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Joshua stood up straight, his back aching from being hunched over so long, and he wiped his brow trying to keep the sweat out of his eyes. The hot summer sun beat down on him mercilessly and Joshua looked over at the trees near the fence that surrounded the pasture and notice there wasn’t any breeze, the leaves perfectly still. He drove the shovel into the ground and pulled his soaked t-shirt over his head for it was trapping heat and making him feel like he was in an oven.

The cows were standing under the shade of the trees and he cursed under his breath, knowing they probably thought he was insane, out here in the middle of the afternoon using a shovel. He had put off digging up the drainage pipe that was clogged, telling himself he’d get to it when he had time and so for months he put up with the standing water in the pasture that could take a day or so to dissipate. Last week it came one of those hard rains that dumped over two inches of water and the standing water had been bad, really bad and Joshua knew he had to do something about the clog.

The forecast was for more rain in a couple of days so as soon as the ground dried out sufficiently Joshua borrowed a neighbors tractor that had a backhoe attachment and dug as much as he could with it getting down near the pipe lying across the pasture from the low bowl shaped area in the middle of it. Then he went to digging with a shovel so as not to damage the plastic pipe anymore, hunting the exact location of the clogs and damage.

Joshua ran his hand down his chest and over his stomach pushing the sweat off his skin. He looked down at the way his jeans were soaked around the waist, the weight of them being wet making them sag down, his white boxers exposed around his waist. He felt like he was going to pass out and knew his face would be red with the heat. Looking at his watch he saw it was after two and he needed to get something to drink and take a break. He pulled the shovel up and flipped it over his shoulder, walked over to where his t-shirt lay, picking it up, and headed to his truck.

He went by his house and pulled on a clean t-shirt and headed over to the general store at the crossroads. He pulled the old three quarter ton pickup into the dirt drive and parked under the oak tree to the side of the old store. There were four other pickups in the lot and he recognized each one, all belonging to farmers in the community.

The interior was dark and cool and the other farmers were standing around the counter where the owner sat on his stool checking out his customers as they came and went. Joshua nodded toward them as he closed the door.

“Bill…Hank…Mike…Red…” and he turned to the owner, “Sam. How’s your wife doing Mike; she get over that surgery?”

Mike replied and the men began another round of conversation as Joshua pulled a drink from the cooler and leaned against the counter listening to them talk. Joshua had known these men all his life and they were at least ten years his senior. Joshua was one of the few his age who stayed in the community to farm, having taking over the farm once owned by the McKinley’s and he was farming the three hundred acres behind the house he got in the deal and the two hundred acres across the road was pasture so he had bought a few head of cattle and a donkey to keep the coyotes out. He was only twenty seven and still single to the dismay of many of the women in the community.

He looked over at Hank, who also owned some cattle, listening to him talk about the price at market per pound wondering if he should sell a couple of cows or wait. A reflection cut through the front window and everyone looked out at the old Jeep pulling up. Frank Harris was sitting in the passenger seat and his son, Cole, was behind the wheel.

“I see Frank is letting his son chauffer him around” Hank said jokingly as they watched the two men approach. Joshua didn’t know Frank very well, for he lived over in the next county but he did have one two hundred acre field nearby that belonged to his wife’s family. Cole, his son, he’d only seen on occasion and was surprised to see him grown up thinking he should still be a skinny teenager. Frank and Cole came in, Frank speaking to everyone with Cole following behind just nodding, his ball cap, the bill rolled in a tight curve concealing his eyes. They grabbed a drink and came to stand in the small circle and joined in the casual conversation.

Joshua finished his drink and paid Sam, telling everyone he had a nasty job to finish and he needed to get back to it for he didn’t know if he was going to finish before the rains moved in.

“You need any help?” Frank asked causing Joshua to stop and look back at him.

“Frank, it is digging up a pipe to find a clogged section and I doubt you want to be out in this damn heat digging with a shovel” Joshua replied good naturedly.

Frank laughed then shook his head no.

“Hell no I’m not using a shovel in this heat” and he laughed as he pointed to Cole. “But he needs to find some work to do his summer to keep him out of trouble.”

Joshua looked over at Cole and for the first time Cole looked up to where Joshua could see his eyes beneath the brim of his cap and he smiled at Joshua, mischievously, for there was something rather devilish about it and Joshua turned away and looked back at Frank.

“You don’t need him for a couple of days?”

“No, my fields are all in and now I’m just in the worrying stage. Pay him what you think is fair and don’t let him goof off too much” Frank replied laughing as Cole looked at Joshua with a strange intensity in his eyes.

Joshua and Frank talked about the work with Cole interjecting only on occasion how he would help. Arrangements made, Frank and Cole left Sam’s store and headed home so Cole could drop Frank off. He would be back at Joshua’s place as quickly as he could make it. Joshua had told Cole if he wanted to avoid the long drive back and forth he could crash at his place and Cole smiled at him, his eyebrows rising upward as he said yes, he’d like that.

Joshua got back to the pasture and quickly found he was not far enough along the pipe to get at the main clog and he fired up the tractor to dig down to the next section. He knew he had about an hour or longer before Cole would be arriving and he thought of how the last time he saw him he was fourteen, maybe fifteen. He had just got the McKinley’s place and was struggling to get started when Frank had stopped by to see what he was doing and Cole had been with him. Cole had been wearing a mesh football jersey, cut short leaving his stomach completely exposed and jeans and Joshua remembered thinking the kid was too skinny to be playing football. Frank had mention to Joshua that afternoon Cole had finished high school and was trying to figure out what he wanted to do, dearly frustrating Frank, afraid his son would be floundering around too long.

The tractor was parked, the engine ticking as it cooled and Joshua was down in the trench he had dug, where he had used the backhoe to remove the earth down to a point just above the pipe. He was using the shovel to do the final uncovering of the pipe, tossing the dirt over the side of the trench. He heard Cole pull up in his Jeep, pulling it over next to his truck under the trees. Joshua stood up and watched Cole walk toward him wearing old frayed jeans, the knees blown out and the hem ragged. He had on a tank top, with large arm holes and deeply cut around the neck revealing his upper body and Joshua was surprised at his muscular toned body. Cole wasn’t bulked up but he had good definition. He wore the cap he had on earlier pulled down low shielding his eyes from the bright intense sun.

“There’s a shovel lying by the tractor” Joshua called out and watched as Cole angled over to the tractor and then back toward him.

“So what are we doing?” Cole asked as he stood near the edge of the trench which put Joshua at the height of Cole’s crotch, the soft denim wore thin, more white than blue in places and Joshua couldn’t help but notice how Cole’s cock pressed against the front of his jeans.

“We’re uncovering the pipe that runs along here cleaning it out or repairing the sections that are damaged” Joshua replied turning away from Cole looking down and along the bottom. Joshua explained the problems and what they had to do and soon Cole was down in the trench a few feet away shoveling the soil away from the pipe. For the next two hours they shoveled away the soil, broke the connections of the pipe cleaning it out and replacing sections that were collapsed. It was hot down in the trench, the sun beating down on them and the sweat poured from their hair, ran down their faces and covered their bodies soaking their clothes. When they had the section repaired they were working on Joshua and Cole stood at the edge of the trench looking at the pipe.

“Well, I can cover this section” Joshua said as he lifted his t-shirt up wiping his face with the tail and as he brought the tail of his shirt back down he saw Cole looking at him. He ignored the stare and said he would get the backhoe and fill the trench.

Cole looked up at him, a smirk on his face.

“Fuck it is hot, isn’t it” Cole commented and Joshua was surprised at the way he talked now, so coarse compared to the way he had talked around his father and he glanced over at him seeing him lift the tank top over his head and toss it on the ground out of the way. His upper body was lean and muscular and his skin glistened in the hot sun as the sweat trickled down his body. His jeans hung low on his waist revealing the waist band of his briefs, all so wet they were hanging heavy on his hips. Cole looked over at Joshua, saw how he was looking at his body and he smiled as he ran a hand down his chest and over his stomach, slowly, raking the sweat downward. “I feel like a pig” Cole said in a low insinuating tone.

Joshua went to the tractor and began to fill in the trench wondering the whole time why Cole was getting to him, why he seemed so different now. Cole seemed so menacing in a way, threatening in a way he didn’t understand and the way Cole looked at him was unsettling, but more unsettling was the way he found himself looking at Cole. Cole was attractive, no doubt, and he could admit that much, with his light brown hair sticking out around the cap he wore and his dark olive tone skin which looked to have no blemishes, nothing, and the way his clothes seemed to hang on his body all made Cole sexual in a way that made Joshua nervous.

Cole watched him work the backhoe as he filled in the trench, his thumbs hooked in his front pockets pushing downward on his jeans till they looked like they were ready to fall to the ground. Cole would shift his stand and Joshua would glance over looking at the way he moved.

When the trench was filled Joshua pulled up beside Cole and idled the tractor down.

“I’m going to open up a trench over a section of pipe just at the break in the slope over there and then we can call it a day, okay?”

Cole just nodded his head and began to pick up the shovels and their other gear and walked back to Joshua’s truck to put it away. Joshua was sweating profusely on the tractor, there still no breeze and he pulled his wet t-shirt off and laid it over the back of his seat feeling somewhat cooler without it. He worked the backhoe in a steady rhythm making quick work of getting a twenty foot section of the ground opened up.

Joshua glance over and saw Cole watching him and why he did it he wasn’t sure but he ran his hand down his chest as he had seen Cole do earlier, raking the sweat down his skin feeling the heat of his body. He looked over at Cole and saw him bite his lower lip and tug on his crotch and Joshua wondered ‘what the fuck’ as he turned back to the backhoe.

When he had the ground opened up he pulled the tractor out of the way and shut it down. As he walked toward his truck, Cole now standing by his Jeep waiting, he was swinging his t-shirt around fanning the gnats away.

“Let’s head to the house” Joshua said as he went to his truck and Cole climbed into his Jeep. On the way Joshua wondered if it had been a good idea to let Cole stay at his house for Cole seemed, in some weird way, threatening, something about the way he would stare at him, but then he told himself that he was being silly, Cole was only eighteen, still a teenager. But there was the way his eyes stared at him.

At Joshua’s house they came up the small patio area at the rear and Joshua turned to Cole telling him to relax, they should cool down some before cleaning up and he’d go get them something to drink.

“You got beer?” Cole asked in a casual serious tone.

“Yes, but you can’t have it” Joshua replied and he saw the smirk on Cole’s face as he nodded knowing he was pushing Joshua. “I’ll grab us a coke.”

When Joshua came back out Cole was standing in the grass at the side of the patio holding the garden hose over his head letting the cool water run over his head and cascade down his body. Cole’s jeans quickly became soaking wet and slide down his hips further revealing a couple of inches of his briefs.

“What are you doing?” Joshua asked.

“I’m cooling off” Cole replied, and he held his head down and looked up toward Joshua as he held the hose over his neck so the water would run down his torso, “I’m so hot.”

“We were going to shower in a few minutes” Joshua was saying when Cole interrupted him.

“We?” and he smiled at Joshua.

“I mean…you know one at a time” Joshua quickly replied thinking Cole was just messing with him. He watched the way Cole let the water run over his body, the way his thick brown hair lay on his head, the front hanging down over his eyes. “Cole…I’ll get you towel because I don’t want you trialing water through the house.” Joshua went back inside telling himself Cole was just pushing his buttons, that this sense of something sexual was just his imagination.

Towel in hand, Joshua opened the back door, went across the screened porch and opened the screened door stepping down to the patio and when he looked up, bringing his mind back to the moment he saw Cole standing naked on the edge of the patio, wringing out his wet jeans. Joshua froze momentarily in place looking at the naked body, the way his lean muscular torso tapered down to his narrow waist, the muscles clearly showing the line between his hips and lower abdomen and his eyes scanned downward over the cock hanging loosely over the sac. The skin of his cock was dark and his sac was a little darker still, and Joshua found himself admiring Cole’s body, the lean strength of it. Cole looked up at him and smiled as he shook out his jeans. He turned toward Joshua brazenly unconcerned about his nudity and Joshua realized he was staring and quickly moved toward Cole holding out the towel hoping he’d wrap it around his waist quickly.

Cole took the towel and raised his arms using the towel to dry his hair, his arm pits exposed, the dark hair filling them adding to his masculine appearance. Joshua stood there looking at him unsure what to do. Cole pulled the towel down to his shoulders holding each end making it taunt around his neck.

“Why aren’t you married?”

Joshua looked at Cole, shocked at the question, caught off guard by this sudden topic.

“What…I mean why are you asking me that?” Joshua finally replied while his mind raced through his life of dating, the way he ended up here, on this day, twenty seven and still single when all his classmates are married, most with children. He had dated Mary in high school, for two years they went out but when graduation loomed ahead of them she began to hint then ask openly when were they getting married and Joshua felt it too soon, didn’t want to marry right out of high school. Then there was Kathy, Michele and Susan, and each time some excuse to break it off, some reason he just didn’t want to get married. Finally there was Beth, a real party girl, and Joshua liked the way she didn’t mention marriage, instead loved to go out partying and afterward the most physical sex. She did things none of the other girls would do, like let him enter her from behind. But she grew board of him and one day she was gone. Joshua didn’t know why he was single, not really, but he knew there was something else and he was waiting. But now, with Cole standing here naked looking at him waiting on his response, he was freaked out, didn’t know why he was feeling certain attractions to Cole, sexual attractions, some desire to reach out and touch him and the idea of Cole against his body, his cock sunk in Cole’s hole came into his mind and he backed away slowly from this young man, this boy with the mischievous grin…and growing cock.

“It just never worked out…ya know” he stammered.

“No, I don’t know. Did they not give you what you wanted?” Cole replied as he stepped toward Joshua making him feel threatened, anxious and he backed up another step.

“I guess it was a little more complicated than that” Joshua replied.

“Yeah…I guess it’s never simple” and Cole ran his hand down his stomach and tugged on his cock angling his head up enough to see Joshua’s expression. “I’m ready for that shower” he said in a low seductive voice.

“Yeah…come on in…and…” and Joshua just turned and walked through the screened porch and into his house not looking back knowing Cole was right behind him. He went straight to the bathroom opening the door and stepping aside to let Cole enter.

“Thanks” Cole said in a low voice as he passed closely by Joshua. He showered and a few minutes later came out calling out to Joshua the bathroom was free. He went into the guest bedroom where he had put his gym bag while Joshua went in and closed the bathroom door and got in the shower. Joshua thought of Cole and how he had been so willing to expose himself and the way he did it had a sense of sexuality to it and he kept running it over and over in his mind till he had, by the time he was finished showering, reasoned it away as Cole just being silly. He dried off and went into his bedroom where he put on a pair of boxers, a clean pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He came out and headed toward the living realizing the house was quiet, too quiet. In the living he saw Cole on the sofa and he was wearing a white rob, the front open down to his navel. He was leaned back on the sofa and when Joshua entered he raised his head up and smiled.

“You…ahh…hungry?” Joshua asked as he looked at Cole.

“Yeah” Cole whispered.

Joshua had steaks marinating in the refrigerator and soon he had them grilled and on the table along with a salad and some potatoes. As they ate Joshua tried to make conversation, asking about Cole’s plans in the future, what college he wanted to go and if he was dating anyone and each time Cole would look at Joshua, a small smile on his lips and say quietly he didn’t know or no, letting most of their time eating remain in silence. Joshua put the dishes in the kitchen and came into the living room sitting in his chair across from the sofa where Cole was sitting.

“You want to watch some TV?”

“Not really.”

“Well…” and Joshua fell silent.

“Can I ask you something?” Cole asked as he leaned back spreading his legs making his robe open slightly. Joshua looked over at him waiting on him to ask his question and couldn’t help but notice he could almost see up to Cole’s crotch.

“What is the most exciting sex you’ve ever had…you know, the position that really did it for you?”

The question threw Joshua, the blatant sexual nature of it and the way Cole asked.

“I don’t know…lots of ways are fun” Joshua replied.

“Come on man, be honest. When you’re masturbating and you think of some experience, some position, what is it?”

Joshua knew immediately what position had done it for him the most, thought of it as soon as Cole asked the question but he was hesitate to admit it, afraid for some reason, but he looked at Cole, the fucking cocksureness of his demeanor and he leaned toward him determined to bring him down some.

“I did enjoy fucking one of my girlfriends in her tight little ass” Joshua said staring straight at Cole. He expected Cole to react, to show some kind of shock, but instead Cole smiled at him, wicked the way he held his head down looking upward at Joshua.

“Yeah, I like that too. I like the way a tight ass just milks your cock as you push into the person, especially…” and he leaned up putting his hands behind his head spreading his arms out making the robe open a little more and the tail rise up a couple of inches and Joshua saw more of his body being revealed; “…when they are moaning at the pleasure and pain of the penetration. Did your girlfriend moan a lot when you first penetrated her ass?”

Joshua was flummoxed with the way Cole kept coming at him.

“She…did some.”

Cole leaned back sliding his ass forward, hands still clasped behind his head and he spread his legs till the robe opened and his cock was visible. The robe was only gathered just below his navel, otherwise it was open and Cole liked how Joshua was looking at him. He could see the flustered expression, the anxiousness, the sense of being trapped.

“Josh…can I tell you what is better than fucking someone in the ass?”

Joshua just shook his head almost afraid to know what Cole was going to say.

“As much as I like fucking someone in the ass, I like getting fucked in the ass better” Cole said with a low voice as he reached down and tugged on his cock making it lengthen, the shaft swell up thicker. “You want to fuck me, Josh? You want to feel how tight my little hole is as you sink your cock into me?”

“What?! No…Cole I think we should call it a night and forget this conversation; all this talk…” and Joshua stopped talking as Cole got up letting his robe drop onto the sofa and began to move toward him. “Now wait a minute…Cole, stop!”

Cole came around the sofa up to Joshua who tried to stand up but Cole pushed him back into his chair. Cole straddled Joshua’s legs letting his knees slide in along the side of the chair as he moved up over Joshua’s lap.

“Come on Josh, relax, I want tell anyone. Let’s just have some fun. You know I wanted to fuck you for a long time, ever since I saw you one time back when I was…”and Cole laughed mischievously; “…younger and I think you would like it” as he ground his ass down on Joshua’s crotch till he could feel the hard cock trapped in Joshua’s jeans. Cole put his arms around Joshua’s neck and leaned to him.

“Come on Joshua, put your hands on me…feel me…feel how hot I am for you” Cole whispered as he ground his ass down on Joshua’s cock.

“Cole…I don’t think…” Joshua began but Cole put his finger to Joshua’s lips quieting him, and then he slid down on the floor pushing Joshua’s legs apart so he could move up between them. “Stop” Joshua said but there was no conviction in his voice as he watched Cole lean over his crotch and press his mouth down on his cock through the soft denim. He felt Cole breath out his warm breath through the fabric as he mouthed his cock making it grow harder. Cole worked his mouth over Joshua’s cock till the denim was wet and he leaned up looking at Joshua, his lips shiny with his ministrations.

“You can’t tell me to stop now…can you?” Cole whispered as he reached for the button of Joshua’s jeans undoing it and then sliding the zipper down. Joshua watched as Cole’s fingers undid his jeans and spread them open. He watched Cole lean in burying his face into his boxers, his mouth on his cock and he gasped for breath. Cole took the waist of Joshua’s jeans boxers and looked up at Joshua.

“Josh…raise your ass” he whispered and Joshua raised up and let Cole slide them down his legs, working them off each leg. His cock was hard and he looked down at it lying on his stomach then up into Cole’s eyes.

“You want this…me?” Joshua whispered.

Cole grinned as he lifted Joshua’s t-shirt up till his nipples were exposed and he put his mouth to the right one sucking on it, making it stand out hard and he brought his teeth to it and nipped at it making Joshua moan.

“Take your shirt off, Josh” Cole asked and Joshua leaned forward and lifted his t-shirt off tossing it on the floor. Cole held up his cock and ran his tongue up the shaft and over the head and Joshua balled up his fists tightly as his arms lay stiffly on each arm of the chair. Cole shifted up and put his lips to the head of Josh’s cock and in one smooth move sank his mouth down over it. He moved slowly, bringing his mouth up and then back down and Joshua gasped for breath. Josh watched how Cole took his cock felt the way it sank all the way into his mouth till Cole’s hair tickled his stomach.

“Jesus” Joshua exclaimed as Cole continued to take his cock and he finally leaned back and relaxed bringing his hands up and running them through Cole’s hair.

Cole lifted up and looked at Joshua while he slowly stroked his cock.

“You want to fuck me…Josh?”

Joshua looked at him and he couldn’t believe this was happening, this sex with another man…this guy he thought of as a boy. But he couldn’t focus on anything except the idea of sinking his cock into Cole’s ass and he nodded his head.

Cole moved up in Joshua’s lap, his cock leaving a trail on Joshua’s stomach as he reached back and held up his cock. Cole lowered his ass till he felt it touch Joshua, felt Joshua’s cock rub over his hole and he bore down, let his weight drive him down impaling his ass on it. It hurt at first, taking Joshua, for there had been no opening him up first, so he eased down slowly feeling his tight hole loosen slowly as Joshua filled his hole.

“Goddamn” Joshua whispered as he wrapped his arms around Cole’s ass rubbing each cheek as he felt Cole’s tight hole squeeze his cock as it slide into him. Cole soon had all of Joshua, his ass all the way down the thick hard shaft and he began to raise up and fall back down, over and over, riding Joshua’s cock. Joshua had let Cole set the pace but suddenly he reached around Cole and stood up carrying Cole against his body, his cock still lodged in Cole’s hole. He carried him down the short hall and into his bedroom and laid him on the unmade bed, tugging the cover back toward the foot of the bed. He shifted his body over Cole, held him down as he began to drive his cock into Cole, full swings of his hips thrusting his cock into Cole hard. Faster and faster he went till the bed rocked and squeaked noisily and Cole was begging him to fuck him harder, to pump it in him and Joshua wrapped his arms around Cole and hooked his hands over his shoulders holding him tightly in place as he drove his cock into him hard until he felt his need to cum, his body tighten, and he leaned down and bit Cole on the shoulder near the neck as he pumped his cum into him, forcing it deeply into his tunnel as he kept pumping his hips till he was completely spent.

When he rolled over he saw Cole had cum with it spattered over his stomach and chest and Joshua put one finger in a pool of it and rubbed it around as Cole watched him, watched as Joshua ran his fingers through another pool of cum then trailed his wet slimy finger over to another and Cole reached down and took Joshua’s hand stopping him from moving around anymore. Joshua looked up at Cole and watched as Cole held his hand and brought it to his own mouth sucking his cum from the finger. Cole brought Joshua’s hand back down and moved his fingers through more of the cum pooled on his stomach then he held up Joshua’s hand between them and Joshua leaned forward and took them in his mouth sucking Cole’s cum from them.

Cole shifted around on the bed as Joshua snuggled up next to him wrapping his arm over his waist and putting his hand on Cole’s chest feeling his heart beat.

“You really thought of…sex with me for a long time?” Joshua asked as they lay still.

“Yeah…but I always saw you with one girl or another, but this afternoon when I saw you at Sam’s and the way you looked I knew I had to try tempting you, see if you would even consider doing it with me.”

“Well…you are a temptation.”

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The two young men departed Bobby’s apartment for the fast food outlet a few blocks down the street. Although the burger joint was only three blocks away Logan wanted to drive his new car. He was so proud of it and back then gas was cheap. Bobby and Logan piled into the Nomad wagon to cruise down the street to get something to eat.

When they arrived there were young people they knew, so after ordering they took an outside table close to their friends. They all talked and joked with one another until the order arrived. Then the two famished friends dove in devouring their double-cheeseburgers and fries. Every once in a while the boys would wash the food down with swigs of cold sodas. They ate, drank their sodas, and in between they would engage in conversation with their friends. After the two finished their food they continued visiting with the group friends; however, after a few minutes Bobby and Logan excused themselves, got into the Nomad, and drove back to Bobby’s place. Inside they shed their clothing before they piled onto the bed. “When you gonna finish the story about you getting eight inches up your ass?” Logan asked.

Bobby began the story, “We slept satisfied throughout the night. When we awoke the next morning Sammy had already eased out of bed to check the house out: no one home. While making coffee the phone rang. The call from Sammy’s dad advised his son that he and his wife would not be home until Sunday morning.

The ringing phone however woke Bobby up. He stumbled into the kitchen rubbing the sleep out of his eyes wearing nothing but tented drawers and said, “Smells like coffee brewing.”

“Ready for some coffee cuz?” Sammy asked

“Sure.”

“Guess what… We got the whole fucking house to ourselves the whole fucking day and night… Mom and dad won’t be home until tomorrow morning sometime.”

“Cool.”

“After we drink our coffee I bet I could work up a big ass appetite corn holing you.”

The two cousins drank their first cup of coffee in the kitchen while they fooled around. They took their refills to Sammy’s bedroom. After they took a couple gulps they sat their cups on the dresser. Sammy grabbed Bobby from behind. He wrapped his arms around his cousin and began pushing his hard cock into his ass crack before he reached around to stimulate his Bobby’s nipples.

Bobby threw his head back letting out a sigh of pleasure as his cousin’s thumbs and forefingers manipulated the hard pink nubs on his chest. Sammy played with Bobby’s nipple while he continued grinding his hard member into his cousin’s ass crack.

“You ready to get corn holed cousin?” Sammy asked.

“I guess,” Bobby said. “You sure you’re not gonna hurt me with that fucking baseball bat?”

“Nah, we’re gonna take it slow and easy… You gotta go take a shit first… Clean your bowels out… Then take a shower and while you’re in there stick your fingers up your ass to make sure the entrance is clean… I don’t want any shit on my dick,” Sammy said.

“What about you?” Bobby asked.

“Already done it before you got up.”

Logan boned up lying next to his storytelling friend reached out touching Bobby’s erect nipples. After that he reached down to stroke his lover’s dick as Bobby continued the story.

Sammy showered first while I took a dump. In the shower he fingered his ass cleaning it out any of the lingering of fecal matter. After I finished and got off the commode I changed places with Sammy in the shower. Sammy departed the bathroom to ready the bed for what he imagined would be a long tough road in an attempt to corn hole my virgin ass. I appeared in the doorway of the bedroom naked with a hard-on standing up as if a rocket ready to take flight.

“You look clean and fresh,” Sammy said guiding me towards the bed.

On the bed Sammy and Bobby got into positions opposite each other where they began sucking each other’s dicks. With the older cousin on top and the younger on the bottom they sucked each other for a few minutes. Bobby could only manage to get the large glans and a couple inches of cock into his mouth. After a few minutes he pulled off to inspect the big cock. The massive glans appeared to be leaking some type of liquid. The short time in Bobby’s mouth the massive member had already caused his jaw hinge muscle to become uncomfortable.

As Bobby continued to inspect the bulbous glans Sammy began exploring his younger cousin’s virgin asshole. With his saliva coated finger he began to rub and tantalize the younger boy’s pucker to Bobby’s squealing delight. Sammy made a few trips back to his mouth to coat his first finger with more saliva before he let a large load drop into his cousin’s ass. He then began massaging the saliva before inserting his finger tip into the tight sphincter. Bobby jumped and squirmed as his cousin attempted to force entry.

“Relax your asshole,” Sammy demanded. “I need to finger fuck you to get you loosened up.”

With Sammy on top he looked down at his cousin’s ass crack as he gently pushed his finger into the anus. Bobby jerked and howled as his cousin’s finger snaked its way inside. Sammy sensed he needed to coat his finger with some Vaseline to make entry and exploration less painful. He coated his finger with a good amount petroleum jelly and resumed his attempt to penetrate his younger cousin’s asshole.

Once Sammy penetrated Bobby’s virgin ass his young cousin began to flail about beneath him on the bed. Bobby howled like a wolf in season. Sammy continued inserting his finger deeper into Bobby’s rectum. His cousin’s prostate the target of his finger tip. Once he found the target Bobby wailed louder and then moaned softly, “Fuck me… Fuck me.”

Sammy withdrew his finger. He turned to his cousin and asked, “You ready to give it a try?”

“Yeah,” a breathless Bobby uttered in a hoarse voice.

“Let’s get you lubed up,” Sammy said as he grabbed a larger helping of Vaseline from the jar.

The older boy began to pack the petroleum jelly lubricant in his younger cousin’s ass crack before he began pushing it into the younger boy’s unsullied asshole. Sammy forefinger worked the Vaseline into the virgin entrance. Then he inserted two fingers to open his cousin’s hole enlarging it for his dick. “Get on top straddling my waist… Okay now reach around and spread your cheeks apart before you try to sit down on the head of my dick,” Sammy said as he held the shaft of his dick steady and at the ready so his cousin could sit on it without bending it or it slipping out of positions.

Bobby did as instructed, but as soon as the big bulbous cockhead attempted to enter his unspoiled asshole he winced. “Easy does it cuz,” Sammy instructed.

Bobby tried again. The same thing. Then again, and again. Finally, Sammy said, “Turn around with your back to me and we’ll try it in that position.”

Bobby turned around and attempted to sit on his cousin’s dick. The same thing. He could not force his asshole to accept the huge broad spongy glans. Sammy rearranged the pillows and his body, so that he was sitting up in the bed somewhat. “Now try it again and push out like you’re taking a shit… Once the head of my dick pops inside don’t jump up or try to pull off. That will only hurt like hell.”

The two boys tried again to accomplish the mission. “Easy now,” Sammy said from behind as he kissed on his cousin’s bare back. Suddenly he reached around took hold of Bobby big hard nipples and began to play with them. Suddenly, the head popped into that first chamber. Bobby wailed in pain. “You want to try it facing me?” Sammy asked.

“Yeah.”

Without pulling out of his cousin’s ass Bobby wheeled around still squatting with his cousin’s mammoth member inside that first chamber; however, before he sat down he felt Sammy’s Vaseline coated fingers inside his asshole pushing new lubricant in and stretching him. After Sammy fingered him for a few minutes lubing his up he then said, “Okay let’s try it again.”

Bobby began to lower his ass onto his cousin’s dick. As he pushed like he had been instructed to do Sammy reached up to take hold of Bobby’s nipples. The entirety if the big glans popped into Bobby’s anal cavity. Sammy grabbed his cousin’s hips so he would not jump back and pull off.

The older boy could see the shudder of pain come across his younger cousin’s face as well as the tear run down his cheek. He felt bad for his cousin, but remembered those were the same emotions he experienced the first time Brad corn holed him a couple years prior.

“You okay cuz?”

Bobby bit his lip and nodded yes. The two rested for a few seconds before Bobby said, “Okay… I think I’m ready now.”

Bobby with grimace on his face felt his cousin’s pubic bush touch his bottom. He knew then that he had impaled the full eight inches of Sammy’s dick up inside his ass.

The younger boy sat still for a few seconds and then Sammy asked, “You okay Bobby?”

“Yeah… Maybe a little sore, but I think I can get used to the pain.”

“Just sit there for a little while… When you think you’re ready start riding it begin riding it like you’re riding a bronc bucking horse… And I’ll be bucking back.”

Sammy reached down and grabbed Bobby’s dick and started playing with it. Bobby began moving around throwing his head back making funny noises as he rode the big member.

“You okay?”

“Yeah… That dick just makes me feel so fucking good… Your dick in my ass and you playing with my dick,” Bobby said. “Why don’t you play with my nipples?”

Sammy began playing with his cousin’s nipples and to his surprise Bobby continued riding his dick up and down yelling, “Oh yeah fuck me… Fuck me.”

He kept it up squealing for Sammy to fuck him saying he wanted the entirety of his cousin’s big dick up his ass. Sammy could feel that his cousin’s dick begin to swell as if he was about ready to cum, so he reached up and grabbed his arms to slow him down.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t want you to cum yet… Just sit there and cool down a bit,” Sammy said. “How do things feel now?”

“Great… Just fucking great… I love your big fat dick in my ass.”

The two rested for a few minutes before Bobby began riding his cousin’s thick member. The younger boy didn’t experience much more pain. That had subsided giving way to waves of pleasure. The two resumed fucking each other both boys bucking into each other Sammy pounding his cousin’s ass from the bottom while Bobby rode hard on top. Both yelling for each other to fuck them. “Oh Sammy fuck me… Fuck me until I cum,” Bobby cried.

“Bobby I’m gonna fuck you and were both gonna cum together.”

The two sped up until Sammy forced Bobby to roll over on his back while the two were still connected. Sammy wanted to finish off in the missionary position so he could watch his young cousin cum and see him smile. They continued fucking as Sammy began licking and biting Bobby’s nipples. Bobby threw his body into his cousin’s wailing with delight as his cousin fucked him, sucking and biting on his nipples. “I’m cummmmmmmmming,” Bobby shouted.

Sammy lifted his head throwing it back he bucked up and plowed into his cousin’s ass for the finale. Within seconds Bobby was shooting ropes of white spooge into the air letting it land on his face and chest while the older cousin emptied his hot load in his cousin’s rectal cavity.

Once depleted Sammy leaned forward with his dick still inside his cousin and began licking cleaning cum off Bobby’s face and chest. After that Sammy collapsed on top of Bobby and asked, “Did you enjoy that?”

“Oh fuck yeah… Fucking hurt at first, but you told me it would.”

“From now on it should be more pleasurable for you,” Sammy said.

The two boys rested for a while before they took showers to prepare to go out for early breakfast. After breakfast they would return for another round, and then another.

As Logan lay on the bed next to his partner he’d been listening intently to Bobby relate the tail of how he was first introduced to anal sex by his cousin. Sammy was the other boy that Bobby had told him about on their first night together. He was the one that taught Bobby all about foreplay and anal intercourse. The story was almost unbelievable, but so was Logan’s reoccurring dream about the sex club. Logan wondered if he would ever experience a gang bang. Logan said, “That’s a fuckin amazin story man.”

“Yeah Sammy used my asshole right up to the night before he got married… We still fuck each other on occasion.”

“You’re kidding.”

“Nope,” Bobby said. “Maybe we could do a threesome next time he’s in town.”

“Wow, that’d be super,” Logan said. “So, what’s in the future for us?”

“Whatever you want Logan,” Bobby said looking into Logan’s eyes. “Are you satisfied with me as a lover… Am I big enough for you… Do I satisfy you when we make love?”

“Oh Hell Yes Bobby… You’re more than adequate as far as size… You can make me cum when you fuck me… That’s what counts… And you’re kind and gentle too.”

After the exchange Bobby rolled up on top Logan planting his knees on each side of Logan’s torso. He pushed his hard dick down towards Logan’s mouth. Logan took the head of his lover’s dick into his mouth and began to lick the precum that was beginning to ooze from the piss slit. Bobby threw his head back and moaned as he pushed his hips forward. After a few moments of intense oral pleasuring Bobby unloaded an explosive orgasm into Logan’s mouth.

Logan continued to suck milking Bobby’s penis dry. When there was no more nectar Bobby scooted backwards until his bottom met Logan’s hard member. He looked down and said, “Fuck me baby.”

The two got into a missionary position with Logan on the bottom so they could make love. After Bobby lubed Logan up with KY jelly Bobby got on top lowering his ass onto Logan’s pole. With great care the two worked together to get Bobby impaled on Logan’s hard dick. Once Logan was all the way inside the two set up a rhythm fucking each other. Bobby was moaning and begging Logan to fuck him, “Fuck me baby make me cum.”

“Play with my nipples… Suck on them… Oh yeah you’re so tight,” Logan said.

“Fuck me with the big dick… Fuck me make me cum,” Bobby wailed.

The two howled and moaned. They were wrestling around all over the bed in the throes of deep passion. Suddenly Logan exploded inside Bobby. After shooting ropes of spooge Bobby collapsed on top of Logan. “Leave it in as long as possible.”

The two began kissing madly Bobby said, “I want you inside me forever.”

Logan replied, “I want to fuck you forever Bobby and I want you to fuck me forever.”

The two fell asleep in each other’s arm with Logan’s penis still inside his lover’s ass. They slept peacefully and fulfilled.

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He was dragged in on his knees, bloody, scraped. His small 5’7″ stature was no challenge for the muscled King’s Guards. Their big arms yanked the chains of the captive twin and dragged his seeming corpse up the palace stairs into the grand chambers of the king himself. Tired, fatigued and heavy breathing, the cute, frail, hunger-skinny boy tried with all the fear in his heart to look up with his shaking face at his King, who looked utmost displeased.

“I’m sorry…uh…uh…I’m so sorry my King,” the twink slave gasped out as he tried to dive his head in to kiss the foot of his king.

The king maintained speechless, sat upon his throne, his large 6’2″ stature looking down upon his pathetic servant powerless enough that he’d be kissing his feet, pondering how he should handle him.

The king eats little slave boys like the pathetic one below him who helplessly began to lick his toes in forgiveness. The king enjoys the sensation of his slaves down on his big feet. It feels pleasurable and reassures him of his ultimate power.

“You have failed me,” the King finally spoke.

“Yes! Yes! I know master!” The slaveboy gasped in fear, beginning to lick faster and faster in attempts to appease his king for his final mercy.

The King rose from his throne. He stomped his feet to the sides of his slaveboys face, who on the ground, began even harder to lick the tops of his kings big feet.

The King professed hid beautiful, short, golden hair, his well-chisled military body that allowed him to assert dominance over the skinny nature of his subjects. For he was the King of Twinks, beautiful and blonde, but an anomaly in his physical size, his attitude, his domineeringness. He only allows his guardsman to possess physical builds rough to the size of his, but his subjects, who are all legally slaves to him, he demands skinny, and scrawny, so that he could mercilessly fuck them with the authority he was born to assert, and does he certainly get his way.

The Kingdom is run as a totalitarian labor camp, with his subjects working long and treacherously to build and construct things that will glorify the King and his power. Their failure results in their imprisonment, their removal from society, their absolute torture, often involving sexual submission to the King himself.

The King enjoys to drag one or two more of his boys up on his muscles for them to helpfully lick, have another one down sucking his toes, and the most talented one of all gets rewarded by sucking his cock. Although most are terrified for their life as they service him, understanding the consequences of a fuck up, they are honored, as there is no greater honor in the kingdom than to serve their King, their overlord and absolute master for whom they actually do love despite the intensity of their fear for him.

As this poor, pathetic slave boy continues to lick at his master’s feet, that same master above can only give him a happy grimace back down, an acknowledgement of the power rush that will never grow old as he subjects a lowly slaveboy to service him. He cues the bodyguards to then hold the failed slave up by his arms, his head up looking at his King who now approaches him, lowering his shorts. The King’s massive cock, the largest and widest in all the Kingdom, is teased on the lips of this slaveboy, whose fate will now ultimately be determined by his ability to suck off his master. He kisses the head of the King’s powerful cock, slowly opening it so that the King can roll the cock around his lips. The King holds his arms behind his head and smiles at the pleasure of his slaveboy lightly tickling/caressing his cock.

“Good slaveboy.” The king announces. The boy begins to subtly smile, the opening of his face encourages the king to thrust his penis into his mouth and down his throat. There is no consideration, no gradual entry, the King plows through and feels the head and top of his shaft grind against the tight warmth of the slaveboys throat as he miserably and hopelessly on his King’s magnificent cock. Deeper and deeper, harder and harder, the slaveboys head is about to pop up from the magnitude of the King’s powerful thrusts. Finally he sees the King pop his head up in ecstasy and change his rhythm to something faster and smoother, he knows what’s up. Faster and faster, more moaning and more moaning the King’s eyes are shut as he begins to release out of the boy as he explodes buckets worth of semen down the throat of his pathetic prey and across his face, for a matter of seconds, five, ten, fifteen does his oozy, heavy cum fountain in and over his pathetic slaveboy. The King finds some on his hand and slaps the boy mercilessly. The boy knows what to do and returns to hold onto the King’s arm and lick all of the cum off of his King’s hand and fingers, sucking them one by one to get all the cum completely out. The slave finishes, and the King smacks him again, as a gesture of thank you.

The King returns to sit upon his throne, and cross his feet, his heel on the floor. The slaveboy in his chains crawls to his master’s feet and begins to helplessly and hopelessly lick them again as his fate has yet to be decided. The King doesn’t even look down at the slaveboy robotically licking his soles and sucking his toes. He looks out of the edge of the balcony, at his kingdom below, watching the slaves put together the empire that is rightfully his, enjoying the powerful moment of having slaves work for him out in the fields and down at his feet at the same time. He finally speaks, “Slaveboy, I have yet to decide what I should do with you…” and so the slaveboy just keeps licking.

Fall arrived and the boys moved into the dorm and started their first semester of college. Jack had Alex push housing to let Robbie and him room together so up on the third floor of Magnolia Hall Alex and Robbie shared a room. Jack was in Jefferson Hall across the Quad from Magnolia, in fact he could look out his third floor window into Alex and Robbie’s room. For the first week they attended their classes, hung out in the local sports bars, the little diner on the corner across the street from campus and late in the evening they would go to the dorm room Alex and Robbie shared, what they jokingly called The Den, and had sex. The other guys on the floor didn’t realize anything at first, knew they were old friends and assumed they were just hanging out together.

The next week Jack had a paper to get written and had spent time in the library for a couple of nights and the next Saturday, while most guys were outside enjoying the mild fall weather getting ready for the football game, Jack was at his desk typing up his paper.

Across the Quad, in The Den, Robbie and Alex were lounging on Alex’s bed, naked, their bodies entwined together, legs draped over legs and arms wrapped around torsos or their fingers twirling the hair of the other. The three of them had spent the night before having sex till each one was exhausted and spent, for their week had kept them busy for the last couple of days. Jack had left around one and told them he’d be staying in for most of the day getting his paper finished but they could go out that night for dinner and maybe a movie.

“You think Jack is up doing that paper?” Robbie asked Alex as he ran his fingers over the dried cum on Alex’s stomach flaking it off.

“You know Jack, all straight A’s. He has probably been up since six o’clock getting it done and the son of a bitch will make sure it is perfect” Alex replied, laughing at his own wit.

Robbie snuggled up to Alex and put his lips to Alex’s left nipple gently kissing it then flicking his tongue over it making the nub grow erect and hard. Alex twisted around to lay flat on his back, his left arm thrown over his head giving Robbie room. Robbie moved over Alex’s chest, kissing, raking his tongue over the skin tasting the saltiness of it and the remnants of cum as he ran his hand down Alex’s stomach, slowly massaging the smooth skin with his palm and fingers. He kissed up to Alex’s neck, along the jaw and around the ear, rimming the curve of it with his tongue. Alex moaned and pushed his body up against Robbie’s as he reached out and ran his hand along Robbie’s thigh, back and forth he rubbed the smooth soft skin feeling the lean tight muscle underneath. Robbie moved to Alex’s mouth and kissed him slowly, gently, with no sense of impatience between them, instead the feel of having all the time in the world. Alex moved his hand to Robbie’s cock and let his fingers trace over the growing length of it, trail along the smooth skin and over the sensitive head and Robbie gasped as he pushed his hips forward.

“You want to call Jack and see if he wants to take a break?” Robbie whispered in Alex’s ear just before he sank his tongue into it again.

“Ahhh…no…we’ll call him later” Alex stammered, the feel of Robbie or Jack’s tongue in his ear always a turn on and his cock flexed hard as Robbie let his fingers wrap around the thickening shaft and give it a squeeze before he stroked it slowly, pumping it up hard. Robbie began to move over Alex as he slipped one leg down between Alex’s and worked them apart.

“Wait…wait…” Alex uttered, his tone unconvincing.

“What?”

“Jack can see into his room, right?” Alex said his voice suddenly sounding playful.

Robbie leaned up and looked into Alex’s eyes, seeing the mischief knowing what he meant.

“Well?” Alex asked and Robbie got up off the bed and went to his desk and cleared it off pushing it to the window, the top at the height of the sill. Alex had his cell phone typing in a message and when he hit send he moved up to the desk and got on it sideways holding his legs up as Robbie moved between them and pushed his hard cock against his hole.

Jack’s phone beeped letting him know he had a message and he picked it up. The message was cryptic, something about his view and he looked over to his window and across the Quad to Magnolia Hall. He saw movement in the window of The Den and he went over to the window for a better look.

“Those assholes” he uttered to himself, laughing as he watched Robbie pumping his cock into Alex. He could only see Alex’s lower body and Robbie between his spread legs but he could see what he needed and he felt his cock respond. He watched Robbie’s body, the tall lean torso moving with its fucking, the thrusting of the hips and the way his arms wrapped up Alex’s legs holding them firmly in place. For several minutes he watched Robbie pump his cock into Alex rocking his body roughly over the top of the desk.

Jack groped his own cock, squeezed it, tempted to take it out and jack off as he watched Robbie pull back, his cock bouncing up and down free in front of him and Alex quickly sliding off the desk and down on his knees. Jack watched Robbie jack his cock, his hand a blur and then he saw the movement he knew well, the short jabbing thrusts forward when he is about to cum and the way he pumps his fist down his cock hard, all the way to the base as he shoots his load and Jack watched as Alex held his open mouth in front of Robbie’s cock obviously taking his load.

Then it was over and Alex and Robbie waved over to Jack, laughing and Jack flipped them a bird as he laughed too.

Jack heard his door open and he jerked with a start worried his hard cock was visible through his gym shorts he was wearing. He looked around and saw Toby, his roommate, come in.

“What’s so funny?” Toby asked as he came in, tossing keys on his desk.

“Oh nothing” Jack replied as he quickly sat back down at his desk trying to conceal the fact he was still partially erect. Toby sat at his desk and opened up his laptop, glancing over to Jack, his expression questioning.

Toby was from Tennessee, some small town near Memphis and Jack and he had found they didn’t have a lot in common, for Toby was majoring in English, loved to read and wanted more than anything to be a writer. Jack was studious, made the grades to prove it, but he liked doing things outdoors and was therefore majoring to be a vet, someone who worked with animals out in the wild or on the farms. It was this difference between them that Jack fostered, used it to keep him distracted, for he found Toby attractive, his quiet nature appealing. Toby appeared to have a lean body, the way he wore tight thin sweaters over t-shirts or dress shirts, their fit perfectly tapered down to his narrow waist were he wore khakis more often than jeans, concealing the form of his lower body. Toby never went around their dorm room in just his underwear, didn’t let Jack see him naked when he went to shower always leaving the room dressed and coming back dressed, so any temptation on Jack’s part was tamped down by Toby’s prudish ways.

For Toby’s part, he viewed Jack like something wild, untamed and he felt anxious whenever they were alone together. Jack was so masculine, with his rural upbringing, and his body reflected this persona with his broad shouldered muscular body which he revealed all the time by usually only wearing boxers or some ragged pair of gym shorts in their room. So many times, fearfully, Toby found his eyes roaming over Jack’s body, down his bare torso and over his crotch looking at how his cock would be pushing upward on the thin fabric, like now, when he came in and found him staring out the window and when he had turned around Toby had seen it, his erection pushing outward and he had sucked in his breath and hoped Jack hadn’t noticed how he saw it.

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That evening, paper complete and printed out, Jack made his way across The Quad to Magnolia Hall to hook up with Alex and Robbie. They were going out to eat and then catch a movie. Jack had left Toby as his desk reading another novel asking him if he was going to do anything that night.

“Nah, I’m tired and so I’m going to read a while and then crash” Toby had replied as Jack left their dorm room.

As Jack moved along the sidewalk he didn’t know back in his dorm room, standing at the window was Toby. He watched Jack make his way across the open space and then disappear in Magnolia Hall. He knew which room Jack was heading for he had seen his friends wave from the window of the room they called The Den several times over the last couple of weeks. He’d met Alex and Robbie a few times and they were similar to Jack, this rural nature about them, this love of the outdoors and Toby had saw how they interacted together, especially Robbie and Alex. There was something sexual about the two of them, the way they touched one another, the way they could stand so close together and the way they talked to each other, finishing each other sentences, making the occasional cryptic reference that seemed to have sexual undertones and he wondered if there really was something going on between them.

Toby went back to his desk staring down at the novel lying on top and he looked over at the door hearing the sounds of someone going by and he went over and made sure it was locked. He had the room to himself for three or four hours and he felt a sense of freedom, his roommate out of hair and he could relax. He felt frustrated, trapped sometimes, the way he had to share a room with Jack who seemed to fill the space he occupied, and he knew it was more than that, this anxiety, this sense of being trapped like a wild animal, for even with their differences, the way they carried themselves, he found Jack attractive, the way he moved and talked seductive.

Toby pulled his shirt off and hung it up. He pulled his belt off and laid it in the drawer unit under his bed. He slipped off his khakis and hung them up and when he closed the closet door he saw himself in the mirror. Jack didn’t know it but he worked out three or four times a week, something that not only made his body feel better but seemed to purge his anxieties and frustrations that built up over the course of the day and he looked at his body, the clearly defined muscular shapes that wove over his chest and across his stomach. He looked at his pale fair skin and the trail of dark reddish brown hair that ran from his navel down disappearing below his boxers. He ran his hand through his hair which he kept rather long, let the front drape over his forehead sometimes concealing his eyes, their dark brown color mysterious even to himself sometimes. He turned his head and saw how the dim light reflected the red tones in it. For a few minutes he stared at himself, looking at his reflection wondering if someone else would see him in a sexual manner, something erotic and he realized his biggest problem was the way he saw himself. He held up his arms and flexed his muscles feeling silly doing this in his room alone, but he admired the way his biceps bulged, their form sharply defined along his upper arm and he looked at how he had thick reddish brown under arm hair which was such a sharp contrast with his bare chest and smooth baby face. He had tried to grow just a goatee and even that came in too sparse for his comfort.

He moved to his bed lying on his back and he reached over and under the bed and pulled out the drawer unit with his underwear and ran his hand down to the bottom and toward the back. Grasping what he was after he pulled it out and laid back. He had bought the gay porn magazine last summer and each time he pulled it out he remembered how he was so anxious when he purchased it and then spent so much time trying to find a place to hide it in his room back home. Then there was sneaking it in his luggage and getting it put away where Jack wouldn’t find it. It was his one temptation, something to stroke his desires, to let him drift off into some fantasy and he flipped through the pages looking at the now familiar men, their bodies completely exposed with their cocks up and hard and Toby would grope his hardening cock through his boxers as he flipped through the pages until his cock was hard, achingly so, and he lifted up his hips and slide the blue boxers down his legs. He initially let them bunch up at his ankles, the soft feel of the cloth, the binding of his ankles together as he tried to push his legs apart as he began to stroke his cock in earnest. He moved his hand down the long shaft, the surface showing the irregular vein just under the smooth pale skin and he moved his hand up and over the flare out red head of his cock, and he felt the first smear of slick pre-cum bubble up at the slit. He kicked his boxers off, spread his legs feeling the cool conditioned air over his naked skin and he stroked his cock, slowly at first savoring the feel of his hand moving up and down the shaft and rubbing over the leaking head and when the head and shaft were slick with pre-cum, his need to cum suddenly urgent he stroked harder, the pace of his hand faster and faster till he was breathing hard and he fantasized about a man’s cock in his face and he opening his mouth and taking it, letting it slide through his mouth and into his throat and he imagined a man between his spread legs, touching him down there, penetrating him with fingers, then with his cock, fucking his ass as he jacked his own cock the he threw his head back, eyes closed and imagined Jack fucking him, pumping his ass hard as he shot, pumping cum out across his own body.

Then it was over, this fantasy, and he leaned up looking down his body at the pools of cum on his chest and stomach and he ran his fingers through them, smearing them around. He held up his hand and watched the cum drip off of his fingers and he wondered how it would taste.

***

“Goddamn that movie sucked” Alex commented as they walked out onto the sidewalk outside the cinema heading back to the campus.

“Yeah, I started to see if you guys wanted to leave about forty five minutes ago” Robbie added.

They made their way through the business district that served the students and crossed the street to the campus. Other students were walking in all directions, heading to frat parties, to bars and restaurants in town and to all those places students found to congregate. The dorm had a few guys running up and down the corridor of Magnolia Hall as they made their way to The Den. Jack came in last pushing the door closed and locking it.

“Okay motherfuckers, get naked. I’ve been horny all fucking day, especially after that nasty public display earlier” Jack commanded as he pulled his t-shirt over his head.

Quickly, carelessly, the three of them pulled the clothes from their bodies till each one was naked. They stood in a circle in the middle of the room, kissing, hands roaming over each other caressing skin, warming it with their touch and soon hands were on cock, stroking them to full hardness. Robbie moved first, dropping down on his knees as he took Alex and Jack in each hand stroking along their hard shafts and he leaned first to Jack and tongued the head of his cock, licked around the flared head and then he put the head to his lips and let it slid between them as he pushed his mouth down Jack’s cock. He pumped his mouth back and forth a few times and pulled off. He turned to Alex, holding his hard cock out and he licked the head, probing the leaking slit with the tip of his tongue tasting the sweetness and when Alex grunted and pushed forward Robbie held his lips to the head of his cock and let it push into his mouth allowing Alex to pump his hips back and forth, the primitive fuck motion driving his cock through his mouth.

Robbie put his hands on Alex’s hips and guided him backwards till he came to a chair and had to sit down. Robbie moved up between Alex’s legs, pushing them apart as he sank his mouth down the hard cock standing up between Alex’s thighs. Jack moved down behind Robbie, ran his hand over Robbie’s back and down over his ass.

“Yeah…suck his cock” Jack uttered as he ran his hand down the cleft between Robbie’s cheeks, probing his ass till his fingers grazed over the tight opening to Robbie’s hole and he pressed against it till his fingers breached the tight ring and sank into his tunnel. Jack finger fucked Robbie as he lay over his back.

“Is Alex good and hard” Jack whispered in Robbie’s ear and Robbie pulled up and the two of them could see how Alex’s cock stuck straight up, hard, wet, glistening in the dim light, and Jack wrapped his arm around Robbie’s neck hugging their bodies together.

“Time for Alex to fuck your ass” Jack said in a low voice right next to Robbie’s ear and Robbie just nodded his head. Jack stood up and led Robbie to the desk at the window and pushed him to back up to it and lay down. Robbie held his legs up and as Alex moved up to his ass he took Robbie’s legs and held them tight to his chest as he drove his cock into his hole, slowly, inch by inch. Alex sank into Robbie as he lay back, his head against the window and his hands gripping tightly the desk’s edge. Jack stood to the side and watched Alex sink into Robbie and he put his hand on Robbie stomach feeling his body quiver as Alex pushed his cock into him.

“Fuck” Robbie uttered as Alex pushed the last inch into him. Jack moved behind Alex, taking him by the neck and pushing him over on top of Robbie as he moved to his ass pushing his legs apart. Jack rubbed his cock over Alex’s hole, pressed against it feeling its tightness resist him.

“Do it…stick me” Alex whispered as he held his head down feeling the fast beat of Robbie’s heart. Jack bore down and penetrated Alex and he eased his cock into him slowly until he was over half way in. Alex eased up and began to pump his hips, working his own cock into Robbie then pushing his ass back onto Jack’s cock.

***

Toby woke with a start and realized he was still naked and his cum was dried on his skin. His cock was still half hard and he eased up into a sitting position putting his feet on the floor. He stretched his arms out and then upward leaning forward to miss the upper bunk feeling the tightness in his back loosen. He stood up and looked around his room, the interior dim with the only light his desk lamp. He moved to his desk looking at his phone seeing he had no missed calls and then he glanced out the window. He did a double take and then moved closer to the window not sure what he was seeing at first. Across the way in the room of Jack’s friends he saw a head against the window and someone over it and he realized they were fucking and he looked closer and realized it was Alex over what appeared to be the other guy, Bobby, or Roger or was it Robbie? He watched them, the way the head against the window appeared to be rocking against the glass and he could see Alex holding the guy’s legs as his body undulated back and forth, obviously fucking his ass and it excited Toby to witness this sex between two guys and he watched them intently until his own cock grew hard. Toby took his cock and began to stroke it, feeling it harden all the way as his hand moved up and down the shaft. He leaned toward the window till his forehead was pressed against the glass, his hand jacking his cock as he watched Alex fuck. How long he didn’t know but he felt his need to cum quickly, and he pumped his cock furiously as he watched the guys fuck. He felt his cock swell in his hand and he was soon pumping his cum out, spattering the window with his load and as he was pumping it out he saw Alex shift down some and behind him Jack rose up as he was fucking Alex.

“Oh shit” he uttered to himself and he stumbled against the glass and nearly fell to the floor. He regained his footing and looked up to see the guys had stopped and were looking his way.

***

“Holy shit Jack, your roommate is watching us” Alex said with amusement and Robbie turned his upper body as much as he could so he could look out the window and Jack rose up and looked over Alex. Across the Quad in the window stood Toby, his naked body appearing to nearly glow from the exterior lighting illuminating him through the glass. They watched as Toby came to realize they were looking at him and then stumbled back out of view closing the blinds roughly.

“I’ve got to go” Jack said as he pulled his hard cock from Alex and began to quickly dress. Alex pulled from Robbie and the two of them watched Jack scramble into his jeans, his boxers still on the floor. He shoved his feet in his shoes sans socks and grabbed up his t-shirt and ran out the door not bothering to put it on first. Alex and Robbie sniggered at the way Jack rushed out of the room.

Robbie slid off the table and took Alex in his arms, nestling his cock between the cheeks of his ass. He pumped his hips pressing it against Alex and then he put his hand on Alex’s neck and pushed, bending him over till his cheeks spread open and Robbie put his cock to his hole and drove into him, hard, all the way. He fucked with full swings of his hips, driving his cock into Alex and he reached around Alex’s lean body and took his cock in hand, stroking it in rhythm with his fuck.

Both of them had been so close before, their cocks flexing up and down ready to explode and as Robbie pushed his cock into Alex’s hole he stroked Alex’s cock. Alex couldn’t take anymore and he pushed his hips back and jerked forward spewing cum across the floor, wad after wad until the last dribbled from the head and Robbie’s hand smeared it down the shaft.

Robbie felt each ejaculation as Alex’s hole milked his cock and he fucked faster, driving his cock through Alex’s hole until he felt his body tighten, his cock swell up more and he slammed into Alex hard pumping cum in him.

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Jack threw open the door to find Toby trying to button a shirt, only half of the shirt’s tail tucked into his khakis. Jack went across the room and grabbed Toby by the arms and made Toby look him in the eye.

“You only like to watch…or do you like to join in?” he asked Toby, still breathless from running across the Quad and up the stairs.

“What…look…please…I don’t know” and Jack saw the confusion on Toby’s face, the conflicted emotions, the indecision and he reached out and ripped open the shirt sending the buttons flying across the room and he tugged the shirt down Toby’s arms as he leaned to him and pressed his lips to Toby’s. At first Toby just stood there letting Jack manhandle him, tugging his shirt off and kissing him on the lips, then he changed, his emotions broke and he grabbed Jack around the neck, hugged their bodies together as he kissed back, roughly, shoving his tongue into Jack’s mouth.

Jack pulled back and grabbed Toby’s t-shirt at the neck and ripped it down the front, roughly stripping it from his body. He leaned over and put his mouth to Toby’s left nipple, tongued it, sucked on it some and then he did it, took the rising nub of the center in his teeth and he bit down making Toby cry out. Jack ran his lips and tongue up and around Toby’s neck, along his jaw and over his ear. His hands worked to undo the khaki pants, struggling with the belt.

“Wait” Toby said as he pulled back from Jack, “let me.”

Jack suddenly stopped and watched as Toby stepped back and Jack, for the first time saw the body Toby had been concealing. His skin appeared to glow in the dim light of the room it was so fair and smooth and Jack couldn’t believe the muscular body, its broad shoulders and its clearly defined form. Jack’s eyes scanned down Toby’s body as he stood in front of him and he looked at the trail of reddish brown hair that formed at his navel and traveled downward disappearing into his pants. Jack looked up at Toby and smiled seeing Toby anxious face relax and give him a small smile back.

“Why do hide this body…Jesus” Jack uttered in a low voice.

“I…” and Toby just stopped talking as he reached down and undid his belt, unbuttoned his khakis pulling the zipper down. Jack watched as the khakis came open revealing the blue boxers beneath and he watched as Toby systematically pulled his legs free and laid the pants over his desk chair. Toby stood for a moment, hesitate to go further and Jack removed his t-shirt, tossing it on the floor, then he undid his jeans, opened them up revealing his cock and he pushed his jeans down, raised one foot then the other pulling them free. He stood back up naked, his cock rising up hard as he looked at Toby, his eyes scanning down Jack’s body.

“Take off the boxers” Jack said in a low soft voice and Toby took them by the waist band and eased them down. He stepped out of them and kicked them over to the side of the room landing them on top of Jack’s t-shirt. Jack smiled at this one moment of carelessness and looked at Toby, naked, his long cock hanging loose over his sac and he moved to him, took him by the chin and kissed him gently.

Jack led Toby to his bed and eased him down on his back.

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It had just been a kiss and a grope in the underground garage of the American embassy in Brussels. I’d pulled away from him and told him that he’d misjudged-that I wouldn’t report him that time, but that he’d misjudged me and he should stay well away from me from then on or I’d have to report him. I wouldn’t report him, though, I didn’t want there to be any spotlight on a junior consular affairs officer in his first overseas posting.

And Dieter Jouret hadn’t misjudged me. When I opened my apartment door two nights later, after I’d had time for the momentary encounter with the golden hunk of a local embassy driver in the dark of the subterranean garage to play over and over again in my mind-extrapolating to the possibilities of it-I just stood there, dumbfounded and trembling. I put up no resistance when Dieter entered the apartment, shoved the door shut with his foot, picked me up in his arms, and carried me into the bedroom. I lay there on the bed, chest heaving in ragged breathing as he pulled my sweatpants and briefs off-I had been bare-chested-and knelt between them and worked my cock with his mouth and tongued my ass.

I had spread my legs for him myself, my heels digging into the edge of the foot of the bed, and my hands buried in the blond hair of his head-and moaned. God, how I’d moaned as his mouth worked my cock, balls, and asshole. I nearly lifted my butt off the bed and squeezed his skull as he swallowed my balls and sucked them while two fingers worked their way into my ass.

I’d said nothing, made no effort whatsoever to tell him to stop-to repeat that I wasn’t like this and would report him.

I obviously was like this. I’d been like this all through my first year at college, letting a senior jock spike me after a night at a beer hall-and then his friends as he spread around that I could be had-stopping only when I woke up one morning in a fraternity house and realized that all of the brothers in the house who had wanted to had known me, in succession, throughout the previous night. I was frightened and disgusted not because they had done it-or even that I had allowed myself to get so drunk that I didn’t prevent it-but because I had enjoyed it.

I had been shocked when one of the fraternity brothers said that this was what I’d been rushed by the house to do. To be the house punch. To take a train whenever the brothers felt so inclined-that my willingness to be fucked had been spread all over the campus. I’d packed up my stuff and left the house that day. And I transferred colleges my second year. My father had been miffed, as he’d been in that fraternity and in that college, but I could tell him why I’d left other than that I had found I didn’t like fraternity life-and that college didn’t have the major I wanted to pursue. The latter was true. I decided I wanted to go for foreign affairs-of the diplomatic kind. I wasn’t looking for a French guy to spike me.

I swore off on sex with men after that and thanked God that the Foreign Service exam polygraph didn’t include any lifestyle questions such as that.

I hyperventilated, with my own hand going to my cock, as Dieter stood up between my legs, stripped down to reveal a glorious, heavily muscled body, and a huge erection, and smiled down at me while he snapped the condom on the cock.

Thinking back on having sworn sex with men off, I thought that at least he wasn’t French-but then I realized that I was beginning to hyperventilate and be a little crazy.

“Am I right? You’ve been fucked before?” Dieter asked, as he smoothed the condom out along his thick cock. “I know you want it now, but it makes a difference whether you’ve had experience.”

“It’s been a long time . . . but, yes.”

He came down on top of me between my spread legs, took my head between his hands, and possessed my mouth with his to cover my groans as he worked his cock inside me. He was big; bigger than most I had taken. When he was saddled, he released my mouth and looked down into my face, smiling, as I arched my back and started to pant in answer to his beginning a slow pump.

“It’s OK? It’s good for you?” he asked as he, at first, gently pressed in and pulled out.

“It will be good,” I answered with a whimper. He hurt like hell now, but memories were coming back. He was as thick as anyone I remembered at college. And I couldn’t deny that I had become addicted to the cock there before determination pulled me away from it.

“It’s good, then,” he murmured. “I’ll fuck you good.”

He took me the first time in long, slow strokes, holding me close, whispering to me, as I lost the battle of not acknowledging his right of victory and started moving my pelvis with him and rubbing my heels on the backs of his thighs.

The second time was rougher, demanding more of my cooperation and involvement, as he put me on all fours, crouched over me, and fucked me doggy style.

Later, as we were finishing up a beer and a snack at the breakfast table, I gave up all-answering his demand and gesture by standing and coming to where he sat, lowering myself in his lap, as he encircled my torso with his arms, and fucking myself on his staff.

“Do you have any fantasies?” he asked me in a murmur as I was rising and falling on his cock, and my thoughts went back six years, to my first year in college, and I leaned over and whispered in his ear, not being able to voice it aloud.

The next Saturday Dieter was driving me to Amsterdam. I knew I was being rushed, but he’d opened a door for me that had been closed for six years and that I hadn’t realized haunted me as much as it did. And when he’d told me what he was offering, I hadn’t hesitated to tell him I was interested.

The club was entered through a half-basement door in an alley off Reguliersdwarsstraat. The cobbled-stoned street we walked down, with glassed cube projecting out of the buildings with scantily clad men in them, hawking themselves, left little question what section of the city we were in. Some of the men were young, some black or Asian, some hairy, some dressed in leather. A sign in the alley saying “Satyr’s Gehölz”-“satyr” being self-explanatory and “Gehölz” meaning “grove”-was blinking on and off in red neon lights over the door. We were met at the door by something as close to a satyr as possible with a man-bare-chested, the chest sprinkled with gold dust; hairy, animal-skin pants rising low enough to show a fringe of pubic hair and open at the crotch, although the doorkeeper had a codpiece covering his genitals; black ballet slippers giving the hint of cloven feet; a goatee; and devil’s horns on the head.

The wait staff in the main room was dressed the same, but without the codpiece. Four of the entertainers on the stage that was sunk at the far end of the long, narrow room, descending in tiers with banquet tables on them, also were costumed as satyrs. The fifth entertainer, a young blond man, bound to an X cross and being lightly switched by the other four, was simply naked-and beautifully formed.

Besides the cross bar and two lounge beds on the stage, there were the skeletons of two trees in the background with neon-colored cylinders hanging from their branches instead of leaves. I had no idea what they were until, as we stood at the bar, and Dieter encouraged me to drink a head-spinning drink, the young man on stage had been released from the X cross and been laid on one of the lounge beds. His ass was turned toward the audience, his legs spread and bent, his feet on the edge of the lounge bed. Two satyrs, one crouched on either side of him, were spreading his ass cheeks, revealing that his channel was gaping over-capable of accommodating more than one of the satyrs at the same time.

Dieter leaned over toward me and whispered, “Yes, it as you imagine. Does it arouse you?”

“Yes,” I answered simply.

The four satyrs had immediately begun to fuck him. They were grabbing the cylinders off the trees. They were condoms. They took him two by two.

We hadn’t been in the main room long before Dieter and I had been escorted to a smaller room off a corridor entered through a beaded curtain, and three satyrs, in succession, fucked me on a lounge bed while Dieter watched.

“You said you fantasized a train, being on a string. Do you want more? Do you want what the young man on stage-?”

“Not yet. Not now,” I answered, frightened at the prospect.

The experience and the promise of what it might move to far exceeded the fantasy I had whispered in Dieter’s ear, and I felt trapped. But it was my own released desires that entrapped me. I was a wildcat in bed in my apartment with Dieter that night.

He lay flat on his back on the bed, allowing me to spread-eagle him and bind his arms and ankles to the corner posts, and I rode his cock hard. I rocked back and forth on the long, thick, hard cock, taking it deep into my channel. My back was arched and I was rubbing and pinching my nipples hard with my thumbs and fingers.

“Yes, ride it. Fuck yourself,” Dieter murmured, smiling up at me. I slitted my eyes and imagined myself one of the men in the glass cubes on Reguliersdwarsstraat in Amsterdam, offering myself blatantly to any man coming along who wanted me. I had never been so wanton. In the fraternity house I had been drunk and I just lay there, with my legs open. Here I was exercising fantasies I never even knew I could entertain.

“Release my right hand,” Dieter growled. “And raise yourself a bit on your knees. I’m going to take over the fuck.”

I continued to stare down into his eyes, in a half trance, as I slowly rocked on the cock and fiddled with my nipples.

“Now,” he commanded.

Shocked back into the present, I did as he bade. There was enough play in the bindings on his ankles that he could bend his knees and elevate his thighs. When he did, he pitched me forward a bit over his chest. I had to prop myself up on the heels of my hands on either side of his shoulders to keep myself from collapsing on his chest. With his free hand, he cupped my cock, giving me a sheath to slide in and out of as my pelvis responded to the rhythmic thrusts inside my channel of his cock. We came nearly together as we were kissing. And when we did, I collapsed on his chest.

“Release me,” he muttered. “Then I fuck you in the shower.”

I was hard when I woke in the morning, my fantasizing of selling my body from one of the glass cubes in Amsterdam having extended into my dreams. I masturbated and then groaned and rolled over on my side, ashamed at how wanton I had become in such a short time. When I rolled over I encountered another body. I was momentarily surprised and confused.

“Mount me. Ride the cock again,” Dieter murmured in a sleepy voice. Sleepy or not, he was rock hard too.

I hadn’t been in Belgium for more than three weeks yet. My resolve back there after my first year in college hadn’t meant much.

* * * *

My shock was total. I couldn’t look at the photos, but I also couldn’t take my eyes off them. All I could do was try to make my mind go blank and pretend that I was anywhere but here. But Hamilton, Hamilton Boyd, one of the embassy’s senior political officers, was sitting there, across the table from me in one of the consulate’s interview rooms, looking at me expectantly. Waiting for me to give a rational explanation for photos of three satyrs fucking me.

I worked my jaw, but nothing came out. I wanted to say something indignant about secret cameras and the assault on my privacy-to ask him how the photos had come into his possession in the first place-but I knew how stupid that would sound. Dieter had offered the experience to me and I had shown interest-and carried through with it. It was just a good thing-for both Dieter and me-that the photos weren’t taken in my apartment. I had been pretty docile with the satyrs. I had been fully wanton with Dieter that night-even in the shower, when Dieter had mostly crouched and backed up against the tiles, holding my buttocks spread with his hands while I plastered myself to him like a spider, with my arms around his neck and fucking myself on his tool with the leverage of my feet against the tile wall.

“It’s a good thing these were brought to me and not the consul general,” Hamilton said. “I’ve always tried to be broadminded, but Sarah is about as straight laced as they come. And speaking of come . . .”

I turned my head away from the photos in embarrassment.

Sarah. He had that right. We called her Sister Sarah behind her back. She gave sour grapes a good name.

“It’s not what it seems. I can explain . . .” I started to say, but I just let that peter out. It was exactly what it seemed. There was nothing to explain other than that Dieter had reopened a door for me and I had walked right through. The door led to a world and a set of desires I’d sublimated and had no idea how much I still wanted. And Dieter’s world included much more than I’d ever done before-even promising more than I had done as yet-and what he had introduced me to was something that I regretted going all of these years without.

“It was just a fluke . . . just that . . .” But my voice wavered and I clamped my mouth shut when he pulled out a second set of photos. The same compromising positions; different satyrs. If he’d asked me if they had been taken on a different date, I couldn’t truthfully have said yes. Dieter was shown off to the side in this set of photos, his cock out and in his hand, as he watched me being fucked.

Dieter. God, they knew about Dieter too. He wouldn’t be coming to me tonight?

Shit, I thought. That’s how far gone I am-sitting here with damning evidence under my nose that could put me on an airplane before dark and worrying that what Dieter gave me would be stopping.

But, still, all they’d do to me was bundle me back to the States and maybe fire my ass. There was no such thing as a dishonorable discharge in the State Department. I could just say that the life didn’t suit me and go on to the next job. What could they do to Dieter? He was just a chauffeur.

I had done it with a local-hire chauffeur-had let him control and manhandle me. Some embassy officer I was.

“You realize that you could be sent back to the States and be separated from the Department,” Hamilton said.

Of course I realize that, I thought. Haven’t you been listening to what I’ve been thinking?

“If you stayed here and these fell into the wrong hands, you could be compromised. And the business of the United States could be compromised as well.”

I hadn’t thought about that. Good, god, he was right. I hadn’t thought about that. Dieter was a local, not an American staffer. He could have blackmailed me with photos like this. Would I have given him what he wanted? Yes, if I was being honest with myself-especially if he kept giving me what I wanted.

“Why, whoever held these in their hands could control what you did if you weren’t sent home and fired.” Hamilton had continued speaking through my thoughts.

Right, you’ve essentially said that already, I thought. And then I looked at him. He was just sitting there, looking at me, expectantly. He even was giving me a little smile. What did he . . . ? Oh, shit.

“You say no one in the embassy but you knows about these?” I asked.

“No, no one.” Still he sat there looking at me expectantly.

He wanted to fuck me. He was the one who wanted to hold this over my head under the threat of being fired and sent back to the States.

“You . . . want me to let you . . . ?”

“I want you to turn this into something good for the embassy, for the United States,” Hamilton said. “I want you to do certain work for my office right here in Belgium, as needed. Something that would serve the interests of the United States, something that these photos show me you wouldn’t find too repugnant. Then you wouldn’t have to go back to the States, you wouldn’t be fired, and the consulate need know nothing at all about it.”

Fuck, I thought. He’s with intelligence. The senior political officer job. I should have known. That’s often a title they give to the chief of station of the intelligence people. “If I cooperate with you, you will destroy those photos and won’t turn me in?”

“You know I can’t destroy the photos, Allen. But it would just be working another aspect of embassy business-more important business, I think, than issuing visas to Belgians wanting to go to the States.”

I didn’t say no. I didn’t say yes, either. I just sat there, probably looking as miserable as I felt.

“I’m taking a little sail out of the marina in Oostende on Saturday, Allen. The consulate’s closed on Saturday. I’d enjoy having your company.”

I didn’t say no. I still half thought that he just wanted to fuck me himself.

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Hamilton had told me to drive to Oostende separately. When I arrived and found the boat slip he’d given me the number for, he was there, on an old motor yacht from the thirties, which had a white hull and a polished teak superstructure and a large covered fantail at the stern. It was sort of like I was entering a movie set from the 1950s. It appeared that I was the last of the guests to arrive, as the yacht cast off and motored out into the English Channel as soon as I had arrived.

Besides Hamilton and a small yacht crew of silent men in white shorts and T-shirts, there was just me and a middle-aged Arab, who must have been of some importance, but that wasn’t completely true. There also were two burly bodyguards who appeared to be Italian or Spanish waterfront thugs and stood on either side of the yacht at the fantail and kept scanning all of the ship traffic with their eyes and never looking back under the canvas cover where Hamilton, the Arab, and I sat, drinking scotch. They seemed more like fixtures than passengers, though.

The Arab seemed highly cultured-and rich-but he was dressed in the traditional robes of the Arab world. He was a graybeard but probably no older than his early fifties, and, although hawk-nosed, was not all that unattractive. He obviously was well-groomed and took good care of his body, and he wore gold rings, with huge gemstones in them, on multiple fingers of each hand. He spoke in refined tones-conversing with Hamilton in French, which I was only beginning to master myself, having studied it only for a short time before coming to Belgium specifically for this assignment.

I was there with Hamilton and the Arab as we steamed out into the shipping lane, but I wasn’t being made any part of the conversation. I wasn’t under any illusions. I figured I was there for the Arab-and maybe Hamilton too-to fuck, but they were making me feel as much like just a fixture up until I was needed as the two guards were.

The most attention I got was when Hamilton leaned over and pulled my T-shirt over my head and said something to the Arab that made him slit his eyes and lick his lips. He made me uncross and spread my legs and lean back and stretch my arms along the back of the bench I was sitting on too, which puffed my chest out.

I got the impression that whatever serious business they had to conduct-and I couldn’t imagine any reason for this excursion other than that the Arab had information Hamilton wanted or engaged in services Hamilton sought, or vice versa-had mostly already transpired. Their conversation was more active as we pulled out of the harbor than later, tapering off as we reached the shipping channel. Although they were speaking too rapidly in French and in tones that were too quiet for me to fully hear, I did hear the term “al-Qaeda” mentioned occasionally, which is what led me to believe that the Arab was providing Hamilton with intelligence sensitive enough to require this venue.

As their conversation wound down, the Arab increasingly turned his attention to me. He seemed to be asking questions about me and Hamilton was answering them-in French-as he, also, looked at me. I got the distinct feeling that I was being assessed and talked of in terms of a commodity. And thus when Hamilton turned to me and said, “This gentleman would like you to retire with him into the yacht’s master cabin,” I can’t claim that I was surprised.

“Is this what I’m along for? As part of the payoff for whatever he’s told you.”

“He’s giving me very useful and important information, Allen. It is very valuable intelligence for the country. Surely you knew what you were being invited on this cruise for. Now, stand and strip off those shorts so that he can see what he’s being offered. And smile nicely for the man. Please don’t embarrass us all and queer the future usefulness of Mr. Al-Fatib by making a fuss. You are to show him a good time.”

“Used like a slab of meat off a rack?”

“For the moment, here and now, yes. I know exactly what you’re capable of.”

I stuck my chin out at him, ready to retort that those photos with the satyrs were pretty basic, when he took the wind out of my sails and forced me to withdraw into myself.

“There are cameras in your apartment too,” he said. “I’ve seen what you can and will do for the chauffeur.”

Al-Fatib, if that was what his name really was, which I highly doubted, fucked me in the main sleeping cabin of the yacht. One of his bodyguards stood inside the cabin door, looking stalwartly away from the action on the bed, there, no doubt, only to assure that I wasn’t going to assassinate his precious boss. I was completely naked, though, so if I was going to assassinate him, it would have to be with my bare hands.

I was somewhat surprised that other than the robe-which I think is called a dishdasha-the only thing the Arab was wearing were those rings and a gold chain around his neck with a large half-moon medallion. He was in good shape, the best shape that money could buy a fifty-year-old man; his cock was long, if thin, and his balls hung low.

He wanted those balls sucked as his cock lengthened. I was on my back, my feet on the deck at the foot of the bed and the Arab’s body suspended over me, his knees on the bed, hugging my thighs, and his fists buried in the mattress above my head as I sucked his balls and squeezed his cock between both of my hands. When he was ready, he moved his feet down to the floor, grabbed my legs beneath the knees, and raised my legs over my head, nearly flat on the mattress above my head, which rolled my pelvis up to where my asshole was pointed to the ceiling. He continued gripping my legs, holding them flat against my shoulders, as he attacked my asshole and cock and balls with his mouth.

I writhed under him, using every form of French I could think of to tell him that I wanted him inside me. I convinced myself that I was playing the role that Hamilton wanted me to, but now that I was here, in this position, I wanted to be fucked. At length, after the bodyguard helpfully supplied him with a condom, he complied, taking me in long, deep, expert, businesslike strokes. I obviously was just part of the deal for him.

He fucked me all the way back to the dock, while his bodyguard stood, there, stony faced, keeping the level of his stare at the top of the headboard.

I was still panting and moaning when Hamilton came back into the cabin, all smiles, telling me how pleased the Arab had been with me and how successful our little operation had been.

“Our” little operation, I thought. Gee thanks for giving me some of the credit.

I started to struggle to get up off the berth, but Hamilton motioned that I should stay put. And then I saw, through the cabin doorway beyond him, that the yacht’s crew was lining up.

“The photos I have of you,” he said. “They indicate that you have special desires. I wanted you especially for this operation, because I’ve borrowed the yacht and made promises to the crew. I think you will enjoy them; I know they will enjoy you. And I have to know how far you will go.”

I lay back on the bed with a moan-and spread my legs. I couldn’t deny what I liked, and I’d already gotten a good look at the crew members-all five of them hunks, I thought, although I was to find that there were six of them.

They were all fit and randy and, as I was later to discover on my visits to Oostende, were all expert cocksmen as they stood in line to take me in succession.

Eventually, Hamilton found out how far I would go and what Dieter had offered me was fulfilled, as one of the crewmen laid on his back and pulled me down on his cock and another one came between my legs and worked his cock in above that of the other man. It was complete. Hamilton could offer me up for double penetration if need be.

As Hamilton and I were leaving the yacht, he murmured to me, “Now, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

I didn’t answer him then, but when he went on to say, “I will release you from any obligation for future operations of this nature, if you wish. Or do you wish to continue?” I hesitated only for a moment before answering, “Yes, I wish to continue.”

I had made and voiced my acceptance and only had a moment of second thoughts and flash of anger when we reached the parking lot and I saw that the embassy car that had come to pick Hamilton was chauffeured by my Belgian lover, Dieter Jouret, who had seduced me and taken me to the Satyr’s Grove club where the incriminating photos had been taken. Dieter was Hamilton’s chauffer.

Dieter had the decency to shrug and give me an embarrassed look when I saw him standing by the embassy sedan. He wasn’t so embarrassed that he failed to show up at my apartment door that night-and I wasn’t so mad or embarrassed that I didn’t let him into my apartment and my bed or to whisper the question in his ear in the night on whether he knew of any hunk who might join us.

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The Nerd looked at his watch as he sat in the museum security room waiting for the right time to make his entrance. The main floor of the museum was packed with villains and criminals, all waiting for the main event. He looked at the monitors with disgust and he sneared as they milled around. They were all fools. Every single one of them. For years they have fought to defeat Ultraman and ended up in jail for failing. With one brilliant plan he not only took down the hero but soon his place in New Statesville will be secured.

The villain went over to the table where some of his gadgets waited for his attention. He had built all of these on his own. Unlike pathetic villains like the Puzzler whose gadgets were used to commit crimes, The Nerd made his gadgets for domination. Growing up, he was always picked on because he was smarter than other boys. His small stature was a magnet for bullies to treat him like dirt. Combined with the fact that he was gay made him a natural punching bag. After tonight he would never be bullied again. Ultraman would face his ultimate defeat and The Nerd’s name and face will be feared instead of ridiculed.

After making some final adjustments, The Nerd smiled as he checked his watch again. It was time to make his entrance. He left the security room and went around the long way to the stage where the rest of the criminal elite waited. Taking control of the museum was just one small step in his master plan. The villain not only made sure the museum staff would not interfere, but he even made a quick trip to the police station to make sure that the police would stay away tonight. The Nerd had some special plans for some of the policemen, but that could wait until tonight was over.

Taking a deep breath, The Nerd walked through the curtain towards the center stage. All eyes went to him as the conversations quieted down. He waited until the last of the talking died before he raised his arms in triumph. “Welcome everyone to a very special night. Our guest of honor will arrive soon and you all will witness history tonight. Tonight we take back this city and the world will bow to our might!”

The crowd cheered as The Nerd basked in all the attention. It was about time that people recognized him for the genius that he is. Tonight would only be the first of the many victories that awaited him as he took the world by storm. The villain looked towards the entrance doors as a silhouette floated down from the air. Good, it looks like his new pet was on time.

The Nerd gave the signal for his light crew to point the spotlights on the entrance of the museum. “Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you Ultraman!”

The hero looked stunned in the spotlight as the crowd started clapping and cheering. Ultraman looked like he hadn’t sleep at all. His normally styled blond hair was disheveled and his costume looked like he didn’t change from last night. The idiot really didn’t have a clue. The Nerd smiled as his plan unfolded exactly how he wanted it to. Ultraman paled as he realized exactly who was in the room. The Nerd wanted to laugh at the hero’s predicament. This was only the beginning, he thought with glee.

“Ultraman, come on up!” The Nerd shrilly called out. The fear on Ultraman’s face was too delicious for him to see. His cock sprang to life as he watched the hero slowly make his way to where his fate rested. Every step that he took, the hero looked more fearful. He might have been able to defeat of the villains and criminals gathered here in peak condition, but judging by the bulging briefs that he wore, the hero was getting too turned on to resist. Groping hands touched every part of his body as he made his way up to the stage. Ultraman was the ultimate prize for The Nerd to take. Handsome, muscular, and powerful, the hero was the symbol of all the bullies that he ever faced. With Ultraman in his control, the world would fall like dominos. He had big plans for the hero in the days to come.

As Ultraman reluctantly climbed the stairs to the main stage, his bulging briefs had transformed into a raging erection trapped in the confines of his tights. No longer having the powers to escape, the hero weakly stumbled on the stage. Completely powerless, there was no stopping tonight’s events from unfolding. He looked fearfully at his master, “Please don’t do this!” He begged.

The hero’s begging sent a sexual thrill through The Nerd’s being. His wildest fantasies could not compare to the real life hero begging for mercy. He wanted to take Ultraman right there in front of everyone, but he managed to control his urges. There will be plenty of time after tonight to ravish the hero. His eyes on the main prize, he turned to the villains and criminals cheering. “Tonight we will see a new era! Ultraman will be defeated and New Statesville will be ours to control!”

Ultraman shook his head in disbelief as he stood powerless on the stage unable to spring into action. The Nerd laughed at the irony. His hypnosis was too powerful for even Ultraman to resist. The villain walked over to where a small table sat in the corner of the stage. He snapped his fingers and two of the museum workers ran on stage and moved it right next to the hero. The Nerd has picked out the most handsome museum workers to assist him tonight. Using his hypnosis, he ‘recruited’ them to help out with tonight’s events.

As soon as his helpers ran backstage, The Nerd pulled off the cover on the table revealing the contents. In the center of the table was a folded costume that looked almost exactly like the one that Ultraman wore. Next to the costume was a black leather collar, a leash, wrist and ankle restraints, floggers, a strange wand, and assorted paddles.

“As you can see, I control the mighty Ultraman!” He said winking at the crowd. The Nerd picked up a flogger and lightly whipped the hero’s straining erection drawing everyone’s eyes to his arousement. “I asked you all here to witness Ultraman’s final defeat!” The crowd started cheering as the hero moaned in despair. “Ultraman, I command you dance and strip off your costume. Show the world the slut you really are!”

The hero reluctantly started to move his hips as the spotlight followed his every move. Dance music started to play as Ultraman started to take off his belt. His face was beet red as he swung the belt over his head like a lasso. The crowd went wild watching the mighty hero humiliate himself grinding his hips and thrusting his hard, spandex covered, erect cock towards the very criminals he spent years fighting.

The lights dimmed until the spotlight on the hero was the only light in the room. The Nerd smiled as the multicolored lights turned on, the very lights that brought about Ultraman’s fall. The hero turned around and shook his ass as he slowly took off his shirt. The crowd could not take their eyes off the hero as the combination of the hypnotic lights and the dancing hero caught their undivided attention.

“Look at Ultraman stipping for you, my estemed criminals of New Statesville!” The Nerd commanded as the lights danced all over the half naked stud. “You feel your will being drained and you feel relaxed while being entertained. I am your master and you will do as I command.”

Ultraman got his shirt over his head and he turned back around to face the crowd shirtless wearing only his trunks and tights. He ran his hands over his chest and nipples moaning like a bitch in heat.

“Your criminal empires now belong to me!” The Nerd commanded the mind fucked criminals in the crowd. “You will pay me 15% of your monthly income and no major crime will take place without my direct approval.”

Slowly sliding down his trunks, Ultraman turned so his muscle ass was facing the crowd. He twerked his ass slowly making sure every eyes was on it.

“You all belong to me!” The Nerd shouted with glee as the defeated hero discarded his trunks and slowly slid off his tights. His hard cock bobbed with desire as it sprung free from it’s spandex cage. Now totally naked, Ultraman faced his enemies defenceless and weak.

The lights slowly returned to normal as the hero stopped dancing. The criminals in the crowd had no idea that they were hypnotized and started to cheer at the naked stud. Ultraman was now no more. He was just a naked and aroused pretty boy waiting for his next command.

The Nerd stepped forward and held his hands out towards the defeated hunk. “As you can see, our little man likes to debase himself. For years he played the alpha when he really desired to be a bottom boy!”

The criminals all laughed as Ultraman hung his head in shame. Even if he could escape from this ghastly situation, his career as a hero was over. No one would ever take him seriously again once word of his humiliation got out. His cock remained rock hard contradicting the mortification of the defeated hero.

“This is just the icing on the cake!” The Nerd laughed. “Before Ultraman can take his place as the bottom boy of the criminal world, he must first look the part! Go and put on your new outfit, Ultraslave!”

The hero walked to the table and paled when he picked up the clothes that his master had laid out for him. As he slid on the red briefs with blue stars scattered on the cloth, everyone saw that it barely fit at all. Ultraman’s huge erection caused his a problem as he wrestled to get it contained by the skimpy spandex. When he finally managed to get the briefs on his erect cock caused the material to stretch to it’s limit. Next was a tunic with his famous white star in the center of the shirt. As he put it on, he realized that the shirt only came to his chest and his quarter sized nipples were barely covered by the shirt. The last of his new costume to put on where knee high boots that clung to his feet and calves like a second skin.

Once he was completely dressed in his new slutty outfit, his master commanded him to slowly turn around. The crowd cheered and laughed as every part of the hero’s body that was covered by the spandex was even tighter on him than his normal costume. He looked like a bottom boy slut with his cock erect and already staining his tiny briefs. Ultraman thought he would die from the humiliation of being paraded around in this slutty outfit.

“Now that our little hero is dressed in his new role,” The Nerd announced as he slapped the hero’s ass that was barely covered by his new briefs. “It’s time for him to atone for his sins against us. Since our hero is invulnerable, Boulder will be the one to administer his punishment!”

Ultraman paled and winced as the hulking villain lumbered on to the stage. He had a hard enough time fighting toe to toe with Boulder when he was at full power and the thought of being tortured by him sent waves of fear through his soul. He looked pleadingly at The Nerd to try and change his mind.

Boulder went right up to Ultraman and stood toe to toe with him staring down with hate in his eyes. Ultraman actually started to tremble in fear as he faced one of his most powerful foes. “I’m gonna make you pay for everything you did to me!” he spat. The villain lumbered over to the table and picked up a large wooden paddle and swung it a few times in the air. “Take down your panties, Ultraman!” He barked.

Ultraman looked on the verge of tears as he struggled to slip his briefs down his legs. His erect cock popped out of it’s spandex prison. Now completely naked from the waist down, the hero looked even more vulnerable standing next to his enemy. The Nerd snapped his fingers and one of his handsome assistants came on the stage with a stool.

Boulder ordered his nemesis to bend over with his arms resting on the stool. Ultraman obeyed without hesitation. “For every spanking that you get, you have to say you’re sorry for fighting crime!” He commanded in his booming bass voice.

The hero trembled as he waited for that first smack on his muscled ass. Licking his lips nervously, he looked straight ahead and braced himself. Boulder used all his might and slammed the wooden paddle on the hero’s ass. Ultraman cried out in pain and nearly fell flat on his face. The smack echoed through the deathly quiet room as the crowd watched in awe.

“I’m sorry for fighting crime!” Ultraman cried out.

SMACK!

“I’m sorry for fighting crime!” The hero said as he trembled in fear and pain. The force that Boulder was using would have killed a normal man and it was Ultraman’s invulnerability that kept him from being killed. Even with this power, he still felt the force of the spanking as pain slammed into his ass and shot through the rest of his body.

SMACK!

Ultraman could not help himself as tears started falling down his cheek. He never felt so helpless in his entire life. It was like he was a child being punished for stealing a cookie from the cookie jar. His ass began to change from pale white to a flushed red and it took all his strength to keep holding himself on the stool. Despite all the pain from being spanked, his cock still had a life of it’s own as the hardness of his erection pressed against his abdominals. Throbbing with delight, precum leaked from it’s head and slowly fell down to the floor of the stage. “I’m sorry for fighting crime!”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

As the spanking continued, Ultraman screamed out in pain. His tears continued to flow as his ass was beaten mercilessly with the wooden paddle. Each smack on his ass caused his screams to become more high pitched and shrill. The masculine hero had transformed to a screaming child being punished for being bad. Snot flowed from his nose and mingled with his wet tears as the might hero blubbered screaming and crying. His ass now looked like raw meat as Boulder channeled all his rage and hatred into beating it with his wooden paddle. The crowd watched with glee and laughter as the hero got his just desserts. His career was a superhero was over as word of these events would spread like wild fire.

The Nerd watched as his master plan was unfolding perfectly. This hunk of hero being reduced to a sniveling child sent a wave of pleasure as his fantasies changed to a reality. It was never his intention to just defeat New Statesville’s heroic champion. The villain wanted him completely destroyed both physically and mentally. This brutal crushing of one of the most powerful heroes in the world would herald his ascension into power. After tonight, his name will be feared by both criminals and heroes. Satisfied that Ultraman had been punished enough, he signalled Boulder to stop. The brute glared at him but lowered his arm. Like the rest of the criminals in the room, he was now bound to listen to him. As the hulking villain lumbered off the stage, The Nerd walked over to where Ultraman had collapsed and curled up into a tiny ball sobbing uncontrollably.

The crowd cheered as they loved every second of Ultraman’s punishment. The Nerd helped the hero to his feet and handed him his tiny briefs. Still crying from his beating, Ultraman struggled to get the briefs back on. Between the pleasure of his erection and the pain in his ass from being spanked, it was almost impossible to get the tight fabric in place.

“Now that Ultraman has been punished for his crimes against criminals, it is time for our hero to meet his new fate!” The Nerd proclaimed to the cheering crowd.

Ultraman groaned as he realized that his ordeal was not yet over. He did not know how much more he could take.

The Nerd gave the signal to his crew as two sets of curtains on each side of the stage came tumbling down. Two cylindrical chambers were revealed as the villain basked in the confusion of his new subordinates. This was his ultimate invention that will cement his powers and crush Ultraman. He took the hero by his muscled arm and led him to one of the chambers. Pressing a button on the chamber, the door whisked open and he shoved the frightened and helpless hero in and shut the door. The Nerd went to the other chamber and went into it as closed the door behind him. Pressing buttons on the console, the chambers hummed as they came to life.

The crowd watched in awe and confusion as both of the chambers started to glow. The humming filled the room and grew loud enough to override the hushed whispers of the criminals in the audience. A few minutes passed as the humming and glowing reached a high crescendo. The machines then went deathly quiet as the crowd waited to see what had happened.

The Nerd’s chamber opened first and the crowd gasped as what they saw. Gone was the short skinny nerd who always relied on his brains since he had no brawn. He stood 6 inches taller and his body had been transformed to a muscular masterpiece. His clothes were ripped to shreds and barely clung to his hulking body. The Nerd flexed his newly acquired muscles and laughed with glee as he looked at himself.

Raising his arms in victory, he strutted over to the other chamber and opened the door. Ultraman tumbled out and the crowd roared with laughter at the sight of the hero. Ultraman looked at the Nerd and gasped in fear. Then he looked at his own body and almost fainted on the spot. Gone was his beautifully muscled body. He lost several inches in height and his body was now very lean and thin. His briefs that barely fit him before dropped to the ground and his half shirt fluttered loosely on his new body. The collar around his neck was no longer tight as the hero could not believe what he had transformed into. Ultraman’s name no longer fit his body as he looked like a lean muscle twink instead of a studly super hero.

The Nerd grabbed the hero’s tiny arm and dragged him to the front of the stage. The villain loomed over the tiny hero showing the great contrast between their new bodies. Ultraman’s cock still was rock hard but it was much smaller than before. The crowd noticed and pointed at his tiny erect cock basking in the humiliation of the former hero. Ultraman covered his cock with his tiny hands and hung his head in shame.

“Behold the end of Ultraman!” The Nerd proclaimed loudly in his new baritone voice. He picked up the former hero and hovered in the air with his newly acquired powers. “Go and wreck havoc on his city! Once we have taken control of New Statesville, we will take over the world!”

The criminals all cheered as the former Ultraman started crying in his master’s arms. His powers were no more and even his identity has been taken away from him. Feeling truly vulnerable, the former hero sobbed against The Nerd’s massive chest. The villain slammed through the ceiling of the museum and flew into the night sky. The twink in his arms shivered as the cold of the night assaulted his thin body.

The Nerd smirked as he held his new boy against him flying to his new base of operations. Ultraman was no more and The Nerd was now powerful enough to make all his plans take a new life. He looked down at the former hero huddling against his body for warmth. First he had to train his boy to serve him. His massive cock began to grow as he thought of all the things he would do to the former Ultraman.

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He was what every gay guy dreamed about: smart, athletic, handsome, funny and had an ass that wouldn’t quit. There was but one flaw…the ring that he wore on his left hand…or so I thought.

I was a college student studying criminal justice. And, as a 21 year old, my mind revolved around two things…my studies…and men. So, when I was given the internship by the justice department to work in the State Parole Department, I jumped at the opportunity. How many times in my life would I get to work with the justice department on such a deep level as a student? Or, get the chance to work with hot bad guys and their equally good looking captors?

I reported in June to begin my internship. And, as I waited nervously in the lobby oddly annoyed by the female receptionist ogling me every time I looked up, I imagined my life beginning. A chance at a dream career, at my hard work paying off…a chance to prove myself right. For the last two years, my parents had seen me as the name of shame. A football star in high school, Dad wanted me to take the football scholarship to the renowned University of Alabama. Mom, being the artistic woman she was, wanted me to take the fantastic scholarship offered by the University of Tennessee for Commercial Music. But, that was their plan…not mine.

Instead, I took an academic scholarship to an out-of-state college…far from the reaches of the parentals…far from the homophobic world I was born into. It was time for Chance to live up to Chance’s standards. So, as I sat there nervously waiting, I couldn’t help but smile. Here I was…living my life. No, maybe I didn’t have a guy in my life…but, that didn’t matter. I was fine being single. Who had time to share one’s life anyway?

It was at that moment that I looked up to see the door open, and there stood a man that had me in every way…if he wanted it. He smiled and began walking my way. His stride was sure and confident. At about 6’1″, he was just an inch taller than me I noticed as I stood. His body was muscular, tanned, fit and full in all of the right places. His smile was captivating. With piercing blue eyes and a shaved head, a protruding crotch and sexy baritone voice, it took all I had not to drop to my knees and worship him.

“Hi, I’m Clay. You must be my new intern” he said authoritatively. I was in love at that very moment with a 30 something year old stranger…until I noticed the ring on his finger as he held out his left hand to shake mine.

“Yessir! My name is Chance Markham. It’s such a privilege to be here. I cannot tell you how thankful I am to have this…” I rambled as he cut me off.

“Whoa! Cool your jets, dude. You’re here because you’ve earned it. I’ve read your profile and resume. You don’t have to front with me to prove anything. You’ve already done that. Now, I’m about to head out to smoke if you’d like to join me, maybe? Give you a lay of the land?” He grinned. I would fall in love with that grin.

“Sure” I replied. I didn’t smoke, but for him, I’d do anything.

We walked around the premises, talked about sports since we both played ball in high school, discussed my future and then came the looming question.

“So, Chance, you gotta girl?” Clay grinned.

“No, no, not really. I’ve been too busy studying for that.” I nervously puffed on the bummed cigarette.

“Well, man, let me tell you. You aren’t missing that much. I’m 34, and me and the misses have been married for almost 10 years now. It’s hell. But, it’s nice to have someone to go home to, to unwind with…and, there is the sex.” He grinned again and belted out a husky laugh. “Besides, a guy like you must get all kinds of ass. Don’t just throw that away.”

I looked him over, yet again. He was an easy 190 lbs of masculinity. His back, legs, shoulders, arms, chest…it all was so well made. We were closely matched in size. At 6′ tall, I too had a well developed physique, chiseled jaw and plump football player’s ass. And, yeah, Clay was right. I did get a good bit of ass…just not the kind he was referring to.

We ventured inside and began my internship. For weeks, we got to know each other even more personally. Clay had served in the military…an ex-marine. He was a volunteer firefighter. He and his wife rarely saw each other, and I detected a hint of dissention there. But, not one negative word ever crossed his lips about her. It seemed that he truly loved her…but, from his description, I was left wondering whether she truly loved him.

My initial reaction to his looks and demeanor were enough to captivate me, so it broke my heart to think of this wonderful man not being appreciated. At breaks, at lunch, during late nights and early mornings, we bonded over everything from football to television shows to common, stupid interests. He was my friend…and, though I wanted so much more from a god-like man like him, I respected the boundary there. He was straight. And, though by now I suspected that he knew I wasn’t…like him…I figured that was just extraneous knowledge. Clay and I were friends…why would he care if I was gay and worshipped the ground he walked on.

After six months as his intern, Clay approached me that morning to congratulate me on my hard work and achievement. “You and I, mister, are going out tonight!” I had never been around him outside of work. I had grown accustomed to his perfectly pressed khakis and polo shirts.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“I don’t care. The wife is out of town for another couple of weeks; I’ve been roughing it at home by myself. So, I figured I’d let a hotrod like you show me the life I’m missing.” He grinned…that damn grin. So, I told him to meet me at my apartment at 8PM, and I would show him what the night life was all about.

As I began to get dressed after my meticulous shower and shave, I realized that I was getting ready for a date…not just hanging out with my friend…but, subconsciously, I was preparing for a date. “That’s stupid, Chance. You always go through all of this for a night out. Quit freaking yourself out.” And, at that moment, the doorbell rang.

My heart quickened as I raced to the door. “Hey man, c’mon in” I offered. Clay stood there gazing at my unbuttoned shirt, my tanned abs, my Calvin Klein undies peaking out from my jeans. I began buttoning up, and noticed that his gaze hadn’t abated. “Clay?”

“Oh, dude, I’m sorry. I kinda zoned out. Long day.” He grinned.

“Well, have a seat. I’ll be ready in a minute. Would you like something to drink?” I offered.

“Um. Water is fine” he said.

As I stood there pouring a glass for him, I checked him out in the mirror. He filled his jeans out perfectly. The curve of his ass and trunk like legs…the weight of his package filling out his crotch…a fitted white tee that showed his bulging arms when he moved and his developed pectorals when he took a deep breath…the sexy line of his spine between his shoulder blades…the shaved head and the smell of Chrome that he always wore.

I brought in the water, excused myself to finish getting ready and off we went. I took him to my favorite local sports bar, had some beers and bar fare and then to a club just a few doors down. We sat and people watched. We’d comment on drunkards dancing and stupid guy stuff. After awhile, the liquor started to get to us, so we decided to head to the roof top where the club owner had made an awesome pavilion for his smoking patrons.

The night air was cool and the gentle breeze was refreshing from the heat and humidity of the sex-crazed bodies below. “So, Clay? What do you think of my night life?”

He grinned. “Well, I’ll say this. I’m missing out on a lot. I have been.” I couldn’t help but notice his smile was gone. As I searched the face of my dear friend for a clue as he looked off into the distance, I noticed the single tear fall from his eye and traverse the contours of his right cheek.

“What’s wrong, Clay?” I hurt for him. This man, in the months I’d known him, had never had less than a smile on his face…and, here we stood atop a club in the dark velvety night, and he seemed broken.

“Have you ever…” he paused for a breath, “have you ever been in the place where you questioned everything in your life? Every choice, every road, every door?”

“Well, yeah, I have actually” I responded not sure where he was going with it.

“And, what did you find out about yourself?” he asked.

“Well, I’ve learned that living for other people, like Mom and Dad, doesn’t work. I’ve got to live for Chance. Why do you ask?”

“Natalie left me. That’s why she’s gone. She left earlier this week with signed divorce papers for me…today would have been our 10 year anniversary.” He sighed heavily.

“Oh man, Clay, dude…I’m so sorry. What happened? Nevermind, you don’t have to answer that.” I held my breath…I was getting way too personal.

“No, Chance. It’s fine. Well, I guess I got married for the wrong reasons and stayed married for the wrong reasons. I wanted to love someone…and, I wanted to be loved. The problem was that no matter how much I loved her, it wasn’t good enough. I was always just a liability to her, I guess. She didn’t want children or quality time with me. She didn’t want to have sex with me or even eat at the same table as me. But, I was hoping it would change. And, when it didn’t…I don’t know. I just figured that was my lot in life.” He lit another cigarette.

“So, what changed? What caused you to give up?” I asked.

“Nothing changed…but, I did give up. I realized that I was denying the truth. She didn’t love me. And, that if she didn’t, someone out here in this world would.” He took a long drag, and my heart felt like it was going to explode. If he only knew that someone was me.

“Clay, someone out here is going to love you. You’re a great guy…any woman on this earth would be happy with a good-looking, hard-working, friendly and caring guy like you…”

“Chance, that’s the thing…” he paused to take another long drag. “You’re right, I do think someone could love me. But, I’ve realized that I’m in love with someone, too.” My heart sank. But, Clay deserved it…whoever she was, she would get a good man.

“Well, I’m glad for you, Clay. You and Natalie were never right together, I thought. So, now it’s time for you to live for Clay.” I smiled and rested my hand on his shoulder.

“I just wish I knew how they felt before I put myself out there again. I just don’t wanna get hurt, you know?” He sighed. I knew exactly how he felt. “Chance, how would you tell someone that you loved them?”

“Oh, wow. Well, I’ve never done that before. But, I guess if I was going to tell someone I loved them, I’d have to just blurt it out. Otherwise, I must just chicken…”

“Chance,” Clay interrupted, “I love you. I have for months now. You’re all I think about…all I dream about. I know…I know…what a catch I must be. A 34 year old divorcee, but…” before he could finish, I leaned in to kiss him. As our lips met, and the heat of each others breath caressed our mouths, I felt Clay’s gentle hand on the back of my head and small of my back. Fiercely, consumed with passion, I locked my arms around him, probing my tongue into his mouth and finding him exploring my mouth with his as well.

After several minutes, he pulled his head back, breathing heavily and asked, “Which place is closer? Yours or mine?” Moments later, we were rushing down the stairs to the street to hail a cab. And, as luck would have it, we were being escorted to my apartment within seconds. As we sat in the back, we held hands-my right and his left-and there stood the tan line of a ring that was the symbol of his oppression and my opposition. Where there was a mark of forbidden was now just a simple tan line.

When we reached the apartment, I closed the door and pulled him to the couch. As he lay on me, the weight of this man was sheer ecstasy. I began to kiss him and pull at his shirt. He leaned up, pulled it off and revealed a wall of muscle and fur, his abs contracting with every breath. He stayed there, simply looking at me, and grinned. “Chance, I’ve never…”

“It’s okay, Clay. It’s okay.” I whispered. He collapsed on top of me again, kissing me furiously, biting at my neck and making me groan and writhe. He began pulling at my shirt and once it was off, began bathing my pecs and abs in kisses down to the happy trail at my navel. I sat up, pulling his arm along with me and led him to the bedroom.

We stood there, at the foot of my bed, locked in an embrace that defined the moment as more than sex. It was love. As his massive hands explored my back and ample mounds in my jeans, I nuzzled his neck and nipples. “I love you, Chance” he said. I stopped and looked into those fiery blue eyes that dazzled in the low light.

“I love you, too, Clay.” He swept me up in his arms and carried me to the bed and lay me down. As he stood next to me, my trembling hands began to unfasten the belt around his narrow waist as he kicked off his shoes. I unbutton the jeans and unzipped them to release his 8″ uncut cock and plum sized balls.

I engulfed him, taking him into my throat with muffled sounds of my own pleasure escaping around him. He moaned and whimpered as he rubbed my shoulders and the back of my head, thrusting himself into my waiting mouth. I licked his shaft and lay on my back as I sucked on his perfectly shaved balls.

“Oh my God,” he muttered as he began crawling on the bed to me. In a perfect 69, he undid my pants, sliding down my underwear and began kissing the head of my waiting cock before plummeting down upon it like a hungry beggar. The sounds of slurping and moaning filled the room as we dug our fingers into each other and gave ourselves up the wild passion between us.

As I released his tool from my mouth, I said, “Clay, I want you inside of me…I need you.” And, with that, he lifted my legs and began probing my tight hole with his tongue and fingers. Again, I began to moan as this mammoth of a man knew what I wanted and showed every intention of giving it to me.

He moved himself from on top of me and turned around, again laying his weight on me as I embraced him. As he sat up, holding my legs open exposing my waiting hole, his blue eyes met my brown eyes, locked in a gaze of love…and, he grinned. As he positioned his helmet head at my hole, he bore down on me, stretching me with unimaginable kindness and care while never breaking the gaze we had with one another.

Once his head was inside of me, my mind was spinning at what was transpiring…this god of a man loved me and was making love to me. He began to lean in as he pushed deeper inside of my body until the hilt met its resting place. As I writhed and gasped for breath at the sheer pain of this man, he lovingly kissed my forehead and began thrusting forward and withdrawing just so to make me beg for more.

With each thrust, my body willing accepted him…I was his. And, Clay never once broke his gaze at me. My hands explored his sinewy back and grasped his haunches to make him go deeper, harder, faster. Our breath quickened as I felt his hand grab my aching cock and begin to stroke it. His thrusts became much deeper, and quicker, as he found his rhythm and fucked the adoring college kid that I was.

As his pace quickened, my own orgasm was impending. “Clay, I’m gonna cum. Oh my God, I’m gonna cum…” I warned. As he leaned in for one last kiss, his body began to tighten, and I felt his rod pulse within me. His triumphant growls ebbed with his orgasm as I felt rope after rope collide with my insides…the sensation that brought me to my breaking point as he stroked my hard cock. I began to shoot my load, spurting it on his furry chest and abs and on my own.

As our bodies reveled in the sexual bliss, he began to sink to his side pulling me close to him…kissing me passionately. We lay there…in the silence and stillness with my head on his chest. And, it was the sound of his breathing and heartbeat that I heard last as I drifted off to sleep in his arms.

That was three years ago that my king of a man became mine…and, even as I write this, he sits quietly reading in another room waiting for us to go to bed. And, that my friends, that is true love. Goodnight…

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The platinum blond was groaning and making whimpering noises. Cosmo was fucking him slowly, treating him like he was precious crystal, and marveling at the unknown why that the young man was bringing out his sensitivities in this way. The Greek pimp had been so anxious to get inside the young man, Devin, a singer in the Abias Club of the Mazagan Casino, in El-Jadida, near Casablanca, Morocco, that, as soon as he’d gotten him on board, he’d just bent the small man over the foot of the bed in the main cabin of the yacht. The platinum blond had one small foot on the carpet. He was suspended over the bed with his other leg bent on the bed. Cosmo had one hand cupping the young man’s breast and the other pulling back Devin’s arm so that he was held steady and completely at Cosmo’s mercy.

When recruiting a male prostitute and trying out the goods, Cosmo Eracules usually fucked them mercilessly-and then had his bodyguards fuck them as well, often in tandem-to ensure they could take it. He wasn’t doing that with Devin, though, and didn’t completely understand why. The beautiful young man with the platinum-colored hair cascading down to his shoulders, the milky blue eyes, the small, but perfectly formed slim body, and the alabaster-white skin had somehow spun a spell over him.

Cosmo had once been beautiful as well and had spun similar spells over men. But now, in his late fifties, he had gone the way that many Greek men did-from Apollo to a grizzled Zeus. Nearly hairless of body as a young man, Cosmo was now matted on the chest, forearms and calves with curly salt-and-pepper. His once arresting-featured face, the imperfections of which all balanced out to a distinctive visage of beauty, had now had the features coarsen to an ugliness that still, nonetheless, was arresting and commanding. The body had thickened, but he was still a heavily muscled, powerfully built man. What hadn’t changed was that he still had a thicker and longer cock than most men, he had the stamina of a thirty-year-old, if no longer a twenty-year-old, and he knew how to use his cock to subdue and dominate a man.

He turned his leg so that he could look down to where the cock was buried between two milk-white orbs. He simply couldn’t believe that something that thick was inside such a diminutive rosebud of a hole. But it was. He was only in four inches, less than half his length, and was moving the cock slowly in and out. The cock was pulsating and the muscles of the channel walls receiving it were undulating on the cock, making love to it. This had rarely happened to Cosmo before. He could do it in his youth himself. Now he was feeling what his lovers then felt and knew one of the secrets of keeping a man enthralled.

He was torn. He wanted to let loose and fuck the hole hard and deeper, but something inside him was holding him back, telling him to treat this small beauty like spun glass. His needs were getting the best of him, though. Four progressively deeper slides buried him seven inches inside.

Devin was panting hard and moaning deeply.

“Am I hurting you?” Cosmo asked. Why had he asked this? He was a pimp, assessing a prostitute for onward sale. When had he ever asked one before whether he was in pain? If they couldn’t take pain like this, he threw them back. His clients paid for only the best. Of course, as virginal as this young man seemed, there was a market for that too. It wasn’t a market that Cosmo served, however.

Devin murmured something between pants, and Cosmo crouched over the young man’s back and leaned his ear toward Devin’s moving lips.

“Fuck me good, Daddy.” Devin turned his head and took Cosmo’s mouth with his. His free hand went underneath his flat belly and found a small, but fully erect cock, and he began to stroke it. The undulation of his channel muscles seemingly was intent on pulling Cosmos deeper inside him.

With a groan, Cosmos sank his cock in another inch and began to stroke more rapidly.

Devin cried out, “Shit, yes!”

What sort of young demon was this, Cosmo asked himself. He was so shy and blushing in the club where Cosmo had assumed he was virginal and untouchable until a barman leaned over Cosmo’s shoulder, asked him if he wanted to fuck the young singer he was mooning over, and named a price.

The Greek pimp was about to let out the stops and test the young man’s metal just as he did any prostitute prospect, when Devin’s channel squeezed his cock and he ejaculated-almost simultaneously with Devin, who had been stroking his own cock.

Cosmo stood, pulled off the spent condom and tossed it into a nearby wastebasket.

“You are so hairy-and so powerful,” Devin whispered as he turned onto his back and looked at Cosmo’s beefy body towering over him. “And, god, that cock. Let me suck you.” The voice was one of a child, a high-pitched tenor, and almost to the point of baby talk. Such a contrast, Cosmo thought, already feeling his juices begin to flow again. What was this magic the young man was spinning? He moved in between Devin’s thighs and Devin cupped his heavy balls. He moved his tongue to the balls, and Cosmo shuddered and moaned.

This wasn’t the way it was supposed to be. He was the master, not the other way around. The Greek pimp, roaming the world, picking up handsome young studs, and selling their services to rich high rollers. He had a commission to provide young men to an Arab prince here in Morocco. He’d been closing the deal on another young man, a German, when he’d heard Devin singing in the beach resort’s Abias Club and was smitten.

“You are hardening again-so soon,” Devin murmured after tonguing up one side of Cosmo’s cock and down the other. “And so big. So very big.”

“Have you had many men before? I didn’t think-“

“Not many. None before going to work in the club. And none as big as you are.”

All questioning ceased then, as Devin’s lips opened over the bulb of Cosmo’s cock, and the older man wasn’t able to manage much more than a succession of moans.

“Wait,” Cosmo murmured a bit later as he stood closer in between Devin’s legs and the young platinum blond, having pushed a pillow under the small of his back, was tugging at Cosmo’s rehardened cock, pulling it to his hole. “I have to get another rubber.”

“I can’t wait. And I want to feel you fully inside me,” Devin cried out. The childlike high tenor voice made Cosmo shudder, and he grabbed Devin’s waist in both hands and, this time, thrust deep inside him, giving no quarter, giving him the entire length.

Devin jerked and groaned. “Yes, all of you. Fuck me hard!”

Cosmo crouched at the end of the bed, pulled Devin’s pelvis up to his, and began to stroke hard and deep. Devin’s boyish torso arched back toward the surface of the bed, with only his shoulder blades and cheeks touching the surface. He was whimpering but he also was murmuring a litany of “yes, yes, yes, like that, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.” He grabbed Cosmo’s beefy thigh with one hand and his own cock with the other, as Cosmo blotted out all thought of working with spun glass and stroked, stroked, stroked, deep, hard, fast. And fired off again and again and again, with the small beauty under him crying out “Yes, give it to me. Give me your cum!”

No one for years and years had pulled so much cum out of him-and given him so much pleasure. Pulling his cock out of the hole and watching the rosebud close right up again, with cum dribbling out and down the young man’s inner thighs, Cosmo again was amazed at the treasure he’d found-and, possibly, ruined by losing his control.

But Devin already was reaching out for him and murmuring, “Do me again, Daddy. Fuck me again. You’re so big. Nobody fucks me as big and deep as you.”

Intellectually, Cosmo wasn’t fooled. He’d told this before to men he wanted to impress as well. But emotionally, Cosmo was stricken. All of his experience and training as a prostitute himself and a pimp were tossed to the winds. He was lost to this luscious young piece. He was already having second thoughts about passing him on. Almost. Maybe as he felt old age coming upon him and his sexual prowess weakening, he just wanted to believe.

Later, after Devin had agreed to the astronomical sum Cosmo cited for Devin to sleep with a couple of rich men at the casino, Cosmo showed Devin to a smaller cabin on his yacht, The Apyko, where Devin would be staying as long as he was with Cosmo.

“I can’t stay in your bed?”

“Occasionally, yes,” Cosmo answered. “But I think you’d kill me with your sexiness if you were there every night.”

They passed a room where the young German, who Cosmo had found losing at the punto banco table in the casino and had propositioned in the Abias Club bar as he watched Devin sing-progressively more interested in the platinum blond than the sultry, athletic Kurt-had been stashed.

He was on the berth saddled on top of one of Cosmo’s bodyguards, a big, black Nigerian, and was riding the cock for all he was worth. The German had not hesitated at Cosmo’s proposal to pull him out of debt. He had a great body and a hard, thuggish, but alluring, in its own way, face. Cosmo, who had tried him in a stall in the men’s room at the club; backed against the back wall; legs spread over the toilet seat; and the German plastered on his pelvis, arms around his neck, feet leveraging off the wall, and channel bouncing up and down on his cock, figured he’d fuck anything for money.

The bodyguard didn’t have that much money. So, Cosmo reassessed that the German would fuck anyone just for the hell of it. But he had a great body. He was highly salable. He was so wild he was time dated, though. Cosmo knew he’d flame for just a short time. The trick was to grab him and sell him at his brightest light.

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It took some time of unease for Cosmo Eracules to realize what was making him very uncomfortable with this scenario. When it hit him he began to sweat and to get lightheaded. His heart beat faster in his chest, and he felt a pain under his sternum. This had happened to him occasionally of late, and he had done what he could to push it into the background. He’d been blessed with good health all his life. He hadn’t seen a doctor since he was a teenager in Famagusta, Cyprus. It wasn’t convenient for him to get into that sort of maze now.

He was sitting in a club chair in a fourth-floor suite of the Mazagan Beach Resort on the Mediterranean coast just outside Casablanca, Morocco. Beside him, in another chair, sat Devin. Behind them stood a Nigerian and an Arab, Cosmo’s current bodyguards and general “muscle.” The Arab he’d come to sell the German and Devin to was in the other room, the suite’s bedroom. His own two bodyguards, both Arabs, were in there as well. Cosmo was seated so that he had a clear view of the king-sized bed in the other room.

Kurt, the German, was on his back, naked, on the bed. He was bound. His arms were stretched over his head and tied together at the wrists. His legs were spread and bent, feet flat on the surface of the bed, held in place by restraints at the ankle that tied off around the bottom legs of the bed on either side. He had a ball gag in his mouth and pillows under his buttocks, holding his pelvis elevated at the edge of the foot of the bed. The Arab was standing between his legs, pulling his robe-called a dishdasha-over his head. His naked body was lean, but well-muscled. His cock was long, but not thick. He was in full erection.

The Arab thrust his cock into the German’s hole strongly, grabbed him by the waist, and started to pump hard and deep. Kurt was going with the fuck, elevating his pelvis more by pushing off with his feet and matching the rhythm of the Arab’s fuck with the swinging of his hips. Cosmo nearly rose from his chair in frightful recognition of what this reminded him of. But he thought better of it and sank back down. It couldn’t be the same, he thought. And the Arab sampling the goods was part of the very lucrative deal.

The Arab leaned over and put his mouth on one of Kurt’s nipples. From the jerking Kurt was doing and the offbeat change in the move of his hips, it was evident that the Arab was chewing on the nipple. When he moved to the other one, Cosmo could see the smear of blood on the first one. The Arab’s hands were going to Kurt’s throat, and he was rhythmically choking and releasing. Kurt was gasping for air, which wasn’t easy with the ball gag in his mouth. He had completely lost the rhythm of the fuck and collapsed on the bed, his head turned toward the bedroom door, and a panicked look in his eyes.

Cosmo was shuddering, something he’d only once done before when he was in this position, and Devin placed a calming hand on his forearm. Cosmo turned to look at Devin and was slightly dismayed to see that the young platinum blond’s eyes were wide and he was licking his lips. He was enjoying the spectacle in the other room. Cosmo wondered if the young man understood that he was being sold to this Arab as well, that it soon very well would be his limits being tested on that bed.

The Arab produced a short, multithonged hand whip and flicked it over Kurt’s chest and thighs enough while he was stroking with his cock to raise welts. This must have been particularly enjoyable to the Arab as, with a jerk, and a long, hissing sigh, he came. He withdrew from Kurt’s ass, pulled the condom off, turned, and walked into the living room of the suite. One of the bodyguards in the bedroom took up the position between Kurt’s thighs that the Arab had vacated, entered Kurt’s ass with a thick cock, and began to slowly pump.

“He will do nicely, sir,” the Arab said as he walked into the room, his cock swinging low but still half hard. “Is this the other one? He looks luscious, but I wonder how long he will last. He looks much too delicate.”

“I didn’t catch your name,” Cosmo said. “Or where you’re from.”

“I’m from Kuwait. My name is Amir. Amir al-Shabat.”

Cosmo almost cried out in dismay. Al-Shabat. A relative of Jamir al-Shabat-the man who had used Andreas this same way years and years ago and had forcibly bought him-and who had wanted the young Cosmo too, and would have had him if Cosmo hadn’t escaped. He’d never heard from Andreas again. Selling a man to a man such as this-

“And is this sweet young man the other one you’ve brought to sell me?” Al-Shabat repeated. “You guarantee he is of age? Although perhaps I’ll pay you even more if he isn’t-and if you can attest that he’s still a virgin.”

“No, no. This is my young protégé,” Cosmo quickly said, standing, and pulling a confused-looking Devin up from his chair. “I only brought the one today. If you are pleased with the German, I’ll bring you another like him.”

Another like him, Cosmo thought, one who is hardened to it all; one who has half a chance to survive it.

In the other room, the bodyguard was being replaced between Kurt’s thighs by the other one. Kurt once more was alert, with his pelvis raised. As the second bodyguard entered his channel, he began moving his hips, going with the fuck. He had recovered and was going with the fuck-at least for now.

But could Devin take this? He showed surprising resilience, but Cosmo couldn’t imagine that his slight body could take what Kurt’s was getting. And besides, Cosmo was realizing more now that before how much he wanted Devin for himself.

Unsuspecting and very pleased with Kurt, the Arab confirmed that he would be interested in having two or three more young men like Cosmo, and Cosmo, Devin, and the two bodyguards backed out of the suite.

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Devin clung to Cosmo’s chest, lying on top of the Greek on the bed, his pelvis in motion on Cosmo’s cock, draining him yet again. Cosmo’s balls ached from the number of times the young man had drained him this evening-when Cosmo was supposed to be out at the casino, filling the Arab’s order.

There was such a thing as too much of a good thing.

The next day, they were driving into Casablanca in a hired limousine, which came to a stop at a nondescript wooden door in a compound wall. The door was opened to them by a young Arab, with sultry looks and downcast eyes with fluttering eyelashes, who looked not much older than Devin.

Once inside the courtyard to the palace, the fabulous wealth of the owner was evident. Devin was smitten with the lavishness of everything he saw. He was equally in awe of the distinguished-looking gentlemen, much of the same age as Cosmo, who met them at the top of one of the wooden stairways rising to balconies at various locations in the stone-paved courtyard with a massive iron fountain in the middle of it.

The room that the filthy-rich, titled, and reclusive Baron Henri Bourbon, wearing a burgundy-colored silk robe, ushered them into was a combination lounge and bedroom. The walls and bed curtains were covered in silk, the floor with Oriental carpets. Everything spoke of old money-and lots of it.

Devin was duly impressed with the opulence of the room-and with the length of the baron’s cock, which rivaled that of Cosmo, when the man opened his robe. The young platinum blond raised no objection when, with Cosmo sitting and watching from a wing-back chair, the baron asked to see Devin naked. Nor did Devin object when the baron pressed him down on the bed at its foot on his side, pulled one of Devin’s legs up along his torso, with Devin’s ankle at the baron’s shoulder, held Devin’s side down with the other hand, and slowly, at great length, fed his cock into Devin’s ass.

As the baron stroked inside Devin, Cosmo was a bit put off that Devin was making the same noises of wanting the fuck from the man’s long cock that he had made with Cosmo. But by now Cosmo had figured out that the young man was just playing the hand he held in the game of survival, just as Cosmo had done all his life. The catch was that Cosmo cared for this young man-more than he had for anyone before. It was perplexing and scary for him. He had made it through life being as hard as nails. He couldn’t give in to his desires at this point.

Cosmo stayed in the room through the second fucking. Devin was on his belly at the bottom edge of the bed, with the baron standing between his thighs. Devin’s arms were pulled back and his chest arched up by the baron’s grip on his wrists. The young man was begging for an ever-deeper fuck as the baron’s cock slid far up inside him, withdrew nearly the whole way, and then the long slide again. Cosmo noted that the baron seemed to like to hold Devin in bound positions, but he made little of that other than the quirk of it.

“I believe I would like one more sample before I decide,” the baron said when he was finished. “Perhaps Mustapha can show you into another room and be of service to you in the meantime.”

Mustapha, the young man who had opened the compound door to them, was a sweet fuck. Cosmo took him missionary style because he wanted to see the eyelashes flutter as he pumped the young man’s channel.

“God, the cock, the cock, Master. Gigantic. Thick. You’re killing me,” Mustapha was crying out.

Cosmo didn’t feel toward this sultry piece the way he felt toward Devin-and was determined not to become maudlin. He had been fucking the young man at no more than seven inches depth. He dove all the way in and increased the pace. “No, this is killing you.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Mustapha cried out. He began to pant and moan deeply. Cosmo fucked harder. He had to give up these concerns for the men he fucked that Devin had raised in him.

After he’d finished, still saddled as he went half flaccid, although he knew he wasn’t finished, and with Mustapha still moaning, he asked, “Am I bigger than the baron inside you?”

“You know I cannot say you are, Master.”

Cosmo was tracing some red welts on Mustapha’s chest and touching at a blue bruise on his side. “Did the baron do this to you?”

“I fell down the staircase from the balcony. I . . . oh, oh, OH!”

Cosmo had recharged and was starting to stroke again.

“Yes! Yes, you are bigger! Thicker by far, though the baron reaches as deep.”

“You want less of me?”

“Noooo!”

“It wouldn’t have mattered if you said yes. Tell, me, my dark little beauty. Am I not a more cruel lover than the baron?” Cosmo needed to be cruel. And this was but a servant. He needed to assert himself as a pimp, to will himself not to care.

“No, in truth, Master, you are not as cruel as the baron.”

This took Cosmo aback. It was not what he expected to hear-what he’d wanted to hear. He made some effort to prove that he was.

Later, when Cosmo rejoined the baron, clothed once again in his burgundy silk robe, the baron declared himself very satisfied with Devin and handed the sale money over to Cosmo. Devin wasn’t present, and Cosmo regretted that he didn’t have the chance to see him again. He offered money for Mustapha, having been pleased with him and assured that the Arab would be too, but the baron said the young Arab wasn’t for sale.

The young man, Devin, had to be given up. And where else better than in a lavish environment such as this, with another old man to dote on the youth? Much better than in the clutches of such as As-Shabat. And the money was even better than the Arab had been offering.

He had another bit of a clutchy feeling when Devin so readily had agreed to stay with the baron, but he pushed it out of his mind as he was driven back to the casino in El-Jadida, where he could resume filling the order for Amir al-Shabat-and, hopefully, get back into the in-control mode of the Greek pimp.

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The first inkling of trouble came to Cosmo as he was sitting in the Abias Club bar waiting for a nearly destitute young Scandinavian gambler to decide whether to take him up on his offer and to meet him here. This would be his fourth young man and would fill out Al-Shabat’s order. The other three were on ice aboard The Apyko, with the Nigerian bodyguard babysitting them. The Arab bodyguard was standing near the entrance of the bar.

The bartender and a cocktail hostess were talking near where Cosmo was sitting. He couldn’t quite hear them, but when he heard the word “Greek” his ears tuned their way.

“Wondered what happened to him,” the cocktail hostess said. “But to be found that way . . . wasn’t he a close friend of yours?”

The bartender didn’t say anything that Cosmo could hear, but just then his attention went to the door, where two uniformed men were talking to the Arab bodyguard. They were leading him away. Cosmo’s survival instincts clicked in. It wouldn’t be the bodyguard who had come to the attention of the authorities; it would be him, for some reason. If the authorities were after him, he could count on the bodyguard to cover for a little while-but not for long.

Cosmo turned in his seat to face the bartender, prepared to ask him for clarification of what he and hostess were talking about, but the mere look of fright and then speculation on the man’s face when he saw the Greek told Cosmo much of what he needed to know. It was the same bartender who had hooked him up with Devin to begin with.

“Say, aren’t you the Greek who-?”

Cosmo was out of his chair and across the room to the entrance in no time flat. He headed for the terrace swimming pool area overlooking the marina. En route to the marina where The Apyko was docked, he stopped the cocktail hostess who had been talking with the bartender in the club.

“I overheard you talking about some problem with a colleague,” he said, flashing enough Dirham, the currency of Morocco, to loosen her lips.

“Yes. Devin, one of the singers in the Abias Club. A cute young man, but not for me, if you know what I mean. He just disappeared a few days ago. Didn’t show up for work. And last night they found him torn up badly in an alley in Casablanca.”

“Is he? Did he-?”

“I heard he will live but that he’ll be crippled up badly. Too bad. Really cute face and bod, and he sang like an angel.”

Cosmo pressed the money into her hand and moved quickly over to the terrace steps down to the marina. But looking down into the marina from there made him pull up short. Uniformed men with submachine guns were walking the three young men he’d already bagged to sell to Al-Shabat and the Nigerian bodyguard off The Apyko.

He drew back from the edge of the terrace. He couldn’t be here. The authorities obviously thought he had something to do with Devin being beaten. And of course he did; it wasn’t something he could deny. The bartender no doubt was talking to the authorities now and linking him even closer to the platinum blond. Fear for himself plus concern for what had happened to Devin-and the full extent of how Devin had gotten under his skin-washed over Cosmo. He couldn’t dwell on any of this just now, though. He had to get on the move.

Passage through the hotel or casino would be unwise, he realized, so he started walking around the edge of the complex. Once in front, he walked farther down the road toward Casablanca and hailed a taxicab to take him into the city.

The man who opened the wooden door at the baron’s compound was old and grizzled. It wasn’t Mustapha.

“Where is he? Where is the baron?”

The old man obviously didn’t understand English. He stood there smiling and looking a bit stupid.

“Baron Henri Bourbon. I must see him.”

The name registered and the old man smiled, bowed, and motioned for Cosmo to follow him, which he did. He was led down, not up, this time, into a vaulted, rock walled chamber, leaving Cosmo just inside the door and withdrawing.

It took a few moments for the horror of what Cosmo saw to register. It was some sort of torture chamber-a chamber of sexual BDSM. The baron was there in a black silk cape and nothing else and holding a scourge whip. A young man, covered with red welts, was hanging, naked, from wrist restraints attached to a chain anchored in the ceiling of chamber.

Cosmo gasped when he realized it was Mustapha.

“Well, this is an unexpected pleasure,” the baron said, with a smile, when he turned to see Cosmo at the door. “Have you brought me another young man? I hope he is as luscious as Devin. He was delicious. Lasted for hours. I wouldn’t have expected he had it in him.”

Cosmo could hardly speak he was so shocked and angry. He brushed by the baron and released Mustapha’s wrist restraints. The young man fell into his arms.

“You can’t do this,” he cried out to Henri. “I didn’t bring you Devin for you to do this to him. I brought him here to protect him from someone who probably is far less cruel than you are.”

“I can’t do this? This is Morocco and I am the Baron Henri Bourbon. I can do what I damn well please here.”

“I am taking Mustapha away,” Cosmo declared as he started half carrying, half dragging the young man toward the entrance to the chamber. The baron made no move to stop him.

“You may try, if you like. I am serious that I would like you to provide me with more young men like Devin, though.” Still he made no move to stop the escape.

Cosmo got Mustapha to the door of the compound and through it. He leaned the young man up against the compound wall, whipped off his own jacket, and did what he could to wrap it and tie it with the arms around the young man’s hips, to cover his nakedness as well as he was able. “Are you all right? Can you walk? Do you have someplace you can go?”

Mustapha lifted his head and gave Cosmo a peculiar look. “Yes, of course I have somewhere I can go,” he mumbled. He scrabbled at the arms of the jacket and managed to pull it off his body and give it back to Cosmo. Then, with a lurch, he turned and stumbled back through the open doorway and into the compound. The wooden door slammed shut, and Cosmo heard the bolt being shot home.

On his way out of the maze of narrow streets from the compound and back into the market area, Cosmo stopped at a tea room and put a telephone call into the police. He told them there was a young man being beaten and gave the address. He didn’t connect it with Devin, because he was too connected with that already. He had no idea whether the police would follow up-and he suspected that the baron was quite right and they wouldn’t-but it was pretty much all he could do for Mustapha. Obviously, no matter how rough life was with the baron for Mustapha, the young man must believe the alternatives for him were worse.

The guilt was eating at Cosmo. Mustapha had already told Cosmo what the baron was going to do with Devin. Cosmo had, deep inside, suspected it just from the way he’d seen the baron fuck Devin twice. Mustapha had said the baron was more cruel than Cosmo even while Cosmo was trying to regain the hardness required of a pimp.

There was nothing that Cosmo could do for Devin now, though, and Devin had brought some of this on to himself.

Self-preservation was foremost now. Cosmo had been in this business for nearly forty years. He had rarely been in as dangerous a position as he was now, but he was a fighter and a survivor.

As dusk was falling, he took a taxi back to El-Jadida, back to the Mazagan Beach Resort and casino. Once again he worked his way around to the side. The Apyko was still there. A guard was standing on the dock, but all of the lights were out in the yacht. Cosmo would just have to hope and pray that no one was stationed on the yacht. He was still a good swimmer. He’d once been a champion swimmer.

He stripped and slipped into the water of the Mediterranean beyond the reach of the lights from the resort. As silently as he could, he swam to the bow of the boat, facing away from the dock. Using a rope coil hanging over the bow, he pulled himself up onto the deck of the ship. He came around the side of the superstructure and waited for the guard on the dock to look away from the sea and toward the casino. Keeping low, he slipped around to the side against the dock and silently untied the mooring lines. Inside the ship, he found, to his relief, that it was deserted.

He heard the guard yell and start moving down the dock when he flashed on the engines, but he was well away and unaffected by the pursuing burst of submachine gun fire-and out of the harbor and churning the sea-before any further response could be launched.

As he motored The Apyko back toward his safe haven in Limassol, Cyprus, he schemed on where he went from here. Devin was regrettable, but it had been a close thing with him. Cosmo had to realize that the older he got, the more susceptible he was going to be to bonds of affection with young men, now in the golden years that had passed him by. He must either be on greater guard or he must start winding his operations down. He now was on the radar with law enforcement as never before.

He needed to cool his activities in the Mediterranean for a while, perhaps even pull away from the sea. He couldn’t see giving up the casino angle, though. It was just too perfect as a source for both needy young hunks and rich men willing to pay for them. But maybe an entirely different venue altogether. Maybe the casino capital of the world-Las Vegas.

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We are invited to come in one by one, and we take our sit in silence. The place is still almost dark but i can easily see the guests sit in the places beside us, and the silence, in spite of the large quantity of people, is total; I try to find my coach and when i see him besides some places back to me I feel a little bit more relaxed. Tonight is the first night of a series of underground fights, organized by a clandestine association to enjoy a group very rich people from all over the world; we are the fighters, really selected from all over the states and the prize for the winner and his coach is a big bunch of money. We are divided in small groups of three boys, everyone is really pretty and handsome, and everyone has a brief in coloured lycra (really small and tight) marking the teams in different colours. We wear just that and a pair of elegant sandals we have to leave during the fight. There are no rules, the winner wins by knock out, after laying on the looser for three hits of the gong, and we can, or maybe we have to do, all what we want with the looser, because the audience has to enjoy the fight. Our sits go around a large iron cage and each team is divided by a net, so i can look better at my two mates and other contendents: we are almost about 20 25 years old, mostly gay, as you can easily see from some of them with quiet feminine attitudes, and really hot; especially the boy near me: he has quiet defined abs but not too skinny, big prominent pecs with huge bulging and pale pink nipples, strong thighs, round buttocks, healthy calfs and very well groomed feet in his brown sandals… his face is pretty and gentle, almost feminine, small mouth with full lips, curly dark hair on his forehead, like a botticelli angel… I can feel from his body the soft smell of good deodorant, mixed to the light and sour tone of his sweat; when his soft shoulder touches mine in the sitting, i already feel a little bit hard… i see him shivering, anxious like me, so i boldly put my arm around his shoulders to make him relax, tweaking slightly the puffy nipple with two fingers; his skin is beautifully warm and smooth, if only i could, i would just start licking him right now, even in front of the crowd! The other guy, sitted near my mate, is handsome to but more muscular and well built, and he even seems more confortable there, like he couldn’t wait to start fighting… like me after all, and he doesn’t care of my approach with our common mate, that at the opposite seems to appreciate my friendship: he timidly takes my hand hanging down from his neck and he gently holds it, so i embrace his body even with my other arm and put sweetly my chin on his shoulder, smiling at him. Even his curly dark hair smells good. Suddendly light turn on, brighting the fighting area, while the first two names are called to fight and two doors of the cage open: Alexander versus Mark. I surprisely see Alexander is the guy sitting near me and i feel really sorry he has to start fighting now, so i unhappily loosen up my soft and humid embrace to let him go; I can feel his tension in the meanwhile he stands up and i can only say goodluck, smiling brightly at him… he smiles at me back walking throught the iron walls of the cage. His opponent, Mark, is already inside, and he looks bold and beautiful: i have already noticed him while we were entering, he’s the classic sexy little bull with italian charme; his tanned muscular body is impressive and totally covered by a dark fur from the powerful legs, on the thighs, interrupted by a bright orange brief (really thight on his hip and showing a huge package), to come out from the pubes, until it covers the big pecs and comes out under the pits; just the dark areolas of his nips pop up from the thickness of his hair. At the opposite Alex has a totally shaved body, he looks a really sexy puppy; even if he hasn’t that pronounced muscles, his pecs are big and soft, his abs just marked and the thighs strong; he has a deep blue brief like mine and it can’t hide a big package, looking hot and huge like the Mark’s one and a really sexy butt standing up with the ass cracking coming out from his brief. The two guys are into the ring, waiting the gambles are over and the bell gives the start; sadly Alexander seems already anxious and unconfortable, like on his first fight: trickles of sweat start dropping from his pale body, and he can’t look in the eyes his opponent, Mark, that he hasn’t stopped to glance at him, smiling to the crowd. Alexander is now exercising in stretching the body and in little jumps that seem queit unhelpful to me now, while Mark calmly waits on the cage with crossed arms. Usually the confrontation of the eyes makes the fight starting even before the bell and the winner is already decided, so i feel queit unconfortable for Alex, looking shy and weak in front to MArk. Little time later the bell rings: gambles have given Alexander the lost… even if the weight difference is similar, the height and age almost the same, Mark has stronger muscles and his attitude, conscious of his power and strenght and willing to fight, has taken the majority; I really hope Alexander will win the fight, to have him sitted near me again, talk to him, caress him and maybe even take him in my bed. At the ring bell the two fighters suddendly throw their arm to get in a hold the other guy’s body, crossing their hands, and muscles start tensing.. each of them tries to dominate the other one putting his arms over his shoulder; their arms and hands, tightened and white for the tension, go at the maximum extension and for just a second the two fighters stay in parity; but it’s just a second and I can see Alexander face suffering as soon as Mark throw easily his pale hands on his back; Alexander screams weakly and steps back, trying to put his arms again in a comfortable position, but Mark still goes on and lower Alexander arms again, until Alexander’s back hits the iron wall of the cage and Mark throw himself violently on the soft defenceless body. Everything seems to stop now and Mark frees Alexander’s hands from his hold, relaxing his arms and forcing them to put up on the head; Alexander breaths from relief, his soft body is already slippery of sweat, dropping from his forehead, chest and from the hollow of his shaved armpits; Mark stops his fight just to look at him, almost glancing with desire that so defenceless and in that vulnerable position sexy body: he is really close to him, i’m sure Alexander is scared now and he can surely feel and smell Mark’s warm breath on his face, while Mark slaps gently his pecs and licks a drop of sweat from his cheekbone. Alex, surprised from this touch, turns violently his head from the other side, fearing a punch on the face, and feeling the tongue of the guy on his skin, he weakly cries for fear. Then Mark, always licking him, moves his tongue until the right ear, and taking it in the mouth, starts rubbing inside with the tongue, and then unexpectedly bites it strongly. Alex screms again, this time in pain, and Mark leaves him on the wall of the cage, and after a little step, jabs him in the stomach with a violent elbow; the knock goes deep into the soft abs of Alex, just up on the belly button, while he is pushed against the hard iron wall, falling later on the ground, coughing and spitting all the air from his body; Mark takes him in his arm like a puppet before he falls down, but while Alex is still gasping for air, Mark easily handle him up and violently throw him down on the rought ground on his back; Alex loudly cries in pain, and screams again after Mark thows himself on the laying body, with his knee again on the belly. Alexander doesn’t stop screaming and groaning, even when Mark starts rubbing him all over the smooth body, now slippery for the sweat, mixed to the oil on the skin; when i look at it i feel sorry for Alex and at the same time i start feeling really horny seein him manhandled. I see Mark’s hands running throught the tighs, on the chest, on the neck, alternating his massages with some pinches, some soft and some strong, making him cry again; after this treatment he puts him up taking him by armpits and put the whole body laying on one of his knees with the belly up in a backbreaker; Alexander’s body is now totally stretched on Mark’s knee, like a bridge and his feet can hardly touch the ground. Again mark rubs that defenceless body a little bit more, sometimes even reaching or grabbing the bulging penis under the deep blue brief: Alexander’s body is pressed against his furry pecs and i can see both of their packages start becoming hard. Then Mark applies the pressure on the Alexander’s back with hands pushing the chin on one side and one leg on the other, and’s Alex body is shored on his knee to the ground: Alex once again starts crying even louder in terrible pain, and some tears come from his pretty face: the pain must be enormous on his back for the innatural tension, the legs kicking the air and trying to loose the backbreaker but he fails everytime, screaming and coughting. Now even Mark is sweating from all the body, shining under the lights of the ceiling, and some drops fall down on his feet, and i can see his hand grabbing more and more the opponent’s big bulging balls under his brief, squeezing them a couple of time, and Alex screams in pain again, while his really big and amazing erect penis comes out from the deep blue brief. Alex body is totally in control and tensed for the hard pain at the back, he tries with arm to stop the pressure touching the ground and his postion is really innatural and humiliating, where is bulging package is at the highest point of the body. After finishing with his torture he throws Alex on the ground and he reaches the helpless prettyguy again, forcing him to stand up pinching violently his muscles between neck and shoulder: in fact Alex suddendly screams for the new pain and gets up, while Mark embraces him; his furry body holds the soft one of Alex in his arms, and i suddendly get another hard on, seeing him starting to rub Alex again, but this time in a new, sexy and softer way: his furry pecs rub up and down the sweaty muscles of Alex, the two packages rub again, harder and bulging more and more, almost coming out from the briefs for the movememnts; and at that point Mark , with all his manly charme, passionately kisses Alex on the mouth, his lips surrounding his sweet mouth, his tongue arrogantly coming into the soft lips of Alex, digging inside more and more. I can see now the soft body of Alex relaxing and starting trembling, especially during the long long wet kiss and even when the strong hands of Mark start to explore his muscles again: from the neck they go down on the shoulder and on the smooth pecs, around the big swollen nipples; as soon as Mark starts milking his puffs, without taking off his lips from his mouth, the shivers of Alex start becoming frantic and he groans loudly, revealing his weak point; his legs are shaking from his toes and his body relaxes or tenses in the moment Mark caresses or pinches him, his mouth licks or bites his skin. Alex’s groanings go from pleasure to pain and Mark, leaving his kiss, start licking down Alex’s soft perfumed skin, from the neck, kissing and biting alternately, on the muscles of the arm; he lifts up Alex’s right arm and starts licking his wet shaved armpit with just a shadow of hair, then violently licking all the sweat of his arm, while with the other hand he take the big pecs around the huge soft meat of the nipple; his tongues arrives at it to and quickly takes it all in the mouth, violently sucking it, making Alex screaming and shaking of pleasure, almost in ecstasy, while he goes on sucking and biting, leaving the nipple sometimes with a sonorous smack and milking him again. Everyone of us can see the fight is over, Mark is just pawing the looser prettyboy (and even making him horny) but i feel jealous because i would have loved to do the same and have alex all for my pleasure and mostly i feel sorry for the humiliation Mark is giving to my mate… i promise to myself to revenge him if i will be in a fight against that arrogant italian bull. Now Alex has gone almost out and not only for pain: his face is backward, eyes almost closed, feminine and muffled groans, he can’t almost stand on his feet, until Mark, stopping to suck the big nipple, slips behind him and put one arm around Alex’s neck, while with the other one, after pulling alex’s brief in the asscrank, then, moves the other arm under Alex’s armpit, starting pressuring around his throat in a choke hold; in the first time Alex doesn’t feel the hold, but the hard bulge penis, really visible under the orange briefs, pushing onto his sweated asscrank: Alex’s bubblebutt looks really soft and beautiful and start shaking a little bit with the feeling of Mark’s package on it. But then the chokehold of Mark stops the breathing of a still horny Alex, while he suddendly understands the danger and starts gasping for air more and more, shaking franticly all the body. He tries to hit Mark’s body in his back, cries loudly for help, coughts, but usually, when the air stops to come in your lungs, your minds goes in panic and can’t help you in anyway, just looking for a way to breathe again. I see Mark love this domination, love the feeling of having the pretty guy in control and just sometimes he leaves Alex breathing again, catching air, just to choke him sometime later and enjoyning the play; Alex is totally slippery of sweat, we can feel the smell of his fear, and even Mark is wet of it, so i feel again really hard and i desperately want to have Alex for me, especially now i can see dominated, with a great boner, with Mark and his hardon pressing on his beautiful buttocks, slapping and caressing the asscrank with the hands up and down. Alex’s faces has turned to red for the lack of oxygen, his tongue falls down from the soft mouth and he falls down slowly on his knees, feeling the power leaving, while MArk, gentle, follows him down and keeps him in his arm, sit on the ground. And so Mark loosens his choke and starts pawing his wet tighs and hips, neck and pecs, feet and calfs; Alex is still, he just moans sometimes, so Mark, to get him wake up, bites violently his earlobe and at the same time wrings his nipples: Alex suddendly wakes up again, squeaking shily, then he puts the prettyboy laying on the ground with belly down, and after having layed on him he surrounds his neck with an arm, in another chockehold and with the other hand he grabs one of his feet, pulling strongly it towards his head, with a painful inverse arch; Alex cries for the pain feeling his foot almost touching his head and even this time he can’t put up a fight because the Mark’s other muscular arm around his neck cuts off his breath again. But this time Mark doesn’t take too long to free him, and while prettyboy’s head and ankle fall to the ground, Mark start licking his wet leg again, almost reaching his foot. Alex is amst out now, for the weakness and the pain, we can see MArk could end the match whenever he wants but for another time he makes the humiliated guy stand up, pinching one nip again; now Alex is standing up, defenceless and beautiful, waiting for the knock out that Mark easily gives: just some steps back and a reverse kick hit him with the foot between neck and chin, with a perfect blow and a muffled hit; Alex has been thrown away by the power of the kick, falling heavily with the right arm on the back, while Mark easily and smartly touches ground again, in spite of his heavy muscles. Then he gets down on his knees near the unconscious body, taking his feet and lifting up his legs to the higher level, then he starts rubbing Alex’s feet on his face, licking between his fingers, feeling the smell, licking them until the ankles, the his tongues goes on, until arriving to the hollow of his tighs. Alex cock is still hard and push the blue brief… Mark, seein it, pulls out the brief, discovering a huge erected cock and big balls; the smell of his cock is strong and Mark starts licking greedily all the wet skin of his balls and the anal sweat of his cheeks; he turns the body with the ass in the air, going deeply in it with his tongue, and I can see Alex is waking up again, for te delicious treatment on his ass; i can see Mark lightly forcing to open his cheeks and digging with his tongue inside deeper and deeper, all the sweat makes the round soft smooth bubble butt shining and really appealing to me; Alex is now moaning louder, especially after Mark grabs his warm big ball and squeezes them lightly, and his cock becomes bigger and bigger again, at the highest level of the erection, and at that point Mark takes it all in his mouth pumping it up. The salt taste of huge Alex’s cock must be amazing, I can see Mark would never stop to suck it, but after a little time the soft body of Alex start shaking more and more, and screaming he violently cums a huge gush in the mouth… it’s so much that Mark almost can’t stand it, but then he goes on and starts masturbating his still hard cock with the end; Alex still moans and shakes, in a way between conscious and uncoscious, whith his almost fluff penis on the belly. Now i see Mark wants his time, so he forces the prettyboy to stand up again by his hair, and after having had kisses on his lips he pulls him down and surrounds his prettyface with the warm furry tighs and directly put his huge cock in the prettyface’s lips; at the first time Alex try to reject but Mark forces him and take his head on the cock, so Alex has no choice and starts devouring and pumping the huge cock; the sexual excitment doesn’t take much time to come and for the first time even Mark’s muscular body is shaked in shivers: with a prettyboy like Alex working on your cock and with a body like that you can kiss, pinch, lick, touch while his lips pump on you, you don’t need too much time to do your best cumming of the months! Infact, just few time later Mark muffles, and corking Alex’s nose to make him open the mouth, he violently cums in the prettyface throath. Alex, feeling the warm cum in his mouth, tries to cought and breath, and then he’s released by Mark. Mark is clearly hapy and satisfied of the prettboy, he can’t stop to touch him, to feel the softness of his body, to smell his skin, and ALex moans of pleasure and sometimes pain; at the end they are both naked, Mark even doesn’t hit him anymore, he just lays on the other body, pulls the leg up, tickling once the wet warm balls and buttcranck with fingers. The gongs hits for three times and someone with a microphone calls Mark the winner. He gets up, he still looks bold an beautiful with his muscular body, the italian face smiling, and rise up the wet arms in victory sign. He has worn his range brief again, but before going away takes the deep blue one of Alex, still laying semi-unconscious, and for the last time grabs the big cock pulling a little and flexing his muscles. He’s really sexy and masculine. Then he steps outside the cage in a victory pose. I sadly look at the humiliated mate on the ground, beaten too easily by the winner: he’s still there, his amazing bulging cock almost touching the soft bellybutton, his skin shining on the light, his breath moving up and down, while three attendants come in the ring and help him to get up; he steps outside the cage to, aching all over the body and i feel really sorry to have not the possibility to see him anymore… the other mate of my team feels just disappointed to have lost the first fight of the day.

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He counted silently in his head as he continued on with his repetitions. “…twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three…” His mind was focused as he bore down on the leg press as his sinewy quadriceps rippled. “Not now, Kyle. You can’t think about it now,” he thought. “…twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine…” Another flash invaded his mind as he winced the vision away. “Damn it, Kyle. Pull yourself together,” he began to scold himself. And, with that last repetition, he was spent, his body covered in sweat, and his cock hard as he drifted back again to what he would have never dared before.

Kyle had met Alex years before…years before. At the tender age of eighteen, Kyle had been introduced to the family as he began dating what would become his future wife, Vanessa. They were the new power couple of the school. Everyone knew them…and, they should…it was to be expected out of the star quarterback and his cheerleader girlfriend. And, it helped that they were in love. Everyone saw it…even if they didn’t quite yet. They were the perfect match made to order: one petite, tanned, beautiful blonde and one strong, tall, muscular, cunningly handsome young man with olive skin, green eyes and the darkest of black hair. At 6’2″ tall, and 194 pounds, he towered and engulfed her in his arms. From the broad shoulders to his narrow waist, round buttocks, pillar-like thighs, tight abs and developed pecs…there was nothing to critique.

And, on that cold, winter’s night, Kyle had been invited to her family’s home for dinner…for the proper introduction of the boyfriend to all those that she loved…her father, a cop for the city…her mother, a nurse at the hospital…and, her little brother, Alex. And so began a courtship that rivaled all others. Her parents loved him, her little brother looked up to him, and they worshiped each other.

It was a fairytale romance by all definitions. As their senior year came to an end, they both received prestigious scholarships and both were accepted into the same university. And, life went on as it had. The football star that adored his cheerleader; the cheerleader that worshiped her football god. In every moment, it seemed-from the late night study sessions to the boisterous sex on every surface of the campus at the University of Tennessee-they had been made for each other. So, it came to no surprise that two months after graduating college and both beginning promising careers-him a junior partner in a distinguished law firm and her a teacher-that he would get down on one knee and ask for her hand in marriage.

So, at the young age of twenty-five, he was married…and, under any other circumstances, that would be the part where any one of their friends or family members could have said, “And, they lived happily ever after.” As Kyle stood in the stall shower at the gym after his work out, that’s all he could think about. “Happily ever after,” he thought.

As the water cascaded over is taunt muscles, there he stood, at almost 30 years old in a mindset that lead to madness. As his mind had ventured back to tell his love story, it also reminded him of its bitter end. It was almost four years ago that Vanessa had been killed by a drunk driver. His heart ached every day for his long lost love. But, along with the grief and sorrow, his mind kept venturing back to what he was fighting against with everything in him.

The water continued to rain down upon him. And, as he lathered his body, his hands glided over his arms, his erect nipples protruding from his powerfully muscled chest, his tight abs and down to his groin. His hand slid to his inner thigh, coming up to cup his full ball sack and caress his needing, uncut cock…and, it began to grow.

With a quick look around at the empty shower room, he tilted his head back allowing the water to stream from his long, black hair, down his strong neck, though the muscular divot that stretched from his shoulders to his full rump. And, his hand began to stroke his aching cock, bringing to its full attention and glory at 9″. As he continued to nurse his needing member, his right hand wandered from nipple to nipple, tweaking and pulling gently causing him to release a much needed moan.

With his eyes closed, he enjoyed the moment of his self-sustaining pleasure of his left hand and the exploration of his right as he began working the middle finger down below his heavy balls into the virgin hole he boasted. And, as he surrendered to his own advances, furiously jerking his cock and sinking his finger to the second knuckle inside his hole, the thought flashed again…Alex, Vanessa’s little brother, the strapping 22 year old. But, this time, Kyle didn’t rush away the memory that was burned into his mind just three days before…the memory of the amazing night the two of them had in each other’s arms…

TO BE CONTINUED…

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