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John Rivers had worshipped Champ Griffin for years, ever since John had begun devoting every waking moment to soccer-on the field, in his discussions with his friends, and in the décor he picked for his bedroom walls. Champ Griffin, the star player for the Big Chiefs professional soccer team, figured prominently in every single poster John had on his bedroom wall. Champ Griffin’s cocky smile and his magnificently developed body had been the last thing John had seen when he turned out his light at night and the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes in the morning. John would have given anything to be like Champ Griffin-almost to be Champ Griffin himself. In his dreams, John became Champ Griffin.

So John worked his butt off on the soccer field to morph into Champ Griffin-and he did his preparation well. He made the all-state soccer team in high school, and when he went off to the university, it was on an athletic scholarship-to play soccer.

And here he was, on the Big Chiefs’ practice field, during training camp, fighting with three other guys for a chance to sit on the Big Chiefs’ bench for a season and maybe to work his way into the starting team. Alongside his ideal, Champ Griffin.

Champ Griffin’s status on the team was no more obvious than that he was standing out there on the field, between the club’s coach and owner and three steps in front of its recruiting team and assessing all of the new prospects as they did their “stuff” in search of a nod to become a Big Chief.

John looked in fear and trepidation as those men put their heads together. He certainly didn’t miss that they never looked back on the field until Champ Griffin had had his say.

There wasn’t a doubt in John River’s mind when the call to training camp for “the team” dropped into his mailbox that Champ Griffin had seen and approved of and chosen him to be on the team. At that moment, John would have done anything Champ Griffin wanted him to do. Champ Griffin was a god to John.

The first practice field workout of what was going to constitute this year’s team, John was nearly overwhelmed that Champ seemed to take him under his wing and was giving him pointers and encouragement all through their first practice session. No one even batted an eye when Champ put an arm around John’s shoulder and announced that he and John would be going back to the showers early and then going over some team rules and special plays back at the locker room before the rest of the team came in.

If there were sniggers among the rest of the team gathered around Champ at that moment, John didn’t notice them. He was still starry eyed at being in the mere presence of his idol.

Back in the clubhouse, Champ sent John off to the locker room showers and said they’d meet up after they’d both cleaned up. Champ had his own shower; in fact he had his own private room with his own bathroom and shower and massage table. He was that much of a star player for the Big Chiefs. Nothing was too good for Champ; Champ got whatever he wanted.

When John padded out of the shower, with just a towel around his waist, Champ was sitting there on the locker room bench in front of John’s locker, showered but nude-and holding a supersized cock in his hand and slowly working it up.

John froze in place. Shocked. He’d never thought of his idol this way. Sure, he’d gone to sleep and awakened to the power of Champ’s bare chest on one of the posters in his bedroom-but he’d never thought of Champ in the altogether. Not even in his dreams.

“Come over and suck this,” Champ said in a low, growly voice. He was smiling at John. The same smile he used when he was giving the rookie pointers out on the playing field.

“What? I don’t understand.” John wasn’t at his most glib when he was caught by surprise.

“I’m tense. The rookies always give me head when I’m tense. That’s what they’re here for.”

“I don’t . . . I’m not . . .” John stammered, not yet finding whatever words might make all of this go away.

“Come on, come over here. Suck me,” Champ repeated. And he said it as if it was an everyday conversation, as if it was the most natural thing for them to be discussing.

“Hey, you were just one of four guys who could play. You were just the one I wanted the most. Do you want to go home and for me to pick the next-best guy?”

“No.” John said it but he took his time agonizing before he said it. This was the life he’d been building to; his had been tunnel vision. He had no idea what he’d do in life if not play professional soccer. And the Big Chiefs. They were the best. And Champ Griffin. He was the best of the best.

John slowly moved to the bench. As he came down, straddling the bench, facing Griffin, who also was straddling the bench, Griffin reached for John’s towel and pulled it off him. Now John was naked too.

“Nice. Very nice,” Griffin mumbled in a hoarse voice. Then he put a big mitt behind John’s neck and pulled John’s mouth into his.

John had never kissed a man before. And he’d always played lead. This was a strange sensation, but he let Griffin’s lips open his and he let Griffin’s tongue invade his mouth cavity. He was kissing another man. But not just another man. Champ Griffin. His idol, Champ Griffin. The man that for years John had said he’d do anything for. And now Champ Griffin was showing John what he wanted from him.

Griffin gently pushed John’s head down toward his crotch when they came out of the kiss, and John felt Griffin’s cock head slip into his mouth and John was suddenly giving Griffin inexperienced, but sufficient, under Griffin’s direction, head. Meanwhile, Griffin was leaning over John’s bent torso with those long arms of his and feeling up John’s butt cheeks and playing “find and open the rosebud” with John’s ass rim.

When the rest of the team came in from practice to take their showers, John and Champ were in full fuck. John was lying on his back on the bench now, one leg hooked around Champ’s hip and the other one being held up and out with Champ’s fist wrapped around John’s ankle. John’s hips were rolled up and Champ’s pelvis was hovering just an inch or two off the bench surface, giving his thick cock a good angle as it stroked hard and deep inside John’s ass canal.

They were well past the painful moments as Champ worked his cock into the virginal canal and John writhed and mildly objected and begged-which went unheeded-and panted and groaned-and cried out at the first breaching. Then, having made his decision to let nothing stand in his way of becoming a Big Chief-and having already been deflowered now in a maneuver that could never be reversed-John lay back and arched his torso to give them both the most comfortable ride, and just moaned and sighed his way through the fuck. The groans and moans slowly drifted into sighs and murmurs of pleasure and letting Champ know what stroking he was liking the best. This was Champ Griffin, John’s idol. And Champ Griffin was enjoying his body and telling him how nice it was and what a sweet ass he had, what a good lay he was. He was pleasing his idol.

At the height of the pain, when Champ’s cock was pushing in and digging deep and stretching him to the point where he knew he’d be split in two, John kept playing Champ Griffin’s statement over in his head. This was his one shot to make the team. If it wasn’t him, it would be one of the other three guys he’d gone up against to get the nod. It was all Champ Griffin’s call. Champ Griffin, his idol. The guy John had said he would do anything for.

John was writhing and moaning under the pick up in Champ’s cocking rhythm as the rest of the team members flowed into the room, looking at them and muttering dirty words and flashing sneery smiles at Champ as they passed by. But they were just going about their business as if this was an everyday occurrence in the locker room. And maybe, John thought, as Champ dropped his leg and wrapped both hands around John’s waist and pulled him in harder to his pelvis and onto his stroking cock with each thrust-maybe this was business as usual.

With a cry of release, aroused and coming quickly because of the surprise and newness of it all, John ejaculated up his torso. A few guys turned and gave a little laugh as they were stripping off their gear. But other than that, they gave the coupling in the middle of their activity scant attention.

One of the veterans did toss a “See you in the showers,” over his shoulder and wiggled his buns as he and the others padded off toward the communal shower room.

John lay there, spent and putty in Champ’s hands, as the Big Chief’s star player grunted and thrust to his own release.

Then Champ rose from the bench and pulled John up and slapped him affectionately on the butt. He then half frog marched John to the shower room. The rest of the team was standing there, in a row, under the water jets, in seniority order, working up their cocks in their fists, big smiles on their faces.

As the veteran who had said “See you in the showers,” bent John over at the waist and positioned himself at the head of the line and close in between John’s thighs and butt crack, Champ Griffin, star player of the Big Chiefs turned to go back to his own room.

Before he left, though, and as John’s eyes went wild at what was invading his ass channel, Champ Griffin leaned down and whispered in John’s ear. “Buck up, sport. You give good fuck and there will be a new set of recruits in at midseason.” Then he went on. “When you’re done here, come on over to my room, and I’ll show you why I have my own digs. You’ll love the special massage table I’ve got-and, oh yes, the sling.”

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“So welcome to the feast I unleash, I’m a mutherfucking beast …”

Lance opened his eyes when he heard the Timeflies ringtone on his cell phone. He reached for the phone on top of the nightstand to see who was calling him so early.

“I’m a mutherfucking beast …”

Goddammit. Mom.

“You know a mutherfucking – ” he punched on the answer button.

“Hi, Mom.”

“Good morning, honey. Did I wake you up?”

“Yeah, but that’s OK. What’s up?”

“I wanted to call you and let you know we’re having your dad’s birthday party tomorrow. I hope you can be here.”

“I thought that was next weekend.”

“It was, but Sue and Mike have to go to Dodge City for a Little League game Mike is coaching, so we need to move it up a week. Can you come tomorrow? I know it’s short notice.”

Shit.

“Sure, Mom. I’ll be there. Around one?”

“Why don’t you come in the morning and go to church with us?”

“Not gonna happen, Mom.” Lance hadn’t been inside a church since he had finished high school, but his mother, a Sunday School teacher, never stopped hassling him about it. While he wasn’t really an atheist, he was the farthest thing from being religious in any way, shape, or form. He really just didn’t give a fuck about it.

“OK, honey. Well, I guess we’ll see you tomorrow, then. I’ll let you get back to sleep.”

“Bye, Mom.”

“Bye, dear.” Lance punched the end button on his phone. Well, now that he was awake, he may as well get up. Sighing, he swung his legs over the side of the bed. After jerking off last night, he had done two hours of work on his laptop for a major project that the firm was working on, trying to attract a prospective client away from one of the big national accounting firms. Then he had watched a little TV before taking off his jeans and getting in bed nude, which is how he preferred to sleep. This morning, he had his usual morning wood, his cock standing at attention. Instead of jerking off, though, he went into the bathroom and took a piss. Talking to his mother always frustrated him lately. He was glad she hadn’t asked him if he was alone in bed, like she did the last time she called him early in the morning. He had had a dude he had hooked up with the night before in the bed next to him, and he had told her, “As a matter of fact, I do. Do you wanna talk to him?” Ever since he had told his parents he was bi six years ago, his mother had tried to fix him up with one girlfriend after another, trying to encourage the “normal” side of his sexuality. His dad had taken a much more relaxed attitude toward his bisexuality, which had kind of surprised Lance, considering how conservative his father was. He had simply said, “Just make sure you keep your nose clean,” and left it at that. Lance appreciated the fact that he was very fortunate in the parents he had, knowing how difficult other people’s family situations were. He knew his parents didn’t approve of his lifestyle, but as long as he left his male hookups out of their business, he was always welcome in their lives and home. He could live with that. Perfect? Hardly. But who the fuck had a perfect life? He figured he was goddam lucky to have the life he had.

After pissing, Lance went back into his bedroom and pulled on his jeans, then went into the kitchen and made a pot of coffee, then started putting some dishes and pans that had air dried in the dish drainer away in the cupboards. When he had finished, he then put some bread in the toaster. By the time the toast was ready, the pot of coffee had finished brewing. He poured a mug of coffee, then spread some butter on the toast and sat down at the counter to eat, reading the online Wall Street Journal on his laptop while he was eating. He knew he had a busy day ahead, so he may as well get started. Plus, the heat was going to be a hot mutherfucker today, so he needed to get as much done in the morning as possible outside.

Lance spent the morning working in his yard, picking up small branches that had fallen from the maple tree in his back yard during the rain storm yesterday, then cutting the grass and trimming the bushes on either side of the steps leading to his front porch. After edging the grass along the front sidewalk in his front yard, he put his yard tools away in the backyard shed and went back inside the house, where he took a cool shower and got cleaned up from the grime and sweat that had been pouring off his naked chest and back while he had been working outside. He put on a clean pair of 501s, then got himself a sandwich and a bottle of beer and sat on the couch to watch a ball game on TV. Since his house didn’t have air conditioning, he had his front door open to try and catch any slight breeze outside, with the screen door keeping the flies out. A circular fan stood on the coffee table to blow directly on him to try and stir up some air. After about thirty minutes of a very slow-moving game, the hot heavy air in the house caused him to doze off to a light sleep.

He woke with a start and shouted.

“GodDAMmit. What the FUCK!” A warm wet mouth was around his cock, which had been pulled out from his jeans, which had been unbuttoned. He looked at the thick black hair on the top of the head whose mouth was giving him the blowjob and thought he recognized something. When the person giving him what he had to admit was some pretty awesome head looked up at him, he yelled.

“Samantha! What the fuck are you doing here?”

Samantha let his dick go from her mouth with a loud pop, holding his boner in her left hand while she stroked his balls with her right.

“I saw you molesting me with your eyes yesterday the entire time Eric and I were with you. I saw how hard you got as soon as I stepped into your office. I know you want this.” She tugged on his hard-on.

“You fucking cunt, you’re goddam crazy!”

“You’re right, I am crazy. Crazy to get ahold of this.” She went down on him again, taking his big cock all the way to the back of her throat.

Jesus fucking Christ, the bitch did know how to suck cock, that was for goddam sure.

Not quite sure what to do, Lance sat still for a minute while his dick responded to the blowjob it was getting. Without even realizing it, he was letting happen something which angry women all over the world accused men of doing all the time. He began thinking with his dick.

If the bitch wanted to blow him, he was going to sit back and enjoy the fucking ride.

Samantha obviously knew what the hell she was doing. She knew exactly how much suction to use, how to scrape his shaft lightly with her teeth to create exactly the right sensation of slight pain to which his dick would respond by growing even bigger, how to fondle his balls and the area directly beneath the root of his shaft to stimulate him even more than before. The bitch had no end to saliva coming out of her mouth, mostly by taking his cock all the way to the back of her throat and causing her to gag up her spit, which she used to lube him up. Lance actually felt like he had just smoked a joint, his buzz was so strong. There was nothing, absolutely nothing, in the world going on that mattered but his cock and her mouth, and his desperate need to blow his fucking load. But he couldn’t. GODDAMMIT! His load kept building, and building, and building. His balls kept on sending his babies up to his shaft, but the pressure that the bitch had created by her expert blowjob wouldn’t allow him to get him any normal kind of release. Lance realized he was about to have the cumshot of his life, any second now.

Suddenly, without any warning, Samantha pulled her mouth away.

“FUCK!!!!” he roared, as rope after rope of hot white cum shot out of his piss slit, flying several feet into the air, landing on the coffee table, the floor, Samantha’s face and clothes.

“GODDAM!” he said, after nearly thirty seconds of trying to catch his breath.

“So I take it you liked it?”

“Hell, yeah.”

“I thought you would.”

Finally pulling his brain out of his dick, Lance said, “You never really did answer my question. Why are you here, other than to give me the best head I’ve had in years? How did you even know where I live?”

“There’s this really cool thing called Google.”

“OK. So why did you want to give me a blowjob? You’ve got a husband who I imagine likes to get off as much as I do.”

“Fuck my husband.”

“What?”

“My husband is a pathetic joke. He has no idea what he’s doing in bed.”

Looking at her extended belly, Lance said, “He obviously knows how to shoot his load in your pussy.”

“One accidental baby does not a man make. If he had known what he was doing he would have held his load until he was fucking my asshole, and I wouldn’t have had to marry the jerk.”

“Wow, you really don’t like the dude, do you?”

“He’s a baby. Unlike you. You’re a man.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“I mean, … I want to get fucked by a real man. Someone who knows what they’re doing.”

“You want me to fuck you?”

“Are you as retarded as Eric? Do I have to spell it out for you?”

“Come here.” Lance pulled Samantha toward him, and the weight of her belly pressed against his sweat-covered chest.

“What are you going to do to me, white boy?”

“F.” He pulled her tits out of her blouse and began to suck on the large brown nipples, biting softly against them, then lightly licking them with the tip of his tongue.

“U.” Reaching into her skirt, he pressed his index finger into the folds of her pussy, bending at the knuckle and pushing in, exploring the damp recesses hidden underneath her skirt, fortunately not covered with any underwear. Goddam, she was already wet.

Bringing his finger up to his mouth, he sucked on her pussy juices.

“C.” He pulled down her skirt, exposing her shaved pussy to his view. He brought his head as close as he could get, since her ridiculously huge belly blocked any normal access he would take when going down on a bitch’s cunt. Cocking his head sideways, he stuck his nose into her pussy, breathing the dank smell of the soft folds of flesh. Then he started working his mouth around her shaved opening, shoving his tongue as far in as he could, licking and biting while she squirmed in pleasure.

“You know, I can usually get a girl to cum for me in less than a minute. Do you want me to make you cum?”

“Is that a promise?”

“Hell, yeah.”

“Less than a minute? You must be a real pro.”

“I know my way around a pussy.”

“You know, Lance, when I googled your name, I didn’t just find your address. Do you know what else I found on the internet?”

“Let me guess. You found some videos of me fucking some bitches in my bedroom.”

“You’re a naughty boy. Filming them like that.”

“You think so?”

“Actually, I think it’s hot. I brought my camcorder.”

“You want me to fuck you while we film it?”

“Now you’re getting the idea.”

“You want me to fuck your asshole as well as your cunt?”

“Absolutely.”

“You want me to piss on you?”

“Even better.”

“You like kinky shit, huh?”

“Yes.”

“You want to be my mutherfucking bitch today?”

“Yes.”

“K.” Lance stood up, taking Samantha’s hand and bringing her to her feet. He grabbed the camcorder she had brought, and led her to his bedroom door.

“I keep the tripod set up for times like this.”

Brady heard loud voices when he walked into the locker room, just as Ben Jamison was storming out. Obviously, Ben and Jake Wentworth were having words. Jake Wentworth was one of the biggest guys in the gym. Most of the big guys were bulky, with poor definition. Not Jake. He looked like he was carved out of rock. He was standing at his locker in his jockstrap, looking not too happy about something. Brady hesitated, half afraid to even approach his own locker, which was two down from Jake’s, on the lower level.

“What’re you looking at?” Jake growled.

“N-nothing. I mean… nothing, really. You’re standing there, it’s hard not to see you,” Brady said. He straddled the end of the bench and leaned over to open his locker. Jake didn’t move back an inch. He stood there with his thick legs set apart, as if he was daring Brady to ask him to move. Brady was barely able to open his locker door without it brushing against Jake’s thigh. He’d never seen Jake so surly before. He was usually a quiet, nice guy who went about his workouts and didn’t want to be interrupted. And he usually wasn’t. Most of the other guys in the gym were afraid to approach him and talk to him. But Brady had to talk to him. But maybe now wasn’t the time. Yeah, it was! He had been working up his courage for days and he had to talk to him. He swallowed hard, gulping down the lump in his throat. What was he so scared of? What was Jake going to do if he spoke to him; knock him off the bench? “Jake…..” Instantly he felt his courage wane and he had to stop and clear his throat.

Jake looked down at him. “S-somebody told me you c-could help me get b-bigger,” he stammered.

“Who the hell told you that?” Jake asked with a scowl.

“He s-said I c-couldn’t tell you.”

“Why’re you stammering around?”

“It’s just that you’re so….so big and awesome. I was afraid to talk to you.”

“Shit, being big ain’t nothing to be afraid of. I wasn’t always this big. I used to be about your size. Good build, like you, but not big.”

“Then maybe you can help me get bigger?” Brady asked.

“I don’t have time to mess with a workout partner,” he said, shaking his head.

“I didn’t mean that,” Brady said.

“What’d you mean, then?” Jake asked.

“I meant….I hear you can get….I thought you might get me some….some stuff, to help me get bigger,” he stammered. He was afraid to say the word.

“What makes you think I deal in steroids?” Jake asked gruffly.

“It’s around the gym,” Brady said bravely.

Jake shook his head, chuckling softly. “You’re scared shitless to even talk to me, you come right out and ask me to get you some steroids, you’re practically drooling over my muscles and shaking in your shoes….you really want some stuff bad, don’t you?”

“Yes, real bad,” Brady said. “I’d do anything to get some of the stuff you use.”

“Well…maybe we can work something out,” Jake said in a more friendly tone.

“Gee, I hope so. Thanks.”

“Don’t thank me yet, you don’t know what you gotta do for it,” Jake said.

“Just tell me. I’ll do anything.”

“Oh, don’t say that unless you mean it,” Jake warned.

“I mean it. Anything,” Brady said.

Jake pulled the front of his jockstrap down and tucked it under his heavy balls. “You ever suck a cock?” he asked.

“No… no, man, I’m straight,” Brady said, rearing back in shock. “I meant to buy the stuff. I can get the money.”

“Well, there is the money, that’s a no-brainer. But there’s my fee on top of that,” Jake said, shaking his huge cock. “My finder’s fee.”

“I couldn’t do that… I…man, I’ve got a girlfriend.”

“She don’t have to know,” Jake said. “Hell, nobody has to know. I never tell anybody who’s taking care of me.”

“You mean…. there are other guys w-who….do that for you?”

“Just walk out there in the gym and look around, and see if you can pick ’em out,” Jake said.

“Oh, man, I didn’t know….Geezs, I had no idea!”

“Well, now you do. Hell, I’m surprised you never walked in on it.”

“They do it….right here….in the locker room?” Brady asked.

“Yeah, in the locker room or back in the showers. Hell, a couple of times, right out in the gym, on the equipment, after closing. But maybe you don’t want the stuff that badly, if you’re too straight to pay the price. The full price, I mean.”

“I….I wish I could,” Brady said, his shoulders slumped with disappointment. “Couldn’t I just pay, with money?”

“Everybody pays,” Jake said. “That’s the deal. You take care of me twice a week and I get your stuff for you,” he said matter-of-factly and turned back to his locker. He got a shirt out of his locker and pulled it on.

Brady watched with disappointment. He was leaving! He was going to cover up all those beautiful muscles and walk out the door and Brady wouldn’t have his stuff and this chance might never come again. Hell, he didn’t know if he could work up the courage to approach the big stud a second time, or if Jake would even bother with him. Pangs of panic made his stomach churn.

“No….w-wait….I….I c-could….t-try it, I guess. I never did it before, but I could try it.”

Jake stood with his jeans in his hands. He hung his jeans back in his locker and turned back to Brady, who was still sitting astraddle the bench. He pulled his jockstrap down again. His huge cock and big, heavy balls fell loose. “So….have at it.”

Despite his sudden rush of courage, Brady couldn’t do it. He gaped at the huge cock in total disbelief that he’d said what he did. But there was no way he could take another guy’s cock in his mouth. Hell, Brady’s cock wouldn’t even fit in his mouth.

“Just open your mouth and I’ll do the rest, till you get used to it on your own,” Jake told him.

Brady was a jangle of nerves from the panic that seized him. What was he doing! My God, he’d just told Jake Wentworth that he would suck his cock! His throat went dry and his breath caught in his lungs; his chest was so tight he couldn’t breathe. His ‘couldn’t do it’ gradually turned to ‘hell, I can try it’. He knew he couldn’t hesitate much longer or all would be lost. If Jake turned away again, it was over, and there wouldn’t be another chance. Jake was being more patient now than he expected. He stood there pulling on his cock, making it grow thicker and longer, till it was like a chunk of radiator hose, hanging out over his palm about eight inches. Hanging in an arch, not even hard yet! Geezuss, I can’t take all of that, Brady thought. I couldn’t if I wanted to! But his mind was racing ahead and instinctively, he wet his lips, and Jake, seeing that, thrust his hips forward. His cock arched out over his palm even further and swung majestically, barely an inch from Brady’s lips. My God, how big is he going to get?

“You want it or not?” Jake asked finally when Brady still hesitated.

It’s now or never, Brady thought, and his answer escaped his lips despite his best intentions. “Yes,” he said softly, his head lowered. He could see Jake’s big cock extending further out over his palm, focusing right at his face, almost menacing with its wide slit that would surely spew copious amounts of semen when he shot off. It was already oozing precum. But he couldn’t find the courage to lift his head and face it.

“Well? Was that a yes-now, or yes-later?” Jake asked. “If you’re waiting till I get you the stuff, I’ve got it right here in my locker.”

“You do?” Brady asked, looking up. “You keep the stuff in your locker?”

“What do you think, I’m gonna set up a display out in the gym?” Jake scoffed. “Hey, it’s not illegal–yet–like most guys think it; it’s just that it can’t be had around here.”

There was a deathly quiet; so deathly that it threatened to bring the curtain down between them and the deal would be off.

“We can wait till you make up your mind….till you’re sure,” Jake said calmly as he flung his jeans out to put them on. “I mean, there’s no rush on my part; only rush is how quickly you want the stuff.”

“No, wait, I….I need the stuff now….I didn’t know you had it with you but since you do, I need it now.”

“Well, then you’re gonna have to suck my cock now,” Jake said, sounding rather impatient. “I don’t do business on credit. It’s not pick-up now and suck later.”

Still, he couldn’t do it. Nothing in him was strong enough to propel him those couple of inches to take Jake’s cock in his mouth. God, how could he even ask him….a straight guy….to do it! Jake hunkered himself forward, blatantly sliding his cock along the side of Brady’s face. It left a warm slick trail of precum. It hung into the hollow of his neck, hot, like a poker. In his excitement, Brady had forgotten about the door. He froze at the sound of it opening and started to jerk away but Jake held him firm.

“Warming him up, Jake?” the person asked.

“Yeah, he’s a little gun-shy,” Jake replied.

“Yeah, I know that feeling,” the person said.

It was too late, the guy had seen them. Brady recognized the voice. It was Scott Showers. Jake eased his grip enough that Brady could move his head and he saw Scott walking back to the showers, skinning his tank-top off on the way. Scott was the perfect example that Brady wanted to follow. He’d been making terrific gains the last couple of months, his six-one frame fairly ballooning with hard, shapely muscle. Brady knew it had to be the stuff he was taking and now he knew he was getting it from Jake, which meant he was paying Jake’s fee. Scott Showers was sucking Jake’s cock!!?! He watched Scott’s broad, heavily-muscles shoulders till he was out of sight and realized that Jake had let go of his head.

“Fuck it,” Jake growled and flung his jeans out again. He had one foot up to shove into the leg when Brady suddenly came to his senses and reached out and grabbed his jeans. Jake didn’t let go of them.

“Are you sure?” Jake asked, sounding impatient. “You gotta fuckin’ make up your mind.”

Without further hesitation Brady leaned forward with his eyes closed and his mouth open. Jake guided his cock into his mouth. He trembled as his mouth was filled with hot, meaty cock for the first time, and his first taste of ball juice. It was so big that the head and a couple of inches of the thick shaft nearly filled his mouth. The damn thing was growing to an unbelievable size. Thicker, and harder, and longer….Shit, the more he took in his mouth, the more there was left. Godd, he hoped Jake didn’t expect him to take it all the way. The only place for it to go was down his throat, and nobody could do that. Jake worked it around inside Brady’s mouth, probing at his cheeks. Then he eased back, all the way out. It bobbed up and down and quivered violently. “My God, it’s a foot long!” Brady gasped.

“Naw, only ten inches,” Jake said.

Brady was surprised how willingly he opened his mouth when Jake thrust himself at him again.

“There, that’s not so bad is it?” Jake said.

“Huh-uhhhhh.” Brady mumbled around the huge hunk of meat.

“It’s just a little scary at first….the idea of sucking cock for the first time….and taking something this big, I know that’s gotta be a little scary,” Jake said as he moved his cock back and forth between Brady’s lips.

Brady tried to jerk away when he heard the door open again behind him but Jake quickly put his big hands around Brady’s head to hold him in place, and kept pumping his cock in and out of his mouth. Brady strained against him but it was no use. He couldn’t see who had come in.

“I see you’ve got another customer,” the guy said casually.

“Yeah, a real hungry customer,” Jake said.

The guy laughed.

Brady stopped trying to wrench free. The horse was out of the barn. Steve Showers knew what was going down, and now whoever had just walked in sure as hell knew.

“Don’t worry, dude, everybody knows what’s going on around here,” Jake said.

Not everybody, Brady thought. He didn’t know till now, and there had to be a lot of other guys out there who didn’t know. Tears of humiliation and embarrassment began to well up in Brady’s eyes. In his eagerness he hadn’t even thought about guys coming in. How could he be so stupid! Word would get around the gym….but maybe it wouldn’t. He’d never heard any rumors about any of the guys, even though Jake said there were guys servicing him. Scott, for one, for certain. Maybe it was the world’s best-kept secret. Certainly the guy who just walked in didn’t seem to think anything about what was going on; like he saw it every day. Maybe everybody knew, but nobody was talking, because maybe everybody was in on it.

Brady was startled when he realized that he was no longer just offering his mouth for Jake to fuck, he was reciprocating!….moving his mouth up and down the thick shaft that distended his lips so. He was sucking Jake’s cock!!! And without any help from Jake.

“Yeah, you’re doing good for a straight guy,” Jake told him.

Well, he was way past saying he would never do such a thing. He was doing it, and he wanted to make it good. He needed the stuff. Jake was the type who wouldn’t settle for somebody going through the motions of giving him a blowjob; it had to be a good blowjob. He would give Jake all the pleasure he could. He wrapped one hand around Jake’s muscular thigh and the other one around his butt. His butt was like a smooth, warm rock. Brady was surprised that he liked the feel of another guy’s muscles in his hands.

“Fuck, kid, you know how to suck cock!” Jake gasped.

Hearing Jake’s raspy tone, Brady backed off. “You’re not going to cum in my mouth, are you?” he asked as he wrapped his hand around the huge cock.

“That’s the whole point of getting your cock sucked,” he said.

Fearful now, Brady moved his hand up and down the thick shaft, pulling the delicate sheath up too, it formed a collar around the head, and then pulled it back. The network of thick, bluish veins under the thin sheath looked like a road map, bulging with his life’s blood. All of a sudden he didn’t mind sucking cock, but he couldn’t take Jake’s load in his mouth, and the idea that Jake might force him scared him.

“I can’t, Jake….I can’t do that,” Brady said.

“Sure you can….if you want the stuff,” Jake said. “Besides, this stuff’s full of protein. Just consider that you’ll be getting a bonus every time I shoot in your mouth. Now get back on my cock.”

He didn’t know whether he believed Jake about his cum being full of protein but Brady dutifully slid his mouth back down on Jake’s huge cock, his mind reeling, still wondering what he would do when Jake went off. Jake was not only expecting to come in his mouth, he was expecting him to swallow it! And if he tried to refuse, the big muscle stud would probably force him. His stomach twisted up at the thought of it. But he kept on sucking the vein-bulging cock. He told himself that every stroke of his lips up and down the long shaft brought him that much closer to getting bigger. That it was only going to be twice a week. If he could get through it just once and see what it was like, what it tasted like, maybe he could handle it.

Someone else came in and walked past them without saying a word. Brady couldn’t see who it was. He had no choice but to keep sucking, with Jake’s big hands holding his head in place. He reached up and brushed his hands away.

“You don’t have to hold my head,” he said. He wondered how many guys were doing this for Jake. He tried to think of all the really big guys in the gym. Were they all sucking cock for their stuff? Well, if they were doing it, he could do it, if it meant he could get as big and muscular as them.

Jake was enjoying the hell out of it. A little too much, Brady suddenly realized. He was snorting and groaning and he had his hands clasped tightly around Brady’s head again and he was force-fucking his mouth. He’s going to cum, Brady thought with horror. He braced himself, as more tears welled up. It’s going to happen….he’s going to shoot his load in my mouth! The next instant he thought Jake was going to pull his cock out, but he pulled it back so just the head was between Brady’s lips.

“Lick it,” Jake told him. “Lick around on the head and help me cum.”

For a split second he thought of breaking away and running but then he followed Jake’s orders. It was too late anyway. He licked his cock like a hungry puppy lapping up warm milk. He closed his eyes with anticipation but quickly opened them and shivered as he realized that he wanted to watch Jake’s hard abs rippling and twisting as he swung his hips back and forth. Jake let out a gasping groan from somewhere in his belly and his thighs shook and Brady knew for sure that he was coming. The next instant the stuff shot out and splattered against the back of his mouth and slid down into his throat. Another slathered across his tongue, too fast and powerful for him to get any taste from it. But then it was shooting so fast and with so much volume that his mouth was filling up and his tongue was covered in thick, warm man-slime and he was tasting it. His first reaction was that it tasted awful. But as he suffered through it, concentrating on the mission at hand, he decided it wasn’t so bad after all. Other guys were doing it, after all. He still wouldn’t let himself believe that Jake expected him to swallow it. He had a mouthful, for chrissakes–he couldn’t get it down. Not without gagging or worse, throwing up, and that would sure as hell piss Jake off.

As his climax died down, Jake slid his cock through the mouthful of cum and before Brady knew what was happening, the big, thick cock was burrowing into his throat! Oh Godd….Ohhh, he’s going to choke me to death….he’s going to kill me with it! But it was okay. His throat muscles parted, even seemed to welcome the huge, rubbery cock, so well-lubricated with cum. He quickly found his face smashed into Jake’s pubes and his balls pressing against his chin, impaled completely on the huge cock. Thankfully, it was losing some of its rigidity and he could actually swallow around the thick tube in his throat. In the process, he gulped down some cum. Realizing then that he could to it, he swallowed again, his throat muscles pulling the thick cock deeper and letting more cum slide down.

“Oh, yeah, milk my cock,” Jake moaned as he twisted his pubes against Brady’s face. After a couple of minutes Jake pulled his cock back out of Brady’s throat. The head dragged across his tongue, pulsing out more globs of come, and then it was gone. It fell against his thigh, leaving a trail of come on Brady’s chin.

“Motherfuck, kid! That was the best first-timer I ever had! If it was your first time.”

Brady nodded a sort of thanks but kept his head lowered as he continued to gulp, trying to swallow all of Jake’s cum. The taste lingered and he worked up spit to try and swallow the taste. He was leaned forward, holding onto the edges of the bench with both hands, gasping for air, stunned at what he’d done; thankful that it was over.

“You did okay, kid,” Jake told him.

“It was my first time,” Brady said. He wanted to get that cleared up.

Jake pressed a canister against his chest. “First one is on me,” he said.

Brady clutched the canister against his chest with one hand like it was a sacred icon. Jake grabbed his towel and headed back to the showers. Brady heard more water running, then the banter and laughter of the men in the showers. He thought they were probably talking and laughing about him, the new “servicing” recruit.

With the canister in hand, Brady tried to justify what he’d done, and to think of some way to avoid Jake. The justification came easy. He wanted the stuff–needed it–and he had to pay Jake’s price. Avoiding Jake wasn’t so easy. Maybe he could work out at the “Y” till he could figure out another way of getting more stuff then he could go back to the gym if he couldn’t find a way. But Jake would catch on and it would piss him off and there would go his source.

He tried to avoid Jake at his next workout. His body felt more alive than ever before as he pumped the heavy weights. His muscles burned and bulged and he imagined he could actually see them getting bigger. The stuff was working! He was going to get as big as a barn. He hit on the idea of avoiding the locker room altogether. He would shower at home. He was greatly relieved when Jake didn’t say anything as he was leaving the gym without showering.

Brady knew he was only delaying the inevitable. The supply would last only so long and if he didn’t find another source, he would have to go crawling back, begging Jake for more, and paying his price. And if he didn’t service him twice a week, as they had agreed, he knew there wasn’t much chance that Jake would trust him again. The next day was a day off for Brady. He had to give his muscles a chance to grow. Friday, he was back in the gym, his muscles tingling to be worked.

“You left in a bit of a rush the other night,” Jake said as they met at the water fountain.

“Yeah, I had to get home,” Brady said.

“I hope you don’t have to rush home tonight,” Jake said.

“No, I’m good,” Brady said nervously.

“Yeah, I know you are,” Jake said with a knowing, leering grin.

Brady tried to fight the nervousness all through his workout. There was no need to be nervous, he told himself. He’d done it once, he could do it again. It was just the idea of it….well, stop thinking about it….stop telling yourself over and over that you have to suck Jake’s cock. But Jake’s mere presence was a constant reminder. He tried to dismiss it from his mind for the time he had left to work out but it didn’t work. Every time he looked across the gym at Jake’s bulging muscles his eyes fell instinctively to his crotch. Stop looking at him, he told himself. But that didn’t work either. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of him as he imagined himself getting that big.

Suddenly he realized with horror that part of his nervousness was because he was anxious for his workout to be over! God, no! I’m NOT looking forward to it! No, looking forward to getting it over with but not what was to follow.

Jake never followed any kind of strict schedule like most of the guys and he didn’t keep a workout log. He just sort of rambled through his workouts and got results. So it was easy and understandable that he stopped working out when Brady was done.

Brady knew he couldn’t slip out of the gym this time. He had to stay and face the music. Or if he didn’t he couldn’t come back and then he would have to find another source. He didn’t know any other source besides Jake. He hurriedly shed his clothes, grabbed a towel and headed back to the shower, like a scared rabbit. He felt somehow safe within the tiled walls of the small, darkened shower room. Shit, it was stupid. Like Jake wasn’t going to come back and find him in the shower. It was like when he was a little boy, he used to hide under a blanket and think nobody could see him. Suddenly he heard another showerhead being turned on. He glanced over his shoulder and saw it was Jake.

“You seemed in a rush again,” Jake observed. “Not trying to skip out on me, are you?”

“No,” Brady replied quickly. “No man. I just thought….I’d rather do it back here in the shower….out of the way of the traffic in the locker room. If that’s okay with you.”

“Sure. Suits me,” Jake agreed as he began soaping up. “Let me get all squeaky clean for you first. Unless you’d rather have me all sweaty. Some guys do.”

“N-no, go ahead and finish your shower,” Brady said.

He watched Jake’s muscles, still pumped up and bulging from his workout, and glistening from the water sheeting down. All the water from his upper body seemed to follow the ridges of his deep-cut abs and gather at the bottom to stream down his big cock. It made his cock look like a fire hose. Brady felt weak in his stomach when Jake walked toward him. He knew where he had to be and his knees grew weak and sort of folded under him till his kneecaps were pressing against the tile floor. Jake’s cock swung out in his face. He still couldn’t believe how big it was. He couldn’t believe any man could possess such a big cock. And what the hell good was it? He couldn’t fuck that many women with a cock that size. But then Jake didn’t have to worry about fucking women; he had enough guys taking care of his sexual needs.

Jake jutted his hips out and twisted around, causing his rubbery cock to swing back and forth in Brady’s face. Brady opened his mouth but he couldn’t catch it. Jake was teasing him with it. He felt ridiculous; like a bird vying for food its mother was offering. Finally, Jake let him have it. He leaned in to suck it into his mouth and Jake gave it a little boost and shoved it right down his throat. He almost panicked till he realized how easy it went down. He held it in his throat till it expanded and grew and hardened so much that he couldn’t keep it. He almost choked before Jake let him back off of it.

“Getting easier, ain’t it?” Jake said as he began fucking his face. “It always gets easier when you start liking it,” he added with a chuckle.

Brady prayed nobody else would come in. He felt so vulnerable and exposed in the wide-open shower room, maybe because he was facing the door this time. His prayers went unanswered. He didn’t hear the door but he jumped when someone spoke.

“Ah, collecting your fee, there, Jake?”

“Yeah….he’s paying up real nice,” Jake said, looking over his shoulder.

The next moment, Adam Spicer was standing next to them, pulling on his cock as he watched Brady servicing the big bodybuilder. Adam was another one who had made some pretty phenomenal gains in a short period of time. Brady wondered why he’d never seen any of these other guys doing what he was doing. Maybe Jake’s story was all a hoax. Maybe he was the only one sucking Jake’s cock.

“Does he take the bonus?” Adam asked, his cock growing hard. He was standing like he was offering his cock to Brady.

“Oh, yeah….not many guys don’t take the bonus, they know it’s good for them,” Jake said.

The final humiliation came when Jake shot off in his mouth. He wasn’t expecting it and he choked and gagged and Adam stepped over to watch up close, knowing full well what was happening.

“Man, if you’re going to take it, take it,” Adam told him. “He don’t like it when you lose a drop.”

Brady didn’t lose a drop. He recovered from his choking and gulped Jake’s heavy load down to the last drop. When he was done, Jake pulled his cock out and turned back to his shower, nonchalant as if nothing unusual had happened. Brady stayed there on his knees, slumped over, catching his breath, too humiliated to get up. This better be worth it, he thought. These other guys better be doing what I’m doing. But he couldn’t be sure.

Doubts kept gnawing at his guts. Over the next few days, Brady picked up on some remarks about a supplier that it sounded like some guys were using, instead of Jake. He pin-pointed the guys doing the talking and made it a point to use the equipment and machines close to them. He succeeded in picking up a name and then an address. Joey, on Hickory Street. Yess! He had his alternate source!

He searched the maps in the telephone book but couldn’t find Hickory Street. Finally he called the library. There was no Hickory Street. Okay, it had to be in Springville, the next largest town about thirty miles away.

In Springville, he got directions to Hickory. It was a quasi-residential area with big old houses and smaller businesses interspersed. He didn’t have an address. He stopped at a dry-cleaners and asked about a guy named Joey. The smallish Oriental man gave him a blank look.

“I need to see him,” Brady said.

The man grabbed a scrap of paper and scribbled on it, then turned and rushed to the back, out of sight. Brady picked up the paper. It had 12×2 written on it. Twelve times two….what the hell was that. “Twenty-four,” he murmured. He rushed outside and checked the number of the dry-cleaners. It was 3824. He got in his car and drove back a block. His heart fell when he found 2222 and 2226 with a church sitting between the two buildings. Unless Joey was a priest, somebody was full of shit. He looked at the paper again. This was nuts. It was like he was tracking down the mafia. Then it hit him; 12×12…..1212. He drove down another block. Twelve-twelve was a pool hall and tavern. At barely nineteen, he wasn’t old enough to go in but he did anyway. The bartender gave him a scowl but Brady walked right up to the bar. “I need to see Joey,” he said.

The bartended just kept scowling at him.

“Is he here?” Brady asked bravely.

“I need to see some ID,” the bartender said.

“I’m not old enough to be in here, but I’m not here to buy booze,” Brady explained. “I just want to see Joey and here’s where they told me he would be.”

The bartender thought for a minute then walked to the back and disappeared. A moment later he came back to the bar, nodding toward the back. Brady walked through the bar on legs that he doubted would deliver him to Joey even if he did have the courage to speak. He ducked through a door into a hallway. On the left and right were rest rooms. He went further and went through the first door to find a heavy-set man behind a desk.

“Are you Joey?” Brady managed to say in a hoarse voice.

“I could be. Depends,” the man said. He overflowed the office arm-chair and his hands looked like two hams as he folded them together on the desk.

“Does it depend on….on stuff you sell?” Brady asked bravely.

The man scowled and smiled at the same time. His smile broadened as he looked Brady up and down. “You look like you’re already on something,” he said.

“I am….I just started.”

“Come over here,” the man said, cutting him off.

Brady walked over to the desk and the man motioned him to come around. He walked around the desk. The man reached out and felt his thigh.

“Feels like rock,” he said. “Take off your shirt.”

Obediently, Brady peeled his shirt off and held it in one hand. Joey took it from him and laid it on the desk, then ran his hand across Brady’s stomach. “Looks like your stomach was carved from rock, too,” he said. He moved on up and squeezed Brady’s pecs; or tried to. Brady instinctively tightened his chest muscles, making them so hard that it was difficult to get a finger hold in the taut muscles. “Goddam, kid, with muscles like this, why do you need anything from me?”

“I wanta get bigger,” Brady said. In his mind he was fully expecting to have to exchange sexual favors with this man for the stuff he so desperately wanted. The way the man was feeling him up, he could only hope that it was Joey who wanted to go down on him instead of the other way around.

“Bigger ain’t always better, except here,” Joey said as he groped Brady’s crotch. “And it don’t feel like you need any help there.”

“I’m okay there….good to go,” Brady said.

“I’ll bet you are,” Joey said. Suddenly he rang a bell that sat on his desk and the bartender appeared at the door. There was no reaction when he saw Brady standing there, shirtless, with Joey groping his crotch.

“What do you think of this boy?” Joey asked.

“He’s nice. Fuckin’ impressive,” the bartender said. He stayed.

Joey turned to Brady and said, “Take off your jeans. I wanta see your legs.”

Brady undid his jeans and shoved them down, clear down to his ankles, then straightened and flexed his thighs. Joey felt the hard muscles. “Fuckin’ caved out of stone,” he said. “Take ’em off.”

Brady hesitated, about to say that he could see his legs without him taking his jeans all the way off but he thought better of it. No sense arguing with the guy. He stepped out of his sneakers and pulled his jeans off. Again, Joey took his jeans and laid them on the desk.

“Turn around, let’s see your butt,” Joey said.

Brady was feeling uneasy but he turned around. He couldn’t imagine what was going on….why he was being asked to take off his clothes, unless….naw, it would take more than the bartender….he could handle him, and Joey was so big he couldn’t move that fast. He eyed his clothes on the desk, judging whether he could grab them if he had to make a run for it. He jumped at the feel of Joey’s hands on his butt.

“Nice….like a couple of ripe melons.” Then he was pulling his shorts down in back. Brady made a grab for his shorts and held them about half way down his thighs where he could yank them back up if he had to. He gasped when he felt Joey’s lips, giving his butt a big kiss.

“How about it, would you like to have a crack at this?” Joey asked the young bartender.

“Yeah, I sure would.”

Brady half froze as he turned around. If they meant to fuck him….no way! He tugged at his shorts.

“Holy Fuckin’ Shit!” the bartender exclaimed when he saw Brady’s cock. Brady realized only then that he was getting a hardon from Joey touching his butt.

“Now there is a thing of power and beauty,” Joey said, gazing at his cock.

The bartended swallowed, so loud that they could hear. “I gotta have that, boss,” he said in a hoarse tone.

“Go over there and get comfortable and let Howard make you feel good,” Joey told Brady, waving him toward a huge, sagging couch.

Brady was relieved but still scared and suspicious; and excited. At least they weren’t talking about fucking him. If the guy just wanted to suck his cock, well….that was business. And he was excited about getting his first blowjob. He took off his shorts and grabbed up the rest of his clothes to take with him to the couch. He lay back against one arm and spread his legs out, his cock towering up over his stomach. Howard, the bartender, went down on his hands and knees on the floor and began nuzzling in under his balls. Brady’s cock twitched and throbbed painfully. Maybe this would work out, he thought. He could easily make the drive to Springville for his supply, and he wouldn’t have to pay the fee Jake charged; he would be the one getting his cock sucked.

Howard wasted no time moving up his cock. When he had it wet, he pulled it straight up and went down on it.

“Awwwooohhhhhhhhhh!” Brady groaned with disbelief, tossing his head back. Howard moaned deep in his throat as he gulped on the big cock.

“Ohh, Geezuss….Ohhh….OHhh, damn, yeah,” Brady moaned.

“How do you like that, son?” Joey asked with a soft belly laugh.

Son!? The bartender was Joey’s son?

Howard rose up. “Aw, I love it, dad. Thanks for calling me back.”

Joey’s son knew how to suck cock and Brady was glad it was Howard giving him his first suck. He understood Jake’s finder’s fee now; he couldn’t blame him for collecting a blowjob for his services.

“Ohhhhh….Ohhh, suck it…aww, yeah…damn, yeah…all the way down…fuck, yeah, lick my balls,” Brady groaned.

Howard turned him every way but loose. He even tongued his ass. Brady was a little gun-shy about turning his ass up for him and he got a good grip on his pile of clothes in case he tried to fuck him. He would look like a fool running out of the pool hall naked, but so be it. But instead, he felt Howard’s tongue! Howard didn’t make any attempt to fuck him. He just wanted to suck his cock and tongue his ass.

“Look, I don’t know how much longer I can hold off,” Brady gasped at one point.

“You don’t have to. Let it fly,” Howard said.

Brady was so relieved. He still didn’t know the situation he was in; didn’t know what the consequences might be if he didn’t let Joey’s boy get his full satisfaction. He blew his load only minutes later. His cock fairly exploded, filling Howard’s hungry mouth. Howard tried to swallow but choked on the volume of it. He started coughing and rose up and turned his head aside to spit the stuff out right on the cushions of the couch. Brady’s cock kept spewing great streams of come all over his stomach. Finally, Howard recovered in time to recapture the belching cock and savor the final few spurts.

Brady relaxed into the couch, his chest heaving. Howard rose up on his haunches.

“Fuck, dad, I couldn’t handle his load….he comes like a horse,” Howard said.

“Just so you enjoyed it, boy,” Joey said.

Howard shoved himself up and put his hand down to pull Brady to his feet.

“I guess I should’ve asked….not that it matters now….but how old are you, kid?” Howard asked.

“I’m eighteen. I’m good to go,” Brady lied. He had turned nineteen a month ago but he thought Howard would like for him to be eighteen.

“Man, you can say that again,” Howard said as he was wiping up the come from the couch. “Shit, I hate wasting that.”

Brady was quickly getting dressed. He wanted to see what kind of deal he could make with Joey and then get the hell out of there. Joey was rummaging around in a desk drawer. He brought out a large canister and plunked it on the desk.

“That’s for your trouble, kid,” he said. “And for being so damned good looking and built and hung, and making my boy, Howard, happy.”

“Thanks,” Brady said as he pulled his shirt down. Joey didn’t say anything else.

Brady picked up the bottle. “How’re the chances of getting more….on a steady basis?” he asked.

“Where do you work out?” Joey asked. Brady told him. “I’ve got a dealer in that gym,” Joey said with a frown.

“I’ve heard, but I….I can’t find out who it is,” he lied.

“You know a guy named Jake?”

“Jake Wentworth. Big guy?” Brady said.

“Yeah. Ask Jake. He’ll take care of you.”

Brady’s heart sank. He was back where he’d started except he’d gotten his cock sucked for the first time. He decided to come clean.

“Look, sir….I lied. I know it’s Jake. I’ve gotten stuff from him a couple of times, but his price….he really charges.”

“The stuff’s expensive,” Joey said with a shrug. “It’s hard to get, you know that or you wouldn’t be here. Hard to get means it’s expensive.”

“But he charges….extra. Not money. He makes you….do stuff….for him.”

Joey laughed. “I don’t set my dealers’ prices, or their extras,” he said.

“But I could come over here and….Howard could….you know….he could suck my cock anytime he wanted.”

“I wish I could help you out, but it doesn’t work that way,” Joey said with in a polite tone of finality. “I gotta treat my dealers right, and it wouldn’t be right to undermine Jake. You go back to Jake. He’ll take good care of you. You go back to Jake and pay his fee.”

Brady could see there would be no further discussion. Howard walked him back through the bar. He made a quick grab at Brady’s butt on the way.

“Hey, thanks,” he told him. “Sorry dad couldn’t help you out, but that was the finest cock I’ve ever had.”

“Sure….anytime….thanks for this,” he said, holding up the bottle. He was beaten; back to where he’d started, only worse. When this cannister was gone he would have to go crawling back to Jake.

Brady was nervous all over again. He had enough steroids to last him through a cycle without going back to Jake, and the big guy was going to be wondering about that. So he couldn’t use the stuff Joey had given him. If he did, and a full cycle passed, Jake might not supply him with any more stuff. Maybe he could use some from Joey along with the stuff from Jake and make the supply last a little longer for each cycle and Jake wouldn’t catch on. He could say he was using it sparingly, trying to stretch it out.

Brady hated that he had to tell Jake that he needed more steroids. Jake probably knew, and was looking forward to seeing him come groveling for his fix. He was surprised how casually nice the big stud was when he approached him. Since it was his day off from working out, Brady didn’t expect to have to “pay the fee” on the spot. He would have to pay it the next day or so, yeah, but it was a day’s reprieve. He went into the locker, looking for Jake. He wasn’t at his locker.

“Jake?” he called as he went back to the shower room.

“Yeah….back here in the shower,” Jake called back.

Brady turned the corner to the opening of the community shower and stopped in his tracks. There was Jake leaned back against the wall with two guys down on their knees taking turns sucking his cock and his balls. One of them was big Ben Jamison. Brady didn’t know the other kid, but he’d seen him around the gym from time to time. The two looked up but then went back to sucking Jake’s cock and balls.

“Oh, I….I’m sorry, I can catch you later,” Brady said.

“Naw, it’s okay, they’re just getting caught up on their late fees,” Jake said.

“It’s….it’s personal,” Brady said.

“Nothing’s personal in here,” Jake said. “What’d you need?” Jake knew what he needed; he was just forcing him to say it. Anyway, it wasn’t like the two guys on their knees were cops or something. “Jake I….I, uh….need another canister,” he told him.

“So I heard.”

Brady cringed inside. He knew! Joey had sent the word back! But Jake didn’t seem to be upset.

“Got one in my locker,” he said as he thrust his cock at the two hungry mouths. “Can you wait till we’re done here?”

“Yeah….sure, I’ll wait in the locker room,” Brady said. “Or I can pick it up tomorrow.”

“Naw, this won’t take much longer,” Jake said. “They’re gonna get blasted in a minute or two. Just keep sucking boys….awwwh….yeah, chew on those big balls, kid!”

Brady wanted to stay and watch but it seemed somehow perverted. Hell, a tiny part of him wanted to strip off his clothes and join in! That scared him. He went back to the locker room to wait, breaking out in a sweat at the strange thoughts that crept into his head. A few minutes later, Jake came back to the locker room drying off, his huge cock swinging like a horse’s cock, and come still oozing from the slit.

He snapped open his locker and reached inside for a bottle. “Don’t ever try to do that to me again,” Jake warned, holding the bottle.

“I won’t….I’m sorry Jake, I just thought I could…..”

“I know. Just don’t do it again or you’re shit out of luck. You won’t be able to get anything from me or Joey,” Jake continued his warning. “I understand you wanting to shop around, but you gotta be careful doing that. You can get hold of some bad stuff. I won’t give you bad stuff.”

“Okay. I won’t,” Brady said. Jake handed him the bottle. Brady took it in exchange for the bills he stuffed in Jake’s hand. “Thanks, man,” he said.

“Looks like it’s working,” Jake said, eyeing him up and down.

“You think so? Can you see a difference?” Brady asked eagerly.

“Fuck, yeah. I’ve heard some other guys make remarks, too.”

“Great. Okay….I….I guess I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said.

Jake, laughing, reached out and clamped one hand over Brady’s shoulder. “Brady, how come you’re always so nervous around me. And don’t tell me it’s because I’m so big and awesome. Hell, you’ve done it, what….at least a dozen times, so you ought to be getting used to having my cock in your mouth.”

“I don’t ever get used to it,” Brady said hoarsely. “Not that I don’t want to do it,” he added quickly. “I just….you know….it’s something I have to keep from my girlfriend. And other guys here at the gym knowing…..”

“Hell, tell your girlfriend, and if it bothers her that much tell her to fuck off,” Jake said, laughing. “She likes the results, don’t she? Don’t she like all those muscles smashing against her?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact, she’s noticed a difference too,” Brady said proudly. “But if she knew how I was doing it…..”

“Hey, just kidding,” Jake said. “And you can see you’re not doing anything the other guys aren’t doing,” he went on. “You just saw Ben and Justin doing me.”

“Justin, was that his name?”

“Yeah. Justin, and he’s serious as hell about getting bigger and harder. Fuck, the kid is only eighteen years old, and look at him.”

“He’s only just eighteen! He looks older,” Brady said.

“Yeah, he does. Acts older, too. He said you’re looking great. He idolizes you, you know.”

“No, I didn’t know. I didn’t know anybody idolized me,” Brady said with a surge of pride.

“Better get used to it,” Jake said. “I don’t know, I think maybe he more than idolizes you. I think he might like you,” he added with a grin.

Brady flushed with embarrassment and turned to go.

“See you tomorrow,” Jake said.

“Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow.” It was Jake’s way of reminding him not to try to run out on him.

That night as he lay in bed, feeling his bulging muscles, Brady had the awful thought, wondering if maybe what Jake said was true, about his semen being full of protein. He said it was almost all protein; over ninety percent. Maybe that’s what was making him grow, as much as the steroids. If Jake was on steroids and the stuff was in his body, it stood to reason that his cum had to be full of the stuff. Shit that’s why everybody was seeing results. He really was getting a bonus when he sucked Jake off and swallowed his semen.

Jake didn’t follow any kind of schedule for his workouts but he kept a strict schedule of everyone he provided steroids to; along with their fee payment schedule, he liked to call it. Brady tried to get a peek at it inside his locker door to find out who all was on the list, but Jake was very careful to keep the schedule a well-kept secret. The next day after working out, Brady went back to the showers to wait for Jake to come in and collect his fee. He was surprised to see Justin walk in, looking sleek and sexy with his tanned muscles.

“You waiting on Jake?” the boy asked him.

“Yeah,” Brady said. He supposed the boy recognized him from the day before.

“You’re looking great,” Justin said. “I want to be built like you.”

“I’m trying to get bigger, like Jake,” Brady said.

“I don’t want to get that big and freaky. I want to look more like you do right now,” Justin said. “I was wondering if you would be interested in working out together; maybe you could give me some pointers.”

“I don’t think you need any pointers from me,” Brady said.

“I think you could probably teach me a lot,” Justin said.

Brady suddenly got the impression that the boy wasn’t talking just about lifting weights. He remembered what Jake had said about Justin liking him. “Okay, we can try it,” he said. “Are you waiting on Jake, too?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

“You were here yesterday,” Brady pointed out.

“I asked to be moved on the schedule, to the same day as you,” Justin said.

“Oh.”

“I wanted to do it with you, instead of Ben….pay my fee, I mean.”

“Okay. Yeah, that’ll be great,” Brady said.

“Do you like the taste of cum?” he asked boldly.

“No. I just suck it up, so to speak, and get it over with. It’s the price I have to pay.”

“I sort of do and I sort of don’t,” Justin said. “And Jake says it’s full of protein.”

“Yeah, he told me that, too.”

“Do you believe him?” Justin asked.

“I don’t know, I’m thinking he might be right,” Brady said.

Just then Jake strolled in, naked and studly as ever.

“Ah, my service awaits me,” he said with a wide grin as he walked under one of the shower heads. He turned on the water and began to soap up. “You guys wanta do this for me?” he asked, holding out the soap.

They both moved in on him, without question. If Jake wanted them to wash his body, they would gladly do it. God, he’s turning us all into slaves, Brady thought. When he was showered, the two young bodybuilders went to work on him. The only problem with two guys working him over at the same time, only one of them got his load.

Before, Brady would have gladly given it up to Justin, but he wanted it as much as the younger boy did now. They did their best to share it when Jake shot off but ended up losing a lot of it in the process. When he was satisfied, Jake reached down and pulled them to their feet. Justin left. It was a good time to talk to Jake.

“Jake….I was thinking….if there’s somebody who doesn’t want to pay his fee, I….I’ll take care of it for them,” said rather sheepishly.

A wide grin came across Jake’s handsome. “You’re getting to like it ain’t you?” he said to Brady. “You’re getting to like the taste of cum?”

“You said it’s full of protein, maybe you’re right,” Brady said.

“That’s not a scientific fact,” Jake said.

“Maybe they ought to do some research,” Brady said.

“Naw, we’ll do our own research and keep it our secret,” Jake said.

“Just don’t tell anybody I’m doing it in their place,” Brady said.

Brady’s mind reeled at what Jake had said….that he was getting to like the taste of his come. He wasn’t. He told himself every time that he hated the taste of the stuff, but there was no denying that it was getting easier and easier to take Jake’s big loads and swallow it. And he was getting more than his share; he was getting what should’ve been going to other guys who didn’t want to pay the price and were only too happy to let somebody else do their service for them. And Jake just jacked up the price of their stuff so he was making more money and getting his cock sucked.

It was soon time for another bottle of steroids. He wasn’t so shy and scared about approaching Jake now. He laid his money on the bench and Jake reached in his locker for a bottle. Brady reached up for it but Jake drew it back.

“My fee went up,” he said.

“What? What do you mean? What else do you want me to do? What else is there to….oh, no….no, not that….no, I can’t do that, Jake….” His voice trailed off and he felt weak in the knees. He had to sit down on the bench.

“Hell, I haven’t even told you,” Jake said, laughing.

“But I know what it is,” Brady said. “That’s not what we agreed to. And I’m paying other guys’ fees.”

“At your request,” Jake reminded him. “Thinking about it, I ought to be charging for every load. Hell, my cum is probably as potent and powerful as the steroids. Yeah, I oughta be selling my own private stock of protein sauce,” he said, laughing. But his laughter died down and Brady knew they were back to the subject at hand; Jake’s new, higher fee.

“Are any of the other guys paying this new fee?” Brady asked.

“Yeah, a couple. I just raised it a couple of days ago. But they’ll all pay as their turn comes around.”

“You didn’t tell me I would have to….do that,” Brady said.

“I’m telling you now.”

“Jake, please….don’t….don’t make me do that…..”

“Do what?” Jake asked with an evil laugh.

“Fuck me. Don’t fuck me, Jake. Leave me with a little dignity….leave me some of my manhood.”

“Shit, stud, nobody’s questioning your manhood,” Jake declared. “There are a lot of guys in the gym who would like to be half the man you are.”

Brady hated it when Jake stroked his ego like that, even though he didn’t believe he did it intentionally.

“There are? Really?”

“Yeah, I told you Justin wants to be just like you. And somebody else was saying the other day that you must be a tiger in bed.”

“I wish that were true,” Brady mumbled.

“You having trouble in that department?” Jake asked pointedly.

“Not trouble. It’s just that I haven’t….given it as much thought as I used to.”

“Listen, I’ve got something for that….if it’s a hardon problem with your girlfriend,” Jake said.

“You’re a regular medicine man, got something for everything,” Brady said.

“Just about,” Jake agreed, laughing. Then his laughter faded as quickly as before. “So what about it? Do you want the stuff or not?” he asked, holding the bottle loosely in one hand.

“Yes, but….” His voice trailed off as he let his hand fall helplessly at his side; helpless and empty. “Fuck, Jake, I can’t do it.”

“No buts; it’s take it or leave it business,” Jake said as he started to put the bottle back in his locker.

“All right!” Brady snapped. “Okay, I….just….I’ll do it. I’ll try it. Just take it easy.”

With a broad smile, Jake brought the bottle back out and handed it to him. “You’re gonna get so fuckin’ big, nobody’s going to recognize you in a few more months,” he said.

Brady took the bottle and slipped it in his bag, then stood there. Jake raised a questioning brow. Brady held his hands out in a helpless gesture.

“I didn’t know if I….if I had to pay now….your fee, I mean….and where we….if we do that here too.”

“Sure. Hell, yes.”

Brady swallowed hard. “Not with the door unlocked,” he said. “I don’t want other guys walking in on that.”

“We’ll take a bench back in the shower room” Jake said. “Or do it standing up, or bent over….we’ll work it out.”

“Why can’t we go someplace….your place, maybe?” Brady suggested.

“I don’t take guys to my place. I’ve got my brother living with me and he would not understand.”

“Do I have to do it right now?” Brady asked.

“Now, or tomorrow; I don’t have you on the schedule yet.”

“Tomorrow, then,” Brady said.

“Great. I like a nice, clean ass, if you know what I mean, so take care of it,” Jake said.

Brady gave him a blank look then his face grew warm with embarrassment as he realized what Jake meant. “Oh, yeah….sure, I’ll take care of it,” he said. He left in a sweat, his head spinning. God, he’s gonna fuck my ass! He expects me to take that big horse cock of his up my ass! He didn’t know if it was going to be twice a week or if every other time he would be sucking his cock. Surely he wouldn’t be expected to do both; that would be servicing the big stud four times a week, plus all the times when he was servicing him for other guys. He dropped by a drug store and bought what he needed to provide Jake with his “nice clean ass.” He couldn’t eat supper and he didn’t sleep that night. He lay in bed thinking about the fate that awaited him; wondering what it would feel like to have Jake’s huge cock shoved in him. He thought about going to see Joey again. It probably wouldn’t do any good but he could try; even if he had to get on his knees and beg.

In the end he accepted his fate with Jake. There simply wasn’t any choice if he wanted to pursue his goal of getting big. He tried to think of a place where they could go, but he didn’t believe Jake would want to do that either. Jake liked being the center of attention in the locker room. He would want guys to walk in and see them.

His workout the next day sucked. He felt funny inside, too. He felt clean, but empty. It was a weird feeling. He couldn’t concentrate and he even couldn’t match the previous day’s reps or weight. All he could think about was what awaited him when he was finished with his workout. He tried to think of some excuse to leave the gym but that would only delay the inevitable. He had the stuff and Jake was expecting payment. He was going to get fucked, no two ways about it, or he would have to abandon his dream of getting bigger. He might as well get it over with. Maybe, like sucking Jake’s cock, after the first time it wouldn’t be so bad.

Brady saw Jake take a long drink at the fountain, wipe his face with the back of his hand and go into the locker room. He’s going to be waiting on me, Brady thought. Well, let him wait, he wasn’t done with his workout. It was a lie. He was done; he was stalling. Finally, it was no good. If he didn’t appear in the locker room soon, Jake would be out to check on him. He racked the dumbbells after his final set of chest presses and walked over to the fountain. He drank as much water as he could hold then headed into the locker room. The first thing he noticed was that one of the benches was missing, and he heard the showers running. Jake was back in the showers, like he’d said. Brady was thankful that he wasn’t going to do it on a bench right there in the locker room, right in front of the entrance. He took his time getting out of his workout clothes, but it didn’t take long enough; he wasn’t wearing that much. His hand shook as he picked up a clean towel off the stack, and his legs were suddenly so weak and shaky he didn’t know if he could make it back to the showers. He sat on the end of a bench to get retain his strength and to ponder what he was about to do. Was it really worth it? Maybe he ought to abandon his dream of getting so big. Most of those guys looked freaky anyway. He already had a good build, maybe he should settle for that. Even his girlfriend had told him she didn’t want him getting too big and looking freaky. He thought about giving the bottle back to Jake; he hadn’t opened it yet. But then someone came in from the gym, peeling off his shirt and when Brady saw his awesome chest and shoulders, his resolve weakened. He stood up and headed back to the showers. He had a fair idea what a convict might feel like heading for his own execution.

Jake was standing under the shower, his face tilted up in the spray of water, his hands rubbing across his thick pecs and his abs. There was the bench, set under the showers on the other side, and all the showerheads turned on. There was a large tube and a smaller one lying on the bench and a towel that was soaked.

“Sorry I took so long,” Brady said. Why was he apologizing!!? Because he was afraid to say or do the slightest thing that might upset the big bodybuilder.

“No problem. I’ve been getting myself primed,” Jake said.

Brady didn’t know what that meant. What was there to prime? All he needed was a stiff cock and Jake never seemed to have any problem there.

“Give me a minute to shower,” Brady said.

“Take your time. No need to rush things, unless you gotta be somewhere afterwards.”

“No….no, I don’t have to be anywhere,” Brady said. Hell, where would he go except home, where he could crawl into bed and try to forget what was about to happen to him. He soaped up twice, giving special attention to his butt. Jake wanted his ass nice and clean. He turned around from his shower to see Jake sitting on the bench, waiting, stroking his cock.

“Oh, I didn’t know you were ready.”

“Don’t this look like I’m ready?” Jake said, holding his cock at the root and swaying it around.

“It looks menacing,” Brady said.

“You scared?” Jake asked.

“Shitless,” Brady said.

“That’s natural. But don’t worry; I’ve got some stuff here that I’m going to use on you that’ll deaden the pain a little. It’s still gonna hurt cause I’m so big, but it won’t hurt as bad.”

“Good. Thanks,” Brady said as he walked over to the bench. “How do you want me?”

“Bent over, for starters,” Jake said.

Brady set one knee on the bench and bent over, taking hold of the sides of the bench with both hands, with his hips twisted toward Jake.

“It’s good the way you’re handling this,” Jake said.

“Do I have a choice?”

“I mean you’re taking it like a man,” Jake said.

“That remains to be seen,” said Brady.

“You will,” Jake assured him. “A macho straight stud like you ain’t gonna be whining and yelling and crying.”

Eyeing Jake’s huge cock as he lubed it up, Brady wondered about that. He couldn’t imagine how the huge hunk of meat was going to fit inside him; how his tiny asshole could possibly stretch to fit it. He was soon to find out. He winced as Jake rubbed his finger around his asshole. But it felt strangely good and he sort of relaxed. It felt good when he forced his finger though the hole; better when he drove it deeper, all the way in and touched a spot that made him gasp with pleasure. Brady had to gulp down the moans; the last thing he wanted was to let Jake think he liked what he was doing to him.

But he couldn’t help it and he couldn’t fake it. As Jake drove his thick, long finger in and out of his tight asshole, he was hitting something that sent Brady up the walls; a spot deep inside him that made him feel like he wanted to cum.

“UUhhnn…ohhhh,” he gasped, unintentionally.

Jake laughed. “Is that feeling good already?”

“No. It’s not hurting as bad as I thought it would, though,” Brady lied.

“Some guys get to liking it,” Jake said. “Maybe you will too.”

Don’t count on it, Brady thought. He cringed when he felt the heat of Jake’s blunt cockhead pressing against his hole. He braced himself. It’s going to happen, he told himself in panicked silence. He’s gonna fuck me and I’m gonna take it like a man. Jake shoved and the pliable muscles surrounding Brady’s asshole gave way inward but his cock didn’t go in.

“I don’t think it’s going to fit,” Brady said hoping that he would abandon the idea, but then, wondering if Jake was very discouraged from doing it to a guy.

Jake didn’t say anything. He tried again, and again. Each time, Brady could feel his asshole giving way, stretching hard around the curvature of the huge cock head. If I take this, I’ll be able to take a ball bat, Brady thought. The head of his cock was indeed the size of a baseball.

Jake clasped his big hands around Brady’s hips, took a firm stance and shoved hard and the tight muscle popped open to accept the huge cudgel. It was a split second of pain before it registered in Brady’s brain that Jake had penetrated his asshole. In that split second, the message reached his brain and the pain suddenly became excruciating. It hurt so bad he couldn’t even cry out; he choked on it. He cringed and gritted his teeth and tears came to his eyes. Jake didn’t seem to realize that he was hurting him so bad, or he didn’t care. The big cock sank deeper and deeper into him, hitting and bumping into stuff in the way, dodging around it, going deeper, and it felt like his asshole was being turned outside in.

Brady was finally able to force the pent-up air out of his lungs. “Geeausssssss!” he gasped before he sucked in another deep breath.

“You’re about there,” Jake said. “Fuck, man, you’re taking it like a real man. Shit, I don’t know where it’s all going but your ass is swallowing it up.”

Brady squeezed the edges of the bench so hard his knuckles were white. He hunched forward when Jake’s cock hit something but it slid past and burrowed deeper till he felt Jake’s thighs and loins pressing against him.

“You got it, dude,” Jake said triumphantly. “Feel that? You took all of it. Feel it?”

“Yesss!” Brady hissed. “Geezusss, Yess, I feel it.”

Jake gave him a moment to get used to it then began fucking him. When he pulled his cock back, his sphincter squeezed so tight around it that it felt like his ass was being pulled inside out. Brady fought to keep from blacking out. Part of him wanted to, but he was afraid to let himself drift away. He didn’t think Jake would stop just because he blacked out.

“Damn, you’re tight,” Jake exclaimed softly.

“Hell yes I’m tight, I’ve never been fucked before, and you’ve got a cock the size of a horse,” Brady snapped over his shoulder.

“Well, now you can say you have been fucked,” Jake said smartly. “Now that’s something you can take to the bank.”

Brady didn’t see it that way. Jake wasn’t losing anything; he was gaining everything. He was breaking in a new piece of ass for himself. Even as he swore to himself that he wouldn’t let this happen again, Brady knew he was lying. The pain was dissipating little by little which gave rise to the hope that he could get through it. And if he could get through it once, he could endure it again, and again, and as often as Jake wanted to fuck him. It was just another price he had to pay for the steroids. Everything in life had a price.

His mind seemed to block out the reality of what was happening to him till he slowly came to realize that the pain was gone. There was just the feeling of being stuffed with hot meat, and Jake’s big cock sliding in and out of his guts. Both directions, a certain way he moved his hips, Jake’s cock slid across that spot that he’d found with his fingers. It sent shivers down Brady’s spine and he found himself anticipating the next thrust or withdrawal. Maybe it would be no worse than sucking Jake’s cock, once he got used to it. Actually, maybe it would be better.

Jake was fucking him with a slow, steady rhythm, twisting his hips around in circles as he shoved, making his cock lob around inside Brady’s ass, like a screw drilling a new hole. It had made its path and commanded the entire length of his insides; nothing in its way. Brady’s asshole began to relax and it didn’t feel so bad. More than that….it was feeling sort of good. Too good. He didn’t think he was supposed to like it. He was supposed to be paying the price but he was getting more out of it than the steroids. It got better and better and he couldn’t help shoving back onto Jake’s cock.

“Ahh, I guess it’s feeling okay,” Jake said as he met Brady’s thrust with his own.

“Uhhnnn! Ohhhh…OHhhhhh….Awwwhhh……” Brady moaned.

“Yeah, take it, stud. You like my big cock boring you a new asshole, don’t you?”

“Fuck, damn yeah,” Brady gasped. “Ohh….ohhh, Jake…Ohhh, that feels so fuckin’ good.”

“Shit, kid, you know how to move that ass…. Ohhhhh ….ohhhhh, yeah, you know how to fuck!”

“Godd, Jake!”

“Yeah, damn yeah, not bad for a straight guy,” Jake said.

Suddenly he realized that he was going to be deprived of Jake’s load, doing it this way. All that protein sauce was going to be shot in his ass and wasted. With the pain gone, that was worse punishment than being fucked.

“Jake…Jake….,” he cried softly.

“Yeah. Is it feeling good, boy?”

“Yeah, it feels good, Jake, but I’m not gonna get your load this way, man,” Brady said.

“Sure you can. I’ll pull out at the last minute and give it to you in your m mouth, just like always,” Jake said as he withdrew his cock.

Brady cringed at the thought of taking his cock in his mouth right out of his ass but now that it was brought up, he knew there was nothing he could do about it. Besides, he had cleaned out good. He just hoped it was good enough.

“Turn over on your back,” Jake told him.

He turned over and Jake lifted his legs onto his shoulders and shoved his cock back in him.”

“OOOuuhhhhhhh!”

“You like it this way?”

“It goes in deeper this way,” Brady gasped.

“This is the way you’re supposed to get it, then; like a woman.”

“I’m not a woman,” Brady said. He squeezed his asshole as tight as he could as if to prove it.

“AAwwwhhhhhhh! Fuck, you’re gonna squeeze my cock off!”

“Does that feel like a woman?” Brady asked. “You ever had a woman who could squeeze your cock like that with her pussy?”

“No! No…,Godd, Brady, ease up. Shit, you cut off the blood supply.”

Brady was glad he had some power over the big stud. But when he did it again, Jake slammed his cock into him like a pile driver.

“AWWWWWwhhhhhh!” Brady cried. “Awww, you’re gonna tear my asshole apart.”

“I fuckin’ said ease up,” Jake growled.

Brady hadn’t heard anyone come in. He didn’t know there was anyone else in the shower room till he looked up and saw the guy who’d come in the locker room standing there. Then he saw Justin, dripping wet under the shower. His face was a mask of blank disbelief. He wondered how long he’d been there.

“Aw, Mannn, he’s fucking you,” Justin whispered

“Damn right, and you’re next,” Jake said.

“No. No, I….I can’t….c-can’t do that, Jake,” Justin stammered fearfully.

“That’s what he said, and look at him,” Jake scoffed.

“Maybe he’s gay and likes it. I’m not. I’m straight. I got a steady girlfriend even,” the boy said.

Jake laughed. “Now don’t that sound familiar,” he scoffed. “Hey, Brady tell Justin about your steady girlfriend. Tell Justin about being straight.”

But Brady couldn’t talk. He was being consumed with lust that he’d never experienced before, building up, getting worse, threatening to sear his brain and leave him senseless. He couldn’t even tell Jake to slow down before he made him come. He didn’t want to come. He wanted to go on; wanted Jake to keep on fucking him. Finally, it burst out in the open with a loud swoosh of air that was forced out of his lungs and Brady started moaning aloud.

“Ohhh…..Ohhhhhh….Awwww, Jake….Ohhhh, Jake, fuck me…. .Goddd, fuck me! Don’t stop, Jake….please….d-don’t stop….you’re gonna make me cum….don’t stop, Jake….fuck me….FUCK ME!”

Jake smiled as he pumped his big cock in and out of Brady’s ass like the lone piston in a giant engine. “There’s your straight talk,” he told Justin. “Hear that straight stud talking? Stand there and watch the straight boy shoot. I’m gonna make him come so hard you’d better stand back a little. Don’t tell me you can’t do it, Justin my boy. Fuck, there’s nothing like fucking a straight guy.”

Justin had squatted down at the head of the bench. “Does it really feel good?” he asked Brady.

“Oh, God….if you only knew! I thought I couldn’t take it, just like you, but…. Ohhhhh….Ohhhh, Jake! Jake, fuck me, I’m cumming!!!”

Suddenly the stuff shot out like a cannon, splattering cum all over Justin’s face. He reared back with surprise but then leaned back in with his face against Brady’s face so they were both pelted with thick ropes of cum. Brady wasn’t quite finished when Jake suddenly pulled his cock out of his ass and scrambled to straddle his chest.

“Ohhh….Oh, no….don’t take it out, Jake….keep fucking me….ohhhh, please, Jake, fuck me.”

“You wanted me to shoot it in your mouth. You wanted my protein sauce,” Jake said.

“Oh, Godd….I don’t know what I want,” Brady whimpered like he was half crying.

“Hey, Justin, have you got a hardon?” Jake asked as he squeezed off his cock.

“Like a fuckin’ poker,” Justin said. “I couldn’t help it, watching you guys.”

“Get back there and fuck him,” Jake said. “Fuck his eyeballs out.” Jake shoved his cock in Brady’s waiting mouth and released his grip to let his climax erupt.

Brady shook with anticipation as he waited for the explosion. At that instant he groaned as he felt Justin’s cock sliding into his ass. Jake’s cock exploded with thick ropes of hot cum shooting hard in his mouth. He slobbered like a starved wolf to catch it. He didn’t want to miss a drop. It wasn’t just the protein; he wanted Jake’s hot cum right out of his huge, beautiful cock. And Justin was fucking him to a frenzy. He wasn’t as big as Jake but he knew where to put his cock. He probably had no idea what he was doing to him, but he was sliding right across home plate, and every time he slid his cock across that spot, it made Brady squeal with pleasure–so much pleasure that it forced another load out of his aching balls.

“Ohhhhh….Oh, Goddd, I’m gonna cum too!” Justin cried.

“Give it to him,” Jake said. “Come up here and give it to him in his mouth. Don’t waste it in his ass.”

Justin jerked his cock free and rushed to the head of the bench where Brady’s mouth was open and waiting to receive his load. Suddenly his young body quaked and he let go.

“Ohnnn….uuhhnnnn….Awwww, fuck,” the boy moaned as he jacked his load into Brady’s mouth.

“MMMmmmm,” Brady moaned as he gathered the warm semen in his mouth. When it was about to overflow his mouth he swallowed it.

Jake stumbled back to his shower and Brady and Justin collapsed together on the bench.

“See you fuckers around,” Jake said as he was leaving.

“You want some more protein sauce?”

Brady looked around to see the other guy, standing at his shoulder with his cock sticking out over his face. He quickly finished swallowing Justin’s load and opened his mouth for the other man’s cock. Justin sat on the end of the bench, watching intently. It wasn’t long before he was getting another dose of man sauce. He drained the man and he left. It was the first time he’d gotten three loads in succession and he marveled at the difference in the taste of each one.

“This has been wild,” Justin said when the other men had gone.

“Yeah. Wild,” Brady agreed.

“Do you think you might change your mind about us working out together?” Justin asked.

“I guess we could,” Brady said.

“I was thinking, too….maybe we could help each other out in another way,” Justin said.

“What other way?”

“Giving each other our protein.”

Brady gave him a confused scowl.

“I wouldn’t mind sucking you off to get your stuff,” Justin said. “And you could have mine….if you wanted to do it. I don’t shoot as much as you or Jake, but you could have what I’ve got.”

“Okay. Sure, I wouldn’t mind,” Brady said. “We would still have to do Jake, though.”

“I don’t mind doing Jake,” Justin said. “Just like I wouldn’t mind doing you. And it’s….well, you oughta know, it’s not just about your protein sauce, Brady,” he added.

“What else is it about?”

“You,” Justin said. “I like you, Brady. I wanta do it because I wanta do it. I know you probably don’t feel the same way about me, but that’s okay. I just want you as a workout partner, and a friend.”

“Okay.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” Brady said.

“How many other guys are you doing it with here at the gym?”

“Nobody, except Jake, and now you,” Brady said.

“Do you think we might keep it that way? There’s nobody else I wanta do it with, except you.”

“Didn’t I hear you tell Jake you had a steady girlfriend?” Brady asked.

“Yeah, but this is something different. You got a girlfriend, too, he said.”

“Yeah, I have,” Brady said.

“But you’re sucking guys cocks, just like me.”

“Yeah….truth is, I don’t know how long I’m going to have a girlfriend,” Brady said. “Don’t know how long I’m gonna want one. You know, getting fucked by Jake…..it’s not all that bad. In fact, it was good. And I don’t think about sex with her so much anymore.”

“Maybe I could be your boyfriend, if that’s not a turn-off for you,” Justin said.

“You don’t turn me off, Justin,” Brady said, sliding closer to him on the bench. “You don’t turn me off at all.”

They were close, sitting astraddle the bench. They leaned in closer and Brady put his hands on Justin’s thighs. Justin put his hands on Brady’s shoulders.

“In fact, I gotta admit, you sort of turn me on,” Brady said. “You turn me on enough to wanta kiss you.”

“Do I turn you on enough to want to fuck me?” Justin asked.

“Ohh, Mannn, yeahhh,” Brady said as he leaned in to meet Justin’s lips with his own.

Their lips barely brushed together before Justin leaned away and lay back on the bench. He brought his legs up and pulled his thighs tight into his chest, offering his butt to Brady. Brady scooted up further on the bench and leaned up over the young bodybuilder to finish the kiss, as his cock kissed Justin’s ass.

The End

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John was an avid adventurer. He often sailed out to sea for weeks at a time. He had no wife, no kids and a craving for adventure only satisfied by his curiosity for new experiences. John was just above six feet tall and a typical looking affluent young millionaire living off his start up business success. He had his own large house, large yacht and a small sailing boat he could operate on his own. He often wore tight fitting clothes to match his tone physique. His muscles were sculpted daily by his fitness trainer. John rarely thought about the opposite sex but his sex drive was only matched by his enticing drive to be on top at all costs. Johns trainer was the first man he slept with. The human specimen of this trainer was just about as pure and hard as you could imagine. Outside of that he did not come into many situations where homosexual contact was possible. John was happy for what he had but never realized the potential.

During a regular lower body workout, which finished with a nice massage John struck up a conversation with the trainer about this coming weekend and where to sail to. The sensual massage always finished with them both naked, oiled and more sexual positions than the book of Kamasutra. The conversation turned exotic during the chat about uncharted islands. The trainer was a well out gay with a thirst for fairy tails. The trainer was an exotic looking man with long brown hair, dark olive protection and a large Italian sausage. Even though he has been in the US for years he spoke with a deep lusting voice with an Italian swirl. He spoke of this island not too far from the coast where exotic men go to fulfill their sexual fantasies. He called it, “Shipwreck Island” which made it sound like it was named in a book for children. Although the very nature of this island gave John the slightest chubby he brushed it off. It was nonsense and a fantasy as that was not going to exist.

The next morning it was time to prepare for the weekend sail. He left all electronics behind this time, he wasn’t going far this time. His trainer had rocked his world yesterday after the massage and his wet dream about finding this island gave him a sense of want so powerful it would be impossible to finish this weekend without proving the fairy tale island to be true.

He put on his salmon swimsuit with an inseam so short when he sat down it was almost a guarantee to get a glance from what was underneath. John did not believe in underwear and i don’t think anyone would care with how drop dead gorgeous he was. His slight tan and slick black hair was complementary to his near hairless body. The only part of his body he shaved was he pubes but he did not have to worry because he never really grew hair. Beside his dyed hair there was not a dark hair on his body. As he set out in the morning sail he only had one thing on his mind.

John was barely paying attention to where he was going and did not notice the approaching harsh waves. What started as very light conditions soon turned into violent winds which his small boat could not handle. He did not look at the weather report since he felt the need to just sail. As time passed he soon lost control of the vessel and was knocked into the thrashing waves. Although John was an excellent swimmer he would not last long in the water. As if someone were watching over him after a long struggle and swallowing a lot of water he was washed ashore to what appeared to be a deserted small island. The waves crashed over his and he ran ashore as fast as his tired body could move. Just then while running into the approaching treeline he slipped and fell knocking him unconscious immediately.

It seemed as though the Italian trainer was right after all. Here was an island that was about 10 square miles taken up by one large mansion that took up the majority of the north side. It was built 70 years ago by a group of outcast gay men who found it harder to hide their passion and taste for public sex. Never abandoned it now was more of a vacationing spot for wild connoisseurs of gay fantasy sex. No holds bar best way to release any want a straight male could be curious about. At one time there was about 20 men on the island at one time living out their sexual fantasies. Whether they were in the mansion or out in the open, the island really did not have any rules. Besides the mansion on the North side of the island there was a path leading around the island for the lost, an abundance of trees, a few caves on the outskirts and open fields in the very center. The island wasn’t big but the many landscapes made it seem much bigger. The only real truth was as soon as once you step foot on the sand you consent to any and all gay sex.

John woke up in a blurry haze. He head was splitting and it took him awhile to take in his surroundings. As his eyes adjusted it seemed to be about late evening and on the edge of the treeline on some what seemed to be a small deserted island. As fear started to sink in he felt a rush of relief as he spotted what looked like a well kept mansion on the far side of the island. John took a minute to check himself, no injuries, good. He took off his damp ruined shirt only leaving his small bathing suit. He set off on his walk towards the house and had no idea what would come next would be an extraordinary adventure for this particular thrill seeker. As John walked he noticed how beautiful the island was. White sand beach, tall trees but flat landscape let you see to a point where you felt a sense of privacy where ever you were. He felt a sense of luck and curiosity to what would wait for him ahead. While he was walking he pickup up to what seemed to be a young athletic boy walking in the distance. excited john yelled out to him. He was wearing a tight white tee shirt and a Hawaiian themed swim suit. But, the young man turned smirked and kept walking. Well that was weird, john thought. He followed in wild curiosity. John yelled out again just in case, this time the young kid sped his walk and did not look back. Excited, John felt his heart beat faster and faster.

The teen then walked into what seemed to be a cave just off the coast. John was basically back tracking but every part of him pulled him closer to this kid, he was surely toying with him. He set foot in the cave but couldn’t see very far. Every step took him into more darkness till the light behind him was far away. Getting nervous John paused. Before he spoke a strong voice took him by surprise.

“Falling for the little twink trick, huh, don’t worry i’ll play nice too.”

short pause then,

“Go ahead and take off those shorts and unveil that cock of yours.”

As soon as the voice stopped John had nothing but the wildest fantasies running through his head. He felt his insides erupt with a pure sexual warmth and a mouth watering hunger for the nearest man meat. a fire was then lit unveiling the man and young man by his side. The man sat on a rock throne and the end of the cave and the young man sat by his side. The man look to be late 30s and he gave off an aura of sexual experience and the smell of a raging bull. He had slick brown hair and hair on his manly chest. A pure breed bear and the boy by his side stood up a stripped naked. This twink must have been barely 19. He had soft features, light skin, and the look of nothing but joy while his blonde hair came down to barely cover his deceiving light blue eyes. The twink approached him with slow determination and put his hand on Johns chest. Backed him up to the center of the cave where a rope hung from the ceiling. Gently tied Johns hands behind his back so he faced the the king. John silently let all this happen while he felt his manhood bulge to a hard 7 inches. The twink laid his hand on his shoulders and slowly walked around to Johns front. Stood long enough to smile then stuck out his tongue and licked as Johns nipple. Gripped his other nipple and John let out a soft moan. Now this was getting fun. The older man looked like a king sitting on his throne in his naked glory. He had hard eyes and he was enjoying every second of what was happening before him.

The twink slowly worked his way down seemingly covering every inch of Johns chiseled frame. John moaned in pleasure and his cock now oozing with precum. Then slowly the twink put his mouth around Johns cock and in pure pleasure took as much as would fit in his tight mouth, released and licked the head of his penis. This was not the first cock this young twink had worked and that was evident in how well he worked Johns shaft. This was better than any blow job he had got before and Johns eyes didn’t leave the back of his head and his knees trembled in satisfaction. The twink work his dick for as long as it would take to taste the pure white cum that he had coming to him. The twink begged for his mouth to be filled with the warm cum of John. Johns muscled then clinched to release a shower on the young twink. The explosion covered his face and you could see the pure satisfaction of receiving the cum shower. The young twink took it all and then started on Johns ass hole. The pleasure wasn’t done yet and he could barely take it. Usually John would get his nut and move on, he never would have thought he could still be turned on and be getting a tongue lashing by a boy around his tender and sensitive asshole.

The king stood up revealing his hard 9 inch royal cock. He strutted down and brand John to his knees. The king then grabbed the back of Johns head and guided him to his ready member. John slobbered on the penis, he was over anxious and was wanting the dick so far inside him he never felt this passion before. With the twink licking his asshole and his mouth deep on the kings cock he thought there was no better feeling. After Johns asshole had a good licking the king too his place at the rear and readied his cock for insertion. The twink spit on his ass and then the royal member slowly entered John. He felt a ripple of pleasure from his asshole to his head. He was so far deep John felt it was hard to breath. In and out the monster cock went pleasing every insertion with a shot of pleasure. The twink then took Johns hands and re-tied them above his head. Then slipped under him and started sucking his dick again, the little twink could not get enough. John had never experienced this before but loved every minute. The twink then slipped down further to start the full stretch of Johns ass hole for double penetration. The older man made room and both stuck their hard cocks into Johns loose asshole. John, now hard again creamed at this fantasy. The two cocks works Johns asshole until the twink finished and all that was left was the older man and he let his load go inside John. It filled his anus and the warm wave rushed through him. He felt his body give out after everything subsided and lay on the floor of the cave. The fire was now barely lit and John just had his first experience on the island. The fantasy was now proven true and John now couldn’t wait for what lie ahead.

…More ahead if this proves to be a success!

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From Part 2…

Before long we headed for bed and once laying down, Bear immediately cuddled up next to me and again had his arm over me. Soon he was sleeping soundly.

However, I lay awake, still intrigued by the taste of cum. After a while, I eased the sheet back and gently slipped out from under his arm. As I did, he turned onto his back.

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Part 3…..

Because of the full moon that night, I could see clearly in the dim room. I slowly sat up and turned to ward him, reaching for his crotch. I gently lifted his cock and leaned toward it. I took a deep breath and slowly lowered my mouth over his flaccid cock. As I closed my mouth around it, my heart raced. IAs I began massaging it with my tongue it began to quickly stiffen. Within seconds, it was rock hard.

I realized that I loved the feeling of having his cock in my mouth. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I would suck another guys cock much less enjoy it. I worked my head up and down and as I did, Bear moaned softly then realizing what was happening, jerked and said “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Shut up and relax and leave me alone,” I said before quickly returning to sucking his cock. As Bear moaned in pleasure and told me that I was a natural at sucking cock, I was enjoying the delicious taste of his clear precum. Soon, his breathing grew heavier and faster and I knew that he was close.

“OH FUCK!” he cried out as his cock exploded sending rope after rope of thick creamy cum into my mouth. I collected it all and savored the taste before eventually swallowing it all.

Looking at me, Bear smiled and said, “Man that was awesome especially for your first time, but what the fuck made you do it?”

“Curiosity mainly but after you sucked me and we kissed and I tasted my cum in your mouth I wanted the whole load. I loved it.”

“Do you think you will ever do it again?” he asked.

“Bear, I never ever thought of sex with another man but I now realize that it is the best sex I have ever had. No way will I go back to women,” I said before leaning down and deep throat kissing him.

We never did see any sign of the wolves but for the next two days Bear and I spent much of our time kissing and sucking each other. The best part was the first time we had a sixty-nine and both climaxed at the same time.

We finally rode back to the main house and Bear reported to Joe. It was all I could do to keep my hands off Bear and he said he felt the same way. For the next few weeks, bear and I played it cautious and only had sex when we were sure we wouldn’t get caught. We did a lot of talking and Bear gave me the names of the hands that he suspected might be into sex with men. I was shocked at some of the names he mentioned.

There was some fence work that needed to be done and I told Joe that I would do it and would take Bear with me. It was only an over night job so we used sleeping bags and that night I got my cock deep into Bear’s ass for the first time. He lay on his back with his legs pulled up and I went in balls deep as I plowed his ass we kissed wildly. Soon, I planted my seed deep in his hole. as I pulled out, I told him that I wanted him to fuck me.

“Take my cherry, baby,” I said.

He informed me of the pain I would experience with this being my first time but I told him I could take it. I got into position and before lubing my ass he pushed my legs back and buried his tongue deep in my hole. I went fucking wild at the sensation.

He then lubed us both up and started his insertion. As he did he said, “There is no one around to hear so if you want to scream go for it, but try to relax.”

I nodded and suddenly the head of his beautiful cock popped in and scream I did. Slowly but steadily, he gently went in deeper as I did my best to relax. Soon he smiled and looked at me and said, “Boss, I’m in all the way.”

He paused for a few moments to let me adjust before starting a steady rhythm of fucking my hole. before long he told me to get ready and as his cock exploded, he let out a loud scream. I knew that he was enjoying it.

He slowly pulled out and after he did, he held my legs back and again lowered his face to my hole. A second later I felt his lips and tongue on my opening and a slurping sound. I realized that he was sucking up the cum he had just shot in me.

After a couple of moments, he sat up and lowered my legs and kissed me. I suddenly felt the cum he had shot into my ass entering my mouth. He fed me half of it before pulling back. We looked into each others eyes as we both swallowed.

The entire summer Bear and I had sex every chance we could. The weekend before I left the ranch, he took me back to the cabin for a few days of nothing but sex. It was then that I learned that Bear totally enjoyed piss play and even drank it. That trip, every time I needed to piss he wanted it. Before we returned to the ranch I was drinking his.

Through out college, I worked the ranch during the summer. Graduation came and dad and Joe were there as was Bear. Joe came up to me and said, “Now I can relax.” I wondered what he meant. A week later Joe died.

When the will was read, everything that Joe owned was left to me with the exception of a healthy trust fund for dad when he retired.

I was now the owner of the ranch. Joe was present at the reading of the will and Joe had left him and all the other hands a nice sum. Joe and I returned to the ranch and Joe made the announcement.

He turned the meeting over to me to say a few words. I knew what I wanted to say but wasn’t sure how it would be taken.

“Gentlemen, as you know, Joe was kind of prudish. I’m just the opposite. We live in our own world out here and seldom have any visitors. I have to be honest with all of you. I hate clothes and love being nude. That’s the way we enter this world. So just so you know, I will be nude nearly all the time and any of you that want to join me is welcome to. If anyone happens to have anything ‘pop’ up, don’t worry about it. It happens to all of us at times.”

I looked around and saw them looking at each other, some with smiles on their face. Then I continued.

“There is something else that I think all of you should know. I’m gay and do not see anything wrong with guys having sex together. If any of you are gay or even bi, feel free to have sex without any disciplinary action. If you can’t accept these policies, let me know. I understand and will write you a excellent letter of recommendation. That’s all I have to say.”

I turned and went into the house as the others milled around, some heading for the bunk house. Once inside, I went to my room and stripped and decided to test the waters outside. Wearing just my boots, I headed out to the corrals.

About half way there, I saw Bear come out of his quarters also nude. Then, after a short while, others came out nude, even those that Bear said he figured were straight. To my surprise, no one came to me to quit.

After a week, I held another meeting.

“Men. if you are on your own time and out by the patio area and want to have sex with another guy, if he’s willing, go for it. I want you all to be happy. If your not gay but enjoy getting off, great. Let someone suck you or if they want fuck them. You will probably see me engaging in sex at times.”

“Me too,” said Bear and everyone looked at him in surprise.

Unexpectedly, Bear came up to me with the others there and dropped to his knees and began sucking my cock. After a while a couple of other guys were sucking.

There were six guys that were straight and didn’t suck cock but now, three months later, only two have not started sucking. Sex is open and they all know that it is only allowed on their off time. Bear is now my life partner and we couldn’t be happier. Neither he nor I have any problem with the other having sex with the hands. Our love for each other is that strong.

One thing I did find out. My fucking ranch hands are hung like horses!!!

THE END………………………….

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An Evolving Relationship by kewtieboy

MMMF, oral, bisexual, anal, voyeur

There are times when you are hurtling down the rail-road track that is life, the destination clearly visible and fate throws the points leaving you heading in another direction. It’s not always possible to get back to the same set of points again. That’s a little like my life and I need you to understand that before I tell the rest of this story.

I lived in a small Highland town in Scotland, not sure where I stood sexually but all my friends did the things I did. There was a mix of football, talking about girls, bragging about sex even though most of us had probably not experienced it. I had a best friend, Adrian and we had been as close as platonic friends could be, often staying at each other’s houses through all our school years.

Though we started drinking before we should have, probably around 18 years old, it was not until we had a fun night out with two girls on a double date that things changed. The night was all right, both of us hoping for more than a quick kiss and both girls determined that was all we were going to get. Adrian’s parents were away to their time-share apartment in the Canary Islands but despite our best efforts, neither girl accepted the offer of an empty house and two horny guys.

We headed back ourselves and decided to start on Adrian’s parents wine collection. In the early hours, and both slurring slightly we were talking about the proper way to snog girls with definite differences in technique.

Adrian, jokingly leaned over and took my jaw in his hand saying, “This is how it’s done!”

His lips covered mine and his tongue entered my mouth where it darted around as his hands held me firmly in place and he forcefully started some serious kissing. I was startled at first but couldn’t quite break free, however the warmth of his tongue and his quickening breath suggested this might be a little more than just drunken fun. My hand moved to his head and I forced him on to me even more fervently and before long any pretence of larking around disappeared. Soon he was lying on top of me his hard cock pressing against mine and we ended up having sex. There was no fucking but some serious sucking, kissing and eventually cumming.

His apology afterwards suggested it was just because he had been so frustrated but I had really enjoyed it and told him so. He blushed and admitted so had he. The relationship became a mix of “just lads together” and then approximately every two weeks, when the opportunity presented itself, we had sex. We moved on to trying anal and though I tried to fuck him he struggled to take it. I, however, managed to develop a technique to accept Adrian’s seven inch dick. He even came inside me a few times which I loved.

We kept the relationship quiet and continued this odd love affair for just over a year before Adrian announced he had a girlfriend and the sex stopped almost immediately. There was one embarrassing oral session which ended in him cumming in my mouth and saying it would have to stop. We drifted apart after that, we nodded when we saw each other and that was about all.

I realised I probably loved Adrian and was a lost soul for some time before I met Trish. She was a fun loving girl who was almost a bit laddish. She drank with the best of us and partied until the wee small hours. Three months after meeting her, I fucked her for the first time. I stayed hard, I enjoyed it and she insisted I came on her face, unusual for a girl, I thought.

Trish had a small frame which made her breast look bigger than they actually were. Her bottom was rounded and was a treat to look at and she had stunning green eyes and dark auburn hair cut short.

In the first month or two, I discovered a really unusual trait in Trish, she liked looking at good looking guys and commenting on them.

“Wow look at the bum on him Robin. Wouldn’t mind him pumping between my thighs. What do you think?”

I was just a little disconcerted at first but soon joined the game, pointing out rough looking labourers and suggesting they would leave her bruised after a good fucking. She seemed to relish in the game and, surprisingly, never played it in reverse, looking at girls for me to fuck in my head. Of course it turned me on being able to talk openly about good looking guys to my girlfriend and it was all harmless fun though our friends, when they overheard us once, thought we were weird.

“I think we should move to Glasgow Robin,” said Trish one day around six months after we had met.

“Why?” said I.

“Cos we’re vegetating here. There’s no fun, no jobs and few friends. I’m a fun loving animal. What do you think?”

It took another four months to get it sorted. Trish, with medical training was first to get employed as a nurse but I wasn’t far behind getting a job as an electrician with some builders. We rented a flat and moved South. Our nights out were rare but she continued her assessment of “eligible” men now that there were more to ogle.

One night when we were both home and feeling rather mellow, half-way through our second bottle of Orvieto Classico she surprised me when she said, “What would happen if one of those gorgeous guys did come on to me?”

I said, “Let me turn this around in that what would you do if one of these guys came on to you?”

“My answer’s dependent on yours,” she replied. “I get the funniest of feelings that you get a bit turned on thinking of these guys and me, and maybe also just thinking of these guys, full stop!”

“Trish what are you implying?” I said rather angrily.

“I think you would get as much out of it as I would,” she said.

“So you do want to do something with one of them?” I asked.

“Maybe,” was her reply.

I fucked Trish senseless that night even though neither of us mentioned the fantasy scenario which was almost definitely going through our heads.

I didn’t know how to pimp for my girlfriend. Swingers sites worried me as I didn’t really want sexual experts. I wanted a guy who wanted Trish and was happy to have me along as excess baggage so I could take a back seat and enjoy the show.

The first event was not as I had planned. We were out on a rather quiet Sunday night having a few drinks and decided to walk home. Taking a short cut across on a moderately lit footpath in a nearby park, two young guys, probably a year or two younger than us, were sitting on a bench and passed comments on Trish as we passed. The comments weren’t actually threatening, more the result of a little too much beer.

“Nice bum darling,” said one.

“Are you on a promise tonight mate? Lucky bugger” said the other.

Trish flashed a smile and said, “There’s plenty to go around lads if you want to join in.”

The look of incredulity on their faces was a joy.

“What do you mean?” said the brazen one.

“Well I’m horny and have plenty spare for an extra two pairs of hands,” said Trish. “We’re heading in there,” she said pointing off into a dark area of shrub.

She pulled my hand and led me off the path, on to the grass and into the shrubbery.

“Kiss me,” she commanded.

“Are you sure this is wise,” I said as her lips met mine and my final words came out as a “mmmm.”

I was shaking but soon had my hands on her breast with Trish against a tree. I lifted her skirt and started to finger her. She was wet, very wet. My cock started to head for it’s full six and a half inches and she held me tight, her palms on my buttocks. I heard the snap of twigs and just caught the shapes of the two guys coming into the dark area. The pathway lights offered some lighting. They stood back but soon started to edge forward to get a clearer view. That’s all Trish needed and started to unbuckle my jeans. They dropped at my feet and my tight shorts followed. Trish dropped to her knees and took my cock in her mouth. I looked and the guys were almost beside us watching my cock. That really turned me on.

Both guys unzipped and pulled out their cocks. The first guy, who looked about 19, had a long thin cock with foreskin which he pulled back and forth as he stroked. The second, shorter guy, probably about 18 or maybe also 19, has a short 6 incher but it seemed very thick. Both were wanking. Trish beckoned them over so we were in a ring around her. She took each cock in turn into her mouth and rubbed all three cockheads together as she did so. That almost mad me cum immediately and it took all my willpower not to shoot over the guys’ cocks. They were quietly moaning as she sucked. There was the trunk of a fallen tree so Trish walked over, pulled off her panties and sat down, leaning back with her legs open. The taller guy was first there and started to lick her cunt.

“Oh yes, that’s so good. You have a great tongue,” she said.

The second guy came over and opened her blouse, squeezing her tits through her bra. His left hand stroked his cock. I wanked beside them.

“Let’s see you fuck her mate,” said the taller of the two.

Trish stood and bent over against the fallen tree trunk. I shuffled forward as delicately as I could with my pants at my ankles and angled my cock to her cunt from the rear. It slid in very easily and I steadied myself by holding her hips and fucking.

“That’s so fucking horny mate,” said the 19 year old as he stood wanking his cock furiously.

Trish was panting now and the pair of us were like a couple of rutting dogs out here in the middle of a public park being watched by two young, straight hoods.

I had to pull out or I was going to cum and I felt at this point, it would not be the best idea.

“C’mon guys, take his place,” said Trish.

I fumbled in my wallet for a couple of condoms I always carried as I didn’t want her fucked bareback, though I had the very strong feeling that she was so hot she wouldn’t have cared. Watching a straight young man stretch a condom on his cock is so erotic especially knowing he’s going to fuck your girlfriend. The other prepared himself too and now both were standing behind her with erect cock waiting turn to gang bang her.

First in was the 19 year old who dropped his jeans fully and started to slide into her. His mate stood very closely behind him and I was at the side, all of us stroking our cocks. I slid my hand between them and he let me feel his cock slide into her, just for a few seconds before his humping against her arse made it slightly uncomfortable. Soon he was hammering her, his hands around her breasts and his mate stroking any part of her he could get to. I would estimate that the actual sex lasted around four minutes before he announced his imminent orgasm. It was noisy as he grunted, his spunk firing blindly into my girlfriend. He slid out and his load drooped at the end of the condom, a sizeable deposit.

His mate was now on to her and his cock was stuffed into Trish making her yelp as it’s extra girth pushed her open. He was a sturdier stud and his humping was much more steady and relaxed, his mouth nibbling at her neck as he mumbled how good a fuck she was. Trish was cumming, I figured for the second time. She was whimpering so much I could hardly tell her gasping from her orgasms.

He came moderately quickly too and once more, the cock was withdrawn and a drooping condom presented before being pulled off and dropped. After an embarrassed goodbye, the lads left us alone.

“Fuck me Robin and cum in me. Spread their cum on my arse.”

I picked up the condoms and pushed my own cock into Trish. As I fucked I emptied them between us letting the still warm liquid from each condom trickle down her arse, over my cock and balls and some traces even slid in with my cock as I fucked her. I told Trish what was happening and she came again as I emptied my own cum inside her.

“That was fucking amazing,” she said as she stood up and stuffing her panties into her bag, let the dress drop down over the cum on her arse. I assumed my own cum would be squishing it’s way out as we walked and figured that’s just what she wanted as we walked home.

Next day at the “post mortem,” she told me that it had been one of the most exciting things she had ever done.

“Wouldn’t you fancy doing something like that again Robin?” she asked.

“The sex was great,” I said, “but we would need to be careful with whom, where and when.”

“I know, I know,” she said impatiently,” but is WAS fun wasn’t it.”

I agreed and wondered if at any stage I might get my hands on a guy properly during one of these sessions.

For one reason or another nothing much happened for some months after. Either we hadn’t time to search, Trish wasn’t in the mood because of the time of the month or other problems and, to be honest, even when we went on the look out there were few opportunities. I had been searching some adult contact sites but we attracted some lonely weirdos or guys who assumed I was only joking about the “bi” part and wanted me alone. I kept wanking and fantasising and Trish and I kept fucking but nothing happened.

Summer holidays were due and we had planned a couple of weeks in Palma Nova, Mallorca. It was a resort just a short distance away from the notorious Magaluf but the hotel we had picked was a four star one so we hoped to be apart from the den of iniquity that is Magaluf. The location proved to be fine though we did have a few small same sex groups who, though they were staying a little further out, were still delving into the night life.

We took a trip into the main strip but even at our age, actually felt old. It seemed to be a seething mass of 18 year olds on their first holiday without mum and dad and were looking for sex but were so drunk 90% of the time had little chance of ever actually achieving it. Some cute lad and lassies mind you but the search to actually get one wouldn’t have been worth the catch.

It was day three and I had left Trish by the pool to go out and book a restaurant for dinner I came back and went first to the pool bar for a beer when I overheard two guys discussing her as they sat by the bar and looked over to her by the pool. Without going into the actual detail in “men talk,” basically they were attracted to her maturity which at twenty-four was a bit of a joke, and the fact that they suggested she might “fuck like a rabbit.”

I decided to hang around and listened, watching as the two of them constantly adjusted the front of their swim shorts as they talked. The guys were not stunning model-types but I put them at between eighteen and nineteen. The taller was around six feet tall and well built with the obligatory tattoos on his pectorals and arms. He was a fit looking guy with the shadow of a beard and well-built body. His immediate sidekick was Oriental, shorter by three inches and slimmer too. He had jet black hair hair and pale skin. His body was less defined but he was “pretty” rather than manly.

I leaned forward as they continued to fantasise what they would do to her and casually said, “She does fuck like a rabbit, I assure you.”

They both looked at me with a slightly bemused and horrified gaze.

“I fortunately fuck her nightly and she is so bloody horny she is almost too much for me.”

The Oriental one started an apology but I stopped him with one finger over his lips.

“Do you get my drift guys? I would love some help in keeping her happy either just one of you, or both of you if you fancy it.”

“You want us to fuck your girlfriend, one after the other?”

“Ssh,” I said. “At the moment I only want us us to fuck her, not half the hotel. Mind you, that might be fun too.”

They were stumped but I quickly changed the subject asking them how long they were here, what they had been up to and how much success they had been having. It seemed my assumption of “all alcohol and no sex,” was not far off the mark as I was given stories of near conquests.

“I can offer you Trish, in our room, in the afternoon, before you get too drunk, and you can fuck her brains out right there in front of me. All I need is to get in close and watch the action, maybe have a poke at her too when you’ve got her good and stretched. What do you think?”

The guys looked at each other, looked at me, looked at Trish, then nodded.

“Room 330, this afternoon at four. Make sure you lads are showered and clean and I’ll get some beers in to relax you.”

By the time I managed to reach Trish to tell her, the guys had gone so I was left with giving her a description of each.

“Is this what you wanted?” I asked her.

“Wow, and more,” she said.

By four we were cleaned and sitting, partially dressed, on the balcony. It was nearer ten past when there was a gentle knock on the door and I went to answer. Both guys were standing there in shorts, looking sheepish.

“Is it still on? “the tall one said.

“We will if you will,” I said.

I held the door open to welcome them in just in case anyone was listening and as they walked through, each held out a hand and I was introduced properly to Jeremy, and Tim, the Oriental guy.

Trish bounced over and held out her hand, “Hi guys, I’m Trish, so nice of you to come and hopefully more than once!”

They smiled and shyly sat down. The lads were in shorts and I opened some beers. All were grabbed quickly. Now they had something to do with their hands they relaxed.

“Anyone want some help?”” I asked holding out some of my valuable Viagra stock in my hand.

“Is that what I think it is?” said shy boy Tim.

“It sure is and it’ll give you a cock stiff enough to hammer nails.”

They grabbed a pill and washed it down with beer. My valuable stock was diminished and I hoped I was going to get my money’s worth.

We made small talk but it was Jeremy who cut to the chase.

“So this is your gorgeous girlfriend and you’re going to get off watching us fuck her brains out?”

I nodded, “And hopefully I’ll get to play as well.”

It was Tim who looked at me slightly quizzically not sure whether I meant I got to play with Trish or I expected them to play with me. He looked back and forth and I caught him adjusting his cock in his shorts.

“I wonder,” I thought.

“I love her, she loves exciting sex, I love seeing her enjoying herself and I like enjoying myself. It’s a win, win as far as I’m concerned.”

Jeremy started talking again.

“Well there’s four of us are here on holiday and, to be honest, drink has been great, the girls have been fun but it feels like there’s a nun’s convention on. As soon as you make a play, the birds turn into Mother Teresa and beat a hasty retreat. Neither of us have every done anything in the same room so this will be a bit odd for us but we share a room here so it’s nothing we ain’t seen of each other and, to be honest, if I don’t use it soon, it’s going to drop off!

Trish piped up, “I so look forward to helping you, both of you to use it! Let’s leave all our inhibitions outside and do what we feel like, do what we want to. I’m so hot you could fry an egg on me.”

She stood up and stripped off right down to her little white briefs. We had a one bedroom suite so the bedroom was separate to the sitting area. She walked up and down in front of the them and eventually stopped right in front of Jeremy. His hand tentatively reached out and curled around her right buttock pulling her towards him. He put his large lips on her belly and kissed it before gently pulled her pants off leaving her naked in front of three dressed men. His lips dropped to her mound and he kissed her carefully shaved pubic area, his tongue licking out and down towards her vagina.

I stood up and slid my shorts down, pulling off my t-shirt and finally dropping my briefs. My own seven inches sprung up and I saw Tim look at it. Being naked and hard in front of heterosexual men excited me enormously. Seeing heterosexual men on heat also excited me too and I stroked my cock as I watched Jeremy at work.

First to strip was Tim. He had a very attractive face and I wanted to see him naked. His skin was extremely soft for a guy, and surprisingly creamy. As his shorts dropped a very thin uncut cock sprung into view. It was about six inches long and slim. The skin covered the head and his dark curly hair was contained just above a pair of compact, tight balls. Jeremy withdrew his tongue from its attempt to lick Trish and he also stood and shed his clothes. His cock was a surprise. His tall slim frame did not give a hint of his long thick cock. I could have guessed it was over eight inches and also uncut. The balls were quite small in proportion but he had shaved his pubic area and it made him look like a six feet schoolboy.

“Let’s get started,” I said.

Jeremy showed little technique so he pulled her up and started to kiss as though his life depended on it. She gave him what he wanted and his finger started to enter her as he stood beside her. He panted and his thick cock was rigid. She gripped him and gently stroked him but he looked a little “trigger happy,” gripping her wrist to stop her lest he blow far too early.

Tim stood, watching and stroking his rock hard little cock. I so wanted to see it enter Trish but it made sense to let them do it their way. Jeremy was behind her and held her from the back rubbing his hard cock up and down on her buttocks. A trail of pre-cum traced up her back. I was so happy to be a spectator. Trish held her hand out so Tim and I took a side each and allowed her to grip both cocks and stroke them as Jeremy rode his cock up and down on her buttocks.

“I would like Tim to fuck me first,” said Trish.

He quickly pulled a condom on his cock and Trish laid him on the floor and then facing him, she sat down on his cock, It disappeared inside rather easily but at least in that position Trish was able to get some deep penetration. Jeremy gently slapped her face with his cock and she gripped me swallowing as much of the head as she could manage as she humped up and down on Tim. Tim seemed so small under Trish’s frame. His cock slid in and disappeared each time she sat on him. Jeremy offered his cock to her and she willingly accepted but it was obvious he would blow with too much attention so she would have to be careful and a mouthful of cum at this stage would spoil the afternoon.

This continued for five minutes or so before Trish stood up, leaving Tim’s cock sticking upright, covered in her juices. Jeremy homed in and pushed Trish back on the bed, his tongue snaking into her open cunt, obviously excited to be entering the void so recently vacated by Tim’s small dick. He slurped noisily and Trish seemed to be enjoying the attention as her back arched and she started the whimpering I knew so well when she was beginning her slow climb to orgasm.

Tim bent over to kiss Trish on the lips, his boyish buttocks pointing straight at me and his rosebud so perfectly exposed in my direction. I placed my hand on his right buttock as though to encourage him and after a brief look over his shoulder at me, he smiled and went back to kiss Trish. I let my hand wander over his buttock and then traced my finger over his exposed hole. He shuddered in an excited way but continued to kiss. His arse gently pushed backwards as I stroked him.

Emboldened by this, I leaned forward and started to kiss his buttocks. He wriggled a little but didn’t pull away so I swiftly moved my tongue to his bumhole and licked around before pushing the tip into his hole. He gasped but instead of pulling back, he thrust his buttock on to my mouth. I didn’t need a second invitation and all attempts at covert activity went as I gripped his buttocks with both hands and pulled him back slightly, my tongue delving as deeply as I could into his hole. He stood, slightly bent forward, pushed back against my mouth with his cock in his right hand stroking.

Jeremy was oblivious to this as he continued to lick Trish.

“Fuck me please,” pleaded Trish. “Let me feel that big cock in me!”

He pulled her back up the bed and put himself in the missionary position on top. I stopped my attack on Tim to watch as he lined his big cock up and gently slid it into Trish. She gasped as he steadily pushed into her in one slow thrust.

“Oh yes,” she said, pushing her body up to meet his fucking.

He lay on top and started to fuck her hard. I turned Tim round and he smiled at me, dropping to his knees and taking my cock in his mouth. I let him and watched Trish being fucked hard as my cock was being sucked by an eighteen year old Chinese boy. When he took his mouth off me I lifted him to his feet and knelt to suck his cock in return. I managed the whole cock right up to his pubic patch and then licked around his bare balls.

He had to stop me as he was about to cum and much as I was willing to let him it may have overshadowed the main reason for being there. I nodded in Trish’s direction and Tim crawled over to offer his cock to her waiting mouth. Jeremy was hammering into Trish then suddenly lifted her legs high in a “V” format to give him even more access to her cunt. I could see the lips folding in and stretching out with each stroke and I so wanted to lick at Jeremy’s cock somehow.

I crawled forward and managed to ease my head under her legs, looking upward at Jeremy towering above. It affected his stroke briefly but he let me. Soon my head was under Jeremy’s balls and beside Trish’s vagina and I managed to get my tongue against her cunt lips with Jeremy’s cock pumping in and out. His hard muscle was rigid against my tongue as it slid in and out of her.

“Oh fuck I’m about to cum,” he said.

“Cum in her,” I begged.

Trish was screaming as she reached her own climax, her nails digging into this stud’s back and she arched her back willing her body to impale itself even more on to the rod pushing inside her.

His groan sounded like a wounded animal as his thrusts slowed and then increased and I felt his rod stiffen as the fluid pumped into Trish. My tongue picked up vibration of his cum entering her. He stopped and pulled his cock out. It had started to deflate and the heavy organ plopped on to my lips, still discharging it’s warm, sticky load into the condom. He pulled away quickly and left Trish leaking cunt in my face. I licked her and felt the heat on my tongue.

I stood as Jeremy discreetly headed to clean himself. Trish grabbed Tim and put his cock in her mouth. He sat across her shoulders leaving me free to push my cock into her seriously wet cunt. There was little traction but I easily emptied my own heavy load into Trish. Tim panted and gave her a squirt of his man juice straight down her throat.

By the time Jeremy came back, it was all over. Trish lay leaking cum from her cunt and mouth, a smile playing on her face and Tim looked happy too.

The lad were flying home three days later so we didn’t get a chance for a repeat though I did get Tim’s number which he seemed eager I should have.

We didn’t look for any more sex on the holiday, returning to our stored fantasies to feed our sex life for the rest of the fortnight. Much as my cock told me I wanted to do it as often as I could, even I knew that it we did it too much it would have an effect on our own relationship, especially remembering the size of Jeremy’s cock and Trish’s reaction to it.

We stopped actively looking for extra sex. We weren’t on the contact or dogging sites any more and though I still wanked over possible fantasy scenes with and without Trish, we returned to being “Mr & Mrs Average.”

Sometimes even when you’re not looking, with the “radar” switched on, it can still happen though. Trish’s cousin was getting married back up in the Highlands and we were invited. It was a sizeable wedding and we were going to have to stay over so we booked an overpriced room in the hotel where the reception was being held. It was a large country house hotel, around four miles from the church and a few other guests were staying there too. Most of the others were being coached or were driving from the wedding to the reception. Of course, being a Highland wedding meant having to wear the obligatory kilt and all close family were encouraged to do so. I had to hire before leaving home. I almost ruined the kilt on the night I picked it up before coming North when Trish requested a dress rehearsal and when I stood in front of her in kilt, shirt and jacket, she checked I was not wearing underwear and satisfied I wasn’t, set out to have sex.

“I love a man in a kilt,” she said.

I had to secretly agree and I ended up shagging Trish, kilt held up and cock embedded into her. The trouble was, when I came, quite a lot ended up on the kilt and it took quite some time to remove the stain and I had to use the hair dryer to get the kilt ready for wearing again.

Anyway, on the day of the wedding the sun shone and we all were waiting to go into the church when, amongst all the kids flying around in hyperactive fashion I was aware of someone watching me. Across the gravel driveway was a stunningly attractive young man, in kilt (so he had to be from somewhere in the immediate family) and he was staring, only dropping his eyes when I looked up to meet his gaze.

This lad looked around seventeen to nineteen. He had blonde, slightly curly hair, was well built without being heavy and had a stunning round face with piercing blue eyes. I casually asked Trish who he was.

“I think he’s the groom’s younger brother,” said Trish. “Why?”

“Cos he keeps staring as us,” I said.

I didn’t want to say, “He keeps staring at me.”

We were ushered into the church and sure enough, he was on the other side of the aisle, with the groom’s parents. He kept casually looking over and gave an enigmatic smile when I caught his eye from time to time. I saw him ask his mother who we were and she seemed to have calculated our relationship as when she looked over and smiled at us, she then pointed at Trish’s cousin as though to confirm our family membership.

Soon it was all over and we had the afternoon meal in the hotel. The men adjourned for a pre-evening event drink and the women took strolls in the grounds. I was chatting with some guests who were kilt-free so obviously friends of bride or groom and again, caught the lad standing in a small group but looking at me. He had a beer in his hand so I realised he must be over eighteen, even though his lack of stubble suggested otherwise. He smiled that smile again and batted his long eyelashes as he did so, before being pulled away by his fellow guests.

Soon the evening music was set up and a coach load of evening guests arrived to swell the numbers. I lost Trish to her family and was wandering around joining in and out of conversations when I caught a glimpse of him again sitting in a corner talking to someone. The chair was quite low and I was aware that with a little effort I might be able to see up his kilt and confirm if he was or wasn’t a true Scotsman. I casually walked over to the other side of the seated group and plopped down on a chair. He still hadn’t seen me. He was laughing and joking with some slightly younger lads (orange juice being the giveaway). As he moved in his chair I was able to briefly catch a glimpse of flesh between his legs. It was fleeting but that little glimpse of testicle was enough to start my cock rising. I pushed it down and closed my legs but it was rising slightly between them.

“Hi!”

He was standing beside me looking down at me, hand out to shake. I held mine out and as I had a beer in the other hand, my cock slightly rose between my legs. I didn’t think it was obvious but that smile was there again.

“I’m Scott, Terry the groom’s, brother.”

“Yes I noticed you earlier,” I said.

“I know you did. Was that your wife with you?”

“Yes that’s Trish but she’s my girlfriend. So did you know who I was?”

“Yes and no. I knew you were coming to the wedding but didn’t know what you looked like.”

“How did you know about me?”

“I know an old school friend of yours, Adrian. Though he’s about your age we’ve been quite….friendly over the last few months.”

My blood ran cold. Adrian, my first love, who left me for a woman, was possible having sex with this little Adonis. I was suddenly jealous of both of them. If Adrian was back “doing it,” where did that leave me?

He continued. “Adrian was back for a few weeks as his father died and he was helping to wind up the estate. I’ve been home for the Summer before starting at University in Glasgow in the Autumn.

“Glasgow!” I thought. “Very close to me.”

“He told me you and him used to be very close at one time,” he said.

“Well you now what kids are like?” I said.

“You must have been around my age when you knew him so not exactly kids,” he said.

“It’s a long time ago and now I’m with Trish. Have you any girlfriends?” I said trying to change the subject.

“Like Adrian and maybe you too, of course I have a girlfriend but sometimes it’s good to do lad’s things, isn’t it.”

“Oh I do everything with Trish,” I blurted.

“Everything?” he said incredulously.

I looked at him, narrowed my eyes and said, “Everything!”

“Wow that’s even more fun!”

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” I asked him.

“Depend if you’re saying what I think you’re saying,” he replied. “Are you staying here tonight?”

“My parents have a room and I have a single which means I’m a free agent tonight. What do you think?”

“I need to check with Trish,” I said.

“I’m happy with or without Trish,” he said.

I left him on a promise and headed off to find her.

Now Trish knew I had been with Adrian in my young days and also knew I had a bit of a bi-tendency when we had sex. I’m also sure she realised that one of the reasons we had threesomes was so I could get my hand on some cock though we hadn’t discussed that in great detail. At the end of the day Trish was a horny sod and if it got her some extra cock she was happy to go along with it, so it suited us both. What I hadn’t told her is how deep my feelings for Adrian had been at the time. I am sure that if he had reciprocated those feelings into adulthood, I would be living a gay life rather than a straight one. Now Scott had set my heart aflutter but I was thankful I had been strong enough not to accept the offer of sex with him alone. There was emotional danger here and I loved and respected Trish too much to do something behind her back with someone I was sexually attracted to as much as I was with Scott.

I found Trish in full flow with a group of girls, giggly with the wine and having a ball. I took her arm carefully and guided her into a corner.

I told her about Scott and just managed to point him out to her through the crowd.

“He looks like jail bait,” she said.

“Sixteen is the age of consent here,” I said, “And he’s safely eighteen even though he looks like a wee Highland laddie.”

“Sweet though,” said Trish. “I wonder if he’ll keep his kilt on. I’d love sex with two guys in kilts.”

“Is that a yes then?” I said, hoping it was because if she refused I felt I might be tempted to go solo with this stunning blonde lad.

“You know I love being pumped by an energetic teenager Robin and he is certainly a fine example of that,” she replied.

I sought him out and told him the news suggesting we all feign tiredness a little earlier than normal. I said we would head to our room about 10.00pm and have a shower and wait for him. I also asked him to make sure he put his kilt back on.

“Dirty bugger,” he said.

I reminded him that Trish knew about Adrian but not about the length or intensity of the relationship and he agreed to stay quiet about that.

We actually started to head up to our room at 9.30pm while the dancing was still in full flow and we weren’t going to be missed. Both of us had a few drink inside and were quite merry and horny. I couldn’t wait to explore the body of this young stud. We showered and I put my kilt and a t-shirt on to await his arrival. It was about 10.20pm when the door knocked.

He was dressed quite similarly to me but with a rugby top above his kilt.

“Hi,” he said softly, looking even younger than he had downstairs.

“Hi,” I replied and stood side to let him enter.

Trish bounced across wearing a light tracksuit bottom and white top.

“So you’re a bisexual Highlander,” she said. “This should be interesting.”

Scott smiled and for the first time, looked nervous.

“I won’t eat you Scott. Feel free to grope my boyfriend as and when required as long as I get some!”

Scott looked tentatively back and forth and it was Trish who stepped forward and took his hand, placing in her breast.

“Have you been with a woman before Scott?” she asked.

“Eh, yes. I had a girlfriend for a year and we did it then.”

“Well let’s see if you like doing it with a woman instead,” she said.

I walked over and put my arm around him. I was shaking with excitement. He lifted his head, looked and me and moved to kiss me. I glanced at Trish and she quietly nodded so I put my lips to him and kissed him. Electricity shot through me and my cock started to rise at a speed I hadn’t experienced for some years.

Trish’s hands had gone under his kilt to discover he was a true Scot.

She softly said, “Nice,” as she caressed his cock under the fabric.

I put my hand to his rear and ran it up to his buttocks. They were firm and pert in a way only the young can be. He gasped as I stroked him and felt a small shudder pass down his body.

Trish dropped to her knees and her head disappeared under the fabric, it’s shape bobbing up and down as she sucked his cock. By now, Scott’s hand was on my erect cock and he stroked me gently.

“That feels so good,” he whispered.

I was slightly jealous that Trish had felt him and was now dining on his prick and I hadn’t even seen it yet. I kissed his again and felt a forceful pressure as he pushed his tongue down my throat and his lips were hard against mine. Adrian had taught him well. Trish stood and gently took his face towards hers. I reluctantly let her kiss him as I dropped to replace her, on my knees in front of him I lifted his kilt to face two perfect testicles, evenly shaped and shaved. His cock, with a foreskin slightly pulled back because of his erection, stood straight out looking at me. It was a good size, perfect for his shape and build and I would have put it at a little over six inches, medium width without a single blemish on the skin. He had a patch of pubic hair above which looked as though it had been shaved and was now growing back. A little drop of pre-cum glistened on the tip and I quickly covered it with my mouth, savouring the flavour of young flesh. The hardness shocked me. It was so hard there was no give in it whatsoever. I sucked like a hungry animal, taking the full length down my throat until I gagged, then up to the tip, running my tongue around the outside length and then licking his soft balls. I wanted as much if this boy inside me as possible.

Trish appeared alongside me on her knees and suggested I stand. I did and she immediately lifted both kilts to suck our cocks one after the other and then put them together to try both at once. The feel of my cock against his, rubbing with her saliva, almost brought me to climax and I had to stop her.

“Someone’s horny,” said Trish with a slightly sarcastic note, obviously guessing how hot I found this guy.

We lay Scott on the bed and pulled his top off. Trish stripped naked and I pulled my t-shirt off. Trish climbed to the top of the bed and straddled the poor lad’s face with her cunt leaving him little option but to stick his tongue inside while she rode up and down holding her breasts in her hands. He was doing something right as I saw that glazed look of her face when her clit was being serviced well. I knelt between his legs and lifted the kilt to expose his goods, once again engulfing him with my mouth. I lifted his legs this time and when I started licking his balls, allowed my tongue to drift lower and lick his arse. He was sensitive, his body bucking up and down as I rimmed him as best I could in this position. Trish also leaned forward and took his cock in her mouth as I rimmed him from between his legs. The poor soul wondered which sensation was getting him off fastest and begged us to stop lest he shoot his load there and then.

I rolled off and Trish lay beside him. Since we had dominated from the beginning and he was the youngest we assumed that’s what he wanted to happen but he climbed off the bed and lay on top of Trish kissing her quite forcefully, licking and tweaking her tits and licking all the way to her cunt. Trish was writhing on the bed as I watched, cock in hand.

He took my hand and pulled me down alongside her and started to suck my cock, dashing back and forth between the two of us, a hand across my body and the other across Trish. His lips were everywhere as he kissed, licked, sucked and fondled the two of us. It was quite a performance from such a young guy.

“Can I have a condom?” he asked.

Is request was quickly filled and he then lay on top of Trish and guided his cock to her hole, pushing his dick inside her in one thrust. Trish gasped as it entered her so forcefully. When he apologised and tried to withdraw, she grabbed his buttocks and pulled him into her.

“Fuck me hard,” she said.

I lay down behind him to watch his cock fuck her like a piston. Trish was whimpering as he hammered her cunt, pulling out and then pushing back in with a vengeance.

“Oh Scott, fuck, oh God, keep going, keep going, oh Christ!”

The last word was mixed with an orgasm which was one of the quickest I had seen her achieve and one of the loudest too. I was thankful for the loud music wafting from downstairs.

He withdrew and I was thankful he hadn’t cum. Trish was wet with perspiration and slumped back to rest as Scott looked at me and smiled,

“You now,” he said.

I lay beside him ready to kiss but he lifted my kilted legs and started to rim me. His tongue entered my arse and I saw stars. He licked frantically and energetically, occasionally licking up to my balls and my cock.

“Do you have lube?” he asked.

“This I gotta see,” said Trish rummaging through our toilet bag and bringing out some KY.

Scott lubed my hole swiftly and efficiently. The weird sensation of finger pushing into me was one I hadn’t felt since Adrian. His finger was there but slid in with such ease I relaxed and let him. Only when I felt his cock slide in did panic a little. Scott was having none of it though. I was going to be fucked. It dawned on me, of course, that Adrian used to fuck me and Scott obviously thought that’s what I would want. It was, I just hadn’t realised it until his cock slid, slightly painfully, into my hole.

I remembered with Adrian, trying to relax and let it go, not to fight the intrusion. His cock was in me in about three attempts and soon my legs were up in the air and he was fucking me royally.

“My God, my boyfriend being bumfucked,” said Trish.

She fingered herself as she watched.

I was grunting and Scott started to hammer my arse the way he had fucked Trish. This time he didn’t last and he grunted as his load shot inside me. I felt the cum pump into my hole and gripped my own cock but Trish stopped me.

“I want fucked by you now,” she said.

When Scott withdrew, I climbed doggy style on to Trish and stuck my cock in her. I always came quickly in that position. I held her hips as I fucked her and looked at Scott lying there, his kilt lying back and his softening cock leaking cum. My arse was aching slightly as I fucked. It was a delicious pain and looking at weapon instrumental in causing it was taking me over the top.

“A bit longer Robin, I’m nearly there,” said Trish.

I held on as long as I could until she finally climaxed a second time and I emptied my cum straight into her cunt.

We all collapsed on the bed.

“Fucking hell lad, you’re coming back!” said Trish.

“I’d love to,” said Scott, looking at me with those large eyelashes. “Adrian hoped to see you again too.

I had a feeling I might be about to break my rule about extra marital sex. The thought of a threesome with him and Adrian was going to be too much of a draw not to!

Next morning we exchanged pleasantries over breakfast with Scott and his parents and he looked like the perfect son once more as he smiled across to us shyly. Somehow knowing his cock had been up my hole and in my wife just a few hours previously brought out the devil in me and I looked forward to seeing him in Glasgow..

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Money For College

Brian walked in just as Jason shoved the books off his desk in a fit anger.

“What’s up, buddy?” he asked.

“Not a Goddamn thing that a few thousand bucks wouldn’t cure,” he replied.

“I’ve got twenty, if that’ll help,” Brian offered.

Jason had to laugh even though he didn’t feel like it.

“So, what the hell’s the problem?” Brian asked.

“My Dad found himself a new bimbo and all of a sudden there’s no money for college.”

“Your Dad’s had a lot of bimbo’s. If this one isn’t around any longer than…….”

“He married this one,” Jason cut in, fairly spitting the words out.

“Oh, damn, that is a bummer.”

“Well, I’m done here,” Jason said, as he shoved his chair back and stood up. “I might as well start packing.”

“You’ve got the rest of the semester,” Brian said.

“The semester isn’t paid for. I’ve been paying a little bit at a time. When I don’t show up with the next payment I promised, they’re going to shut me out.”

“There’s gotta be a way….something…..”

“I’m already working two part time jobs that don’t pay shit, and that’s barely covering my share of this dump we’re living in. Another job wouldn’t leave time even to attend classes or study.”

“Loans….grants?” Brian said.

“I couldn’t get a loan or a grant in time. I’m going to have to lay out for a year.”

“Statistics show that eighty percent of those who lay out don’t come back,” Brian pointed out.

“Screw your statistics. Do they show that most of that eighty percent don’t come back because they can’t scrape the money together?” He pulled his T-shirt up and over his head and tossed it on his bed. Then he shoved his shorts down, kicked them away, and grabbed a towel he’d left over the back of a chair.

“There is a way,” Brian said with a thoughtful grin.

“Yeah? What? Rob a bank?”

Brian grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him to face the full-length mirror on the back of the door.

“Take a look at yourself.”

Jason looked at himself in the mirror then caught his roommate’s eyes. “So, what am I supposed to see that’s got anything to do with this?”

“You’re a walking gold mine,” Brian said.

Jason looked himself up and down again, without even the self-admiration that he deserved. Sure, he was built, but what did that get him except in some girl’s bed?

“And what secret formula do you have for turning this into gold?” he asked with a sweep of his hand toward the image in the mirror.

Brian grabbed his arm and led him to the window overlooking the street. Jason was right, it was a dump they were living in, in a dumpy neighborhood that boasted no better than pool halls, bars and prostitutes. “There’s your answer, right across the street.”

“Are you sure you understood the question?” Jason asked sourly. He gazed out the window. “If you’re talking about Racers……”

“Look at you, man. You’re built like a fuckin’ god. Put it to work, for chrissakes.”

“You’re talking about stripping…..”

Brian turned him back to the mirror. “Take another look, my friend. You don’t have any clothes on right now. Nobody paid you to take them off, but here you are, naked. Walk across the street and take your clothes off, you get paid for it. I hear they make over a hundred bucks a night just in tips.”

“Their sign says male dancers. I don’t know how to dance,” he said.

“Come on, I’ve seen you on the dance floor,” Brian scoffed.

“It wouldn’t be that kind of dancing,” he said, nodding to the male strip club.

Brian threw up his hands. “Okay, go back to PoDunk and shovel shit or flip hamburgers or whatever else they have to offer and see how long it takes you to earn enough money for fuckin’ bus fare back here, let alone pay for tuition and books.”

“It’s a male strip club man. I would feel weird taking my clothes off in front of a bunch of guys,” Jason said.

“Exactly how many guys does it take to make you feel weird? You got a number? Is it twenty, ten, eight?”

“What’s the point of your question?”

“Well, I’m one guy, and you’re naked in front of me all the time. How many guys were in the locker room when you played football back in high school? How many guys are in the locker room at the gym when you strip down to shower?”

“I don’t know, I never paid any attention,” he said with a frown.

“Right. So you don’t pay attention to how many guys are watching you when you’re taking off your clothes off on stage,” Brian said

“I see your logic but….I don’t know, man……”

“Okay, I’ll see you back here in a couple of years….maybe,” Brian said dryly.

“Okay….okay, maybe I’ll go over and talk to them,” Jason said, now more thoughtfully. He wasn’t at all sure he would, but saying it would appease Brian for the moment and get him off his back. Meanwhile, he didn’t know what he was going to do.

“Listen, don’t be a fool,” Brian said. “Look at it this way. You’ve got all the tools to do the job. Maybe it’s not the job you were looking for, but you’ve got the tools, so you do it. Just go over there and talk to them. They’re not going to throw you out, and you just might discover a natural talent you didn’t know you had.”

“A natural talent?” Jason questioned.

“Yeah, like taking off your clothes,” Brian said dryly. “Doing what comes naturally, and getting paid for it.”

“Speaking of being thrown out….it’s a bar, and I just turned nineteen,” said Jason.

“You’re going there to strip, not to drink,” Brian said.

“But they serve booze,” Brian said.

“They sell booze in the grocery stores here. A nineteen year old checkout boy has to have somebody else ring it up. You won’t have anything to do with the booze. If all else, get a fake ID. You could easily pass for twenty-one.”

They left it at that for the moment as Jason changed the subject to a party he’d been invited to, and asked Brian if he wanted to come along.

“Was I invited?” Brian asked.

“You are now,” Jason said.

“It’s not your party.”

“It’s not anybody’s party. Just some kids getting together at somebody’s place out in the country; some guy who owns a small ranch.”

“Hey, if they’re not going to check the invitation list, sure,” Brian said. “When?”

“This weekend. Saturday, it’ll probably spill over into Sunday.”

Brian’s suggestion laid heavy on Jason’s mind. He made it sound like such a simple way of making money. Just walk into the place, say, “Hey, I’m willing to take my clothes off, how much will you pay me?”

By the next morning, after laying awake thinking about it, he decided to at least go make an inquiry. Instinct told him he needed to make a good first impression; show off the tools that Brian said he had. He showered and used some of Brian’s body splash but then he didn’t know what kind of impression he should try to make. It was a strip club but he couldn’t walk in wearing a thong. But it didn’t warrant a suit and tie either. Better to err on the side of decency, he thought. He put on his best pair of jeans and a short-sleeved sport shirt with a button down collar. He didn’t tuck it in and he left the top two buttons open to show the separation between his thick pecs that pressed against the front of the shirt. He liked the way the sleeves fit, too, nice and snug around his biceps. As an afterthought he grabbed a pair of faded Levi cut-offs that he’d brought with him from high school and stuffed them in his back pack. They were short–almost no leg left from the many washings and trimming off the frazzles–and well worn, almost threadbare at the crotch and in the seat. He added a white tank top, slapped on his baseball cap and headed across the street.

It was dark inside the place and it took a moment for his eyes to adjust. When they did, he could make out a young, burly guy behind the bar–looked about thirty-who looked like he might have been a football player. He walked up and extended his hand across the bar. Before he got his name out, the guy said, “You here about the job?”

“Uhh….yes, as a matter of fact, I am,” Jason said, blinking with surprise.

“I saw you coming across the street. I was hoping so.”

“My name’s Jason.”

“I’ve already got a Jason. How about Ryder?”

“Ryder?”

“Yeah, you need a stage name.”

“Well, before I take a stage name, I’d like to know something about what’s involved,” Jason said.

“You take your clothes off in time to the music. We call it dancing, but you don’t have to know how to dance. First show starts at ten-thirty. Another one at twelve, and another one at one-thirty a.m.”

“What do I wear?” Jason asked.

“What you’ve got on is great to start out with, depending on what you’re wearing underneath.”

“I brought something along that I thought might be good,” he said, putting a hand on his back pack.

“Let’s see.”

He dug the cut-offs and tank top out of the bag and laid them on the bar.

“That outfit always goes over good. Why don’t you go back there and change and show me what you’ve got.”

He went back to where the bartender had pointed, into a small office. He quickly changed into the cut-offs and tank top and checked himself out in the mirror on the back of the wall. The cut-offs were nice and snug, showing plenty of thigh. He hadn’t worn them for a long time and his thigh muscles bulged against the worn material. They were almost indecent to wear out in public, but muscle was what they wanted to see at Racer’s. He took off his shirt and put on the tank top. It hugged his torso like a second skin and made his shoulders look even broader. He liked the way the straps made the muscles on the sides look more heaped. He put his cap on and went back to the bar.

“You look great. You can start tonight if you want to.”

“You don’t want me to audition? I’m not really a very good dancer,” Jason said.

“I watched you walking across the street; that was your audition. You’ve got all the right moves, just do ’em in time to the music.”

Jason laughed. “What’s the pay?”

“Twenty bucks for showing up, plus tips. You’ll rake in the tips; easy a hundred a night, the way you’re put together, probably more.”

Jason thought about it for a moment.

“Look, I don’t wanta pressure you but kid, you’re made for this job, and you won’t find one that pays better. Don’t waste the opportunity. I’ve had a couple of other guys come in but they don’t compare to you.”

“All right, thanks,” he said.

“Does that mean all right, you’re taking the job? And are you starting tonight? I gotta know so I know whether to put your name on the roster or call in somebody else.”

“I’ll be here,” Jason said. “I’ll give it a try.”

“Great. You’re going to go over big. Hey, do you have your own music?”

“No. This was a spur of the moment thing. My roommate talked me into coming over.”

“Well, you can bring a tape, or perform to one of ours.”

Back in his room–Brian was in class–Jason dug around for a tape of some of his favorite music. He slipped it into the tape player and stood in front of the mirror. When the music started he started moving. He felt foolish, but he didn’t look foolish. He hadn’t noticed before, but he could be sexy on foot. He practiced for a few minutes just moving and swaying to the music then he began to spice it up with some impromptu moves, swaying and thrusting his hips. Then he started taking off his clothes. Maybe he could do this after all.

He didn’t tell Brian he’d taken the job. That night, when Brian was coming out of the shower, he saw Jason getting dressed after his shower.

“Where’re you going?” Jason asked.

“To work,” Jason replied as he buttoned his jeans around his trim waist and smoothed his hand down over the bulge.

“This is your night off to study,” Brian said.

“I’ll have to study later.”

“Oh! You got the job at Racers!”

“Yeah, and they didn’t even ask for ID.”

“Great!”

Jason grabbed his T-shirt and slipped it on then picked up his gym bag. “Well, it’s not great, but it’s a way of telling my old man to fuck off with his bimbo wife,” Jason said.

“Hey, that’s your father’s wife, show some respect,’ Brian said.

“Fuck my father’s wife,” Jason growled. “And I probably could,” he added under his breath.

“I’m getting dressed and come along,” Brian said excitedly.

“No,” Jason said. “I don’t want you there. At least not the first night, till I get used to it and know what I’m doing. Besides, you’re not gay.”

“Huh?”

“It’s an all-male strip club….a gay strip club,” Jason said.

“I’ve seen women go in, with their dates,” Brian said.

“You’ve seen ten times as many guys go in….with their dates.”

“Okay, I’ll stay away tonight, but I’m coming to see you do your stuff,” Brian said.

The bartender greeted him with a smile and pointed him to where to go get dressed. Jason was nervous as he climbed the stairs to the dressing room. He was somehow taken aback when he saw the small room full of mostly naked guys, but he should’ve expected it; it was a strip club. He was keenly aware of the eyes that followed him to a corner where he dropped his bag. He tried not to be nervous. He’d done this hundreds of times in front of hundreds of other guys, but this was different. This wasn’t the locker room, and he wasn’t going to leave this room fully dressed for a date. He was going to go down those stairs and leap up on the stage, and show himself to dozens of guys–strangers–mostly gay strangers. He caught the glance of one guy in particular as he was pulling off his shirt. He dug the tank top out of his bag and slipped it on. It was more than a glance, really, for when he looked back, the guy was still looking at him. He took off his hiking boots and jeans. He hadn’t decided whether to wear just his shorts or slip on the thong he’d purchased, or his jockstrap. It would be that much more he would have to take off.

The guy watched him as he was undoing his jeans. In just his shorts, he dug around in his gym bag for the skimpier thong. He picked up the jockstrap but put it back. He would save the jockstrap for later in the show, or for another night.

Someone popped his head in the door. “Ten minutes, guys. Is there a guy named Ryder here?”

Everybody looked around but nobody answered to the name.

“Well, shit, don’t tell me he didn’t show up,” the man muttered. “Now I’ll have to change the lineup.”

Suddenly it hit Jason; he was Ryder. “Sorry. I wasn’t paying attention to the name. I guess I’m Ryder,” he told the man.

The guy looked at him, standing in his briefs with his thumbs in the waist band, about to shove them down.

“Okay, you’re on right after Arthur. Don’t forget that name, ’cause I’ll be announcing you in that order.”

“Got it,” Jason said, and shoved his shorts down. He wasn’t particularly aware that there were more eyes on him till someone spoke up.

“Well, fuck, there goes my tips for the night,” someone said.

“Yeah, there ought to be a law,” someone else said.

Jason didn’t realize they were talking about him till he straightened, pulling the tiny thong up his muscular thighs and was lifting and placing his manhood inside the pouch. He glanced about and saw guys looking at him. He paused for a second, then finished pulling the thong up over his manhood.

“What?” he asked, finally, to everyone in general.

“Ignore them,” the guy next to him said. “They just saw that gold mine you just tucked away inside your thong, and saw their tips going south.”

“Uhh….guys, this is my first shot at this, I have no idea what the hell I’m even doing,” Jason said in a feeble defense.

“You’re doing it,” the other guy said, looking him up and down. “Fuck, I think I’m jealous.”

“Just wait till you see how bad I fuck this up, they probably won’t even let me do a second set,” Jason said.

The guy put out his hand and introduced himself. “My name’s Tucker.”

“Jason. My real name.”

“Yeah, Tucker’s mine. It’s also my stage name.”

The banter went on as Jason put his shorts back on then the cut-offs and Jason began to realize that a couple of the guys really were jealous. But most of them were only joking around about it. The music started and the announcer could be heard downstairs. Jason pulled on his hiking boots over the heavy work socks. The first guy’s name was announced and one of the guys rushed down the stairs. Jason wished he could go down and watch so he would know what he was supposed to do. He was glad for Tucker’s company.

“Nervous?” Tucker asked.

“Yeah, a little,” Jason said as he tied his boots.

“You’ll do fine.”

“Hell, I can’t even dance,” Jason said.

“You don’t have to know how to dance. Just move to the beat of the music. Trust me, that’s all you have to do,” he said, looking him up and down again. “Listen, slip your shirt on over that tank top, and put on your cap. It’s a strip show, every item of clothing you have to take off builds the anticipation.”

“Oh, all right, I guess you’re right. Thanks. I told you I didn’t know what I was doing,” Jason said.

“So what made you decide to give this a try?” Tucker asked.

“I need money for college.”

“That’s the reason a lot of guys are here. You’ll do good with the tips,” Tucker said. “The guys are right, you probably will cut into some of their tips.”

“That’s all I need, having everybody pissed off at me,” Jason said.

“Don’t worry about it. Listen, do you want to get together afterwards?” Tucker asked, then quickly added, “Just for a beer, no funny stuff. I’m straight too.”

“Yeah, we could do that,” Jason said. “Listen….the tips….how does that work, exactly?”

“You keep all of your tips; that’s why you don’t get paid much,” Tucker said.

“No I mean….I know, they stuff money in your jock while you’re dancing, but after the set….I heard some guys talking about working the crowd. What’s that all about?”

“You don’t have to do it, but that’s where the real money is. You just go up to a guy and be friendly. It’s always good to put your hands on him, like on his knees or his shoulders, and he’ll do the same to you, only he’s gonna want to get his hands all over those muscles. Then you can move your hands down to his hips or on his thighs. If he’s built, make some comments about his arms or his abs. You don’t have to let him go too far, but the more attention you give him and the more freedom you give him, the more he’s gonna tip.”

“What do you mean, freedom?”

“Like feeling you up, playing with your butt, maybe kissing your nipples, even putting his hand down inside your shorts.”

“I’m not sure I wanta let anybody do that,” Jason said.

“It’s your call,” Tucker said. “But it’s good to strike while the iron’s hot; you get ’em all boned up with your moves on stage, they’re already digging out their money for when you come around. If you don’t take it, they’ll give it to the next guy. And you’ll probably get propositioned. No, you will get propositioned.”

“Propositioned?”

“I almost never leave the club alone,” Tucker said. “There will be some guy who wants you to go with him after you get off work. That’s where the real gold is.”

“Go with him. Where?”

“To his place. To his motel room. Hell, maybe even his car or van. For sex.”

Jason blinked. “I don’t think that’s in the cards for me, either.”

“Suit yourself. But you can easily double your money by spending an hour or so with the guy.”

“Yeah, but doing what?”

“That’s always your call too. Most want to give you head or have you fuck them. But I’ve had guys who just wanted to watch me jack off while they felt my muscles. One guy just wanted to lie naked with me and talk. Easiest two hundred bucks I ever made.”

“You got paid two hundred bucks for lying naked and talking?”

“Mostly, I listened. But, hell, getting head or fucking some guy’s ass is a pretty nice and easy way to make two hundred bucks, too.”

“You’ve actually fucked guys for money?”

Tucker laughed. “Hell, I’ve fucked guys NOT for money.”

“Listen, uh….we never really talked about it when I hired in this morning, but do they ever go all the way with the clothes? You know, strip completely?”

“Technically, it’s against the law, but it’s a private club. Definitely don’t do it on the first set. Sometimes the third set, depending on the crowd and the mood. Just watch the others and play it by ear. Come on, let’s go down and wait, you can see how we do it.”

Jason followed Tucker down the narrow stairway and they stood in the shadows near the bar to watch Arthur perform. He was good, and his moves were pretty basic. Jason thought he could do it, and he was built a lot better than him.

Just then Jason heard his name called….Ryder. He was glad he’d come downstairs; he hadn’t even heard Arthur’s name called.

“You’re on, stud,” Tucker said, giving his butt a quick squeeze. Jason thought nothing of it; he’d had that done dozens of times in the locker room.

Jason took a deep breath as the announcer informed the crowd that it was Ryder’s first time at the club, and in fact, his first time ever on stage.

“Hey, tear the T-shirt off,” Tucker told him just as he was moving away.

Jason made his way through the crowd standing around near the doorway, to the small stage with brass poles at each end. The lighting was such that he was unable to see the patrons when he jumped up on the stage, but he knew they were there. The beat of the music was intoxicating and once he was on stage and started moving around to the beat, he was relieved to feel his nervousness flow out of him. He didn’t know how long he was supposed to dance; how long he had to get out of his clothes. Suddenly he noticed a large mirror on the wall opposite the bar. He watched himself and was pleased with the way he could move. He unbuttoned the first two buttons on his shirt and ran his hand down inside it. He slowly undid the rest of the buttons and took a full minute to shrug it off. He moved around the stage, pulling his tank top out of his jeans, tugging it up to show his lower abs. There was some soft applause at first, and some whoops and hollers that encouraged him when he pulled it up to show his chest. Then he got the ultimate encouragement when a young guy approached the stage and stuffed some bills in the waistband of his briefs. He pushed the tank top up and kissed Jason’s lower stomach.

“Take off the shirt,” he said, holding up more money.

“I’ll do better than that,” Jason said. He gripped the shirt and ripped it apart, exposing his deep-ridged ab muscles and then his thick broad pecs.

“Oh, My Godd,” the guy gasped. He reached up and ran his hands over Jason’s stomach and squeezed his pecs, then he ran his hands down his sides and on down his bare thighs. He moved his hands back up Jason’s thighs and shoved them up inside the legs of his cutoffs, then he tucked more money in his waistband.

Surprisingly, Jason was okay with the touching. It was money for college, and he didn’t mind having the guy’s hands on him; it was almost like he was worshipping his body. As he moved away Jason began unbuttoning his cutoffs. He did several turns around the stage before his fly was all the way open, revealing the white of his briefs. He reached inside and hefted the front of his shorts out and let the bulge rest in the V of his fly for another full turn around the stage. It was awkward, trying take off the cutoffs off while he moved in time with the music but he managed to step out of them and tossed them to the end of the stage and began swiveling his hips and thrusting, wearing just his shorts. Several more guys came up to stuff money inside his shorts and feel his muscles. One guy saw or felt his thong underneath.

“Take off the briefs,” he said.

Jason was getting into it by how and he boldly told the guy, “Why don’t you take ’em off for me.”

The man smiled as he pulled the shorts down while Jason swiveled his hips right at his face level. When he had the shorts off of him, the man asked if he could keep them.

Jason leaned down and said, “I would have to buy new ones.” The man stuffed a ten dollar bill inside his thong and got a good feel of the pouch.

The set ended all too soon and the announcer was announcing Tucker. Jason wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do, so he stayed on stage till Tucker joined him.

“You did great, man. Now go work ’em,” Tucker told him as he began his own routine.

Jason jumped off the stage and glanced around to see the first couple of dancers back in the darker end of the bar, mingling with the patrons. He went in that direction. Almost immediately, he was pulled in against a guy sitting turned around on a bar stool.

“Don’t rush past me,” the guy said as he began running his hands over Jason’s body.

“Sorry, I couldn’t see after those bright lights in my eyes,” Jason said. He did as the others were doing and placed his hands on the man’s shoulders and swiveled his hips slowly to the music like he was still dancing.

“You were hot up there,” the man said. “You’re even hotter down here in the flesh.”

“I was in the flesh up there,” Jason said.

“But this is hands-on flesh,” the man said.

Jason saw that the man had bills in one hand, and he stayed with him till he had tucked one of them inside his shorts, then he eased away from him and moved on to the next guy, just like Tucker said to do; leave them wanting. He couldn’t tell what the bills were that he had collected, but they were sticking out all around the waistband of his thong, plus those that were stuffed down inside. He eased away from a couple of pairs of groping hands when they found their way inside his thong, and once he gently eased a man’s hand away when he was getting too serious about playing with his cock.

“I can’t get a hardon yet, and you’re going to give me one,” Jason told him with a smile.

His heart was racing as he went back up the stairs to the dressing room. He saw his thong was stuffed with bills, and saw that some of them were five dollar bills. He began pulling the bills out and straightening them to count them. Tucker appeared behind him, rubbing his hand over his butt.

“Looks like you did all right for yourself, stud,” he said, smiling. “Did you get propositioned?”

“I don’t even know, I was so nervous,” Jason said.

“Well, if you didn’t, you will next set,” Tucker said. “Sometimes it takes one set for them to work up their nerve.”

Jason counted the money; forty-nine dollars. “What do I do with the money?” he asked Tucker.

“I can hold it for you when you’re on stage, you can hold mine, but always count it before you give it to me so you know I didn’t keep any of it,” Tucker said.

Jason handed him the money and pulled off the thong. He dug his jockstrap out of his bag and pulled it on.

The next set was more lucrative than the first, and when he went around to work the crowd again, he got propositioned by the first guy who had pulled him over before.

“You shoved off too quickly the first time,” the man said. “I was going to ask what it would take to get you go to back to my motel room with me. I’ll make it worth your while.”

“I don’t know what worth your while means,” Jason said.

“Two hundred, for a couple of hours,” the man said.

“All right.” He startled himself with his quick answer. He hadn’t intended to accept any propositions–sell himself for sex–but it just came out in response to the mention of two hundred bucks, and he felt surprisingly comfortable with his decision.

“I’ll wait for you after your last set,” the man said He finished working the crowd then went back upstairs.

“Well, I got propositioned,” he told Tucker.

“Are you going?”

“Yeah. Two hundred bucks, I couldn’t turn that down.”

“Great!” Tucker said, putting his hand up for a high five. “You’re catching on fast.”

“He asked me and I just blurted it out, yeah, I would go, without thinking,” Jason said. “Now I don’t know what I’ve got myself into.”

“Like I said, it’s totally your call,” Tucker said. “Have you ever had sex with a guy?”

“No.”

“Let him know that, he’ll love it that you’re a virgin,” Brian said.

“I’m not a virgin,” Jason said.

“You will be to him.”

By his final set, Jason had accumulated a hundred and forty dollars, plus his base pay of twenty dollars from the bar. And there was a guy waiting to pay him another two hundred.

The guy, Jack, was waiting for him at the door. Jason went with him to his car. As they drove to the motel he wondered more what he had gotten himself into. He couldn’t believe he had agreed to come with the guy, but it was only when they were inside the room and he heard the bolt on the door that he realized that he was actually there to have sex with this stranger, for money. It was male prostitution, pure and simple, and it had to be against the law. But he was there, he had made a commitment, of sorts, and he didn’t have any way back to the club.

“Go ahead, get comfortable,” the man told him. “You’re welcome to use my shower.”

“Yes, I should shower, the hot lights made me work up quite a sweat.”

“You didn’t need hot lights to work up a sweat. Your moves made a lot of guys work up a sweat,” the man said. “Besides it looked good on you, the way your muscles glistened under the lights.”

“Thanks.” He went to the bathroom and turned on the shower then stripped down. He could have stayed longer under the shower, but there was no use prolonging things. He wondered what the man would expect of him. He remembered Tucker’s words, “It’s your call.” But the guy was the one with the money, so it was a lot his call.

He was surprised when he came out of the bathroom, towel around his waist, and saw the money laying on the dresser.

“There’s your money,” the man said. “We agreed on two hundred, right?”

“Right,” Jason said.

“Here, let me have your towel, I’ll hang it up for you,” the man said.

Jason removed the towel and handed it to the man.

“Oh, Godd,” the man gasped when he saw his fluffed up cock. “I can hardly wait.”

Jason had never felt so completely naked and vulnerable in his life. He had been naked in the locker room and showers hundreds of times, but this was different. He casually pulled on his cock, suddenly proud of its size and the heft and meatiness of it, but still a little apprehensive about what the guy expected of him. He needn’t have been. Seated on the edge of the bed, the man reached out with one hand on Jason’s hip and brought him to stand in front of him. Then he put both hands on Jason’s hips and bent down and scooped his cock up into his mouth.

“Ohhhhhh, Shit!” Jason groaned, tossing his head back.

The man smiled around his cock then backed off from it. “Sounds like that feels good.”

“Ohhh, fuck yeah! This is the first time I ever did this,” Jason said.

“Your first time out as an escort?”

“My first time out, and my first time to have a guy suck my cock or even let another guy touch me.”

“Oh, really. That’s wonderful. I’m so glad I’m your first.”

“I kinda think I’m gonna be glad for that too,” Jason said.

As Jack sucked him, he leaned back and slowly maneuvered Jason onto the bed till he was astraddle his chest and feeding him his cock. Jack clasped his hands around Jason’s tight butt and pulled him higher, urging him up over him. Jason assumed the position and began doing pushups over the man’s head, driving his cock all the way into his throat. He couldn’t imagine a man could do that. Jack choked and gagged but he kept sucking.

Jason’s arms and legs were trembling from the intense excitement. He’d never felt anything so good in his life. He didn’t know how he was going to make it for the next few minutes, much less a couple of hours. He worked to hold off but finally had to pull up. His cock extracted from the man’s mouth with a loud suctioning noise.

“I gotta break, before I cum,” he told him.

“Yes, of course. I’m too anxious,” Jack said. “Lie over beside me, we can cool down and work back into it. But don’t be afraid to cum; I’m sure you can reload.”

“I can, but it’s so good I want it to last,” Jason said.

“Me too, but I would like to get you off at least twice. Once in my mouth, and once in my ass.”

Jason blinked with surprise. “You want me…to….f-fuck your ass?” he stammered.

The man smiled. “You weren’t expecting that?” he said.

“I wasn’t expecting anything, I didn’t know what to expect, really, except maybe a blowjob.”

“Will you fuck me?”

“Yeah, I….I guess I can, if you want me to. I’ve never fucked a guy before.”

“Same rudiments as fucking a girl,” Jack said. “Can you cum twice?”

“I can cum as many times as you can get me off in two hours,” Jason said.

“Ohh, Godd, I love that,” Jack said. “Climb back up here and feed me some more of that magnificent meat. Make me choke on that big cock.”

“I guess that means you want a load in your mouth,” Jason said as he straddled the man again and began feeding him his cock.

“Yes,” Jack managed to say before his mouth was stuffed full and he gagged on the big hunk of meat.

Over the next twenty minutes or so they scooted down on the bed till Jason was hunkered over the man doing pushups over his face and thrusting his big cock all the way into his throat, fairly nailing his head to the mattress. He paid no mind that he choked him repeatedly because the man never told him to stop doing it. At one point he paused and straightened up.

“I ought to tell you, I cum quite a bit,” he said.

“Drown me,” Jack said.

Jason laughed and said, “I just might. I just wanted you to know.”

“I can hardly wait to taste you.”

At the end he didn’t cum in the man’s throat because he said he wanted to taste him. Instead, he withdrew completely and pumped his cock by hand, aimed at the man’s face.

“Oh, Godd, Yess! Give it to me,” the man whimpered with his mouth opened wide and his tongue out.

Jason laid the head of his cock on the man’s tongue. “I’m gonna cum!” He humped up over him and began shooting in his mouth. He overshot several times and laid thick ropes of warm cum all over his face and in his hair, on the pillow and some even splattered against the headboard.

The man tried to talk as he was gulping down Jason’s cum and licking it up. “My Godd….slurp….where did that….slurp, slurp….all come from?”……slurp, lick.

Jason smiled as he rubbed the head of his cock in the warm cum and moved it to the man’s mouth.

“The next load won’t be that much,” he said.

“Just don’t lose that hardon,” the man said.

“Don’t worry about that,” Jason said. “I can fuck you whenever you’re ready.”

“I haven’t been not ready, stud, since you jumped up on stage and started twisting that fine ass around. I was imagining you twisting it around to much better use.”

“I can do that,” Jason said as he finished milking his cock over the man’s mouth.

“Oh, I love it!” the man exclaimed. “I love your cum, I love your cock, I love your body, I love the way you talk.”

“I hope you like the way I move,” Jason said. He was suddenly feeling very confident in his newfound “profession.” He pushed to the back of his mind the fact that what he was doing was probably illegal.

Jack was ready. He asked Jason how he wanted him.

“Hey, you’re paying me, that’s your call. How do you want it?”

“Oh, let me count the ways!” Jack replied. “Every position you know.”

Jason laughed. “That might take more than two hours.”

“I don’t care how long it takes, I’ll gladly pay your overtime rate.”

“I don’t charge overtime,” Jason said. “Okay, I’ve got five positions in mind.”

“Oh, Godd, Yess! What are they?” the man asked excitedly. “Oh, Godd, I love the way you handle yourself. I can’t believe this is your first time escorting.”

“You make it easy,” Jason told him. It didn’t hurt to stroke the guy’s ego. “On your stomach, on your back, on your hands and knees, standing up in front of the mirrors, and….turned upside with me facing the other way.”

“Oh my Godd, you’re going to fuck me a new asshole!” he shrieked with laughter.

“I’ll do my best,” Jason said.

Jason moved aside so the man could get on his stomach. When he started to rise up, Jason pushed his butt back down.

“No, flat on your stomach….later on your hands and knees,” he said. “I assume you’ve been fucked before,” he said as he straddled the man’s thighs and began kneading his butt, which was surprisingly firm and tight, he thought, for a guy his age.

“Yes, but never upside down. And I think this entire experience is going to be like all first times. I think I’m going to feel like a virgin again.”

“Well, I doubt it’ll be that good, this is my first try at this,” Jason said. For some reason he was too shy to ask about lube or condoms but he didn’t want to fuck bareback. He spat a glob of spit into the man’s ass crack and worked it in with the head of his cock. Jack squirmed back against his cock. Then he found his courage.

“Listen, I don’t have a condom,” he said.

“Oh. Sorry.” Jack scrambled to reach over the side of the bed and got a condom out of his pants and handed it to Jason, along with a bottle of lube.

“Thanks.”

He rolled the condom over his cock and drizzled some lube on it. Then he squeezed some against the man’s hole. The slickness came together in the crack of the man’s as and the head of his cock pressed deep against the man’s hole. He could feel it clinching anxiously against his cock. He pushed, gently at first, but when he felt Jack pushing back, he shoved harder, forcing his cock through the tight hole. The thrust sent him in about halfway before he was able to check his entry.

“Ohh, Goddd!” Jack moaned, pressing his head back in the pillow.

“Is that okay? Is it hurting?” Jason asked.

“If it does, it’s a good hurt,” Jack said. “Don’t worry about it, stud, just shove that big, wonderful cock all the way in and fuck me.”

Jason gave him what he wanted, with a loud, low moan of his own as his cock was enveloped completely in the man’s warm, snug fitting ass. He leaned up over him and pressed his loins hard against the man’s butt, flattening it as much as the taut muscles would allow. Jack moaned when Jason twisted his hips around.

“Oh, Godd, yess….like that….Oh, fuck, yesss.”

As he fucked him, Jason quickly learned what moves made the man moan and cry out and he soon had his own repertoire of moves way beyond just moving in and out. He fucked him flat on his stomach for twenty minutes or so then took hold of his right hip bone and urged him up on his hands and knees.

“Oh, yeah, fuck me like a dog,” Jack moaned as he eagerly assumed the position. “OHh, Godd, fuck me like your bitch. OOhhh….Ohhh….you go in a lot deeper this way,” he cried out.

Jason could feel it to, but he didn’t bother asking if it hurt, he just kept fucking. There were no time constraints, he wasn’t keeping track of the time, for he was liking this as much as Jack, his client, and he was silently thanking Brian for pushing him into it. He would thank him properly when he got back to their room.

After a while Jason mentioned trying it standing up. Jack was eager to comply. He got off the bed and bent over the dresser with his face right in the mirror. He watched Jason take his position behind him. He winced a little when he entered him but then quickly reverted to his moaning, whimpering state when Jason began fucking him.

Jason tried to allot the same amount of time for each position. He had an idea how he wanted to finish. He discovered that fucking standing up took its toll faster on his butt muscles and his legs. When he suggested on his back, Jack eagerly got into position with his legs held up for Jason to grab hold of. Jason stood beside the bed and entered him again, leaning over and plunging down hard. It was a good position, he went in deep and it pleased Jack, but he was having to stay focused and concentrate on holding off. Finally he decided he wouldn’t try.

He pulled out and turned Jack’s body straight on the bed then stepped up to stand on the mattress astraddle the man’s upturned butt.

“Oh, this is going to be hot,” Jack said. “Oh, I thought you were going to face away from me,” he said as Jack took up a position facing him.

“I changed my mind. Since I’m going to cum in your ass, I’m going to make you cum in your mouth at the same time and eat your own load.”

“You are so ingenious.”

Jason laughed. “Some would call it perverted,” he said. He stood astraddle Jack’s upturned butt and aimed his cock downward. The head slipped in and he lowered himself on his haunches to sink in all the way to his balls. He held deep and snug for a moment then began moving up and down.

“Ohh….Ohhhh….Ohhhhh, Godd….this is a whole new feeling ….ohh, you’re rubbing every inch across my prostate….oh, fuck….oh, fuck, I think I’m gonna cum. Don’t stop….fuck me harder…..oh, yeah, harder, harder….Ohhhhh….OHHHH GODDD! Oh, Godd, YESS!…I’m cumming!!!”

Jack was cumming quicker than Jason had anticipated. He fucked him hard, trying to work up his own climax to coincide with Jack’s. It was a close call. He felt Jack’s asshole quiver and tighten around his cock as he started cumming. Huge streams of cum shot out of his cock, into his mouth and all over his face. He had to close his eyes and Jason grabbed hold of his cock to aim the jettisons at the man’s mouth. Then Jason started cumming too.

Jack uttered an animal-like squealing, whimpering moan as he threw his arms out to the sides to claw at the sheets. It was over in minutes, what seemed like hours. Jason’s thighs screamed for relief from the weight bearing down in such an awkward position and his butt muscles ached. Jack was beginning to go limp under him and Jason’s legs were going to give out. Finally, he leaned forward and literally collapsed on top of him.

It was a long moment before either of them moved. When they did, Jason simply leaned to the side and they toppled onto their sides, Jack still bent in half and Jason’s cock still buried in his ass.

“My Godd, what just happened,” Jack gasped weakly.

Jason laughed. “I don’t fuckin’ know myself, except the best sex I ever had.”

“It was that for me too, I’m glad to hear you say it,” Jack said.

Jason started untangling himself from Jack and pulled his cock free. The condom hung heavy with cum. “Did I give you your money’s worth?” he asked.

“Oh, stud, money can’t buy sex that good. I can only offer a pittance.”

Jason laughed, “Two hundred bucks is hardly a pittance,” he said as he was carefully removing the heavy laden condom.”

“Can I have that?”

Jack frowned and shrugged. “Yeah, I guess, the condom is yours, I only borrowed it. And I guess you could say you paid for the cum.” He handed it to Jack. “What’re you going to do with it?”

“I’m going to freeze your cum,” he said as he tied off the end. “Then I’m going to wash and dry the condom and keep it as a memento of the best sex I ever had.”

“Want me to autograph it for you?” Jason joked.

Jack let him shower again, while he watched. He watched him get dressed. When he was dressed and picked up his money he saw another twenty and a five besides the four fifties that Jack had laid out.

“You gave me too much,” he said, handing back the extra bills.

“No I didn’t. But I would like to have one little bonus for it the tip.”

“What’s that?” Jason asked.

“A kiss. A huge kiss.”

Jason recoiled inside and almost said no, but his upbringing kicked in. He couldn’t reject the man like that and hurt his feelings after being so generous, and it was twenty five extra bucks. Jack was standing now, in front of him, Jason facing the large mirror over the dresser. He watched himself in the mirror, as if he were a stranger brushing his lips against those of another man and then his mouth opening at the urging of the man’s tongue, and then he was kissing Jack back. It surprised him that he felt a tingling in his loins and even a quivering in his ass. He even moaned. He forced himself to part, feeling a little breathless, and much surprised.

“Thanks for that,” Jack said.

“Yes, but I still don’t need the extra money,” Jason said.

“You earned every cent,” Jack told him.

Jason went to the door. He turned the knob and opened it before he realized that he was on foot. He heard Jack chuckle behind him.

“That’s a long walk. I’ll get dressed,” Jack said.

Jack drove him back to Racers. It was closed but Jason got out there. He told him he lived close by and he needed the fresh air. Back at his room, he let himself in, quietly, but Brian woke up.

“Where the hell have you been? Racers closed over two hours ago.”

“Fuck, where do I start?” Jason said.

“You can start by telling me how much money you made,” Brian said.

“I think three hundred and eighty five dollars.”

“Holy Shit! Where do I apply? I told you, you’re a walking gold mine. Do they need another dancer?” Brian said excitedly.

“Well, it wasn’t all from dancing.”

“Oh, really.”

“I went to this guy’s motel room and had sex with him.”

“No fuckin’ shit!”

“No fuckin’ shit,” Jason said.

“What’d you do?”

“Well, he sucked my cock for a while then I fucked him. He paid me two hundred bucks for less than two hours of sex, plus a twenty five dollar tip. He asked if we could kiss for the tip money.”

“And?”

“I let him kiss me. Well, I….I guess I kissed him back, a little, but hey, it was twenty five bucks.”

Brian just lay there gaping at him. Finally, he said, “Man, it’s gonna take me a while to get my head wrapped around this.”

“Man, so much shit happened tonight…I can’t get my head around it and I was there. I mean, I….I actually kissed a guy. I mean, it was almost a deep throat kiss, like swapping tongues. It was almost….hot. And getting my cock sucked….okay, but I fucked him. And I……” He stopped as if he’d caught himself.

“You what?” Brian asked.

“I had him in this position where he was bent in half with his butt turned up and I was standing over him, astraddle his butt, fucking him straight down into his ass, to make him come in his own mouth. Well, he started shooting cum all over his face and he had to shut his eyes. I grabbed hold of his cock and aimed it for him so he would get it in his mouth. It was the first time I ever touched another guy that way. It felt weird. I couldn’t believe I was doing it, I mean, it was like I was jacking him off.”

“Hey, it sounds like you’re getting all fucked up in the head over it. It was a job. You did it for the money, for college.”

“Yeah, I kept telling myself that. He even asked for the condom when we were finished. Said he was going to freeze my load of cum.”

“Okay, it sounds like you fit in just fine, I’m coming to watch you next time,” Brad.

“I’d be okay with that, if you think you’ll be comfortable in the surroundings,” Jason said.

Next time came sooner than expected. It was the next night, in fact. They called Jason in to fill in for somebody who couldn’t make it. He was eager to go, even though he’d planned to study. Brad started to get ready and go with him.

“I don’t know if you can even get in. The only reason I can is because I’m one of the dancers.”

“Then why don’t I come along with you and you can introduce me as your roommate who might be interested in a job?”

“That might work.”

The bartender seemed happy to meet Brad. “I can’t give you an audition right now but you look like you’d fill the bill. Can you come back for an audition?”

“Sure.”

“Okay, I should ask you to leave but I’m going to let you stay since you’re a friend of Jason’s,” he said as he set a can of Pepsi and a glass on the bar. “Just don’t go out of your way to get yourself noticed, and don’t order anything stronger than this.”

“All right, thanks.

Brad took his drink and moved to the back of the bar where the lighting was dimmer. It was full back there but someone motioned him to an empty stool.

“Thanks.”

“I was saving it for someone but it doesn’t look like he’s going to show,” the man said. It was hard to tell in the dim light but he looked to be in his forties, he was pretty good looking and built.

“If he does show, I’ll move,” Brad said.

“No need to,” the man said as he put out his hand. “My name’s Keith.”

“Brad,” he said, taking the guy’s hand. It was big, the thick, strong fingers wrapped around his own hand in a firm grip.

“Have you been here before?”

“No,” he replied. It was no lie. He’d been dying to come and find out what Racers was all about but he couldn’t let Jason see him going into the place.

“You’re in for a treat. There’s a new guy, Ryder. Godd, he is hot! Wait till you see him.” Then he noticed Brad pouring the rest of his Pepsi into the glass. “I see you’re on the wagon tonight,” he said.

“Actually, I’m not old enough to be in here,” Brad said. “I told them I wanted to apply for a job as a dancer and the bartender let me stay, but I can’t order anything stronger than this.”

“Butch is good about that. I don’t think half of the dancers are old enough to be here. Do you think you’ll take the job?”

“He said I could come back for an audition.”

“I was wondering about your age, but then at my age everybody looks young.”

“What are you, all of eighty?” Brad asked.

Keith laughed. “Not quite, but old enough to be your father.”

“People say age is relevant. I say it’s irrelevant.”

“Age is irrelevant only to those under twenty,” Keith said.

Just then the music started and the announcer came on the speaker introducing Arthur.

Arthur was good but Brad was anxious to see Jason come to the stage. He didn’t know how far down the line he was.

“This kid’s got some good moves and he’s cute enough, but wait till you see Ryder,” Keith said.

Brad had to wonder if Ryder could possibly be any better than Jason. Meanwhile, young Arthur was enough to get his pulse beating harder. He lifted his glass to take another sip of Pepsi when Keith took his wrist.

“Here, give me your glass,” he said as he lowered the glass to his lap. “The bartender said you couldn’t order anything stronger; you didn’t order this,” he said as he dumped his own drink into Jason’s glass.

“Wow, thanks.”

“I’ll start ordering doubles and keep you refilled,” he said.

Brad perked up at the sound of Ryder’s name being announced. He was surprised when he saw Jason come leaping up on the stage. He held his breath as he began gyrating his lean hips and moving about the stage. He had to let it out and take in another breath. His pulse raced and he felt the heat in his loins. His eyes were glued to his every move. Godd, he was sexy! He hadn’t intended it but a soft “Wow!” escaped his lips.

“Told you he was hot,” Keith said, as he casually laid his hand on Brad’s leg. Then he laughed. “Dude, I can hear your heart beating from here,” he kidded him.

Brad flexed his thigh muscle but didn’t pull away. He was a little surprised but he should’ve expected it; it was a male strip club.

“The proper thing to do is get a hardon, it shows your appreciation for the stripper,” Keith said as he slid his hand into Brad’s crotch. “Damn, dude, that is some impressive appreciation!”

Brad was okay with Keith feeling him up. Racers, he realized, could suddenly open up a whole new world for him. He wouldn’t have to come often and risk Jason finding out; he could slip in for a couple of hours when he was at the gym or the library, or on a date, just long enough to make some contacts. He watched several men go up and stuff money in Brad’s jockstrap and run their hands over his muscles. He was surprised how at ease Jason was with that, even encouraging.

Just then “Ryder’s” set ended and he jumped down off the stage to work the crowd. He went to those at the tables first, then to those seated at the bar. Brad watched him interact with the patrons before he came to the back of the place where the lighting was so dim. Brad waited with baited breath for him to come to where he was sitting and took the moment to gently ease Keith’s hand away. He didn’t want to have to explain that to Jason.

As Jason moved over to him, visibly surprised to see it was Brad.

“I wondered where you disappeared to,” Jason said. He placed his hands on his shoulders but nothing else; none of the attention he’d given the others.

“You were pretty hot up there,” Brad said as he reached down and tucked a five dollar bill in the waistband of his jock, and he let his hand linger against his bare lower stomach.

“No, man, you’re not doing that,” Jason said, laughing, as he drew back. He took the money out of his jock and gave it back then moved on to Keith. He leaned down and murmured something in his ear while Keith stuffed some money in his jock then quickly moved on before Keith barely got a feel. Keith turned and looked at Brad with a what-the-fuck look.

“Sorry, I think he’s a little self-conscious about me being here,” Brad said.

“He wasn’t self-conscious about taking my money,” Keith said, sounding a little perturbed. “Why’d he give your money back?”

“He’s my roommate.”

“Oh. Oh, fuck! You live with this guy. When can I come over?” he asked excitedly.

Brad shook his head, laughing. “He’s not gay. He’s only here for the money.”

Jason went up to Tucker who had a fresh Pepsi for him. “I saw you push a guy’s money away. Did he say something to piss you off?”

“No, that was my roommate; he was just fucking with me.”

“No kidding you guys fuck around?’

“No! He’s straight!” Jason said, laughing.

Just then a young guy came up to them and pulled Jason away. “I am dying to get together with you, but I have a roommate.”

“So have I,” Jason said.

“I’ll do you both.”

“I don’t know if he would go for it.’

“How about you?

“I might consider it. But we would have to arrange something,” Jason said.

“Can’t you talk to your roommate and see if he would go for it? You can promise him he won’t be disappointed.”

Jason was seriously considering it. The guy was cute and young looking; didn’t look like he was old enough to be in the place. And he did have a nice pair of full lips that would fit perfectly around his cock.

“Can I call you?”

“Yes!” He eagerly took a card out of his pocket and handed it to Jason. “Please, do call me. If he won’t go for it, maybe I can work something out. Call anytime, day or night.”

Brad left Racers early; he didn’t want to hang around till the wee hours till Jason got off work. He was in bed when Jason came in but not asleep.

“You were hot tonight,” he said quietly.

“Thanks.”

“No after-hours client?”

“I got an offer but I’m tired, and besides he was old, fat and ugly.”

“Hell, that doesn’t tarnish his money,” Brad said.

“There’ll be plenty more propositions,” Jason said.

“Tell me, if it was some hot guy, would you do it again, for free?” Brad asked.

“Jason looked down him, a bewildered look, with a frown. “What do you mean? Why would I…..Why’re you asking such a dumb question?”

“Just wondering if you liked it enough to do it for free,” Brad said.

“I don’t know. It’d depend on the guy, I guess.”

“Why did you push my money away?”

“I don’t want you stuffing money in my jock. You’re straight, you didn’t have to play the game. Listen, there’s a guy–a college guy–who wants to do us both. He wanted to get together with me but he’s got a roommate. I told him so do I, and he said he would do us both. Are you interested?”

“Fuck, yeah. Did you get his name?”

“He gave me a card with his first name and phone number.”

“Hell, call him,” Brad said. “Do you think he would come at this hour?”

“He said to call anytime, day or night.”

Jason made the call then took a shower. Cory showed up in less than twenty minutes. Jason wrapped a towel around his waist to let him in. He seemed a little nervous and he was obviously excited. Jason offered him a beer.

“Sure, why not, I like to get a good buzz on,” Cory said.

Jason whipped the towel off to finish drying his hair. “This is my roommate, Brad. Brad, this is Cory.”

Cory stepped over to the bed and put out his hand. “Good to meet you, Brad.”

“Glad you could make it at such a ridiculous hour,” Brad said as he rose up to take the guy’s hand. The sheet fell low around his waist.

“The hour doesn’t matter, I’m here,” Cory said.

“Why don’t you sit down,” Brad said, patting the edge of the mattress.

“Thanks.”

Brad noticed the guy was having a hard time not looking at Jason. He laughed softly. “You don’t have to pretend not to look at him, considering why you’re here,” he said as he slowly worked the sheet down with his foot till it was down around his ankles.

Cory laughed nervously and let out a sigh. “I don’t believe I’m here. I don’t usually get this lucky.”

Brad lifted one leg and laid it across Cory’s lap.

“Ohh, Godd,” he breathed as he leaned over to set his beer on the night stand. Then he leaned down and nuzzled his face in Brad’s balls.

“Yeah, let’s not waste time with polite conversation,” Brad said.

Jason lay on the bed beside his roommate and Cory moved into a more accessible position, straddling Brad’s left leg and Jason’s right. Then he leaned up and took Jason’s cock in his mouth. He sucked him for a few minutes then took a turn on Brad’s cock. He went back and forth several times.

“You two guys are so hot,” he murmured. “Listen, I can do you both if you wanta change positions. Lie facing each other, balls to balls.”

They moved into position and Cory knelt at the side. He brought both of their cocks up, held tightly together and went down on both of them.

“Awwwhhhh!” Jason moaned. “Oh, dude, you are an artist.” He looked at Brad. “He’s fuckin’ good.”

“Yeah,” Brad agreed.

“That’s not a very enthusiastic Yeah,” Jason chided him. “Show some appreciation for the man’s talent.”

Brad had to admit Cory was good but he had other things on his mind. He loved watching the guy sucking their cocks but his attention was more on Jason, but discreetly.

He reached down and ruffled Cory’s hair. “How about going back to one at a time. You can’t deep-throat both of us at the same time and I love how you do that.”

Cory was quick to accommodate his request and when Brad moved away he went all the way down on Jason’s big cock.

“Ohh, fuck yeah!” Jason moaned, pressing his head back in the pillow, his eyes closed.

When Brad saw him close his eyes, he lay across the bed where he could watch the action up close. Cory smiled around Jason’s cock when he saw him.

“How the fuck do you do that?” Brad asked. “He’s a horse and you swallow him like it’s nothing.”

“Want me to show you?” Cory asked, waving Jason’s cock in his face.

Brad reared back instinctively but immediately regretted doing so. His golden opportunity was being waved in his face and he recoiled. He stayed, hoping for another chance. He glanced up to see Jason’s eyes were still closed. After a few more minutes, Cory seemed to catch on. While still sucking Jason’s cock, he and Brad made eye contact. That was all it took. He moved off of Jason’s cock and tilted it toward Brad and Brad took it. Cory smiled.

Brad was sure he wasn’t as good a Cory and he cringed inside, waiting for Jason to notice. Godd, he tasted good, and he felt good in his mouth. He hoped he could get his load, but that was yet to be decided. Cory took hold of the shaft and tugged it back to himself. Brad relinquished his hold and Cory went down on it again.

“Ohh, fuckkkkkk!” Jason moaned softly.

After a few more minutes on the towering cock, Cory gave it up to Brad again, with a wink and a smile. As Brad began sucking him again, Cory began kissing his loins, moving up to his lower abs. Brad tightened up inside; this was going to tell the story. He sucked him almost with a reverence as Cory made his way up Jason’s stomach. Brad tightened more with anticipation as Cory moved up to Jason’s broad chest. He flicked the turgid nipple then sucked on it.

“Aww, yeah, suck it, baby, that feels so good,” Jason moaned softly. Suddenly he lifted his head and his eyes snapped open “Hey what! What the fuck!” He looked at Cory then down at Brad, his eyes wide with shock. “Brad! What the fuck’re you doing man!”

“What I’ve wanted to do ever since you walked in that door at the first of the year,” Brad said as he stroked the big spit-slick cock.

“Holy Shit! I had no idea!”

“You can tell me if you want me to stop,” Brad said.

“No,” Jason said quickly. “No, you don’t have to stop.” He laughed nervously. “Man, I thought there was something funny going on, a different feeling on my cock. Then suddenly I come to and realized Cory can’t be sucking my tits and my cock at the same time. Geezuss, Brad, why didn’t you say something? We could’ve been doing this all along.”

“No guts,” Brad said.

Jason looked at Cory, who was half cradled in his arm, his head still on his chest. “You’re being a good sport about it. I guess you don’t mind sharing,” he said, laughing.

“Not at all, there’s plenty of you to go around.”

Brad was licking Jason’s cock, slathering the head with his tongue. He looked up at Cory and said, “I’ll let you have his load. I have a feeling there’ll be plenty more for me.”

When Cory left, Brad came back to the bed after letting him out. Jason was lying there, shaking his head and smiling.

“Man, I had no clue,” he said.

“I’m glad. That means I’m able to hide it,” Brad said as he put his knee in the edge of the mattress.

“Come here,” Jason said as he grabbed his wrist pulled him on the bed, right on top of him. “Am I ever glad you talked me into going over to Racers,” he said as he put an arm around Brad’s shoulders.

“I wasn’t sure you would thank me for that, but it just seemed like such a total waste to have you lay out when you’ve got all the tools to do the job.”

“You like my tools, don’t you?” Jason chided him.

“You don’t know how much.”

“Show me,” Jason said. “Show me again so I know I’m not dreaming.”

The End

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I sat in my chair at my Condo feeling guilty about my parents.  I had just hung up from talking with them, Mom was her usual cheerful self. Never letting anything get her in a bad mood for more than a few minutes.   Her motto is ‘it’ll all work out just fine in the end’, and for her it usually does just that.  My Dad is another matter entirely; he’s a good man and a great father but worrying about things is his favorite pastime.   At almost 65, I suppose he has every right to worry, facing retirement in a few short years, the constant upkeep of the farm and buildings, trying to make the best investment choices, having enough saved so that they won’t have to alter their lifestyle drastically

Dad’s latest worry about is repairing the little niggling things around the house that he could do with no trouble a few years ago.   However, now the thought of him on a ladder makes my skin crawl, and my Mom puts up such a fuss he gives in and doesn’t get up on one anymore.   Most times he’s realistic about what he can and cannot do, but then there are times when he thinks he can do everything he’s always done.

We spent at least half an hour with him telling me that one of the upstairs window shutters was in the garage, it fell off in a windstorm back last fall.  The steps from the back porch to the yard have become uneven and wobble when he steps on them, the right hand barn door is off it’s track and won’t open, a tree out by the garden lies split into two pieces by a strike of lightning, one side breaking down the fence as it fell into the vegetable garden.  His list went on for another 10 minutes.

I know that they aren’t flush with cash to hire these things done, but I suspect that the reason for his complaining was his hope that I might come for a visit and we could do some of these repairs together, like we did when I was growing up.  

I picked up the phone and called my boss and asked for two weeks off. I explained that I needed to go help my parents and he gave me the time I requested with no fuss or guilt trips. He’s a great guy that way, always trying his best to accommodate whatever his top guys needed to do. I’m in Commercial Real Estate Sales and Leasing in Charlotte.

I phoned back to my parents and told Mom to dust out my old room, I’m coming to visit for a week. She squealed like a little kid and I heard her shout to Dad in the sitting room.

“Billy’s coming…Billy’s coming!

I told her I’d be there day after tomorrow, Saturday.

“Oh Billy this is wonderful, bring something nice to wear and you can come to church with us Sunday.   We want to show you off to our friends, they always ask about you every Sunday. Oh…I can hardly wait.”

By the time I hung up the phone I felt like a heel, the bad son who seldom makes time to go visit with his aging parents.  Too busy for the people who love me most in this world.  This time I’ll do what I planned, I’ll stay the full week, no fake emergency calls to let me leave early this time.   After all, the only thing they ever want from me is my time, just come and be with them for a while.  That’s all they want, to see me, be with me.

I called the airline for a reservation to Myrtle Beach; rent a car, buy Dad some power tools there, and drive up to Southport, NC, my home town. The driving distance from Wilmington was only 29 miles but with the plane schedules, I could get there 3 hours sooner by driving up from Myrtle Beach.   Each time I go back home, I’m amazed at the growth all around Mom and Dad’s little farm out on Jabbertown Road.

Memories flooded back of growing up, how good life was on the farm up until I was seventeen and left for college.    I liked boys, I knew I was gay as a pre teen, at least I knew I was queer, I didn’t know what ‘gay’ really meant sex wise back then.  I was still a virgin, but that would change the summer I was sixteen.  There was a boy, my best friend Jonny Baker, that lived about a mile down the road, we were good buddies and that summer we started jacking off together in the barn haylofts, either at his place or mine.

I remember us using a watch to time the seconds we held the others cock in our hands, when that got too familiar, we timed holding each others cocks in our mouths. Not actual cock sucking, just putting the others cock in our mouth for 15 seconds, then 30 seconds, a whole minute.  Finally one day, I threw the timing watch down and started bobbing up and down on Jonny’s cock.  When he yelled that he was cumming, I pulled off his cock, but his jizz hit my face and I licked it off, I was hooked from that moment on.

In only a matter of days after I actually sucked his cock, Jonny and I were doing a 69 together, without a timing watch.  We were both swallowing cum as fast as we could.   That was the extent of my sexual experience when I got to college.   I was truly shocked at how open the gay guys at college were.   I kept a low profile, knowing what I did at school would follow me the rest of my life.   I didn’t stop having sex, but I was very particular with whom I chose as a partner.  The summer after my freshman year I taught Jonny the joys of anal sex.  I’m a born bottom and Jonny loved to fuck my butt, almost as much as I loved him fucking it. Jeez! I haven’t thought about Jonny Baker in years, I hope he’s happy wherever he is.

I shook myself to get that adolescent reverie out of my head, and went to my bedroom to sort through my casual clothes for something suitable for farm work. I have jeans galore but none suitable to work in. I made a list to buy tees and jeans with a ‘skosh more room.’  I remembered that I have a pair of old army style boots (they were the rage at the gay clubs for a few weeks,)  I rummaged around until I found them, and thought to myself when I looked at them that I’ve probably danced ten miles in those boots but never done  a minutes worth of work in them.  I laid out a Navy Blazer and tan pants. a light blue shirt and a colorful tie to wear to church for Mom. Later that evening I went shopping for the things on my list.

A terrific storm blew into Myrtle Beach and we were re-routed to Wilmington to land and wait out the storm at MB. I got off at Wilmington and drove the 30 miles to Mom and Dad’s, the bad weather had actually worked in my favor for a change.  Once I turned onto Jabbertown road I was stunned, the country road I remembered with only three or four family farms is now paved and widened into  three lanes.  The road is lined with $500,000 homes and subdivisions, with Mom and Dad squeezed in between them on their forty five acres. They were both sitting on the front porch when I drove up.  Mom came running up to me with open arms and Dad, standing at the end of the steps, waiting for Mom to get through hugging me.  A wide grin spread across Dad’s face, that was a big display of happiness from him.  Dad and I were not back on the porch yet when Mom came out with a tall glass of sweet tea for me.

We sat there and talked for over an hour, me telling them all about my sales and that I was the leading sales person for the company for last year, and I’m ahead for the same period for this year.  Mom told me all about the new neighbors, well what little she knew anyway. These new folks weren’t the friendly type that had always lived here.

She told me that the Baker’s place, was under contract now, it is only twenty five acres and our place is forty five.  Anyway the Baker place sold at $20,500 per acre or $512,500.  That was Jonny Baker’s home!   I asked Mom about the Baker’s and she told me that both Mr. & Mrs. Baker had died in a car crash five or six years ago.

“Poor Jonny, he brought that woman, that hussy he married back here to live after his folks passed, but three months after their precious baby boy was born, that wife of his up and left him and the baby.  He’s working and raising that boy all alone.   Let’s see, mmm that baby should be getting close to five years old now.  I guess he’ll move off from here now that he’s got all that money.  You and him was close as kids Billy.   You ought to go over there and say hello before he’s up and gone from here.”

After our supper of Fried Chicken, mashed potatoes, fresh green beans cooked with ham hocks and Mom’s wonderful Cathead biscuits, I drove over to Jonny’s place.

When he came to the door I could tell he didn’t have a clue who I am. Just as I opened my mouth, his boy ran to him and wrapped his arms around his Daddy’s leg and stared at me with eyes black as coal.

“Hey Jonny! It’s…”me…Billy, Billy Cannon from down the road, How have you been guy!”

“BILLY! Billy Cannon? Omigod BILLY!

For a second or two I thought he was going to run out to me but he stopped himself and said…

“Come in, come in.  Man oh man, you sure are a welcome sight for these eyes Billy, I can see that city livin’ agrees with you.  Oh, Billy, this is my son Joey, his name is Joseph, named for my Pop, but I call him Joey.”

He bent down on one knee and told his son that he and I were friends back when we were little guys like him.

“Joey this is Mr. Cannon, can you say hello to him? Remember? Like you do when we’re at church?”

Joey let go of his Dad’s leg and stuck out his hand.

“Pleased to meet ya sir.” He said.

I bent to shake his hand and told him I was pleased to meet him too.

With that over, Joey took off through the house and we heard the kitchen screen door bang shut.   Joey had gone outside.

“What a cute and smart little guy he is Jonny. You’re a lucky man.”

“Well the luck was hit or miss there for a while.   His Mom left us when he was only three months old.   It’s been a struggle, but I’ve sold the farm and we’ll be okay now.  Joey’s college will be taken care of and he’ll never have to work a farm unless he wants too.”

“My Mom told me about your selling your place. I wanted to come over and see you before you move away.   I was thinking about you when I made the plans to come spend a week with Mom and Dad.”

I took my card from my card case and put my home and cell numbers on it and gave Jonny the card.

“I mean it Jonny, you keep in touch.   We go back a long, way together, if there is ever anything you want or need, you call me.   Heck, don’t wait until you need something to call me, just call when you want to.  If you settle on the Charlotte area as your home, I can get you a great deal on a home and no realtor fees.  Not to mention how great it would be to be able to see each other whenever we wanted.

I hope you know I care a great deal about you and now little Joey too. You’ve always been one of my favorite people Jonny, there’s no pretense about you.   You’re a genuine good guy, and I’ve been around enough assholes in my business to know that the truly good guys are rare, when you find one, make him your friend.”

Jonny never looked up to my eyes, the entire time I was making my little speech, he just stared at the floor.   I started to the kitchen.

“You have any beer here Jonny?”

“No beer Billy, but there’s blended whiskey under the sink.”

Pulling out the bottle I saw it hadn’t been opened.

“Alright, now we’re talking, 18 year old Canadian Club, smooth stuff.”

Back in the living room I placed the glass in front of him, he was still staring at the floor.

I heard him speak but I couldn’t hear him well, he spoke so quietly.

Suddenly he raised his head and looked me in the eye.

“Do you ever think about us…that summer we were 17…up in the hayloft…do you ever think about what we did Billy?”

“The first few years after college I didn’t, but Jon, I live as a gay man now. I’m out and proud.  I’m not a rainbow flag waving type of gay, but I never deny it when asked.  You are my first love, of course I think about you and what we did, especially what we started doing once we quit timing each other.”

He laughed out loud…

“I’d forgotten that…we did time each other…that seems so silly now. So Mr. Gay man Billy, what’s life like in the big city.   I’d imagine looking like you do now, you have a date any night you want.”

“It’s not a very glamorous lifestyle, I live alone, I work crazy hours, sometimes 70 or more hours a week.  I go months at a time without sex. I could travel, go anywhere I want its just that I don’t want to go alone. I want to find that one man Jonny, a Mr. Right For Me.   All I can tell you about him is that for the time being, he’s a slippery devil, I can’t seem to ever catch sight of him.  Tell me Jon, do you think about us up in the hayloft all those years ago?”

Jonny was quiet, staring at the floor again.

“I think about you all the time Billy, you are my first love too.  My only love really, I would have come looking for you ages ago if I hadn’t screwed up everything by getting Joey’s Mom pregnant then marrying her. Joey is the only good thing to happen to me from the time we got out of High School until the sale of the farm.”

I was very surprised, I never imagined that he would ever acknowledge those days in the haylofts. I could see the sadness in him.

Joey came in through the kitchen and ran through the house, jumped off the porch and ran and all the way out to the mailbox at the end of the driveway.  He looked both ways, turned and ran back to the front porch. I saw an immediate change in Jonny, his face absolutely lit up when Joey ran by us.

“Don’t you wish you could capture some on his energy and save it for later.  How do you keep up with him Jonny, does he do everything at a flat out run?”

“Pretty much, after his breakfast he’s like this to lunch time non-stop, then he’s running again till night time, some days it wears me out just watching him.  He refuses to nap in the afternoon unless I nap with him.

I know you’re here to see your folks but there are some things I’d like to get your opinion on and I have one big and important request, if you have a couple of hours before you leave.  It’s really important, I need to map out what I want done to take care of Joey if, God forbid, something happened to me.   I was going to go see your folks to find out how to get in touch with you about this.    Call me up when you can talk Billy, I need your advice.   I know you’re on of those ‘good guys’ you mentioned earlier. You’re my friend, I know that I can trust you Billy.

Looking at my watch I knew I had to get back, Mom would have supper ready in a few minutes.  I told Jonny I needed to call her and stepped out on the front porch.   I asked her if it would be okay to bring Jonny and his boy home with me for supper and she was excited about it.   I think she wanted to be around Joey more than Jonny or me.

“Jonny, my Mom says I’m to bring you and Joey home with me for supper. She said to tell you ‘no arguments, just come on over.  You won’t be a neighbor much longer and it’s high time your feet were under her table again.”

Jonny laughed and shook his head.

“Help me corral that kid of mine so we can clean him up.”

All Jonny had to do was tell Joey we were going for a ride and he was raring to go.   It took a few minutes to buckle in Joey’s car seat then we piled into my rental and off we went to My Mom and Dad’s.

Once inside, Mom grabbed Jonny into a hug, then he knelt and whispered to Joey who stuck out his little hand and told her he was pleased to meet her, he repeated the same performance with my Dad. Both my parents were asking Jon questions left and right about the sale of his property and my Dad shocked me when he said that he has been thinking about selling too.

“Dad, if you’re serious about selling, I would advise you do it fairly soon, I do expect that there will be a drop in prices within the next few months, If you can get 20 or 21 thousand per acre, sell it quick.  Jabbertown Road is the hot spot right now, but trust me, it will change in a few short months.”

Jonny wrote down the name and number of the man he dealt with and gave it to my Dad.  I could see he was doing the mental arithmetic and I saw the shock on his face when he realized how much money the place would bring.

All the time we were talking about the farm, Mom was having a great time with Joey, cutting up his meat and vegetables for him, getting more milk, telling him about the Banana Pudding waiting when he ate all his supper.  Once when I glanced over to Jonny I saw that his face was lit up again.  I realized at that moment that Joey is Jonny’s lifeline.  Every bit of love and emotion that Jonny possesses belongs to Joey.

I also realized that I was a bit jealous of Joey.  I’ve always wanted a man to love me so unconditionally, like Jonny loves his son.

I cleared away the plates and silverware and brought out Mom’s dessert bowls, spoons and fresh napkins.  Then she sat the big bowl of Banana Pudding in the center of the table.  Little Joey’s eyes were big as saucers. Mom served him first, talking to him, trying to keep him from gulping it all down at once.   After Jonny, Dad and I were finished, Dad went over to the old Pie Safe that belonged to my Grandmother and took a bottle of Johnny Walker Black from behind the bottom door, it was the bottle i’d given him for Christmas last year and never opened until now.

Dad poured us three generous glasses, at least three fingers, neat, and we went to sit on the front porch, leaving Joey with my Mom.

Dad lit a cigarette, both Jonny and I declined, I had quit smoking seven years ago and Jon never had taken up the filthy habit.  After a couple of swigs of the Scotch, Dad started talking about selling the farm again.   He told me he wanted me to call that number Jonny had given him and ‘get the ball rolling.’

“Billy, you’re Mamma and me, we’ve been thinking about pickin’ up and going to Florida, or maybe to Gulf Shores over in Alabama, probably less folks there in Gulf Shores these days.  Anyway, we could get us a nice little place there, just a couple of acres or so.   Once we leave here, I ain’t gonna do no more farmin’. A little vegetable patch will be plenty enough farming for me.”

“Dad, I can check out what’s available in both places tonight before I go to bed.   I know some Realtors in both places too.”

“Once I decide where Joey and I are going to live, I might want your help too, Billy.”

“We’ll talk about that later Jonny, do you have any idea where you want to be.”

“Yeah, sort of, but it’ll keep for a while yet.”

A bit after 8:00 pm, I took Jonny and a very sleepy Joey back to their place. I watched as Jonny put Joey to bed.  We walked back out to his front porch and we sat down, side by side on the top step leading out to the yard.

“You know you’ve put me in a hard spot tonight Jonny.  My Mom fell hard for your Joey tonight,  I’m gonna be hearing them talk about not having grand kids for a long time now.”

“But they know don’t they, I mean…they know you’re gay, right?”

“Yes but they were after me to adopt back when I was with Hank. It’s a good thing we didn’t adopt too, Hank and I were only together a year and a half, I wasn’t enough for him, he craved to be with other men. “

“Then he’s a damn fool…Would you be willing to adopt and raise a child Billy.”

“Yes! If I find the right guy and he wants a kid, then yes, I just hope I can be as good of a Dad as you are Jonny.  Watching you today I can tell that you were born to be a Dad, it’s a perfect role for you, and you’re damned good at it too.”

“Billy…if something were to happen to me…if I should die…uh…I need to know that someone I love and trust will take Joey and love him like I do. He’ll have money, I just want to be sure he has the love too, if anything should happen that I couldn’t be there. I know it’s a lot to ask Billy, but there’s no one I love and trust anymore but you.  I lie awake at night worrying about what will happen to him if I die.  I have to work out a plan.  I want you to think it over Billy, will you be my Son’s Godfather.”

I reached out and put my arm around Jonny’s shoulder and pulled him against me. I felt his body shudder when I held him close.

“The answer is yes Jonny.   You and Joey are the only people in the world who I would do this for.   This means that we will have to be closer friends than we have been, Joey will need to get to know and trust me. Maybe I can be like his uncle or something.”

“No, I don’t want you being his fake uncle, you’ll be Billy, my friend since we were 5 years old.  Oh Jeez Billy, you just don’t know how relieved I am that you agreed so quickly.  I knew you’d be the one, it has to be you to make it work right.  Thank you Billy, thank you.”

I put my arm around him again and pulled him close and held him to me, I felt Jonny’s body shaking as he cried, I knew they were tears of relief. Now maybe he can quit worrying and begin to have a little fun in life. There are so many things he can do with Joey now.

“Thank you Billy, I’ll have my attorney add you to my will as Godfather and legal guardian of Joey in the event of my death or becoming incapable of caring for my him.”

Jonny let out a big sigh.

“I knew I could count on you, you’ve always been there for me when I needed help.  I can relax now, knowing that you’ll be there if the worst happens.   I love you Billy Cannon, and I thank you from the bottom of my heart.”

Looking over at him, his face smiling now, I had the urge to kiss him. We’ve never done that, we had sucked and fucked in our teens but we never kissed.  I wanted to, but I knew I shouldn’t, not yet.  Jonny and I are reconnecting on a completely different level now.   My Arm was still around his shoulder, I held him against me and I tilted my head to lean against his, we rested together, our heads touching as we sat on his front porch.    He was not as tense now, I guess he had worried about me accepting the caring of Joey should the worse happen.  Sitting there with Jonny, my arm across his shoulders, our heads tilted against each other, I was overcome by a feeling of sheer contentment, a peace like I’d only dreamed of.  It’s Jonny!…it’s him that makes me feel this way.

Later, in my bed back at my folks place, my imagination ran wild, Jonny and I were together, he was my partner, my lover and my friend.   Joey, Jonny and I were a family, living in Gulf Shores Alabama, we both doted on little Joey and my parents who lived just a mile away were the very happy grandparents of little Joey.   I woke and went to the bathroom to empty my bladder, back in bed I tried to get back into the dream, in there everything was perfect  No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t get back to the dream.   Finally I got out of bed and went to sit on the front porch and watch the sunrise.

Jonny and I would need some time together to get back to being the Jonny and Billy we were so long ago.   I don’t mean the sex part, it’s just that we’re both different people now.  A lot has happened to us since we were sneaking off to the haylofts two and three times a day.  We won’t rush things, first of all, I wouldn’t want him or anyone thinking it was his new found money that got me interested in him.  While it’s been over eight years since our time in the haylofts, Jonny has never been far from my mind, I feel like I’ve always loved him.   I did back when we were little, about Joey’s age now.  I knew I loved Jonny back then.

My biggest fear for him now is that his ex-wife would hear about the money and come back and try to get Joey along with monthly checks from Jon.   I made a mental note to call him early this morning to bring this up with his attorney.  He needs to file for divorce as soon as possible.   His wife left them almost four years ago and hasn’t returned or called to see her son.  He should get sole custody of Joey and a divorce with no trouble.  He just needs to do if before she finds out about his money.

It never dawned on me to call to warn him about getting a divorce to keep the Ex-Wife from trying to get custody of Joey.   I jumped in the SUV and drove over at 7:30 am.  He heard my truck and came to the door as I was stepping onto the front porch.  His brow furrowed and he knew something had agitated me, I was talking as soon as I saw him at the door.

“Jon…you gotta call your attorney and get a abandonment divorce ASAP. When she hears about the sale of the farm she’ll come running back here for Joey and your money!”

I noticed that he was smiling the whole time I ranted on about it.  Finally when I ran out of steam and saw that he didn’t seem to be very concerned, I laughed.

“You’ve already got the divorce haven’t you.” I mumbled.

Putting his arm across my shoulder the said.

“Come on in, the coffee’s ready, Joey’s watching Sesame Street.”

I sat and Jon put the coffee cup in front of me.

“Thank you Billy, I truly appreciate your concern, I got the divorce after she had been gone a year.   I couldn’t take the chance that some wacko judge might decide in her favor at a custody hearing.  She can show up now and she won’t get Joey and she won’t get any money from me.  Two thirds of it are going into a Trust Fund for him anyway. When he starts going to school, I’ll be looking for a job, most likely part-time until he’s a bit older.”

“That’s a relief, I had trouble sleeping last night, weird dreams…I got up at 3:30 am and sat on the front porch and watched the sunrise.  I used my IPad to Google North Carolina Divorce Laws and realized that you needed to get a divorce as soon as you could.”

“You were always looking out for me when we were kids, too bad you weren’t here to save me from getting married to that Witch…then again, I wouldn’t have Joey if I hadn’t married her.  It’s good to know you’re still watching out for me Billy.”

“So you’re not going to have any legal trouble out of Joey’s mother, you’ll be free to do whatever you want when you close on the farm sale.”

“Yes, I’ll be free…doing what I really want may not be in the cards for me, only time will tell about that.”

I started to ask questions about that but the look in his eyes stopped me. There was a look of longing for what he knew would never be, a sadness, realizing that he would never have his heart’s desire. I wondered if I was part of the reason for his sadness, I was at a loss for words right then. He dropped his eyes and focused on the coffee cup in front of him, he looked as though he might cry.

We were saved by Joey running into the kitchen, telling his dad about what he had seen on TV.  In mid sentence he stopped and looked to me.

“Oh…hi, Mr. Billy”

Joey finished the sentence he had started, then he was off running again. At the sound of Joey’s bare feet running on the hardwood floors, I saw Jonny’s smile, lightening his whole mood.   He had turned his entire attention to his son, listening and talking with Joey about what Joey saw on Sesame Street.   Almost as soon as he ran in, he was gone again, Jon was smiling from ear to ear and shaking his head.

“Every time I get to feeling down, or lonesome for adult company, in comes Joey to cheer me up.   I haven’t the words to express what that little kid means to me.   In many ways, he saved my life. He’s my purpose, the most important thing that I will ever do is raising my son to be a man. Everything else in my life comes second to him, and that is a large part of my problem.  No one I could be with as a mate or partner will ever be willing to be second in my affections.   It will be 12 to 15 years before I can ever think about finding someone to love.”

“No Jon…you just need someone that will love Joey like you do. Trust me…it’ll happen for you, just wait and see.”

Jonny is an attractive man, he’s a bit over six feet tall, on the slight side at around 155 pounds, chestnut brown hair, eyes that are nearly emerald green, quite startling when you look at them for the first time, a straight handsome nose, a squared off chin and high cheek bones, thick heavy curls at the neck of his tee shirt and on his forearms. In my eyes, he’s better looking than most of the models we see in magazines and on TV. He’s smart too, with a degree in Computer Science from UNC-Wilmington, he worked with a software firm until recently when that company moved to Texas.

I drained my cup and stood, telling him I had to get back for Breakfast and start on the repairs and cleanup I came here to help Dad do around the farm.

“Billy, if your Mom would watch after Joey, I can come and help out, that way your Dad can supervise while we do the grunt work. I need to do something, this just sitting here gives me too much time to think.   I need to do some sort of physical labor to keeping me from thinking too much. I took out my phone and called home, Mom answered and I asked her if it would be okay to bring Joey and Jonny home with me explaining that Jonny and I would do the work and let Dad boss us about if she would look after Joey.

She was elated and said to bring them on.   Jonny called Joey and we were on our way in five minutes.  While we were getting the new tools ready to use; Joey came up to his Dad and told him he had to ask him something important, Jonny knelt beside him and Joey whispered something to his Dad.  Smiling Jon stood and told Joey that it would be okay this time but he shouldn’t expect this every time he came to visit Mr. and Mrs. Cannon.

I looked at Jon with a questioning expression I suppose because he had just laughed and said that Joey wanted permission to have more of my Mom’s Banana Pudding.

“You’ll have to watch her Jonny, she’ll spoil him rotten.”

“I wish My Mom was here to spoil him.” Jon said softly and with a little catch in his voice.

We took the new chain saw out to the fallen tree near the barn and we soon had a huge stack of wood that now needed splitting to use as firewood.  Once the dead tree was cleared away we re-strung the wire fencing between the fence posts and now Mom’s garden patch was closed off to the cattle and other large critters. We moved on to the barn to work on the door that wouldn’t open and found that it had just come off its track, Jonny and I lifted it back into position in no time.   Next on the list was the wobbly back porch steps, we found a lot of rotting wood there and we just made a completely new set of steps with a handrail on each side.

When we finished it was nearing 10:00 am and Mom had fresh coffee and Banana Pudding ready for us when we came in.  Joey was climbing all over Jon, telling him all about the things he and my Mom had done. She had gone to the attic and pulled out some of my old toys.  Joey was telling us about a train and he grabbed my finger and started leading me to the living room where they had set up my old Lionel Model freight train.   I got down on the floor with Joey while he explained how it all worked for me.  Jonny started to say it had been my train and I motioned for him to let Joey go on telling me about everything.

Mom asked if I would go into town for her grocery shopping, saying she wanted to spend all the time she could with little Joey.   I asked Jonny if he wanted to come along and he agreed, telling Joey where and why we were going, that he should be a good boy and mind Mrs. Cannon.  Dad was napping in his chair as we drove off.   I suddenly realized that for the first time in many years, Jonny and I were alone.  I think Jon realized it too for he said we needed to drop by his place for a minute so he could get his shopping list.

At his place he said Come on in and I followed him.   Once inside and the door shut, Jon backed me up to the door and leaned in and kissed me. Once the initial shock was over I opened my mouth and our tongues wrestled, bringing us both to a fever pitch.  We never broke from the kiss as Jon backed his way from the front room to his bedroom at the back of the house.  Once we were in his room, we broke apart to pull off tee shirts and undo each others pants. We stood there kissing, each of us naked down to our ankles where the pants and shorts were bunched up at our shoes.

Kicking our jeans free we lay on the bed, finally taking time to breathe.

“Oh Billy, you’ve no idea how many times I’ve dreamed of us doing this again, but as men this time.  We’re not kids any more.   I need you Billy, It’s been more than two years since I was with a man and that time it was not a good experience.  Oh God Billy, please hold me, sometimes I think I’ll go crazy if I can’t find someone to hold me, to feel a man’s arms around me.  You feel so good against me.  Hey! Oh Wow! you’ve got a bitchin’ body Billy Cannon, muscles everywhere.”

Jon took my erect cock in his hand he smiled up to me and said…but this is the only muscle I remember though.”

Jonny bent over, swallowed my cock to the root causing both of us to groan loudly.   Remembering how we were long ago, I thought then that us having sex was the most exciting thing I had ever done.   Buy lying here now, sharing our first kisses, naked from head to toes I knew that nothing could match the excitement I feel now with a grown Jonny Baker making love to me after all the years apart.

“You’re not the only one who’s dreamed of us like this Jonny.  Now, before you make me cum, I want you to kiss me some more, then I want you to fuck me Jonny,  I want you inside me again, I want to feel your semen filling my rectum.  Fuck me Jon, fuck me, fuck your Billy!”

Seeing his handsome face loom above me as he placed his beautiful, hard cock at my opening, sent chills across my body.   It was exactly as I had dreamed last night, Jonny inside me, bringing me a special sexual pleasure that I haven’t felt in years.  We’re connected, Jonny and I, there’s an emotional connection as well as mutual our desire for each other.

As I felt his corona nudging against my sphincter, I pulled his face to my lips for another kiss.   Our mutual passion was immediate and almost frantic as we thrust against each other and then suddenly he was inside me.   I pulled at the back of his thighs with my hands and my ankles, wanting all of him inside me. When he ground in a circle against my pelvis I sighed feeling all the old familiar sensations of Jonny filling me, of how I had loved him then, it all flashed before my eyes.  When I opened my eyes and looked at him now, the grown handsome man he’s become, I felt a flutter in my gut.   I’m falling for Jonny all over again.

I felt something wet drop on my chest, when I looked up he had tears streaking his cheeks.

“Jonny! What’s wrong…Jonny?”

“Nothing is wrong Billy, everything is right again.  I’ve missed you so Billy, I’m so happy that you’re here, that we’re connected again, being inside you again is like coming home, it’s where I belong.   I’ve never loved anyone like I love you Billy.”

I know…but Jonny…we can talk after…let’s enjoy this now…but I agree, your fat cock does belong in my butt.  Jeezus you feel so good in me, fuck me Jon…fuck me hard, make us cum together again…kiss me…ohmigod… Jonny!  He settled into his rhythm, long deliciously slow strokes deep into my anal canal then grinding hard against my pelvis.   With a slight change in his knee position he was stroking my prostate with every thrust, making me groan and pump semen onto my abdomen with every stroke of his cock inside me.

Before either of us wanted it, our orgasm was upon us.   My body tensed, my legs straight out behind his pumping butt. I saw his face twist in orgasmic pleasure as I felt him filling me with his hot semen. I saw stars, heard angels singing, bells, whistles and fireworks all going off inside my head.   Jon collapsed atop me and I wrapped my arms about him, kissing his neck, hugging him tightly to me.   After a short nap we cleaned up and started out to the market.   At the front door we stopped and hugged each other, and shared a nice, romantic kiss. Not the fuck me right now kisses of earlier, these were unmistakably ‘I love you kisses.’

The next day, Dad and I did some general cleanup around the place, fence rows, some touch up painting on the house, Mom weeded her front flower beds and moved out to the garden for more weeding. She called us in for lunch at 12:30, she had fried pork chops, like only she can cook, mashed potatoes, green beans, biscuits, cornbread, and sweet tea.   She had made a chocolate meringue pie too.

It was after 2:00 when I got back to work, leaving Dad asleep in his chair on the porch.  Sometime around 3:00 pm Mom brought me a pail of ice water and an old aluminum dipper.  I drank my fill and she sat on an upturned log for a seat while I was splitting logs for firewood.

“I sure have enjoyed you being home son…and that little Joey of Jonny’s is so adorable.   It’s good seeing you and Jonny together again too. You could do a lot worse than Jonny you know.”

“MOM! Your matchmaking again!”

“You know perfectly well that I’m right Billy Cannon.  Your Dad and I would like to see you settled and happy, that’s all we really want, for you to be happy, Son.   I’ve seen the way you boys look at each other, it was the same back when you were kids, When you and Jonny are together you both light up from the inside.  Yes sir, Billy Cannon, you could do a lot worse than Jonny Baker.”

“You ready to start with a 6 year old grandson Mom?”

Laughing so hard that she had to hold her side. Mom managed to say…

“I’d walk over there and bring them back right this minute if I could. You and Jonny need to be together Billy, I can see it…why can’t you?”

“It’s complicated Mama, we’ve changed, we’ve grown up and grown apart. It takes time to bring our two lives back together again.”

“POPPYCOCK” I see how he’s mooning over you…do you love him like he loves you Billy?.

“I think I do Mama, I think I really do.”

“Put your shirt on and go tell him then, we’re having white beans with ham hocks for dinner, bring Jonny and Joey after you’ve told him how you feel. We’re proud of you Son, and we love you.   It’s time you settled down, go get your new family, Billy.  Go on! GO!”

I bent over and kissed her cheek. “I love you Mama.  Wish me luck.”

God love her, she can see right through me.   She’s right, I know that Jonny and I should be together, I sure hope he agrees.

When I drove into Jonny’s yard Joey was playing on the rope swing over a sand pit.

When I got out of the SUV he came running up to me.

“Hi Mr. Billy.”

“Hey there Joey, where’s your Dad.”

“He’s in the house, he’s not feeling too good.  He get’s lonesome he says.  I think he needs a grown up, besides having a little kid like me.   I don’t like to see Dad so sad, will you make him happy for me Mr. Bill? Please.”

“I’ll need you to help me Joey, okay?”

“What I gotta do Mr. Billy”

“We’re gonna double team him, Joey.  You tickle his feet and I’ll tickle his ribs.  That ought to get him laughing.   I’m gonna sneak in the back door, real quiet and you come in the front door real quiet…when you see me raise my hands and wiggle my fingers like I’m tickling, that’s our signal to jump him and tickle him till he laughs and gives in to us.”

Joey is already giggling.  I stop and listen to him. A giggling, laughing child just might be the best sound in the whole world.   I held my finger to my lips signaling Joey to be quiet while we got into our positions.   Joey was on his hands and knees heading straight for his Dad.  When he saw me wiggle my fingers he giggled again and Jonny looked up to see him untying his shoes.

“What ya doin’ Joey?”

“We’re gonna make you Happy Dad!”

Before Jon could move I dug my fingers into his ribs and tickled him like mad.  He’s always been very ticklish and he was yelling and laughing in a second.  Joey was having more fun than any of us.   He laughed so hard and so long we finally had to quit.  No one laughs like a kid does.  We all ended up on the sofa, me on my back leaning into the corner, my arms around Jon in front of me and Joey laying on his Dad’s stomach, his head propped up on an elbow.  He looked at his Dad.

“I know I’m not ‘sposed to tickle ya like that Dad…but we just had to do something to make you happy again.”

“Well Joey, you and Billy did a great job.  I had a real good laugh.  Now what if we tickle you!”

Joey squealed and was gone in a flash.   I laughed and Jonny just snuggled more into my arms.

“We need to have us a serious talk Jonny, and soon.” I said tightening my arms around him.

“Stay for dinner, Billy, Joey goes to bed at 8:00, we can talk then.”

We lay there me holding him to me, the way we were a few minutes ago, the three of us laughing, Joey and me tickling his Dad.  I knew that’s what I want, it’s what my heart yearns for.  I just hope we can work it all out. We gotta, Jonny and I belong together, My Mom said so!

I called home and told Mom to go easy on the pork chops, I’d be eating here with Jonny and Joey tonight.   Jonny fixed a great dinner, we had battered and fried cubed steaks, white gravy, steamed broccoli and boiled whole red potatoes and biscuits.   I was amazed to see little Joey clean his plate.  Even the broccoli, he ate every bite.   I bragged about him to his Dad saying that I hadn’t ever seen a kid his age eat broccoli and like it.   Joey finished his milk and asked to be excused, We heard him turning on the taps in the bathroom and Jon smiled and said he was washing up after his meal and getting ready for bed.

We made small talk until we heard Joey call out.

“I’m ready Dad!”

I followed Jonny to Joey’s room and stood in the doorway as Jonny tucked him in.

“Joey looked up to me and said…”

“Dad’s gonna tell us a story Mr. Bill.”

I nodded my head, yes…too moved at the sight of Jonny and Joey to trust my voice.

I sure hope that Jonny will be receptive to what I have to ask him. I think he will, but working it all out may be the hardest part.

Jonny was only on the third page of the story about Thomas, the train engine when Joey was fast asleep.   Jonny gently got off the bed and turned when he was beside me to look back at his Son. We both stood in the doorway and I put my arm around Jon’s waist and pulled him close, I nuzzled then kissed his neck.

“Watching you with Joey only makes me love you more Jonny…come, let’s talk a minute, I’ve something to ask you.”

Jon had been leaning against me as we watched little Joey sleep. He straightened and we went to the living room and sat on the sofa. Jon was looking sad again and looking at the floor.

I put a finger under his chin and raised his head so I could see his eyes.

“Jonny…uh…is there any way…that you and Joey can make room in your life for me.  I want to be with you Jonny, us together as partners and lovers.   I’ve loved you since we were kids Joey’s age.  I want us to be together Jonny…we need each other.”

I saw his shoulders begin to shake and realized that he was sobbing, tears were streaming down his cheeks but when he raised his head to look at me he wore a huge smile and nodded yes at first then when he was able to speak he said yes.

“You’re my dreams come true Billy, you’re the love of my life, and always have been. We’ll work it out, Joey really likes you and I can tell just by watching you with him that you already are under his spell. Yes Billy Cannon, a million times yes, I love you like no other.  We’re gonna be so good together.”

“I have to tell you that me coming over here today was because of my Mom. S he gave me a good talking too, and ended up telling me to come over here and get you and Joey and bring you home with me.  She kept saying…Billy…you could do a lot worse than Jonny Baker, go tell him how your feel.”

“So here I am. When Dad’s place sells they want to be in Florida or maybe Gulf Shores. I’d like us to be near them it possible. They both dote on Joey and at their ages I think I need to be around them more often.   I feel really bad about not visiting with them as much as I should have.  What are your thoughts, about where we live?”

“Near your parents would be perfect.   Joey will have grandparents and I’ll have the love of my life beside me.  I do love you Billy, so very much. We can lock my bedroom door if you want to spend the night.”

I pulled out my phone again and called Mom.

“He said yes Mama…we’ll be there for breakfast…the three of us. I’m staying here tonight.”

As we said goodbye, I heard her yelling for Dad. She’s probably jumping up and down thinking about Joey right now. Joey was excited about going to Mrs. Cannon’s for breakfast, I think that maybe all of us were excited.

I give thanks constantly for my wonderful parents. They have always been adaptable.   Years ago when I told them about being gay, it didn’t phase my Mom one bit.  My Dad wasn’t so sure for a couple of days, then he came to me and we went for a walk around the farm.  He told me that he didn’t know much at all about being homosexual so he went to talk to his Pastor at Trinity UMC.  After talking with his Pastor, Dad came to me and told me about his concern and that he had sought help because he knew so little about homosexual persons.

“After talking with my Pastor I feel much better now Son.  I know it wasn’t your choice to be homosexual and I know it doesn’t matter so much who you love as it matters how you love.  You’ve been raised as best we could, and you’re a fine young man.   I love you Billy and I’m proud of the man you are.   You are and always will be, my Son, who I love better than life itself.”

When I hugged him to me and thanked him, I was crying tears of happiness and joy.  He pushed me back…sniffling too, like me.

“No sense gettin’ all worked up about it.   We’ll plow the row the Lord has picked out for us.   Now, no more wastin’ time with this nonsense. Now go find your Mama and help her out with her garden.”

That was it for my parents. No big deal.  We’ll just plow the row He’s picked out for us.

So simple and so loving. How we all wish our world could be like that.

So, Joey, Jonny and I arrived for breakfast and Mom had gone all out. She had Virginia Country Ham, Red Eye Gravy, Grits, Cat Head biscuits, scrambled eggs and fried Granny Smith apples with coffee.    She even washed Joey’s ham after it was cooked to cut back on the salty taste for him.  Joey did do serious damage to the scrambled eggs, biscuits and red eye gravy though. He ate the apples after everything else like a dessert.

Yesterday  Dad  gave me all  the info I needed to call the Agent that bought Jonny’s farm and he was overjoyed to hear Dad was ready to sell. He said he’d come to look the place over this afternoon.

Dad watched his morning news shows and listened to the Farm Report on the radio while Mom and Joey cleaned the dishes and picked the ripe vegetables from the garden for lunch and supper.  Jonny and I were walking around the farm, talking and we had stopped in front of the barn lost deep in our conversation about Florida or Gulf shores, how Joey would take to me being in the house and on and on with endless questions and ideas.

When we stopped to catch our breath I looked up to the hay loft. When I looked back to Jonny, his smile told it all just before he broke into a run to the barn, I was close on his heels.  I finally caught him and we fell into the smaller mound of wheat straw Dad used for stall bedding back when he had a horse, now it mostly went into the laying hen’s nest and for mulch in Mom’s vegetable garden.

We were locked in a wonderful kiss, both ecstatic at the prospect of being together finally, for good.  Jonny was tugging at my belt, then my jeans. When the jeans were pulled past my hard cock, it sprang out and bobbed up and down a time or two while Jonny tried to capture it with his mouth, no hands. I pulled at him and got us into a ’69 position and we reveled in each other, the joy and memories of doing this so long ago right here in this barn and knowing we’d be together now made it all the sweeter.

We both knew when to stop the ’69 before our orgasms were imminent. Pushing my legs up and onto my chest Jonny did a dive into my butt with his tongue, making me squirm about and push back against him.

Once he had me well lubed, his cock slid home like we had  always done this. We kissed, and cooed to each other, whispering I love you and how good we felt,  how much I love Jonny pounding his fat cock into my butt.  I felt an absolute joy having Jonny inside me.  Just knowing that fate had returned my first love to me filled me with awe at the power of two kindred souls making love.    At times my emotions got the better of me and I’d be laughing and crying at the same moment.  My heart and mind are so filled with love for him and from him I fear I may burst sometimes.

Once again, we didn’t pace ourselves, it was over way too soon, our only consolation being that we could do it again in just a few hours.   We went out the back of the barn a good ways and walked over to a lane used for the tractor to make it look like we had been walking about all the time.

Dad told me that the pond over by the Oak trees out back of the barn had some Bream, Bluegill and Catfish in it, so we dug up some worms around the cattle water trough and took Joey fishing for the first time.  Joey was excited. I baited his hook for him while Jonny went to the other side of the pond to fish and let Joey and I have some time together.  I set the red & white float bobber on his line and he swung his line out and the bobber went underwater fast and stayed down I helped him hold the pole and we swung it up and around to the bank. Joey’s eyes got big when he saw the pretty Bluegill flopping on the bank.

“Why is it flopping about like that Billy?”

“Fish live in the water, he can’t swim out here.”

“Put it back!   Put it back so he can swim…hurry, Billy, put it back before his Dad comes looking for him.”

We let the Bluegill go and Joey said he didn’t like fishin’ much if the fish had to die cause they couldn’t swim in the air.  A grown man sometimes has a hard time dealing with the logic of a five year old.   We wouldn’t go fishing again in Daddy Cannon’s pond.

Having heard Joey’s worries about the Bluegill,  Jonny quietly let the three he had caught go back into the pond. Then he came over to where we were and we started back toward the house.  When we passed Mom’s garden I saw that there were peaches and apples on the trees. We showed the trees to Joey and he said he’d already eaten a peach and an apple from Mama Cannon’s trees.   Privately, I’m hoping for a Peach Cobbler tonight.

For lunch there was leftover ham, fried apples and a few biscuits. Mom has sliced up some tomatoes, made a cabbage slaw with water, vinegar and sugar dressing, fried pork chops, creamed corn and cornbread with sweet tea. Even Mom was amazed at the way Joey eats anything put in front of him.

After lunch Jonny and I went into town to find a place with free WiFi so I could do some research on both Florida and Gulf Shores properties. Jonny had offered his place where he has internet access but we both knew we wouldn’t get anything done but making love again. We decided we’d stop there on the way back to Mom and Dad’s.   I was wondering about Jonny so I asked the question.

“Jon…when was the last time you bottomed? I been thinking I might need to top you soon.”

“You are the only guy that’s ever been inside me Billy, we were 18 that summer it was just after your first year of college.  We both tried it, and we both decided that we liked my cock up your butt best.  We’ll try it, you know I’ll try to do anything you want, always. W e’ll just have to get me loosened up good.   I remember how good your cock felt in me, there was a time not so long ago that those memories of us as kids, and the hope that we’d find each other again is all that kept me sane.  I’ve mourned for you since you went away after college.    Now you’re back and we’re together, the three of us will be a family.  You and Joey are all I’ll ever need.”

“The same goes for me Jonny, I’ve loved you all my life and I’ll go to my grave loving you.  What was that you said you needed to stop by your place for?”

He looked over with a questioning look. I sort of gave him a leering look and wiggled my eyebrows and gradually a huge grin spread across his handsome face.

‘Oh yeah….I might have left the TV on, we need to go check that out, okay.”

“YES SIR!”

In less than a mile, I turned onto the drive to Jonny’s place.  He never knew when I turned because he had his head in my lap nursing on my leaking cock. When I stopped the SUV we were tearing off our clothes as we ran into the house. His shirt slipped over his shoulders and fell to the floor as we embraced, bare chest to bare chest.  Tongues battling to get deeper into the throat of the other.

Jonny tore at the buttons of my 501’s and once the top one was undone, one small tug and the fly opened like magic.   Jonny went to his knees pulling my jeans down as he lowered himself. He lay his cheek against my lower belly and pulled me tightly to him with his arms around my butt.  I heard him breathe in deeply.

“Dear God I love your scent, Billy, I’d know you if I was blindfolded in a room full of naked men, just by sniffing at your crotch.  It’s my favorite aroma in the whole world.  It’s screams…Billy.”

He pulled my rigid cock to his lips, looked to my eyes and…

“Let me worship you Billy.” He took my cock into his throat to my balls.

I had a hard time keeping my hands off him and we wound up in a 69 on the bed.   All the time I was sucking his cock I was playing with his ass too, I had lubed my fingers and I was probing his tight little but to the point that he couldn’t keep his attention on sucking my cock. When I tweaked his prostate, a few times he was begging me to stick my cock in him.   I managed to get my hands on each cheek and my mouth was in position to eat his cute little butt which I did with gusto.   Jonny was all over the bed, I had to chase him with my tongue to stick it up his sweet little hole.

Finally I gave in and turned him to his back and raised his legs.   My cock bobbed and throbbed at his rosebud, leaking pre cum there giving me more lubrication.  When he pulled on my thighs, I slowly slid into his heat.  So fantastic, the nerves just under my piss slit were going crazy with wild sensations in his steaming hot, velvet like tunnel.   Taking care not to injure him I moved slowly enjoying each little bit as I moved inside him.   When I was about halfway inside him, he pulled me deep in one swift move with his ankles locked behind my ass.

“Sweet Jeezus Billy, fuck me baby, I love you so much…I thought we were lost, that there would never be Jonny and Billy again…ung!  Yes fuck me Billy, love me baby, fuckme, love me, fuck me, love me…you’re home, your mine…my sweet Billy.”

“It’s good babe, we’re together to stay, nothing anywhere is as important for me as you and Joey.  Jeez baby, you sure do feel good, you haven’t forgotten a thing.  Ride my cock Jonny, we’re gonna bust a big nut here, OHHH! Jonny, Yea, oh fuck yeah…Jonny fuck my cock with your sweet ass. OHMIGOD!   JONNY!”

I saw his eyes roll back, he’s gone…nothing exists for him now but my cock in his ass.  His job is to see how good he can make us feel when we reach our orgasm.   He’s on automatic, his hips thrust up to meet my cock at the deepest penetration, each time he thrusts a tiny bit harder, hoping to get a little deeper down to that itch we’re scratching like crazy.  I’ve had some epic nuts over the years but nothing ever came close to this. We’ve both lost control, we’re just slaves to the fuck right now, we couldn’t stop if we wanted to and we sure as hell DON’T WANT TO STOP! This is ecstasy!

We’re both drenched in sweat and the funk of men fucking.   I felt the tingle in my testicles, it’s starting, we’re nearly there…

“C’mon Jonny, we’re gonna cum, it’s been a long while since you shot your load with a hard cock pumping in your sweet little butt.   C’mon, fuck the cum out of me Jonny!

C’Mon…now…it’s time Jonny…it’s time…aaarrrggghhh!  JONNEEE! Sweet Jonny, oh babe…sweet baby…God how I love you, my Jonny, mine….”

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We found some great looking properties and I took down all the pertinent information and we decided that we should bring my folks over to Billy’s place to look at the properties online.   We tentatively settled on a track of 25 acres in Elberta, Alabama, 16 miles north of Gulf Shores, Alabama, for $125,000. We could by the whole 25 acres together and put our houses a decent walk away from each other so that we would all have some privacy, but close enough for Joey to bike over and back easily.   We were far enough away from the coast that we had actual soil, sandy but it would grow food.

Things started happening fast after the Real Estate agent visited Mom and Dad’s farm.  I was Dad’s adviser, but he would negotiate his own deal.  I had made up my mind that he should take no less that $980,000 which came too $21, 777 per acre. Dad loved to haggle price over just about everything he bought or sold.  He sold his 45 acres on Jabbertown Road for $1,000,000 dollars!  Guess I know now where I get my real estate prowess from.   Jeeze, a million bucks!

We made plans for Dad, Jonny and myself to fly down and see the property, and Mom stayed home with Joey.   We all agreed that it was a good deal and finalized the purchase when the sale of the farm was closed.   We all lived in two adjacent apartments while both houses were being built and Mom and Dad hated every minute of apartment living. But they were in love with the new house when it was finished.

Mom and Dad built a modest two story, four bedroom home with a 10 foot wide, roofed porch on all four sides of the house.  They positioned the house to save three big hardwood trees and shade the house. Their place looked like a farm house that had been there for ages, The porch provided shade anytime of day and they had great, comfortable rocking chairs on all sides of the house.  Dad had a Dowser come and found a place for a well and located the garden nearby and put soaker hoses in each furrow. Mom planned her garden and had a vegetable sink and table on the porch near the kitchen door. She looked out her kitchen window to the garden.

Jonny and I built a more elaborate place than the folks, we had a huge, fancy tricked out kitchen, four bedrooms, each with its own bath, a Jacuzzi style tubs in the Master bedroom and a second bedroom, a den, dining room, great room, a small receiving parlor, the same wide porch surround our house like the folks place, a four car garage with storage shed and a 20′ x 40′ in-ground swimming pool with a cabana and lots of umbrellas and chaise lounge chairs.

After we had settled in, I bought a couple of houses and flipped them after a bit of renovating, for enough profit to do it again.   Jonny started his own online website selling new and refurbished computers and Laptops.  Joey rode the bus to and from school (he’s in the first grade.) The fourth house I bought to renovate and sell was a real stretch financially, it was an Gulf Front property with a terrific view and I made a ton of money on the resale.

After my first Waterfront project I began to seek them out when I realized the huge profits that were there to be made when I could find a bank foreclosure property for sale.  By the time I had bought the third Gulf Front property I decided that this one would be ours to keep.  Mom and Dad were getting on in years so I talked them into living with us. When I did the redo, we added an In-Law suite so that they could have their privacy and still be with us and Joey could be with them as much as they wanted.

Joey was growing up. By the time we moved into the house on the beach, he was nearly eight years old and getting tall and thin like his Dad.   He loved the beach, spending hours and hours there every day.  He met tons of kids from all over the country there on the beach behind our place.

On all the beach properties I had renovated I added a sleeping porch just beyond the master bedrooms, It was where Jonny and I preferred to sleep and to make love.   This house was raised on pilings so that the bedrooms were almost to the roof level of the houses nearby, giving us the privacy to sleep nude and to make love there.  Anyone would have to be in a boat at least a quarter of a mile out, with binoculars to see any activity on our top floor balcony.  There are four bedrooms and two sofas that converted into beds when needed.

We were well into our second year when I hit the jackpot, home wise.  I buy most of my renovation places at auction and I was blown away by the house I went to bid on down on West Beach Blvd.   I was amazed that there were only four of us there to bid on the place when the auction started.  I tend to keep my hands in my pockets and come in at the last when I buy.  Two of the bidders were going at it in thousand dollar increments, their bidding started to stall as they got near the $200,000 mark.

I came in with a bud of $210,000 just as the auctioneer was ready to say sold. We waited but no one else raised my bid and I got the house.  It is big, 3,200 square feet with a pool and three car garage.  This place can easily be a $750,000 property, if the Reno on this new place is carefully planned.  From the first time I saw the place, I knew that this would be our forever home.  When it was finished the five of us were overwhelmed by the place.  None of us ever dreamed of having such a beautiful place to call home.

These days were the best for Jonny and I.  We’ve always had a hunger for each other and now that we’re together, the hunger is still there along with a deep and abiding love and respect for each other.  No matter how much I love them both, I’m forever a bit jealous of Joey and Jonny’s bond. Joey has accepted me mainly because he sees how happy his Dad is now. When he has becomes frightened in bad storms or just apprehensive with a stranger or new situation.  He runs to whomever is nearest. I can’t imagine that I could love my own child anymore than I do little Joey.

Two months after the fifth anniversary of moving into our ‘forever’ house, my Dad passed away in his sleep on a Thursday night.  When Mom didn’t come out for breakfast I went to check on them and found her on the bed holding him.  When I coaxed her up she turned back to him, kiss his forehead and said…

“I’ll see you soon Honey.”

She never cried, she said she was forever thankful that he wasn’t ill or suffering in his last years.

“Be happy for him Billy, he’s at peace and waiting for me to come to him.”

Six months to the day, she did exactly that.   She too, went to sleep and never woke up.

The trip I had made back to Southport to help out my Dad because I felt guilty about not seeing much of them turned out to be the decision that changed my life for the better.

It’s getting close to being six years now since that fateful day I went to see Jonny and met his boy, Joey.   It won’t be much longer before Joey figures out that his Dad and Billy are not exactly a typical family.   Joey is a great kid and has lots of friends at school, several of which have two Mom’s.  We’ll face that hurdle when the time comes and deal with it as the family we are.

I am forever grateful for having my parents with us for the last years of their lives, we became friends as well as family and little Joey brought so much joy into their lives.  They left him a sizable inheritance in their will to be available when he finishes his college degree or when he reaches age 25.

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Time passes so quickly when there’s a youngster in the house.  Joey will be 14 next week.  We’ve only 4 more years with him before he’s off to college and then he’ll only be a visitor for a few short days at a time for the rest of our lives.  He is a wonder though, smart, loving, kind and inquisitive.  Jonny once told me that raising joey to manhood was the most important thing he would ever do.  He’s done a wonderful job, too. Jonny and I are happy and content. We each have a successful business to run and employees to take care off, at the end of the day, we come home to a love for each other that is almost as old as we are.  I’m the luckiest man in the world…I met my soul mate when I was four years old.

It’s another perfect Gulf Coast Saturday morning, Jonny and I are sitting on the patio having our morning coffee. Joey comes out of the kitchen with a glass of juice and slouches in a chair at the table with us.  I’m constantly amazed at how quickly he has grown, he’s tall and lanky like his Dad, but with coal black eyes and a shock of yellow blonde hair and a sun tanned body with almost white hair on his legs below his shorts.

I noticed that he’s darting his eyes back and forth between his Dad and I.

“What’s up Joey? You seem a bit nervous…everything okay?” I asked.

He blushed, and sat up, putting his arms on the table and leaning forward toward us.

“Billy…Dad…uh…jeez…ah…are you guys gay?

The End?

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I woke up around 9:30 Friday morning to the dinging of my iPhone. It was a text from my sister who was just writing to let me know that she was excited to tailgate with me at the Clemson game on Saturday, and that she was excited to see me after some time. She was also excited for me to meet her new boyfriend, Chad. I had seen a few pictures of Chad on her Facebook, and he’s pretty cute, but he’s no where near my muscular build. He appears to have good shoulders and a good chest, but he is nothing compared to my tanned beefy body. I stand about 6′ 4″ and weigh about 190 lbs. of pure muscle. A thin line of hair from my naval to my crotch is the only hair that I let grow on my big, meaty body. I like to shave my ass and keep a clean, hairless appearance both front and back. I left my bed and started for the shower. I loved to feel myself and rub warm soapy water all over my hard body. I stepped out of the shower and put on a robe, and went to my closet to get dressed for the day. I liked to drive to Clemson the night before I was supposed to arrive, because I like to relax before a big college game day. I packed all of my tailgate supplies into my GMC SUV and made the hour long drive to Tiger Town. I checked in to the holiday inn there in town, and got ready to go out for dinner. I of course checked grindr when I got to my room because there’s always some tight little ass begging to be fucked on a college campus. I messaged a guy named Chris to see if he wanted to meet me at the hotel bar, and sure enough he was there before I could even get downstairs. I was hungry for dinner, but Chris had me hungry for something else. He was 21, and stood just 2″ below me, and had a tight athletic build as he was a member of the rowing team. The conversation seemed to flow naturally, and so I paid our tab and asked if he would like to come see the view from my room. He followed me to the elevator with the biggest grin on his face. When we arrived at the room, he walked over to the window and of course checked out my favorite view. I told him that I needed to slip away to the bathroom for a second and he said that was fine with him.

When I came back from the bathroom, Chris was still looking out the I window, but he was only wearing a little white jock strap that didn’t cover his young twink ass. I walked over to him and stood behind him and thruster my crotch into the back of his tight little butt. He began to moan as I threw him down on my king sized bed. I flipped him over and dropped down on him as we began to kiss passionately. As my tongue explored his young mouth, I used my big man hands to feel up his hard little body. I squeezed his muscular thighs and pinched his nipples until he was begging me to go to the next base. He slid down out from under me and readjusted me so he was on top. He gave me light little kisses until he had kissed his was down my torso and had his young lips on the zipper of my slacks.

He pulled the zipper down with his teeth, and began working my briefs with his tongue. I ripped off my shirt and threw it in the corner, and pushed my shoes and pants off as well. He was so eager to suck my thick dick that I whipped it out of my Calvin Klein’s and beat him across the face with my semi-hard boner. He was so ready to take it all the way that in one sudden motion he had gone all the way down to my balls. He knew I couldn’t take much more, so he turned around and offered up his tight ass to me.

I pulled him back onto my dick and he began grinding on me and getting me rock hard, ready to fuck. I threw him down on the bed and got him up on all fours, and began to work his little pink hole with my tongue. By this time he was moaning loud enough that I knew we were going to get some complaints. I pulled Him back so he was sitting on his knees and had his back arched up, and I positioned my cock right on the crack of his bubble butt. He was rearing back on me ready to take it all, when in one fluid motion, I gave it all to him.

“Ahhhhhh fuckkkkkkk” he moaned. “Good Lord fuck me, take my ass!!”

He was so hungry to be fucked that I was close to coming very quickly. He suddenly began firing off a huge load while I was deep in his ass. He didn’t even touch his cock and he was spewing out loads of cum on the white hotel comforter. I pulled out and out him on his back. I threw up his legs and pushed my cock right back into his pussy and then I picked him up and put his back against the wall. His legs were up around my shoulders, and he was loving every thrust of my thick shaft in and out of his young ass. I knew I was getting close, and suddenly I squeezed him into a tight bear hug and unloaded all of my sweet fuck sauce into his ass. We showered each other off, and he fell asleep next to me in that big nice bed.

When I woke up on Saturday, he was gone. I was kind of disappointed because I had woken up I was very horny from the dreams I had about fucking his little ass.

My sisters called and said we were meeting at my tailgate at noon, so I went over at 11 and got everything set up. My sister and Chad came over about 11:45, early, as expected. Chad seemed very quiet and reserved unlike my outgoing and social sister. She saw some friends from her class at Clemson so she walked away for a few minutes leaving Chad and I in some orange chairs with a couple of beers. We began to chat, and Chad told me that he had never been to a real tailgate before. We talked and talked and he came out of his shell a little bit, and we became good friends. My sister came back right as Chad and I were getting up to walk into the game.

We had box seats up over the home in zone, and we had probably the best view in the stadium. It was just the 3 of us in my box as I hadn’t invited any friends this weekend. My sister left again to go find some friends, and she said that she was going to sit with them until after the third quarter. I locked the door as she left.

Chad and I sat next to each other back inside the box, and we were very secluded as no one could see in unless they had some good binoculars. This guy seemed to really be getting comfortable with me and so I thought I might just take a chance. We went to the mini bar in the box to grab some more beers, and he bent down to reach into the small fridge under the counter. He bent down with his little ass high up in the air, which I thought was odd. I inched my way closer to him until I had my package right at the crack of his ass. He felt me breeze by him.

I stood there for a minute while he got out some drinks, and when he realized I was still behind him, he reared his ass right back into my crotch. I grabbed onto his hips and pulled him back and circled his ass around on my now raging boner. He let out two big moas and I knew he was ready to take it. I picked him up and put him on the counter, and began exploring his throat with my warm tongue. He had his hands around my neck, and he wrapped his legs around my thighs and jumped onto me. I turned him around and pushed him up against the wall as I began undressing him. He got down on his knees and went straight for my dick. He sucked me like a champ for a good while, and got me so close to cumming. He stood up and I pushed his jeans down to the ground and bent him over the couch in the box. We didn’t have condoms or lube or anything at all, but he didn’t seem to care. I was too horny to eat him out, so I spit on his hole and got him nice and wet. I spit in my hand and got my Cock head nice and smooth, and I eased my way into his tight hote. He was so much tighter than Chris that’ve had me yelling out his name. I was so ready to blow my load when he slipped down off my dick and laid on his back on the edge of the couch, I unloaded my thick cock all over his cute face, and he licked it all up. We dressed as the third quarter was ending, and it’s safe to say we’ve had many more experiences since he married my sister.

The End.

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First a Quick description of what I looked like as a teenager. I was always slim/slender built. At 5-7 I was about 125-130 pounds with shoulder length dirty dishwater blonde hair. Hazel eyes and a very little body what hair I did grow I used a razor or hair remover to keep the sleek look on my chest, arms, legs and ass.

Just always felt so nice being all smooth and sleek and guy and girls I knew seemed to like the look too.

The main way I discovered that the GUYS liked it was the way my gay older brother’s friends would really look me over and compliment the way I looked each time they saw me. I started to enjoy the extra attention more and more as I began to have jerk off fantasies about a couple of his freinds I thought was really cute.

One was named Jerry a Brunette He was 6-2 and about 170-180 pounds with a nice firm toned body, nice brown eyes, and a NICE looking bulge when ever he was watching my ass like he did everytime He was over to visit. Those dark brown eyes would undress me no matter what i was wearing. The other one was named Shane and he was aboout 5-8 and 150 pounds with sandy blonde hair and green eyes and a nice package between his legs too from the look of the sweet bulge his cock made when I’d have fun flirting some with him at times.

Well anyways I began to wear my cutoffs and shorts alot tighter fitting and little muscle shirts or t-shirts enjoying the way I could get those cocks so good and hard by just showing off a little leg and ass not to mention knowing they could tell my own cock was hard as steel as I would flirt and tease them. I would have to jerk off after my little cock teaser shows always cumming so hard thinking of one of them fucking my mouth or one of those cocks up my virgin ass, even using a small fake cock my brother had stashed to fuck my ass as i would imagine it being one of them fucking me.

Ok then I got my chance not long after school had finished I was asked by Jerry to come over and help him with some yard work and a few other things. By this time I had read a bit of my bros. fuck mags and that nice book “The Joy Of Gay Sex” so I followed through a few steps to prepare myself if he made a move like i suspected he would. I sleeked up my chest thighs ass and used a enema to flush my fuckhole nice and clean. I had been told so often by my brother that Jerry really liked my cock teaser act, YES he knew I dick teased his friends!!

Anyways I slipped myself into the tightest cutoffs I had barely able to button them closed and they were cut off just below my asscheeks, threw on a this white t shirt and drove over across town to Jerry’s place and I mowed the yard and cleaned a flower bed out before he told me to take a break, that entire time I kept catching him lingering close by sipping a beer and watching my ass as I mowed and did the flower bed.

We went inside and he said I was welcome to use his shower that it was too hot to do much more outside. I told him I didnt have a change of clothes and he said he had a few things a ex bf had left behind that he was around my size. So I grabbed a shower and changed into a pair of mesh gym shorts that fit me like a glove and a muscle shirt and slow walked back to the livingroom where Jerry now sat in just a pair of thin satin shorts! I sat back down beside him and we had a few beers as we watched TV. The more the booze hit me the more he began to openly flirt with me even more that usual, his hand started to rub my thigh as he told me he thought I had such nice eyes, a hot looking little ass and legs.

Before I was able to react he had leaned across me and was kissing my lips as he caressed my thigh running his hand up to my now growing hard on, as he found and squeezed my cock we were french kissing tongues and all. He told me he had wanted to kiss me for so long and I looked so hot in those sexy shorts but he wanted to see me out of them so bad. I was feeling so hot and was getting so fucking turned on by the way he was rubbing all over my chest thighs cock and ass, I stood up and slowly pulled down the mesh shorts and stepped out of them and he quickly took his shorts off too exposing a thick hard 6-7 inch cock!! He pulled me to my knees as he stood up and looking down at me he told me to suck his dick, that it was time I learned what being such a fucking dick tease got me.

He rubbed that big hard cock over my lips and i opened my mouth as he started to push it against my lips, I gagged as he thrust his hips pushing his cock into my mouth sliding past my toungue down my throat, he was holding both sides of my head and telling me he loved my fucking little mouth on his dick, that i was a cute little cock sucking bitch. I could hardly breath as he fucked my face for a bit then he released me and pulled me to my feet. He again kissed me hard as he grabbed my ass cheeks and fondled squeezed both cheeks.

He moaned in my ear that it was now time I got a hard dick all the way up my ass that he was going to love fucking me till i took his cum up my ass. He half way pulled me to his bed room and tossed me on the bed, rolling me over on my belly pulling my thighs apart and i felt his tongue rim around my virgin asshole and I was gasping moaning as he slid that tongue up my ass, he was also slipping a couple of fingers up me using some type of lube along with his saliva making my ass wet and slick. I then felt him stop what he was doing that had me feeling so hot and could tell he was positioning himself between my thighs and felt him run his cock between my asscheeks dry humping me as he asked me if i had ever been fucked before, He grew even more excited as i moaned out i had never even kissed a guy before i kissed him.

I did cry out as he grabbed my hips and aimed his dick at my virgin asshole, I lost my breath as his thick cock head forced it’s way past my opening and slowly got worked up my ass. He was moaning loud as he kept thrusting his hips feeding my ass his swollen cock till he was ball deep up my ass, I thought I was dying it hurt so much!! But he stopped thrusting and began to caress my ass back play with my cock balls as he told me he had wanted this for so fucking long,wanted to fuck me up my ass ever since he first laid eyes on me. I could only grunt and whimper as my poor virgin asshole got forced open wide full of hard cock throbbing as he groped my body.

Then he began to fuck me with slow deep thrusts holding my hips and telling me he loved my tight little ass he loved fucking his little dick teasing bitch up his sweet tight ass. I was being rocked back and forth on my hands and knees as he kept fucking me my ass grew more relaxed the pain left replaced by a sensual full feeling his cock hitting my sweet spot making me start to moan and groan as he was using a steady pace his balls hips slapping against my ass as he went ball deep and pulled almost out then back up my ass.

Soon I could hear myself telling him to fuck me up my ass, moaning fuck me over and over, he was soon driving his dick deep up my ass fucking me harder as he grabbed my swaying cock jerking it as he did i exploded on his sheets, shaking as i shot my load and screamed louder as he just held my cock and drilled my ass hard,fast telling me he was going to cum up my sweet tight ass, and soon he was cumming his dick throbbing jerking deep up my ass as he held my hips holding my ass all the way on that cock as he erupted filling me with spurt after spurt of his cum. As he was finishing he released my hips I fell forward could feel his dick slide from my ass and his load oozing from my asshole on my thighs, balls as he rubbed my thighs ass telling me i was such a sweet tight little fuck.

I couldn’t move for what seemed a loooong time, legs like rubber, feeling like my poor ravaged asshole would never be the same. I was finally able to move and took another shower chaning back in to my cutooffs n tshirt. He caught me as I was gathering my things, rubbing my face he told me he just knew I would be a nice little fuck, but i was even better than he had thought and wanted to fuck me again if i wanted, I kissed him saying damn it Jerry you are such a bad boy, I’ll be in touch with ya soon smiling as I opened the door knowing he had just opened my eyes to the fact that i could be a cock sucking little fucktoy for guy to use like a cumdump.