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  • Boy’s First Time

    Boys First Time Chapter 3

    After our fun in the shower earlier, and the events in bed, we’re finally on our way to the mall.

    Not shopping for anything in particular, just an excuse to get out of the house, plus my house is about 2 miles to the mall, it makes for good excerise. But its not like either one of us needed any after Friday night.

    Walking to the mall from my neighborhood which was basically dead,guess everyone was already out for the day, not a car in any driveway, a ghost town I thought to myself.

    Hmm, Maybe it isn’t PDA if no one is around to see it? I wondered to myself as we continued walking. No one is around, I think I’ll try it..

    ” Hey hold up a second!” I said.

    ” What is it?” He asks.

    I get up close to him,take another look around, its clear, and give him a big kiss, right there on the sidewalk. He must have been okay with that PDA, as he ran a hand down my back & got a handful of ass.

    ” That was pretty hot!” He said.

    ” Hell yeah it was.. Daring and fun” I replied with a laugh.

    We continued walking to the mall, making small talk along the way.

    We came up on a small creek where people sometimes fish from, and a small trail that went off into the woods a little ways.

    ” Hey, check that out” He said while pointing at the trail.

    ” We should go mess around down there sometime, after all it is summer, we could work on our tans too” He said with a laugh.

    ” Let’s walk down there and check it out, it isn’t like we have shit else to do” I replied.

    Walking down the narrow path from the sidewalk, Justin reaches up and takes me by the hand, as if i were a woman, I thought to myself. Oh well, he’s just being a Gentleman, I said to myself.

    We finally arrive at the waters edge, looking into the water, I notice the water really isn’t that deep. No wonder people stopped fishing here, I said to myself with a laugh.

    ” Hey! check this out” Justin shouted

    He had found a fairly large rock, big enough for several people to lay on, and it really wasnt in site from the road,blocked by trees and bush and it was real close to the edge of the over-pass. The rock was smoothe too, as if someone had sanded it down or something, just to use to sit or lay on, maybe even just for tanning.

    ” Oh sweet!” I replied while walking over to him.

    ” I don’t think anyone fishes here anymore, the water is too shallow, and the grass along the trail has gotten pretty grown up. If this was a active fish place, surely someone would have cut down this grass and shit” He said.

    ” Well, aren’t you just a regular fuckin eco-scientist” I replied laughingly.

    ” As a matter of fact, I am” He replied with a stupid grin.

    ” Why dont you come join me on our new rock” He asked.

    Walking over to the rock, looking at him sitting there, I thought to myself, Damn, it would be hot as hell if he wanted to make out, or even fuck on this rock, being so close to the road, so close to people, so easy to get caught, yet no one would even notice it. Must be a great rush to experience.

    ” Well, you gonna help your boy up here or not?” I asked with a smirk.

    He reached down and grabbed me by the hand and helped me onto the rock.

    He was sitting on the edge, looking over the little stream was maybe 30 Feet wide, just admiring the view i guess. God he looked so sexy with the sunlight glistening on his sweaty skin.

    I crawled around behind him on my knees, and put my head on his shoulder, whispering to him ” Nice view isn’t it?”

    ” Yeah it is. This should be our new secret spot” He said.

    It was a pretty warm day, it had to have been 90 degrees, and humid as hell.

    I turned away for a moment to light a cigarette, as i turned back, Justin had started removing clothes.

    ” What are you doing?” I asked shockingly

    ” Shit, it’s hot as a motherfucker, and I’m dripping sweat, and these are clean clothes that you just washed, I don’t wanna go to the mall smelling like a dirty sock”He said with a laugh.

    ” Ohhh..Okay, I just thought you may have had some dirty thoughts going on in that mind of yours” I said with a grin.

    ” Well…Actually..I did” He said.

    He turns around, places his hands on my hips, looks deep into my eyes, and begins to kiss me as deeply and passionately as he had Friday night. It felt was the best feeling in the world, His kiss, his muscular arms around me,rubbing and touching where ever he pleases on my body. The atmosphere only added to it. Being feet from the street, yet so hidden. In the outdoors. The cool breeze on our sweaty skin, the hot sunlight. It was absolutely wonderful.

    He slowly removes my shirt, and shorts, Which was fairly easy as I was only wearing a T shirt, and some Basketball shorts.

    ” Lay back and relax baby” He said with a soft erotic tone

    I was totally rock hard by now, with everything else and Him.

    ” You’ve took really good care of me Baby, My own mother barely does what you’ve done for me, Fix me my favorite drink just the way I like it, or even do my laundry, or cook or get any food I like.” He said softly.

    ” Thank you so much Baby, I couldn’t ask for a better Boyfriend” He said while kissing my neck.

    ” Plus, you’ve gave me 2 PERFECT Orgasms by mouth, and all I’ve done is jerk you off, I feel kind of like an asshole” He said.

    ” No Daddy, I love to suck your cock and I love for you to fuck the shit out me like you did Friday night, I get alot more out of it than you think” I said.

    ” How?, It’s just my dick in your mouth” He asked.

    ” I dont know, Just the feeling of that big hard cock in my hands and mouth, I feel like I could almost cum myself when I’m going down on you” I replied.

    ” Almost doesn’t count boy, We’re not playing Horse shoes” He said with a laugh.

    ” Just lay back and let me say thanks for how you’ve made my body feel” He said lowly while staring into my eyes.

    ” Okay daddy” I replied while trying to catch my breath.

    He positioned himself beside me, and began to rub his hands all over my body, almost like a massage, but a thousand times more erotically than any normal massage. Moving down to my cock and balls, He rubbed them gently and slowly, almost as a tease.

    I was already dripping pre-cum.

    ” See! I told you I could almost cum from that, And I was just imagining sucking your cock!” I said loudly.

    ” I believe you baby” He whispered back.

    Continuing to explore my body with his large masculine hands, he turned me over onto my stomach and began rubbing my ass, moving down the backs of my thighs, down to my feet and back to my shoulders. His touch was like Fire. Making me feel as if i were on fire, fire with desire and lust and love for this man, well, Boy.

    He sticks his finger into my mouth ” Lick it, get it real wet” He said.

    Doing as told, he removes his finger and gently slides it into my tight ass which was still sore from the beating his big fat 9 inch monster of a cock had given it Friday night.

    ” You okay baby?” He whispered into my ear.

    ” Yeah Daddy, I’m good, just sore from earlier” I whispered back.

    Slowly, gently, he continues to finger my ass, while slapping it with his free hand.

    ” Damnit that fucking stings! plus it’s still bruised from the other night” I yelped.

    ” Oh my bad baby! I totally forgot about that” He replied.

    ” But I still love it!” I replied.

    ” Here, Daddy will make it all better, Get on all four’s for me” He said

    Doing as told, I am now on all four’s.

    ” Yeah thats it. Stick that ass up a little further and spread those legs for Daddy” He said.

    Being the good little whore that I am, I did as told.

    Feeling a warm wet sensation on my ass cheeks, He had began to lick and kiss my ass. All over the bruised area.

    ” Does it feel any better babe?” He whispered.

    ” A little, Still pretty sore though, especially my asshole itself” I replied.

    I was in shock as he had spread my ass cheeks and began to flick his tounge around my asshole.

    ” Fuckkk yeahhh” I moaned.

    I had never felt anything this good in my life!

    He now had his arms around my legs and was pulling me back onto his face, I was literally fucking his face and tounge doggy style! He must have had half his tounge in my ass. And it felt like I was literally High.

    Pulling his tounge out of my ass, He runs it all the way up my freshly washed crack.

    ” Mmmm” He said.

    ” You taste like candy” He said while admiring his view from my rear.

    ” Thanks Daddy” I softly moaned back.

    ” Why dont you roll over onto your back for daddy?” He asked.

    Doing as told, I roll over onto my back.

    ” Spread the legs for me” He demanded

    He began to slowly kiss,lick and suck my cock. It felt 10 times better than I ever imagined it. I was on the verge of cumming, not even 1 minute into his work.

    ” Holy shit! I’m gonna fuckin cum!” I screamed out

    He quickly stopped and moved back a few feet, once again admiring his over all view of my body.

    ” God damn, you are one sexy bitch!” He said while rubbing my thighs.

    Rubbing my feet, while looking into my eyes,

    ” Damn, I never noticed how soft & girly your feet were!. My Girlfriends feet weren’t even this soft” He said with a look of shock.

    ” Would you mind rubbing them on my cock?” He said in a shy tone

    ” No Daddy. Your wish is my command” I replied.

    Moving back a little, I raised my feet to his cock.

    ” Why dont you just guide my feet where ever you want them?” I asked.

    Grabbing my feet, putting them together and slowly fucking my feet,

    ” God this feels great” He stammered.

    ” I have another thing that would make your cock feel even better” I said while biting my lip.

    ” Oh you do? Where may that be?” He said with a silly face.

    ” Daddy you know where it is” I replied.

    Running his hands up and down my legs, he finds my ass, and then my asshole, inserting a finger,

    ” Would this be the place you were talking about?” He asked.

    ” Yes sir” I replied.

    ” Please fuck it like you did last night” I begged.

    Licking and spitting on his fingers for lube, he rubs it onto my asshole.

    ” I don’t know how good this is going to work, But we can give it a shot” He said.

    Moving into the missionary position, He slowly eases his cock into my ass.

    ” Ahh ughhh” I gasped.

    ” Fuck!!!! It feels twice as big in this position” I yelped.

    ” Take it Baby” He whispered while continuing to cram his 9 inches inside me.

    ” Godddddd, go easier!!!” I screamed.

    Putting my legs onto his shoulders, he moved in closer to my body and began to speed up his strokes into my ass.

    Although short strokes, they still hurt. He probably didn’t get but 4 inches into me for a good while.

    ” How you doing boy?” He asked while continuing to fuck me, deeper and harder.

    ” About as good as I can be with a 9 inch monster inside me” I said with a moan.

    ” That’s a good boy. Take what Daddy gives you” He said while lightly slapping my face.

    ” You’re daddies little whore arent you? You love it when Daddy fucks your ass don’t you?” He said.

    ” Y..y.y.yes sir” I stammered as he began to go deeper and deeper.

    ” Good boy” He said.

    ” That’s my little whore” He said.

    With my feet on his bare chest, his cock inside me and the sun beaming down onto us and the sweat going like a sprinkler, I truly felt at peace. Like nothing could go wrong. It was a perfect day with my man.

    Reaching up onto my body with his big strong hands, he grabbed at my chest, and neck, rubbing and running his hands over any part of me within his reach, and never missed a stroke into my ass with his 9 incher.

    We could hear cars passing by, and what sounded like people talking and walking on the sidewalk which wasnt 15 feet away.

    ” I think I hear people walking and talking on the sidewalk” I said in a panicked tone.

    ” Yeah me too! Oh shit!” He whispered.

    ” Fuck it! I aint stopping, Your tight ass is too good to let some people ruin it” He whispered.

    ” Just keep quiet” He said while still fucking me.

    It amazed me that we were that close to being caught, and he still didn’t miss a beat stroking his cock into my ass.

    Several minutes later, we heard people walking down to where we were,

    ” Shit!” Justin said.

    Jumping up, grabbing our clothes and grabbing me by my hand he ran off into the drain tunnel under the over pass as 2 middle aged men were approaching where we just were.

    ” Did you hear that?” One of the men said.

    ” Hear what?” The other man asked.

    ” Sounded like people down here, running or something” He responded.

    ” Probably a deer, some kind of animal we scared ran off into the brush” He said.

    ” Yeah, guess so” He said.

    They were fisherman, carrying their fishing equipment.

    We stood in the dark, wet drainage tunnel and watched them to see if they had noticed us. They hadn’t though.

    Leading the way, He took me by my hand and lead us to the other end of the tunnel and we walked up the grassy hill a little ways.

    ” Here” Said Justin as he laid his shirt on the ground.

    ” Hands and knees baby” He demanded.

    ” But, there are people right there!” I said.

    ” Fuck em, I dont know them, and they damn sure aren’t going to keep me & this dick from your sweet tight ass” He said with authority.

    ” Yes sir” I said while getting into position.

    ” We’ll just finish up here and head somewhere else” He said while kissing me deeply on the mouth.

    ” Yes sir” I said.

    He slowly re-inserted his cock into my ass, pushing half of it in before pulling out and going back in half ways.

    He repeated this for awhile to get me broke back in.

    ” How are you feeling baby?” He asked.

    ” Fucking awesome, give me more of your cock” I said.

    Completely unaware of what was coming, He pulled his cock all the way out of me and slammed all 9 inches of it into me.

    ” Ohhhhh yeahh Daddy! Thats it! Fuckkk meee godd ughhhh ahhh” I screamed.

    I was sure the men fishing 20 yards away had heard me, but I didnt care. I was making love with my man and nothing was going to stop us.

    ” Shhh baby. Dont want us to get caught” He whispered.

    ” fuck them! Give me your cock!” I begged.

    Repeatedly going balls deep into my ass, watching his facial expressions, he had the look that he was about to cum.

    We changed back to missionary, ” I wanna see your face with this big dick in you babe” he said.

    He put my legs up over his shoulders and began licking and kissing whatever of me he could as he rammed with me his 9 inches of heaven.

    ” Ohhh baby yeahh fuck that ass” I cried.

    ” Fuck me like the whore that I am” I yelled.

    ” Fuck! Fuck! Ohhhh Fuuccckkk” He moaned and grunted.

    ” I’m gonna fuckin cum!” He screamed.

    ” Daddy please cum on my face again!” I begged.

    ” Get ready Baby” He cried.

    ” I’m Fuckin cummin, aghhhh” He yelled.

    Surely those men had heard us by now, i thought to myself.

    ” Get on your knees! I’m fuckin cummin!” He yelled.

    As I got onto my knees, I noticed the 2 men standing at the end of the drain tunnel, Dicks out, Jacking their cocks as if they were dying. I was majorly turned on by being watched. I had no idea how long they had been watching and really didn’t really care,as I did not recognize them as a member of the neighborhood.

    ” Give me your cum! I want all of it!” I begged.

    I figure hell, if those men wanted to watch, I’d give them the best show I could.

    ” Wait Daddy! Hold it in just a little longer” I begged

    Standing up infront of Justin, I bent over and grabbed my ankles.

    I Figured this would give those men a better show.

    ” Fuck my ass! Fuck it hard!” I yelled.

    ” I need your big cock in my ass a little longer than I thought I did” I explained.

    ” Ooh Baby boy, you are one horny little whore aren’t you?” He asked while smacking my ass cheeks so hard that you could hear the echo in the tunnel the peeping toms were standing infront of.

    ” FUCK YEAH I AM! FUCK THIS ASS! FUCK IT FUCK IT FUCK IT” I yelled.

    ” God Damn! You are turning me on more and more, I didnt think it was possible for you to make me even more horny” He yelled.

    ” Thats why I am your whore, and not some one else” I said with a laugh.

    ” Fuck yeah! but its true! I’m pretty sure no one else could measure up to you in anyway, I know my own Girlfriend cant” He said while still fucking me.

    ” Baby I cant hold it anymore, I have to let this load go!” He yelled.

    ” Daddy pleaasseeee cover my face with it” I begged.

    ” Fucking cum on my face, Make me look the dirty little whore that I am” I yelled.

    Looking back to the men who were still there and still jacking off like their lives depended on it, I moved over to Justins side, to give the men a better view.

    ” Mmmmmmm Fuckin cum for me Daddy! I Want your cum sooooo bad, I need it!” I begged.

    ” Ohhhhhhhh fuccckkkkkkkkk” He groaned.

    As he shot his load onto my face and in my mouth.

    It had to have been twice as much as any time before. Spurts and spurts of his hot thick sticky cum flew through the air and onto my face, into my mouth and all over me. It was in my hair, on my chest, tummy, even on my neck running down my back.

    As he stood there gasping for air, I slowly sucked his cock, getting every last drop.

    ” Clean my cum off of yourself” He demanded.

    I looked back and the men were still there, I moved over more where I could see them while licking the rest of Justins hot load off of myself.

    I took a finger and scooped up what i could of it, saving it in my mouth.

    ” Did you swallow it boy?” He asked.

    ” No sir” I replied with a gargling sound.

    ” And why the fuck not you little whore? I said clean it up, That means swallow it” He said loudly

    ” Yes sir” I replied.

    Gulping his seed down my throat, I watched those 2 men shoot their loads. Although they weren’t half as big as Justins, still they were a turn on.

    ” Did you swallow it bitch?” Justin asked.

    ” Yes sir, see, AHH” I said while opening wide.

    ” All gone Daddy” I replied.

    ” Good, now suck my cock a little more” He demanded.

    ” Yes sir” I replied.

    Licking the rest of his cum off his cock, and what had ran down to his balls. He even had some cum on his hands, which I promptly licked up and ” Disposed” of for him.

    ” Lick the sweat off my balls!” He demanded.

    ” Yes sir” I said as I crawled under him with my tounge out.

    Slurping the sweat off of Justins enormous balls, I noticed the 2 men were still watching, zipping their pants.

    Justin started dressing, and he turned around to see the 2 men staring at us. He had a mortified look on his face at first, but quickly said ” Fuck it, i don’t care, i hope they enjoyed watching your cute little ass be railed” with a grin.

    ” You get it all the sweat off my balls boy?He asked.

    ” Yes sir, I did” I replied.

    ” Good boy” He said.

    ” Now I want you to cum” He said.

    Thank god I said to myself. I didnt know how much longer I could hold it in!

    Justin sat on the ground in front of me, turn around and face the 2 guys over there, he instructed me.

    ” Well, fucking jack it off already” He demanded

    ” Yes sir” I replied as I viciously beat my meat

    Doing as told, He got on his knees and began to lick and finger my asshole again as he did earlier, slapping my ass creating loud echoes through the tunnel. I was looking directly at the men across on the creek, watching me. They waved at me, but I pretended not to see them.

    ” Ohhh,Ahhh” I screamed.

    ” That feels soooo fucking good Daddy” I yelled as my cock erupted, shooting almost as much cum as Justin had earlier.

    ” Do you feel better baby” He asked.

    ” Oh fuck yeah!” I yelled.

    ” Good, now lick your cum off your hands” He demanded

    The man on the bank made the gesture of a phone call, showed a business card and laid it on the ground as they walked away. Hmm, I thought. As he walked away. Walking back, I stopped and looked around and found the card, with a $100 dollar bill under it.

    It read ” You two are so fucking hot! You two should come over to our house sometime, We are willing to pay good money for another performance like we just saw”.

    I showed the card & money,to Justin with a look of surprise.

    He read it, ” We’re going to call them when we get back to your house, just see what they say” he says.

    ” Whatever you want daddy, I am your whore remember?” I replied

    He gave me a long deep passionate kiss before we returned to the sidewalk.

    ” We still going to the mall? I reallly think you should buy your whore something nice” I said with a laugh.

    ” We will, later, I’m too tired to go shopping now ” He said with a laugh.

    ” I wonder how much they even saw?” He asked.

    ” Well.. I noticed them watching, just a few minutes after we ran off through the tunnel. But I was so horny and worked up, it just turned me on even more to be watched” I replied

    ” Yes, yes you are my filthy little slut” he said, while kissing me on the lips.

    ” Get dressed and lets go home and make that phone call” he said.

    The end.

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  • The Clothes Horse

    “You’d get half of the bid, plus you’d get to keep the clothes.”

    I didn’t know that I was all that wild about being auctioned off, but I had to admit that I liked-no, I loved-Zhao Zeng’s clothes. That was what had attracted me to him in the first place. His black satin shirt and trousers were cut so well-and so provocatively-on him that I could hardly keep my eyes off him, even though I’d come into Hong Kong’s Déjà Vu bar on Staunton Street on a members-only Friday night with a Dutch businessman who had picked me up in the lobby of the Butterfly on Wellington hotel and asked me to go up to his room with him.

    He obviously had misjudged that I was a male hooker when I’d only ducked into that hotel lobby to get out of a brief rain shower, but I was horny, liked older men, and he was good looking, so I went with him.

    It wasn’t the money part of Zhao Zeng’s auction deal, when he got around to pitching the deal to me, that turned me off. I had found the misconception that I was a rent boy arousing. The Dutch guy, who I was happy to find was pretty limber, had given me 500 Hong Kong dollars-the equivalent of about $60 U.S.-to go up to his room and bang him hard. Which I did. He made so much of a to do about my musculature that I took him with me standing in the middle of the hotel room and supporting his weight wrapped around my pelvis, his legs hooked above my rump, and pulled him on and off my cock while he whimpered and gasped. Before I was finished, I made him lower his torso toward the carpet and grab my ankles, and I jack hammered down into him, with him crying that I was too big for him to take but that, no, he didn’t want me to stop. At least that’s what I took what he was blubbering in Dutch to mean.

    I almost laughed when he offered me another 1,000 Hong Kong dollars to stay the night.

    I’ll bet he couldn’t stand up straight the next day, although he seemed to manage well enough for a second round before we left the hotel room. I put him into a party mood, and he wanted to show me off, he said. So we were doing the rounds of the gay bars, where we would sit for a drink or two with his cronies and he’d let them cop a feel of me so they could appreciate how lucky he was that night. He also, I think, was trying to impress me with his private club membership privileges on the island. He said he wanted me to stay with him for a while and maybe to take a cruise to Macao on his yacht.

    I told him no thanks and, no, it wasn’t because he was twice my age.

    He asked me if it was because of the young, well-dressed Chinese man I’d been sharing looks with at the Déjà Vu, and I’d said that, of course it wasn’t. But I was lying about that.

    So, when Zhao came up with his proposal, it wasn’t the fucking older men part that had me hesitating-I’d just done a middle-aged, albeit in shape, Dutch businessman for 500 HK. What had me going was being sold like a piece of meat without me picking out who I wanted to fuck. Zhao Zeng had told me I could turn the trick down, though, if I didn’t like who had given the highest bid for me.

    But then I wouldn’t get the clothes. And it was the clothes that I was interested in having. I could buy clothes back in Bangkok, where I was a Marine guard in the U.S. Embassy-and well-cut clothes too. But I hadn’t seen anything there that could show off my physique as good as what Zhao Zeng wore into the Déjà Vu bar showed off his.

    It was only when Zhao took me to his apartment above his shop later that night that I found out that he himself had designed and cut the clothes he was wearing.

    I was on R&R from Bangkok. There was plenty of guy-on-guy action to be had there, of course, and I had become a favorite in the gay expatriate crowd and the upper classes of the Thai because of how I was built, keeping toned up in tip-top shape because I was a twenty-year-old Marine and that was part of being a Marine, and because of what I was packing-and how I was able to use it. But I was always looking over my shoulder in Thailand, wondering when I’d be outed and sent home. Going home wasn’t a big problem with me-even leaving the Marines wasn’t. My dad owned a garage, and I liked tinkering with cars-and also tinkering with men who owned sports cars and who were willing to pay for their fucks. But I’d found a good thing in Asia with the free-and-loose societies here, and I didn’t want to have to go home before I’d had a lot of fun.

    I’d heard I could have a lot of fun if I took my R&R in Hong Kong. And I’d only been here the better part of a day and already had topped a hotel bell boy-who had a hole I almost needed mining equipment to get into, although, once in, he knew how to maximize my pleasure-and a Dutch businessman, the latter profitably, so I could see that Hong Kong was going to be a lot of fun.

    I liked fucking Asians. It was particularly nice in Bangkok, where a lot of the men were such little guys that it would seem that my thick eight and a half inches would devastate them, but who always proved they could take me and make it interesting-just like the Butterfly hotel bell hop had done-and would continue to do every night I returned to the hotel.

    Zhao was compact like a lot of the Thai guys were. He was a good foot shorter than I was, but that didn’t make him a midget. I was a full six foot five. And, although he was perfectly proportioned, he was slim and what I’d call willowy. Again, this was a lot like many of the Thai guys. I was to find too that he was more experienced in sex than the Thai men I had fucked. My size intimidated most of them, and they tended to become like rag dolls underneath me when I fucked them. Zhao took control and played every aspect of me in the sex act. He wasn’t afraid of my muscled body and big dick-he worshipped them and showed that he fully appreciated how I had developed my body

    The Dutch businessman was meaty in comparison, although I wouldn’t have called him fat. And he was a lot older. He was good looking, though, and had been the boldest of the guys in the lobby of the Butterfly, which unknown to me was a pickup spot, in approaching me, so it had been fine going with him. And he proved to be flexible enough to make the fuck fun.

    In comparison with Zhao for what I liked, though, he was second or third best.

    He also was philosophical about my changing horses at the bar. He’d had a standing fuck like he said he’d never gotten before, and I’d been very good to him for his 500 HK.

    My eyes went to Zhao as soon as he entered the bar. He looked both sexy and elegant in his black satin outfit, which fit him like a glove. He came to the bar and, after ordering a drink, turned and surveyed the room. The Dutch businessman and I were at a table with some of the Dutchmen’s business cronies, and Zhao’s eyes lingered when they moved to me. They slitted, and I could tell that he was seeing the two of us together. So, I got up from my table and slid up to the bar, where we could contemplate being together closer.

    I could hear him gasp from across the room when I stood and he’d been able to see the extra thickness running down my left thigh from my groin inside my tight jeans. I didn’t know at the time that this had such an effect on him-but at the time I didn’t know how expert he was in how clothes fit a man.

    “American?” he asked when I’d bellied up to the bar to refresh my drink and that of the Dutchman, as well, who now was lost in trading business stories with the other businessmen at our table.

    “Yes,” I answered. “Visiting from Bangkok, where I work at the American embassy.”

    “You are in superb shape. Do you do modeling?”

    “I haven’t. I must ask whether you are a model yourself, though-and where did you get those great clothes?”

    “No, I’m not a model. Would you like to see more clothes like this-maybe some you can try on yourself-at my flat nearby?”

    “You don’t engage in much foreplay, do you?”

    “Not when I see what I want.”

    “Unfortunately, I’m with someone,” I said, as the barman delivered the drinks to me I’d come up to the bar to fetch.

    “Pity,” Zhao man said as I pushed off from the bar.

    About twenty minutes later when I went to the men’s room while the Dutchman and his friends were trading boasts in French, which I didn’t speak, and thus was not interested in the conversation, I no sooner had unzipped and pulled my cock out than the young Chinese man came in and stood near me at the urinal.

    “No, don’t turn away,” he whispered to me. “Let me watch you, please.”

    I found him attractive, so I half turned to him and let him watch me piss into the urinal, and when I was finished, he reached over and took my cock in his hand. I started to go hard immediately. He had his thumb on my piss slit and was gently rubbing that and jacking my cock with slender fingers running down the underside of my shaft. He moved his other hand up the front of my shirt, deftly opening buttons as he did so and then running his hand over the contours of my torso muscles, giving the impression that he was making a mold of my musculature. All the time he was murmuring how magnificently cut my body was.

    “They have rooms in the back,” he said. “Will you come with me?”

    “What, now?”

    “Yes, please. You have a magnificent body and a strong, manly face. I would like to clothe you and have you model for me.”

    “You want me to go with you to a room in the back so you can clothe me and I can model for you?”

    “Later, yes, if you’re interested. But now I would like you to cover me.”

    “Cover you? You mean fuck you?”

    “Yes, please. You have a beautiful body. I would make it worth your while. I would make a suit for you-one that would fit you like a glove. I would be proud to have my label on such a perfect body.”

    Throughout this exchange he had been slowly pumping my cock, and I was breathing a bit hard and was otherwise very hard. I was sorely tempted, but I didn’t walk out on a guy just because a more tempting one walked by.

    “Sorry, but I came here with someone. Tonight wouldn’t work out for me.”

    “But you would come with me if you were free? You cover men, don’t you?”

    “Yes, I would come. And yes I top men.”

    “You would . . . top . . . . me?”

    “Yes. I find you very arousing. I just can’t tonight.”

    “I think you are about ready to ejaculate. May I take that now and then we can discuss something more?”

    Without asking, he was sinking his knees to the floor, taking my cock in his mouth, and for the three minutes it took me to come down his throat, I was lost to his expert attentions.

    When I returned to my Dutchman, I’m not sure he realized I had ever been gone. I told him I had to go someplace for a while and that I would come back to his room at the hotel later, and he was so oft handed about agreeing to that that I’m not sure he even remembered we had made the assignation. He was steeped in drink and bantering conversation with his business friends. I had been displayed already; he’d gotten whatever good impression he wanted from having me with him.

    I rose from the table and went back to where Zhao was sitting at the bar. “How far away is this apartment of yours?”

    It wasn’t far away at all-just about three blocks. We entered through a shop front. The shop itself was handsomely appointed. The clothes on the male mannequins rising up from the racks and low shelves of men’s folded clothes were even handsome. And so sexy.

    The second story displayed even more intimate apparel. I walked around fingering this and that. I particularly liked the mesh wear.

    “Do you own this shop?” I asked.

    “Yes. And I design the clothes. Do you like them?”

    “Yes, I do. The ones on this floor give me a hard-on, if you must know.”

    “I am happy to hear that. And I would be pleased to do something about that. But first, would you mind if I clothed you and took some photographs? If you allow me to do that, you can have what I pick out for you to wear.”

    I hesitated a moment and Zhao picked up a black mesh body suit that left little to the imagination. I then said I would be happy to be photographed in exchange for the clothes. And, although I apologized, Zhao was happy that I had a raging hard-on for the photographs.

    The photo shoot was on the fifth floor of his shop, which evidently was the first floor of an apartment that went up more floors. The third floor had been his cutting room and the fourth a storage room. The fifth was mostly one large room too, with a kitchen unit on one wall. A velvet-covered platform with camera lights and video machines on tripods surrounding it was in the center of the room and from this a raised runway led off to the back of the floor and a doorway through the only wall partitioning off an area from the larger room. The rest of the room was outfitted with deep, wide sofas and armless upholstered chairs with sloping backs that looked like provocative support for inventive fuck positions-which, as it turned out, was exactly what they were for. The floor was covered with deep-pile carpeting in a light beige, and large, silk pillows were thrown around, apparently haphazardly, but, I was sure, with studied precision.

    This was obviously a party room-and a show room for patrons to view clothing being modeled.

    Zhao photographed me sprawled on the platform and masturbating myself, with my cock poking out of a slit in the mesh bodysuit. And then, when I was hard for him, he set the video cameras in motion, and I fucked him on the platform.

    He moaned deeply when he got the full view of what I was packing, and he groaned and grunted when he felt the full measure of what I could do with it.

    I took him three ways-missionary style, doggy fuck, and side split-before I was worked up enough to ejaculate, all while the cameras were rolling.

    Zhao marveled during the first fuck position, as I stroked him shallow-although he moaned like I was taking him deep-and he fisted the root of my cock that I wasn’t burying and rotated my cock to give him maximum rub on his prostate with my bulb. He cried for mercy when I fucked him deep and fast in the doggy position. But I gave him no quarter-and he loved it. The side split was languid and included kissing and mutual gliding and prodding of hands on each other’s bodies until we came together.

    Zhao was as expert in taking the cock as I was in giving it. He declared he’d never been taken by anyone as young and powerful and cut as I was, and I complimented him on his ability to sheath more than eight inches and to work a cock with his channel muscles.

    It was after that, when he told me how much he had enjoyed me, that he set the unusual proposition.

    “How long will you be in Hong Kong?”

    “A week, maybe eight days.”

    “Are you interested in model sex in exchange for clothes and half the bid your services bring?”

    “I don’t understand.”

    “Do you want your pick of the clothes I make?”

    “You know I want your clothes. You’ve seen how well I like them-what I was willing to do to get this mesh bodysuit.”

    “My clothes are exclusive and they are very expensive. But if you model for my private showings for interested men, and fuck the man who bids the highest for your services at the end of the runway show, you can keep half of the money that’s bid and the clothes you wore on the runway. I think I can arrange three viewing parties while you are in Hong Kong.”

    “I don’t see myself as a runway model,” I answered, with a laugh. “I’m a bit more beefy than the male models I’ve seen.”

    “You will be the hit of the show. I have a few regular models who will also be there. But I predict you will receive the highest bids.”

    He was right. I received the highest bids, fucked six well-heeled middle-aged men on Zhao’s king-sized bed on the sixth floor or on those curvy armchairs on the showroom level, while he-and sometimes another male model-was also being fucked on the bed. And I came away with eight great outfits, including a two-outfit bonus because, Zhao said, I had performed so well and turned an amazingly large profit for him.

    It wasn’t just dumpy older men who Zhao invited to his runway parties either. He was as discerning in the men he invited to watch, bid, and play as he was in the precise cutting of his clothes. I would have happily gone with any of these men in Bangkok just for the fuck. I liked older, wealthy and self-confident men, and I liked fucking older men who melted at being taken by a fit, young Marine. It was all gravy on this gig and all of them were rich enough to offer astonishing sums for my cocking-and I got to keep the clothes I had modeled for them.

    Whenever I came out in an outfit, Zhao would call me his “clothes horse.” I asked him about this later, and he laughed and said, “That’s a signal at my parties. Although the patrons could see it themselves in the cut of the clothes you wore, the significant word there was ‘horse.’ I use this term to denote a certain level of endowment, and the men set their bidding up appropriately to be able to enjoy the extra length and girth. This, plus your magnificent physique, set the bidding at levels I’ve never received before.”

    I returned to Bangkok with three times the money I’d gone on R&R with and a great, sexy wardrobe, along with having my desire for an exotic, free-spirited exercise of my cock, and with an agreement to come back for my R&R next year. Zhao said he loved the Marine in me, and I said I knew of a couple more of the Marine guards at the Bangkok embassy who might like the same deal.

    The Dutch businessman was, fortuitously, on the same flight back to Bangkok that I was on. I modeled my new wardrobe for him in his room at the Dusit Thani, gave him another hard, inventive-position 5,000 Thai baht fuck, and barely made it back to Marine House before the last minute of my memorable R&R was up.

    Yep, I love my Asian tour-and my nifty new wardrobe.


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  • Narration of turning a straight man gay

    I first noticed you as I walked into the locker room. You were just leaving to work out and I was so sorry I missed watching you change. I had to hide my half hard-on as I got dressed just thinking about what I’d missed not seeing you naked. Then I saw you out in the gym weight room. I walked by and saw the outline of your cock in your shorts as you worked your legs with squats. God I wanted to grab your ass cheeks and suck every bit of you down my throat as far as I could stand it. I caught your attention when you saw me hesitate, standing in front of you with that lustful look on my face. I knew you were straight, but then you’d probably not been with a guy before. It seems we both wanted to change that.

    So here we are at your place, Mr. Stallion, with nothing to stop us. I don’t hesitate to let you know what I want. I love watching you get hard while I tell you how sexy you are and how much I want your dick in my mouth. Jesus, look at that beautiful thing rising and pulsing just asking me to suck it. And you like it when a guy sucks your dick, don’t you you stud? Oh sure, women want you but nothing makes your dick harder than when you’re with a man who loves stroking your shaft, licking your balls and using his mouth to lure the cum out of your cock.

    God I love how you taste! I love the feel of your manhood sliding across my tongue. I can taste your salty essence coating my throat as I feel your cock throbbing inside me. I can see the veins and tendons in your neck straining to tell the world how much you like this. Your groans go back in forth between ecstasy and helplessness as your mind battles with just how much you like another man sucking you off.

    You feel my hand caressing your balls as your guilt turns to joy. You feel incredibly sexy hearing me describe just how much you turn me on. Our combined lust electrifies the room. In this moment, nothing is more important to me than making you cum. Give it up stud. Give me what I crave. Let go of all your inhibitions and cum inside me as you’ve never cum before.

    My head is bobbing the full length of your gorgeous cock as my right hand rhythmically follows the pace tightly wrapped around your girth. You can feel my chin contacting your balls with each thrust of your manhood down my throat. That inevitable orgasmic feeling starts to erupt as never before starting from an unknown place deep inside you.

    Suddenly you find yourself gasping frantically and your hips buck desperately as the moment arrives. You can feel your cock spurting gobs of cum as you fill my throat with your seed. I use my left hand to bring myself off at the same moment shooting so hard you feel your crotch and balls get drenched.

    In the aftermath of our ecstasy, I begin to rub our combined juices all over your cock and balls and then lick you clean. There is no denying how much we both enjoyed this and how much we want it to happen again.

  • Halloween Masquerade: Taken on Halloween

    Author Disclaimer: This is a work of fantasy/fiction and any resemblance to any person, or place is not intentional. It is my first story creation and I welcome your review and kind comments.

    A few weeks before Halloween…

    The invitation came in a thick black envelope with gold lettering. Inside was a single gold cardstock sheet with black lettering:

    Private Party: Halloween Masquerade

    Halloween 11pm.

    Your host: Drake Daemon

    Address: 666 Devils Reach Drive

    Hmmm… Impressive. I don’t recognize the address but it’s close by. Drake …that name sounds vaguely familiar, I wonder how I know him?

    Oh, wait, I bet he’s the guy I met at “Scandals” two weeks ago… tall, dark and mysterious!

    Now I remember… yeah, Drake… a stud, looked to be in his late 20s, about 6’2″, 185#, dark thick hair, chiseled face, with just the right amount of scruff. I don’t recall what he was wearing but he looked good, and there was no hiding the buff body under his clothes and the substantial bulge in the crotch of his pants.

    I’d had a few drinks before I met him, so I don’t remember everything we talked about but I do recall his dark piercing eyes and how he seemed to look right into my soul.

    I felt my pulse quicken and cock thicken in my tight jeans as I looked into his eyes and remember him saying, “we will meet again,” and everything after that is fuzzy… I guess I need to cut back on the alcohol.

    Erm, I must have given him my address– whatever, I don’t have any plans for Halloween and am definitely up for a party. His invite is impressive, so I’m sure the party will be great. I’ll have to think about what to wear.

    Oh, about me, I’m James, 22, just graduated from College this past May and am working some odd jobs right now until I find what I really want to do. I’m an only child and lost my parents five years ago in a car crash and have pretty much been on my own since that time.

    I was on the swim team in High School and College so I have a lean, smooth body, nicely defined chest, cut abs and a tight bubble butt on my 5’10” frame. I continue to swim 4-5 days a week to keep in shape. I have short-cropped blonde hair, and am told I’m good looking by the few people I’ve dated. My cock is uncut, about 7″ and pretty thick.

    Sexually, I don’t have a lot of experience with girls or guys but I am finding my attraction and curiosity leaning more to guys. I don’t like labels, but I guess I’m a straight guy, Bi curious. In high school I dated a few girls, but when things started to get more serious I ended it…no need to rush into anything.

    With guys, usually after a few beers, I’ve topped a few times, but never penetrated… mostly just mutual J/O and 69… like I said, I’m curious.

    So, I feel my experience is limited at this point, but for the last couple of weeks, I find my mind wandering at times about having a guy take control and giving me what he knows I need. I’ve never thought of myself as the submissive type, I’ve always been sort of independent, confident, more leader than follower. But in the last two weeks, my nightly dream fantasies have involved some pretty strange situations, always with me naked, restrained in various ways, and being sexually stimulated, anally penetrated.

    I usually wake up at the point of orgasm, feeling strange, drenched in sweat, my heart racing and realize that I’ve cum all over myself.

    In my dream I don’t see the person controlling me but I have an intense longing to give myself to him and be under his control.

    Like I said, these are not feelings I’ve had before and I’m finding my mind wandering during the day thinking about this mystery person and what is happening to me. I usually end up aroused, leaking and with an uncomfortable erection and have to sneak into the restroom at work and stroke out a load. Intense!

    …What is happening to me?

    The next weekend I went out shopping for a costume for the Halloween Masquerade party. After shopping around I decided to go in all black, black skinny leather pants, black body hugging long sleeve button shirt and a simple black eye mask. I know what you’re thinking, not really imaginative when it comes to costumes!

    Ugh, I can’t stop thinking about this guy, Drake; his eyes just keep coming back to my thoughts. What is going on? My cock is getting thick just thinking about him now. I can’t wait for the party so I can meet him again and find out more about this mystery man.

    Days go by:

    It’s Halloween night and I Just finished showering and getting dressed for the Masquerade party. I jacked off in the shower to calm me down a bit…yeah, I really needed the relief!

    I decided to take a cab to the party just in case I have too much to drink.

    The house is located behind a gated drive and sets back from the street about 100 yards. The expansive house is quite impressive from the street, gothic style with a circular drive. The cab driver drops me off out front and I get his number so I can call him when I’m ready to go home.

    I don’t see any other cars out front, so maybe others had the same idea and took a cab or parked on the street. As I walk up the front steps I notice a sign that says: Enter at your own risk! and the front door is slightly open, so I take that as a signal to just come on in to the party. Spooky! I’m excited with anticipation for the party.

    The entry way opens up into a large dimly lit foyer with a large

    spiral stairway to the right. Directly ahead is a wide hallway.

    The interior is richly furnished and all of the lighting is dimmed by candlelight. There are some carved pumpkins on the hall table and an arrow pointing down the hallway. I wonder where everyone is hanging out; I guess I’ll follow the arrow.

    The hallway is long and dark, only lit by candles (probably for the spook factor) and I can faintly hear music coming from the back of the house. As I walk down the hall I see light spilling out into the hall from a room at the end. I have goose bumps in anticipation.

    As I get to the room and look inside I discover that it’s a den, with a desk on one end, with a single chair facing the desk, a crackling fireplace, and another door leading to yet another room.

    I’m starting to feel like I maybe wandered into the wrong house and my sense of fight or flight is about to kick in and the hair is standing up on the back of my neck…

    When suddenly I hear a deep voice say, “Welcome to my home, James.”

    I look in the direction of the voice and realize that someone is seated behind the desk. I guess I didn’t notice him when I came into the room.

    Calming myself, I said, “Hello” “You must be Drake?”

    “Yes”, “I’m very glad you are able to make it this evening.”

    “Thank you… aah-a-am I early? I didn’t see anyone else on my way

    in.” Looking around and still feeling like I should run.

    “No, your timing is perfect, there are others here and we will join them in time. Please come sit and let’s get to know each other first.” He motions to the chair, smiling.

    As I walked over to take a chair facing him, he stands up to greet me and I suddenly feel light headed, like the room is spinning a bit. I can feel his eyes on me, taking in my body as I walk toward him. Time seems to stand still. What is happening to me?

    As I regain my balance, I notice he is dressed completely in black as well, his broad shoulders and thick arms covered by a black silk shirt open at the neck and chest to reveal his well-developed dark fur covered pecs. My eyes wander down his torso to his thin waist and I notice a large bulge extending below his crotch to his tree trunk legs…fuuck!

    I quickly realize that I am staring and lingering too long on his body. As I look up into his eyes, I feel blush color my cheeks.

    He too is wearing a mask, but I recognize those dark, intense eyes, looking back at me from behind the mask.

    Shaking slightly, I extend my hand and say “vv-very nice to meet you Drake and tt-thank you for inviting me here this evening.”

    “Sit James, it is my pleasure.”

    As I sit down in the chair, I begin to feel light headed again.

    I can feel his eyes on me.

    He removes his mask and says, “Remove your mask James so I can see you more clearly.”

    I remove my mask and place it on the corner of the desk.

    ” You are very handsome. I’ve been looking forward to having you since I saw you at the club.”

    “Having me?” puzzled by his use of the word.

    “Yes, since the moment we first met, I have been part of you; in your thoughts, and dreams. Before this night is over, you will be mine completely.”

    “H-hhuh? Wha… Suddenly my heart is racing and I’m shaking my head trying to take in all he said. My head is fuzzy and all of my senses are heightened.

    “Come here, James”

    I hear his words, and in my mind I am trying to resist him, but I feel my body rise up and am walking toward him. It’s like being inside a dream, I am completely under his spell, yet I can’t help feeling like this is my destiny.

    Then, I’m standing so close to him that I can feel his breath on me as he takes in my body. I am not able to resist him. He stands and looks directly into my eyes. He touches my face, caresses my cheek, and runs a finger along my lips. I can feel the warmth of his touch, like electricity flowing out of his fingertip and into me. I am not able to move but can feel everything.

    He slowly moves his finger down my neck, to the top of my shirt and as he moves down the buttons come undone and my shirt falls open to his touch to reveal my smooth chest and defined chest and abs.

    He tweaks my nipples with his fingers and my cock jumps in my pants.

    “m–mmmm.”

    He smiles, and does it again, another moan escapes my mouth and I feel my cock start to lengthen and leak.

    Drake has me in a trance and I am unable to move, powerless; only his to explore as he continues down my body. I feel his hand slide across my abs to the top of my leather pants.

    With only his touch, my pants come undone and fall to the floor. He traces my treasure trail with his finger and squeezes the now tight bulge of cock in my boxer briefs.

    “Uuhhh,” I moan, from the pleasure of his touch, as my briefs are suddenly ripped from my body revealing my trimmed pubes and smooth ball sack.

    My cock is rock hard and all 7″ are standing straight up and I can feel pre cum leaking out of the slit.

    I am now completely naked except for my socks and shoes.

    He is touching me now, my balls…cock, not stroking, just touching. But with every touch I feel that same electric energy surge flowing through me. All of my senses are heightened and I’ve never felt anything so powerful in my life.

    I’m moaning almost uncontrollably now delirious from his touch and I’m fighting back the urge to cum that is rising up from his touch.

    “James, you will not cum, but will remain on the edge until I allow you release. Is that clear?”

    “y-yes sir.” I groan.

    The desire for release is intense and the feeling is flowing through my groin. But I am not able to touch myself, or even move. I hear his words and my body obeys him.

    …time passes

    I must have blacked out, because suddenly I awaken and I am in a different room.

    I am completely naked and somehow suspended— my arms outstretched above my head and my legs parted.

    My cock is still hard and dripping and I can feel the electricity of desire flowing throughout my body and am on the edge of sexual release.

    “Where am I?”

    I look up and Drake is walking across the room toward me.

    He is now completely naked. His body is massive and powerfully made. His sexy defined chest, covered in dark fur, a trail leading down to his groin. His heavy cock is at least 9 inches, thickly veined with full balls hanging below.

    “You are where I want you to be and ready for my taking. You have come here of your own free will and now I will make you mine.”

    I am shaking and scared at this point but feel powerless to resist him.

    “Ww-why me, Pp-please let me go and I won’t say anything to anyone.” Scared shit-less at this point.

    “No, leaving is not an option for you, very shortly, my seed will be inside you and you will be mine. Your desire to be anywhere else will disappear and you will exist only for my pleasure.”

    “Every year on Halloween, I choose one young male specimen to claim and add to my collection. This year it is you.”

    “But…” and before the words could get out of my mouth, he pulled me to him and wrapped his arms around my body.

    I responded to his touch, my arms and legs moved as he wanted them and I was unable to resist or move them on my own. The intense pleasure of being on the edge of orgasm continued to flow through my naked body.

    His hands were all over me, pinching my nipples, biting them with his teeth, licking, sucking them. The pleasure was intense and I was moaning with pleasure at his every touch. His fingers found my butt and were moving up and down my crease, encircling my hole.

    Then I felt his fingers, first one, two, and then three, inside me slowly stretching my hole.

    I felt a little pain and pressure in the beginning but the warm pleasure was soon spreading and shooting up through me. I didn’t know my ass could feel so much pleasure.

    He looked into my eyes as he was exploring my passage with his fingers to gauge my reaction. I was lost in the pleasure of his touch.

    When he hit my prostate, my eyes rolled back and I cried out in ecstasy. “Ohhhh! Uhhhhhhh!”

    He covered my mouth with his and kissed me deeply as he removed his fingers from my hole and pulled me closer into his embrace. My legs and arms wrapped tightly around him. He replaced his fingers with the head of his rigid cock and slowly pushed into me as he thrust his tongue deep into my throat.

    The heat emanating from his body and his big cock as he thrust into my hole was more than I could have imagined. I felt so full and every inch of my body was tingling from the sensations of our connection.

    He continued to push his large, thick cock into my tight hole. It seemed like he plunged into me for hours, the pleasure flooded my body with every thrust and I remained right on the edge of release.

    I had not felt such pleasure and passion until this moment. I let go and cried out,

    “Oh fuuck, take my ass, fill me up and make me yours!”

    He pistoned his rigid cock deep inside me and I could feel him reach release and felt his hot cum filling me. I suddenly felt faint, the room spinning again. My body absorbed his seed and was transformed for his craving.

    “Take my daemon seed boy! Cum for me now!”

    At the sound of his voice my cock exploded, shooting volumes of cum up between our hot sweaty bodies.

    My cock continued to spasm as he took my mouth once again with his and kissed me deeply as we came down from our orgasms.

    His cock remained solid inside my ass. I knew he was planning to take me once more. —I wanted him again.

    “You are mine now, body and soul forever.” As if I could walk away…

    “You will be forever young and live for my touch, my pleasure.

    You will remain here with me, and join the other young men I have collected over the centuries on Halloween.”

    As he finished speaking, he placed a gold collar around my neck.

    The collar was engraved with “Halloween 2014”.

    I knew at that moment that I was “His” and my cock jumped at the thought-

    … craved it.

    The End.


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  • Alex and the Hustler

    A sudden breeze sent the falling leaves scurrying to the gutter with the sound of rustled paper. I felt the first drop as it struck my cheek and, looking up to the dark clouds, I knew we were in for a heavy rain, but I was too much in need to leave the fire hydrant that was my seat.

    I looked at the other hustlers around me, sitting on curbs or steps, or leaning against buildings. They looked to the threatening skies with anxious frowns. Though the raindrops were warm and tropical, they caused the young men to put on discarded jackets, or button opened shirts to cover bare skin.

    We were on Selma Avenue in Hollywood, the citys’ most active meat-rack, and we were male hustlers selling ourselves to the cruising Johns. It was Friday afternoon of a summer day in 1964. I was a student at USC engaged in the graduate study of economics with the ultimate goal of law school, and I supplemented my meager income in a most pleasant and satisfying way.

    Like the others, I had been hoping for a week-end lover; a John who would keep me until Monday morning, when I would return to the straight world, richer in experience and wallet. But the rain put a damper on that hope.

    (no pun intended). It was raining hard, now.

    I watched them, as they took off, one by one, headed for gay bars and coffee shops and porn theaters, in the hopes of finding their Johns there.

    Those with money would go to one of the many bath houses that thrived in this iniquitous part of the city, and wait for the rain to stop. But I refused to leave my seat, the most exposed and noticeable site on the street. I was horny and broke. There were no alternatives.

    My hair was wet, thoroughly so. I could barely see for my glasses were covered with drops of rain water. I was dressed in running shorts and a t-shirt, both of which were of such thin material that as they clung to body, they revealed it, showing all the subtle nuances: the rippling muscles quivering in excitement, and the sprinkling of hair that scattered over my chest and down my abdomen. Even my nipples, enlarged and erect, crowning a well-developed chest, were visible. I felt a stirring in my loins as the wet shorts gripped me and molded around the curves of my testicles and held in the expanding penis. The rain was turning me on.

    I sensed a growing excitement as I realized that I was the only hustler left on the street. I guess if it hadn’t been for the rain, what happened that week-end never would have happened.

    When the red Corvette turned the corner and slowed down as it approached me, I knew that something was about to break loose. When it flashed its’

    lights, I knew for sure. I stood up, better to reveal my slender frame and smiled a welcome greeting. I had been hustling ever since my first year in college, and knew that to hook the fish, I had to make the first move, even though the John, in fact, was the hunter. It was necessary to assure him in some way that I was not vice. I rolled my tongue over my lips and touched the fly on my short shorts. Dipping my head, I smiled bringing my fingers to my lips in a suggested kiss. He steered the Corvette to the curb, and rolled down the window on the passenger side.

    I leaned on the car door and looked in. Ah! This was the moment of revelation.

    He was a young man. His hair was long, sitting over the tops of his ears and cascading down his neck. It was copper gold in color. He was handsome.

    Angular features clearly defined the high cheek bones and jutting chin.

    Blue eyes smiled as his lips formed an almost bashful grin, but he held his head high and proud. He was an aristocrat, a man who had lived the good life, never wanting or worrying. How lucky for me, for he was not only handsome, he was rich, too.

    “What’s up?” he asked looking at me, a half-smile flashing across his face.

    I nodded a silent yes to his implied question. Now we both were playing it carefully. Neither of us was sure of the other yet.

    “I guess it’s raining pretty hard,” I said non-committantly. An understate- ment if ever there was one.

    “Maybe you’d better get in out of the rain,” he said reaching for the door.

    His tongue protruded from full lips. The smile was frozen in place. He stared at my crotch. My cock had swollen to horizontal and extended my wet shorts out, pointing at him. I made no attempt to cover myself, for I felt safe with him now. It was obvious what he was, just as it was obvious what I was. We both wanted each other. The door opened and I slipped onto the leather seat.

    “How much?”

    “Depends……How much time you want?”

    “I’m in L.A. for the week-end and I…..”

    “I usually get 200 for all night,” I interrupted, “a three nighter is five.”

    He was so handsome I was about to add, ‘but I’ll do it for three,’ but he nodded his acceptance and the terms were agreed upon with minimum discussion.

    I settled back on the soft leather seat as he accellerated the car.

    Silence in the beginning has always been awkward for me. “What do I call you?” I asked him.

    “My name is Alex, but you call me Sir! You understand?” He looked at me briefly. he smile was gone and the warmth of him went away with it. “You do what I tell you and we’ll get along just fine.”

    “Yes Sir!”

    He headed east on Sunset until we got to the Silverlake hills. Turning right on Maltman, he soared up the steep hill and around Winslow, then turned into a narrow drive. An electric door opened for us to drive through, then it closed quietly. We were in a garage. Leaving the car we entered a large room. There were no windows. The walls were mirrored No lamps were lit to dispell the dimness of the room. The remains of a fire smouldered in the fireplace. He added several logs and their illumination brighted the room. He struck a match and lit many candles.

    Their dancing flames added an erotic atmosphere.

    He walked to a counter against the wall. It was a bar of sorts, and he got two bottles of beer. He handed one to me. He didn’t ask me if I wanted it.

    I watched him as he strode across the room. He was tall. Very tall.

    Muscular, yet lean. His figure was young and athletic. He walked quickly with a spring in his step. Then he turned toward me and saluted with his beer. His smile was back now, and I felt better for it.

    “Take off your clothes,” he said.

    And I did.

    I stood naked, my hands by my side. I watched him as he stared at me. He was intent, as though he were memorizing my body. It was exciting to have him look at me. I could feel the blood rush to my cock as it became erect.

    I am uncut, and the foreskin rolled back with the swelling of the muscle.

    I felt exposed and vulnerable. My nipples harded too, and I wished he would command me to do something. It seemed strange to be so silent at so exciting a moment.

    He looked pleased, happy with his purchased. There was the confidence of ownership as he walked around me assessing my curves and angles. A micro inspection of a naked slave. This was the crucial moment in a hustlers’

    life; the moment of acceptance. Knowing that he was not disappointed caused a thrill to rush through me. It was almost as good as being loved.

    “Grab you ankles.”

    “Yes Sir!”

    He slapped the curve of my buttocks with his open hand. He slapped again.

    There was a resounding crack. I almost fell over.

    “Steady,” he said, smiling, and he slipped a finger into my anus. As far as it would go. He twisted it inside my rectum. “I’m going to fuck you, a lot.

    And then he laughed. “Shit! It’s full of shit!”

    He pulled his finger out and brought it around to my face. The familiar smell of this secret garden excited me. “Lick it,” he said. “Clean it.”

    and I did.

    “Get up on the bed, and lay on you back.”

    I did as I was told. I looked at him. His tie was untied now, hanging loosely around his neck. The top buttons of his shirt were open, and I could see a mass of copper chest hair. I wished he would take off his clothes. I wanted to make him feel good. I wanted his cock.

    “Raise your legs,” he said gruffly, “Get them up. Higher. Yes, that’s it, back over your shoulder.

    Then came the hum. He had an electric razor in his hand. He put it into the crack of my ass. The steady vibration of it caused a delicious sensation in my cock. He worked the razor back and forth slowly and carefully, shaving away the hair that grew there. It took a long time.

    I wished it would take forever for the pleasure in my cock was sharp and sweet. When the crack was shaved clean, he applied the razor to my balls.

    “Aaahhh! Aaahhh!” I cried. “Oh God, Sir! You better stop or I’ll come.”

    “Don’t come,” his voice was firm and demanding. “You understand?”

    “Yes Sir.”

    He continued shaving the balls and then up the swollen and erect cock to shave away a few errant hairs that grew on it. I held my fingers in a tight fist. I thought of mother and christmas and tried to sing silent carols……’Oh Holy Night!’ I cried real tears, and my nails cut into the palm of my hand. eventually he pulled away. The humming stopped, and though there were no there were no more vibrations, my cock tingled with exquisite pleasure that only gradually receded. I had delayed coming. He smiled, nodding his satisfaction. I was rewarded.

    I was extremely horny now. I could still feel the tingle in my cock and balls. I was ready, but he prolonged it, continuing the agonizing pleasure of delay. He handed me another can of beer. A cool liquid respite to hold off, and wash away the tightness in my parched throat.

    I smelled the marijuana as he lit a joint. Sucking in a great gust of its’

    smoke into his lungs, he passed it to me and I did the same, holding it in as long as I could. It exploded out in a fit of coughing. I sipped the beer and lay back enjoying the delicious surge of lust.

    We looked at each other. The vision, improved by marijuanas’ veil, enhanced all physical things. His smile was open now, revealing white even teeth, surrounded by full and pasionate lips. Deepset eyes flashed hot desire, and my growing excitement caused me to stretch my body, offering it to him.

    His steel blue eyes continued to stare at me. I watched as they went from cock to nipples to my face, my nipples, and back to my cock again. It was as though his stare reached out and caressed my skin. I loved the way he looked at me, wishing only that he would take off his clothes. I wanted him naked too, to see the whole of him. But he was teasing himself as well as me.

    His hands touched my shoulders, pushing me back onto the bed. I stared at the ceiling. It was mirrored, too. I reached up to embrace myself. At that moment he grabbed my arms and pulled them back over my head, so that my wrists touched each corner. With an incredibly swift and silent movement he locked them into restraints that had been hidden there. The soft leather gripped my wrists and held them to the surface of the bed. It happened too quickly for me to stop it, though I knew at the time, that given the choice I would have submitted to his wants.

    When he went to my ankles, I lay passive on the hard mattress. I was ready to give him anything he desired. No longer a hustler, the soul of a slave had taken over. I belonged to him now.

    Underneath his jeans, his basket was full, the cock stretching to get out of its’ confinement. I watched the expanding crotch, and saw the shape of the bone, alive and warm. The stain on the fabric of his slacks was dripping loves’ juices. I looked to his blue eyes, willing him to bring his cock out and jam it into my mouth.

    His eyes were smiling, pleased with himself, but his lips frowned in deep concentration as he affixed the leather braces to my ankles in slow deliberation. Once secure, he attached them to a chain, which he hooked on to the back wall. My legs were pulled high into the air, and lay over my prone body. The hooks on the wall were position wide apart, so that my legs veered in opposite directions, spreading my buttocks and exposing my hairless anus.

    He played with it, inserting his fingers. First one, then two and three.

    The shit in the lower bowel did not bother him. When he pulled his fingers away, I could see the brown stains, and could smell the pungent odor of it.

    He put his finger to my face and smelled them, inhaling as one inhale poppers.

    He put his fingers into my mouth, and I washed them clean.

    He chuckled to himself, “You like that don’t you?”

    “Yes sir.”

    It was then that he stood up and looked at my contorted body, doubled in its’

    strange position, and he unbuttoned his shirt, and throwing it on the floor, he kicked off his shoes. Slipping out of his jeans, he was naked at last!

    I looked at him. His handsome face was unimportant now. I studied only his enormous cock jutting out of his hairy loins. The tip of it was red and shiny in the soft candlelight. He too, was uncut. His body, perfect in every way had not been tampered with. The prepuce was loose, and I watched it as it slid back over the swelling knob. Thick blue veins coursed down the side of the swollen muscle losing themselves in the thick bush of coppered-colored hair. It was huge. There must have been ten inches of solid meat, slender in circumference. The piss eye stared at me. I wanted to grab it, to hold it, to play with it, to love it with kisses, to worship it with a sucking mouth.

    “You want it bad, don’t you, cocksucker?” he said with a sneer.

    I nodded yes. Words were unnecessary, and inadequate too. I strained my arms from the restraints in an attempt to free them so that I could touch this idol cock.

    “Yes Sir, ” I said. “I want it. Please give it to me sir.” I could feel the hurt in my own cock as it stretched beyond its limit.

    The mattress shook like a violent sea as he climbed upon it, and placing one knee on each side of me, he straddled my chest. I felt his heavy testicles on my neck as he rubbed his cock over my face. I opened my mouth wishing him to put it in, but he only teased me, allowing a licking wet kiss on the shaft. I tasted salty sweat as his balls covered my open mouth, and his erect cock rubbed over my forehead. So near, yet so far.

    He slid forward so that now he was sitting on my face. My nose was buried in his musky crack. I wondered at the filth of it. He was so much the gentleman, fastidious and perfect in all appearances, yet the many hairs that grew there were crusted with gobs of dried shit. It must have been weeks since he had cleaned himself. The smell of this secret Eden sent shocking impulses down my spine and I kissed his filthy anus with open lips, my tongue separating the hairs that covered it. The tasty membrane was smooth and slick.

    I sucked away the remnants of shit caught in the hair. He pressed himself down on my face and I sucked on his shitty asshole. His sphincter relaxed, opened so that my tongue slipped inside, licking away the bitter shit. He groaned his pleasure, while I muffled mine. But my pleasure had to be greater than his. After a while, he raised his trunk off my face. I tried to hold him there, for I wasn’t ready to let him go yet, but he pulled away.

    “Please, don’t go, Sir.” But he didn’t go. He only twisted his position around so that he was facing the other way. He settled his buttocks back down on my face, and I pushed my tongue into his asshole once more. “Ah, yes. thank you, sir,” I said as I sucked and the luscious feast continued.

    And then a new sensation. I felt a warm flush of liquid on my cock. God, he was pissing on me! Ah God! The pleasure was too much to bear. I pulled my body up off the bed, to better meet the cascading stream, and I pushed my violent tongue deeper into his ass-hole, slobbering saliva, and sucking shit from it in a frenzy.

    His hands reached to a puddle of piss that had gathered in the hollows of my body, and slurped the warm slimy liquid everywhere; into my pits, over my nipples, down my abs, and the hot steamy piss still flowed out of his cock and onto mine. His hands cupped my testicles, pulling them up against the hard cock, and I knew there was no way I could stop it now. No way to call it back. It started deep in the balls, an enormous surge of electric pleasure shot through my swollen penus and exploded cum everywhere. The force of it was so great that it splashed on my chest, my shoulders and certainly on his cock and balls.

    My tongue plunged deeper into his asshole, and I sucked with a fury that could not be denied. He whimpered. He cried. He ground his ass into my face. With a cry of pleasure he exploded his cum, to mingle with mine, on my piss-drenched body.

    When he pulled away, he released the chains that bound me. He stretched his body over mine. Head to head, feet leveraged to feet, stomach to stomach. He held me in his arms and kissed me. I could feel the beating of his heart against mine, and we lay together for a long time, until the passion receded and turned itself into love.

    I was the first to awaken, how many hours later? The light from the many candles was almost gone, for most of them had drown in their own melted wax. But there was light enough for me to see him lying next to me. He was on his back, his head cradled in his hands, elbows to the ceiling.

    His breath came and went in a slow steady rhythm.

    I raised myself to better look at him. How handsome he was. How beautiful his naked body. Curly golden hair scattered over his chest, thick, but not so thick as to cover rust-covered nipples. They protruded out beyond it, flushed with passion. I looked at his cock. It too, surged with a lusty need of love. Standing erect and tall, it soared out of the island of pubic hair. His balls were solid, packed with loves juices, not at all drained as one might expect, given the passion he spent. Was he dreaming a fantasy? The smile on his relaxed face reflected pleasure. It was my duty to enhance it for him.

    I bent forward to suck a nipple. Tasting the salty remnants of dried piss reminded me of the piss bath he gave me, and I felt a stir, a nostalgia to have him do it again. How satisfying it was that I had served him, yielded to his whim.

    He announced my waking him with my kisses, by a quiet moan. He placed his hand on the back of my head and guided it down to where I intended to go anyway. I smelled our spent passion as my nose traced through his body hair on my way to the genital altar….Ah! I kissed it, licked it and loved it with an uncontrolled spasm of lust. His cock was God and I worshipped it with concentration.

    I was his slave, and it was my duty to give excitement in every way.

    But in an indirect way, he was my slave too, for sucking on his cock caused his passion to rise, his need for me to grow, just as I willed it to do. I tasted him, my tongue licking the underside of his balls.

    Then I remembered his ass-hole and the pleasure of it, the exquisite luscious passion that grew between us when he accepted my tongue into this secret part of him. I slipped my tongue back into the forest of redolent hair, smelling of piss and shit and spit and love-sweat.

    Gently he pulled my head away.

    “Here,” he said, “Lay beside me.”

    I did, and he placed his arms around my shoulders drawing me to him.

    He kissed me. His lips were moist and soft. His breath was sweet.

    His tongue pushed its way inside and I sucked on it as it explored the cave of my mouth. It was as though it were alive and independent of the rest of him. Our tongues tangled in a love dance. There was passive pleasure here, delicate and tender. A budding love nurtured between us.

    We sucked breath into our lungs and teased each other with warm, pliable lips, A luscious pleasure washed over us. Hot breath in my ear, echoed his whispers of pleasure mingled with wet kisses. He sucked on my ear as he whispered. His warm and moist breath delived a thrilling message.

    “I want to fuck now.”

    “Yes Sir, I want you to, Sir. Let me take care of it, Sir. Please Sir, just lie still.”

    I went to the table. The marijuana, rolled into tight little logs, was there along with lubricant and poppers. I lit a joint and inhaled a deep breath of it into my lungs. I handed it to him. The dim glow of the flickering candle cast a pale light over him as he lay on his back, looking at his own image staring back at him from the mirrored ceiling.

    His erect cock, tremendous in size reached for it, and lust for it overwhelmed me. ‘That cock is mine, that huge cock is mine.’ I said to myself, “and he is going to fuck me, to shove it up my ass.’

    Bending forward, I kissed it, sucking away all the drudge and passion that had accumulated on it, so that it would be clean when it entered my rectum, my shitty ass-hole. Hunger for the fuck was growing. The horny desire to feel that solid cock inside me was sending thrilling messages of pleasure down my spine like the trigger of lightning.

    I rubbed lubricant over the swollen tip of it and on the shaft. He was watching every movement I made, appraising the actions of his filthy slave. Then I put some in my ass-hole to make the entry easier. I was worried for I knew there would be difficulty taking that huge piece of horse-cock inside me. Then I took the amyl inhaler, full of excitement like a genie in a bottle, and I climbed onto the bed facing him. As I straddled his hips I saw the smile of anticipation in his eyes.

    I lowered myself upon the turgid love-shaft. Looking at him, at his beautiful naked body lying under me, I was too excited to feel the shock of pain as he entered. My ass-hole pulled him into itself like a vaccuum, so anxious was I to be fucked. Ah! We were joined together now. I sat high in the saddle of his cock and balls and began my ride. Slow at first, and then a gradual increase to a cantor. The pleasure of friction increased with each moment, and the exquisite sensation expanded to encompass not only my ass-hole, but my entire body.

    The rhythm of the ride grew faster and faster with mounting ecstacy, and all through the love and passion and pleasure, our eyes were locked together trasferring sensation to love and they told us the climax was near. Crashing symbols burst as we fulfilled our horny needs and exploded our passion with impossible force.

    The pleasure was so great that it could not satisfy us. When it was over we wanted more. His cock remained hard in my rectum as I fell forward, rubbing my chest in the cum accumulated there, and our lips met in a wet kiss and he began to fuck again.

    “Thank you, Sir,” I said.

    ——————————-

    Alex and the Hustler

    Part 2

    by joe wilson

    I felt the comfort and security of his warm body as he tossed one leg over mine and buried his face in the armpit. He licked at the hairs that grew there, like a cat that washes itself. It tickled me. I laughed abruptly from deep in my throat. His arm was around my shoulder.

    The other, his hand dangling in my crotch, played with my cock. I pulled his head away from the pit and reached my face down to his and our tongues met in a lovely kiss.

    “Good morning, Sir,” I said. “I guess it’s morning. Seems like I’ve been sleeping forever…….. What time is it?.”

    He rubbed his cock against my leg. Oh man! He was hard again. He must have come at least six times last night. He stirred, raised from the bed, then fell back down upon it.

    “It’s ten to two. We lost Saturday morning somewhere. “You okay?” he asked in a tone that showed he cared.

    “Yes sir. I’m fine.”

    I stretched my body, luxuriating in the pleasure of his caresses and the silk sheets and his wet kisses, as he licked me. “I’m starving. All that excerise got me hungry. Got the grass munchies too, and my mouth tastes like a fucking cesspool. Other than that I’m fine sir.”

    He chuckled quietly to himself and began licking my chest, seeking a nipple in the absolute darkness of the room. The final candle had flickered in the last light somewhere during the long night. He stirred again and reaching to the table he caused a peach-colored light to glow softly about the room. I looked at him as he lay beside me looking at me.

    “Hello.”

    “Hello Sir,” I answered with a smile. I had forgotten how handsome he was and remembering the night sent a rush of pleasure through me.

    I don’t know your name,” he said.

    “It’s Joe, Sir. Joe Wilson.”

    “Well Joe, you’re something.”

    “You are too, Sir.”

    He bounded out of bed with the whoop of the comanche. “Come on Joe.

    Let’s get dressed and get some chow.” He turned to me and added, “I got some clothes you can wear.”

    “Yes Sir,” I shouted with happy excitement as I followed him.

    It was late afternoon by the time we finished our combined breakfast and lunch. We were resuscitated now. All the energies were put back into our bodies. We spent the rest of the day in happy contentment, solidifying a friendship that was growing fast and complete, discovering many mutual likes and dislikes in music and food and art.

    I accepted my roll of subservience because I knew that that was the way he wanted it to be between us. And looking back upon it over the years, I know that that’s the way I wanted it too. I was so in awe of the beauty or him that a different role would have been impossible.

    Neither of us spoke of what we did to each other the night before. It was as though speaking of it would break the spell of it, and the excitement of forbidden pleasures would be lost.

    After a lovely twilight at the beach, watching the sunset, we had an expensive dinner at Katsu on Hillhurst. Experimenting with the unusual and exotic was the pattern of our relationship. Afterwards we took a slow cruise down the meat-rack checking out the hustlers and the johns. I saw the fire-plug that I claimed, noticing that it was unoccupied. Perhaps he who had used it earlier in the evening, was now tangling legs and tongues somewhere with a new lover. It was almost ten. I snuggled next to Alex, my hand caught in his loins, feeling the bone expand. My belonging to him was secure now.

    “It’s early. Let’s get a beer or two and watch the hunter catch his quarry.” A poetic statement for the evening.

    “Yes Sir.”

    The bar was crowded with the usual coterie of gays in their flamboyant and outrageous costumes. He held my hand, the sign of possession, as he pulled me toward the counter. With two Buds each, we drifted back against a wall in a dark corner to watch the excitement of the night.

    After we finished our first beer, Alex lit a joint and passed it to me.

    It was quality. The marijuana washed over me like a giant blush.

    Suddenly, all the erotic excitement of last night came together from outer limits where I had suppressed it all day. In a crashing moment I wanted it all again. All of it. I wanted Alex. I wanted sex. I wanted his cock, and most of all, I wanted his anus, his luscious moist and hot ass-hole.

    Alex’s needs must have mastered him too, for I watched in fascination as he opened his zipper and pulled out his cock, growing in size and tumescence. He held it down with one hand so that the piss slit was aimed at the empty bottle he held in the other hand. As he pissed his stream into it, he seemed unaware that everyone around us was watching.

    When the bottle was full he handed it to me. Words were unnecessary.

    It was warm to the touch, and with my hand shaking with anticipation, I raised the bottle to my lips and drank it all. Murmurs of approbation mixed with approval surrounded us.

    When it was finished, Alex whispered in my ear, “Let’s go,” and to surprising applause we fled to the Corvette and drove home to the house on the ridge in Silverlake.

    “You okay?” he asked as he held my hand, entwining his fingers with mine.

    “Yes Sir. I almost creamed, but I didn’t.”

    His laugh was sudden and spontaneous. “Yipes!” he cried, and the car spurted ahead.

    In flickering candlelight we undressed each other. Slowly at first, kissing lips and tongues, unbuttoning buttons and pulling down zippers.

    Our hands slipped into warm and hairy places, touching bare skin and solid muscles. Our eyes triggered the excitement growing in our loins.

    Once naked, we assumed the attitude of lovers tenderly transferring loves’

    pleasures from one to the other, sucking body parts into hungry mouths like vampires; lapping on hot skin, sprinkled with smelly hair, still redolent with the pissy shit of last nights’ orgy.

    Somehow we fell into the contra position of the sixty-nine. My mouth slipped over the cock and testicles to the bitter anus, softly yielding to my probing tongue. His belly hair mingled with mine. Ah! This is what I wanted, what I had been missing all day, my nose buried in his ass-crack smelling all his secrets, the levels of sensation sharpened by marijuanas’ smoke. Our ejaculate was timed for a mutual explosion of exquisite pleasure that belongs only to lovers.

    We rested a while. A brief moment in our sexual odyssey. Then passion resumed its dominance, and we disappeared into our role of master and slave.

    The chrome and tile of the huge bathroom gleamed in the candles’ light.

    Looking into the mirrored wall my image was reflected back. I was lying spread-eagled, on a leather sling that hung from the ceiling, and rested about three feet above the floor. My legs, spread apart, were raised above my horizontal torso. I could see into the mirror on the other wall.

    My ass was exposed, shorn of the hairs that grew there. My puckered hole, pink and vulnerable, was open and available. He stood beside me with a narrow anal probe, electrified and buzzing. The hum was barely perceptible, like the wings of a butterfly, but it triggered a shudder of anticipation.

    He touched it to my balls, and traced the vibrating tip of it up my hard cock to where the foreskin had fallen back. Slipping over the glans to the exposed tip, he rested it on the piss-slit. Excitement was short-waved to all the erogenous zones. Pulsating pleasure spheres shot like darts everywhere inside me. Then back to the anus, loose and dilating with expected pleasure, he inserted it inside my rectum, deeper and deeper, until finally it grazed againse my prostate.

    “Oh my god, Sir!”

    “Don’t come.”

    “Oh my god, Sir”

    “Don’t come I said, and I mean it.”

    “Pleae, please stop, Sir. Oh jesus god! I’m coming. Oh my god!”

    “Don’t come slave. I said don’t come. I mean it ass-hole.”

    “Oh jesus help me!” I cried as the cum shot out of my cock.

    “I told you not to come. I ordered it, he yelled in a harsh and abrupt scream, his words echoing against the hard walls of mirror and tile. “How dare you disobey me. You’ll be punished now.” Each word was punctuated by a resounding slap on my hip.

    He unshackled my arms and legs, and helping me out of the sling he led me to a table on a side wall.

    “Bend over,” he said. Rest your arms on top. That’s it, lean on it,” and he picked up a paddle. “Now baby, you’ll get it. I’ll teach you to disobey me. Bend over, slave.”

    “I’m sorry, Sir.” He hit me, sharp and powerful, a resounding crack shattered the quiet.

    “Apologize!”

    “I’m sorry, Sir.”

    He hit me again. A stinging blow on my buttocks. “Louder,” he yelled as he struck me again.

    “I’m sorry, Sir,” I yelled back. I could see him relected in the mirror.

    His cock was thrust forward, stuffed with passion. His body thrilled at the beating, wallowed in lust that now dictated his every move.

    And as each slap on the cheeks resounded, the sting of it caused a wonderful warmth and pleasure in the heart of my balls and the core of my cock.

    “Oh my god, Sir, please, hit me harder. I’m sorry I disobeyed you. Hit me harder, Sir. I deserve it, Sir. I’m sorry.”

    And the paddle came down on my ass in one more swipe of justice. He fell to his knees and, grabbing me around the waist, he pulled my body to him, slobbering over my ass. His tongue washed away the stinging hurt with kisses, as a father would tend the wounds of his son. He slipped his fingers into the crack between the ass-cheeks and separating them he kissed my hole.

    “Ah Sir!” I moaned. “Ah! Ah!”

    He pulled away and raised himself from his subordinate position. I turned to him and we were locked in a lovers embrace, welded together by a deep wet kiss. Our cocks tangled in pubic hair, and he led me out of the bathroom to the bed where he lay beside me. He looked at me, his eyes were warm and glistened with tears caught in golden lashes.

    “I love you,” he said as he exhaled sweet breath over me. And his lips pasted circles of wet on all the parts of my chest and abdomen that they touched, and then he kissed my cock, so proud in its strength and rock hardness. The solid muscle rising out of its’ patch of hair as though it had its own presence, independent from the rest of my body. And I watch his reflection in the mirror as he licked my cock with his agile tongue and deep throat. He pulled away, turning his head he looked at me.

    “Don’t come.”

    “Yessir! I won’t come. Not now, Sir.” And he worshipped my cock in all the ways that he knew, and I didn’t come.

    We drank beer and smoked grass and watched porn on the giant T V screen as we lay together naked on the bed. Our hands and mouths built pleasures plateaus, each higher than the last, and like the tower of babel, reached to heaven.

    It seemed that my concentrated hunger was centered on his anus, an addiction to taste and smell, to suck on the pliable ass-hole that gave little resistance to an active tongue or to probing fingers. By some muscular power, he was able to raise his legs up into the air and roll them back over his body. His ever ready cock, swollen with energy, hung above his face. With a litte prodding of his hand upon his thighs, he was able to lower the cock to where he swallowed it into his mouth. I watched with envy and fascination as he fellated himself, his tongue working on the smooth tight skin, over familiar ridges and curves and swollen blood vessels.

    It was when he was in this contorted position that I separated the buttocks and exposed the pink, throbbing, hair-covered anus. While his cock was deep into his throat, my tongue was drooling in his rectum. His pleasure was two-edged. It thrilled me to know I helped him achieve this extreme level of pleasure. His control extended the wild sensation. He seemed to know when to pull away from the brink of a realized climax.

    When it was over we rested, drinking beer and smoking grass, we watched videos of Christopher Rage and his perverted brothers perform ultimate indecencies upon each other. Just as we performed them on ourselves.

    But most exciting of all was the piss. That silky stream. Warm and luscious. Flowing from his cock onto mine. It varied in its’ flow. At first a dribble, slow to begin its’ evacuation from a full and distended bladder, the yellow stream gained in intensity and soon struck my body with a marvelous stinging sensation. The acrid ammonia stink of it enhanced the excitement, for it was a reminder that this most intimate action of one upon the other was forbidden. When the flow was at its’

    greatest level, I opened my mouth to feel the pressure of it upon my tongue, and most thrilling of all, the back of my throat where it triggered a pleasure unique to the action. In addition to this overwhelming sensual pleasure was the satisfaction of the psychological need. The need to prove to my lover that I was in fact his slave, dedicated to give myself to him.

    All the while that he pissed on me; in my hair, on my nipples and cock and in my throat, I was his toilet.

    The climax of our weekend came when somewhere in time, when the candles were flickering their last shadowed light, he pissed into my rectum while he fucked me. I sensed the flood, so warm and comforting, like a shot of rare brandy. I had reached the limit of subservience now. I thought there was no further I could go to prove my enslavement, but I was wrong. There was one step left. One more attitude left to drag me into the pit of depravity trapping me in a rising tide of lust.

    When he eased his cock out, he yelled, “Hold it.”

    “Yes, Sir.”

    He fell onto the bed, lying on his back. “Stand over me,” he demanded, and then, “Okay slave, let it loose.”

    The piss and shit inundated him. The piss enema poured out and sprayed over him like a tidal wave. He was covered with it. He was wet now, interpolated with clods of little soft turds that were redolent and excited me.

    “Get down, on top of me. Lay your body on mine.”

    I did, absorbing the stink of the hellish ablutions that pasted our bodies together. I slid around in this pool of muck so that my pissy cock and balls were in his face, just as his were in mine, and the sounds of sucking and lapping and slurping were accented by the groans of need and giving.

    We abandoned ourselves to the demons of lust. It was a depraved feast, yet a feast of thanksgiving. As we sucked away the remnants of piss and shit, sperm ejaculated from the hidden corners of our scrotums. The tensions of the night had reached their final limit, and we drifted over the horizon of time, into a deep and peaceful sleep.

    “I love you.”

    “I love you too, Sir.”

    Somewhere between dawn and twilight on Sunday, we soaked our bodies in a bubbling jacuzzi that washed away the filth. The searing water and fragrant soap was scented with gardenia that dissolved traces of the nights’

    experiments. We were clean and fragrant now. Our skin, silky to the touch.

    He led me through a doorway and down the hall to another bedroom, clean and fresh. A table by the bed hid a refrigerator filled with luscious roast chicken and cold champagne.

    We feasted. We chattered. We laughed. Neither of us mentioned the night, dark with hidden secrets. The past was gone now. Only the future remained.

    Licentious evils had been washed away and we began the dance of love, innocent as children. Sweet and tender. It began with gentle kisses and led us into a paradise that neither of us knew existed.

    Nor would ever leave.


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  • The other side of the tracks.

    They ran through town east to west, a straight line that didn’t waver, didn’t turn or curve like the streets or the undulating terrain. They severed the town, divided it, demarking one side from the other. The south side had most of the commercial district, the better neighborhoods and the better schools. The buildings were maintained and the people who lived there felt content, secure in their neighborhoods, with a pious sense of betterment. The north side was the opposite.

    It had been the factory side of town, the neighborhoods the workers, from a time when the railroads were more important, integrated with the industry. But the industry of the town soon disappeared and the north side fell into disrepair and the workers into abject poverty. For decades this was the way it was, this hard life for the north with the south side saying they deserved it, thought it was retribution for some misdeed, this falling into poverty, of having the higher crime rates, most of the bars, bars that the south side residents went to in the dead of night, then spoke against on Sunday morning with their condemnations of the residents who lived around them.

    Buck lived on the north side and he knew how people viewed him. He tried to fight it, tried to escape it, but he had dropped out of high school to help at home and now that he was nineteen and no skills he struggled to stay employed, to find work that paid enough to live on, even though he required so little. It was so numbing, this living day to day, barely scraping by, but this wasn’t the worst, the thing that made Buck feel lonely, made him feel separate from even his own community, his own neighbors and friends and sometimes his own family.

    Buck struggled with his attractions, these desires that frustrated him, for living in this small southern town where events of the national level were viewed with disdain, evil, a corruption of moral society. Surrounded by this atmosphere isolated Buck more than his poverty. Since his mother died he thought about leaving, just packing up what few belongings he had and taking off. But which direction and how far he could get on less than two hundred dollars and a thirty year old car that burned oil almost as fast as it burned gas made the proposition daunting, too daunting, and so each day he got up, dressed and went to his job at the grocery store where he worked part time hours and after he put in his few hours, he would go to his other job at the tire repair shop where they sold and installed new tires but most of the business on the north side was for retreading or buying used tires and repairing flats just one more time, and Buck would work there till closing.

    Sunday was the only day Buck had all day off and he would sleep in late then treat himself to his best meal of the week at the fish camp out on Highway 34 where it sat among the old oak trees up the hill from the boat ramp to Black Water Creek. So it was, on a mild May morning just before church let out, Buck drove down to the fish camp for lunch. The dining room was already busy and Buck found himself at a small table near the back of room. He always ate alone, bringing a book or magazine to read while he waited for his food and on this day he was reading a magazine, it spread open on the table with him hunched over it reading, keeping his mind focused on the article to keep his surroundings blocked out. He didn’t know why he looked up, maybe it was the voice, or the sense of someone looking at him, but he had let his eyes rise from the page and look across the room where he saw Charles.

    ***

    Charles was the golden boy, the son of the town’s most wealthy family, who owned the town’s two car dealerships, a tractor dealership and the only hardware store. Charles was tall and attractive, and for all the girls in town, still single. He had been the football team’s best receiver in years, had a scholarship to one of the big universities. Charles always knew how to be social, how to come into crowd of people and fit in and the people of the town viewed him as a good boy, one of their own destined to make it.

    But for Charles, it didn’t feel that way.

    He struggled in college, not with his classes but with the atmosphere where he was just another student from some small town and on the football team he sat on the bench while the really good players rotated into the games and he knew his chances of playing were slim. But he also struggled with something else; he struggled with being gay, of his attraction to other guys. He went to socials, to the small bar in town, and he hooked up with several guys, but through it all he kept a low profile, hid this aspect of himself from his roommate, the other guys on his floor in the dorm and his teammates. There was something wrong, the connection not quite right, and when spring semester arrived he found himself going home on weekends more often. He didn’t understand why he needed this reconnection to his home but it somehow gave him a sense of contentment, a sense of himself.

    He thought about his time in grade school, the guys he went through each of the grades and inevitably he would let his mind return to how he use to look at them, let his imagination consider the possibilities, think of how they looked in the showers their bodies growing more mature with each passing year. He thought of John and his light pale skin and blonde hair so light it looked like it shined, Mark who was short, a tight compact body with dark skin and a surprisingly large cock, Bill who was average in so many ways, but who’s personality gave him an attraction not even Charles could deny and then there were some that he felt were somehow taboo, even more wrong, if that was possible. Tobias with his dark cocoa colored skin and the most muscular body of any of his classmates, Ryan who was feminine, his body so androgynous most of the other guys called him ‘fag’ and ‘homo’ making Charles feel even worse, and finally there had been Robert. He was nearly as tall as Charles and when they had had PE together Charles remembered how hard it had been to not stare at Robert when he showered and changed. Robert had dirty blonde hair that lightened up in the sun and he had a boyish face that had freckles sprinkled over his cheeks just under his eyes and over his nose, and his skin a light olive tone. His body frame was lean, muscular from work, strong without a body builder’s definition, and his cock had hung loosely over his sac, the skin of it darker than the rest of him and Charles had fantasized about Robert the most during those grade school days until the day he stopped coming to class. He saw Robert in town on occasion, sometimes in some sleeveless shirt and cheap frayed jeans filthy from his job at the old tire repair shop on the north side and each time Charles would find him attractive, alluring, like something exotic, dangerous, forbidden. Charles would go out of his way to speak when he saw Robert, had tried to be friends with him even though his own friends criticized him for it, but Robert had kept a barrier between them, never would let Charles close and over time Charles noticed Robert seemed to keep everyone a bay, not just him. There were a few people he had seen Robert hanging out with on occasion, three others he would come to football games or some festival the town had two or three times a year. Jason and Cindy, who were dating and Stan who all lived in the same neighborhood as Robert were the few to call Robert let close and allowed them to call him by his nickname. Charles had tried many times to befriend Robert, even go so far as calling him by his nickname when he addressed him, but Robert always rebuffed him.

    Charles was home again and decided to go grab an early lunch at the fish camp since his parents left earlier than morning to go to the beach for the week. The place was busy already, those trying to beat the church crowd and he pulled his Jeep into a space along the perimeter where there was shade from the trees. As he walked to the restaurant he saw the old Pontiac sitting in back with its faded paint and cheap aftermarket hubcaps and his felt his stomach knot up knowing who was inside as he had hoped. Robert may not let him close, but it wouldn’t stop him from trying.

    Inside he scanned the room and wasn’t surprised to see Robert in the back, alone, and he told the waitress he would take one of those tables in back sense he was alone as he pointed toward the tables adjacent to the one Robert was sitting. He followed the waitress through the dining room, speaking to different people as he went, saying hello and telling them his parents were off on their vacation and he was just grabbing lunch before hitting the road to get back to college.

    The waitress did perfect and moved to the table that was in front of Robert, the one that would provide eye to eye contact. Charles followed her to the table and when she pulled the chair out that would put his back to Robert he casually ignored her and moved to the one facing him. Seated, he picked up his menu and after a moment’s hesitation, laid it back down.

    “Hey Buck, how are you doing?” Charles asked as he looked over at Robert, using his nickname in his continued attempt to get close.

    Buck looked up, his face stern, unreadable.

    “I’m okay, and you?” Buck replied his tone indicating he didn’t really care.

    “I’m good. Just came home to see the folks before they left on vacation.”

    The waitress arrived and took Charles’ order and Buck immediately told her he would take his check.

    “What’s the rush?” Charles asked.

    “No rush. I’m done so I’m heading out. See ya around.”

    There was a barrier there Charles didn’t understand, couldn’t figure out how to break through, and as he watched Buck stroll toward the door he found his frustration tied to his attraction to Buck, for even in cheap ill fitting clothes and his hair needing a decent cut Buck was still attractive. And Buck’s being single, always alone gave Charles some sense there was possibility, as remote as he knew it had to be.

    ***

    ‘What did that fucking pretty boy want?’ Buck wondered as he strolled through the gravel lot to his car. There had been several boys in his grade school classes that he had found attractive, boys he would steal glances at when in PE or in the cafeteria as they were horsing around, laughing and talking. Of all of them the one that spurned the greatest confusion in Buck had been Charles. Dark haired, fair skinned, and tall, the tallest in his class with his strong jaw, small nose, bright blue eyes with their thin arched eyebrows made him attractive and his rosy cheeks and inability to grow a beard, even now, made him look young, boyishly young, but Charles was also someone who represented the ideal boy, from the ideal home, both parents there for him, encouraging him, sending him off to college. Buck’s rancor clashed with his attraction of Charles.

    He drove back into town, turned north on Pinehaven Drive and crossed the railroad tracks. He drove past the boarded up shops, the pawn shop and on the next block the tire repair shop where he worked. A few more blocks and he turned into Northview, the trailer park that sat between a warehouse and a mill village of old derelict homes. It was a sliver of land, barely wide enough for the access road and the mobile homes on one side and Buck eased along the rough unpaved lane to the mobile home he called home.

    Inside he pulled off his shirt, tossing it over the back of a chair and went into his kitchen to grab a beer. Beer in hand, he turned on the small television sitting on the dining room table, adjusted the antenna till the station he wanted came in fairly clear, moved to the sofa and fell back into its sagging cushions. He kicked off his shoes and propped them up on the sofa.

    It was an old movie, about young guys from different parts of town, fighting against each other, and the actors, all so young at the time in scenes with their shirts off, their bodies lean and muscular and Buck let his mind wander, think back to the guys from his school days, the guys he saw in town, coming in the grocery store or coming to the tire shop to get a flat fixed and he thought about Charles, coming into the restaurant. He pretended not to notice Charles come in, but he had saw him. Saw Charles’ body stretching the t-shirt he wore, with his broad shoulders and muscular body and the way the t-shirt hung loose over his narrow waist where it was tucked into his jeans, snug fitting showing his round ass. Buck let the image arouse him, make his cock grow hard and he rubbed his hand over his crotch, his loose jeans letting his cock shift around, stretch out thick and hard and he rubbed it more, his mind no longer on the movie, but on images of Charles, they way he looked years ago in PE and then today, coming into the restaurant and he felt his cock turn up and he rubbed downward till the head slipped out from his boxers and jeans coming into view.

    His fingers slipped the button on his jeans free, pulled the zipper down and his cock pushed upward, the head rising up slipping his cheap loose boxers down revealing more and more of the shaft.

    ‘Fuck’ Buck thought, expressing his arousal, his horniness and his frustration and he raised his hips so he could push his jeans and boxers down till they were mid-thigh and his cock was free, bobbing in the air over his stomach. He stroked it slowly, letting his hand move along the shaft and circle over the head. There were days he would jerk off quickly, pump his cock until he shot releasing the frustration, then there were days like today, when he would slowly stroke it, feel it get so hard it ached, the head leaking till it drooled down onto his stomach and he would have to let go for minutes at the time, let his cock flex down, his sensitivity, his need to cum subside and he could do it all over again.

    Buck wondered what it would be like to actually mess around with another guy, to feel their rough hands on his cock, or how it would feel to touch theirs, to run his fingers over the hard shaft, feel the spongy head, and to put it in his mouth, let it fill him, slide over his tongue till it pumped its cum out flooding his mouth.

    Buck let his hand stroke slowly upward as he slid his other hand down between his legs and rubbed over his hole, pressed his finger against it till he breached his opening, his finger penetrating deeply into his hole and he arched back on the sofa having to squeeze his cock, the dark red head flared out wanting to shoot. He slipped a second finger in his hole as he imagined it was Charles’ cock penetrating him, pushing deep inside of him and he felt his body grow tense and the room become even hotter. He slid down on the sofa flat on his back, his jeans and boxers pushed down to his ankles so he could spread his knees and open himself up to his self ministrations. He laid there, eyes closed, fingers working his hole and his other hand stroking his cock.

    ***

    Charles had eaten only half of his lunch, no longer feeling hungry, his mind circling back to the image of Robert sitting in front of him, so close he could see his brown eyes, the freckles over his cheeks, the scruffy beard he tried to grow with bare places along his cheeks and he felt that sense of missed opportunity. He sat back and stared at his plate, half the food lying there getting cold. Movement to his right captured his attention and he looked over to see it was Jason and Cindy sitting down, friends of Robert’s.

    “Jason…Cindy, how are ya’ll today?” Charles asked, giving them his friendliest smile.

    Cindy looked over, shaking her head, “We’re fine Charles. So what the fuck are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at the big university banging a cheerleader or something?”

    Charles laughed, for Cindy had always been blunt, crude, holding nothing back, and he liked her for it.

    “Just came home to see the family before they took off on vacation” he replied, and he leaned forward, his face growing serious. “Can I ask a question?”

    “Sure” Cindy replied, Jason just nodding.

    “Bu…Robert was in here and he seemed…I don’t know…depressed? Is he okay?” Charles asked, working his way to the question he really wanted to ask.

    “Oh he’s fine” Jason replied, his tone casual and unassuming.

    “Well…he is alone all the time” Cindy offered, “I mean I’ve tried to hook him up, but he…” and she just stopped talking, unsure how to finish.

    “Well, shit, Cin he works all the fucking time. He has no time to do anything” Jason added.

    Charles sensed his opening and he leaned back, his expression showing his seriousness.

    “I might be able to help him” Charles stated, letting the idea of his help float between them a moment, then he asked the question he wanted to ask. “Where does he live? I could swing by on the way back to college and talk to him about it.”

    Cindy gave him a questioning look, a distrusting expression but Jason didn’t hesitate telling Charles where Robert lived.

    Charles had driven through the north side on many occasions, but this time was different. He turned on Pinehaven and eased over the rough crossing for the train tracks and eased along the few blocks north eyes scanning his surroundings, really noticing how different it was than the south side. He saw the old concrete block warehouse, its paint fading and flaking off with grass and weeds grown up all around it and just beyond the wood sign for Northview , it fallen over and its paint faded till the name was barely legible brought a sadness to Charles he had never felt before. His Jeep bounced and rocked as he eased down the rough drive and he wondered how the hell Robert’s old Pontiac could make it.

    Charles looked at the depilated mobile homes, the bare ground around them, the old cars and trucks parked all around them and he tried to imagine what it would be like to live here. He began to wonder if Jason had sent him off on a wild goose chase but as he came toward the rear of the property he saw Robert’s old Pontiac parked at an old mobile home, one of the smallest ones in the trailer park and Charles pulled over to the side of the road under a tree and parked. He sat for a moment looking at the mobile home for signs of life, a light on inside or some noise to indicate Robert was inside. He sat gathering up his courage.

    Charles stepped down from his Jeep, strolled across the bare ground toward Robert’s mobile home, all the time expecting him to stick his head out with some accusing statement. When he was close he could hear the television and he recognized it as a commercial, and for reasons he could never explain, he eased up to the door and didn’t knock. Instead he grabbed the knob and jerked the door open.

    “Jesus…fuck…what the hell…” Robert cried out, struggling to sit up, to conceal his hard wet cock, the way he had been so close to coming, and his jeans and boxers around his ankles hobbled him, nearly made him fall to the floor and he leaned over bringing his legs close to his chest. “Charles?! What the fuck, ya asshole…”

    “I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to… I’m not trying to…” Charles stammered shocked at catching Robert on his sofa, his cock in his hand with his jeans around his ankles.

    “Not trying to do what?” Robert yelled at Charles as he gave up trying to hide his hard cock and began to pull up his jeans.

    Charles didn’t reply as he looked at Robert, his nakedness, his cock still half hard, glistening in the light coming in through the door over his shoulder and he moved into the trailer as Robert stood up pulling his jeans to his waist trying to get his cock tucked into his jeans.

    “Robert” and after a moment’s hesitation, “Buck…” Charles said in a low tone and Robert looked up at him his hands freezing in place at the sound his nickname. Then Charles saw it, that little boy, from the wrong side of the tracks, struggling with the place he found himself living, the boy full of confusion and frustration. Charles moved close to Robert, let his hands move to Robert’s lower arms just above his wrists and he gently, daringly, touched him, let his fingers rest on the smooth skin.

    “Why do you avoid me?” Charles whispered and Robert looked from where Charles was touching him to his face and he saw the seriousness of it, blank of its usual playfulness and he shook his head ‘no’, for he couldn’t admit it, not to Charles, who was everything he was not.

    “I know I must…represent something that strikes at everything that is wrong for you, this having to work your ass off to survive while I…” and Charles stopped, not sure how to continue, then he looked down, suddenly afraid, afraid he was going to fuck up, to say the wrong thing, afraid of Robert’s response.

    “Robert, you see, as good as I have it, there are things I struggle with…actually one thing really and every time I see you…it…” and Charles looked up and saw Robert staring at him, his brown eyes wide, a sense of curiosity in them. “Robert I like you…really like you…and…” Charles stammered and Robert interrupted him.

    “Are you gay?”

    Charles stopped, smiled at Robert when he saw the question wasn’t asked in a derisive manner and he shook his head ‘yes’.

    “And you…like me?” Robert asked, his voice rising an octave with his incredulity.

    “Is that so hard to believe…or to accept?”

    Robert looked out the door, let his eyes roam outside as his mind processed what Charles was saying, then he looked back Charles, raised his hand up to Charles’ face fingers lightly grazing along the line of his jaw, over his chin and traced over his lips. Robert let go of his jeans with his other hand, letting them fall to the floor as he took Charles’ by the wrist and moved Charles’ hand to his stomach, rubbed it over his skin, letting him feel the warmth and smoothness of it.

    “You want to…touch me?” Robert asked and Charles moved to him, wrapped his arms around the naked body, pulled it to him as he kissed Robert, and he felt Robert relax in his arms. Charles reached out, grabbed the chain at the top of the door and pulled it closed casting them into the dim light of the interior. Robert let Charles guide him to the sofa, ease him down on it as Charles moved on top of him.

    Robert ran his hands up under Charles’ shirt caressing his back. They kissed while hands moved over the other. Charles moved down between Robert’s legs and felt his hard cock push up against his own body.

    “Why did you avoid me” Charles uttered as he ran his hands up and down Robert’s sides.

    “I was…I don’t know” Robert whispered back.

    Charles moved off Robert and down on the floor on his knees and he ran his left hand up Robert’s stomach and chest and with the other he encircled Robert’s cock, holding it up where he could see the clear liquid bead up at the slit and he leaned over and licked it off, licked around the head and then he put his lips to the head and let it slide into his mouth. Robert had never felt such a sensation the way Charles took his cock.

    Charles sucked Robert, took his cock deep into his mouth and then pulled up feeling each inch slide through his lips. Robert began to breathe hard and he pushed upward with his hips, fucking his cock into Charles’ mouth.

    “Fuck” Robert uttered as he felt Charles run his fingers down below his sac, rubbing over him, probing downward till they touched him, pressed against his hole and he spread his legs letting Charles know he liked it, wanted to feel him penetrate his hole and Charles slipped two fingers into him, stretched him open and Robert cried out.

    Robert sat up and began to work Charles’ t-shirt up and over his head, stripping him of it, and Charles stood up, unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down along with his boxers. Robert dropped to his knees and took Charles’ enlarging cock and for the first time let a cock slide into his mouth. He pumped his head back and forth, tongued the shaft and head and Charles held his head and for a few minutes while he pumped his cock through Robert’s lips and deep into his mouth.

    “NO…not yet” Charles cried out as he pulled his cock free of Robert’s mouth and he watched how Robert’s eyes were glued to his cock as it flexed up and down. Robert looked up at Charles as he rubbed his hands up and down Charles’ legs.

    “Fuck me Charles” Robert whispered and he got up on the sofa on his knees, resting his chest on the back of it. Looking over his shoulder, his hands pulling his cheeks apart he watched Charles move up behind him, his hard cock in hand aimed at his hole.

    “Fuck me, Charles…push it in me” Robert urged and Charles pressed his cock to Robert’s hole and pushed till his cock penetrated, sinking into Robert making him cry out. Charles leaned over Robert and laid over his back, his hips pumping his cock in slow deep penetrations. Charles felt the warmth of Robert’s body, the way it shivered beneath him and he slid his hands over Robert’s chest and stomach, stroked the smooth skin, felt his hard nipples and when he moved his right hand down he felt Robert’s hard cock brush against his arm and he ran his fingers through the soft hair over the cock, over the base of Robert’s cock and encircled his sac tugging it to him as he pushed cock deep into Robert’s hole.

    “Goddamn I’ve wanted you for a long time” Charles uttered as he fucked Robert’s ass, thrusting his cock deep into Robert’s hole while his hand took the hard thick shaft underneath Robert and stroked it, felt the slickness of it as his hand moved over the head and down the shaft.

    Robert was too wound up, his cock already so hard it was leaking thick beads of lube till it drooled to the seat of the sofa, and Charles pumping his hole, thrusting cock deep into him, banging his insides till he saw stars and made him feel the cum surge through his cock, feel his cock swell up thicker and he shot, thick wads spattering the back of the sofa, then the seat as Charles’ stroked his cock and slammed cock through his hole, each spasm with his ejaculations making it the most intense ever and he cried out, begged Charlie to fuck him harder as he slammed his ass back against Charlie.

    “Oh fuck….” Charlie whispered, out of breath, as he felt Robert’s body responding to his organism, the way he tensed up, the way Robert’s hole milked his cock and the way Robert began to slam his ass back, taking every thrust of Charlie’s hips and Charlie slammed into Robert one more time, hard, hips slapping up against Robert’s ass and he bit Robert on the shoulder as he pumped his cum into Robert’s hole.

    ***

    The sun was low in the sky and Charlie once again said he had to go as he laid next to Robert on his bed, their cocks still slick and leaking cum from their continued sex. Robert was on his stomach and Charlie lay on his side beside him letting his fingers trace over his smooth back, along the valley of his spine, down to his ass and over each round cheek.

    “You’ve got to get out of here” Charlie said for what Robert thought was the hundredth time.

    “How?” he responded once again. “I don’t make shit, can’t afford a decent car and the one I do have barely runs…fuck Charlie I doubt I could make it to the state line.”

    “What if I get you a job up at the university?”

    Robert rolled his upper body so he could look over at Charlie.

    “Doing what?”

    “Look Robert, I’ll be home this summer and we can work something out. Just think about it, okay?”

    Robert nodded and turned back around laying down letting the feel of Charlie’s fingers over his skin caress him, give him a sense of contentment and for the first time in a long time he thought of leaving this place again, really leaving this time and he smiled.

    “You better get your ass up, dressed and on the road or that fancy fucking university will kick ya out” Robert said, his tone light for the first time. He felt Charlie move on the bed, felt him move up next to him and when he turned Charlie kissed him lightly, gently.

    “Okay, I’m going, but I’ll call ya when I get there. And we’re getting you out of this place, ya hear?”

    Robert smiled at Charlie and nodded his head, then he watched Charlie dress, going around the room and then down the hall to the living looking for the rest of his clothes. A few minutes later Charlie called out he was leaving and the door closed. Through the window by the bed he watched Charlie get into his Jeep and drive away. When the Jeep was gone, the place quiet, he rolled onto his back and smiled, truly smiled, for the first time in years.


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  • College Rugby Player Ignites and Consumes My Lust For Him

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    My name is Storm, a 32-year-old good looking 6-foot, 165 pound, blond swede sports and physical therapist. Among my duties is serving as the sports trainer and therapist for a major university athletic department.

    During the first week of this Fall Semester, I met with each of the universities’ sports teams. On a Monday at 3:00 PM, I was asked to meet with the mens’ rugby team. Upon entering the room, my eyes immediately locked onto the gorgeous young 19-year-old college sophomore that looked to be about 5-feet and 9-inches, weighed around 155 pounds, light brown hair, blue eyes, light complexion, beautiful facial features with gorgeous sexy dimples, and showing through his open shirt a sexy tattoo of the male sex symbol.

    He approached me, extended his hand and said: “Hi, my name is Colby and I’m the new captain of the rugby team this year.”

    I took his hand and all hell broke loose. As our hands joined, I felt something like I had never experienced before, as electricity ran up my arm. I’d never felt anything this sexy or erotic before. The sexual connection had me in total lust. Our handshake continued until it was becoming too embarrassing in front of all these hot jocks with big libidos.

    Our eyes locked and I knew at that moment we were both in total lust and heat for each other. I had to have this athletic rugby player above all else. Our athletic shorts began to develop a tent. I moved away from Colby before we both became embarrassed.

    I did my lecture with the team as to fitness and how to avoid certain injuries through good exercises. A the jocks left the room, Colby came up to me and asked: “Storm, could you look at my left ankle? It seems a little weak at times.”

    “Sure Colby, lets go to my training room and I’ll give it a look.”

    I had Colby get up on the examining table on his back and stretch out. Then I could not resist suggesting: “Colby why don’t you strip out of those athletic shorts down to your briefs and also remove your shirt so I can see if there are any nerve or muscle connections running up from your ankle causing this weakness.”

    “Great idea Storm,” replied Colby.

    I began to examine and rub his ankle gradually moving my hands up his left leg. I got up to his knee when Colby took his other foot and began running it under my crotch, as he used the foot to locate my growing cock and massage it with his hot sweaty foot. Within a few seconds, my cock was as hard as steel while Colby pushed hard into my tool with his foot. I noticed that Colby’s briefs were expanding with a big tent. I recognized his cock was trying to escape those tight briefs. Man, it looked big.

    Colby had thrown caution to the wind when he said: “Storm, your cock is steel hard and look at the growing wet ring on your shorts. I bet your cock is oozing some hot juices.”

    I lost all control at that point. I’d secretly locked the door as we had entered the examination room.

    “Colby, when you greeted me earlier and our hands met, I’d never felt such an erotic touch of flesh. The erotic touch had me delirious with lust for you.”

    “Oh fuck, Storm, I got the same shivers and electrical surges at the same time. I also have never wanted anyone like I now want you. We’re two horny fucking gay men craving each other. Lets make fucking steamy sex right now.”

    I got out of my clothes while Colby took off his briefs. We were soon only in our birthday suits with two hot bobbing blood filled cocks. I learned that his cock was a huge whopping thick 9-inches with a beautiful big cock head compared with my large 8-inch tool.

    I’d never seen a more beautiful smooth cock with purple veins pulsating down his shaft in anticipation of a hot mouth wrapped around the huge boner. His hairless shaved pink ass was also throbbing with desire for my mouth and cock.

    With an urgency to have fucking sex with this hot jock, I had Colby face the table, lean his young sexy body forward, spread his hot legs and I began to lube his smooth hairless ass with my wet fingers. Before long as Colby begged me to rim him, I inserted one, then two and finally three fingers in his ass getting him ready for my tongue. As I fingered his pulsating ass, Colby began to thrust his ass back onto my fingers making my fingers go deeper into his man pussy. Colby moaned with pure pleasure.

    After several minutes of getting this cute hunk ready, I got down on my knees, pulled his ass cheeks far apart with my hands and planted my face deep into his ass. I smelt his manly odors that had me so aroused. I began to kiss, lick and suck on his ass. I took my tongue and drove it past his outer ass ring. I licked and sucked his beautiful pink ass for the longest time while he moaned with joy.

    Over taken with lust, Colby begged: “Oh fucking shit, eat my ass, fuck yea, suck my ass, grope my balls and suck my cock. Yea, give me your fucking hot mouth.”

    I began to lick his sweaty balls, sucked them into my mouth and finally I turned him around. I wrapped my wet lips hard down on his huge purple cock head and sucked the salty pre-cum from his piss slit. I took my hand and grabbed the root of his cock shaft and squeezed very hard as he jumped from the pain and pleasure. I knew he was ready for me to deep throat his throbbing and pulsating big wet cock.

    I took his dripping tool inch by inch deep into my throat until my lips were down to the base of his sweaty cock. I felt his pubic hairs on my lips. I was oozing gobs of saliva. His whole crotch was soaking wet as I continued my sloppy blowjob on that remarkable cock.

    After a very long blowjob on his perfect cock, Colby began begging me to let him suck my engorged cock. But as I wanted to suck him more, we agreed to get into a 69 so we both could enjoy the cock of our fuck buddy. We spent some 30 minutes eating each other’s juicy ass, sucking on the cum filed balls, and giving each other deep throat blowjobs. The soft touch of our lips on each other’s engorged cocks and the warm breaths on those cocks had our cocks throbbing and pulsating. The manly odors were intoxicating. When we were near coming, we stopped. We had to fuck those man pussies.

    Colby asked to fuck me first. I put a big mat on the floor with a large blanket, laid down on my stomach, spread my legs far apart, Colby lubed my ass and his cock, and he got down between my legs. I felt his huge snake part my ass walls as he drove inch by inch all the way inside me. When he was ready with a perfect rhythm, he drilled my ass. Soon he laid his hot body on top of my sweat frame and used his hips to continue drilling my ass. I could feel his sweaty body on top of me. He began to lick and kiss my earlobes and neck while he said sweet things into my ears. It was beyond any sexual pleasure I had ever experienced. How could a 19-year-old jock be such a pro at fucking a man?

    I begged him: “Oh Baby, fuck me, give me your big cock, my ass is stuffed with your monstrous manhood, yea, Aaaaaaaa, Mmmmmmm, oh holy fuck, you horny whore, give me your man seed, breed me raw, fuck me, fuck me, harder, drill my ass, yea that is it. Your cock feels so great inside me.”

    My pleas for his cock turned him into a wild beast. He began to fuck my ass with lightning speed. He must have blasted my ass for at least 15 minutes with great force before his cock swelled even more, his balls gathered up his semen as he approached orgasm. Soon I felt a volcanic rush of warm cum fill my ass. When he finally stopped ejaculating, he simply continued to lay flat on my body with his cock still in my ass. The warmth of his body on top of me, the smell of his warm cum and his hot breath on my neck had my cock in a desperate need of relief. I felt my cock throbbing and begging for an orgasm. I so needed to get my cock inside this young stud’s pussy. However, I wanted him to stay on top of me and keep his gorgeous cock inside of me for ever.

    Hell, in about 15 minutes, I felt his cock grow hard again inside my ass. Soon he was completely hard again. Oh hell, he began to thrust his cock up and down again. I was getting fucked a second time.

    “Hell yes, you mother fucker, fuck my ass again.”

    He thrust his cock in and out with great speed until I felt him shoot a second load of goo up my ass chute. I was over flowing with cum in my ass. Man, I’d never been fucked twice before the dude had even pulled his cock out of my man pussy. This young stud was performing beyond anyone I had ever met. He was superman.

    When he pulled his now very soft cock out of my ass, I made a quick move and threw him on his back on the blanket. I spread his legs far apart, lubed his ass, and lubed my patient cock. I could not wait any longer or I would shoot right then.

    I’d never been more in need of relief or hornier. I thrust my over due cock deep into his cute pink ass. Soon I became a battering ram as I fucked the hottest guy I had ever met. I felt his soft ass muscles grip my cock and I felt his prostate pulsating against my hard cock. These feeling of flesh on flesh and the wet lube had me ready to come. Also Colby’s thick cum in my ass was adding to my pleasure.

    I did not last long. I felt the hardest pulsating in my cock and balls as the warm cum began to shoot up my cock shaft and soon I squirted huge gobs of my man seed into his ass. I fucked him as my cock slid so easy through the lube and salty cum in his ass channel. I had never had a more pleasurable ejaculation. I lasted the longest I had ever done before. When I finally finished, I pulled out and thrust my cum covered cock down Colby’s mouth. He clamped his big pink lips hard on my cock head and sucked me dry.

    We kissed and shared the nectar. The taste was beyond great. The smell too was so arousing for more sex.

    We showered in my private shower while we continued to engage in deep kissing.

    Before we left the training room after two hours of hot sex, I said: “Colby, I’ve never been so hot for a guy and you made me see stars. I’m consumed by my lust for your body and cock. I want to be your fuck buddy.”

    “Storm, me too. I’ve never enjoyed sex like this even from my rugby brothers. I want us to fuck ever day. I only want you. Lets be permanent fuck buddies.”

    “Colby you’ve got it. Lets go to dinner and then to my place for another round of ass fucking.”

    “You bet Storm.”

  • A Work of Art: The Marine

    It was one of those rare days. My last class was over, I wasn’t scheduled to work at the resturant or the bar. I had no big art project to work on for school. As I walked home, going to my apartment held no appeal. I was feeling a little flush, from a recent sale. I draw a lot of male couples in the nude, and occassionally do commissions for guys who want a nude drawing or painting of themselves nude. I’m good enough that they seldom balk at the price I quote. That last painting net me enough to pay the rent for a month and leave me a bit of play money.

    As I passed O’Malley’s Pub, it seemed to draw me like a flame. I’d developed a taste for Guiness, and a quiet afternoon, putting myself outside of a couple glasses sounded perfect. As I passed through the door I paused to scope out the inside. Nearly empty, just as one would expect in early afternoon, before Happy Hour. I sauntered over to my favorite end of the bar, ideally placed to scope out the rest of the space and any newcomers through the door. Mac, the usual daytime tender, grinned and pointed to the Guiness tap, and at my nod began drawing a glass. Yep, just like Cheers, O’Malley’s was a place where most people knew my name. They also know I’m gay, but it’s not an issue. Hey, the bar was damn near in the middle of a gay ghetto, and there were quite a few gay folk who came for the quaint Irish ambience. O’Malley’s was not about to refuse customers, just because they were gay, lesbian or somewhere in between. Most of the gay boys were a one visit thing. O’Malley’s caters to a blue collar crowd, guys really rough around the edges, although they were not likely to cause trouble for any gays. O’Malley’s had a pretty low tolerance for any of thier customers being hassled.

    Once again I started to scan the patrons but was brought up short by the first guy I saw. Stranger, at least to me. Big muscular blonde. His clothes looked tight on him, kinda like he’d outgrown them. The sun streamed in from the upper part of the window, haloing him in a golden glow. It picked out every on of the copius blonde hairs it could reach, making it look like he had a golden aura around him. He was staring intently at the glass locked in both his hands, like it held all of the answers in the universe. His face square and rough with a golden stubble, was long and sad.

    Quick as a wink my drawing pad and pens were out of the satchel and on the bar. Mac, bringing over my Guiness, snorted and rolled his eyes. My spontaneous habit of drawing in O’Malley’s, was a well known habit. Acouple of my sketches even held pride of place on the walls. Mac was featured over the mirror behind the bar. I had gotten some of my best grades from sketches started in O’Malley’s. I seldom had a better model before, most bar subjects have a habit of moving about. This guy was so lost in his thoughts, he barely seemed to breathe, excepting a rare huge body deep sigh. I sketched feverishly. I use colored pens and pencils, to capture the colors that get lost in black and white. Because I knew the bar so well, I could concentrate on the main subject, and fill in the background in my leisure. A couple of patrons got up to peer over my shoulder, but didn’t interupt me. Like I said I was known for my impromptu scribbling.

    Suddenly the blonde, let out another big sigh, gulped down his drink and signaled Mac for another. He looked around caught me staring and scribbling and a deep frown marred his features. He murmured something to Mac, jerking his head in my direction. Mac must have told him I was drawing him because the irratated frown was replaced by a look of curiosity. He got up, glass in hand and stalked over to my end of the bar. My heart jumped in my throat, because every now and then someone took exception to my unauthorized use of them as a model. I glanced at Mac, a slight nod letting me know he had my back. Mr. Big and Blonde, opened his mouth to say something, when he caught sight of my sketch. Whatever he meant to say died as he involuntarily moved to touch the sketch pad. I sketch fast and have a real abilty to capture faces. I almost never draw a face that can’t be instantly recognized by anyone who knows the subject.

    ” Wow”, was all he said at first. He studied the picture for a moment then turned to me with a hint of wonder. ” That is so good!” He looked a bit longer,” But I look so sad!” ” Yeah, I guess that’s what made me draw ya, that sad look and the way the sun lit ya up. Can I buy ya a drink to pay for using ya for a model?” ” Okay.” he agreed and slid his big muscle butt onto the stool next to me. As he did the sleeve of his polo shirt slid up to reveal enough of the tattoo I had noticed but not really see at a distance. USMC.

    A piece of the stranger’s puzzle slid into place. A marine. It explained the military haircut and possibly the muscles and stretched tight clothes. Clothes were probably from before enlistment and the Marine training had packed on more muscle. When our new drinks arrived he held out a bear mitt ” Thanks, I’m Earl.” ” Rusty.”

    It was about that time Ray sauntered in. Ray was the bar clown. I don’t think he had a drop of Irish in him, nearly all Pole, but he faked a pretty good brogue. He worked road construction, was dark, hairy, burly about forty, and sometimes a big pain in the butt. He was about as redneck as they come, but my being gay never phased him. He did love to razz my ass though.

    ” Rusty, me little fairy, long time no see! Finally come out from under the hill for a visit?” Earl’s eyebrows rose at the word fairy and he turned a questioning look my way. I shrugged, and planted a level glare at Ray. ” Hey ya big redneck, haven’t they kicked your fat sorry ass outta here yet?” I mock glared at Mac. He shrugged. ” What can I say, He pays he stays, and he ain’t bad enough to toss!” Ray shot Mac a haughty look. ” Tis enough out of you Barkeep, do your job and pull me a pint!”

    He looked over at Earl. ” And who might you be? Rusty’s new boy toy?” I groaned and looked anywhere but at Earl. ” God Ray! Just kill me now and get it over with!” I spat out with a bright red face. Ray was a master at embarrassing people. Earl was giving me that perplexed look. I sighed and mentally prepared my self for a bad reaction when I admitted to being gay. Ray beat me to the punch. ” Why, didn’t you know Rusty here is our pet homosexual?”

    I nearly strangled on a moan. Ray thumped me on the back nearly driving the air out of my lungs.

    “I’m not your pet anyrhing ya ole reprobate?” Ray theatrically place arm to forhead and hand to heart. ” I am shattered to the core! and here I thought someday ye’d fall fer me manly charms!” falling into his psuedo brogue.

    I saw Earl edging away from me a bit, probably afaid I’d infect him. I was saved by anymore immediate travail as Ray turned his attention on Earl. Ray is also one of the biggest busy bodies I’d ever meet. But he was good. He soon had Earl revealing himself to us.

    He was a Marine recently out of training. He was from Montana. He’d come to visit his girl, attending college in our fair city. And here was where the story explained his original sad and pensive demeanor.

    Seems his girl had taken up with some upperclassman, and hadn’t appreciated Earl’s surprise visit. Short of it all, she sent him packing and he’d stopped in the first bar he came to to think and take some edge off his sorrows. By now he’d put himself outside of a few beers and began to share more than we needed to know. Seems, his girl, in her dress down had referred to him as a little dicked jarhead moron. I swear all four of us, himself included looked down at his crotch. I glanced up quick in time to catch both Ray and Mac look away faces red.

    I grinned to myself only to have Earl look up from his own crotch and catch me. ” Think that’s funny Homo?” Both Ray and Mac tensed, ready to come to my rescue. I shrugged, ” Nope, forgive me, but when you said that I looked and you seem to push out your jeans pretty well!” In for a penny in for a pound is often my motto.

    Earl got a strange look on his face. ” God, never had a guy check out my crotch before! Don’t know if i like it!” I snorted, ” Bet lots of guys checked you out on base. We’re everywhere you know! And you are a big goodlooking peice of man!”

    Ray chimed in looking sad and dejected. ” Aw Rusty me boy, ye cut me to the quick! Ye never say anything like that to me!”

    Mac and Earl both grinned. Somehow Ray’s antics diffused the situation. ” That’s ’cause I’m scared to death yer wife’d beat me to a pulp!” I shot back. Ray drew himself up and glared haughtily down his nose at me. ” Isn’t all this worth a beating from Martha? Well, I’m just hurt, Mac draw me another so i can drown me sorrows!”

    Chuckling, Mac went to draw a glass and Ray very adroitly managed to switch the subject. Earl would give me questioning glances now and again. But we kept the conversation away from gays and dicks. For a bit.

    Earl got up and stumbled to the bathroom, weaving a bit. Ray looked after him pensively, then turned to Mac. ” Think ye’d better cut that one off soon, lad can barely navigate.”

    Turns out he didn’t have to. Earl’d come to the same conclusion. When he came back he asked about finding an inexpensive place to crash. He fumbled his wallet out of his tight packed jeans, drawing my attention to his big muscle butt again. Man! I just love big muscle butts!

    Opening his wallet revealed Earl wasn’t going to find anyplace nearby. We were too close to downtown, and room rates were out of his range. He might be able to get a room at the Y, but that was pretty far away and a cab would have eaten up too much of his money anyway.

    When informed of this his face got long again. He’d planned on shacking up with his now ex girl and hadn’t brought much with him. The plane ride had eaten up most of his available cash, and in his sorrow he’d spent too much.

    He decided he’d have to grab the bus out to the airport and wait for his plane the next day. Ray, Mac and I glanced at each other. I t seemed wrong to let our new comrade wait out the night at the airport. But what could we do. Mac had to work. Martha’d take a dim view to Ray bringing home a stray. I’d put myself outside of too much Guiness to drive him anywhere. I had a fleeting thought about inviting him to crash at my place, but figured he’d take it as a come on, so held my tongue.

    I hadn’t counted on the ever intrusive and impulsive Ray, though. ” Well, we all hate to see you stuck at the airport, but Mac and Me can’t do much ’bout your situation. Work and wife and all, you understand?” Earl sighed and nodded. ” Wasn’t hinting at nothin’” he mumbled.

    Ray flicked a glance my way and Earl’s followed. ” Rusty here maybe could put you up for a night, he lives alone. That is if your not afraid of a scrawny ass fairy tryin’ to get in your pants!”

    Ray smirked at me. I could feel the heat rush to my face, as Earl, drunk as a skunk, continued to stare at me. I was not prepared for the the next words I heard. ” So, can you help out a poor Marine, there Rusty? ” ” It wouldn’t bother you to stay with me? Aren’t you afraid I’ll try something.”

    Earl looked me up and down. ” I think maybe I could defend my virtue, Dude, besides don’t think you’d try anything anyway. Right?” I sighed and nodded.

    Ray grinned and waggled his eyebrows, always looking for trouble that one. ” In that case if you’re offering, I could really use a place to crash.” Earl allowed.

    I hesitated, then shrugged my shoulders. ” Yeah, don’t feel good about letting a serviceman sleep on an airport bench, so my futon is yours if you want.”

    Ray beamed at everyone and ordered one for the road. Earl, laughed and opined that he was more afraid of Ray getting him drunk and taking advantage of him than me. Once again Ray just waggled his eyebrows and smirked.

    After that round, I suggested we head to my apartment about a block away. Earl was not too steady on his feet and wobbling quite a bit. He kept stumbling into me, banging me with his duffle and I struggled to keep us both on our feet.

    Did I mention he was a big boy. Probably six two or three. Maybe close to two fifty pounds. I top out at five eleven and about one seventy. I’m wiry, my muscles are tight and well honed but I’m one of those guys who can’t seem to bulk up, unlike my new charge.

    I was seldom so relieved to be opening my own front door. He stumbled past me into my loft studio and spun around looking at my home. I steered him over to my futon/couch/guest bed, where he flopped hard. I pointed out the location of the bathroom, the loft where I slept, and the tour was over.

    I decided we needed food and went to the kitchenette to see what I could come up with. Not expecting a guest the choices were limited. Hamburger and Mac and Cheese would have to do.

    Earl, offered to buy order out, but I shook my head. I’d glimpsed the pitiful remains of his cash and knew ordering out would nearly break him. I’m not entirely sure this man of Montana realized how expensive things could be in our city.

    As I was cooking I saw Earl lift and arm, sniff and grimace. He caught me watching, turned a little red, then shrugged. ” Ain’t had a shower since I left base and gettin’ a bit gamey.” He offered. ” Supper’ll be a bit, feel free to use the shower. Towels are in the bathroom in the cabinet, feel free to use the shampoo and body wash in the shower.” He looked at me speculatively, must have decided I wouldn’t burst in on him in the shower. ” Thanks!” he simply said and began rumaging in his duffle for clean gear.

    Just about the time I was going to call him to eat, he came out of the bathroom in a pair of grey sweats. They were well worn and clung to him enough to show off his powerful body. I could also see from his “Pantyline” that he wore briefs. When he turned away they outlined his big ass beautifully. I could feel blood swelling my dick and quickly devoted myself to spooning Hamburger Mac onto plates, to distract myself.

    Not having a table that wasn’t full of drawing supplies, we had to sit side by side on the futon, to eat. I flipped on the tv, mainly to avoid any awkwardness, but there was nothing on. Antsy I got up and raided the fridge for a beer, offering one to Earl. We sat watching tv and sipping beer, me feeling awkward in my own home.

    I had just the thing to take the edge off, but didn’t know what Earl’s reaction would be. Finally I caved and asked Earl if he minded if I had a couple tokes. His eyes lit right up and he hoped I’d share.

    I packed my pipe full and after a couple tokes, my tension drained away. Earl was more relaxed too.

    . I did suffer a moment of panic when he suddenly stood and began looking through my dvds. There were several gay and bisexual films in there, but if Earl was offfended, well he was a guest and was free to leave. I watched him page through the cases then come to an abrupt halt.

    He pulled one out and stared at the cover a good long while, then slowly flip to the back to look at the pictures. I swear that man’s eyebrows tried to creep to his military hairline. I squinted trying to see which dvd he had in hand. I mentally groaned.

    I had in my collection a couple of strapon dvds. It is a strange fetish of mine to see women shove dildos up men’s holes. I can’t explain it, it’s not as if I want some chick fucking me with her plastic dick! It’s more like I like to see big macho guys being dominated by smaller weaker people. An awful lot of my gay dvds had big macho looking dudes taking it up the ass from smaller slighter guys.

    He came to sit on the futon, still eying the dvd, then turned a questioning look at me. ” Um, I don’t think I’ve ever seen something like this. Are these girls really fucking those guys in the ass?” I shrugged then nodded yes. I mean what could I say, the pictures were pretty graphic.

    He bit his lips, and stared at the small but lurid pictures. Somehow I knew what was going through his mind. I took the dvd from his fingers, which tightened on it for a moment, then released. I popped it in the player, hit play and returned to the futon.

    As the opening credits, came on I packed, lit and took a long toke from my pipe and passed it to Earl. Not taking his eyes off the screen for a moment he took in a big long draw of my magic weed and held it in, only for it to woosh out at the first scene.

    The girl was little, blonde and dressed like a teenage cheerleader. She was facing down her male coach, a big muscular daddy. Earl actually gasped when she lifted her skirt to reveal a moderate sized purple dong. I glanced over at his crotch to see a bump pushing the fabric. I squirmed a little his excitment, exciting me.

    Another toke and another gasp when the big ole burly coach went to his knees and began to lick and suck her purple dong, following the filthy directions of the little cheerleader.

    Then in walks another guy, this one younger, probably supposed to be one of the jocks. She ordered the big burly coach to suck the younger guys dick.

    Then she lubed up her silicone dick and laid it at the entrance to the coach’s ass.

    I was watching my new high and drunk freind from the corner of my eye. His eyes were a little glassy, his breath coming fast, and he was absently rubbing his dick through his sweats.

    When she popped the head into the coach, Earl winced, then licked his lips. His eyes flicked to meet mine, then at his busy hand. He flushed red, then jerked his hand away, mumbling an apology, saying he’d gone without for a long time, and had been looking to banging his girl. But even as he was talking, his eyes strayed back to the tube.

    This little chick wasn’t being coy or gentle. She was long stroking the coach hard. Earl’s hand snuck back to his hard dick, then jerked away.

    I sighed. I quickly stood up, unzipped, dropped jeans and underwear to my ankles, and plopped backdown, my seven incher hard and standing up from my lap. I gestured at him. ” Go ahead, feel free. I promise I won’t touch, but I won’t promise not to watch!” His eyes strayed back to the screen, drawn from the obscene language the little blonde put out, then seem to come to a decision.

    He stood, pulled down his pants, bending over to give me a view of his big white clad butt, then with a deep breath dropped the briefs too, giving me a quick glimpse of a very furry ass crack, before he plopped back down on the futon.

    He studiously ignored me as he sat there his hard dick straining upward. Okay, not straining too high. I’d guess somewhere around four inches hard. It was his big round ball sac that had given the crotch of his pants that full look.

    I closed my eyes, packed and lit the pipe again, and offered it to Earl. He grabbed it like a lifeline, still avoiding looking at me directly, although I did catch him looking at my straining dick.

    Shortly after a couple of hard tokes, he was once again riveted to the screen, his big paw all but making his dick disappear in his hand. His other hand was fondling those fat balls.

    His hands stilled when the girl ordered the young man to come fuck the coach in the ass. His eyes glazed over again, and I watched one hand leave his balls to edge lower. I think at that point he was so high he forgot I was even in the room.

    Involuntarily his thighs drew apart, he leaned against the back of the futon, as his fingers found and began to massage his hole. I’d stopped stroking to watch this action play out.

    Earl was completely lost in the feelings his hands were giving, his mind solely attuned to the screen. When the girl strapped on a much larger black toy, Earl gasped and put his feet up on the table, his fingers busy in his crevice.

    I thought he was totally oblivious to me, when to my shock, he left off stroking his own dick and wrapped that huge paw around mine. His hand was so big it almost made my seven inches disappear.

    He studiously avoided looking at me as he stroked my dick, while playing with his own asslips. He bit his lips, when she forced the head of the monster dildo between the coach’s lips, stretching his mouth wide.

    He continued chewing his lips, a bit, closed his eyes, sighed, swung his body around, so his feet were up on the futon, facing me. He dropped his knees wide, so I could see right into his pink pink hole in it’s nest of blonde hair.

    He never once took his eyes off the screen, although I was so focused on him massaging his ass lips.

    He stilled, when the girl pulled out of the coach’s mouth and crawled around behind him. Still not looking at me, he fumbled for, found and pulled my hand until my finger tips, rested against that pink puckered hole. He flicked a quick glance my way, turned red, then turned back to the screen.

    He bit his lip harder, and turned redder, as I gently massaged his hole, spreading it apart with my fingers. I took them away for a moment, he shot me an aggrieved look, saw me wetting my fingers with spit, bit his lip again, then turned back to the tube.

    All this time the girl had been teasing the coach by sliding the dildo up and down his ass crack. She began coating the big monster with grease, then went to grease up his hole. I’d been smearing spit on Earl’s flexing ass lips. I too was watching the video closely knowing what came next.

    In tandem with the cheerleader, as she slipped her finger slowly up the coach’s shitter, I eased my finger into Earl’s.

    He tensed up, grimacing, just as the girl ordered the coach to relax, Earl followed her instructions too and my wet finger slid into him. I don’t quite know what i was expecting, but it wasn’t Earl closing his eyes and shoving his ass down hard until my whole finger was as deep as it could go.

    He stilled , eyes closed, ass ring pulsing around my finger. He pressed a little harder, trying to get more finger inside him.

    I slid closer, and used my other hand to massage the slightly stretched edges of the hole clasping my fingers.

    Earl’s knees went wider, lifting his ass off the futon, trying to get more finger inside him. As the girl in the video positioned the monster dildo against the coach’s asshole, I spit a hefty gob of spit onto Earl’s hole and my fingers.

    I drew my finger almost out of Earl and as she slid the monster cock into the coach, slid not one more but two more fingers into Earl.

    As the three fingers drove into his tight wet tunnel, Earl, laid back his head, gave a soft scream and shot string after string of cum high in the air. The first shot hit him in the forehead, the second beside his open mouth, the third his chin and neck, the fourth on his tee shirt. It kept pumping out leaving a white trail down his body to string off his still pulsing cock and puddle in his pubes.

    Knowing many guys can’t handle things in their ass after they cum, I began to ease out of Earl.

    Lightning fast he grabbed my hand and held it in place. “No, don’t, feels good!” he groaned.

    Still holding my fingers in him, he scooted down until he could reach my cock.

    Ass still spasming around my fingers, it only took a few tugs, before I was shooting cum onto his still twitching dick, his fat hairy balls and what part of my hand wasn’t buried in his ass.

    Only then, did he release my hand letting my fingers slip out. He laid there totally spent, eyes closed, covered in cum, legs still wide open, a gob of my cum inching across his taint to slide across his still slightly open hole.

    I was mesmerized by that twitching hole. Still hard, I wanted so much to just bury my dick inside it.

    Instead I got up , pulled my jeans the rest of the way off and padded into the bathroom for a wet cloth and came back to clean the mingled cum from my guest. Earl’s eyes were closed, his mouth and body slack, his breathing even. Thought he was asleep. I wrestled off his shoes, then his sweatpants and briefs.

    He groaned and turned his body to face the back of the futon, his big ass almost hanging off the edge.

    I hadn’t got a chance to clean up that gob of my cum that had found it’s way to pool in his pink slit. I slid my finger across that pink hole, scooping up my cum and sucked it off my finger.

    Earl moved twitched and moaned.

    Meanwhile the girl in the video was finally finished ramming the coach. She came, he came the boy came. I grinned, silently thanked her and was about to turn off the video, when I paused.

    Smirking, I left it on. It was one of those four hour compilations!

    Let Earl have sweet dreams of pretty girls with bossy attitudes, order him to suck, ride their huge dicks.

    I hoped he woke up for the one where the base nurse fucked the big Marine Seargent.

    I gave his sweet hairy ass a final caress and trundled up to my bed in the loft.

    PART 2

    I groggily woke to the sound of the tv still going.

    Blearily I glanced at the clock. My eyes popped open.

    That video should have ended already.

    A sharp scent of smoke drifted past my nose. I quietly rolled from the bed and went to peer over the railing.

    Earl laying on his stomach had just finished a long toke. Wow, the boy sure made himself at home. His eyes had that glassy look from more than a couple of tokes.

    As I heard a voice order someone to lick it’s cock, I recognized the scene with the Nurse and the Sargent.

    I’d beat off to that scene many a time. And watched as Earl began licking the ends of his fingers, following the Nurse’s instructions, eyes glued to the scene as he slowly began humping the mattress beneath him.

    I think my guest had discovered a new fetish.

    I watched for a few moments, then came to an abrupt decision, when he paused the film and took another drag of my weed.

    I reached under my bed and pulled out a duffle. By the time I crept down the stairs, the Video was back on and Earl was humping the mattress again.

    I stood at the foot of the futon, admiring his large hairy ass cheeks opening and closing as he drove his dick into the mattress.

    When he paused the film again and reached for my pipe, I dropped the bag I was holding.

    At the thud, Earl’s head whipped around. His startled eyes took me in stark naked, arms crossed and hard seven inches aimed at his furry ass.

    Red faced he put down the pipe and went to draw a blanket over himself.

    Moving quick I yanked away the blanket. I half expected him to jump to his feet, but he just laid there, eying me nervously.

    I ran my eyes down his body, then back up to his face.

    He licked his lips and then surprised me by edging his legs apart until one was draped off the edge of the futon.

    I picked up the bag and he eyed it warily, but didn’t move. I fumbled in the side pocket until I found the little brown bottle.

    A new unopened one.

    I took the remote away and skipped back to the beginning of the scene and paused.

    Then I settled on the floor with the bag, just below his draped leg, and reached for the pipe. I took a long toke, then unzipped the bag, taking care to keep the contents from showing.

    Once the weed hit my system and I assumed his, I pulled out my own brown bottle and took a nice long draw. He looked at me questioningly, when pointed to the one in his hand.

    ” Try it Dude! You like my weed well enough, this is pretty good too. “

    He tried to copy me, took a long inhale and tried to hand the bottle back. I waved it off.

    ” Just use it when you feel the need, Dude!”

    I was curious, I am probably wrong, but it always seems to me that when a top uses poppers all the feelings go to his dick, a bottom, straight to his ass. Must be a mental thing, a guy must concentrate on what they like the most, surely poppers can’t choose.

    Buzzing myself, I watched as the poppers hit Earl. I smiled when he groaned .

    Aha! and started flexing his ass. Perhaps a bottom boy is about to be born.

    I hit play and the beginnning of the scene began.

    When the nurse pulled out her small pink graduated toy, I reached into the bag and pulled out a similair toy in lime green.

    Earl’s eyes widened but he stayed silent.

    I held up my bottle indicating he should hit his.

    I think it hit him just as the nurse put her toy to the Sarge’s lips, I put mine to Earl’s.

    He eyed it uncertainly, but when the Nurse demanded he lick it, Earl’s tongue came out to touch the tip.

    A whip crack order from the video and Earl started licking in earnest.

    This whole sex by video trip was getting damn hot!

    When the Nurse demanded he suck it bump by bump, Earl, eyes closed followed her orders.

    Now came a real hot scene in the video.

    The Nurse said she had to get the Sargent’s hole ready.

    I stood up, hit my bottle, Earl hit his too.

    His eyes were glued to the tv as the Nurse spread apart Sarge’s cheeks.

    By now I was in almost the same position, so I follwed suit.

    Earl quivered a little, then took a hasty hit off his bottle.

    I too watched the video, touching my tongue to Earl’s pink rose, as the Nurse licked the Sarge.

    I think Earl was glued to the video, because he was trying to imagine Nurse at his backdoor not a hairy man.

    Didn’t matter to me, I was enjoying myself!

    Soon Earl and Sarge were moaning in unison, as the Nurse and I slurped ass to our heart’s content.

    I just wallowed between those big hair covered cheeks.

    I could have happily continued but the Nurse was moving on, so I did too.

    As she lubed up the graduated toy, I reached into my bag and followed suit. I held up my bottle, and after Earl took a deep inhale nestled the tip of my toy to his quivering hole.

    Eyes on the screen, I followed the Nurse as she slowly popped in just the first round ball. Earl stiffened but relaxed when the Nurse ordered Sarge to.

    Slowly round ball by ball Nurse and I slipped our toys past the pink rings under our hands.

    After a while the last and biggest balls popped inside Sarge and Earl’s ass rings.

    Earl was breathing heavy, and actually cried out when I began easing out the toy in tandem with Nurse.

    Pretty soon I was slowly popping the rounds in and out of Earl.

    When the Nurse paused to find another toy, I reached in my bag and pulled out a similair one. I followed her lead as she pulled out one toy and inserted the head of a realistic looking dong.

    Once the heads popped through the stretched pink rings, Nurse and I slowly buried our dongs to the hilt.

    Earl’s ass tilted to meet his invader, trying to get it in deep. It surprised me that this so called ass virgin, was taking this all so well.

    Oh well I do buy damn good smoke when I can afford it!

    Nurse and I gently fucked our partners with our silicone toys.

    Earl was squirming and moaning much more than Sarge, his ass humping up to meet his invader each time it tunneled in.

    It was the next part of the video I was waiting for. I actually had a strapon harness.

    Now the dong that let my dick fit inside it , was much to big for Earl, so I didn’t put it on the harness. Instead I slipped a condom on over my own dick and put it through the harness hole where the dong usually fit.

    When Nurse put her dong to the Sargeant’s lips demanding he suck, I put my dick to Earl’s.

    He hesitated, but another angry order from Nurse had him opening his mouth and taking me in, eyes tightly closed.

    Yeah, he was having trouble with the whole sucking a dude’s dick, but what did I really care if he pretended I was the nurse. I had my hard dick inside a hot wet man mouth.

    As Nurse leaned over to play with and finger Sarge’s hot lubed up hole, I did Earl”s. Earl was humping against my fingers, groaning around my dick, breathing hard. I was afraid he’d come before the next part of the scene, one I was dearly hoping to get away with.

    When Nurse pulled out of Sarge’s mouth, I pulled out of Earl’s too. I trailed my fingers down Earl’s back in tandem with Nurse. Like Nurse, I spread Earl’s legs further apart.

    As Nurse knelt behind Sarge, putting her dong against his hole, I nestled my own real cock against Earl’s.

    Earl, eyes tightly shut, took another huge whiff of poppers.

    I was almost giddy as I realized I was about to sink my dick into his big round Marine ass, and he wasn’t going to fight it! Either this man wasn’t so straight or the combination of pot and poppers had his inhibitions down so far he’d do anything.

    Personally I wanted to believe it was this Hunky Marine’s first ass fuck!

    As Nurse slowly sank her dong into Sarge I slowly sank into Earl. He was well opened from the toys, so my big fat seven inches met little resistance at first.

    The big diffrence between my dick and Nurse’s was at about halfway. Unlike her dildo, my dick flares out it’s widest about halfway down, so it’s almost like having my fat head stretch the ass ring all over again.

    . I saw Earl’s fist bunch and his white teeth biting his lips.

    I paused, letting him adjust, didn’t want to tear anything.

    Nurse was still feeding dong into Sarge but her toy was way bigger than my dick!

    When I started sinking into Earl again, I caught up with her and our respective full lengths were buried to the balls in our partners. I was kind of expecting protests from Earl at the next part, but he made no move to push me off, when Nurse began a brutal and hard pounding of the Sargeant’s ass!

    Soon Nurse and I were fucking ass hard.

    Sarge and Earl’s whole bodies were lurching on impact.

    Another hit of poppers and Earl’s ass was rising to meet every down thrust, and expletives were pouring out of his mouth.

    I know I was ramming his dick into the mattress with every inward thrust and was not surprised when his hole started spasming around my dick.

    .When Earl groaned, out he going to cum, I was close !

    One hard final deep thrust and I was filling my condom deep inside him.

    His back arched as he drove his hips into the mattress. I could feel the waves as he spurted into the mattress.

    When he was done, he just lay there panting, my dick still partway in his ass.

    I looked down between us looking at my hairy red pubes tangled with his blonde ass hair.

    As I eased out, Earl kept his eyes closed.

    I guess he still was pretending it was Nurse and not me who had just fucked big bad Marine Ass!

    Then I heard a loud snort and saw Earl seemed to be sound asleep.

    Took it as my cue to head back to my bed.

    I did, but not without a certain proud smug feeling. I’d just fucked a big musclular blonde hairy Marine!

    Life wasn’t too shabby!

  • Devilish Grin

    “Would you look at that?”

    “Look at what?” Lucian asked, leaning over close to Dan at the table underneath the umbrella on the golf and tennis club’s café terrace. He thought that if he could get cheek to cheek with the hunk, it would be a start on making him.

    “That Zack Wilson over there. He’s strutting around like he owns the place.”

    “Perhaps that’s because he does own a big chunk of it. Or haven’t you heard?”

    “No,” Dan said, his voice full of the morose. “I hadn’t heard. Where did he get the money to buy into the club? How can he be zipping ahead financially when the rest of us are barely hanging on by our fingernails in this recession?”

    Envy, Lucian thought. Why didn’t he guess that would be the key to Dan? It looked increasingly like he was going to get lucky. Envy. Envy and bitterness and the feeling of failure. Not to mention, of course, the need for money to support living above one’s means-which led to all the rest. Those were also strong tools in his business.

    “So, you know of the straits he was in a year ago, do you?”

    “Sure,” Dan answered, swinging around from the baleful look he’d been giving Zack, who was flirting with two forty-something, but still quite presentable, women at a table over by the steps down to the eighteenth hole. They twittered back at him like he was some sort of celebrity or something. Like he was the most delicious thing on the menu. Dan snorted derisively before he continued. “Yes, a year ago he was trying to get me to take his old Chrysler off his hands so he could make the month’s rent. Now he drives a Porsche and lives in a house twice the size of the one he couldn’t afford then.”

    “And yet a year ago, he was sitting with me on this terrace in exactly the same circumstances as you are today.” Lucian nudged his chair around a bit closer to Dan’s-on the terrace wall side, where no one from the restaurant would see what his hands would be doing under the table top in case this conversation got that far.

    “The same circumstance? You mean that he was asking your company for a loan?”

    “Yes.”

    “And you gave him one despite the financial condition he was in?”

    “Yes. We invest in people and their potential, Dan. Zack had great potential. And I could see that in him. I think you could have it in you too, Dan.” Potential indeed, Lucian was thinking. Dan was one nice piece of ass.

    “And from there Zack was able to accomplish this miraculous turnaround?”

    “Well, it was more complex than that, Dan. Zack needed more help than just money.” Lucian lowered his voice to a whisper so that Dan had to lean in toward him.

    “What do you mean? Do you mean your company helped him in more ways than just a financial loan?”

    “Yes, of course. We are a well-connected firm, Dan. We have ways of helping our clients expand their money exponentially. We like to get a very good return on our investment, and we take a very personal interest in our loan clients. Zack had what it takes, of course, but we were-I was-pleased to help him along.” Lucian was barely whispering now, and he made sure his face was at an angle from Dan. Dan had to scoot his chair around toward Lucian, just as Lucian had planned.

    “And this is how Zack recovered so fully and expanded his investment capital-by working closely with your firm?”

    “As I said, he did come with assets. Zack is a very attractive and compelling man. And it has largely been because he was working closely-very closely-with me, Dan.”

    “How is this possible? How can your firm help someone make such a turnaround so quickly in an economy like the one we’re suffering? Is this some sort of voodoo magic?”

    “Don’t joke about such things,” Lucian said. His tone was sharp, and he gave Dan a glowering look, trying to appear foreboding. His swarthy complexion and jet black hair, including a pointed goatee, and his piercingly cold blue eyes helped him in this regard. “Do you reject the possibility of the occult, Dan-that there are forces at work that are beyond the understanding and control of mere man?”

    “I . . . I . . .I don’t know. All of that is . . .” Dan felt himself beginning to sweat. He backed right down. The last thing he wanted to do today was alienate Lucian Abaddon. He’d been all over the state before contacting Lucian. And nothing. There had been no help for him. He was keeping up appearances. But he was almost as close to reneging on the house payment the month after next as Zack had been when he’d come crawling to him to buy his Chrysler. There were rumors about Lucian and his company-although Dan’s best research hadn’t dug out anything on the company beyond Lucian himself. There was talk of how Lucian was a miracle man, but there were also whispers of the demands he made. Of something unusual.

    Dan knew Lucian was gay-and that he had some very strange ideas. He had tried everything else he could think of before calling Lucian. But no one else in the state had given him the time of day on helping him dig himself out of his financial hole. If there was a question of what Dan would do from today’s meeting-just how much of his soul he would sell to land a loan-it had all been wrestled with and fundamentally answered before he had gotten to this point.

    “Hokum, Dan? Are you really so sure. Look at Zack, Dan. You knew how he was a year ago, and you can see how he is today. Do you think that transition was natural, Dan? I told you that my firm was well connected. Perhaps you don’t know just how well connected. Look at Zack, Dan. You are a good analyst. You have been doing some checking, haven’t you? I know you have. You’d be surprised what I know about you. What have you learned about how my help has worked out for others?”

    “You do have a good success record, Lucian. That was quite evident. I just don’t . . .”

    “And your research has given you a good idea of what signing with me entails, doesn’t it? Be honest about that, Dan.”

    Dan didn’t answer. He couldn’t maintain eye contact with Lucian. He just lowered his face, looking down at the table top, realizing only now that the fingers of one of Lucian’s hands were laying lightly on top of one of his hands.

    “Look at Zack, Dan. What comes to mind when you look at Zack over there and compare what his situation was a year ago and how things are working for him now? What would be your first thought.”

    “My first thought?” Dan asked. “That he’d sold his soul, I guess.” The words almost caught in Dan’s throat. He immediately wanted to pull those words back, but something about the situation and Zack’s success had just forced this out of him-what he’d been thinking even before he showed up to this meeting, the suggestiveness and all, what Lucian was saying to him, Lucian’s look-the whole satanic edge to him. Dan laughed, trying to cover his nervousness, but revealing it in the shakiness-almost hysteria-of the laugh rather than hiding it.

    “That’s not funny,” Lucian said, covering his face with his most serious mask. “It’s something to consider, of course. But it isn’t something to joke about it. I can tell you that Zack doesn’t joke about it.”

    Dan sat there, paralyzed. It was only now that he realized that Lucian’s hand had moved to rest on his knee under the table.

    “Look at Zack again,” Lucian said.

    Dan lifted his head, as directed, and stared at Zack, still chatting up the two giggling women.

    Good, Lucian thought. He’s still with me and following my directions.

    “Does it look like Zack is putting the make on those women, Dan?”

    “Yes.”

    “And does it look like he could have either one of them, if he wanted them?”

    “Yes.” This was said with a bit of a yelp, because Lucian’s hand was higher on his thigh now.

    “And do you think he will fuck either one or both of them?”

    “Yes. Probably.”

    “Maybe, Dan. But maybe not. Do you think he has enjoyed being with women all that much for the past year-considering all of the options? And let’s say, just for the sake of argument, that he has explored other options. Does it look like he has suffered from that?”

    Dan didn’t answer. All of his senses were on that hot hand on his thigh.

    “Do you want a loan, Dan? Do you want my help in expanding your capital?”

    “Yes.”

    “We haven’t discussed collateral. Do you want to do that now?”

    “No . . . yes . . . Um, I don’t know what to say.”

    “Do I really need to discuss collateral with you, Dan? Do you really not know what collateral Zack put up?”

    Dan didn’t answer. He just sat there, breathing heavily. There was no need for him to answer verbally. His body was answering for him. Lucian had a hand spread on his basket now, under the table and was taking the measure of Dan through the thin material of his golfing trousers.

    “If you want the loan and my help, it’s your soul I want as collateral, Dan. I think that should be quite clear between us. If you want this, we will have to move our discussions to my bedroom. How about it, Dan? It’s decision time. What do you say?”

    “Shall I put these drinks on my tab?” Dan answered weakly.

    Dan was shy and wooden from the start when they reached Lucian’s house. Dan wasn’t the least surprised at the gothic décor of the house or the four-poster bed with its heavy brocade drapes, but they intimidated him. They only added to his foreboding about just how deeply he was getting into something beyond his understanding and control.

    What really surprised him, though, was that, once Lucian was stripped down, there seemed nothing special or satanic about him. His arms and chest were covered with curly black hair, but there were no pelted goat legs or hooves or horns. It was almost a letdown. If he was going to sell his soul, he would have appreciated some of the trappings that went with it-some sort of sign that it was all true. Idiotic, he knew, but there it was. These were the thoughts going through his mind as he tip-toed along the tightrope of hysteria.

    Lucian didn’t give him long to contemplate the selling of his soul, though. He sat on the edge of the bed once they were both naked and pushed Dan to his knees in front of him, between his legs, and fed his cock into Dan’s mouth. Dan gagged and showed reluctance, but Lucian directed him well and led him through the process with encouraging words and rewarding sounds of pleasure.

    Dan was even more reluctant when, fully prepared himself, Lucian pulled him up and laid him on his back on the bed and, stretching out beside him, moved his hand to Dan’s crotch and his lips to the hollow of Dan’s neck and then up to his mouth. Dan went rigid and Lucian sweet talked him, with Dan relaxing and increasingly emitting involuntary moans as Lucian’s hand did its magic on Dan’s cock. Soon Dan was writhing and groaning and his hips were rolling in rhythm with the pumping of Lucian’s hand and, giving a little cry, he arched his back and shot his load across his quivering belly.

    “You OK?” Lucian murmured.

    “Yes,” Dan answered somewhat uncertainly.

    “That’s done now, isn’t it?”

    “Yes,” Dan answered, and then, in surprise, he uttered an explicative and Lucian covered his mouth with the palm of his hand as he rolled over on top of Dan and spread his legs with the other hand.

    “What . . . what . . .?” Dan exclaimed when Lucian removed his hand to open the condom packet.

    “Do you want the loan or not, Dan?” Lucian asked, his voice suddenly dominating, hard edged.

    “Yes,” whimpered Dan, “But . . .”

    “Zack has a Porsche, Dan. What was it you said you coveted? A Corvette? Think of the Corvette, Dan.”

    Dan was reduced to light pants, and then he cried out and went rigid and had to be cajoled to relax as Lucian entered him and began to open him up for a prolonged session of slow fucking in multiple positions.

    Later, as they lay side by side and Dan fought to return his breathing to a regular rhythm and tried to forget both the pain in his ass and the fact that he had come to enjoy it-and wanted to do it again-Lucian spoke.

    “Collateral, Dan. Every Tuesday afternoon for the term of the loan-if that’s what I want. problem with that?”

    “No, not really. It was better than expected. But . . .”

    “But what, Dan?”

    “But, oh I don’t know. Selling my soul and all. I guess I expected something-fireworks, clashing of symbols, billowing smoke and fire or something.”

    “You don’t really believe in all of that occult shit, do you, Dan?” Lucian said. He leaned over and kissed Dan on a nipple and then raised his head and looked into Dan’s face-and laughed.

    “Oh, god,” Dan muttered.

    “Nothing satanic about the arrangement,” Lucian said. “But God doesn’t have a damn thing to do with it either. It’s just a business deal and a weekly fuck rather than having to put up any other collateral.”

    “And no Corvette, either, I take it,” Dan answered. He was beginning to see the humor in the situation-and how incredibly naïve he’d been in his frustrated need. If he hadn’t been very pleasantly surprised with how well a man can make love to another, he might have been angry. But Lucian had fucked all of the anger and fear out of him. And, although he certainly wouldn’t reveal it to Lucian, Dan was already looking forward to next Tuesday afternoon’s tryst.

    “You can buy anything you think you can afford, Dan. I’d be careful with the money I give you, though. The stock market can be so iffy-especially in these times.”

    “And Zack?”

    “Rich uncle died is the way I heard it,” Lucian answered.

    “Shit.”


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  • Southern Farm Boy Cousins’ Caught Having Sex

    Mickey and Hank, first cousins, were born on the same day a little over 18 years ago. Their mothers are sisters. They have grown up together and are like twins living on farms just three miles apart in Tennessee. They have always been in the same class in school. Hank is an only child and Mickey has one brother named Billie, six years older. Thus Mickey and Hank are not only cousins but depend on each other for friendship and loyalty.

    Mickey is much larger than Hank. He is a big Southern corn fed farm boy standing 6-feet and 3-inches, weighs a muscled 190 pounds with red hair and hazel eyes, pumped body from working on the farm, and hung like a proverbial horse (10-inche circumcised cock with big balls and a huge cock shaft).

    Hank, on the other hand, stands only 5-feet and 8-inches with coal black hair and deep brown eyes. He weighs just 155 pounds, but he has a well-framed muscled body from his years working on the farm from such chores as lifting large bails of hay. He too has a big package with a circumcised 8-inch cock and large low hanging balls. The DNA in their families has produced men with horse like cocks.

    THE DAY MICKEY AND HANK HAD THEIR FIRST GAY SEX: TOLD BY HANK

    On this given Saturday I received a call from cousin Mickey on my cell at 9:00 AM. “Hello man, what’s up cousin?”

    “Hank, my parents are gone for the day and they wanted me to ask you if you could come over and help me move our horses to the back forty? Also we need to move the bull into the pasture where one of our prize milk cows is ready to breed. Billie can’t help because he is working today at the supermarket plus he is going to dinner with his girlfriend. I’m here all alone.”

    “Mickey, after you and I were out late last night at our senior high school prom, I just got up. Let me eat a bite, shower and I’ll be over around 10:30 AM. See you then.”

    Both Mickey and I were dressed in blue jeans, boots, platted red shirts and baseball caps. We spent about 90 minutes moving the horses. Then we let that mean aggressive bull into the pasture with the milk cow. As we watched, the bull made a direct path to the waiting cow, got up on her back sprouting this monstrous cock. We were almost hypnotized as we watched the bull drive his huge cock into the cow’s pussy.

    I looked over at Mickey and noticed a big growing tent in his jeans with his cock almost halfway down his left leg. WOW, was he ever big. This so excited me that soon my cock had grown stiff and at a full erection. Mickey noticed my plight and said: “Buddy, cousin, that poor cow seems to be in pain. Have you ever seen such a large python as that bull’s tool? We seem to have a small problem in our own pants. I know you and me have talked about how many nights we both jack off in bed after a long day at school. I need to get my nuts off. Do you want to go over to the barn and for the first time jack off together?”

    “Man, do I ever want to wank my aching tool. I think it would be great to see how you jerk that huge cock of yours. It would be so hot. Yea, lets get up in the barn loft. No one is home and even if they get home they will not find us.”

    We got in the loft and Mickey instantly grabbed me in a headlock and started to wrestle. Soon he used his hard body and strong hands to throw me down on the hay covered floor on my back. He jumped on top of me and started drilling his crotch and big cock into my crotch. I felt his cock grind so hard against my stiff cock. Man did it ever feel great. The humping had my whole body tingling and my cock was throbbing and filled with blood.

    “Hey cousin Mickey, I thought we were just going to strip down and watch each other jack off. Man you are attacking me. Oh shit, oh fuck, this feels so hot. Are you as turned on as I am? Are you gay? Man, I’m horny. I admit I love your body on top of me. I’m oozing pre-cum in my shorts.”

    “Cousin Hank, I’m wild with lust. Yea, I want us to suck cock and fuck. Are you ok with that? Yea, I think I’m gay. I really want you. Please tell me you want me to fuck you.”

    “Yea, shit Mickey, I’m delirious for you. Lets end this virginity thing right now. Fuck, I’m horny as hell. Lets get out of these clothes. Mickey, look at your pants, you have a growing wet ring—I bet that is juice from you cock.”

    In record time, we got out of our boots, pants, shorts and shirts while leaving on our baseball caps. Man this was so hot. Nothing is more sexy than a gay guy with his baseball cap turned backward and a hard cock ready to fuck you. The hottest scene ever.

    “Mickey, what do we do first?”

    Without answering me, he grabbed me and put me in a tight embrace as he parted my lips with his thick red lips. He began to pushed his tongue deep into my throat. I smelt his hot breath, hot tongue and his very thick lips press hard against my lips and mouth. WOW, my first gay kiss was better than I had ever thought possible and it was with my dear cousin ready to fuck me. I felt his huge cock drive under my balls as my cock slid over his abs and lower stomach. Our pubic hairs were rubbing against each other. The growing sweat and oozing goo had our pubic hair and abs very wet. The wet feel of our bodies and his driving cock had me in another zone—pure pleasure.

    We grabbed each others buttock and pushed very hard as our crotches melted together while we continued to violently kiss. The sloppy sounds of sex had us so excited that we heard the animals fleeing from the barn into the barnyard. We now had the barn all to ourselves.

    After the longest embrace and kissing, Mickey slowly began to kiss, suck and lick his way down my steamy hot body. He sucked on my neck, earlobes, and bit and sucked my hard nipples; lathered my chest, underarms, biceps, stomach, inner thighs and legs with his hot tongue; finally he came back up to my aching and throbbing cock where he sucked my balls into his mouth; next he ran his tongue up and down both sides of my wet cock shaft; and the best thing happened, when his lips were firmly stretched around my blood gorged purple meat.

    He began to slowly and then sped up as he took my entire cock down his throat. He bobbed up and down on my steel rod while I held the back of his head. I felt his tongue all over my virgin cock as he sucked harder and harder. This being my first blowjob, I felt my entire body quiver and goose bumps dominated ever inch of my sweaty body.

    “Oh cousin, suck my cock. Yea, that is it. Fuck, holy shit, holly fuck, suck me, suck me, take it all. Man, Aaaaaaaaa, pleaseeee suck me. I’m going to come. Here it is. I can’t stop. Pull out or I’m going to flood you with my cum. Take it all. Yea, swallow that seed.”

    I shot blast after blast of warm salty cum down Mickey’s throat. When I was drained, he pulled off my hot cock and said: “Cousin, your cum was warm and salty. I loved my first cum meal. Holy fuck, I love cum.”

    He kissed me and I tasted my first cum. I liked it.

    Then Mickey said: “Hank, do you want to suck your first cock, my big tool? Please suck my cock. Get it hard and I want to fuck that pink ass of yours.”

    I got down on my knees as Mickey stood above me. I began to lap at his big oozing cock head over and over, slid my tongue down his huge cock shaft and finally I sucked on his nuts. Sniffing at his sex organs gave me a smell of of his rich, masculine and sweaty odors from his ass and crotch that had my cock actually beginning to grow again. I’d never smelt and tasted anything this sexy before. I never wanted to stop. The taste of his pre-cum was like nothing I had ever experienced before. I was in love with gay sex and Mickey.

    As I gave him a deep hot blowjob taking his cock all the way down to the base, his cock was hard as a diamond drill. This made him crazy with lust to fuck my ass. I sucked him until he was close to shooting his load. I pulled off and we rested until he was safe to fuck me.

    Then he had me lean up against and face a bail of hay, spread my legs far apart, he got behind me, spit gobs of spit into my virgin ass, lubed his own cock with his spit, fingered my ass driving the spit inside me, spread his own feet and began to slowly insert his huge cock inside my outer ass ring. Soon I felt this huge hard and slick tool go deeper and deeper into my man pussy. I took what he had to offer. I pushed back to meet his wood until he was in my ass up to the base of his cock. I felt his balls and his pubic hair rub against my skin. Man, it was great.

    He grabbed my shoulders and began to thrust his cock deep into my inners and come almost all the way out before plunging deep inside me again. He went wild fucking my ass as we both moaned and our breaths became harder and harder. He fucked me as if he was a mountain lion.

    I yelled in both pain and pleasure: “Oh my god, holy fuck, fuck me, fuck me, give me all you’ve got. Harder and harder, drive that horse cock inside me. Make me your whore, make me your bitch, and don’t stop. Breed me with your semen. Make me yours.”

    We were so turned on and into the fuck that we did not hear Billie come into the barn. He heard my dirty talk and all the moaning just as Mickey’s cock head swelled, his balls contracted and he began ejaculating burst after burst of his semen deep in my ass.

    As Mickey pulled his cock out of my ass with his cum dripping off his cock head and my ass spilling his nectar, there stood Billie at the top of the latter. Oh shit, oh fuck, what would we do now?

    In total shock Billie said: “What in the hell are you two fags doing? You look like two dogs in heat. Just wait until our parents hear about this. You are in a hell of a lot of trouble.”

    I felt like I was going to faint. This incredible gay sex was now turning into a nightmare. My life was ruined.

    Then Mickey took charge and said: “Brother, what in the hell are your doing home? You were going to dinner with your girlfriend. Plus I’m an adult and you can’t tell me what to do. I’ll fuck Hank anytime I wish. Even thou it is none of your business, this was our first time.”

    Billie looked angry and said: “You little bitch, my girlfriend got sick and we had to cancel.”

    “Billie, I’m your brother, you can not do this to me and your favorite cousin. You cannot ruin our lives. OK, I’ll calm down. Please what can we do for you to keep our secret?”

    Billie began to smile and relax. Cool it guys. OK, I won’t tell our parents but you have to do something for me that involves sex.”

    I got my voice back and said: “Yea, cousin Billie, just name it and we will do it for you.”

    Then Billie got a real big mischief smile and his eyes sparkled as he said: “Well, you two horny guys have to ……….. ? We put on our clothes and went with Billie to the restaurant for dinner to discuss his demands.

    TO BE CONTINUED