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Holden pulled his cap down lower to keep it from blowing off as Parker drove down the highway. Parker was driving his Jeep and had the top down, doors off and stereo blasting away as they drove through the countryside. Holden had told Parker of some off-road trails near one of the creeks, trails that wound up and down washed out areas, across springs and along a rutted out trail only a high suspension and four-wheel drive could now negotiate. The land belonged to one of the paper mills and due to its rough terrain and soil type along the creek they didn’t bother to try to grow pine on it, so they allowed people to forge trails through it. There were even mountain bike trails crisscrossing the land.

Parker was eager to take his Jeep out since Holden got it fixed yesterday. After they spent the late afternoon together, having sex in the shower, on the bathroom floor and then on Parker’s bed till both were spent, they had driven up to Greenville to grab dinner and see a movie, getting back so late Parker’s parents were already home from their trip to Montgomery. Parker got Holden to come back Sunday so they could go four-wheeling and since it was late morning and most were in church they had the trails to themselves.

Most of the trails were just rutted out paths the Jeep easily maneuvered along and at the places the slopes were washed out with twelve to twenty foot deep gullies they eased the Jeep down and back up along the places the trails cut across. Down near the creek they eased through two foot of water and worked their way back up to a small clearing where a spring cut across, its bottom a fine sand, making the water crystal clear. They eased along, heading upstream, till they got to another rough section and Parker eased the Jeep along in low, the rutted trail wet and slick, allowing the four wheel drive to dig in and pull them through. On the other side of the low area there was a knoll and Holden told Parker to stop.

“The creek down below use to have a deep section where it bends around, a place you could swim” he told Parker pointing through the trees at a trail leading back toward the creek.

“Well, let’s go check it out” Parker said as he hopped out and moved toward the trail.

Both were dressed in cargo shorts, t-shirts and light hiking boots and the muddy trail caused them to move cautiously down the slope to the creek. Holden led the way and Parker watched how easily, confidently he stepped, looked at the way his light brown hair stuck out around his cap, Holden keeping it longer than most, and he most noticed Holden’s legs, sparsely covered in hair, just enough to give them a masculine look, his legs long and lean like a runners or a swimmers.

Holden came to a stop and Parker looked up to see the creek slowly flowing by, small ripples and whirlpools breaking its nearly calm surface. He moved up next to Holden and noticed how the bottom was visible for a couple of feet from the bank then it turned dark where it was too deep to see the sandy bottom. The bank was loose and cut away from the way the creek turned against the side.

“How deep is it?” Parker asked.

“It use to be about eight or nine feet but that was last year and each winter it seems to change some” Holden replied.

“Well, let’s find out” Parker said as he pulled his t-shirt over his head.

Holden watched Parker begin to work his shoes off and then he followed suit. He tossed his shirt on the ground and then he kicked off his shoes and when he undid his shorts and bent to work them off his feet he saw Parker drop his briefs and stand naked in front of him.

“You’re not going to keep your underwear on?” he asked in a low voice as if someone would over hear him.

“Fuck no, who’s around to see us?”

“Someone could come up on us at anytime.”

“Wouldn’t we hear them approach?”

“Yeah…maybe” Holden replied as he watched Parker ease into the creek where it was shallow, watched his tall lean body, the way he balanced himself with his long arms outstretched, his legs moving cautiously, testing the edge of the drop. Holden pushed his boxers down and felt the warm breeze blow over his cock and balls and something about being naked, out here in the woods, with Parker, seemed so bawdy, but so right at the same time and he eased down into the water next to Parker.

“I can’t feel the bottom” Parker stated when Holden stood next to him, as he let his eyes roam up and down Holden’s body, seeing it again, but this time it seemed different, his rough scraggly beard that was trying to come in, his hair all messed up and the small patch of hair that grew on his chest and his eyes moved back down following the thin line of hair that led from his navel down to his cock which seemed to be inflating, thickening up in its exposure.

“Only one good way to find out how deep it is” Holden said, smiling at Parker and then he jumped into the creek feet first, sinking down into the depths. When he resurfaced he swung his head around getting his hair and water out of his face. He treaded water and looked over at Parker who was dripping wet from him jumping into the creek.

“It’s pretty deep; I barely touched bottom” he said, smiling up at Parker.

Parker dove in and quickly came up by Holden and he pushed him under. They wrestled around, dunking one another, chasing each other back and forth in the creek where it was deep until they were tired and they eased up into the shallows and then helped each other back up on the bank.

Water dripped off their bodies, rivulets streaming down from their hair, down over their torsos and dripped off their cocks. Parker moved up to Holden, his crooked index finger lifted Holden’s chin and he kissed him, gently at first, then more passionately, and Holden put his hands on Parker’s hips and brought their bodies together, their cocks bumping against each other, sliding past one another, as they kissed. Holden pulled back and eased down on his knees and he took Parker’s cock, held it out and put his mouth to it letting it slide into him, slowly, inch by inch, till he had most of it. He worked his head back and forth, sucking Parker, feeling his cock enlarge all the way as it got fully erect; the shaft rigid with its protruding veins snaking over its surface.

“Suck my cock…yeah…suck me” Parker whispered as Holden worked his mouth back and forth. Parker felt his cock engulfed in Holden’s wet mouth, felt the heat surround it and he had to pull out of his mouth to let his cock cool down. He eased down by Holden; then leaned with him causing Holden to lie down as he moved to his cock, the head wet and dripping. Parker held it up, squeezed it till the pre-cum bubbled up thick and trickled down the head and he leaned to it, tongue out and he licked the head clean. He put his lips over the head and slid his mouth downward, letting the cock sink into his mouth. Holden took Parker’s head in his hands, holding it over his cock as he pumped his hips upward, working his hard shaft through Parker’s lips.

“OH fuck” Holden uttered through this open mouth as he was breathing hard from his exertions. He pulled Parker’s head up off his cock and as he got up Parker lay back on the ground, letting Holden move between his legs. Holden held them to his chest, feeling the warmth of the long slim limbs as he moved into position, pushed his hard cock down aiming it at Parker’s hole, rubbed up against it, pressed against its tightness till he breached Parker, the head of his cock penetrating the tight opening making Parker cry out. Holden held still a moment letting Parker loosen to his penetration.

“Fuck me, Holden, fuck MY ASS” Parker cried out, his voice echoing through the trees as Holden bore down on him, pushed his cock all the way into him. Holden fucked with long solid thrusts, pumping his hips, feeling how he was rocking Parker on the ground, pushing down into him making him cry out.

Holden’s fucking got faster, his exertions making him grunt with every thrust into Parker who was vocal, his moans loud, his begging for Holden to fuck him, to fuck him harder egging Holden onward till his hips were slamming down against Parker’s ass, his cock shoved in all the way.

“Oh fuck…I’m cumming” Holden grunted through his clinched teeth as he pumped his cum into Parker, his hips shoving down with each ejaculation till he was spent. When he pulled out his cock was slick, cum still dripping from the head and he looked down at Parker, whose cock was rigid, the head wet, and he moved to the side and down on his elbows and knees.

“Stick me, man, come on, fuck me” Holden begged Parker who got up and behind him, holding his hips firmly as he pushed his cock against Holden. Holden was tight but Parker kept pushing until he breached his hole, sinking his cock into him. Holden cried out as Parker sank inch by inch of his hard cock into his hole. Parker held firmly to his hips, ground his cock into his hole feeling the warm soft tunnel envelope his cock. Holden held his head down, grunting and moaning, his body quivering with the penetration.

Parker held still, let Holden loosen to his penetration and he felt Holden push back, his hole loosen its tight grip and he pulled back and began to fuck, to move his hips with the primitive urgent need, and he kept fucking, his pace getting faster and faster until he was slapping up against Holden’s ass, rocking him so hard his grunts vibrated in his throat.

“I’m going…to…cum” Parker stammered as he pumped his hips.

“Give it to me…come on…fuck” Holden grunted as Parker began to fuck in short jagged thrusts, his cock swelling up thicker, his body feeling his need rise up, and he slammed into Holden’s hole and filled it with his cum.

They lounged around on the ground, naked, fingers stroking bare flesh until Holden leaned up and kissed Parker, gently, tenderly, his hand raking over Parker’s chest.

“We should get dressed and go” Holden said when he pulled back, lips barely apart.

“Yeah…we…should go” Parker replied and finally they pulled apart and went to retrieve their clothes from the bank of the creek. When they walked up to the Jeep Parker pushed Holden toward the driver’s side.

“You drive back” Parker said..

“Serious?”

“Serious” Parker confirmed as he climbed into the passenger seat. Holden eased the Jeep around and moved back down the old trail and as he crested the knoll and began down Parker reminded him to keep his foot off the clutch and let the low gearing keep the Jeep under control.

Soon the Jeep with Holden and Parker was gone, the woods along the creek quiet again, and just beyond where they had been, the two of them naked, intertwined together, exerting themselves sexually, he stood behind a fallen tree staring at the spot where they had lain. He held his spent cock, cum dripping from the head and his hand, his shorts pushed down below his balls as he thought of what he had witnessed, this sex between two guys, Parker and Holden, and he dropped down on his knees, his shorts grinding down into the wet ground, cum dripping on the spread fly and he relived the moment, what he saw them do, the way they took each other’s cock, sucked them in their mouths, and then the way Holden had fucked Parker, his cock just sliding into Parker till he ground his hips against Parker’s ass. He felt his cock rise up hard again as he let the image of Holden fucking Parker play in his mind. He felt frustrated by it, his watching, like some pervert, but he couldn’t help it; he had to see, wanted to see. He wanted to see Holden naked, see what his cock looked like and when Holden sucked Parker’s cock, let it slide into his mouth he had watched from his hidden spot, as he took his cock out and began to stroke it, his fear of being seen or heard outweighed by his need to feel something, anything, like how Holden was making Parker feel with his cock buried in his ass.

He thought of how Parker had taken Holden’s fuck, noisily begging Holden to fuck harder and the way he had begged, his voice echoing through woods and it had drove him to stroke his own cock harder as he watched, watched as Holden slammed his hips against Parker, watched as Holden cried out he was coming and he watched when Holden pulled his wet slick cock from Parker’s hole, cum dripping from the head causing him to shoot his first load onto the ground as he gritted his teeth to keep from crying out.

Then he watched as Holden got down on his elbows and knees, heard him tell Parker to fuck him, and he watched Parker move into position, rub his cock over Holden’s ass then enter him, making him cry out, and as he watched he stroked his slimy cock to a renewed erection. When Parker cried out he was cumming slamming his hips against Holden so hard the smack of skin against skin cracked through the air he had come too, pumping out his second load on the ground. Now Parker and Holden were gone and he was stroking his cock again, it hard, painfully hard, the shaft still slick with his previous loads and he stroked faster and faster, his need to cum again urgent, with images of Parker, naked, taking Holden’s fuck, shoving cock into that tight skinny ass, hips slapping against ass and Parker so vocal, his pleading with Holden to fuck harder, to shove it all the way in, to pump it in him. The images flashed through his mind, and as he felt his cock harden up, swell in his hand he imagined he was Parker, down on his knees, taking Holden’s fuck, taking his load deep in his own ass and he shot his third load, the cum dribbling out the head and smeared down his cock with his hand. He felt embarrassed, out here in the woods alone, his shorts down to his knees, ground into the wet dirt, his slimy cock dripping cum and his hand covered in it. He wiped his hand over the dead leaves covering the ground as best he could and he eased up pulling his shorts back up. He saw how there were two dirty wet spots on each side near the crotch. He went back to where his bike lay on the ground and took a drink of water, his throat so dry and his body feeling dehydrated. He wiped the sweat from his face and smelled the cum on his hand.

He knew he had to get going, the sun starting its descent in the west and he climbed on his bike and headed back to the fire trail road he was parked on, grateful he had not come in on the main trail road Holden and Parker obviously had used. He road hard, recklessly, bouncing over roots and rough ground, letting his bike accelerate furiously as it dropped down into gullies and then he jumped it back out onto level ground. He kept up this pace exerting every muscle, sweat pouring off of him, for it kept his mind busy, focused on his ride and not on Parker and Holden. When he finally came to his truck parked in the fire lane he found a couple of other trucks he recognized parked off to the side.

He lowered the tailgate and set the bike in the bed and climbed up to lock it down. As he secured his bike he heard voices approaching, then the sound of bikes coming over the ground. He looked up to see three of his classmates coming toward him, sweaty and dirty, one obviously had taken a fall and he stood up to watch them pull up next to him.

“Hey guys; how was your ride?” he asked.

“Great, except for Bobby taking a spill” Mark said, as they laughed at Mark. “Where did you ride?”

“Down toward the creek, almost to the old swimming hole.”

“Well damn, Charles, you should have let us know you were coming out and we could have all rode together.”

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“Some beautiful young men out there, aren’t there?”

Alex looked up, startled. The man standing by his table at the edge of the verandah of the Southbeach Café, overlooking a stretch of Key West beach at the southernmost point in the United States, was somewhat of a cipher. He was clearly old-quite old-but he was equally clearly well preserved. His deep tan, tending toward the leathery, accentuated the silvery gray of his full head of hair and of the patch of hair on his chest as well. He had been a strikingly handsome man once and was still handsome in an arresting way-for his age. He also had been very well muscled and there was evidence of that still. The immediate impression he gave to Alex was of some sort of mummy of a man who had died in his prime and, although decaying, was doing it at glacial speed. He was just wearing baggy shorts and flip-flops. He was smiling, showing a set of gleaming-white teeth-impressive whether or not they all were still his.

“Beg pardon?”

“I said that there were some beautiful men out there playing volleyball. Many of them really sexy, all types represented, making selection easy.”

“Yes, yes, I suppose. I was absorbed in the game.”

“A big volleyball fan, are you?”

“No, not really, but-“

“I didn’t think so. A professional observer are you?”

“Ah . . .”

“Do you mind if I sit, to take a load off. I’ve come to observe myself, for the moment, and this table has the best view of the beautiful young volleyballers.”

“Yes, of course. Do join me.” The man was being quite forward and candid, but this was Key West. Alex had read enough about Key West to know that little was hidden or kept in reserve here. And it didn’t mean anything to him, of course, if the man wanted to come across as “out there” gay. It didn’t have to affect how Alex projected himself.

The man sat down and ordered a whiskey, followed by a coffee, from a waiter, who clearly was familiar with-and indulgent toward-the old gentleman. The waiter was obviously gay too, in a limp wristed way that put Alex off a bit. Alex didn’t want to seem that open about anything.

The old man pulled a packet of vibrant-colored cigarettes out of his pocket and was lighting up even as he asked, “Care if I smoke?” He didn’t wait for an answer before going on. “My name is Bob. I trust that you’re a tourist, coming for the first time to our little tropical paradise down here to . . . observe?”

“Yes, down from Delaware-Wilmington-to escape the winter. Stopped here on my way farther south. My name’s Alex, by the way.”

“Nice solid name, Alex. It suits you. You’re a nice solid-looking man. Well put together. Staying at . . . ?”

“The Blue Marlin, just down the street on Simonton. Rather interesting. An old fifties-style motel, but they keep it up and emphasize the retro.”

“Yes, I know it well. So, just retired from DuPont and decided suddenly to see the world? You look a bit young to have retired. More than a bit, actually.”

Was the man leering at him suggestively? Alex chose to ignore any possibility that he was. Still, he felt a tightness inside himself-as if the old man was pulling at him to extract all of his deep, dark secrets. Then why, Alex wondered, was he proceeding to give up nuggets about himself? At the back of his mind, he kept wondering just why it was that he’d wanted to take a side trip to Key West on his way farther south.

“Not retired yet, but you hit it on the head with DuPont. Not DuPont itself, but one of the major banks in town. We do a lot of work with DuPont. I’m fifty-just turned. Looked around and decided I hadn’t done much of what I wanted to do in life. So, I’m on an extended vacation.”

“Ah, yes. Fifty is a dangerous age. I’m seventy myself.”

“Seventy? I wouldn’t have guessed.” And, in fact, Alex wouldn’t have guessed that. Sixty maybe. Certainly older than he was himself.

“I’ve done what I can to keep that from being a first guess. And you got bored up there in Wilmington did you? Made a list of places to see, and Key West was on the list?”

“Yes, Key West has always intrigued me.”

“Yes, yes, it does, for a certain type of man.”

Alex didn’t quite know how to respond to that, but Bob saved him the trouble, continuing on with his probing. “Is Key West the only sightseeing destination on your vacation agenda?”

“This is just a stopover. I’m on my way down to Peru. Wanted to see Machu Picchu. It seems to be on everyone’s bucket list.”

“Ah. Rather unique, a stopover in Key West on the way down to Peru. When you get there, you’re going to do what, take a flyover of the area? You’re not going to climb to the ruins?”

“Yes, yes, a flyover, but how did you guess that?”

“I sense a pattern here. And, so, why did you stop over in Key West? To observe beautiful young men playing volleyball on the beach or to fuck or be fucked?”

“Excuse me?”

“We’re an open and honest lot down here in Key West, Alex, and the key is famous for one thing, really. I just wondered where you were in life. It seems you’ve moved to observer from experiencing. I can understand that. I was in my fifties once, facing retirement, and suddenly realized I hadn’t been much of anywhere. In my rather older age, though, I’ve discovered that it’s all going to abruptly stop at some point-and I will either have collected photographs of others doing something-young men playing volleyball on the beach, for instance-or I’m going to have experienced life myself. That’s why I went back to smoking and drinking . . . and fucking. And Key West is a great place to do all that and devil may care.”

“Fucking at your age?” Alex asked, stung by what Bob had said and wanting to sting a bit back.

“You better believe it. And I’m quite good at it, if I say so myself. You’re only fifty. You’re not past it. And you’re a good-looking man who has kept yourself in shape. There are a lot of fifty-year-old men fucking other men on Key West. It’s what we’re good at here. If you’re brave enough to go past observing, you’ll maybe admit to yourself that men don’t come down to Key West by themselves just to observe beautiful young men playing volleyball on the beach.”

Alex’s ears reddened up. “Is this some sort of propositioning? If so, I must say it’s creative.”

“Yes, it is an invitation to fuck, Alex. You’re a good-looking man alone on a beach in Key West, ogling young studs just in Speedos. Why wouldn’t I be propositioning you? Life is too short to beat around the bush-although I’m not propositioning you for right this minute. I already have a fuck planned for this afternoon. I find you very attractive. You also don’t fool me. Yes, I would like to fuck you. That’s what I came down to Key West to do, why I live here now. I fuck younger men. And they enjoy me enough to ask for it again-sweet music to the ears of a seventy-year-old man.”

“I don’t really . . .” Alex tried to make his voice sound indignant, but he was more flustered and embarrassed than indignant. He had indeed come to Key West to recapture-in a voyeur way, he thought, when he thought about it-what he had enjoyed as a young man in his twenties. Not for the past two decades, though. He’d given all of that up to fit in and get ahead. He’d just come to watch, and no one had challenged him before on that being a mode of letting the experiences of life pass you by. He hadn’t even looked into tours to climb to Machu Picchu. Why hadn’t he even looked into that if he was going to make the effort to go there? And, no, of course Key West wasn’t on a natural line from Wilmington to Peru. He had clearly fooled himself about that-and about how much he wanted to come to Key West and why. Why had he done that? Was he giving up? At fifty?

Bob had stood up from the table. “Not this afternoon. I can’t fit you in this afternoon. But maybe we’ll meet later, while you’re still here in Key West, trying to live the lifestyle vicariously. Maybe we’ll fuck then. I’m taking you for a bottom. Sorry, I only top. For now, see that nice blond young man out there across the volleyball net, the one who looks more basketball than football? That’s Trent. He’s nineteen. He came to Key West to experience his dreams. The volleyball game is breaking up. I came here to watch him play. I’m taking him to my nice little bungalow on Amelia Street to fuck his lights out. That will be enough for me for the afternoon.”

Alex sat there, stunned, as Bob moved toward the steps down to the sand. Bob’s tone had been cheerful and casual. So why had Alex felt threatened by it? And he had come down here because of the men, and he was flattered at the compliments on how in-shape he’d kept himself so that, at fifty, he still could be desirable. So why was he upset at receiving a proposition, as strangely and baldly as it had been couched, from another man? The man was seventy; it should just be all talk. So, why did Alex find him-and what he’d said-arousing?

Bob stopped at the top of the steps down to the sand, turned, and said to Alex, “In case you wondered, I have eight inches, it still can get-and stay-hard, and I know what to do with it.”

* * * *

“So, Alan, is it? You’ve come out to do some more observing? Is that all you’re interested in yet, or would you like to come back to one of the back rooms with me and Trent here for a three-way?”

Alex turned from where he was standing at the bar at the Bourbon Street Pub on Duval, to see that the strange old man who had propositioned him on South Beach that afternoon was standing there, his arm around the shoulder of that young blond man he’d said was Trent, and giving him a bright-toothed smile. Trent was smiling a bit dreamily too, and by the way Bob had his arm around him, it was obvious that Bob controlled him-and probably had satisfied him earlier in the afternoon. That was a bit of a surprise. Although the two had walked away from the beach restaurant together earlier that afternoon, Alex had half convinced himself that the old man had been putting him on-that he was the young man’s grandfather.

“It’s Alex,” he said, finding that he wasn’t being as cold and put-offish in his response as he intended to be. “I’m fine here at the bar,” he added, not wanting to let himself reveal that Bob and his proposition-and his lecture about experiencing rather than just observing-had been all Alex had been able to think of throughout the afternoon as he hibernated in his room, arguing with himself whether he really was going to be brave enough to come check out the bars he’d been reading about-the gay bars. Alex didn’t frequent gay bars, certainly not in up-tight Wilmington, Delaware. He didn’t even know if there were any such bars in Wilmington-no, that was a lie, occasionally he checked out on line where they were and even sometimes drove by them. He could only fantasize about what went on inside them, though. Rooms in the back. Bob had mentioned rooms in the back. Alex felt himself, involuntarily, going hard.

“You go on back and find us a room, Trent, honey,” Bob said to Trent, releasing the young man from his firm embrace. “I’ll be along in a few-or maybe we’ll be along. I want another drink-and to talk a bit with hot-looking Alex here.”

Alex didn’t think himself as hot looking. Certainly not at the moment. He’d come out in a sports shirt, linen trousers, and loafers, with socks. He could see now that that was decidedly overdressed for the gay stretch of Duval Street at night. Bob was still in his baggy shorts and flip-flops, but he’d pulled on an athletic T. In the dim light of the bar, he looked even younger and fitter than Alex had remembered him from earlier in the afternoon, in the unforgiving sunlight of South Beach. Trent, willowy, but firm-muscled and girlish-face handsome, was just in shorts-and barefoot.

Bob won’t have much to strip off him to fuck him, Alex found himself thinking. And then he turned red and took on a sheepish look.

“Thinking of me fucking that sweet blond?” Bob asked, as the bartender delivered him a double-slug whiskey.

Alex blushed even more, as that was exactly what he was thinking. “No, I was thinking that maybe this wasn’t really the place for me to be.”

“The view isn’t fine enough?” Bob asked, with a laugh. “They’re practically fucking on the dance floor. And that little Latino on the dance pole looks mighty sexy. Don’t tell me that you’re backing away even from voyeur.”

“It just isn’t . . .”

“Isn’t something you’re brave enough to do? You’re only fifty, Alex, and you’re in good shape-fine-looking shape. You’re not dead. And your momma ain’t here-at least I don’t see her here. Look at me. Look at my smile. You can still get it up, can’t you? I’m seventy and I can. I’m about to go back to a room behind the bar and make that sweet blond cry. You decided to get off sittin’ on the fence and just take the splash of getting off? You can go back there with me. I’ll show you a good time. I can make you cry too, I’ll bet. A good kind of cry.”

“Uh. No thanks. It’s kind of late, and this was my last stop. I think I’ll go back to the-“

“Going on to Peru in the morning?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact-tomorrow afternoon. And I should be getting some sleep.”

“Gonna fly over Machu Picchu or climb to it?”

Alex didn’t know what he said to that. He disengaged as soon after that as he could, but, with a “Suit yourself, then” and a laugh, Bob was moving toward the beaded curtain-covered doorway at the back of the room before Alex turned in the other direction and escaped the bar.

* * * *

Alex went straight back to his room at the Blue Marlin Motel. Trying to wipe the thought of any encounter with the aggressive and forthright Bob out of his mind-not fully successfully, though, as images of Bob with Trent and then Bob with himself were floating through his mind-he busied himself in packing up for the flight back up to Miami and then on to Lima the next afternoon.

His hands were trembling as he packed, and he was muttering to himself, castigating himself. Damn that Bob, he thought, and then he adjusted that to damning himself. Why had he come down here? Was it just to observe and to dream as a voyeur? Hadn’t hitting fifty given him a jolt about why he’d repressed himself the last two decades? He’d studiously kept in shape and he hadn’t married or shown much interest in a relationship with a female all that time. What had he been holding back for, not fully giving up his dreams, his remembrances of how good it was when he was enjoying another man’s body, another man’s cock inside him?

The travel guides for Peru-for Machu Picchu-fell out of his carryon as he was pulling dirty briefs out of that to stuff somewhere in his suitcase and to replace with clean ones in case his luggage got lost in Peru and he had to live with the clothes he had in his carryon.

He took the guides over to the chair by a table in front of the window to the parking lot, the draperies now drawn, and sat down. He started looking through the ads in the guide again and the explanations of the tours offered. He couldn’t stop his hands from trembling, though, and he threw the brochures down on the table in disgust and padded into the bathroom. He stripped and showered and pulled on a pair of sleeping shorts-all the time trying to keep images of Bob with Trent and Bob with him out of his mind. Unsuccessfully.

He heard a knock on the door when he came back into the room.

Of course it was Bob at the door.

“How did you find me?” he asked, both upset and pleased, and confused that he felt both sensations simultaneously.

“You told me where you were staying. I know the people managing the place. Don’t you want to know why I came? Or do you think you already know?”

“I . . . I . . .” Alex was flustered. Did the man always have to be so blunt, so challenging, so suggestive-so knowing?

Bob held out his hand, revealing that he was holding a wallet. “Yours, I think. It was left at the bar. I recognized who it was from the driver’s license inside. You really are fifty and you really are from Delaware. I’m impressed. I assumed you had made it up. Most do when they come down here to . . . observe. And I really did think you were younger than fifty. No matter there, of course. I’m really seventy, and fucking a man of fifty or a barely man of nineteen are both fucking a younger man. They both have holes to fill.”

“I . . . I . . .”

“Are you going to invite me in? If you invite me in, I’m going to fuck you, you know.”

Alex meekly stood aside, pulling the door wider open, and Bob strode into the room.

* * * *

The painful pleasure of it was excruciating. Alex had stuffed a folded sock from his nearby suitcase in his mouth to keep himself from raising the dead three rooms in any direction and, belly down on the bed and arms stretched up and out, fists gripping gobs of chenille bedspread, feet leveraging up and down off the carpet beside the bed, he endured the remembered ecstasy of a hard cock driving deep inside his ass. More than enduring it, he moved with it himself, leveraging off his feet, as he met cock thrust with pelvis thrust. This wasn’t just Bob taking; this was the two of them fucking.

Bob wasn’t just good, he was great. If Alex had remembered his life as a bottom in his twenties and early thirties as being this good and arousing, he never would have stopped. The rest of his life would have had to adjust to it.

Upon entering the room and after dropping the wallet on the table next to the travel guides, Bob had placed a hand in the center of Alex’s chest and just pushed him back to the bed and into a sitting position. Alex had done nothing to resist, although he could hear the heavy breathing and the low-in-the-throat rattling sound, which he only vaguely connected to himself.

Bob had sunk on the floor between Alex’s thighs, as, hands on Alex’s knees, he pushed the thighs apart. Alex was already, suddenly, hard. His dick had pushed out of the slit of his sleeping pants. Not content with this, Bob pulled the shorts off Alex’s legs and moved his mouth over the shaft. Alex moaned and his hands went to the back of Bob’s head as the older man pushed the foreskin back with his lips, squeezed them tight on the rim of the bulb, and sucked hard on the bulb.

Alex convulsed wildly at the pressure on his cockhead, and Bob reached up with his hands and gripped the younger man’s chest at the sides, under the armpits, and held him steady. Alex leaned back, his arms going behind him to support his weight on his whitened knuckles, threw his head back, and moaned deeply to the pock-marked ceiling. Bob’s mouth went all the way down the shaft in a quick motion and then up slowly to return to sucking the bulb hard. Then down slowly and up fast, sucking the bulb hard. The pattern was repeated, again and again, as Alex groaned and shuddered.

The younger man hadn’t had a blowjob in decades, and he’d never had one this good. He came quickly, down Bob’s throat. Afterward he lay there on the bed, looking at Bob hovering over him, playing with a condom packet. Alex was effusively whispering his apologies for coming so quickly-and without warning and inside Bob’s mouth. The older man said nothing. He just stood there, standing over Alex’s body, unstrapping his belt, unzipping himself, pushing his shorts down, rolling the condom on his hard cock.

“Christ almighty,” Alex whimpered with a shudder. “You weren’t lying. God, I’m not sure I can . . .”

“I know you will. And you’ll love taking every inch of it. Roll over on your belly.”

With a groan, Alex did as commanded. The light next to the nightstand went off. They were in near darkness and would have been in total darkness if the curtains on the window at the front of the room met all the way.

For some silly reason, Alex felt more comfortable, somehow protected, in the darkness. It wasn’t because he had been sucked off and was going to be fucked by a seventy-year-old man. Bob’s body was fine. And that dick! Alex shuddered at the thought of it inside him. But, somehow, in the dark . . .

“Oh, shit, Oh fuck!” Bob was on his knees behind him, spreading his butt cheeks, rimming his asshole with his tongue, sticking it inside him.

And then the gigantic bulb of that monster cock was at his entrance, pressing in and out, testing him. And then it was entering him, relentlessly, as he writhed under the assault, thick and deep. Alex was gripping gobs of the chenille bedspread over his head with his fists and crying out. “Oh fuck, oh fuckkk! Go slow. Oh, shittt! Yes, Yesss. Fuck me!”

His eyes saw the folded sock, and he grabbed for it and stuffed it in his mouth, clamping down on it with his teeth, as Bob started to ride him hard and deep.

Later, Bob took him a second time, with Alex lying on his back, Bob holding his legs extended up and out, as Bob took him slower, exploring for and finding all of those niches and crannies inside Alex’s channel that made him quiver and groan.

Then Alex lay there, moaning and sighing, as he watched Bob go to the bathroom. Alex didn’t move-couldn’t move as totally as he had been fucked by that big cock-while he listened to the shower. It wasn’t long before Bob was back out of the bathroom, drying himself off. Still looking good for a seventy-year-old man, especially so in the dim light. His cock flaccid now, but hanging low.

“That was good,” Bob said at last as he was pulling his shorts on. He hadn’t been wearing briefs. “You’re a good lay. You should be using your body, not holding it back. That’s experiencing, not just observing. That’s what you really came to Key West for, isn’t it?”

Alex murmured something, he didn’t know what. He still wasn’t sure that’s what he’d come to Key West for, but he couldn’t disagree that that was what he wanted-what was missing in his life. He couldn’t say he wasn’t glad that he had gotten it.

Bob walked over to the table in front of the curtained window and picked up the travel guide. “Been looking at the tours again? Thinking of climbing Machu Picchu rather than just flying over it to see it?”

“Yes, maybe,” Alex answered in a small, exhausted voice. His channel walls were throbbing. They wanted it again. To his embarrassment, if Bob told him he was going to fuck him again, now, Alex would have been exhilarated. He would have opened his legs and pull Bob’s cock deep inside him. But Bob didn’t do that. He was finished. He had made his point.

Bob sat down in the chair and picked up a small motel pad of paper and a pen and wrote something down. Then he pulled off the sheet of paper, folded it, and put it in Alex’s wallet, which was still laying on the table.

“There,” he said. “I know a guy in Lima. I think you’d enjoy him; I know he’d enjoy you. In case you want to continue experiencing and not only observing. In case you want to feel as young as I do when you are as old as I am. I think you can vouch now that I’m not past it.”

Alex moaned. He certainly could. Again, his brain was screaming, Come over here and fuck me again. Put that huge cock up inside me and pump me to heaven.

“He’s younger than you. But he has a big cock. I think we both know you want a big cock.”

Bob stood then and put his hand on the doorknob. “Have a good time in Peru. You can find me anytime you want to come back to Key West. You’re a good lay, Alex. Don’t ever think you are past being wanted. Oh, and . . .” he continued as he opened the door and moved into the open space, “just to let you know, you didn’t leave your wallet in the bar. I lifted it from you. I wanted to fuck you. Remember that. There are still men out there who will want to fuck you-for years more. We all die sometime. Don’t do your dying before they start to shovel the dirt over you.”

Alex’s gaze went over to his wallet after Bob had gone. He already knew that he wouldn’t be tossing out that slip of paper with the Lima contact address written on it.

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“You are hereby sentenced to three years’ incarceration at the state dairy farm followed by a lifetime of non-penetrative sex.” the Judge pronounced. “The court hopes this will put an end to your carnal behavior.”

The Judge had just convicted twelve young men, sentencing them for the crime of brutally gang raping and permanently disabling four sorority girls at their college. The attitude of the young men toward their crime had been cavalier, uncaring and, to them, somewhat humorous. All of them looked at one another with a bit of confusion; they had thought their crime was trivial. The last thing they expected was that the court would take the charge against them so seriously. None of them had any idea what the state dairy farm was or what it would be like, but they all felt working on a farm for three years couldn’t be all that bad. They looked questioningly at one another, whispering “No fucking for the rest of our lives? What does he mean?” Court deputies quickly escorted them from the courtroom to a holding cell. A short time later they were shackled and loaded into a van for the trip to the dairy farm.

Hours later, the twelve young prisoners found themselves at what looked like an ordinary dairy farm. They were lead from the van across the barnyard into the barn. Inside, the place was anything but a barn. On several levels, row after row of naked and shackled prisoners could be seen. Each prisoner was cuffed at the wrists and ankles to an X-shaped wooden cross, a wide leather strap across the waist held their body against the cross. Every prisoner had a clear plastic cylinder encasing their cock and a number of clear hoses and electric wires connecting him to some kind of machine. All of them had grossly large balls. Hoses ran from each prisoner’s cylinder, mouth and butt. The new arrivals took this all in with awe and some apprehension as they looked around the barns interior. They were taken to a large room inside the building.

A man came into the room and introduced himself as the warden of this prison facility. He then addressed them saying “The courts require me to describe the punishment for your sex crimes. This is called a dairy farm, but in reality it is a milking farm where you are the milk cows. We will milk you and drain your balls of their milky juices once every thirty minutes for twelve hours daily. That means you will be forced to cum twenty-four times a day. There are no days off; your ball juices will be milked out of you every day for the term of your confinement. We do not store or save any of the semen milked from each of you; instead it is recycled and pumped back into your mouth or up your ass. You will be force fed your own cum as well as spunk harvested from your fellow prisoners. You will swallow every drop of cum pumped into your mouth and absorb as much as you can when it is pumped up your ass. You all are young and at the peak of your sperm production. Every one of you will be taking many large loads of ball cream as it is pumped into your body openings. At the end of every twelve hour shift, you will be allowed to rest for twelve hours. Expect to be sore and swollen at the end of each day’s milking.” The prisoners looked anxiously at one another.

The warden continued “You may have noticed that other prisoners have grossly large balls. Every one of you will wind up with balls just as big due to swelling caused by cumming 24 times a day. The amount of cum you shoot each time will increase, too. At the end of your confinement every one of you will be released with genitals that are three times as big as they are today and will be able to shoot three times as much cum. Special chemicals added to your diet will make that size permanent. All of you will leave here with a cock that is 18 to 24 inches long and 5 to 8 inches wide, too big to fuck with any more. Your balls will swell until each of them is about as big as a grapefruit. Your ball sack will end up about 10 inches wide and will hang 9 to 10 inches down your legs, almost all the way to your knees. This may sound like a good thing, but you will have to live the rest of your lives being very horny, able to shoot huge loads of cum yet living with gigantic genitals that are so big you can’t fuck with them. That is the punishment for your gang rape.” The twelve young men all looked genuinely frightened by now.

He then ordered the guards to prepare them for milking. The guards take all twelve young men, strip them and lead them naked to a dozen empty X-shaped crosses set up in front of one of the machines, sitting on the floor in front of the crosses. Each prisoner is then strapped to a cross, spread eagle, cock and balls hanging and butthole easily accessible. Guards then take shaving gear and lather up every prisoner’s crotch. All hair is shaved from each prisoner’s crotch; pubes, cock, balls and ass crack. The young men seem dismayed to see that part of their masculine identity removed.

A storage bin in front of the machine holds a large supply of clear plastic cylinders, clear silicone balls and thin corrugated hoses. Every hose snakes out of the back side of the bin to various connections on the machine. A second storage bin contains a large number of electric wires with white patches at the end of each wire. One of the guards turns on the machine; a low humming noise filling the area.

He takes a milking cylinder with two hoses attached out of the bin and approaches the boy strapped at the end of the row of crosses. Inside the cylinder is a clear condom like sleeve with its head end attached to one of the hoses. The other hose connects to the side of the cylinder. Taking a container of liquid lube from a pocket, he squirts it on the boy’s cock as he strokes the cock to erection. Once erect, he places the cylinder against boy’s cockhead and a light vacuum draws the cock into the clear condom like sleeve until the sleeve is wrapped around his cock and the cylinder is held firmly against young man’s now hairless body, his bald scrotum hanging below the cylinder. He proceeds along the row of crosses, fitting each young man with a milking cylinder. Occasionally he would stop and remark about the generous size of a boy’s balls, saying they must make a lot of cum.

A second guard follows him strapping a clear silicone ball gag around each prisoner’s head. This ball gag has two clear tubes passing through the clear ball. One of the tubes is pushed through the ball and into the boy’s mouth until he begins to gag. The guard then forces him to swallow and the tube is pushed down his throat as he swallows. This tube is thin enough to allow him to breathe around and yet not interfere with him being able to swallow.

A third guard follows the other two. He takes a finger thin corrugated tube from the bin. The tube has a second thin tube inside and a collar about four inches below the tube’s open end. Each boy screams behind his gag as the guard shoves the tube into the boy’s virgin hole far enough that the collar is pressed against his hole. The guard waits a moment until the boy’s sphincter has tightened and is gripping the tube. Once gripped by the boy’s sphincter, the collar around the tube is held steady and the tube is turned. As it is turned, the size of the tube expands along its entire length, its diameter increasing until it has opened the boy’s hole two or more inches and is fully pressed against the inside surface of his intestine. When fully open, the boy’s sphincter is tightly gripping one of the valleys of the corrugation, holding the tube in place and preventing any movement, allowing body waste to pass. The thin tube inside it is then pushed further into his rectum until it is about twelve inches up into his intestines.

Finally, guards take electric wires from the bin and affix their white adhesive pads to numerous locations on the legs, arms and torso of each prisoner; several of the pads are placed on the upper thigh, scrotum and on the torso at either side of the milking cylinder. These wires are all e-stim connections to be used for stimulating the body, exercising the prisoners’ muscles. In addition to keeping their muscles fit and trim, they also serve to provide erotic stimulation, making sure the prisoners cum.

Once all twelve were restrained and their hardware installed, the warden returned. He addressed them telling them that the tube down their throat would deliver water, proteins and carbohydrates to feed them. In addition it would deliver vitamins, hormones, testosterone boosters and other chemicals to stimulate their sperm production and make them cum large loads. The other tube connected to the gag would pump cum into their mouth. They were expected to swallow every load pumped into their mouths. Gags are clear so that guards can see whether or not you have swallowed your mouthful of cum. He also told them that the tube in their ass had two purposes; one, they could shit whenever they had to and two, cum would be pumped deep into their ass just as though people had shot loads up their butt. He added that twenty-four times every day for the next three years they will be experiencing what their victims had gone through. He ordered the guards to start the milking.

A soft chugging sound came from the machine as the milking cylinders began stroking and sucking on each cock. All twelve young men started groaning in pleasure from the intense blow job the machine was giving them. One by one each of them had an orgasm, shooting a large first load of cum. They all watched as the milky white blobs of ball juice flowed along the clear tube to the machine. As each load of cum reached the machine, it was immediately routed back through the tube connected to the ball gag, flooding each mouth with the owner’s own cum. They all gagged and tried to let it escape around the ball gag, but the gag fit too tightly to allow it. The only way to get it out of their mouth was to swallow it, choking on it all the while. As the boys swallowed the load of cum the feeding tube delivered a portion of liquid diet into their guts. The machine paused, stopped the sucking for thirty minutes. During this pause in the milking, e-stim pads gently delivered pulses, causing the body muscles to contract and relax, exercising the muscles. All of the boys realized this ordeal would repeat in another half hour. Thirty minutes later the sucking began again, only this time a bit more vigorously. This time the e-stim pads around and on their genitals delivered pulses designed to promote orgasm. The boys came easily and were all forced to swallow another mouthful of their own cum. Once they had swallowed the mouthful of cum, another portion of liquid food was delivered to their gut. This was repeated for the rest of the day. At day’s end all of the young men felt sick to their stomach, had cum 24 times, swallowed 24 loads of their own cum and were suffering from aching cocks and aching balls. Cylinders were removed for the night. The guys could see their red and badly swollen cocks. Guards returned and applied a skin lotion to each cock.

In the morning, the guards returned and the milking cylinders were re-installed. Guards told the young men that the machine was programmed to randomly feed them cum from each of the other guys. In other words, they would not have to eat just their own cum all day, but cum from a different guy every half hour. Every thirty minutes all day long they had to swallow loads of various sizes and various flavors. The last load of the day tasted familiar and most of them realized it was their own cum. Cylinders were removed and they rested for the night. This regimen continued every day for the first week.

The next week, guards told them that they would not have to eat cum every thirty minutes, only once an hour. The machine program will take all twelve loads of cum and randomly mix two loads, feeding six guys the mixed double load of cum every half hour. The other six guys will get two loads the next half hour. Milking started and twelve loads were collected by the machine, combined into six double loads and pumped back to half of the guys. Six young men all began choking and gagging on the double loads that spurted into their mouths. Thirty minutes later the other six choked down the loads pumped into their mouths. This was the daily routine for the next month. At the end of the month all of the boys were able to easily swallow the double loads of cum. Most of them had begun to develop a fondness for the taste of cum.

At the beginning of the next month, the warden told them the machine would be making them take three loads, about two tablespoons of cum, every 90 minutes. In addition, he said cum would randomly be pumped into their mouth or shot up their ass. He went on to say this would give them some idea what it’s like to get face fucked or have their butt filled with cum from three guys at a time. The first orgasm of the day had four of the young men squirming as the machine pumped three blended loads of cum deep into their ass. Cum from the next two orgasms was mixed and pumped into the mouth of half of the eight remaining boys. The increased volume of cum was hard for the guys to easily swallow. The machine had been programmed to distribute the loads evenly so that every young man would get an equal number of loads pumped into his mouth or up his ass. By the end of the day, each young man had taken about a half cup of cum into his mouth and another half cup up the ass. Cum could be seen running out of each of them through the tube plugged into their ass. This daily routine continued until the young men could effortlessly swallow three loads at a time and have hardly any cum run out of their ass.

By this time, the genitals on the young men were swelling to the point the additional weight of their ball sacks was putting an unnecessary strain on their abdomens. All of the crosses were lowered to a prone, table like position so their enlarged scrotums could rest on a small flat panel under their balls and below the area where the cross members met. crosses would be periodically raised for a short time to facilitate good blood circulation as well as prevent bed sores and muscle atrophy. The final addition to the number of cum loads pumped into each prisoner was increased to four blended loads. Every young guy would have to swallow or get an ass load of three or so full tablespoons of cum every two hours. This continued until they all could take the loads with little difficulty.

A number of months had passed and all of the daily orgasms had taken a toll. Every young man now had greatly swollen genitals. Their cocks all had swollen and now measured a fat seven to nine inches long by 2½ inches or so wide. Each of their testicles had swollen to about the size of a lime. This swollen size had minimally increased the volume of any cum loads. The warden ordered a cocktail of special chemicals added to their diet. These chemicals would cause the prisoners’ cocks and balls to fill in the swollen areas with new flesh and trigger continuous growth of the genitals until they had reached three times their now swollen size. Milking cylinders would be replaced by increasingly larger cylinders as their cocks grew. Chemicals also increase the size and density of the testicles until each testicle was as big as a grapefruit. This enabled each prisoner shoot three times more cum at each ejaculation. These enlarged testicles also produce three times as much testosterone, keeping the prisoners very horny and capable of reaching orgasm more easily.

Over the next couple of months the prisoners’ genitals grew to their maximum size. Every prisoner wound up with a gigantic cock that was 21 to 28 inches long and 6 to 8 inches wide when erect; a circumference of 19 to 25 inches. Limp, their cocks all measured between 10 and 14 inches. Their testicles each grew to be nearly 5 inches wide, heavy in a 10 inch wide sack hanging to just above their knees. As their genitals grew, the 12 of them experienced an increase in the volume of cum as their growing testicles produced more semen enabling them to ejaculate increasingly larger loads of cum. Every day the total amount of cum all 12 of them ejaculated increased from the initial total of 3 quarts per day to 2¼ gallons per day.

Every two hours, for twelve hours every day, each of them would have to endure over a half cup of cum pumped up their ass or have to choke it down as it was squirted into their mouth. A half cup of cum is equivalent to twelve normal loads of cum. Pumped up their ass, it would make each of them feel the same as though twelve guys had just shot loads of cum deep inside, much like being gang raped. In their mouth it would be the equivalent of the same twelve guys shooting one load after another into their mouth. They all learned to appreciate why they had been convicted. They also became extremely fond of the taste of cum as their confinement turned each of them into a sperm bank and cum junkie. This is how they spent the remainder of their sentences.

The day of their release finally came and they were paid a final visit by the warden. He addressed them saying “Gentlemen, your sentence is complete; today is the day of your release. Again, I am required by the court to describe the lifelong punishment for your crimes. You have served your sentences in what the state hopes has given you a great understanding of the nature of your crime. In order to keep the public safe from further rape attempts, your genitals have been enlarged to a size where you will not be able to penetrate or fuck anyone for sex. You will live the remainder of your lives with those giant genitals. You will be very horny all the time; about the only sexual release you will get will come from solo or mutual masturbation or by getting fucked in the ass. By now every one of you should be well accustomed to swallowing lots of cum. Those of you who find you have a craving for the taste of cum can still enjoy large mouthfuls of ball batter by eating your own cum or finding someone else to cum in your mouth. Your dicks are long enough to easily reach your mouth so you can swallow your own cum anytime you want to. Before you leave you will be provided with custom made jock straps and new pants since your old pants and underwear just won’t fit any more. You will discover it hard to find pants and underwear that fit and may want to consider having these items tailored.” He then instructed the guards to release them.

As hardware was removed and they were unshackled from the crosses they stood on their feet for the first time in three years. Even though their muscle fitness had been maintained, they all experienced unsteady staggering for a while. While they were getting used to standing on their own, guards brought in boxes containing fleece pants, t-shirts and oversized jock straps custom tailored for their gigantic genitals,. The young men each donned a jock strap. The pouch lifted and supported the heavy weight of their grapefruit sized testicles, giving them relief from the heavy weight straining their crotch. There was still room in the pouch for their huge flaccid cocks to fit comfortably above the scrotum. The filled jock strap pouch bulged obscenely. It extended out from the body about four to five inches and hung about five inches below the crotch. This bulge was obvious even when they had put on the fleece pants. Once dressed, their personal belongings were returned.

Finally, they were lead out the prison gate to reunite with family and friends.

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In more recent years I look back on my mid-1970s (and then again early 1980s) Bangkok adventure and just shake my head, wondering what we were thinking we were doing then and how shallow we must have been to be so totally focused on beautiful bodies and the striving for perpetual orgasm.

I think that for most of those I played with for two-and-a-half years in the 1970s, the hedonist urges resulted from the intersection of a few “realities.” As a society, Americans were coming out of a decade of national hedonism in the form of the flower child/hippie generation that, itself, lifted the orgasm and the concept of “if it gives pleasure, do it” to the level of both a desirable and an obtainable goal. Overlaying that was that we were just coming out of a physically and emotionally draining Vietnam War period in which we not only suffered the depression of defeat (no matter what a spin our government tried to put on it) but in which, like so many other wars, we had lost the cream of our generation-our very generation, those we had grown up with and had mistakenly assumed we would grow old with. The “pack all of the pleasure in today, because tomorrow we die” syndrome was laying heavy on us, especially on those of us in Thailand, close still to Saigon.

Add to that that Americans finding themselves living and working in Bangkok were basically adventuresome folks and that, with the jobs they did, they tended to be beautiful and fit folks, Bangkok was, morally, a wide-open, “if it feels good, do it” society. So we had a heady brew of an invitation to sexual adventure, openness, and experimentation. The horror of AIDS wasn’t even a moat in anyone’s eyes yet.

This mix was particularly heady for me. I came to Bangkok a vanilla monogamous heterosexual, who had had thoughts of a world further afield than heterosexuality, but who had been so narcissistic that I hadn’t given more than a passing thought to sex at all outside of marriage let alone in pursuing the goal of perpetual orgasm with multiple partners, and those of the same gender as I was. All of that exploded early in my Bangkok diplomatic tour when, naïvely not even seeing what I was sinking into, I was seduced by a sexual magician male Indian doctor, who was an expert in the sexual positions of the Kamasutra, and whose goal it was to totally debauch, master, and control largely innocent young men-and to make them open to having multiple partners simultaneously.

Within months of arriving in Bangkok, I was attending male-only nude pool parties and laying on a chaise lounge by the pool, with my legs perpetually open to a parade of cocks-and not thinking a bit of anything but the pleasure of being wanted by beautiful men, one after the other, with hard, muscled bodies and a goal of the perpetual orgasm.

Particularly perplexing to me now, decades later, with all that has happened in my life and the trending of societal attitudes and medical reality, is how easy it was for me to accept the dripping cock of one man to be immediately replaced by the hopeful hardness of that of another one-as long as both men were beautiful and hardbodied and said they wanted me . . . extending sometimes to the third and the forth cock. The thought of life-threatening disease wasn’t even an issue then, as AIDS was a reality for the future, not for that present. Ironically enough, I once again was living-and fucking indiscriminately-in Bangkok in the mid 1980s, when the reality of AIDS did thunder in-and it coldcocked much of the freewheeling rolling sex party atmosphere of the city’s expatriate gay male community. But not at the time I am speaking of here, the mid-1970s.

When I look for explanations for my own behavior, I see my narcissism as a dominant factor-more than the physical pleasure of melding with a beautiful body, being closely embraced by hard muscle, and feeling a hard cock churning in my gut, the explosive release of my own building orgasm and the jerk and spout and flow of hot cum inside me, again and again. But what motivated me most was the emotional pleasure of knowing that someone worshipped my body and wanted to possess it fully, was willing to surrender their manliness and the control of their desires to the squeezing of my channel muscles. It was at the height of my partner’s impassioned, uncontrolled drive that I felt the most powerful-when they couldn’t stop even if they wanted to. This was why it was sometimes the rough, dominating sex that made me soar the highest-the man wanted me so badly he was lost in his primeval lustings. It wasn’t him in control; it was me-and my beautiful body. Pure narcissism.

And the thrill of partners in quick succession? To see the look in the eyes of the man standing behind the man then plowing me-and to the man standing next to him-to see the want and impatience of them, the way they couldn’t keep their hands off their own cocks and how hard their cocks were getting-in anticipation of me, of being inside me, of having their turn at doing to me what someone else was then doing. To see how they couldn’t keep their eyes off me. The enjoyment of the assessing of their individual attributes, an unusually muscled chest here with prominent nipples, a riot-of-color tattoo there. A flaming red bush, ebony skin next to alabaster, unusually beefy hands, black, curly chest hair in an arousing pattern, a short but thick cock, an unusually long one, low-hanging balls the size of ping-pong balls, a crook on a cock that had me wondering whether it would be felt differently inside me, an “oh my god” thick cock ring. All of these observations, even while I was arching my back and the lover of the moment was thrusting, thrusting, thrusting hard inside me and sucking on my nipple, made the multiple partners, in succession, hot, and a desirable goal in the atmosphere of gay Bangkok in the mid-1970s.

There were only a few Caucasian men in the city who would go on a string-that’s what we called taking one guy after another in a session. Mostly young Thai men did this-and usually effeminate ones. Thanks to the conditioning of the Indian doctor, I was an American who, under controlled circumstances, would do so. And most who flocked to me said they appreciated that I wasn’t limp wristed and effecting the pretense of being female.

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Rodney-insisting to go by Rod-was a Marine guard at the embassy. I passed him there, standing guard in the embassy’s foyer, a couple of times a week. But where I knew him from was as someone else who played tennis on Saturday mornings and afternoons with me, some other embassy men, and high-ranking Thai military officers at the Thai Military Academy compound adjacent to the American embassy complex on Wireless Road. We played in that venue as much for the business of diplomacy-the contact with high-ranking military officers in a nation that was having a military coup every two years or so-as much as the exercise. The exercise was good, though. The Bangkok climate is sweltering hot. We’d go through a couple of two-liter bottles of Coke each during the three or four hours we were at it. The fat would boil off of us and flow away in the sweat. Everyone who participated was hardbodied; most of them were beautiful to boot.

We played shirtless and in skimpy shorts. I liked the way Rod looked. He obviously liked the way I looked too, as he propositioned me. Pretty straightforward and bald about it, he was, which I learned was a trademark of his. He thought the world of himself, of his own looks, and he assumed everyone else did too. He was fucking one of the Thai colonels there. Neither of them made much of a secret of it. This was Bangkok in the mid-1970s. Thai men tended to be at least bi, taking their pleasures where they could get them. The colonel had propositioned me, too, but was disappointed to learn that I wanted my sex the same way he did. I didn’t tell my embassy mentors of this proposition, as the colonel was so well positioned in the Thai military hierarchy that they would have wanted to me somehow accept his proposition and do what pleased him to establish the contact. My supervisors didn’t mind my activities as long as they served their needs when they saw the need.

In fact, at length, my Saturday tennis activities became a professional duty for me and I did hook up with high-ranking Thai military officers who I could use while being used by hem.

I turned Rod down-politely. By then I was accustomed to the proposition. I’d gotten them before coming to Bangkok, where I had only slowly learned to identify them as such. After arriving in Bangkok, they came left and right and weren’t usually disguised well in a conversation that could be gracefully exited. But at that point I had not yet been cornered in a gym sauna by the sensuous hands and mesmerizing voice of a crafty Indian doctor, taken home by him, turned on explosively to my latent desires, stripped of my male-on-male virginity, and fucked to ejaculation repeatedly in every position imaginable. Through his weeks of conditioning my defenses were worn down over multiple sessions to the point that he could bring in other men and I’d open my legs and roll up my pelvis for a succession of them in a single sex session.

Rod was a cute blond with a buzz cut. Only about five foot six, but all body-builder muscle. He had tattoos, the military ones the Marines liked before they banned tattoos altogether. And he strutted around like a bantam rooster. It was his lack of height, I think that is what made him so cocky; he was trying to compensate. That’s sort of a type of U.S. Marine-guys of that type often try to join the Marines to compensate for size. And not just in height. That type tends to have small cocks too. In his case, he might have been not quite five inches long-but he was a good two inches thick. I knew that, because that was how he propositioned me that first time. We were taking a break under a straggly tree next to the tennis court, which accorded just about all the shade there was to have, and he just leaned over me, pushed the front of his shorts down to below his balls, and said. “Willy’s hard for you. Let’s go someplace after tennis today.” And he was hard, but not impressively so.

That was his form of directness. He had assumed I was available, because in those days so many were. I just wasn’t yet-at least not that week. I think his proposition, though, is what helped weaken me when the Indian doctor put his hand on my cock in a sauna a couple of weeks later, making me come for the first time with a man, and, showing me a much more impressive cock, cast a spell on me with his mesmerizing voice that drew me onto the examination table of his home office with its stirrups and cuffs-and its progressively more complex sexual experiences and demands to give up my every sexual inhibition.

The Marine, Rod, just blew it off when I politely told him I didn’t swing that way. A couple of months later, though, when he was cruising the pool at an all-male nude pool party and saw me being fucked, he was a bit more miffed. The party was being thrown at the house of a U.S. Army officer working for JUSMAG, the U.S. military advisory group to the Thai military, who I knew because we were both involved in an expatriate theater group, as was Rod, who was a stage hand there. By this time, I had already been picked up by a big, black JUSMAG major, with a body-builder’s physique and a monster cock. To this day, when I think of well fucked, my mind goes to my black major, and when Rod saw me that day, I was already fucking around, but I was a captive of this major’s cock. One thing about the Indian doctor, his indoctrination program moved fast.

I was on my shoulder blades on a chaise lounge. The black major was standing, his legs straddling the sides of the lounger. He was gripping my butt cheeks in his hands and had pulled my pelvis up to his. My feet also were on the patio tiles next to the lounger and my body arched up to the black major, my feet rocking back and forth on the warm tiles to the rhythm of the fuck. His cock was stroking my channel in long, deep slides. (Thinking back on the teachings of the Indian doctor, I knew this to be a variation on the Kamasutra position of The Stem. I would have told the black major this, but I knew that he wanted to think that all of these positions were of his own invention.) And I was gazing up into his handsome face with glazed eyes. A small group had gathered to watch a master cocker in action; most were pulling on their cocks. I wasn’t turning my face to them very often, wondering who was next, though. There was no gang-banging following the major. He fucked for an hour or so and wanted at least two ejaculations-I would get more-before he stopped. There was never much left of me for anyone else after one of those sessions. I heard my name and looked up, into the angry eyes of Rod, the Marine. He just gave me a withering look, muttered, “Fuck you later,” and walked off.

Later was after closing one evening the next week on a platform on the stage at the Bhirasri Institute, the facility that the expatriate theater group used for its plays.

For Rod, a fuck was all about him. I let him fuck me that first time out of curiosity, a sense of “what the hell, it’s just a fuck” attitude that was prominent in Bangkok in that period, and because I saw nothing good in having one of the embassy’s Marine guards angry at me.

“Yes your hole can take it. I’m not too thick for you if you want to take it-and you will take it, because you’re not leaving here until you do. Move here, like this. Willy wants this angle.”

Of course my hole can take it, jackass, I thought. The major is just as thick as you are-a hell of a lot longer too. And do you see me running for the exits at the sight of your short little “Willy”? Who got you to calling it that juvenile name anyway?

“Willy” wanted to take fast, shallow, rabbit-punch strokes just to the prostate. (So, who cared what my channel wanted?) His cocking was like a jackhammer. He had power, I’ll give him that, and as long as he was making it to the prostate, I wasn’t going to complain. He held my legs up and together with fists grabbing my ankles while he fucked me missionary style. I’m sure he held my legs together to tighten my hole and accentuate the effect inside me of his thick cock. No working me with his hands, which were imprisoning my ankles. He was looking down at the jabbing of his cock in my entrance, very pleased with the job he was doing. Everything was concentrated on the pleasure of his cock-and of his image of himself. He fit the description of a bantam rooster perfectly. Arrogant little bastard.

I’ll admit, though that, for variety, I liked his cocking-that and as long as the body was hard and well muscled, they could take me any way they wanted to. He was body-builder hard. Not many pistoned hard like a jackrabbit to a depth of just four inches or so (although I have seen that since in porn videos occasionally). I think being only a bit longer than that four inches, he liked the sensation of not all of his cock being able to go into the hole-like he could pretend it was a mammoth length or something.

No pretty talk once he got started. All business of what pleased him. Taking what he wanted with a thick cock and a beautiful body as if by right, ejaculating in great globs of cum near the surface (condoms were considered sissy in those days), and just pulling out and strutting away, whether or not I’d come, leaving me panting, with my legs flopping open to the sides. It was all over in seven or eight minutes. I hadn’t come. He didn’t give a shit whether I came or not.

The first time, I thought he didn’t like the fuck. But the next night, after theater practice, he wanted it again. Just like the first time.

“Move your ass to this position; role your hips up more; it’s a good angle for Willy.”

And he kept pestering me thereafter. It was no big deal saying yes. I let all of the male actors and stage hands who wanted to but who weren’t exclusive bottoms themselves fuck me-as did most of the others with each other. In his case, though, I savored the victory of him doing the asking for sex. I never begged it from him; his body was good but the cocking was nothing special. And it was I, not him, with ultimate control after that first time. Knowing he was going to come quickly and then leave, I wouldn’t go with him again unless he embraced me closely with his muscled body with his fingers moving inside my passage until I had jacked myself off. Only then could he fuck me. He refused to suck me or to do the jacking himself. He actually seemed to like fingering me while I jacked off (since he continued to ask me for it). His ejaculation then legitimately was the closing curtain. I think he was self-conscious about being a fast ejaculator. As far as I know, he didn’t rebuild fast, so that one time was what there was going to be-but he produced enough cum for three times. As a Marine, I think he saw his size and lack of stamina as substandard.

Did his length matter to me? Certainly not as much as it seemed to matter to him. The size of a cock only mattered to me if it was extraordinarily long-and then more if it also was thick. Other than that, it didn’t matter to me at all. And I wasn’t moved by the physicality of the length and thickness, really, as much as by the emotional sense that something that size was possessing me-and that I was taking it all. If a huge cock just jabbed four inches inside me like Rod’s did, its size meant nothing to me. When a guy had a long cock, I insisted on taking it all inside me.

When the length mattered, it was because I could feel it deep inside me, and I could feel my bush mingling with his, knowing he had put it all inside me-that’s when I had the emotional high of being totally taken. The black major did that for me. He was both extraordinarily long and thick, and he fucked me deep. And he knew I soared to the feel of the depth of him inside me. Bush would entwine with bush, and he’d loosen his embrace of me and let my torso relax back with his arm supporting the small of my back, me panting, and literally purring, letting my arms just dangle down onto the mattress and my head flop back, all of my senses going to my gut. He’d hold for a full minute, maybe more, letting the pleasure of him deep inside me roll over me in waves. And then he would start short stroking, deep, and I would start to moan and jabber, and he’d pull me back to his chest and move into the long, deep stroking. This was heaven if the cock was long and thick. And any bottom who doesn’t say they prefer it this way is, I think, full of crap.

Of course I’d tell any man I was with, who wasn’t obviously small, that he was deep inside me. I’ve never met a man who didn’t want to hear that. If he was small, I just made sure he knew how to reach my prostate, and then I’d please him by shuddering at him working that and clutching him close to me. He had to be well muscled, though. Skinny or heavy only worked when the cock was oversized and he knew how to use it to best advantage.

The Indian doctor wasn’t thick, but he was among the longest I’ve had, and his cock was evil. His cock had the flexibility of a snake. I felt he could almost reach my stomach with it, but it was the other things it did inside me that had me charmed and kept me coming to the Indian doctor-and for the Indian doctor-long after I knew that his hold over me was evil. He could slap my channel walls with it or caress them as my moaning directed him, or revolve it inside me so that it rubbed against the channel walls in revolving succession, and he could make me come just with the sensation that the head of it was latched onto my prostate and sucking it hard. Now, after all these years, I think he was drugging the drinks he gave me before we fucked and that, with me in a mild hallucinatory state, he was whispering in my ear what his cock was doing inside me, and I was taking that for reality. Whatever the circumstance, he had me in thrall, until he released me for some reason, a magnet for men who wanted other men and conditioned to be an easy slut, into a hedonist city.

The bantam rooster, cocksure Marine guard, Rodney, was reassigned from Bangkok a couple of months after he started with me. I didn’t miss him.

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What the first time that the Marine fucked me on my back on a platform on the Bhirasri stage provides in connection with the multiple partner theme of this remembrance is what happened after he pulled out of me and just strutted off, leaving me uncompleted.

The Marine had just left me, flopped out on my back all askew, panting, and my legs spread open from the release of his ankle hold, buzzed by the pistoning of a thick cock inside the entrance of a tightened hole and by the three strong spurts of his cum up into my channel-but not completed myself. Within seconds, a tall Thai guy I never saw again and who likely had been watching, and stripped while he did so, slipped in from the shadows and finished me with a long cock squishing through the still-warm cum the Marine left inside me. A thin, lithe, berry-brown body-good muscle tone, though, which most Thai men have because they are manual laborers-torso covered with blue tribal tattoos. The proverbial Thai smile of “everything’s just fine; you’ll like this.” And I did.

He whispered to me in Thai-maybe asking for permission, maybe telling me he couldn’t resist, maybe admonishing me for being a slut and telling me I needed to be punished. I don’t know what he said; unfortunately I didn’t speak Thai. As long as he was going to finish me-and do a good job of it-I didn’t care. He showed every indication that’s what he was going to do. Whatever he had said didn’t prevent him from gently taking hold of my ankles again, raising and spreading my legs, and taking a long, long slide into me that had me arching my back and burbling my pleasure and acceptance of a second cock within barely a minute.

He smiled, knowing by how I groaned and clutched his waist with my hands, holding him to me, that I wanted him inside me.

Long, slow, deep strokes, me coming first-and second-but not right away, and him later, deep inside-again, condoms weren’t thought necessary there yet, and fuck strings were fairly common, more than one guy in succession. He fucked me longer than the Marine had-some half an hour of “this is what a fuck should be.” He released my legs and let me dig my heels into the wood surface of the platform and raise my pelvis to him for an even deeper reach of the cock. He ran his hands over my torso and gave me nipple play. He even let me suck on his thumb while he slow-stroked me. The minutes clicked by. He stroked my cock, making me hard again-for him. But it was about both of us, not just him. He playing my body with his hands and his cock. He raised my pelvis to his face, palming my buttocks, taking my cock in his mouth and sucking me to a second ejaculation.

He lowered my pelvis and slid into me again, still hard, still long, still making me moan with pleasure.

Maybe what he had said at the beginning was, “Sorry about that little bastard. Let me show you how it’s done.” Because he was doing a great job of showing how it’s done well.

He squeezed my knees with his hands and moved them in and out with the rhythm of the stroke like I first experienced with the Indian doctor. That was pretty much a Bangkok technique that I haven’t encountered much since then. I found it arousing, and in later years I asked my Lebanese lovers to do it-I would work my pelvis to the rhythm too. In the circumstances, I thought that was hot-even with him just pulling out and melting into the shadows again after ejaculating, retrieving some cum from inside me, and, giving me a smile, taking it to his lips.

I thought I’d see him again-and maybe experience him again-but I never did. He knew how to give and receive pleasure in a fuck. I occasionally thought about the encounter for months thereafter-until other memorable fucks caused it to recede into the recesses of my brain to only recently resurface by way of having my memory jogged by photographs.

Did I think twice at the time about letting a Thai stranger come in for a second fuck on the stage of an otherwise deserted theater? No, I didn’t. What I thought about was wanting to have him inside me again. Would I do this today at that age, knowing what I know now-both the Marine and the Thai stranger (I won’t even begin to think about the Indian doctor)? The Marine maybe-with a condom. The Thai stranger, probably not. Multiple partners in a string? Probably not that either.

But those were hedonist days in Bangkok, and, who knows, perhaps they still are today. A friend recently sent me a link to Internet pictures of the Bhirasri Institute in Bangkok-the photographs mentioned above. It was an art gallery as well as a theater. It’s now unused, blocked off with a chain-link fence and derelict, covered with trash. I looked at current satellite photographs of Bangkok and found that the compound with the pool where the JUSMAG officer held those male-only nude pool parties is now the location of a high-rise hotel (with, perhaps, just as much sex going on in its rooms as went on at that pool on a Sunday afternoon).

I wonder who is fucking who in Bangkok today, where, and with how many partners?

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FANTASTIC MIKE – Part 2 Written by Bill Hudley

As past one ended…..

“Sure we can do this again, just don’t wait for six months to go by again. you’re an amazing bottom David. AMAZING!”

“Umm…I’m thinking more along the lines of 6 hours from now Mike. Think we can make the earth move again.” David said as he cuddled up against me.

“No, even in six hours we won’t make the earth move babe, but we can sure rattle the furniture around. Since it’s the weekend…maybe you ought to stay over tonight. I kinda like the thought of waking you spooned to your backside. Making love early in the morning starts a day off right. That okay with you Dave?”

“Yes, that’s more than okay with me. That means more kissing and the kissing is almost as good as the fucking…but the fucking was absolutely fantastic Mike….hmm…that’s it…your new nickname…Fantastic Mike!”

PART – 2 David didn’t stay away 6 months this time when he left. He’s spent every night for the past two weeks in my bed with his heels in the air. We’re a pretty good match for fucking…we haven’t had time to try and get acquainted out of the bedroom because the guy just can’t get enough cock up his butt. I’m losing steam here too. I’m six years older than him and I don’t recharge as fast as I once did. Especially when I’m pounding his sweet little butt every night. We haven’t gotten around to him fucking me yet, the greedy little shit.

I told him last night that I needed a night off, and that his butt could use some time off too. We don’t want to get you so loose that you can’t feel a cock up there. The look on his face when I said that was priceless. What? He asked.

“Well Davey, you know how tight and quick a new car is but then with a few thousand miles it begins to rattle and shake. It loosens up, isn’t tight anymore.

That can happen to us guys too, back there. We have to do butt exercises to keep those pretty little butt cheeks tight and firm. There are exercised we can do to keep your chute tight too.”

I was enjoying this, he actually looked scared that he wouldn’t be able to feel my cock inside him.

“But all wouldn’t be lost, Davey, there’s still your mouth.” I said trying not to laugh.

I’m just winding him up a bit. We do need to slow down a bit or at least I do. I’ve told him that it won’t bother me if he goes out with someone else sometimes, I don’t own him. I wouldn’t mind being his steady guy, really I’d prefer it, but it’ll have to be him saying he wants that. I’d really like that, I’ve grown to like him and man on man is he a good fuck. An E ride all the way.

Along about seven pm the phone rang and it was David wanting to know if maybe I had changed my mind about having sex tonight. I had to laugh.

“No Davey, I really do need the rest. But if you’re interested, we could go out to eat, catch a movie or do something other that falling in bed. We don’t have to jump in the sack every time we see each other.”

“Really? You’d want me around even if we’re not doing the nasty.”

“Yes, Really! You’re growing on me Davey, I kinda like having you around.”

“So you want to go to a movie or rent a DVD?”

“We better go to the movie, with a DVD we’ll quit watching it and be making out all night.”

“Jeez Mike…that sounds like a lot more fun than watching a movie, don’t cha think?”

“A days rest will be good for us. My poor little cock is sore babe.”

“There’s no way your cock can be described as ‘little,’ let alone ‘poor’, I know it’s the only one I’ve ever seen up close but trust me Mike it’s perfect for me.”

I smiled at him then…

“Yeah, well I feel the same about your cute little rear end David, it’s just perfect for me.”

We ate at a local Steak House, featuring aged beef from the Kansas City Steak Company. We both had the 12 ounce filet with all the trimmings. The steaks were perfectly prepared.

I asked him to tell me about his brother Don and that I’d like to meet him. He told me that Don was single for now, he’d been in a long relationship but they broke up a few months ago.

“Are you to identical or fraternal twins and did you and your brother ever do anything sexual together growing up.” I asked

David flushed deep red.

“I…uh…oh jeez…we…uh yeah, we did, it started with us jerking off then he started sucking my cock. I tried…but back then I couldn’t do it.”

“What about now, could you do it now?”

“WHAT!…suck cock? Yeah I can sure suck yours…but with my brother…are you kidding me….me have sex with my twin…I don’t think so.”

“Okay…I was just wondering what a three way with gorgeous twins would be like, it’s no big deal.”

“You mean Don, you and me…having sex…the three of us…together?”

“Yeah, that’d be a hot scene, me fucking you, him fucking me…I’d be in the middle of a Dyer boys Twin sandwich. Think how many variations we could do with three of us.”

“You’d like that? he asked.

“Oh yeah, two of you would be double the fun.

“Well we are identical. Don is versatile but like me, he prefers to bottom.” David replied.

I groaned aloud thinking of fucking one twin and sucking off the other.

“I wonder if I could handle two of you Davey.”

“We know for sure you can handle me….and by the way Mike…if we ever do the three-way with Don, I’ve got dibs on your cock, Mike. You fuck me first, then move on to Don.”

“The idea of me being a ‘Mike sandwich,’ me plugging you and your twin plugging me turns me on Davey, why don’t we take him out to dinner and we sound him out on the idea. He may not even like me, you never know.”

“He’s my twin Mike, I know him. Don will get one look and you and we’ll have to tie his legs to his chair while we’re eating. He’ll get them in the air first chance he gets when he sees you. Trust me mike, he’ll like you just fine.”

“This Twin talk sorta gets me horned up Davey, maybe we might need to go back to the bedroom at my place, you feel up to a little bit of playing around?”

“Waiter, Check please.” David called out to the waiter across the room.

I laughed.

“David, you may be the most cock hungry man I’ve ever met.”

He turned to me, with a very serious look and said.

“When are you ever going to get it Mike. I like your big fat cock, but it’s the big lug that it’s attached to that turns my crank. It’s you Mike. Having your big, ripped body on me is pure heaven. Then you put that cock in me and send me off to never, never land. I might make it okay without your cock in me, but I know I’d never make it if you weren’t around. It’s Mike Costa that keeps me coming back here.”

Oh boy…how am I gonna handle this? Sure I like the guy…more than anyone before even…and I suppose I could be happy settling down with him…but he’s young and just learning what Man to Man sex is all about, he’s not ready for just one guy yet.

Back at my place, we switched, I bottomed for David. He’d never topped and really wasn’t sure he wanted to but I convinced him to do it for me. I told him he could watch TV while I get myself ready for him. I’ve been wanting to ride his pretty seven incher since I first measured it with my throat. Just thinking about it has me twitching and itching deep inside.

We started with me on my stomach which confused him a bit. I guess he thought that on his back was the only way because that’s what I like and the way that he learned to take my cock. He got excited laying on top of me and wound up with my cheeks spread wide and his face as far up my ass as he could get, eating me out like a pro. It’s the first time for us, either his brother giving him lessons or he’s going to porn class every night in his bed. David knows how to eat a butt really well. Once he had me lubed and ready he pushed and went about halfway in, then stopped.

“Jeezus Mike, you’re so hot inside. Like a furnace, ohmigod this is wonderful.”

He pushed farther and soon he was grinding against my pelvis. I’m groaning like the slut I truly am, circling my hips, arching up to meet his grind, David is panting and his facial expressions tell me he’s amazed at the feelings in his cock head. I see his eyes close as he settles into the rhythm of the fuck. His hips go on automatic, a man is born knowing how to fuck, how to sow our seed, fucking is our job. Men practice and play with our cocks as much as we can, so we can always be ready when it’s time to fuck.

By now, David is jackhammering my butt to the mattress. The kid is good; at the first opportunity, I catch him off balance and I roll us over, me on top at last sitting on his glorious, hard cock. He moans as I wiggle and settle every possible centimeter of his cock into my butt. I leaned down and kissed him hard and told him to hold on to the sides of the bed, things are gonna get wild in here.

I started slow but riding his cock was foremost in my mind. I started with my hips, fucking him a bit faster. Each few minutes I increased the speed until he closed his eyes and just let me ride his cock. Damn this man is a good fuck, either way, top or bottom, David is spectacular at making love…well let’s say at fuicking…we haven’t cooled off enough as yet to get down to some serious sex. Making love sex. I don’t do it often and it’s been a long while since there was anyone to make love to. But now here’s David, I can make love with him, He’s the best sex partner I’ve ever had, bar none, that will be easy ’cause on one level I’m already desperately in love with him, but I can’t let him know it. He’s just getting started, and doesn’t even know what he wants as yet.

I mentally shook myself. Jeezus…stop thinking, Mike! Enjoy what this kid is doing to you!

Oh yeah…my hips are a blur as I fuck his cock deep into my ass. Jeez it feels good, just as slight movement gets me stroking my prostate with every thrust. My cum oozes continually from stroking my prostate, it lies pooled in the ab ridges of his stomach, too soon, we’re both ready to blow. I feel his body tense and were thrown into orgasm together. David’s handsome face contorted by his passion, his torso covered with my spunk from his cock massaging my prostate, I had a personal best for me while being fucked, no orgasm had ever been like that one. A nut like no other. Nirvana!. I fell across David, sliding to one side in the pool of my own cum on his abs. We slept.

I woke to the smell of coffee brewing, I looked at my bedside clock and saw that it’s almost 9:00 am on a Saturday Morning. Still sleepy, staggered my way to the kitchen and saw David sitting at the table, his phone in his hand and he had a weird expression that I hadn’t seen before. When he looked up at me he grinned and rolled his eyes.

“What?” I asked.

“Mike, do you have any idea how hot you look when you’re naked. I’m already hard again. Jeeze…wanna go back to bed for a while mister?”

“COFFEE! Quick.” I said as reached up and took a cup from the cabinet.

“Oww! Jeez, my but is sore Davey.”

“It’s no wonder you cock slut! It was my cock inside you but you were the one doing the fucking…as usual! How in hell can you move your hips so fast. from the look on your face while we were doing it, I gotta try riding your fat cock next time.”

As I walked by him he stuck out his arm and pulled me close as he sat in the chair, I quickly set my cop on the table and let him put an arm around my butt and his cheek against my abdomen, then he hugged me to him. I cradled his head with my hand and arm.

“You were wonderful last night Davey. It was the best orgasm I’ve ever had while being fucked. You are terrific.”

“Mike, I called Don and he wants to know when we can do this three-way you want?”

“You really don’t want to do it do you David?”

“I’ve always been upfront with you Mike. I don’t lie, even to make someone I care for greatly happy. I’ll do the three-way but…it’s my fucked up crazy mind. I just don’t to share you with anyone else. I know it’s crazy and old fashioned. You can hook up with whomever you please, I know I have no ties to you. So when do I tell Don to come over?”

I moved and sat down at the table facing him. I looked into his eyes and he seemed so sad.

“David, you know I’ve told you that you need to experience other men, find out what it is that your truly like. I don’t want to be the one to make you miss out on the fun you can have. You’re so handsome and nicely built, guys will mob you when you go into a club. Don’t you want to experience that.”

“Not if it means not being with you. I’ve told you before that it isn’t that wonderful cock of yours or how you use it. It’s you Mike Costa! You big dope. It’s you I want, and it’s you I love. There, I’ve said it. I know you don’t want that kind of relationship but I can’t help it. You keep trying to push me away…get me to experience others, well to hell with others, none of them is you!”

He stood up so quickly his chair tumbled over backwards. In just a few seconds he came out of the bedroom, jeans on with a shirt and shoes in his hands.

“David! You don’t have to leave!”

“That’s the problem Mike…I do have to go…we want different things.”

“David! SIT AND LISTEN! You’re not leaving here until you’ve heard me out.”

“I don’t want to lock you into a situation you’ll regret later. Being actively gay is all new to you. That’s why I’ve kept saying that you should see other men. I’ve always had flings, brief encounters where the one guy is a steady for a few weeks then it’s over, he moves on to someone new. I’ve never been with just one person as long as you and I have been seeing each other before, and I don’t want you to leave me now.

Saying the ‘L’ word doesn’t come easy for me. All my life when I began to feel that emotion for someone, I begin pushing them away, afraid to let myself go there. I’ve only known less than five relationships that have worked, where both parties are content and happy. It’s a crap shoot, some are lucky, others are not for various reasons.

If you remember, I started pushing you toward others about two weeks after you came back after the divorce. I knew then. Look David. Here’s what we’ll try if you’re willing. First off, call Don and tell him the three-way is off. Tell him you and I are going to enter into a committed, monogamous partnership. Tell him I’m in love with his brother.”

He dropped his shoes and shirt and nearly leaped into my arms. My body trembles all over when I wrapped my arms about him.

“I do love you David, I have for a while now. We’ll do this your way. The sex part was the easiest. Now the living and loving together gets harder, but if we both want it and work at it. We can be very happy. I’m guessing that you’re okay with us being partners and lovers.”

While I was happy that we would now begin a new phase in our relationship, there was a dread, deep down of ‘what will I do when he leaves me?” It’s happened before and I can only hope that David will be different. There’s nothing to do but either play it safe and stay aloof, changing to new partners like buying new clothes or buck up and take the risk, put my heart on the line and be in love. My basic nature is to be optimistic but when the heart is involved optimism can quickly turn to fear.

So David and I enter a new phase, if he isn’t genuine in his feelings and emotions, he is a very good actor. I have to trust him if I’m to continue loving him. It is an exhilarating feeling to have the object of my desire to so obviously desire me. Who knows where we’ll go from here, I can only hope that it will be together.

the end…

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“I’m going to take you to the Darling tonight.”

I froze. I’d been chatting with three other guys on the sectional sofa in the conversation pit, not even aware that the major had reentered the house. I was studiously avoiding thinking of where he was. Otherwise I wouldn’t have been in this conversation group at all. I normally tried to stay well away from these three. The three pansies we had termed them behind their backs-all three of the limp-wristed type, all affiliated in some way with the music and theater world of the expatriate community in Thailand, even though two of them were Thai. They only went with men as a threesome, joined at the hip. There were men here, though, who enjoyed the novelty of having three at a time. I wasn’t one of them. And, thank god, neither was the major. As far as I knew.

I didn’t keep track of who the major was fucking. He wasn’t the kind who wanted anyone hanging on him like that. As long as he was fucking me, I just let that question be. The major. That’s what we all called him then, and now, decades later, I no longer can recall what his real name was, even though Thailand was not the last post where we met up.

“I’m going to take you to the Darling tonight,” he said in that rich baritone voice of his, as I looked down to see the strong, chocolate-brown hand he had rested on my forearm. He had leaned down to speak in my ear. I looked up into the eyes of the three pansies. Their litany of whining complaints and snippy gossip had been interrupted and they were all staring beyond my head, over my shoulder, at the heavily muscled barrel chest tapering down to the flat, hard belly and slim waist of the major’s. He had come to the party in just low-slung jeans and sandals, knowing that all eyes would follow him around the room. I suspect he’d done that this evening because he’d planned what he was going to say to me-what he was going to do with me-and he wanted me to know that if I didn’t go with him, he could have his pick of nearly every other man at the party.

He also, I’m sure, knew how aroused I’d be just to see him walk into the room-and to know that he fucked me.

I saw the eyes of the three pansies slit, almost as if in unison, and their sharp little tongues flicking out to wet their lips in arousal and, could it be, in some remembrance of shared experience. Yes, it could, I guessed. I wanted to think that the major wouldn’t have been interested in them, but I claimed no knowledge-or hold-over what the major liked or had done beyond putting his brand on me. I had visions of him fucking all three of them, in quick succession, if only for the variety and exercise that entailed.

“Yes, if that’s what you want,” I whispered.

“That’s what I want,” he murmured, running his hands into the deep arm holes of the athletic T I was wearing and cupping my pecs. I leaned my head back onto his sternum and turned my face up to him as he kissed me with those thick, sensuous lips. When I tilted my head back down, I saw that the three pansies were hanging on every movement, their envy barely shielded. I heard a collective sigh as he stood, pulling his hands back from my chest.

“One more drink and we’ll leave,” he said. And then he was gone.

“If that’s what you want,” I repeated. But he was already gone, and the three pansies were already leaning into each other, pointedly ignoring me, and resuming their gossiping.

He had won. The major had beaten me. It had been a three-month struggle, but he’d finally gotten me to agree to go to the Darling with him. This was the first time he’d flatly told me I was going to go there with him. It’s probable that, if he had said it in declarative earlier, I would have obediently agreed. I doubt I could ever flatly say no to a command from the major. He fucked me like no one had ever done before-nor, as far as I can remember, ever since. He was built like a horse, was a power driver, and was so strong that he manipulated me like I was a rag doll. And I loved muscular, demanding black men.

He’d always phrased it as a question before, and I had begged off, for what I thought were good reasons. But tonight it was a declaration, and, coming on the heels of the news he’d given me earlier out on the terrace by the pool, I couldn’t say no.

“I’ve gotten my orders,” he’d said. “It’s back Stateside.”

I paused for a few moments for that to sink in. He was holding me in his arms, and I’m sure he could feel me trembling. I had his jeans unbuttoned and was giving him a hand job, assuming he’d take me to one of the loungers around the pool and fuck me. We wouldn’t be the only ones doing it. He liked to fuck publicly. He liked having an audience gather around him while he was showing his prowess and displaying that thick ten-by-two incher of his. And I didn’t mind it when it was him-but only him. With him, I was aroused at the thought of all those men gathered around us, wishing that they were getting what I was getting.

I unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts and pushed them and my briefs down to my ankles. I didn’t want to think about what he said. If I didn’t react to it, maybe it wouldn’t be true. I didn’t know what I’d do in Bangkok without him. Well, I’d continue to find big men to fuck me, of course. There was no shortage of offers. But for nearly a year he’d been at the base of those I coupled with. I compared all of the men I went with to him, and all had come up shorter or thinner, or with less drive or inferior technique. I lifted a leg and hooked it on his hip. I used the hand I’d been jacking him off with to move his cock to below my ball sack. I moaned as his cock head rubbed across my perineum.

“Fuck me here, standing,” I murmured.

“Did you hear me? I have ongoing orders. I’ll be leaving Bangkok.”

“I always thought I’d be the first to go,” I answered. “Agency tours are shorter than those in the military.”

“I know,” he answered. His hands were palming my buttocks. I thought he was going to do as I asked. Just lift me up and set me on his cock, standing. If he did that, I would arch back toward the terrace, palming the rocky surface with my hands, giving those inside the house, beyond the wide glass doors, the full effect of the fuck-his rippling chest muscles in full view, his straining arm muscles holding my pelvis to him as he fucked down into me. That would please him and those in the house too-and thus, I would be pleased as well. And I could try to dismiss what he’d said from my mind.

He wouldn’t go farther toward taking me right there and then, though. He just held me there, motionless, against his chest.

“You know there’s something I want you to do with me. I’ll be leaving soon. I will be disappointed if I leave without that. It could be your farewell present to me.”

“The Darling. You want to bring that up again.”

He just gazed at me, expectantly, until I broke down and spoke again.

“We’ve discussed this before. It’s too close . . . and it’s one thing with you, but with another-“

“It’s what I want.”

I broke away from him then, pulled my shorts up, and retreated into the house. Everyone else I walked by was coupling up already, so I had nowhere to go to fold into a conversation-except for the conversation pit. The three pansies had taken up residence there and no one had come by yet to take them all, giggling and wiggling their butts, up the stairs to the bedroom level. I sat on the sofa near them and turned my attention-or pretended to-toward them. They, in turn, pretended that I was part of their conversation. They didn’t try too hard, though. They saw me as competition. I wouldn’t be taking them upstairs, but the next man who drifted over sniffing for some tail, might choose me instead of them.

The minutes ticking by without anything happening-especially since I had no idea at all what I wanted to happen-were excruciating. Even though I couldn’t see him, since I had pointedly positioned my back to the door out onto the terrace, my mind was trying to trace where the major was, what he was doing. Had he, out of pique, decided to punish me by pointing to another man and pinning him to a lounge cushion with his cock? If so, most of the men at the party would have gone with him with a smile and a sigh. And, if so, I would deserve it.

I had what I thought were good reasons for my reluctance. The Darling was too close to my apartment-at the head of Soi 12 Sukhumvit. My apartment was farther down the same street. There was only one entrance into Soi 12, and it went right by the forecourt of the Darling. Every time I walked home from the embassy, I had to pass the Darling. And nearly every time I did, there were both men and women out in front of the Darling, soliciting. I would be recognized in the Darling, I had every reason to presume. Beyond that, there was what the major wanted me to do in the Darling. It was one thing to let him fuck me in public-I had become accustomed to that and even, now, was aroused by that. What he wanted in the Darling, though, was something entirely different.

So deep in thoughtful concern was I that I didn’t hear him approach.

“I am going to take you to the Darling tonight.”

He was leaning over me on the sofa in the conversation pit.

“Yes, if that’s what you want.”

* * * *

He obviously had thought ahead. A black Mercedes with tinted windows was outside the house when we left. He handed me into the backseat and climbed in beside me. He said nothing to the driver, who apparently already knew where we were going.

As we drove across Bangkok in traffic that still, this late in the evening, was door handle to door handle on the clogged streets, the major put an arm around my back, tilted my head to his with his other hand, and took me into a kiss with those thick lips of his. His hand moved down to the waistband of my shorts. He unbuttoned and unzipped me and pulled my half-hard cock out.

I whimpered for him, moaning a “please,” that he knew was not a request for him to stop.

His hand dipped farther down, his fingers moving between my thighs and across my perineum, the tips of his middle finger coming to rest on the rim of my hole. I rolled my hips up to give him better purchase and sighed. One of my hands involuntarily went down and covered the back of his hand, holding him there, wanting him inside me.

He buried the fist of his other hand in my hair and pulled my head back. His face was very close to mine. I knew what he wanted now. He wanted to watch the expression on my face change while he had his way with me.

I heard him grunt, and recognizing that he didn’t want me to reach for him in this instance, I just relaxed, took my hand away from his, and let him play my body. He always wanted to be in full control.

As he slowly worked first one and then two and, finally, three fingers into my channel, I ached to put my hand on my engorging cock and stroke it to relief. But I knew he wouldn’t want that and would brush the hand away-and in doing so would have to pull his fingers out of me. I didn’t want him to do that.

I began to moan and move my pelvis on his hand as his middle finger found and began to play my prostate.

“Please, daddy,” I moaned. “Let me ride you.”

“Later,” he said.

I groaned as he continued to play me.

“Please. My cock. Let me . . .”

That was the signal he was waiting for. He withdrew his fingers from my hole and wrapped his fist tightly around my cock and slow pumped me until I gave a little cry, tightened up, and ejaculated.

He gave a low, throaty laugh and lowered his lips to my cock and cleaned me up.

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The Mercedes pulled into the forecourt and almost all the way up to the front door, where the light would have been very dim if it weren’t for the frenetic glow of the orange neon sign flashing over the entrance announcing that we had arrived at the Darling. The driver opened the rear door and the major hustled me quickly from the backseat of the car into the entry, where we were met by a giant of a man who was bare-chested and bare footed and wearing a striped silk sarong around his waist.

“This is Boonsri. I told you about him,” the major told me as the Thai giant turned and ushered us deeper into the bowels of the building.

And indeed the major had told me about Boonsri. Most tend to believe that Thai men are small, willowy figures, and many are. But some are big, heavily muscled men-nearly as stately as the major himself. Boonsri was one of those Thai.

The major had told me several times as he spun out a dream of his that this Boonsri was going to fuck me and the major was going to watch.

We had entered the Darling, the Darling Massage Parlor. In Thailand massage parlors are brothels. If you want minimal massaging leading to sex, you went to a place like the Darling. If you wanted both a good massage and sex, you joined an expensive gym. If you only wanted a good massage, people would wonder why you bothered to come to Thailand at all.

When the major had first told me that he wanted to take me to the Darling and I had begged off, I’d said I would certainly go to a massage parlor with him if that was what he wanted, but it would need to be one other than the Darling. That was too close to home. My wife and children knew as well as I did what happened in the Darling that we all had to pass each time we left our apartment compound or returned to it. But none of us openly discussed what the Darling was all about or wanted to get anywhere close to talking about whether I’d go to such a place-even though it was given as natural that well-heeled Thai men frequented such places even if they were happily married. And I wanted to keep it that way. The first unguarded mention by anyone that they’d seen me at the Darling, and the whole life and career I had so carefully constructed would have collapsed upon itself.

“It has to be the Darling,” he said.

“Why?” I asked.

“Because Boonsri, the man I want to share you with, is at the Darling. He’s indentured there. He can’t go anywhere else.”

“And it has to be him?”

“Oh, yes, it has to be him,” the major had answered.

And here we were. When I saw Boonsri I was even more apprehensive than I’d been when the major had described him in the abstract.

The Thai giant turned and moved into the interior of the windowless building. The major took my elbow in a firm grip, and we followed the slapping sandals and the hem of the striped sarong on the polished wood floor. We were moving toward a room with a bright light and the recorded and amplified sound of a whiny Thai songstress singing to a half-toned stringed instrument. When we walked through the door and into this space, it proved to be yet another corridor. but the walls into the rooms adjoining the corridor were glass panels. On one side of the corridor, behind the glass, erotically clad women were sitting and reclining on couches and primping for a few men standing in the corridor who were, with the help of a Darling attendant, making their choices. In the other glass-fronted room on the other side of the corridor were the minimally dressed men and boys. There were more women than men on offer, and most of the attention in the corridor was focused on them, but a few men were turned toward the window looking in on the men and boys too. On both sides of the corridor, the men and women behind the glass were playing up to the men in the corridor, each vying for attention and selection.

Eyes followed us as we moved through the corridor, with most of them, of course, focused on the major. But not a few of the women and men behind the glass were primping for me as well.

I kept my head down, watching the hem of Boonsri’s sarong as much as I could as we moved through the corridor. I didn’t want anyone to recognize me on the days I walked by the Darling on my way to and from my apartment. The major was sensitive to me on this, and, indeed, seemed to have conveyed the need for stealth to the Thai giant before we arrived.

We went through another door and were in a stair hall. We followed Boonsri up one flight and then half way down another corridor, past a series of closed doors. The sounds coming from behind these doors left little doubt what was happening there. He turned and opened a door looking much like the rest and stood aside, beckoning the major and me to enter a small, mirror-walled room with a massage table in the center and a couple of straight chairs and a table at the side. I began to tremble as I saw that the table had packets of condoms, bottles of lubricant and massage oil, and various sex toys and restraints neatly arranged on the top of it. An alarm clock was also sitting on the table, but, slightly to my surprise, Boonsri didn’t set the timer. This was my first indication that this would not be a rushed assignation.

At Boonsri’s direction, both the major and I stripped down and piled our clothes on the same straight chair. When we turned around, Boonsri had loosened the knot on his sarong, let it fall, and was neatly folding it up as well. I gasped at the sight of his equipment. He was erect, leaving little question what service he would be performing for me-or that he would enjoy doing it.

He motioned for me to climb up on the massage table and lay down on my back. The major took a straight chair, reversed it, and straddled its seat. He folded his arms on the top of the chair’s back, with his cock hanging down the back of the chair under the lowest rung, and urged Boonsri to start the show.

Boonsri was a legitimate masseur and was very good at his job-at all of his jobs: working my muscles, working my throat, and working my channel. He massaged my extremities in a deep-tissue workout and then my chest and torso muscles, relentlessly working his way to the center, and doing it so sensually that I was sighing for him and mellowing out.

As the major sat there and watched, the Thai took possession of my cock with his hand and slow pumped me until I had come for him. Then he pulled me forward on the table, with my head lolling off the edge. He was working my temples with his fingers, nearly putting me to sleep, when I felt the head of his cock at my lips and I opened my mouth and throat to him.

As was the case when I deep-throated the major in this position, I need do nothing but open as wide as possible for him and try not to choke.

He slowly face fucked me until the major requested a change in positions, and then he had me roll over on my front and gave an equally deep-tissue massage, moving toward a conclusion with his greased fingers invading my channel and massaging my prostate to my second coming. I turned my face to the major to see that he was masturbating himself and fully enjoying the performance. Boonsri finished me, taking a good half hour to do so, by climbing the table, straddling my hips, skewering my ass with a thick cock, arching my torso back in a full Nelson hold that pinned my arms above my head, and rocking back and forth to work my channel with his digging cock.

I was moaning and thoroughly exhausted when Boonsri had come and climbed off the table. With a groan, I turned over and started to sit up. But now it was the major’s turn. He rose from his chair, walked over to the table, grabbed my ankles, and split my legs wide, causing me to collapse onto my back. I arched my back and cried out and moaned as he, longer and thicker and more strongly stroking than Boonsri, took me more roughly and completely than the Thai giant had.

The major took his time with me, and as exhausted as I was, I just lay there, tongue lolling, holding my legs as wide as possible to be able to take him, and luxuriated in the fuck of my favorite lover.

I wasn’t in any way angry with the major for wanting to share me and to watch another man fuck me. The major had been good to me, and now he was leaving. Nothing would be the same after that. Anything I could do to show him how I had appreciated what he’d done for, with, and to me, I would do.

When the major was done, having folded me in his arms and rocked me like a baby into his explosive orgasm, I climbed down from the massage table and started to move toward the chair holding my clothes. But the major wrapped his arms around me and leaned me over the table surface. He motioned to Boonsri to return and to slide inside me and resume taking me from the rear. And then the major mounted the table, knelt, forced his knees under my chest and guided his cock between my lips.

I heard him murmur, “We have just begun,” and I moaned in resignation, knowing that he wasn’t lying to me.

* * * *

Six months later, the major still had not shipped out, and I began to suspect that he had made his reassignment orders up just to get me to agree to go to the Darling with him. I never brought the subject up, though. I held my breath and took as much enjoyment as I could from him still being in Bangkok-and with me when he wanted to be.

He never asked me again to go with him to the Darling, however. When he asked me whether I had enjoyed Boonsri’s cocking, I had told him the truth.

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During my address, I mentioned that I was from Tennessee. When the program ended, a gorgeous young man from the audience by the name of Cody approached me indicating he too was from Tennessee before moving West to practice law. His tight black slacks and tight pullover shirt revealed a hunk of a man. His slacks fit tightly around his cute bubble ass; the pants gathered around his crotch showing a very big package; gym pumped quads and calves; his polo shirt revealed an upper athletic body; pumped biceps; chiseled chest; and ribbed stomach. He had dark brown eyes and short curly coal black hair; rather dark tanned body; stood around 5-feet and 11-inches; very distinct set jaw; and a very sexy smile revealing perfect white teeth. I learned that he was 30-years-of-age.

I, on the other hand, towered over him at 6-feet and 3-inches. I have shoulder length well-kept blond hair; blue eyes; light complexion; weigh 190 pounds; and 29-years-of-age. Although a gay man ever since I became aware of sex, I was a virgin when I met Cody.

Cody introduced himself and said: “Trevor, I too am originally from Tennessee. I do not meet many people in Montana from our home state. Are yuo free for dinner so we can share notes about our state? My home town is Knoxville.”

“What a coincident Cody as my home town is also Knoxville. I’d love to have dinner with you.”

“Trevor, why don’t I give you time to freshen up and get a couple hours of rest? I’ll pick you up around 6 PM at your hotel.”

I spent the next two hours horny as hell. Cody was the hottest dude I’d ever seen. Was it possible that he was gay and maybe experienced at the gay life style? Could it be possible that I’d loose my virginity to this hunk? Although I was shy about sex, I’d let him into my pants in an instant. The next two hours seemed like an eternity.

Cody picked me up and took me to a five star restaurant on the shore of a beautiful Montana lake. We had a couple of drinks and a four course meal including a Montana steak along with a chocolate moose for dessert. We shared our experiences growing up in Tennessee.

As we drove back toward my hotel, Cody said: “I understand you are staying in town over the weekend. Since this is Friday evening and I’m not working tomorrow, would you like to come over to my condo for a night cap?”

“Cody, I love the idea. Thanks so much.”

He poured us a gin and tonic as we sat in his den. After a second round of drinks, Cody commented: “Trevor, I hope I’m not out of line. I find you very attractive and sexy. I’m gay. Are you by any chance gay? Earlier tonight you said you did not have a girlfriend and had never dated.”

I began to feel my cock grow and as I became very excited said: “Oh man, I’m gay but a virgin. All night I’ve wondered and hoped you were gay. Cody, I’m so horny and would you show me how to make love to a man? You are so hot.”

Cody gave me a very seductive smile, moved close to me, put his arm around my shoulder, took his other hand and placed it on my crotch touching my stone hard cock.

“Trevor Baby, I can show you steamy hot sex. Since my 18th birthday and during the past 12 years, I’ve had wild sex with a number of hot dudes. Have you ever looked at gay magazines of adult gay movies? What do you want to do first? What sex acts would excite you the most?”

“Yea, Cody, I’ve watched several gay flicks. Although there are lots of choices. I’ve dreamed of sucking a man’s cock and getting my cock sucked until I come. I guess oral sex would be my favorite.”

“No problem buddy. Lets get undressed and we will suck cock all night if you wish. You know that may lead to swallowing another guy’s cum. Have you ever eaten your own jism?”

“No Cody, I’ve never tasted my cum but I think I’m ready with you.”

We began undressing. When we were down to our briefs, I felt very nervous but so ready. Then we took off our briefs. I was rock hard as was Cody. Man he was big. In fact, it turned out that I learned that he had a 11.5-inch python and a shaft the size of a beer can when he said:

“Well don’t get frightened buddy. It is really big. In fact over 11-inches. But I’ll be very gentle and you can suck only as much as you can get down your throat.”

“Oh my god, Cody, that is some man’s cock. WOW, you must be proud of that tool. Has any guy ever been able to deep throat that monster?”

“Yes, I’ve had about five fuck buddies out of some 25 fuck buddies get all it down their throat. Man I love it when some hot mouth can take it all. Let me suck your cock first Trevor and give you a lesson in how to make a man crazy from a hot blowjob.”

Both Cody and me had formed drops of goo on our piss slits that were making our cock heads very shinny.

I got flat on my back on the sofa; Cody got between my now hot sweaty legs; grabbed the base of my steel hard cock and gripped it hard; and lowered his head and buried his mouth and lips in my crotch while his spit soaked my pubic hairs.

He began to kiss and lick my oozing cock head. He took his tongue and spent lots of time licking up and down my vein covered pulsating cock shaft. Next he put my stiff cock between his red lips and used his lips to clamp down hard and hold them there for the longest time. Finally, he began to swallow my 8-inch cock all the way down to the base. After a minute, I felt his lips firmly stretched around my virgin meat. He began a long series of wild swallowing and releasing my cock from his mouth. He was wild with lust to be sucking a virgin cock.

During my years of masturbatory fantasies of how it would feel to have my cock sucked by a hot dude, I never dreamed that it would feel this awesome. I began to experience chills and goose bumps from my head to my curled up toes. The hot mouth and saliva had my cock harder than ever imagined. Oh I would not last long.

“Oh my god, oh fuck, oh holly shit, suck my fucking cock. Give it to me, harder and harder, faster and faster, don’t stop. Yea, that is it. This is the best moment of my life. Nothing is as good as a man’s cock.”

I felt my balls tighten, my cock harden even more if possible, and incredible spasms took over, as I shot blast after blast down Cody’s hot wet mouth and throat. As a pro, he drank every drop of my semen. When he had drained me, Cody came off my softening cock and began to plant hard kisses on my lips. I got my first taste of cum. I liked it.

OH GREAT!!! It was then time for me to get my first taste of a man’s private dick and at that a huge python. Cody took me to his bed and he got flat on his back with his huge cock standing at attention. He began waiving his cock back and forth as he invited me to began sucking his favorite body part.

I grabbed the base of the huge cock, got a tight grip, cautiously lowered my mouth and lips around the big mushroom head and sucked hard. The taste of his raw meat was beyond the best dessert I had ever tasted. I sucked the leaking pre-cum to get my first taste of another man’s jism. WOW, I loved it. Then so turned on, I went crazy taking the huge private dick inch by inch down my open throat. I was so wild with lust and crazed for my first taste of man meat that I succeeded in swallowing the entire dick. I would be hooked for life on getting a man’s cock.

I began to bob up and down on this champion boner faster and faster. His cock was oozing spurt after spurt of pre-cum deep into my throat. The seminal fluid caused his dick and my mouth to become so wet that I managed to suck him off easier and easier. My first taste and smell of of a man’s fresh meat was like nirvana. I actually began to get hard again. The eroticism from sucking his gorgeous cock was intoxicating.

I sucked the big cock with abandonment for the longest time until all at once I felt an eruption and gushers of cum flood my throat. The force of the eruptions were so great that I swallowed as fast as I could while gagging from the overflow. WOW, the taste and feel was so terrific.

When Cody was spent, he pulled his softening cock out of my mouth. I was so horny and in love with his meat that I began licking up and down that hot cock shaft until his cock was as clean as if he had just finished showering.

We were now exhausted as Cody said: “Trevor, how did you like your first man meat? Do you like blowjobs? Was the taste of my meat and semen what you wanted?”

“Oh Cody, I loved my first taste of man meat and cum. Yea, I’m now a lover of cock. I’ll never get enough of that tool. Can we do this again before I leave town?”

“Hey Buddy, lets take a short break and you can have my cock again.”

“Oh Fuck, Cody, I can hardly wait.”

In a previous posting (Younger & Wiser 1-3), I shared an autobiographical story of meeting Josh, a 33 year-old guy from my cross-fit class and how he initiated and introduced me (a closeted, 48 year-old MWM) to sex with another guy. In that story, we both got off using just hands and mouths. This story is about how he taught me to be fucked.

(from the first time Josh and I got together)…Laying on the bed, naked and still a little sticky with cum, Josh asked how I was feeling and I told him that both the intensity of my arousal and orgasm were unlike anything I had experienced since I started beating off when i was younger. He smiled a shit-eating grin and said that he has “super sperm containing magical powers and it has that affect on everyone” (such smart ass). I was into the fact that he was being funny and not all sappy and touchy-feely. While I’m much more attracted to guys with some depth and character, I’m not attracted to feminine or dramatic guys and was not into or ready for romantic experience. Josh was on the same page — our encounter was more like a sport or a workout than it was intimacy. I never identified with other gay guys nor could I ever imagine being in a relationship with another guy where one of us plays a feminine role and the other a masculine one. Early on, I thought that’s what happened in a gay relationship, but I know better now. What we had just done was incredibly erotic but never felt like I was compromising my masculinity. As we were still lazily laying there and avoiding a shower, I told Josh I was so envious of his courage to “proposition” me when he hardly knew me yet could clearly tell I was married. “That takes balls, I just don’t have,” I said. “I did not see it at first,” Josh said “but after the 2nd or 3rd time at the gym, the way you glanced at me once caught my eye and I started to watch you.” “You are very skilled at averting your eyes but one time when you were behind me, I caught you totally staring from the mirror.” He said he “learned early on that the eyes tell no lies” and “while you hid it incredibly well, I knew there was something going on and I took he chance.” He also said that there was a hunger and vulnerability that he could also sense (I called bullshit on that one and told him he read too much chick lit — we both laughed). He kissed me, smiled that Chris Pratt smile and said lets get cleaned up. I took a quick shower and told him that I needed to get home and we agreed that we’d see each other at the gym the next morning. A long bro hug, a grasp of his rocking ass, and I was off.

That night after my wife went to bed, I was fighting the angel and the devil on my shoulder. I was so wracked with guilt for what I’d done, the vows I’d broken, the line I’d crossed (“does this mean I need to check the ” gay” box now?”) but at the same time feeling a sense of relief and accomplishment. Something I’d thought about for a long time and to meet someone like Josh who was so unbelievably patient, mature, grounded and fucking hot! I finally fell asleep at 2 and my alarm went off at 5 to make it to the gym by 6. When I arrived, Josh was on a mat stretching in downward dog position. ass-in-air stretching his gym shorts — almost nothing hotter (never realized I was such an ass man). He saw me, we did a quick fist bump and he said “time for a coffee afterward?” and I said “you bet I do.” At Starbucks he again asked how I was feeling after I’d “slept on it”, and I told him about the mental breakdown the night before but that I’d worked though it. I told him I thought we had a nice friendship going and really look forward to developing it. He seemed to sincerely agree. He told me that he was heading west for business that week, and was going to spend a few days with his folks totaling about a week of travel. He said he’d love to show me what other fun guys can have together when he gets back, if I was up for it.” I said in a smart-ass way “look into my eyes to see if you can figure out my answer.” after a quick glance he said, “that’s a definite yes!” “Can you connect after work next Tuesday?” Without even checking I said “yes.”

That was a long, frickin’ week. I imagined a dozen different things we’d do and beat my cock raw thinking about it. I think I came 5 out of the 7 days he was gone. I’m honestly not sure where all that semen came from in my body — each load was big.

I was like a teenager when it came time to head over to Josh’s apt. I’d seen him that morning at cross-fit and he seemed as excited as I was. When we left the gym that morning he said, “hope you don’t mind but I’m making that ass mine tonight.” I was overwhelmed with lust, excitement and anxiety.

I arrived at his house with a bottle of bourbon anticipating the need for a little liquid encouragement. First thing he said when he greeted me at the door is “today’s the day you learn to fuck,” follow me. He poured me a bourbon, helped me out of my clothes and led me to the bathroom where sitting on the counter was a Fleet disposable enema package. He said read the instructions and use it then I’ll be in to jump in the shower in about 15 minutes. I had recently had a colonoscopy so I knew how to use the enema. I inserted, waited and let it all out then I did it again. Super clean water the second time so I called for Josh and told him that I was getting in the shower. Within minutes, his naked, slightly furry body joined me and we started to soap each other up. Once again, that fine hairless, round ass mesmerized me and got me rock hard much more quickly than Josh but nothing a few strokes of my soapy hand could not manage. He asked if I was ready to be fucked and I said “Oh yeah!” he then reached around, started rubbing my ass, then crack then worked his way to me hole. I turned around and bent over, giving him full access. He cleaned rubbed and scrubbed the whole area and finished by sliding a finger up my ass. “This is crazy tight,” he said and I responded “that’s because it was built as a one-way street (I’m not nearly as funny as he is). Not missing a beat, he responded by saying “officially notifying you that road-widening will commence on your street today” and proceeded to gently add a second finger. I gotta admit, it felt neither good nor bad. It just felt like my but was full. He gently rubbed his fingers in and out and it started to feel better, but quite frankly, the rimming we did the previous week got me much hotter. We rinsed, still with his fingers in my ass and he shut off the shower. He then removed the two fingers then led me back to the bed where I had another drink (I had “inebriate and lubricate” running through my mind).

Josh asked if I was ready and I said “yeah!” and he proceeded to apologize that he was going to be a little clinical in his instructions but said that I’d really appreciate it. He then got serious for a minute and asked if I wanted him to use a rubber. I had a slight panic while he rationally talked through the pros and cons of protection. He talked me through how he was clean and disease free and in my head I had often fantasized about feeling a guy’s cum shoot in my ass, so bareback it was. I hoped I was not making a big mistake, but it felt right. Josh explained that he was going to lay on his back and that I was going to squat on top of him, lowering my ass onto his cock. He said that would let me control depth and pace and then we would switch to missionary when I got comfortable and he’d pound the hell out of my prostate. Josh pulled out the lube and proceeded to generously apply it deep in and around my asshole. I then lotioned up his cock. It was like stone it was so hard. While he had a pretty short cock lengthwise, it was super fat and I got a little freaked that it would stretch my hole and make me hurt for several days. With both my ass and his cock literally dripping more lube than I’d ever used, I start to carefully kneel over my bud’s dick. First the head, no problem; no pain. Then the shaft started to enter my hole and I could feel my ass walls clamp around his cock like a giant suction tube. His cock was fat! At this point it went from feeling OK to bad — much more painful than I dreamed, but I was determined to try to block the pain. All the while Josh was describing what was physical going on (the head of my dick is in my anus; the anus is like the lobby for my ass; it roomy and comfortable. Now the tip is entering the sphincter, which is like a set of heavy doors that the air has sucked closed). He saw me grimace and said and said “I know it sounds weird, but push your cock muscles like you are trying to push my cock out of your hole.” “It will loosen it up and make it easier for my tip to open those doors.” That definitely took away the intensity of the pain and he started to get some movement deeper in my hole. He instructed me to move my hips in circles and slightly move them up and down pushing a bit further which each stroke. After what seemed like a half hour (but in reality, less than :10,) my ass crack was on his pubes and I could feel his cock expanding in my ass. The feeling went from sharp pain to dull pain, to a pleasantly full full feeling to a feeling of intense pleasure. Josh instructed me to really grind my cheeks deep into his pubes to feel his dick on my prostate. I ground my ass in circles counter and clockwise until I felt it. “Holy shit” is all I said and I continued to grind my hairy ass up and down and back and forth on his pelvis. Josh’s eyes were closed an his moth was wide open uttering soft, guttural moans with an occasional “your ass is like a vice.” Despite that, Josh instructed me to use my ass muscles to squeeze his fatty on the upstroke which I tried and he writhed.

After about another ten minutes, Josh then asked me to roll on my side and we awkwardly got ourselves in missionary position. His cocked pooped itself out (it literally exited my ass — it was not tired) so I took the opportunity to position my ass at the end of the bed. As cliche as it sounds, my ass felt empty and I really wanted his cock back in there. With his feet on the floor and my legs on his shoulders, Josh entered me again and dove right in. He started a slow rhythm and kept speeding up until he was furiously pistoning in and out of my ass. He slowed down and sped up about 5 times and about :15 minutes. After that last rest he said he could not take it anymore and announced that he was ready to cum. Josh was more verbal than ever (which was hot) when I felt the first and second shot in my ass, but it was more like a trickle. Shot three was the jackpot — with shots 5-7 almost as large and part of a 5 day load I later learned that he saved up for me. With his dick still in my ass, he grabbed my cock (which got super hard again when we moved to missionary) and started to stroke. There was no “edging” here — he was going for my load. He leaned in like he was going to kiss me but started playing with my left nipple instead — light touches at first, then a series of pinch, twist and release during which I had an orgasm that I could feel deep in my prostate all the through to its exit through my pisshole. This orgasm felt different than others due, I assume to the prostate simulation. I think I had those pleasurable, muscle spasm feelings of orgasm for about a full minute. Not as intense as my first time with Josh, but much longer and much more of a whole body orgasm. Still with his dick in me, Josh looked at me and said, “dude, you have no idea how much pleasure this is bringing me.” My cock reinflated and said “thanks for the lesson and the boost of confidence, stud” I replied.

After a bit, Josh’s small, tired cock plopped out of my ass followed by a combo of lube and sperm. I loved seeing his foreskin quickly cover up the head like it was going back in the garage. I had no idea so much sperm mixed with lube was up there.

A quick shower, then back home and to bed. Before I left I got a great hug and Josh said “I’m really honored to have your virginity, bud.” It was said so sincerely that I actually teared up — Holy Shit. Josh said “if your up for it, I’ll teach you how to fuck me next.” Of course, I could hardly wait.

No gym the next morning, but when I got up to take a shower, goo was still dripping from my hole.

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PART 3

The captain notice that both ships though they had Greek flags none of them really belong to the government and now no recorded of his call to the coast guard or even to the company. How ever the room he put the rescue Travis in is now completely paid and extra in his account for his trip home and a note in the system that 4000 American dollars in the safe is his and needs to be give to him and Kaleb has the same amount no mention of when or how it got there just the note in their files that they have money needing to get them asap.

Kaleb and Travis are sitting in Kaleb’s room in a panic both parents one a Greek god and the other a titian how do we keep seeing each other and not get caught and if they do can they get back to the United States by sea without being stopped if they chose to stay together. As they sit in the room a porter knocks on the door saying captain needs to speak to them before everyone goes to shore in 1 hour. Now they both are nervous did there fathers tell the captain to keep a eye on them while they are on land or what is going on.

Just like most captains of any cruise ship they don’t like surprises or unexpected guest showing up. As the captain waits on Kaleb and Travis he starts to look up names on the net to see if he could find anything out about the two passengers or the two gentlemen that came on board to talk to them and of course he finds nothing beside Kaleb owning a fishing business in the United States.

Well Kaleb and Travis wants to get off the water and on shore to explore the country side. Unknowing to them Poseidon has already excepted this and has some of the other Greek gods and goddess to keep a eye on what his child is doing? Now the other gods really don’t want to be involved in this because demigods need to learn there place and everything at there pace and most have already figured out that these two are in love and sole mates and not wanting to upset the balance of the universe.

Kaleb and Travis is now at the captains door and knocks. The captain figuring it would be them so they can get out of the ship with out to many questions invited them in and gets down to business and gives them the money straight out and said that this was in the safe for you on our arrival and just so you will know it was not on there when we left the states. The captain wanting just to get it over with says here is the money sign here on the leger and have fun.

Kaleb and Travis just want to get to shore and away from any place they could think there fathers might find them so they could figure out what is going on and be alone together. The decide to walk to the Pedion Areos park and relax in the sun then see if the LYKAVITTOS THEATER had anything going on that evening. As they walked they notice that a owl was following them. Travis remembers a owl was at one time noted as a symbol of Athena and wonder could Kaleb’s father be using the other gods to keep eyes on them. Both of them decide to test the theory by entering some of the shops to see if the bird leaves or what it does. Inside the store was a machine shop with the name Hephaestus on it. Not thinking much of it they look around seeing mechanical birds, fish, and other animals that looked hand made hammered out piece by piece. The store was ran by a man that looked like he has stand in front of a fire pit all day but didn’t have a burn nor redness of the skin that would indicate that he has dealt with metal folding metal. Travis being a little smug ask what your name sir mine IS Travis and this is Kaleb we are staying on the cruise ship that just arrived. The owner says my name is Hephaestus and I know both of your fathers and what they told you and I don’t care. Hephaestus’s said knowing your father and that bird following you around Kaleb he has tabs on you throughout Greece by now so if you want to stay with this one you better talk to him soon go to the temple ruins by the cliff side they belong to your father hell answer if you call. As for you Travis becareful knowing the look in your eyes my wife has already got to you and if that is so your father might not be to kind to your friend. Just so you will know your relationship might just help what is to come. Just then a flash of light outside and two beautiful women walk in one looks like she belongs to a council or head of a college and the other ready for anything the wild could being to hunt. Hephaestus says hello sisters have you meet these two Kaleb is our kin by our uncle and the other is the child of Oceanus. Athena and Artemis both look at us like we are going on trail. Knock it off you two they don’t know what is happening in the seas nor have a part yet. Let them try and figure out what they are and if their feeling are real enough to chose which side they are going to be on. Hell the two of you haven’t even chosen a side to take if war breaks out. Suddenly a whiff of perfume comes from the back and here come the wife. Know both of them are nervous four gods in one place and thunder starts to roll through the city and all four says come with us well take you all back to the ocean being this close to Olympus is not a good thing right now. Outside a man in the most elegant suit we have ever seen and a woman standing right beside him in the beautiful purple dress say at he same time: please tell me children that you are taking this child of Oceanus to Tartarus. Right then a flash of light and three women with a loom say now these children of the sea must be aloud to follow their beliefs otherwise you shall take there place. All six gods look at the three women and say are you sure. Oceanus is threating to retake the seas from Poseidon and if he does well lose the control of the prisons of the other Titians since the humans stopped believing in us. It don’t matter these two will bring either a great peace and prosperity to the sea or the destruction of all the gods and Titians since more than your parents are at stake. The fabric of the sea has been at war in one form or another for to long they must choose to follow there hearts or destroy one and another.

Kaleb and Travis just start running not caring which direction they are going as long as it is a way from them. As they are running they notice they have arrive back to the ocean at eh temple and standing there among the ruins is Poseidon himself.

Poseidon just simles at the two and say how did you like the others I also know the fates sided with you so I cant stop you two from seeing each other but be careful. Yes before you ask I am afraid for my domain and what war could mean for both us gods and the world for humans.

As they walk back on board the ship they notice that the captain is talking with all six gods and another that had a bag of letters. Not wanting to be notice they run straight to Travis room. Inside they notice a man in full leather gear ( ancient Greek armor) I am ARES if you have not guess and I am here to teach you how to fight. But of course we cant teach you here how about at the base of Mount Othrys. It will give both of you a felling of what could happen to all of us and what could happen to your fathers domain Kaleb if war breaks out.

Outside he other gods stand at the dock with a suburban and Ares says ah our ride and help is here we should get started in teaching you how to fight and the history of both of your family. The true history not what you might of read in what you call myths.

Part four coming soon

the teaching and deciding sides

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!!!WARNING!!!

If you cannot handle twinks fucking leave!!!

My name is Ryan. I’m in middle school. I’m 5’10, 140lbs., blue eyes, brown hair. This year our class is going to NYC for a field trip. We’ll be there for 4 days and 3 nights. Our school does not allow for sexes to mix. So I go with my friends Jason, John and Bryant.

Jason is 5’4, 120lbs., brown eyes come over hair. Really cut Asian. Rectangle glasses make him look so good. Really funny with his sarcasm. Occasionally rude in his own way. For an Asian it’s pretty big, 7′.

John is 5’9, 130lbs, really sexy tan, with big bold blue eyes and a darker brown hair cut. He’s very shy but is really nice. But… he’s crazy in the bedroom. He loves doggy-style. I’ve had dreams about doing him. We’ve exchanged head before. His dick? 8′ erect.

Bryant, the biggest dick of all,9′. Mine is still 7′, but his is so long and rock-hard. He has really nice black hair that extends over his face. He was the most confident which got him girls. He gets all the girls at school. His ass looks tasty. He’s sent me nude snapchats thinking i was a girl. I finally convinced him to try gay anal for the first time. Excited as ever he agreed.

“Are you excited?,” I sent in our group chat. “Make sure to bring all your stuff…” ” Don’t worry, we won’t forget,” Jason replied. ” ” My mom left for work so I’m going to pick up the stuff from the con. store,” John replied. I’m downloading the stuff,” Bryant replied. I think we are all set. I hope we don’t forget anything.

The first day we explored the city. We went to see the Statue of Liberty, went into the Empire State Building, and explored Chinatown. We had dinner at a steakhouse downtown. Then at 8:00 we went back to the hotel. That’s when the fun began…

When we got back to the hotel, we got settled, took showers etc.” Did everyone being their things?” I asked. “I got the Karma Sutra.” ” I got the dildos and vibrators,” Jason replied. ” I got 50 condoms,” James replied. ” I got the torrented movies,” said Bryant.

I then remembered I brought my laptop. Let’s broadcast this I thought. ” twinks having sex” that was a good title for this weeks show. I turned it on and live streamed. John didn’t want to do it. ” I don’t like people watching me!” I replied,” no one is watching YOU, but rather watching US fucking, they don’t care who you are as long as your ass is good, your mouth is good, and your dick is hard.” He reluctantly ageed. Good let’s start.

“Hey Jason, do you want a blowjob?” “Are you fucking retarded?” he replied. I then began to give Jason a blowjob while Bryant fucked me missionary while John was making out with Jason.

I was finally losing my virginity; and to my friends no less. And just to top it off on camera with my shy friend. He really went for it. This was the first time he didn’t feel scared of the watchers. He just fucked me like there was no tomorrow.

“Awwwwww yes,” I yelled. Bryant then went to put a dirty movie on. The 4 guys on the screen were doing double penetration so we decided to do it too. I was fucked by Jason and Bryant while giving oral to John.

I then put a vibrator in Jason, and Bryant and dildoed John. I felt as my ass was being fucked by long 7′ and 9′ dicks. Then they came right in my ass and continued harder and harder. Then me and Jason switched. Jason was about 5’4. This gave me enough room to make out with Bryant who was receiving a blowjob for the first time. Bryant then switched with Jason. I was in Bryant. Bryant was someone who was really nice but was straight. I convinced him to let me fuck him. It was so good. We eventually came all over Bryant who then gave us Thai massages. The lube? Our man juices. We all slept naked together. We pushed the two beds together. All night I was spooning John. His asshole was so good, and he tasted good too. For a vigin, Jason fucked like he was expreienced. And Bryant did us like all the other girls. Long and hard

We decided that we would play truth or dare the next night..

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