches in amazement and envy. Eventually all of them found a way to live with their bulging crotches and comfortably contain their junk in their athletic uniforms. Even the wrestlers were able to live with the occasional gigantic erection they got when competing.

At their next meeting the professor asked each of them to masturbate into beakers and confirmed that all of them could produce close to a cup and a half of sperm dense semen. Each of them donated that much semen while experiencing a lengthy orgasm followed by exhaustion; both the professor and Andy assuring all of them that over time they would gain the muscle strength to endure such long orgasms. Andy finally had other guys with whom he could identify and share experiences about living with such large genitals. They trusted him as a mentor and he hoped they would become good friends.

A New Machine

The next day Carlos came over for a visit. Andy told him about the five newly enlarged athletes and that they all would need a good supply of the stallion condoms. He asked Carlos where he had purchased his milking machine. Andy wanted to special order one that could milk six enlarged guys, all hung and capable of cumming well over a cup or every time they shot a load. This milking machine would also need a storage chamber considerably larger than the one gallon chamber of Carlos’ machine. Andy justified the larger chamber by stating that, added together, every time all six of them came they would shoot 9 cups of cum; that’s over a half gallon. If they all came just twice they would overfill the chamber on Carlos’ milking machine. Carlos said he would get the information and would bring over a supply of stallion condoms.

Before leaving, he asked why Andy hadn’t asked him to join the group getting the enlargement. Andy carefully explained that while Carlos didn’t have too long a cock, his 2½” wide cock shaft would have ended up being over 6″ wide and between 19″ and 20″ around. Nobody would be able to take a cock that fat; it would ruin his sex life. He added that Joseph would have ended up with a 25″ cock that would have been too long and too big around for anyone to take. Their genitals would have been freakishly large and basically no good for normal sex. Carlos told him he understood, but was such a pig for cum that he had really wanted to shoot his own giant loads.

Andy called the manufacturer of the milking machine and explained the situation. The guy on the phone made some quick calculations, recommending that the collection chamber have a 5 gallon capacity. He defended his calculations saying the six enhanced guys just described would collectively shoot over a half gallon of cum every time they came. Five orgasms of that size would fill the collection chamber to just about the 3 gallon level, leaving room for another 2 gallons of cum, more than enough for 6 average guys to cum 5 times or for the enhanced guys to cum another once or twice. “Therefore” he said “a chamber that size would allow attachment of up to 12 milking sleeves, milking 6 oversized cocks and 6 average size cocks at the same time.” Andy verified the math and took his recommendation, ordering a custom made clear plastic machine with a 5 gallon collection chamber, 6 oversized milking sleeves and 6 regular sleeves. It was scheduled for delivery several weeks later.

While he was waiting for the milking machine to arrive, Andy and Steve continued their sexual relationship. One night, Andy put on one of the stallion condoms before fucking Steve. Steve was used to Andy shooting a lot of cum into him, but his eyes bugged in amazement when the stallion condom ballooned as it filled up inside him. Andy came twice that night and the condom wound up swollen and straining to hold over a pint and a half of cum. Steve had been developing more and more of a fetish for the taste of Andy’s cum and asked him for the filled condom. Andy gave it to him and Steve drank down a half cup of cum while it was still hot. Andy also took a good drink from the condom; he had found that he also was developing quite a taste for his own cum. Steve put the condom aside to finish later.

Jerk-Off Party

A few days later, Carlos arranged a twelve man jerk-off get-together for Andy and the 5 newly enlarged guys along with himself, Steve, Joseph and three bodybuilding friends of his all of whom were cum pigs. They met in Carlos’ living room, where he had laid out a large plastic sheet over the carpet. They all stripped and the six enlarged guys were asked to pull up chairs and sit in a circle around the others. Carlos explained that he and his 5 friends would milk the enlarged guys. Carlos and his friends then sat on the floor, each of them sitting in front of an enlarged guy’s crotch. Joseph sat in front of Andy winking at him as he told him maybe he could do better this time.

The jerk-off began with milkers fondling, licking and worshiping the giant balls in front of them; the three muscular cum pigs had never seen testicles so big. The six guys being milked moaned all while their balls were played with. Then the milkers started on each guy, stroking his giant cock almost to orgasm amid loud groaning; then letting him cool down before starting over and repeating the milking and cool down again and again, finally finishing him off with a very loud volcanic orgasm aimed at each of their faces. The six guys on the floor could see the impending orgasm when the scrotum got up tight and the urethra dilated. They stretched their open mouths as best they could around the head of the cock in front of them just as each of them was blasted with well over a cup of cum apiece. Amid a chorus of moans, groans and choking sounds for the next four minutes, they were gulping quickly as cum squirted and squirted, filling their mouths and throats, washing all over their faces as far back as their ears; running like a river down their chins and flowing in rivers over their muscular chests. During the four minute plus orgasms, the six guys on the floor all shot their own loads of cum without even touching themselves. Andy looked down at Joseph telling him he had done much better this time and that he looked like he was in white face makeup with Andy’s very white cum all over his face. Joseph gave him an evil grin as he wiped Andy’s cum from his face into his mouth, telling Andy how good his cum tasted. Carlos and the bodybuilder cum pigs went to work licking cum off the plastic sheet, finishing up with any cum remaining on anyone’s face or body.

While they all recovered from the intense orgasms, Carlos retrieved a two foot diameter bowl from his kitchen. He placed it in the center of the circle and told them it had a several gallon capacity; Carlos asked everyone to shoot all their next loads into the bowl. The six milkers pulled up chairs of their own, each sitting between one of the enlarged guys in the circle. Andy was pleased that Joseph sat next to him, making his beautiful ten inch black cock available for Andy to stroke. Once everyone was ready, the milking was repeated three more times until everyone was exhausted and drained dry. Andy loved the way Joseph’s cock would swell with its veins all puffed-up just before having a loud, shuddering orgasm shooting big loads into the bowl. By this time the six enlarged guys were exhausted and slumped back in their chairs. Looking at the bowl, everyone could see it contained close to two gallons of cum. Carlos got drinking glasses from the kitchen and offered one to anyone interested in drinking the hot cum. Carlos, Andy and Steve each took a glass and Carlos passed out the remaining glasses to everyone. Scooping cum from the bowl, they toasted one another as they drank a glassful while the contents were fresh and warm. Everyone commented on the good taste as most of it was very sperm rich. Carlos invited everyone over for brunch the next morning and took the container of cum into his kitchen. The next morning, Carlos served a really fantastic brunch; using last night’s cum as a major ingredient in everything he cooked.

After brunch, Andy got together with the five other enlarged guys. They all seemed anxious about something and Andy asked each of them what was causing their anxiety. They told him they were feeling just great, but now were wondering what comes next. Each of them was more than satisfied with their new genital package and felt their sex life was fulfilling yet lacking something. They all felt that there had to be more to life than being perpetually horny, jerk-off sessions, wanting a proper blow job instead of choking guys who couldn’t fit such a big cock in their mouth and endlessly looking for someone who could take their cock up the ass. Andy told them he would look into it and get back to them.

Andy’s Milking Machine

In the meantime, Andy’s milking machine arrived. It was enormous compared to the one Carlos had purchased and included an industrial strength vacuum pump. The container was a large clear plastic container covered with a domed, air tight cap that was removable; fitted on top of the domed cap were 12 covered hose fittings surrounding a vacuum connection at the top of the dome. The hoses, the milking sleeves and their condom like sheaths inside were all as clear as glass. The manufacturer had etched volume markings up the side of the container. Andy called Carlos and he came over to see the machine. Carlos took one look at the collection chamber and exclaimed “Jesus! That thing is huge.” and was equally impressed that the machine could milk up to 12 people at a time. He immediately suggested Andy host a milking party and invite the same guys who had attended the jerk-off session. Andy agreed that it would be a good way to break in the new machine and began making plans. Carlos began to fantasize over the thought of so much cum being collected at one time.

Andy arranged a date for the milking and Carlos invited all the guys who had been at his jerk-off gathering. On the scheduled evening, all 12 guys met at Andy’s place. He had chairs arranged in a circle around the milking machine and organized the seating so every other guy was enlarged. Andy really wanted to watch Joseph’s cock when the veins stood out as it swelled and pumped out his big load of cum. He also had Carlos sit on his other side so he could watch the same thing happen to him. The six normal sized guys all wanted to watch the enlarged guys shoot their giant loads of cum into the machine. Andy turned on the surprisingly quiet vacuum pump then handed out lube and milking sleeves to everyone. Everyone watched as the vacuum pulled all of their cocks into the milking sleeves and the sheaths inside began their sucking action. A chorus of pleasurable noises filled the room, gradually rising in volume as everyone approached orgasm. Suddenly one loud orgasm triggered eleven other orgasms and the room filled with loud grunts and groans. Spurts from the normal sized guys were sucked along the hoses like white marbles while the enlarged guys all shot so much cum with every spurt that their hoses simply filled with white cum flowing along the entire length of the hose. Cum splashed audibly into the collection chamber filling it just above the half gallon mark. The sleeves kept sucking, quickly getting the dozen cocks hard again. Andy watched as Joseph’s cock swelled with his approaching orgasm and then looked at Carlos to watch as his cock grew fatter and fatter. Andy’s cock was swelling, the veins distended and swollen, his scrotum started to tighten up and Andy almost yelled as he came for a second time, triggering several other orgasms. Shortly, all of them had shot their man milk and the room quieted again. The sound of mechanical sucking was the only sound in the room as 12 semi-limp cocks were sucked back to an erect state. Moaning filled the room again and continued while everyone enjoyed the feeling of a fantastic blow job. After a while everyone noisily contributed another load. A fourth orgasm later and they all were all spent. Andy looked at the machine and saw empty hoses and a container filled to just under the three gallon level. He turned off the vacuum pump and everyone pulled their cocks out of the milking sleeves. Carlos was ecstatic when he saw how much cum had been collected, as were the other cum pigs. Andy got glasses from the kitchen and removed the domed cap from the collection chamber. Everyone enjoyed a glass of fresh hot cum, rich with sperm and testosterone from the enlarged guys. The protein and testosterone rich semen really helped restore their libidos. Andy asked the enlarged guys to come over for brunch the next day. He also asked Carlos if he would be chef for the brunch, using as much cum as he wanted from what they had just contributed; he also told Carlos he could have all the left over cum. Carlos excitedly agreed to the idea, he and the other cum pigs would have a great time with it.

Anxiety Relief

The next morning the six enlarged guys arrived for brunch. Carlos served a delicious brunch made with cum from the night before. Everyone enjoyed his culinary prowess. After eating, Andy told them he had met with the professor and that the professor wanted to meet with them as a group. He had some good, yet interesting information to share about the gene splicing they had gone through. Andy told them he would schedule the meeting sometime soon. He also asked them if their anxiety had eased. They told him that they were getting comfortable with their size problems, but still had some lingering anxiety. They met with the professor the next day.

The professor told them he had some good news about continuing research into their enhancement. The gene change had proved to be perfectly safe and turned out to be a dominant gene, practically guaranteeing that male children would inherit the same genital size and ability to produce large quantities of sperm dense semen. These male children would pass the gene on to their heirs. Female children would also carry the gene, passing it on to their children. All of the male children for many generations would be well endowed and extremely fertile. Every one of the guys explained they were gay and not interested in getting married or having children. The professor thought for a bit, then suggested that if they really wanted heirs, it would be perfectly safe for them to find a reputable fertility clinic and donate their sperm. He asked Andy to see if he could find such a clinic, especially one that would be willing to be discreet and keep the gene splicing project secret. Andy told him he would look for such a clinic.

After they left, the five enhanced guys all told Andy that this new information resolved their remaining anxiety issues. Andy began to look for a fertility clinic he could trust. Many interviews later, he found a clinic that was eager and willing to work with exceptional sperm donations. The clinic was also pleased to hear that the donors were all fit college athletes in the prime of their sperm producing years. They only required a private interview, a comprehensive health history and a sperm sample from each donor. All six of them made appointments with the clinic. Andy warned the others that the clinic really didn’t understand about the volume of sperm they ejaculated and to bring a stallion condom for the sperm sample. They all went through the interview process and were told the clinic had to examine their semen before continuing. Several days later, they were contacted by the clinic to make appointments for donations. Andy was told that the semen was so dense with sperm that their donations would be kept separate and would probably be most useful for couples having difficulties getting pregnant, in addition to general fertilization. The clinic also told Andy that they would inform the future parents about the gene and what to expect as their children grew and matured. Andy was satisfied and happily told the others that there would be a new generation of people carrying their genes. The guys continued making regular sperm donations whenever the clinic was running low on their semen. Their donations were less frequent than other donors due to the sheer quantity of each donation. All of them were well paid by the clinic.

The Colony

About ten months later the first children were born. Over the years, more and more children were born carrying the gene, eventually creating a small colony of DNA enhanced residents. Clothing manufacturers noticed that the area ordered more and more custom underwear and athletic clothing and began supplying stores in the area with those products. Sex education classes in schools had to be modified to include topics for enhanced children, both male and female. When the children began joining the military, the military sent a research team to the area to find out what had triggered this colony of enhanced young men. They never figured out what had happened and just attributed it to a genetic variant. The colony thrived and after a number of generations, the enhancements were considered normal. The genetic footprint moved with families as they moved into other areas of the country, evenly distributing the enhancement across the country. No one ever found “patient zero” or how the genetic variant got its start.

Life was good.

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HAVING A LAUGH

by Robert Furlong

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It started out with the two of us having a laugh. I showed Reece some photos on my phone of our mates doing stupid shit with their cocks out and he said we should go one better and pretend like we were doing gay stuff.

So that’s how it started and it seemed really funny at the time. Grabbing each other’s wangers in the first few shots and then making it look like we were sucking each other off. After we’d creased up laughing at all those, he said I should stand behind him and act like I was knobbing his arse.

That turned out to be priceless.

He had the back of his trousers and keks pulled down and was bending forwards with my rod pushed into his butt-cheeks.

If you’d seen it, I swear you’d have pissed yourself laughing.

“Trouble is though, Jordan, your dick’s too limp,” Reece had said. “You need to get it bigger to make it look more real.”

So I’d had to wazz off a bit before we’d taken the next photo to get my knob a bit harder and it had seemed kind of weird to be rubbing my prick in front of a mate. But Reece had just made some joke like, “I knew you was a wanker,” or something, and I’d pretended I thought it was funny while I was stood there feeling like a total retard, my fist slapping up and down on my pecker and my bollocks jiggling around.

When I had a semi that was big enough, he turned around and bent forwards a bit.

“Shove it between my cheeks this time. It’s gotta be believable.”

I pulled the skin of my cock right back so I could slide the red part into his butt-crack and I was surprised at how nice it felt once it was in there.

I know that sounds gay, but it did.

I mean, his arse crack was hairy which felt kind of nasty at first, but his cheeks were warm and sort of gripped my helmet, so my dick grew a bit bigger just from where I was pushing it.

“Lower down, you dumb-head!” he called out.

“What d’ya mean, lower down?”

“You’ve got to push it in lower down, Jordan. Where my hole is.”

“I’m not pushing it down there, you div.”

I’d noticed he had a few skid-marks on his undies. I didn’t want my knob-end anywhere near those had come from.

“Come on, it isn’t gonna look like your bodging me if your todger isn’t in the right place.”

I moved it a bit lower, hoping not to go too close to his pooper, and again I was surprised at how good it felt. Now it wasn’t just warm and tight, it was a bit slippery too. I felt my cock getting harder at the feel of where it was and he laughed and pushed back against me: “Yeah, that’s it, push it right in!”

I snapped a few photos of us stood like that, the two of us grinning like total planks with my prick pushed into his arse-crack. We fell about when we saw them – Jeez, it looked like we were a right pair of bum-boys – but then Reece said we shouldn’t be smiling in the photos, but should look like we were gasping and about to cum.

“And you need to push your cock into me further,” he went on. “You can see your bell-end in that shot – it’s obvious you’re nowhere near actually bumming me.”

“It’s only supposed to be joke, Reece.”

“Yeah, but to be funny it’s gotta be convincing,” he insisted. “It can’t be obvious we’re just messing about.”

He squatted further forwards and shoved his arse back towards me.

“Go on, push it further in, Jordan. So you can’t see your jeb-end.”

“I’m not gonna shove my dick inside your butt-hole, Reece,” I said. “It’ll be fucking well shitty!”

“Come on, mate, it’s not like I’m asking you to get proper gay with me,” he chuckled, “Just another half inch should do it!”

I did as he wanted me to but by now my rod was getting pretty stiff and when he pushed back against me I could swear the end of it slid inside his hole. It felt hot and really wet and I could feel his brown ring squeezing around my red-end.

I could smell it too: smell his slimy arse as it opened up to take my cock. Not a shitty smell, well not really; just kind of raunchy like a pair of boxers get when you’ve worn them for a few days and the back of them’s gone a bit skanky.

I took a few more photos and we pretended like we were in sexual ecstasy or some shit. Making faces like the two of us were horny for each other, both of us well into it and ready to spunk off at any second. And all the time he kept pushing back against me, so that the hot wetness around my bell-end was slowly working down more and more of my shaft.

At one point I said, “You do know I’m bodging you for real, Reece, don’t you?”

But he got really pissed off and shouted, “Fuck off, Jordan! Like hell you are! I mean, fucking hell, are either of us queer or something?”

“Of course we’re not!” I tried to laugh.

“Well, we can’t be proper bodging then, can we? Only queer fellas do that kind of stuff for real. Jesus, I thought everyone knew that!”

I wasn’t sure I followed his logic but if he was okay about having my beef-pole up his butt, it felt nice enough from my side that I wasn’t going to complain.

When I looked at the next set of photos I couldn’t stop laughing: we really did look like biggest pair of butt-munchers you could imagine. But then I noticed Reece had a great big fuck-off hard-on and that while he was pushing back against me, making that dumb-ass face of his, his knob was standing upwards with its skin pulled right back.

“You’ve stalked right up, you fucktard!” I told him. “Jeez, mate, look at the size of your prick – you look as if you’re built like a fucking donkey!”

Reece grabbed the phone off me and looked at the photo. He chuckled at how turned-on his great big donger looked and said, “Well it’s only convincing if I’m running a boner!”

“It’s deliberate, you mean?” I asked, still standing there behind him with my own smaller stiffy slowly being nibbled by his hot, wet hole.

“There’s no point me doing all this ‘ooh-aah, I’m cumming’ stuff if my cock’s just dangling there looking about two inches long.”

I laughed, “Oh yeah.” It was pretty obvious really.

We took a few more photos of the two of us acting like we were gaying it right up, him pushing his arse out and me grabbing him by the shoulders. By now the top half of my dick was plugged deep inside his hole and I knew full well when we kept laughing about how we were ‘pretending’ I was butt-fucking him, it was pretty much bullshit; what we were doing was the genuine article.

Our mates would find the photos hilarious, that much was given, but for me the funniest part of it would be that, while they were giggling away at how stupid we looked pretending like we were bumming, they’d actually be looking at me with my knob up Reece’s arse for real.

But he didn’t seem that bothered that he had a good few inches of my wanger inside him. As long as neither of us were gay, a bit of bum fun was okay for him; as long as it was just the two of us having a laugh, it didn’t really count.

I pulled out of him in a hurry when we heard his mam come home from work and we quickly yanked our pants and trousers back up, giggling like we were a couple of naughty kids. I told Reece I’d sort the photos out before the weekend and he laughed that one of our mates Callum, who everyone says sucked a fella off behind a bus shelter, would probably get a full-on boner when he saw them.

That same night when I was lying there wanking off in bed, I wondered what the skanky smell was that was growing really strong. I put my face under my sheets and instead of smelling my usual cheesy cock smell, the whole of my bed stunk like Reece’s arse. It was under my foreskin as I was jerking it back and forth, my big purple helmet stinking like I still had it up him.

The crazy part was, though, instead of being grossed out, the smell made my cock swell massive in my hand. I was like, “Fucking hell! This is well hot!” and I started whacking my fist fast and hard like I do when I haven’t tossed off for a few days.

It was as if I was shagging my mate’s arse while I jacked myself off: his smell was so strong I could really imagine that I was fucking his butthole right there and then. I loved the dirty stink of it wafting from my bell-end: this was proper raunchy sex; what it would be like for the two of us lads to be rutting together with my cock up his shitter; gasping and panting, sweaty and hot.

I shot the biggest wad I’d blown for ages. I even hit my face and got some of it on my lips. It was like I was sixteen again I was that horny.

The next night after that when I wanked off wasn’t half as good even though I hadn’t washed my dick, so I came up with an idea of how I could get the smell of his arse on my helmet again.

I said, “Those photos didn’t turn out that good in the end. It was way too obvious we were just messing about.”

I’d thought Reece would say I should Photoshop them; I’m always cutting pictures together, making stupid mash-ups to go on Twitter.

But he didn’t. He went in straight for the bait.

“Do you want to do it again?” he asked.

“I suppose we could,” I answered, surprised at how keen he sounded and trying to make it seem like I hadn’t really thought it through. “Only… you know… if we do, we shouldn’t pull all those stupid faces. We should just pretend like I’m porking you, all serious and full-on.”

“I could do you this time,” he offered. “I could wedge my dick between your butt-cheeks.”

“I didn’t mean swapping places,” I said in a hurry. “I just meant like we did last time, only with less titsing about.”

“Go on, Jordan, it’ll be way funnier to do it both ways,” he insisted. “We’ll do it your way first, and then you have a try of bending over. It’s only fair, mate.”

I wasn’t too sure but I really wanted to smell his butt stink that night when I jerked off so I said okay.

“Your go first, then,” he’d grinned and turned around to pull down the back of his trousers and pants and show me his bare arse.

This time there was no need for me to wazz off in front of him to make myself hard. This time just the sight of his butt-cheeks, and the thought of that horny-as-fuck smell that I knew was between them, had my todger throbbing even before I’d unzipped myself.

“You’re well up for this, Jordan,” Reece laughed when he saw my donger at full mast.

“I just want it to be more convincing this time, mate.”

He chuckled, “Yeah, me too!” and flashed me his own prick which was also rock hard and looked even bigger than I remembered.

He bent over for me and opened his legs as wide as he could with his trousers around his knees. He was wearing different coloured pants but they had skid marks on them the same as last time. That made me smile: this would be nice and smelly; just what I was after.

I shuffled up behind him and nuzzled my dick between his cheeks. He didn’t have to tell me where to put it: I found his bullseye with one quick lunge.

“Oh fuck!” he called out and grabbed his own wood, tugging it a few times while I eased myself into that hot, slimy hole of his.

“D’you actually like this?” I asked, not really believing that a guy could enjoy having his arse bodged.

He turned to me with a look of annoyance. “Of course I fucking don’t! It’s not like I’m gay, you dipshit! I just need to keep my dick hard – make it look more real for when we start taking photos.”

“Oh right,” I said back.

Jeez, I could be such a nonce sometimes. As if he’d enjoy having my prick shoved up him.

As I reached for my phone and held it out to the side of us, his hand kept working hard to keep his boner and I felt his arse open up a bit further. My own knob slid a few more inches into him, kind of like fucking a girl but with his tunnel much hotter and the sides more sticky.

He didn’t seem to notice that I’d just worked half my dick into his butt and I felt his ring squeeze tight behind it, holding my shaft firm.

“I can feel your balls against the tops of my thighs,” he said, in a totally matter-of-fact way. Like it was the most ordinary thing for one guy to say to another.

I took a couple of photos and then checked them out. They looked totally hilarious: him wazzing that massive donger of his, with my cock stuffed halfway up his arse and my knackers pressing into the backs of his legs. This time we looked like we were proper into it: our faces made it seem like we were doing it for real.

I had good laugh and then showed them to him.

He laughed too: “Oh fuck, Jordan! You can see your prick up my fucking poop chute! We look like a right pair of nancies!”

I grabbed the phone back and looked at the shots again. I didn’t think we looked like nancies at all: we didn’t look girlie or camp or any shit like that. We looked like a couple of horny-as-fuck lads seeing what bumming felt like which was, if we were being honest about it, pretty much what we were.

I switched the phone back to camera and he turned to look over his shoulder at me.

He said, with a smirk, “Shove your knob right in so can get a shot of your pubes against my arse-cheeks!”

I couldn’t help but grin back down at him as I pushed my cock further into his hole. He gasped and worked his arse against me, his hairy butt-cheeks swallowing the rest of my cock right up to the hilt.

I took a couple of photos of us joined together like that and then chuckled as I looked at them.

I said, “I dunno if we can show the guys this.”

He grabbed the phone off me and laughed at us stood there, my full seven inches plugged right up his butt and my fat, hairy bollocks pressing into the backs of his thighs.

“Why the fuck not? This is fucking legend, mate!”

“It’s one thing pretending we’re bumming, Reece. But this is like proper gay stuff!”

He turned to me looking arsed off. “Aw, don’t start all that bullshit again, Jordan!”

“How’s it not gay for me to have my cock shoved all the way up your arse?”

“Stop with the fucking gay shit! Lads mess around like this all the time. It’s called having a laugh… banter…”

“You reckon?”

“I know it, mate! I mean, how can it be gay for us do stuff like this if we’re not gay ourselves? How would that work then?”

“So it’s only gay sex when it’s gay guys doing it?” I asked him.

“That’s the whole fucking point, you dick-splash!” he laughed. “That’s why everyone’ll think it’s so funny!”

After I’d taken a couple of photos underneath us, of our two pairs of bollocks with only one massive knob – his – out in front, he suggested I should video the two of us. That would have our mates laughing themselves shitless, he said, seeing a clip of the two of us going at it like a couple of boned-up butt-pirates.

I fiddled with my phone while he kept jerking himself off, aware that his arse was squeezing at my shaft in time with his hand. Once I’d got the thing working, I propped it up against an old pizza box that he had lying around, the little red light flashing as it filmed what we were up to.

“How d’ya wanna do this, then?” I asked him, grabbing him by the shoulders.

“Just move against me like you’re fucking a girl,” he said, “and we’ll both make on like we’re really loving it!”

I laughed. “Okay. But not too full-on,” I reminded him. “Not like last time.”

I pulled my dick out a bit, like you do when you’re starting to fuck, and the smell from his arse hit me full on.

“Oh Jesus,” I muttered to him, working up a slow rhythm. “It fucking stinks doing this!”

“My bum?” he asked, sounding a bit freaked out.

“Yeah,” I grunted, still moving in and out and looking down at my rod. “And what’s on my knob.”

“Sorry, mate,” he laughed and then added kind of sheepishly, “maybe I didn’t wipe that well.”

“You don’t have to be sorry,” I told him, steadily increasing my pace. “It’s fucking well class! Makes it… you know… different from shagging a girl!”

He sniffed the air a few times, his hand getting faster on his cock. “Cor, I see what you mean, Jordan! It stinks proper horny!”

“This must be what it smells like when gay fellas go at it!”

He laughed and really started yanking at his meat. “Aw yeah! It’s like well nasty! It’s made my dick as hard as fuck!”

He turned back to look up at me and we smirked at each other.

He whispered, still bashing away at his knob, “We’re just acting up for the camera, yeah?”

I laughed back at him. “Course we are, mate! Gotta give the lads a good show!”

Reece chuckled, “Yeah, this is gonna be an absolute fucking belter!”

I grabbed him by the hips and fucked him properly. Just like I would screw a girl if I was doing her from behind. Hard and fast; taking long, smooth strokes.

Except there was no way I could tell myself this was anything like shagging a girl. The smell from Reece’s arse was always there to remind me of what we were doing and yet at the same time it was making my dick swell so hard it starting to ache. And the sight of his forearm beating away at his cock – knowing that another straight lad could get turned-on from having my knob up his butt made me feel like, ‘how fucking sexy must I be?!’

I don’t know if that makes sense.

Anyway, next thing Reece was calling out, “Oh God! Yeah! Come on, Jordan! Fuck me hard!”

And by now I couldn’t tell if he was just acting up for the camera or whether he really was loving having it up him.

I upped my rhythm: really going for it on his butt; hammering my cock in and out of him so fast that my hips were slapping loudly against his cheeks.

This was so much better than it had been in my bed; wanking off and imagining it was Reece’s arsehole sliding up and down my knob. I mean, that had been good but this was totally top shelf.

I’d had no idea that shagging another lad up his dirt-packer would be anything like this. I remember thinking this must be why blokes in prison get a taste for it and want to keep on doing it with other fellas, even when they’re back out and have their wives there for them. It was as hot as fuck and I was going to make sure that there was no way it was going to be just a one-off for me too.

But then you know what? Reece went and pulled away from me so that my cock slid out of him with a wet, sloppy fart.

Before I could have a go at him, he turned with that massive hard-on of his pointing up at me and said, “Come on, Jordan, turn round! I want to do you… like we agreed…”

“Do me?” I asked, looking down at how nasty my dick looked from being up his butt.

“Yeah, now it’s my turn to pretend to bum you,” he said. “I might even pretend to spunk off in your arse.”

“Okay,” I nodded, not feeling too keen on it but well aware that I’d agreed. “But I get to pretend to spunk off in yours straight after.”

He said that I could and we quickly changed positions. Now I had to show him my bare backside and I was thankful that the back of my keks was in a better state than his.

Almost before I’d pulled my trousers down, he had his cock jabbing between my butt-cheeks. His dick was loads wetter than mine: his pisser was dribbling precum like a dodgy tap. The fat head felt slimy as he pushed it into my crack and he laughed at hairy I was back there just like I’d noticed about him.

I bent further over for him, reaching back to open my butt-cheeks for him. I felt like a total bum-boy doing that with another lad but as he’d said, I’d agreed he could have a turn.

“Not too rough, mate,” I warned him when I felt his knob-end hot against my hole.

“Just relax, Jordan, and remember to make a show for the camera like I did.”

I glanced over at the flashing red light on it, wondering how I’d look doing this. How would the guys in the pub react when they saw me bending over for Reece, shoving my sweaty, hairy arse-crack against another guy’s dick? Would they laugh, like Reece said they would, or would they say we’d taken the joke too far and done stuff with each other that was way out of line?

Reece grabbed me by the hips and told me he was going to start working his cock into me.

“Call out stuff and wank your dick off like you’re loving it,” he said. “Just like I did.”

“I’m not even slightly hard, mate,” I told him. “My knob’s died and gone to heaven.”

It had gone soft as soon pretty much as I’d pulled the back of my pants down. Offering my fudge tunnel to another lad’s shiny bell-end isn’t something I find that sexy, funnily enough.

He didn’t seem to care. “Well, just think nice thoughts and pretend you’re enjoying it. Try to make it look as convincing as you can. It’ll be funnier that way.”

He pushed his knob against my hole and even though it was so big, its slipperiness made it slide in a bit. Like he’d done with me, I tried to relax my bum enough to take it and every time it thrust between my butt-cheeks, it squeezed a bit further up my chute.

It felt enormous inside me and I had to pretend like I was taking a dump to make my arse open wide enough to take the thing up me.

“Aah, that feels well tight… even better than a minge,” he muttered as it went in another half inch. And again I wasn’t sure if he was just acting for the camera or if he meant it.

He started fucking me slowly like he probably did with girls, his cock slowly working further into my bumhole every time he bucked his hips towards me.

“I see what you mean about the smell, Jordan,” he said. “It really fucking stinks once you get started.”

I sniffed the air and could smell it myself: the whiff of my own arse, quite different from his. His was a bit like dirty, sweaty underwear; mine was much meatier, more crude and pungent.

It would never have occurred to me that him shoving it up me would smell different from me doing it to him, but now that it had I found I quite liked it. I could feel my cock growing between my legs as I sniffed more and more that distinctive odour of my own butt being fucked.

He grabbed me by the shoulders and started pumping his knob faster. I could tell that, just as I had, he liked the stink of another lad’s arse being buggered.

“Jesus Christ, that smell!” he gasped, inhaling it deeply. “It’s so fucking hot!”

He made a really strong lunge and got the whole shaft of his fat cock all the way up inside me. His hairy nuts were tickling my arse-cheeks, slapping against them every time he thrust back and forth.

“And this is with us just pretending, Jordan! Imagine how rough it would stink if we were doing it for real!”

I smiled towards his carpet, feeling my own dick growing steadily harder. Did he really think it would be that different if we were doing it as two gay guys?

He grabbed me by the hips again and started butt-fucking me fast and hard, standing behind me whacking his hips against mine.

“I need to wank off, mate,” I told him urgently. Being bent over like I was, I couldn’t do it like I wanted to.

“Yeah, say more stuff like that, Jordan!” he whispered. “Act it up for the camera!”

“I’m not acting up!” I grunted. “My cock’s gone proper hard again!”

I don’t know why, but being bent over like that and feeling another fella’s massive schlong ramming in and out of my bum had really got me really horny. My cock was feeling full-on boned, straining and pulsating with the veins sticking up in knots the way that girls say creeps them out.

Reece pulled me up so that my back was against his chest and reached down and started beating at my shaft while his own rammed in and out of me.

I grunted my thanks: Jeez, having him wank me off felt so fucking good!

I could suddenly smell Reece’s own distinct butt stink really strongly again; it took me a few seconds to work out why. It was on my dick as he was jerking my foreskin up and down; smeared over my cock head and streaked down the shaft.

His whole room must stink of our arses: his on my cock as he tossed me off; mine being ploughed roughly by his.

He turned to the camera and said, half-laughing half-panting, “Come on, Jordan, let’s really put on a fucking show! Make the guys think we’re a couple of honest-to-god bum-drillers!”

We both turned to face it, grinning at the flashing red light. I pushed my arse backwards, so that they’d see Reece’s cock pumping away between my cheeks, and then thrust my hips forwards so that they’d see my big veiny cock being wanked off and the mess on Reece’s hand would tell them where it had been.

I laughed at the sight we’d make and how hot it would be to have all these other blokes gathered round watching me getting shagged up my brown ring. The funniest part was that I really liked it. Who’d have thought I’d enjoy having another fella up me?!

But then my laughter died away as my bollocks gave their five second warning.

“I’m gonna fucking cum, Reece! Jeez, I’m gonna shoot!”

He kept pounding my cock, chuckling and grunting, as I found myself whimpering through one of the strongest nut-offs I’ve ever felt. I’d heard guys say it’s good to spunk up with something stuffed up your shitbox, but I’d never tried it and had no idea it would feel so good.

He kept banging away at my arse with my cum squirting over my chest and his hand. And then I felt a burning hot feeling inside my guts and I kind of dimly figured he was also blowing his wad.

After he’d pulled out of me with a fart even sloppier than his and we were standing with our stinking, slimy cocks starting to droop down, he grabbed the camera and we looked at the video.

He laughed at the part where he was working his dick up my butt and said, “They’re gonna totally think this is the real deal, Jordan! We’re gonna have them over a barrel – hook, line and sinker!”

“And you’re absolutely sure they’re not gonna think it is the real deal, mate?” I asked.

He looked at me like I’d insulted him.

I went on, “I mean, won’t they say we were actually butt-fucking each other? Isn’t that what we were doing?”

“Fuck me, Jordan! Of course they fucking won’t! Don’t go saying shit like that!”

“But our dicks were up each other’s arses, mate. We both spunked off.”

“Oh, come on, you knob-head. I keep telling you, it doesn’t mean diddly fuck ’cause we’re not gay!”

“Is that how it works then?”

“Of course it does! This was a just a joke. The guys’ll be rolling on the floor when they see the two of us doing this shit. I can guarantee it.”

I wondered if that was true; whether our friends really would see it like Reece did. Maybe they would. Maybe I was the only one who was making more of this than I should.

Still, the thought of showing them the video suddenly seemed like a stupid thing to do. Reece might think it was only the two of us having a laugh, but I could see the rest of our mates thinking we’d taken the joke way too far. I didn’t think they’d find it funny; I thought they’d be like, “What the fuck?!”

I grabbed the phone off him and was about to delete the video when he said, “Tell you what, Jordan. Get it on your PC and cut it down to like five or ten seconds or something. And make it darker so they can’t see that much detail. Just a few seconds of grainy footage – enough to get them interested and wanting to figure out what we was up to. You can do that can’t you?”

I smiled. That wasn’t a bad idea. I knew enough about Movie Maker to take out all the dodgy stuff and strip the audio off it altogether. Leave just enough to get them guessing. Have them pausing it and trying to figure out what the fuck we’d really been up to.

Except that when Reece showed the lads the video in the pub that weekend, I realised that what had looked dim and blurred on my monitor at home looked like it had been floodlit from all sides when it was playing his phone.

Must have been the fucking codec or some such shit. Never could understand that kind of stuff.

Our mates gathered round, stunned at what they were seeing.

Oh Jeez, even from where I was sitting I could see Reece’s fat cock slamming in and of my arse.

When the clip finished playing, our mate Dan spoke up first. His face looked shocked and he looked straight at me.

“Fucking hell, Jordan. I had no idea…”

“Look, I… er… we were just… you know… messing around…”

Dan ignored me. “I mean, I knew you were good at editing movies and shit, but fuck me – this is the nuts. It’s like totally convincing.”

Reece grinned. “Yeah – even had me fooled.”

Tomo said, “How d’ya do it, then? Stick you guys’ heads on a gay porno or something?”

Flanners laughed over from the next table. “Oh yeah, I saw someone do that with ‘Silence of the Lambs’ during the World Cup. Stuck Louis Suarez’ head on Hannibal Lecter’s body!”

The other guys watched the film again, pointing out the bits where they thought our heads didn’t quite match up with the bodies and Tomo laughed that there was no way Reece’s cock was as big as the guy in the movie.

While they were pausing it over and over, trying to spot a glitch, Callum – who’s usually the quiet one of our group – leaned over to me and said, “That’s some pretty impressive editing, Jordan. What did you use, Photoshop?”

I agreed without thinking but then wished I hadn’t. Something about the way he stared at me told me he knew you couldn’t use Photoshop on videos.

Later on, as the phone was being passed about and the video shared between guys we didn’t even know, Callum muttered to me and Reece: “You guys really need to make another movie like that, but next time you should take it a step further. Do some stuff that’s even more hardcore and really get everyone talking.”

“How do you get more hardcore than pretending like he was bodging my arse?” I chuckled.

“Maybe do a gay threesome,” he smirked. “I could help you guys out, if you want to give it a go.”

Reece nodded wide-eyed and you could tell he was well up for it.

Callum went on, more quietly, “We could film us pretending like we were shagging, three fellas in a row. Or you two could be going at it, the same cock and bum stuff, and I could be out front pretending to suck the front one off. Or even behind licking the back one’s arse. You reckon you could edit all that into a movie? Using… what was it again? Photoshop…?”

I smiled at him, admiring his style. “I reckon I could, yeah.”

He grinned more broadly at us both. “Should we do it tomorrow, maybe? Just, you know, the three of us having a laugh…?”

Reece and I nodded back at him like kids being offered sweets.

“Fuck yeah!” we said together.

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(note: Just saw Guardians of the Galaxy — Josh looks a lot like the lead actor Chriss Pratt)

In that short span of time I also experienced so many things that I had fantasized about but never had the courage to actually try to make happen.

Still standing in the shower, Josh grabbed the sides of my face with his hands and pulled our lips together. Unlike, the light, relatively gentle and certainly soft kisses I was used to with women, this kiss was rough. Josh’s tongue was hard as it probed my mouth and he sucked my tongue like he was sucking on a straw. I loved the intensity and I loved the feel of his bearded skin against mine. I responded to his kiss with equal intensity and we stood there making out like teenagers until he broke away and said, “let’s clean each other up.” My cock was so stiff at that point, calling it simply an erection would have been an insult.

Josh grabbed the soap and asked me to spread my legs and put my hands in the air (kind of like I was being frisked). He soaped up my arms, scrubbing my pits squeaky clean then he moved to my penis and “undercarriage,” soaping, scrubbing and massaging my shaft, pubes, balls and taint. He then turned me around so my ass was facing him. As he soaped up my glutes he said “I need to spend a little more time here to be sure it’s extra clean. No person had ever spent much time back there (including myself) and the only time some one or thing had touched or entered my anus was my annual physical, and that was not particularly pleasant. Now very slippery, Josh massaged my ass cheeks and work his way up and down my crack. He picked up where he left off in the front scrubbing my taint up past my hole and to he top of my crack. Next he squatted down making himself eye level with my ass and began digging deeper in my crack. Very gently he circled my anus with 2 fingers, with alternating pressure. The feeling was making me out of my mind and the sensation, which I also felt in my cock, was making me melt. Josh then slowly began inserting the tip of his soapy finger in and out of my asshole, going slightly deeper with each stroke. It was pleasurable but not more than when he was circling the outside of my anus. Gradually, he got his finger in (I think it was his fuck you finger) and the minute it started touching my prostate I started to quiver and vibrate. All I can say is that it was a sensation I’d never felt before and I did not want it to stop. Josh said “I see that I need to slow down a bit. Good news is that you are now squeaky clean.”

Next it was my turn and I pretty much performed that same body cleanse that Josh did. I scrubbed the dense hair under his pits, after which I gave them a nice deep whiff. I washed his nips then went down to his cock. While my erection stuck straight out at a 90 degree angle, Josh’s curved up toward his belly button and fully exposing his ball sack. Like mine, his cock was super hard. It was not long (I don’t think the tip extends much past the top of his pubes, but it is really thick.) The head was stretched so you could not tell that he was uncircumsized. I “shampooed” his pubes like I would my hair, stretched out the skin around his balls to clean the folds and got my hand under to clean the taint. It’s so awesome having a guys genitals in your hands and watching his face in ecstasy. I felt so lucky that Josh seemed to be the “real deal.” Turning to his backside, I stopped for a minute to admire his perfect, round, hairless ass. His ass alone could provide me with a lifetime of masturbation material. I ran the side of my soapy hand up and down his crack, which unlike his ass cheeks, was hairy. While I thoroughly scrubbed his asshole, I did not circle and penetrate it like he did.

We both rinsed off, stepped out of the shower and dried ourselves off. Josh led me to his living room where asked while we were walking “what’s going through your mind right now?” I told him “I’m so unbelievably sexually charged right now, that he had made me hornier than I’d ever been in my life and that I felt totally connected to him.” I also said that I can’t imagine what it would be like for my “first time” to be an impersonal, blow & go experience like I had imagined it would eventually be. Josh responded by saying he too found this incredibly exciting and felt a bond and deep desire that he has felt with few other guys. He also said he liked this slow pace and was kind of getting off mentoring me. I told him “that this experience was beyond my wildest dreams and had no hesitation for what’s next.” With that he said “OK, sit down on the sofa on top of your towel and I’m going to give you a proper blow job. I did as I was told and Josh kneeled down in front of me, placed his hands gently on my thighs, lowering his mouth on the tip of my cock. he swirled his tongue around the tip several times and then started to slowly move up and down my penis. Not too long after he started, Josh had my cock all the way in his mouth with his nose hitting my pubes. I could feel the tip of my dick on his soft palate which could easily have made me come if I were not trying so hard not to. He could tell I was pretty close so he got up, tweaked my nipples and asked if I was ready to try. Of course I said “yes” and we quickly switched places. Josh reminded me of one of my coaches in high school, but instead of how to throw a pitch, he instructed me on how to approach his dick, what to do with my hands, how to breathe, how to watch out for the teeth etc. It was cute and really, really hot. Again, following his lead, I swirled the tip with my tongue. He suggested I work up a big glob of saliva and spit on his cock to make it easier to take it inside my mouth. I did, and slowly inched my lips down to its base and pubes. My mouth certainly felt full, but fortunately I never felt like I was going to choke. Josh coached me on going up and down and alternating my lips with my hands. I had no plans to stop until Josh said “next lesson” and asked that we switch places again.

I sat on the edge of the sofa again, but this time Josh asked me to roll so my head and back were on the sofa cushion and ass and cock were up in the air. “Time to dine, my friend” as he suggested I tuck my arms behind my knees. Josh spread my cheeks and went to town. He licked around the outside of my anus which made me get real vocal. I started moaning uncontrollably the feeling was so good. He did that then worked up to my balls, rolling each one in his mouth a bit before going back to my hole (which felt much better to me than getting my balls sucked). Without warning, he literally fucked my hole with his tongue. He got it real stiff and plunged it as deep as it would go in my hole, alternating with the lighter licks around the circle. “Exquisite” describes it best. I was so horned up, I could have come if Josh had simply breathed heavy on my cock at that point. Josh could tell and asked if I was ready to come. I gasped “yes.” He spit in his hand, grabbed my dick and put his tongue back in my hole. I could feel the orgasm start to rumble in my ass, then slowly to my balls and then the eruption out my cock. Seven long spurts that seemed to come from nowhere with a volume my 48 year old dick had never produced. Josh stroked me the whole way through and it took a while for my body to settle down. Josh brought his come covered hand to his mouth for a taste, then he offered his index finger to me which I orally raped until it was cum-free. Josh took my cock in his mouth and proceeded to clean it too with his mouth. It was sore and sensitive, but his mouth was like a warm blanket.

We laid naked and sticky on the sofa while I recovered. Josh started to asked me to tell him more about what I fantasized about and how I kept myself sexually sane

for so long. I asked him about his first time and he said it was nothing like this but it made him realize what a first time should be like. I told him his approach could not have been more right for me.

After about 45 minutes, I said “Josh, you need to get off, now.” He said “I thought you’d never ask” and assumed the same position I had been in. He instructed me how to use my tongue but I said I need to start at his incredible nipples and work my way down. I crawled up his body and started to gently circle his right nipple with my tongue and biting the tips with my lips while my hand lightly tugged and twisted the other nipple. I want back and forth about half a dozen times all while Josh was squirming, commenting that “he’d created a monster.” I licked down to his navel and then down to his pubes, where I buried my nose in the thick forest. I played with his cock and foreskin with my hand and my tongue went down to his ass. Other than porn vids, I’d never seen “beyond the cheeks” before. Josh’s hole was furry, pretty tight and much smaller than I had imagined. I could not decide whether to play with his uncut cock or his ass, so I went back and forth to both. I was attacking his hole with my tongue not nearly as gently as he did, but his ass was literally writhing back and forth. Sounds came out of him (guttural moans) that I had not heard from him before (although it was close to the sound he made doing clean and jerks at the gym). I decided to stick with his ass and use my hand to stroke his cock. I did this for about 4-5 minutes until he started to say he was about to come. He was not nearly as dramatic as I was when he ejaculated. He seemed to come in several, gentle rolling waves that lasted a total of about a minute. His thick cum oozed all over my hand and formed a big puddle on his belly. I worked my mouth back up to his dick, sucking him clean and experimenting with putting my tongue between his glans and foreskin. It was so hot and smooth. I was so excited and so exhausted at the same time. We were both completely spent.

I looked at Josh and said and incredibly sincere “thank you.” He looked back at me, chuckled and said “you are so gay,” but you are still a virgin.

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It was a Friday night in late April and I was just coming home from a 3 day business

trip in Providence, Rhode Island. As I was pulling into the parking complex at my

condo I got a text from Gabi: “At Illusions dancing with friends. Come join us”.

Gabi and I had just started dating about 6 weeks earlier after we met jogging in the

park. She was always active and lot fun to be around. I was really enjoying getting

to know her and was looking forward to meeting some of her friends.

When I got to Illusions the place was already crowded. I walked around a bit and

then I found Gabi on the dance floor with three of her friends. They weren’t the only

group of girls on the dance floor but these beauties were certainly drawing

attention. Gabi was about 5’7″ tall with long brownish, reddish hair to the middle of her back with a body that was very tone from her active lifestyle. She wasn’t the

type of girl to dress like a tramp but she was wearing a white mini skirt that showed off those long, sexy legs.

Gabi turned around and those blue eyes open wide with excitement when she saw me and she gave me a big hug & kiss hello. She then introduced me to Lexi and Fay.

The third friend, Sara, I had met a few times before. Sara gave me a high five and then interlocked our fingers as she greeted me with a little dance. It was a very innocent greeting but — it was hot! All four girls were about the same height and were all very beautiful. Sara was just on a different level of beauty. Sara was hot.

She was the type of girl where other girls would stop and comment about her. She also had a flirty streak in her that drove men crazy. I can’t lie, her little greeting gave me warm feeling inside.

I was having a great time with Gabi and her friends that night. A little later on Lexi’s boyfriend had joined us. Sara and Fay had no trouble attracting company of their own. We all enjoyed being with someone while at the same time talking and dancing with the rest of the group.

The dance beat was thumping the lights were spinning and the club was hopping as the dj was playing his music. There was definitely a charge in the air that night I think the whole club was feeling. At one point, I was heading back from the men’s room and stopped to at the bar to grab some more drinks for Gabi and myself.

While I was waiting at the bar the spot next to me opened up after the people got drinks and walked away. This guy moved in to wait to order his drink when we started talking. He said he saw me on the dance floor with group of girls. We talked as we were waiting for the drinks. The music was loud enough I didn’t hear all of what he was saying but I did hear, “very hot”. Assuming he was talking about Gabi and her friends, and why wouldn’t I, I said; “yeah, they are. Those two are single and available,” I said as I was pointing to Fay and Sara. He gave a sly chuckle out the corner of his mouth and said, “I wasn’t talking about them.” It took a second for it to sink in but after catching the look in his eye I realized he was talking about me. He then asked, “are you available?” I just stood there with a shocked look on my face not knowing how to answer. It was a bit awkward and I think he realized it and by now the bartender had returned with my drinks. He didn’t wait for my response. He turned to the bar, wrote his number down on a napkin and then turned back to me and said, “My name is Cole. Here’s my number, just in case you ever become available.” He smiled and then walked away.

I remained at the bar for a moment trying to process what just happened. I had never been approached by man before who was trying to pick me up. The moment was a little surreal. At the same time, it was also bit flattering. A total stranger was checking me out. He knew I was with girl and still had the balls to approach me and try to pick me up. It wasn’t a private moment, it was right there in public. It wasn’t blatant but it was direct. It had never happened to me before and the strange thing was I got the same warm feeling from it as I did earlier when I was greeted by Sara.

Cole had definitely gotten my attention and I was a little turned on.

I took my drinks and went back over to Gabi and her friends. I didn’t realize it but she saw me talking to Cole from across the dance floor. Kind of confused Gabi asked if that guy was hitting on me but I just brushed it off as if he was asking about her friends. She was a little bewildered by it but ultimately satisfied that the answer made more sense and we went back to dancing with the rest of the group.

A little after 11 o’clock Gabi and I said goodbye to her friends and went back to my place. I had a great time dancing at the club with Gabi and her friends but I was looking forward to being alone with her. I opened a bottle of wine and we sat down on the couch to catch up after my business trip. We didn’t catch up long before we started kissing. Gabi was such a beautiful girl and had such soft lips it was hard not to keep my hands off of her. I reached up to brush her hair away from her eyes as I kissed her. I gently leaned her back and she swung those sexy legs up so that she was lying down on the couch and I was on top of her. Still kissing her soft lips I was reaching up under he mini skirt to make my way to removing her panties. Gabi unbuttoned my shirt and her hands were trailing down my stomach to start undoing my pants.

Things in my place were heating up. There was not a lot of room on the couch and it’s not like the bedroom was so far away we couldn’t continued in a more accommodating place. It was just really hot the way things were progressing we both just wanted to continue on the couch. Gabi unbuttoned my pants and pulled down my fly. I sat up enough so I could remove my shirt and her fingers were sliding into my pockets to tug my pants off. That’s when the heat was suddenly turned off.

When Gabi’s fingers slide inside my pockets she felt the napkin that Cole had slipped in a few hours before. “What’s this?” she asked as she pulled it out and unfolded it.

She read it out loud, “Call me. Cole.”

“What the hell is this?” she said with grow anger in her voice. “Is this from that guy earlier at the bar? Oh my God! He was hitting on you! And you told me he was asking about my friends? What the hell is going on?”

On moment we were sharing a very hot moment on the couch to now it was full on interrogation where we were both semi clothed. Neither prepared for such a conversation nor wanting it I handled it all so poorly. I’m not sure I could have handled it any better no matter how much preparation I had.

Gabi was so mad and growing angrier at the lack of information I was offering her. She had so many questions and asking in rapid succession she could barely process the situation. Why was a guy hitting on me? Why did I lie about it? Why did I keep his number? Am I gay? I was trying to calm her down but she was not having any of it. The more upset she got the more she focused on just two questions: Why did I lie about it and am I gay?

As much as I tried to assure her I was not gay she would then ask again, ‘why did I lie about it?’ In an effort to try to end the argument while at the same time being honest I finally offered an explanation. I told her that I did nothing to make this situation happen. I said Cole approached me out of the blue to try to pick me up and that I did not respond in any way because I was so shocked to have that happen. I didn’t say anything because I was still so shocked when you asked me about it. Gabi wanted to know why I didn’t throw the number away and I replied I was totally forgot about it. Listening to my explanation but still skeptical Gabi kept pressing with more questions. As the situation was calming down I was offering more answers to her questions and the one question that still remained for her, ‘why would a guy try to pick me up?’ I should not have answered that question.

I started to explain to Gabi Cole is the first guy to approach me in public and try to pick me up but he is not the first guy to try to pick me up. Gabi just looked at me with raised eyebrows waiting for further explanation. I told her that when I was in college I was once hit on by a guy in the library. We were in a pscyh class together and was interested in “studying” together for an exam. I said and since college there had been a few instances where I had been approached by men but never in such a public way or…and this the part that got me in trouble…by someone so good looking.

Gabi did not like that answer and it only got her upset with me, again. “Good looking? So now you’re telling me you find men attractive?” she asked. “um….”, is all that I was able to muster as an answer. Finished with asking me questions just started coming to her own conclusions. Gabi stood up yelling at me, “I can’t believe I’m dating a gay guy! Oh my God, I got get out of here! I can’t believe you’re gay!” She quickly fixed her clothing and stormed out my condo and her final comment before slamming the door was, “Don’t ever call me again, you little faggot!”

Gabi left me alone on my couch with my shirt off and pants undone and, obviously, now without a girlfriend. I never admitted to anyone before in my life about being picked up men. Although I didn’t actually confirm her suspicions she was correct.

Aside, from the guy in the college library there have been several instances since college that I have been picked up by men. I sat on the couch with my chest pounding. I can’t believe I basically admitted to someone that I had bisexual experiences in the past. I was devastated that on how bad of a reaction I received. I was also devastated on how badly I handled the situation. On how badly I made my admission. I was particularly devastated on how exposed I felt with this information getting out and not getting the right support I thought I should get. I had so many questions running through my head so quickly I could feel myself get worked up just like Gabi did earlier.

Sitting on the couch with all these thoughts about having my bi experiences becoming known I started to have one reoccurring thought. Although, Gabi’s suspicisions are correct no one I know is aware of them and she is not likely to ever meet any of them, especially now. For now, my secret is still my secret and no one ever has to know. At least not until, I figure a better way to tell someone so I get there support. I leaned my head back against the top of the couch and now stared at the ceiling. Reassured my life wasn’t about to become ruined I started to think about how turned on I was by Cole’s attempt to pick me up and I felt my dick growing through opened pants. It’s not like I have never been picked up by a man before. And…it’s not like I have been with a man sexually before. In the past, I have only responded to other men when they approached. I have never initiated any interaction with a man before. It might have been because of Gabi’s stunning rejection and my feeling exposed but there was a feeling growing stronger and stronger inside of me and I was becoming extremely turned on. Feeling emboldened, I reached for the napkin off of the coffee table and starred at Cole’s number. I paused for a second and then said out loud, “Why the hell not?” I bit my lip, grabbed my phone and dialed the number. The phone rang several times and then Cole picked up.

Cole: “Hello”

Me: “Hello, is this Cole?”

Cole: “Yes. Who is this?”

Me: “Hi Cole, this Brian. We met earlier tonight at Illusions. I’m not sure if you rembember…”

Cole: “Oh yes! I remember! What’s going on?”

Me: “Earlier you asked if I was Available?

Cole: “That’s right, but you never answered.”

Me: “No, but…”

Cole: “You were with your girlfriend.”

Me: “Yes, but…”

Cole: “I apologize if I made you feel uncomfortable before. I saw you walk by and when I smiled and you smiled back I just thought that you…”

Me “Cole!” I said interrupting him, “look, I know it’s a little late but if you want to come over, I am Available!”

Cole: “You’re Available?”

Me: “Yes, I am Available! I am Available now!”

Cole: “Hell yeah! I’ll be there in 20 minutes.”

Now my heart was pounding. I have never invited a man to come over before and now I was brimming with excitement in anticipation of Cole’s arrival. How do you prepare for a man coming over your place? I didn’t know but I had less than 20 minutes to figure it out.

…..stay tuned for part 2 for when Cole arrives at my place and the unexpected visitor who interrupted us.

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