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It had been a quiet winter and I had been out in the “middle of nowhere,” as I liked to call it, for more days in a row then I could remember.  I lived on ten acres about twenty-five minutes from anything and I was out there alone, mostly by myself, except for the occasional city slicker looking for respite.  I didn’t think about about sex all the time during that time. In fact, I wasn’t really interested, but things seemed to change the most when I wasn’t paying attention.  

It started as any other morning where I did the regular around the house chores that I usually saved for the morning.  In the winter this meant  cleaning out the weeds from the fall, clearing flower beds, raking, and prepping the yard for Spring.  The growing season in the high desert is short so I always tried to do as much as possible before the snow came and this year was no exception.  

That morning I was making new flower beds on the East side of the house, which was a ton of digging.  From there it’s hard to hear anything but the wind and the birds flapping their wings…maybe a dove coo from somewhere far away.  After an hour in the morning sun, even with the outside temperature below 50 degrees I was in in my t-shirt and working hard moving some dirt when I froze.  I heard footsteps on the wooden porch that runs along the house and I knew immediately that someone was there.  No one ever comes out here and one has to be looking for my place to find it so, of course, I was more than a little surprised.  I dropped my shovel and called out, “Hello?  Someone there?” I asked as I moved towards the porch.

“Oh, hello there.  I was just about to knock,” I heard a voice answer from around the bend.

I stepped up to the porch steps and looked around the corner and standing there was a man about my age, fifty, a little taller than me maybe 5’7″, in baggy jeans and a blue work shirt. He was holding a clipboard and I could see a white truck in the driveway through the trees and bushes.  “Can I help you?” I asked.

“Yes, I just wanted to drop by to let you know that tomorrow I have to come by and change out your electric meter.  It won’t take long but I have to shut off the electricity to the house and I usually like to give a 24 hour notice.  I was going to leave this on the door but I’ll just hand it to you,” he said to me as he smiled. I found that our eyes were locked and I was feeling the attraction.  I reached out and smiled back and took the proffered paperwork.  

“I didn’t know there was a problem with it.  Has it not been working?” I asked.  I hadn’t wanted to stare at him so I hadn’t had a real chance to really “check him out,” but his face had me transfixed.

“Oh, it’s not broken,” he said with a slight laugh that stayed deep in his throat, “just updating all the old ones.  Yours is just due, is all.”

I looked down at my hands and noticed that I still had my work gloves on, which I pulled off and reached my hand out, “I’m Gabe.  Sorry my hands are sweaty I’ve been shoveling,” I said.

“Dave,” he said as he shook my hand back.  He walked to the edge of the porch and asked, “Oh, I see.  A garden?”

“Yup.  I think it will be the herb garden.  I like to cook a lot,” I said.  

“Well, it’s a great place out here,” he said as his eyes took in the open space, the valley below, and the crisp, winter air danced around us.

“Thanks.”

“Will the same time tomorrow be ok?” he asked as he turned to leave.

“Uh, yeah.  It’s fine.”

“All right then.  See  you then,” he said as he walked away.

I watched him walk away from me and I saw that he looked nice in his jeans, he was slim, and sure of himself.  Almost unconsciously I looked at his left hand and saw a ring so I ignored any feelings of attraction and went back to the flower bed.

****

It was exactly 8:30 a.m., based on the coffee machine screen, the next morning, when I heard the crunching of the gravel outside as a truck pulled up.  I had actually forgotten that someone was coming that morning.  I had been up a while but I was still in my shorts and t-shirt morning wear.  I had a steaming cup of coffee in hand so I decided to walk out to meet them.  It was a brisk forty-five degrees as I stepped outside and I recognized Dave from yesterday and he was alone.  He wore a fleece lined brown coat, gloves and a hat.

“Good morning,” I called.

“Oh, hey there.  Good morning,” he called back as he walked towards the porch.  I headed towards him knowing that I only had about a minute outside before it got too cold.

“Do I need to do anything special besides shut everything off?” I asked.

“Oh, bit chilly to be outside in summer clothes,” he smiled at me as he stared at my legs.

OK, so the truth is that I am no super hotty.  I am a fifty year old guy in ok shape, hairy all over and short.  So I don’t get a ton of “come-ons” so when someone notices I notice that they notice.  

We caught each other’s eyes and I knew that he knew that I saw him staring at my legs. He turned away and headed to the electric meter at the end of the porch.

“Uh, you don’t need to do anything special,” he started. “I need about ten minutes then I will knock on your door to make sure everything is off.”  

“Yeah, sure,” I said back.  “How about some coffee?” I asked over my shoulder as I quickly headed back towards the door and into the warm indoors.

“Uh, thanks, but I have a thermos,” he said from around the house.  From there I could almost hear his heart beating and I knew he was as nervous and unsure as I was.  

“K,” I said back and headed inside.  I went and stood by the fireplace, shut if off, and stood in front of the fan as it started to shut down.  It felt like an hour but it was probably more like two minutes when I heard a knock.  I went to the door and pulled it open a crack.

“All set?” I asked him as I looked into his face.

“Yup, it should take about two minutes to reconnect,” he said as he reddened slightly in the face and turned and walked back towards the end of the porch.  

I pushed the door closed, unplugged the fireplace fan, and walked into the kitchen to wait. About a minute later the entire house went dark and everything became very quiet.  All I could hear was Dave outside detaching and reattaching the unit.  After about three minutes, which in the silence seemed like two hours, I decided to check things out.  I pulled on a cap and a hoodie and walked back out.

“Everything, o.k.?” I asked him as I reached the end of the porch.  All I could see was Dave’s back as he struggled with whatever he was doing.

“Uh,” he started to respond, “something is off here.  It’s not coming back on.”

“What do you mean it’s not coming back on?  Everything was working just fine before you touched it,” I said as I tried to keep myself from overreacting.

“It will be ok,” he said to me. “I promise.  I’ll fix it.  I have to go back and get a part and that won’t take but half an hour maybe forty minutes.  Then I’ll come back and turn it back on.  The new unit is defective.  Because if it was something inside the house…but because, as you say, everything was working fine.  So, I’ll be back as soon as possible.”

“Really,” I said knowing that I was getting slightly agitated, “you are going to leave me here without any power?  And you promise me that you will be back in under an hour or I will be freaking out,” I said to him.

“Really, less than thirty minutes,” he said as he ran to his truck, started it up and pulled out of the driveway.  I smiled to myself as I walked back inside because I noticed that he was checking out my legs again.

*****

True to his word and under thirty minutes I once again heard the crunching of the gravel as he pulled up.  I waited inside and peaked out the window as I watched him look towards the door for a second…maybe two…then he went back to the electric meter and out of sight. All I heard was the sound of him fumbling around the corner. After thirty seconds the whir of the house coming back online interrupted the silence and everything came back to life.  I heard some more fumbling at the corner, then I heard Dave walk across the front porch and there was a slight tap at the door.  I walked to the door and pulled it fully open.

“Come in, it’s too cold out there,” I said as I ushered him in.  I pushed the door closed and headed into the living room to start the pellet stove. I turned and crouched before the stove and listened to him walk into the house. “This will only take a second,” I said over my shoulder, “so it’s all taken care of? The unit was bad?” I asked him. I quickly doused the paper and pellets, lit them, turned on the fan and stood to face Dave.

“Uh, it was bad. I just wanted to apologize for the inconvenience,” he started to answer then we both just looked at each other.  He moved forward towards me and came a little closer. He then whispered in a gruff voice, “am I reading signals from you?”

Now it was my turn to feel my heartbeat in my chest as I considered my next move. I could have had him out of there in less than thirty seconds or I could choose to play along to see what could happen. That’s what I was thinking but my tongue took over and what I said was not what I would usually say.

“I see the ring. If you are married then leave.”

“Not married,” he said. “But it keeps people from asking questions. You know?  Out here?”

My heart pounded in my ears as I took in the possibilities of this experience.  And again what I said surprised me and it appeared to surprise him.

“We play by my rules,” I said. “You come when I call. You do what I ask without question and you always play the role I give you. I won’t hurt you but I will push you to your limits. I will respect you but I will do everything I can to humiliate you. If this is what you want then come back this evening after work.  There will be instructions for you on the glass door.”

Dave stood frozen to his spot.  I heard his breathing as it quickened and rushed in and out of his open mouth.  I almost felt his blood rushing to his cock.  I knew that he was entirely interested and a little scared but he looked down at his feet. We stood in silence for a full minute while his head hammered his with fantasy and mine waited in anticipation.  

“I’ll be here around 6:00,” he said. Then he turned and left.

*****

Six o’clock rolled around quicker than it ever had before. The note was on the door, the lights were dimmed, the music was soft techno that thumped slowly in the background. I waited in the dark, in the living room.  I had a full view of the front door.  At a few minutes after the hour the gravel crunched again and I was immediately rock hard.  I heard the approach of foot steps. They stopped at the door and I could hear the note being removed from the glass.  Slowly the door opened and he entered the room.  He placed the note on the table, and reached down to remove his boots, socks, pants, underwear, shirt, t-shirt.  He stood naked in the half light as he turned to the table and found the blindfold.  He walked through the kitchen and I could see that he was soft and he appeared very unsure of himself as he looked around the room trying to locate me in the dark.  He made his way into the family room according to the instructions.  He went to the middle of the sheet in the room and got to his knees and reached up to tie the blindfold. Then he got on all fours just as he was instructed.

I was able to watch all of this from the shadows in the hallway.  I stayed and watched him for about a minute.  He was nervous and kept moving his head as if trying to find me. I made my way slowly to him. I stood above him and took in his whole body. He was naked and vulnerable just for me.  Ready for almost anything. He was like me. Just a regular old guy in about the same shape as I was, a little taller, and not as hairy.  But he had a great back and a round hairy ass and that was all I needed to see.  His salt and pepper hair and trimmed mustache and beard made a strong contrast to him in a submissive pose. I stood above him  and watched with his ass in the air and all I wanted to do was to fuck him.  But my plan was to get him to beg for it. I wanted him to cry for me to fuck him.  He would have to wait.  First, I had to get him just the way I wanted him.  

“First my dirty boy we need to get you clean and ready.  You have to always be squeaky clean for me.  But, I want to make sure you understand the rules.  If you disobey me, tell me no, or resist me you will be punished,” I said as I walked over to the small table and picked up the small, skinny bamboo stick.  I took the bamboo stick and ran it along his thighs and his ass.  I could see him stiffen slightly as he considered the sting. I flicked the stick on his ass and he jumped and said, “Oww,” and he sucked in air through this teeth. Then he relaxed a bit and put his ass back in the air and spread his cheeks a little more.

“Nice,” I said as my cock strained inside my pants. “You can ask for permission to speak.  You can respond to me as Sir.  Not Daddy or Master, but Sir.  If I am hurting you or you want me to stop at any time you just say stop. Now let’s get you clean.”

I reached down and took him by the arm, and gently helped him to stand. He was nervous walking blindfolded and he became increasingly helpless as I walked him through my house and walked him slowly up the stairs. His helplessness in his blindfold was surprisingly erotic. I guided him into the bathroom and into the tub. I got a large bottle of lube out and slowly began to play with his hole as I bent him over.

“Hold on to your ankles as I do this,” I said.  He moved his head towards my voice and then slowly reached down and grabbed his ankles. I played with his ass and the lube, slowly. Watching him vulnerable and bent over with his ass in my face made my cock strain and precum was leaking into a stain on my pants.  I added more lube to a finger and began to play it around and inside his tight hole.  I turned on the shower head and turned the ass douche diverter on and waited for the water to reach a comfortable warm. I slowly inserted the hose into his pink hole and watched it disappear inside.

“Now hold it. We need to fill you up first.”  I let the water run for a few seconds then pulled it out again. “Now hold it for me.”   I straightened him up and guided him out of the tub and onto the toilet. “Now let it go,” and he emptied himself into the toilet. I could see the shame flash on his face as he smelled himself and I got even harder.  I pulled him to his feet and back into the tub.  “Ankles,” I said and he bent over and grasped his ankles.  Again, I slowly inserted the tube into his ass and this time I said, “Now let it come out as it goes in.  You have to relax and let it come out,” I instructed and slowly at first then he opened up fully and I rubbed his ass and thighs as he was washed out clean.  I rinsed the tub and said, “now get face down ass up.  I need to shave you clean.”

I grabbed him from the back of this neck and gently guided him down and onto all fours. Then I slowly pushed his head down until it came in contact with the tub.

“Now stay like that. Don’t move,” I said. I reached over to the counter and grabbed a razor blade and shaving cream.  I pulled the shower curtain mostly closed and turned on the water and slowly began washing his back and ass.  I rinsed him and turned the water off.  I rubbed shaving cream all over his upturned ass.  By that time I was so hard that I had to stop to take off my pants.  My throbbing dick was purple and ready to burst as I looked down at  him with his ass in the air ready to be shaved.  

I took my time and explored every inch of his ass.  I fantasized about putting my tongue deep in his hole and tasting him.  I thought about fucking his pink hole as I carefully shaved his hairy ass clean.  I shaved all of his ass, his crack and his lower back.  Again, I turned on the shower and rinsed him clean.  I had him stand and just as carefully I began to wash his cock and balls and I felt his cock stir.  Just as he started to get hard I stopped. I grabbed a towel and slowly dried his body.  I spread his ass cheeks and blew. His hole pulsed and I heard a small moan.  

“Sweet clean ass.  Just how I like my boy’s ass.  Clean and smooth.”

I took his arm and walked him into the master bedroom.  I had set up the massage table earlier in the day along with the video camera.  I guided him into the room and placed his hand on the massage table and told him, “Now climb up here. And get in the same position you were just in.” I watched him as he climbed up and oriented himself. His nervousness on the table, naked and shaved, made me almost come.  I looked down at my rock hard cock and it pulsed with my heartbeat as my brain and body went into sensory overload.

“Move yourself down until your feet just hang off the edge.”

He did this and I began to slowly walk around him.  I rubbed his body, pinched his nipples, pulled on his cock, massaged his ass cheeks, and blew at his hole. When I got close to his ass he whimpered a little and opened his hole to me.  All I wanted was a taste.  I just wanted my tongue on his sweet, clean hole. So I came up and with both hands spread his cheeks and ran a lick from his balls all the way up. And I got just the slightest taste of him.  Sweet and bitter and salty and then my face was in his ass and I was shoving my tongue up inside him.  He was moaning and his dick had gotten really hard.  He reached to touch himself and I smacked his hand away.  

“Spread them for me.  Open up that ass,” I said as I watched him pull his ass cheeks apart. I dove in again and started to ream him open.  I pulled back and again I said “open up for me.  Let me inside,” and I pushed once again as he let my tongue all the way inside.  Then I could taste him and I let my tongue play all around inside his ass and I pulled him into my face.  I couldn’t get enough of him and I couldn’t get close enough and I wanted to fuck him.  

But I also wanted him to beg so I pulled back.  I could see his cock was raging hard then and he wiggled his ass in my direction. He wanted more.  I grabbed the lube again and this time my fingers slid inside him easily as I lubed his wet hole all around.  I grabbed the butt plug and lubed it up and slowly began to play it in and out of his ass.  

“Now open up real wide here.  I want to get this all the way in,” I said as I slid the tip of the plug into his ass.  It went in smoothly until the widest end. I gave the plug one good push and it popped in. He screamed a little, bit the sheet and again started to wiggle his ass. I massaged his ass again then slowly guided him, without words onto his back.  I attached a fuck bar to his ankles and I clipped his hands to the bar.  Now he was on his back, his ass was up and plugged and I stared down at him. He was completely in my control and I couldn’t get enough of this.  I wanted to taunt and tease him all night!

I walked back to the table and got two clothes pins.  I walked back up to him and rubbed one of them on his nipple.  He immediately spread his toes, moaned, “ohhh,” out loud and I saw his ass pulse.  I took his nipple in my teeth and slowly began to work it hard.  I sucked and chewed on his nipple until I thought he would come, then I quickly stood and clamped a clothespin to his erect, wet nipple.  He convulsed a little and his dick throbbed. I went to his other side and repeated my treatment on his other nipple until I clamped a second pin and he convulsed just a little.

I climbed up on the table and slowly took my hard dripping dick and rubbed it on his blindfolded face.  His tongue flicked out as he tried to get my dick into his mouth. I saw his own dick was raging hard and I knew just one touch would make him blow, but he would have to wait.

I slowly positioned myself to get my dick into his mouth and I started moving my hips in and out and started to fuck his face. I start to pump faster as the heat from my balls started to rise and I knew I was getting close.  As my breath shortened he knew I was about to cum and he started to moan as his own dick pulsed in anticipation.  Just before I came I pulled out and stroked myself while I grabbed his neck and shot all over his face and into his open, gaping mouth.  I came harder than I had come in years and I emptied my nuts down his throat.  He moaned and squirmed and pointed his toes as he shot on himself.

I slowly climbed off the table and stared down at him covered in cum and still bound up with his ass in the air and his butt plug pulsing from his orgasm.  We both breathed heavily. I walked over to his side and gently but firmly slid the butt plug out of his ass.  His whole body convulsed as the large bulbous end of the butt plug popped out. I disconnected his wrists, then his ankles then his blindfold.  

He leaned into me and rested his head on mine and whispered, “thank you sir.”

I led him to the shower where I washed him clean again, dried him and put him to sleep.

I awoke early the next morning and watched him sleep for about an hour until eyes fluttered and he looked at me.

“How long have I been sleeping?” he asked.  

“All night,” I said.  

“Do we have time for some more playtime sir? I seem to be lacking,” he asked with his eyes downcast. “I want you to fuck me,” he pleaded.  I decided he wasn’t begging yet, but pleading was closer.

“We have about an hour.  Maybe I can get you to beg in an hour,” I smiled at him as I reached for the blindfold

“Wait for it, lad,” Graham Morris whispered to Benji, as they both watched the hulking young man being pulled in multiple directions by five Cavalier King Charles spaniels in Graham’s direction across a patch of grassland above the Tauranga beach. It was Saturday morning and the bit of parkland adjacent to the New Zealand coastal town’s beach was designated as a dog exercise area on Saturday mornings.

Sitting in the shade of an open-sided café between beach and park, Graham knew about the Saturday hours. He also knew that the strapping young man, David Kauea, had a big bunch of spaniels. Graham couldn’t have told you they were Cavalier King Charles spaniels, though, or that four of the ones that Kauea had had been New Zealand national champions. But he knew, from research, that Kauea brought them here on Saturdays. Graham was proud of the research he had done since the first time he’d seen the hunky New Zealander.

Beyond that, he knew what Kauea’s sexual preferences were, that they complemented his, and that he wanted to try the young man out. Graham was an American, displaced to New Zealand by a frowning family in Baltimore because it was as far away in the world as they could send him. He was content to leave the States and stay in New Zealand because of the checks they regularly sent. He thought the joke was on them, though, because New Zealand’s north island was a whole hell of a lot better place to be than Baltimore, Maryland, was in his estimation. And New Zealand men were a lot hunkier.

His eyes slitted as he saw the young man struggle across the parkland in his direction. The five spaniels that were dragging him along-surprisingly good at dragging as small as they were individually and as large as Kauea was-each had a different idea where they wanted to go. The young man’s body was magnificent, nearly bursting out of his shorts and T-shirt with bulges of finely formed muscle. Graham wondered how much native Maori was in him. It seemed to be enough to give him bulk and a slightly mean look that belied a gentle temperament until he was lost in want, without making him prone to the big belly that seemed to characterize the more genetically pure Maori.

Benji was a spaniel too. But he was an English spaniel rather than a Cavalier King Charles spaniel. Graham could tell there was a difference, but he didn’t really care. He didn’t even care whether or not Benji was as pure bred as Kauea’s dogs were. A dog was a dog and a spaniel was a spaniel to him, and he was counting on one spaniel being highly interested in meeting another one.

“Now, Benji,” Graham said as he leaned down from the seat he was occupying at the fringe of the café and unleashed Benji.

As designed, the English Spaniel was off in a flash. And mere seconds later, Kauea’s spaniels no longer were in a disagreement where they wanted to go. As soon as they saw Benji bounding toward them, they all pulled together in that direction. This nearly knocked David Kauea off his feet, despite having feet the size of boats, and he was dragged along toward the café.

Graham made a half-hearted attempt to rise and follow Benji, and he cried out in fake distress, as Benji disappeared in a pile of wriggling dog flesh.

It took David and Graham several minutes to get the dogs separated, during which David was profusely apologizing and expressing the hope that Benji wasn’t damaged. Of course he wasn’t. The dogs just wanted to do a meet and greet. But Graham did his best rendition of being frightened and concerned for his poor puppy.

“It’s not your fault, of course,” he said, doing what he could to make his voice sound shaky and unconvinced. He knelt beside Benji and felt the spaniel all over for damage that he’d have no idea what to do about even if he did find any. Benji panted and licked Graham’s face, happy for the attention. Graham had a passing thought that he’d like the young Maori hunk to be doing that. “This leash has been giving me the slip. I’ll need to get a new one.”

“Here, let me check him over.” David knelt down beside Graham and laid his hands on Benji. The spaniel liked his touch even better and turned his tongue on the young man. Graham made sure that his hand brushed on David’s a couple of times while they both checked Benji over, and he liked the smile that David gave him in return.

“There doesn’t seem to be any damage-to your dog at least. You seem a little shaky, though. Can I help you back to your table?”

You certainly can, you big hunk, Graham thought, but he actually answered with a weak, “That would be very kind.”

Truth be known, Graham didn’t give a shit about Benji. Benji wasn’t Graham’s dog. He belonged to some bird named Jill, who lived near a bar Graham frequented and who managed to be coming out of her condo building whenever Graham was parking his red sports convertible across the street from her building-and who was too dumb to realize that the club Graham frequented was a gay bar. She obviously liked the look of Graham, though-and Graham was, indeed, very easy on the eyes for his age. She was the first one Graham had thought of when he heard that David Kauea raised spaniels. Graham thought of her because it was a spaniel she was always pretending to walk when Graham was parking on her street.

It was a piece of cake for Graham to get the young David to help him back to his chair in the café-and then to sit with him and to share a cup of coffee. In fact, hooking up with David proved to be very easy indeed. Graham almost regretted that he’d done so much scheming to set up the meeting.

The man was randy, open, and forward, obviously very casual about his sexuality.

In addition to coffee, they also shared a discussion of what brought them to the seaside town of Tauranga on New Zealand’s Bay of Plenty, to the south of the main city of the north island, Auckland. David Kauea was born and raised nearby, a good many of his ancestors having been Maori warriors, as indigenous to the island as anyone had ever been. He was an accountant and raised and showed Cavalier King Charles spaniels. He had eight of them. He’d only brought five of them out today. He was gay, a top, liked to fuck casually, and he thought that Graham looked just fine.

Graham, in contrast, was about as foreign to New Zealand as he could be. Banished by his stodgy old-line-Maryland family in the United States for being devil may care about his sexual proclivities, he had washed up on the shores of New Zealand with a pile of cash and a taste in wine. Bored in New Zealand doing little but seducing muscle-bound tops in gyms, he had combined his cash with wine and now owned a winery, Morris Estates, along the coast to the north of Tauranga. His taste in good wine, better wine than he produced, almost-almost-competed with his taste in hunky men to cover and ride him. Neither man seemed to be holding anything back in their discussion.

Tauranga was in the well-established Gisborne wine region, notable for its Chardonnay, Chenin Blanc, Gewürztrammer, and Riesling wines, all of which Graham enjoyed drinking more than he did creating, bottling, and selling. Luckily, he had bought his vineyard lock, stock, vines, bottling room, vintner, and tasting room inclusive and the vineyard operations more or less took care of and paid for themselves.

Just to get it out of the way, Graham voiced a concern: Whereas David was in his late twenties, Graham recently had hit forty. Graham enthusiastically responded that he liked plowing men in Graham’s age bracket.

Switching to beer from coffee, the discussions between the two deepened to even more intimate levels than their respective occupations and their mutual love for spaniels and to their deepest, darkest secrets and what they preferred to do in bed. Positions, bareback or condoms, favorite toys, frequency, and where to deposit cum. David proved to be even more devil may care about revealing his sexual proclivities than Graham was. Graham found the sensual openness of the young man both refreshing and highly arousing.

“You look familiar,” Graham said, sitting back in his chair and feigning a look of contemplation and scrutiny. “Haven’t I seen you somewhere before?”

“Perhaps at Pauli’s? I must admit I’ve seen you there.”

“Ah, yes,” Graham answered, knowing full well he’d seen the young man at that gay club. “Now I remember. I’ve seen you with Andrew, one of Pauli’s dancers, I believe.”

“Yes,” David admitted. “Andrew is a sweet fuck. And I believe I’ve seen you with the construction worker, George. He receives good ratings. I trust he does you well.”

“Right,” Graham responded.

“I’ll bet I could do you better, though,” David said, with a twinkle in his eye.

Graham nearly sputtered in his beer. Who was supposed to be seducing who, he wondered. Why the fuck did he think he’d need the dog subterfuge? It took no more than that for the two to square away not only on sexual preference but on sexual role. Andrew, the dancer, was a bottom and George, the construction worker, was a top.

David leaned down and patted Benji. “A fine spaniel you have. I raise and breed spaniels.”

“Which is why you have five of them, I suppose,” Graham said, using his most attractive smile, and he gave what he hoped was a loving look at the five slobbering spaniels sniffing around Benji with continued interest. Benji was sniffing a couple of them back. Graham assumed these were the bitches.

“I actually have eight.”

“Do tell. You must be a very good breeder.”

David lowered his face and gave a little smile. Graham chose to imagine that the gesture was meant to move his attention to the young man’s basket, where something was straining mightily at the material of his tight shorts.

“My family would have no dogs if they couldn’t have spaniels,” Graham said in a low voice. It wasn’t a lie. Graham’s family had had nothing but cats.

Of course, for David Kauea’s part, that Graham was a claimed lover of spaniels sealed the deal when push came to shove-although neither found anything in the looks of the other or in a quick and guarded grope that dissuaded either from being interested in the other.

The grope was preceded with Graham rather boldly bringing the conversation to a head by saying, “Yes, I believe you must be a superior breeder. Is it only dogs that you breed?”

And then when David raised his head and gave Graham “that look,” Graham continued with, “I admit openly that I would be very interested in your breeding technique.” He took David’s hand in his and placed it on his crotch. David didn’t withdraw the hand. “Would you mind terribly if I touched you too?” Graham asked.

“No,” David answered, turning a steely gaze on Graham. “Would you mind terribly if I fucked you? The truth is that George told me you were a really good lay and that you liked to take it hard and deep. I like to give it that way.”

Graham melted at how straightforward the New Zealander was.

Agreeing with Graham that Graham’s vineyard was probably too far beyond Tauranga to assuage the heat they’d worked themselves into, Kauea took Graham back to the rather large lot but decidedly small house for one man and eight dogs in a suburb of Tauranga overlooking the Bay of Plenty and, bedroom door closed to barking dogs, David fucked Graham to slobbering oblivion just as the American had carefully planned he would do.

As Graham would have guessed, David preferred fucking doggy style, with Graham bent over the bed, resting his weight on his elbows and forearms, while David held his hips in a strong grip with his hands and fucked him in long, hard, deep thrusts. Graham loved it. David seemed to like it enough to do it three times that day before a grinning Graham limped home after delivering a happy Benji back to a not completely happy Jill, confused on why an offer to walk her Benji had spun out to six hours and didn’t end with anything more than a “Thanks.” Benji was also looking quite pleased with himself, having left three of David’s bitches glassy eyed and whimpering.

Graham was around nine weeks later when two of the Cavalier King Charles Spaniel bitches produced pups that weren’t fully pure bred. David wasn’t wild about that idea, but since he’d happily kept Graham’s eyeballs swimming in cum and Graham had been paying most of his bills for those nine weeks, David went with the flow.

The touchiest moment came when David offered Graham one of the puppies. “To remember your poor, lost Benji with,” he had said. Graham had had to weave a story of Benji having suffered his demise under a bus a few days after they had initially met.

“I couldn’t possibly yet,” Graham answered. “It takes me a long time to get over the loss of a pet.”

“But the best way is to acquire another one,” David said.

“But I have all of your lovely dogs to compensate.” Graham nearly choked on that. He’d had David’s yapping dogs almost up to the level of the cum David had pumped in him. When the levels met, Graham thought that would be all he could take despite how divinely and forcefully the young Maori cocked him.

This led to another conversation, though. Graham really liked David and being fucked regularly by David, but Graham was getting antsy about being confined to New Zealand’s north island.

“I’ve been thinking of traveling some-in Southeast Asia and maybe even in Europe. I don’t want to go alone, though. I’d like you to go with me. I’ll pay for everything, of course.”

The mention of Southeast Asia caused David to pause. He’d often thought he’d like to travel there if he were free to do so. He had a fetish for small Southeast Asian men-thoroughly enjoying stuffing his big cock in the tight channels of small, brown men to listen to them puffing hard to accommodate him. But he wasn’t free. “I couldn’t possibly go anywhere for even an overnight. I’ve told you that’s why we have to meet here,” David answered. “I’ve got eight dogs to take care of.”

“You could leave them in a kennel.”

“There are no good kennels in the Tauranga area. And the cost of kenneling eight dogs would be astronomical.”

“I told you I’d pay for everything,” Graham said. “And I’d really like for you to travel with me.” What he really liked was having David’s cock inside him and he’d like to have that while he traveled too.

“Well, as I said, there are no kennels here I’d entrust my dogs to. It’s a real failing of this area.”

Graham came from a business family. He heard the “Ka-ching” of possibility immediately. “You could open a kennel yourself. Set it up to your liking. Hire someone to do all the shit work and to watch over it while you’re traveling.”

“It’s a thought, but-” David said, obviously giving it a thought.

“I’d partner with you. I’d supply the start-up capital.” Graham really liked having David’s cock inside him.

“Well, it’s a thought.”

“I know how you could get someone both cheap and reliable. A Thai or a Filipino would be just the ticket. Provide them with work permit employment here, and they’d work like a slave for you and be totally grateful.”

“Well . . .” David’s imagination went to holding a small Thai or Filipino man under him in a tight embrace while he worked his supersized cock inside a small hole and listened to the impassioned squealing. He hadn’t told Graham about this fetish, though.

“I have connections through the international winery association in both countries. I’ll be happy to make enquires for you,” Graham persisted.

“Well, it’s a thought.”

“While you’re thinking about it, could you fuck me again?”

“Of course.”

* * * *

Mr. Crozier called me from the main house and told me he wanted me to come there and see him. I knew what that meant. I was only half way through feeding the dogs and mucking out their cages, so he told me to come when I was done. I could tell he wasn’t pleased I couldn’t come right away. Neither was I. I was trembling in anticipation. The dogs-six German Shepherds-were restless, though, and when they were like this, I had to be very careful.

They were usually good with me. I handled the guard dogs well, the dogs that guarded the tapioca warehouses at the company plantation near Khon Kaen, upcountry from Bangkok. But sometimes the dogs could sense when I was keyed up, in a hurry to be finished with them. They rarely got human affection and craved it-so they didn’t like when I didn’t spend as much time with them as usual.

It was nearly dark when I approached the main house. Mr. Crozier lived here alone. He managed the plantation and the warehouses for the company, the only Farang–foreigner–here. The other workers were scattered around in huts across the plantation. Only the housekeeper and the cook were allowed in the main house-and me.

Mr. Crozier was like a god in our enclosed little world here. Whatever he told one of the workers to do, they did. The wages were very good for upcountry Thailand, and the local government supported this foreign enterprise in whatever it wanted to do. But like anywhere else in Thailand, there were those who owned and those who were owned. I was one who was owned. Mr. Crozier had told me what my duties were in addition to taking care of the kennels for the guard dogs-and I did what he wanted without question. It was strange and painful at first, but now I wanted it as much as he did.

I moved silently up the ladder to the house. The house was much the same as any Thai house upcountry. Just larger. They were all lifted up on stilts, both because the area flooded and to keep most of the jungle wildlife out of the house. The housekeeper, Lek, lived under the house. She, of course, knew that I visited Mr. Crozier. But neither of us ever mentioned it. I knew what Mr. Crozier sometimes did with Lek too. But neither of us ever mentioned that either.

Mr. Crozier could do whatever he pleased. Over time, it came to please me too.

He was sitting on the side of his bed in the dimming light when I entered his bedroom. He was wearing just a sarong around his waist. His heavily muscled torso always made my breath catch and come in small ragged gasps. He had a dragon tattoo on one side of his chest, the tail of which went up to his shoulder and wound down around his arm. I liked tracing the tail of the dragon when I was lying under him. He was drinking bourbon straight from the bottle, and when he saw me at the door to his bedroom, he leaned over and put the bottle on his nightstand, turned back to me, wiped the back of his hand across his mouth, and motioned to me.

“Come in, Chumphon. Come here. You have made me wait.”

He had a gruff tone, but I knew he wouldn’t beat me as a Thai master displeased with me would do. He would do something else altogether. He was motioning me with his hand to come to him, and I moved across the teak boards on my small bare feet. I too was wearing just a sarong around my waist. But his was raw silk and mine was cheap cotton.

“Sorry, Mr. Crozier,” I answered, meekly and with some trepidation. “The dogs were restless and difficult this evening.”

“No matter, lad,” he said. “You’re here now. Waiting just made me harder.”

He pulled me into him, between his spread thighs, and embraced me. His mouth was on my belly, kissing it, and the palms of his hands went to my buttocks. He was massaging them as his lips moved around on my belly. I felt the cotton of my sarong drift to the teak flooring as the bare flesh of his hands cupped my buttocks. Kneading them and spreading them. I moaned deeply as the index fingers of both hands found the rim of my anus. He laughed at my little gasp when they entered me.

Then his hands were lifted to my sides and he was pressing me down on my knees between his legs. I unknotted his silk sarong and let it fall to either side. He was hard. Our manager, Mr. Crozier, was aroused-for me. That always made me feel special-and privileged to be able to serve him in this way.

I took his member into my mouth and pleasured him until I felt him raise me with hands on my waist and turn me. As always, I panted, my mouth gaping open and my body shuddering, as he pulled me down into his lap and on his shaft. When he was buried deep inside me, he embraced me closely with his arms, one of his hands encasing and slowly stroking me, and kissed all over my back as he rocked me back and forth. This had brought me great pain at first, but he had taken me this way so often now that my passageway had stretched to fit him. He was big and I was small, but now we were a good fit.

In time, he began to raise and lower me on the shaft with his strong, calloused hand. Faster and faster, pulling me onto him hard, and deeper. He was panting hard and mumbling words I hardly was able to hear through my grunts and groans as he stretched and chafed the shimmering walls of my passageway with his hard, throbbing staff.

I gave him my seed before he released his. And then he continued holding me there as both of us went soft. I knew this was not the last of what he would want from me.

It was during this interlude in which he always told me how much he liked little brown bodies-mine especially. And this time was no exception. But this time he said more and what he said brought me to tears.

“. . . and so you must leave the plantation, Chumphon.”

“I don’t understand, Mr. Crozier. I don’t understand why.”

“My wife is coming out to join me. I’ve told you this-that there must be changes.”

“But only in where we meet, surely,” I answered, trying to keep the sob out of my voice. “I am sorry if I have displeased you. I will-“

“You haven’t displeased me, Chumphon. But you cannot be here when my wife arrives. The others will talk. Surely she will learn of you. You understand that, don’t you?”

“If you say I must go, then I must go,” I answered. But it was with great sadness. I had no idea how I would find a job as good as this one. I already was missing the dogs. And my mother’s kitchen had burned down. She expected me to pay for a new one to be built.

“You needn’t worry, though, Chumphon. I have arranged a new job for you. In New Zealand. You know where that is, don’t you? I’m sure you’ve always wanted to travel abroad.”

I didn’t know where it was. It didn’t sound like it was any of the nearby villages. Perhaps somewhere nearer to Bangkok, I thought. But I didn’t tell Mr. Crozier I had never dreamed of going anywhere but Khon Kaen, and I dared not show any disappointment. It was more than I had a right to expect that he had arranged another job for me. But what kind of job? All I knew of was taking care of dogs.

And, as if he had read my mind, he answered that. “You will still be working with dogs. You will be helping to run a kennel of dogs. You will just be doing it in a whole new world.”

I couldn’t even fathom at the time what he meant about a whole new world. But he certainly was right about that.

And I no longer was giving this much thought. I felt him coming alive inside me again, and he turned me and pushed me up onto his bed on my back and was kneeling between my thighs. I arched my back and reached my arms out to grab fistfuls of his rough-texture bedspread and to sigh and moan as he began to rhythmically thrust himself inside me once more. One of my hands went to his chest and traced the dragon’s tail down his arm-for the last time.

One last time, as he already had a plane ticket for me to leave the next day.

* * * *

Chumphon had been at the Kauea Kennels for nearly three weeks before he observed something that made his heart race. His new job was great even though this island wasn’t anything like the Thailand upcountry he came from. He had little trouble with the language, as Mr. Crozier had made him improve the English he’d taken in school. Mr. Crozier certainly wasn’t going to bother to learn Thai. But otherwise Chumphon felt completely out of place. The terrain was so different-not that he’d traveled enough to feel this was an island. He’d been to the beaches of Phataya, and the beach at Tauranga was much the same even if the buildings and foliage were different.

But the people were very much different. All of them Farangs, like Mr. Crozier, if friendlier and less demanding than Mr. Crozier. But Chumphon guessed he was the Farang  here, not them.

Mr. Kauea was overwhelming, although he certainly was friendly. He was even bigger than Mr. Crozier was and not quite the Farang  that Mr. Crozier was-or that his older friend, Mr. Morris was. But he was different in a disturbing way. Not exactly disturbing. More the same feelings that came over Chumphon when Mr. Crozier called Chumphon to his house. Mr. Kauea didn’t talk to Chumphon the same way he talked to other people when they were around. And there was something in that like how Mr. Crozier had talked differently to Chumphon than he did to other workers on the tapioca plantation. And Mr. Kauea touched Chumphon when he was talking to him-just like Mr. Crozier had.

Mr. Kauea was a little darker than the other Farangs  here. And of larger stature. Something that seemed closer to New Zealand’s own sense of wildness and primitive instincts. Something more of the island’s history than people like Mr. Morris was, who spoke almost an entirely different language than Mr. Kauea did, even though they were both speaking a form of English and seemed readily able to understand each other-well, most of the time, and certainly better than Chumphon, with his rudimentary English, could understand either one of them.

When Chumphon could take his mind-and, often, his fantasies-away from Mr. Kauea, they turned to what occupied most of his days and evenings-the dogs. In these terms, Chumphon could only say he was delighted in the change in his life. He had loved his German Shepherds, but they had been trained to be guard dogs and thus were something to carefully fear and respect as well as to love. The spaniels Mr. Kauea owned, on the other hand, were bundles of happiness and slobbering love. There were other dogs at the kennel from time to time, owned by other people in the region who were leaving them while they traveled, but it was Mr. Kauea’s spaniels alone that made Chumphon’s new life a delight.

The only downside to this life was that Chumphon missed the attention that Mr. Crozier had given him-more than he ever imagined he would. Mr. Crozier hadn’t courted him in any way. He had just told Chumphon what he wanted when Chumphon came to work on the tapioca plantation. Few Thai living upcountry had a choice in where or whether they would work. It was a privilege just to have work. Mr. Crozier had just taken from Chumphon what he wanted. Chumphon had wondered about this, but Lek had told him that Mr. Crozier had done the same with her-that all Farangs in the upcountry just took what they wanted from Thai people, and that this was the way of the upcountry. Chumphon had not even thought of objecting or resisting. And now Chumphon was surprised at how much he’d come to want it.

Which brought his mind back to the hulking Mr. Kauea he now worked for.

Chumphon had little expectation that he could receive the same attention from Mr. Kauea that he had from Mr. Crozier until that day he went to the house at the kennel to report that one of the spaniels seemed to be limping. As he passed the side of the house, he heard noises from inside and spied them through the open window. The older man, Mr. Morris, was leaning over a bed on his elbows and Mr. Kauea was fucking Mr. Morris from behind-like a dog, like the muscular, overpowering German Shepherds Chumphon had seen breeding at the kennel in Thailand. Both men were naked.

Both were large-boned as Mr. Crozier had been and were not as sun-kissed dark skinned on their upper thighs and groins as they were elsewhere. Chumphon had found this strange and intriguing-and, yes, a bit arousing. Thai people were dark all over. They didn’t have their manhood and their buttocks emphasized by whiter skin around it.

The young Thai stood, mesmerized, by the size and power of the New Zealander and by the sounds of pained passion coming from the older man, as he bent over the bed, legs spread, fists digging into the bedding, and tongue hanging out on a face with eyes glazed over in ecstasy.

Mr. Kauea was the largest-built man down there Chumphon had ever seen, and it seemed impossible that Mr. Morris could take it all as it repeatedly withdrew and then thrust back inside, sending Mr. Morris’ body to shuddering and jerking. But take it Mr. Morris did. And from the older man’s reactions while he was taking it, Chumphon decided that he wanted it too. The thought of his own slight body taking it frightened Chumphon. He remembered how long it had taken him to sheath Mr. Crozier’s staff without constant pain fighting with the pleasure, and Mr. Kauea was much larger than Mr. Crozier. But still Chumphon wanted it. And he had adjusted to the size of Mr. Crozier. In time he could adjust to the size of Mr. Kauea too, he was confident.

That evening, he came to Mr. Kauea as he had come to Mr. Crozier, silently, on bare feet, and only with a cotton sarong wrapped around his waist.

Mr. Kauea was sitting on the side of his bed, dressed only in sleeping shorts. His body was magnificent, muscular, bronze-skinned, and with primitive native tattooing that made Chumphon’s heart race with the image of coming to him to perform some primordial rite.

The massive New Zealander looked up to see Chumphon standing in the doorway in the dim light. If he was surprised, he showed no evidence of it. Indeed, he reacted as if their coupling was inevitable. Later, when they spoke of what they had done, how Mr. Kauea had used Chumphon’s body repeatedly, Mr. Kauea had said that if Chumphon had not come to him, he would have come for Chumphon. He had asked Chumphon if that would have made the young Thai angry or unwilling, Chumphon had not been able to understand what he was asking. Mr. Kauea was his employer; Chumphon would give him anything he wanted.

As he had stood in the door, neither man spoke, but heavy breathing could be heard from both sides of the room. Chumphon worried the knot of the sarong at his waist and it fell to the floor in folds. His erection told David all he would need to know of Chumphon’s want and intention. His berry-brown body was perfectly formed, paling in size, though, to that of the New Zealander. David’s breath came even heavier as he thought of the massiveness of his cock working the passageway of such a small, perfectly formed man. It was his fetish. A man couldn’t do anything about the fetishes he had.

The New Zealander lifted his hips off the surface of the bed enough to slide his sleeping shorts off.

It was Chumphon’s turn to gasp and take great gulps of air-Chumphon’s turn for his channel to twitch at the expectation of that big, erect club possessing him fully. If anything, it was more massive than Chumphon had believed it to be when it was poking Mr. Morris’ hole. He began to tremble and to moan softly.

David extended a hand and said the only words expressed in the room for the next hour. “Come to me, if you will. Don’t, if you are afraid. It is your choice. It may not be possible, but I want to try. If it’s not possible, though, I’m not sure you can remain here. The temptation is too much.”

Chumphon was very much afraid. Mr. Crozier would not have given him a choice; he would have just made Chumphon take it. And from what Mr. Kauea was saying, it wasn’t really a choice here either. He would lose his job. But in this case, Chumphon himself wanted it too much for there to be but one choice. This new world Chumphon had moved into was so much more arousing than Thailand and the tapioca plantation had been.

The young Thai cried out in pain and ecstasy as he bent over the bed and Mr. Kauea covered him from behind and slowly worked his thick, long cock inside Chumphon’s slowly yielding channel. Mr. Crozier had opened him up, but there was so much more work to be done to accommodate Mr. Kauea.

There was a time when each believed Chumphon’s passage just could not accommodate the size of the cock, but both worked hard at it with grunts and groans, both wanting it. And then, miracle of miracles, Chumphon felt his passage relaxing and stretching, and the shaft was sliding up inside him. He cried out so loudly in the effort that howls went up from the kennels behind the house. Neither of the men cared. The music of the dogs lent atmosphere to the primordial rite of taking and receiving. Being primitively fucked like a dog, as, fully saddled, David started his plowing in earnest.

The fuck became wild, David thrusting hard, deep, rapidly, but daring not to pull more than half way out of the channel for fear it would close again. But the young Thai wanted the deep possession, a connection he had never experienced with Mr. Crozier. At the height of passion, Davie buried a fist in Chumphon’s thick, black hair and arched the young man’s back, pulling his head up to David’s bulging pecs, as he thrust, thrust, thrust.

Chumphon came with a great cry, and the rhythm of the fuck changed, became slower, slid deeper, withdrew further before gliding back in. Chumphon’s passage had been reamed to David’s specifications and he would never have the trouble saddling the young Thai again that he had initially. Three further takings that night would establish the fit forever.

David wrapped an arm around Chumphon’s waist and rose up, away from the bed. The exhausted, but moaning and sighing body of Chumphon hung limply, bent over, buttocks nestled into David’s groin, feet off the floor and arms and legs dangling in front of him, as the strong, virile New Zealander continued to fuck him in long slides until, with a weak yip sound Chumphon came again, his cum dribbling down his thighs.

Only then, with a great Maori warrior cry, did Kauea release his seed in three prodigious bursts, the cry setting the dogs in the kennel to howling once more.

Chumphon slept in David’s bed that night and every night afterward, fully content in this new life of his, growing accustomed to the gentle touch of the young Maori’s fingers in the night that coaxed Chumphon to rise on all fours to be fucked again like a dog. Chumphon never once thought of denying the other man’s pleasure-his pleasure as well.

* * * *

“Well, hello, who is that?” Graham asked as he unfolded himself from his special production Zetini Haast Barchetta sports car as David stepped down from the front porch of his house. Down the hill, by the corner of the kennels, a young man was loading two sleek Airedales into a Land Rover.

“I wondered when you’d discover Clark,” David said, as he walked over to the red sports car. “I’m surprised you haven’t run across him at Pauli’s. I think you’d find him . . . invigorating. He’s every bit as good as George is.”

Graham turned and gave David a sharp look. “That’s what I find so unique about you,” he said. “There isn’t a jealous bone in your body.” It also, he didn’t want to reveal, was one of the aspects to David Kauea he found to be maddening. He wanted a man to care enough for him to be jealous. “You wouldn’t care if I walked down there and he fucked me on the hood of his Land Rover, would you?”

“Not if it was what the two of you wanted to do. I don’t waste time on sexual games and petty jealousies,” David said. “I take the gifts that life brings me gladly and don’t resent others doing likewise. You don’t think you are the only man I’m fucking, do you?”

He was looking downhill and Graham followed his line of sight. The young Thai kennel helper Graham had tracked down for David had four of the short-term dogs on leashes and was taking them for a walk. The older American felt a surge of jealously. But he was careful not to say the first response that came to his mind-or any response, for that matter. He didn’t want what he was getting from David to stop. But he did let the matter seethe in his mind.

So that’s how it is, he thought. I was afraid of that. David is fucking the cute little Thai piece I bought for him. I should have known better. I don’t remember there being any female kennel workers available, though.

“Would you like me to arrange a hook-up with Clark?” David continued in a calm voice as if he had no idea what Graham was thinking-or that he didn’t care. “I think he would enjoy you as much as you would enjoy him. In fact, I can hardly wait to enjoy you again myself.”

“No thank you. I’m a one man at a time type man,” Graham answered, not being able to resist any longer. He had answered this way on purpose-as both a challenge and an admonition, but if David caught the challenge, he didn’t reveal it, or rise to it. David was such a simple, open sort of guy. He made Graham feel like a schemer and just a bit dirty, which is not a feeling Graham wanted to indulge in. If the young man wasn’t such a sexy lug and didn’t have such a big cock and know exactly what to do with it, Graham would be off and running in finding someone else. He seriously thought he was getting too old to be competing with the likes of the little Thai trick being pulled along by those dogs down in the meadow.

He did, though, like the sound of David saying he couldn’t wait to enjoy him again-and that was another thing Graham observed about David: that it appeared that he wouldn’t hold back with Graham in sex just because he was spiking someone else too. From that perspective, Graham was forced to accept that David’s willingness for him to pursue the Clark man with the Airedales was an open, honest response.

It proved true that David both didn’t want to wait for what Graham had driven into Tauranga in his fancy locally produced sports car to get and that he wouldn’t stint in fucking Graham even if he also was doing the kennel helper. They only made it as far as the dining room, before David had Graham bent over the table and was fucking him in the doggy style that they both enjoyed so much.

Afterward, while they were sitting on the porch, drinking beer; discussing a bit of business, since they were co-owners of the kennel; and watching Chumphon pad around the kennel down the hill, Graham broached the subject he’d been building up to for weeks now.

“How is the Thai helper, Chumphon, working out?”

“He’s doing well in the kennel.”

And even better in the house lying under you, Graham thought. But he didn’t go there even if he couldn’t get it out of his mind. “Well enough to be left with the kennel for a couple of weeks?”

“Well, I don’t know . . .”

“You know I tracked him down and arranged to bring him over so that you’d be free to travel. I have brochures on Paris and London in the car. I’m getting antsy on this small island. And I don’t want to travel or to sleep alone.”

“The island’s not that small,” David answered. “And I don’t really think I can get away now-not for some time.”

I understand perfectly, Graham thought, slightly bitterly, since this was his doing-not that he had meant it to turn out this way. David didn’t want to leave because he didn’t want to be away from Chumphon for any length of time. Chumphon had just proved to be too tasty a morsel for David to resist. At some point in their relationship, David had revealed to Graham his weakness for small Southeast Asian men. The revelation had come too late to prevent Chumphon’s arrival, unfortunately. And then, of course, he had to be such a beautifully formed little man.

What was it David had said? That he just went with the flow of life and took what came his way as a gift? Graham was getting old. Maybe he was manipulating life too much. But then, maybe not.

“Where did you say that Clark guy exercised his Airedales? They look too athletic to be house or lap dogs.”

“I didn’t say,” David said in a somewhat distracted voice. He still had his attention locked on Chumphon giving attention to the dogs in their cages.

“But do you know?”

“Yes, I believe he likes to walk them in the Papamoa Dune Wilderness Area on Saturdays.”

The following Saturday morning, Graham was sitting on a bench in said wilderness area, as he and the Airedale puppy Graham had taken on a trial basis from a pet supplier watched Clark Stringer, the owner of a men’s gym and quite obviously one of the gym’s best customers, walking toward them on a pathway with his two Airedales on a leash.

Graham leaned down and whispered, “Oh look, girl, there are two very fit male Airedales bearing down on us with their tongues hanging out. Just let me slip your leash here and go do what comes naturally.”

As he unsnapped the leash, he had a nanosecond of second thought, but he had taken David’s view of life to heart. There was no reason he had to give up the Maori hunk completely, but there also was no reason there wasn’t room in his sex life for a bodybuilder hunk named Clark either.

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PANHANDLE

By Simon Traum

Have you ever noticed how, sometimes, when you encounter something new or unfamiliar, it doesn’t always hit you right off? You just keep tuning it out, refusing to see it. Sometimes you have to see something over and over again until you finally recognize that it’s there. Previously to that, you could walk right past it, completely disregarding it. Like it doesn’t exist.

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Luis and Jacob work for a moving company. Jacob, a hulking 23-year-old, is bigger than Luis, who is five years older and pretty well-put-together himself. Luis has worked for the company longer. Over the previous few months, they’ve worked out a private arrangement between them, through a variety of circumstances, to help each other out if one of them gets hard up. That is to say, horny. Being attractive males in good shape who happen to be drawn to the same, they ironically came to this decision at a client’s insistence, but that hasn’t stopped them from taking advantage of the precedent set.

They’re taking the moving truck back to drop off. It’s around 5:45 in the evening, they’re done for the day. Luis has pulled off the freeway, they’re waiting at the light on the off-ramp.

“Hey,” Luis nudges Jacob. “Check that out.” He points out the windshield with his dark-stubbled chin. “When did the homeless get so cute, huh?”

Jacob follows his gaze out the windshield. Luis is pointing at one of those guys standing on the traffic island next to them, holding a homemade cardboard sign. There’s always one at this off-ramp. He hasn’t seen this one before. The guy’s young, but obviously in good shape. Here’s the kicker – he’s disarmingly good-looking. Yeah, he looks pretty rough around the edges, but at the same time there’s something pristine about him. The light turns green and traffic starts moving at the same instant the guy spots both of them staring. His dark bedroom eyes stare right back at them, and he cranes his head around as they drive past…

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A few days later, Jacob notices another one in his own car. Different area, at a regular intersection just outside of downtown. Jacob stops, looks disinterestedly over at the traffic island and — Ice-blue eyes cut right through him. Over a dazzling smile. What homeless guy has teeth like that? This one he gives a couple bucks to.

“Thanks,” the guy beams at him, radiating sexual energy. He’s tall, ginger, bearded, gorgeous. Jacob fights down the urge to pull him in through the window.

“Yeah, well, sorry I can’t do more…” Light’s green. Jacob drives off, blushing feverishly. Jesus, he was ready to rape that guy! Luis was right. The homeless are getting cuter! Are things getting that bad?

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After that, he gets curious. To be frank, he’d gotten in the habit of tuning street people out, they’re kind of depressing. So it’s a strange new experience to find himself focusing on them now whenever he’s in traffic. There’s at least four or five of them. It’s always the ones holding the signs on the traffic islands. He’s begun to keep track of which areas his favorites frequent. He’s carrying more cash on him these days. You never know when you’ll run into one of them.

He asked Luis about it the other day while they were working. “Hey, you remember that cute homeless guy we saw…?”

Luis grins real big. “I’m still seein’ him. I make a point of hitting that intersection and getting in that lane, man. I think I might be in love.”

“But have you seen any more? I’ve been running into them all over lately.”

Luis stops to think. “Y’know, maybe I noticed. I’ve been a little obsessed, you know?” His expression becomes dreamy. “His name’s Aiden. I think I might hire him to work on my roof…”

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Jacob’s begun reading the signs all the cute guys are holding. He has to do something with his eyes. All the hot ones stare right in the car at him with what feels like laser-vision. His favorite, the ginger, has even taken to lightly brushing Jacob’s muscular arm when Jacob hands him cash. The erection is instantaneous. Is it possible this guy doesn’t know what he’s doing? We’re in public! Jacob’s discomfort is palpable.

The signs don’t say anything he hasn’t seen before. “Homeless, hungry, please help. God bless.” Some are harder to read. Sometimes they have Bible verses on them.

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Jacob’s the first in line to the red light at the underpass when he spots the ginger guy standing back in the gloom. It’s raining, just pissing down. Must suck being out in it.

He rolls his window down. The ginger knows him, trots over to the vehicle, smiling. “Hey, how you doing?”

“You want to get out of this rain?” Jacob asks him.

“Hell, yeah!” Ginger responds. He jogs around to the passenger door, climbs in and grins over at Jacob. “Especially with you!”

The ginger reaches over to cup Jacob’s bulging crotch, giving it a light squeeze. “This one’s on me,” he says huskily, and starts undoing Jacob’s fly, pulling his inflating prong out, rubbing it through his beard.

Head spinning, Jacob drives as carefully as he can through city traffic in the rain as the ginger lovingly sucks his growing knob. The guy’s really good at it. Eventually, Jacob is forced to park because he can’t concentrate on driving any more. He turns the car off and sits back, enjoying the mounting sensations as the gorgeous redhead polishes his tool. His hands explore the guy’s body. He’s pretty built. Jacob thought he’d smell bad, but he doesn’t.

Jacob pulls the guy’s shirt off. “Whoa.” He pushes the ginger back to get a better look: Fucking amazing. This guy’s beautiful! There’s nothing wrong with him.

The rain’s still coming down pretty hard, visibility’s low. Jacob looks around, figures What the fuck, and pins the ginger against the seat, kissing his neck, his chest, the thick trail of hair that runs over his stomach. The guy groans “Oh hell yeah…” and claws Jacob’s shirt off of him.

The windows fog quickly.

Within two minutes, Jacob’s reclined back in his seat with the fully naked ginger straddling his hips, making out. The ginger reaches back occasionally to tease and pet Jacob’s rigid horsecock, which is bumping steadily at his back door. He strokes Jacob’s hard length. Jacob’s sucking his nipple.

“I think I might need this inside me,” the ginger guy says. Then he pushes Jacob’s cockhead through his outer ring.

“Oh, Jesus…” gasps Jacob. The guy’s already lubed, ready to go. We’re doing this right here?

The guy sinks down on Jacob’s massive cock, taking the whole thing. Jacob stares in disbelief. Nobody just takes it like that. There’s always some adjustment. The ginger guy’s ass just swallowed it in one bite. “Fuckin’ A,” Jacob breathes.

The guy starts riding the cock, staring intensely into Jacob’s eyes, making the whole car bounce in the pounding rain. Jacob lays a palm on the guy’s furry jaw. The rain’s really coming down now, pummeling the roof. The ginger lifts himself slowly up Jacob’s cock, squeezing as he goes. “Uuooahh, yeah,” he grunts, supporting himself on Jacob’s huge hairy shoulders as he moves his outer ring back and forth over the glans. Jacob’s whole body breaks an almost painful sweat. The windows are opaque with steam.

The guy sinks back down all the way on the tool, working himself around the base. He’s massaging Jacob’s large pecs now, as Jacob runs his fingers over the guy’s bouncing erection.

“Uuhh, fuck yeah, stud!” he whines. “Yeah, play with it while I chew on your big dick. Uuuhhh!”

“Fuck, you’re too hot!” pants Jacob desperately. “You’re making me come… Oh god…” His huge body goes rigid, shaking, as he blows his wad up the ginger guy’s warm back passage. He’s still grunting from his orgasm when the guy’s cock goes off in his hand, shooting all over his chest. The guy groans, grabbing Jacob’s head and kissing him deeply.

They stay that way for a few minutes. When the guy finally withdraws, he looks at Jacob wide-eyed and says, “Wow! That was fucking incredible. Can we do that again some time?”

Jacob, shell-shocked and soaked, just nods, keeping his hands on the guy’s body. It’s nice.

“Yeah, fuck, man, you can have me whenever you want,” the red-head enthuses. “It’s on the house for you!”

Jacob frowns. “What do you mean, on the house?”

“Well, I thought you knew. I’m an escort…”

Well, maybe not an escort, exactly; not that up-market, perhaps. What it is, explains Michael the ginger guy, is a sort of male prostitution ring, or rather, a venture-funded startup company utilizing a mobile application with a geo-locator for contact with an array of sex-workers disguised as sign-carrying panhandlers all over the city. Apparently, they’re doing brisk business during the weekday lunch rush downtown.

“We can be located via the app,” explains Michael. “Our 4-digit code number allows the client to request us. This one’s mine.” He shows Jacob his cardboard sign, pointing out the numerals “4378” scrawled at the bottom.

“Hmmm. I thought they were Bible verses. Well, that explains all the hot-ass panhandlers. So you’re not homeless?” Jacob asks.

“Hell no! But you’ve got to look the part. It’s good cover for a streetwalker, and some of the clients get really turned on by it. You know, the idea of making it with a homeless guy.”

“Tell me about it. You had me so worked up I thought I was gonna bust a blood vessel somewhere.”

“I think you did, but it was mine,” Michael smiles, kissing him. “I wasn’t kidding earlier. You can have me whenever you want, I’m not going to charge you. I’ll just put it down to Research and Development. Hit me up, any time.”

“Oh, I will. But, see, I’ve got this friend…”

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Luis and Jacob are out in the truck again. Jacob’s been waiting for something like this. They’ve grabbed lunch, but there’s been a scheduling fluke, so they have a couple hours to kill before they have to be back on the job.

“Hey,” Luis says, cupping a palm around Jacob’s crotch, “you feel like a quickie, man? I’m kinda horny.”

Jacob strokes his fingertips up Luis’s dark-furred forearm. His dick’s waking up under Luis’s warm hand. “You want to see if that hot guy’s still there by the freeway, the one you like?”

Luis rolls his eyes. “Aiden… God, that boy makes me melt! Lemme see what kind of change I got…”

“Don’t worry about it,” Jacob tells him, flipping through screens on his phone. “Got it covered. Turn left here,” he points past Luis at a freeway underpass.

Luis guides the truck behind another three vehicles stopped for a red light. Jacob’s flashing his phone’s screen out the windshield. There’s an answering flash from within the underpass, and a murky human shape comes forward, resolving itself into a well-built, attractive, bearded red-head. He walks over to the passenger window, smiles real big at Jacob. “Nice to see you again, stud.”

Jacob grins back at him. “We’re not catching you in the middle of anything, are we?”

“Hell, no! I’ve always got time for you, buddy. Can I get in?”

“There’s not a lot of space,” Jacob tells him, opening his door. “You’ll have to sit in my lap.”

“I was planning to anyway. Hi, I’m Michael,” he says, shaking a shocked Luis’s hand.

“Yeah, I forgot. This is my friend, Luis.” Jacob’s a little slow with the introductions right now.

Michael examines Luis again. “Oh, you’re the one who likes Aiden.”

Luis double-takes on Michael. “You what?!?”

Jacob smiles. “Got a surprise for you, man.”

Finally, they get the green light.

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The dark green eyes deep-set into Aiden’s handsome bulldog face stare, cutting right through the windshield at Luis. As soon as he spots him, Aiden’s strolling down the line of cars stopped on the off-ramp, halting when he comes abreast of the moving truck’s cab.

“Got room for one more?” He smiles at a salivating Luis.

Luis can’t believe his luck. He’s afraid to blink. “Get in, angel.”

His hands are shaking so badly, he’s worried about driving, although traffic’s backed up, and they’re gridlocked now. He opens his door, so Aiden can climb in and over him. Aiden takes his time doing.it, stopping as soon as he’s straddling Luis’s straining lap. With their crotches pressed together, he takes Luis’s face in both hands and kisses him. Luis whines into Aiden’s mouth, running his hands up under Aiden’s shirt, which he quickly removes, exposing a smooth sculpted torso. Aiden pulls his button fly open and his long half-hard dick falls out onto Luis’s stomach, hot and pulsing. Michael’s straddling Jacob the same way in the passenger seat. This is apparently part of the repertoire: These boys have a talent for sex in cars.

So it’s natural that no one’s paying any attention when the vehicles around them start moving again. It takes a chorus of angry car horns behind to separate Aiden and Luis.

Michael directs Luis to take the truck downtown, locating a deserted area around disused railroad tracks. He winks at Jacob. “No one comes here. We won’t be interrupted.”

Once Luis has parked again, Aiden’s climbing back into his lap, arms around his shoulders, green eyes staring right into him. “Fuck me, handsome?” His thick eyebrows move up his forehead.

Michael and Jacob are pulling each other’s shirts off in the other seat. Luis hears Michael mumble to Jacob, “I’m gonna need to get your cock up me pretty soon. I’ve been missing it ever since you pulled out.”

Aiden’s pulling Luis’s hard dick out of his shorts, jacking its length. His face lights up. “Hey, uncut, all right!” He climbs out of Luis’s lap so he can suck on it.

Luis lets him slurp down on it a few times before he loses patience at last, pushing Aiden out of the cab. “Shit, it’s too cramped in here.” He jumps out after Aiden, walking around to the back of the moving truck, jingling his keys. “It ain’t the Hilton…”

“…but they’d kick us out anyway, for what’s about to go on here.” Aiden grins back at him, then drops to his knees, sucking Luis’s cock while he opens the back of the truck. Jacob and Michael climb out and walk around the back, jumping inside when he rolls the gate up. Jacob arranges the blankets inside and lies back on them. Michael descends on Jacob’s erection, sucking greedily at its expanding length. Jacob can feel the guy’s saliva dripping off his balls. “Uh, yeah,” he grunts as he watches his big horn disappear into Michael’s bearded face.

Luis has lifted Aiden into the back of the truck, backed him against a wall and is busily raking his mouth over Aiden’s boner. “Ooohhhh, jeez, that’s nice,’ sighs the green-eyed boy, taking a handful of Luis’s hair and thrusting his hips forward.

“Ummmph,” says Luis around Aiden’s pumping tool

“Fuckin’ hot mouth,” Aiden pants. “Lick my balls, man.”

Michael’s had enough of waiting. He’s climbed on top of Jacob’s supine (not counting his erection) body, and is sitting back on the hard bone. He takes a deep breath and sits all the way down on it. Again. “Mmm!” he grunts. Then he places his hands on Jacob’s big furry pecs and begins to lift and fall, a controlled bounce with just enough friction to have Jacob panting like a dog within a minute. Jacob’s hands paw at Michael, riding the ecstasy and grabbing for more at the same time. He sits himself up on his elbows, and kisses Michael as the other man rides him. They’re both whining, lost in pleasure.

Across the way, Luis has Aiden’s pretty butt bent over with his face buried between the cheeks, licking his way in. Aiden’s face is gorgeously frustrated and horny. “Fuck, man,” he breathes, “you keep that up, you’re gonna make me crazy! Aawww, man, put your cock in there, please!”

Luis gets that evil smile that automatically makes him cuter. “You sure, man? You don’t want me to wait a little while? We might go off too soon…” he taunts.

Aiden makes a noise that’s hard to describe, somewhere between pain and injustice. His whole body actually quivers, then, scuttling like a sand crab, he backs himself up onto Luis’s rigid pole, making an even better noise while he does this. Luis looks down in shock at himself balls-deep in Aiden, whose thoroughly worked up body is like pale, sweaty marble as he pumps his tight hungry ass around Luis’s hog. “Fuck me, stud!” he squeals, as Luis comes to his senses and starts pumping his hips back at this horny little rapist. They’re fucking hard now, Luis can see tiny explosions of sweat bursting when their bodies collide. He looks sideways at Michael riding Jacob. The second he looks over, Michael groans monstrously and shoots a jet of his semen squarely into Jacob’s face.

Bullseye! Jacob closes his eyes, dropping his jaw, and, incredibly, Michael shoots the next one in his mouth! The rest ends up on his chest and stomach as Michael gasps and rocks on his hard dick.

Luis can’t take any more. Aiden’s crazy, horny energy (not to mention his grasping fuckchute) is pushing him over the edge. He can feel magma boiling up in his balls. “Oh shit, boy, I’m sorry, I’m gonna come!”

Aiden keeps working himself over Luis’s member. “Uh huh,” he pants, dripping. His own cock is so hard, it’s tight against his belly. There’s a look of intense concentration on his face, and he grunts and whines deliriously. When Luis starts shooting his load, Aiden freezes on the dick, head thrown back in abandon, collecting it inside. They both gasp and grunt a lot.

Luis lets his body collapse on top of Aiden, who whispers to him, “Reach underneath me, handsome. Help me out here.”

Luis’s hand finds Aiden’s erect prick wetting the little treasure trail over his stomach. He drags his fingers along its length, and Aiden whines, pushing his rump back on Luis’s cock. He keeps the motion up on the dick’s underside and suddenly Aiden’s squealing again and Luis’s fingers are coated with spunk. Aiden presses back on his body, shaking and gasping. It just seems natural to wrap the guy in his arms, nuzzling his smooth neck. He glances over at Jacob when he hears him bellowing. Yep, sure enough, Jacob’s shaking and blowing his wad inside Michael. Michael’s eyes are closed as Jacob pumps his seed into him, a look of profound fulfillment on his face.

Not for the first time, Luis is frankly amazed at the sort of situations that take shape around the big guy.

Michael leans forward over Jacob. “Thanks for the load, man,” he mutters. “I was starting to think I wouldn’t get it…”

Jacob grabs his head, kissing him, rolling him over on the blankets and fucking him a little more as they hold each other. Michael’s hands roam all over his muscled pelt.

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A little later, Michael and Jacob watch Aiden and Luis kiss. Cute.

Luis looks up, sees them staring. “I’m in love with a hooker, Jacob.”

Jacob grins. “At least he’s letting you fuck him for free.”

“There’s more to it than that,” Michael whispers in his ear.

“I’m listening.”

“We’ve got quotas to meet. We’re sort of required to service the community without charge for a set number of hours a week. Luckily we ran into you guys.”

“Service the community without charge?”

“See, our training for this job, which is extensive, also involved an Initiation. We’re required as part of the Panhandle Project to hone our skills and to perform our own Research and Development for at least five hours a week.”

“Wait. Are you saying you have to have sex with us for at least five hours every week?”

“Well, you and/or whoever else shows up. It can get pretty repulsive at times, but that’s part of the discipline. Personally, I’d rather be making it with you, given the choice.”

“A-fuckin’-men,” seconds Aiden as Luis licks his neck.

All of which means that Jacob and Luis have got a standing date scheduled for the immediate future with two of the extremely talented sex-yoga adepts recently loosed on the city by the Panhandle Project. Turns out the area they used for their tryst is on private property owned by the Project (“all part of the Experience”), so they’ve got a meeting place sorted out. There’s even an abandoned boxcar further down the tracks they can use if they want to feel especially sleazy. They’ll get around to it. At the moment, they’re still buzzing on being in on the best-kept (if not just the best) secret in town.

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Funny how you can be unaware of something that’s right under your nose the whole time. If you don’t know what to look for, you might never see it. But even then, there’s still the chance that you could back into it accidentally, and find out about it that way. So the Panhandle juts out into the space around it, waiting to see if contact is made. Waiting for someone to grab hold. Waiting to be recognized.

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I was reading a true story about what really happened to him involving piss action and thought I would share my real experience with you.

My introduction to piss was totally by surprise. The dude (a Mexican national) had me pinned down, sucking his big uncut dick when he stopped pumping, held my head tightly and started to fill my mouth with piss. It was swallow or drown. I did get it out of my mouth once, only to be hosed down from head to toe, so I took it back in my mouth and finished drinking it. If you had ever told me that I would have done that, I would have told you that you were crazy. After that, I was hooked.

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It was a summer Saturday night at the Dallas Eagle. It was also prior to the raid they had a few years ago and their now, no tolerance policy. I had made it to the balcony and was checking out the guys when this dude walked up to me, unzipped my jeans, stuck his dick in my jeans and started to piss.

He got them all wet, along with my dick and balls. He kept me wet all night long.

I had told him that I wanted to taste his piss but he always told me no.

However, this night was different and I could tell it. Instead of pissing in my jeans, he told me he had a surprise for me and for me to go with him into the woods next door. There were trails leading to small clearings where the guys would go for sex. When we got to the first one, there were already two guys there fooling around. He didn’t care, he just told me to get on my all fours and open my mouth. He pointed his big dick at my mouth and turned loose of a large strong stream of piss. He told me what a nasty pig I was and that he was going to mark me for the night with the smell of his piss from head to toe, which he proceeded to do. It was fine until he pissed in my eyes and then I had to close them. I heard the other guys move around and then there it was, a second stream of piss only to be followed by the third stream of hot piss. Soaked from head to toe was not even a good description!

When they finished, I was drenched! They had all pissed in my mouth at one time or another and it all tasted great! They put their dicks back in their pants and were ready to go back inside the Dallas Eagle. My first thought was that I had to go home, which was an hour and a half away, but they insisted I go back inside with them. I did take my soaked t-shirt to the truck and put it in the rubber floor mats. Then with my wet hair and smelling like a toilet, I went back inside. Later, he told me that that night would probably be the last time I would ever see him as he had taken a job and was moving to Boston. He said at the end of the night he wanted us to go back outside again before I left. I agreed and that night we did have fun.

It was about two thirty in the morning and things were wild enough inside the club with a sucking orgy going on upstairs on the balcony. He said it was time for us to go back to the woods because he had to go home soon.

This time, we went to a bigger clearing and there were 5 guys sucking and fucking there. He said that this spot would do and again asked me to get on my all fours and open my urinal. This time, he really did let me drink quite a bit of it before he began to spray me down. This time he openly invited anybody to join in that wanted to and I think all 5 of them took him up on his offer as I could feel stream after stream of hot piss on my bare chest. One of the guys had a fat uncut dick. He stuck it in my mouth and fed me his full bladder of hot piss while the others were soaking me again.

When It was over, I thanked them all, got in my truck and started my drive back home. All I could think of is that I sure hoped I did not get stopped by the police.

About 20 minutes away from my house, I could not hold it any more. There was no place to stop and I sure was not going to piss on the side of the interstate, so I let it go in my jeans soaking them even more plus the cloth seat of my truck. It was a great night, one that I will never forget.

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I talked to Swimbuff via email for a while and decided to meet at the hot tubs, but things got a little crazy for me so we made other plans. We described ourselves to each other. He had told me after I sent him pictures of my aching 8 inch cock, that he was 6 inches and uncut. I wanted to taste him badly. We met at my job and I grabbed a quick bite to eat. Fortunately above my job there are some apartments where we went for some privacy. As I ate my lunch in the front room of the vacant apartment as we talked about our pasts & what we do for a living and the difference between life in the States versus life it Italy, where Swimbuff is from.

After about 30 minutes I moved closer to him and touched his chest & started to rub it. Soon we were kissing, his tongue was reaching the back of my mouth, his moustache tickled my lips as we kissed. I reached down to feel his cock, but I could not feel that much — he was still soft, but not for long. I whispered in his ear ” I want to taste your cock.” We quickly moved into the bathroom where we could be more comfortable and discreet. While we kissed some more we worked his belt loose & soon his pants dropped to the floor. There hanging still limp but beautiful was his uncut cock. He said in his Italian accent “this is the foreskin”. I told him that I have never sucked an uncut cock before. With trembling hands, being the first time I have ever held an uncut cock, I lifted it and tongued its tip and took the whole thing in my mouth. In seconds his cock was hard & throbbing in my mouth. I slowly sucked and licked his beautiful cock. His skin was so smooth and silky I could not believe I was doing this. I released his shining cock from my mouth and pulled the skin over his head and marveled how beautiful it was. His foreskin pointed upwards and covered his slit.

I pulled the skin back behind the ridge in fascination. I licked & sucked his hairy balls until they were wet. I wanted more of his cock and started to suck it again. With his cock sliding in and out of my mouth, I was in heaven. My own cock was throbbing for attention, so I unzipped my pants and released it from its prison and began to stroke myself. He reached down my shirt and began pinching my nipple, by luck he pinched the sensitive one that used to be pierced, the pleasurable pain went right to my dick and hardened even more. I sucked him even harder, I wanted to taste his Italian cum. “I’m going to cum” he almost whispered. I sucked like my life depended on it and soon his sweet cum was unloading into my mouth. Sweet shot after shot filled my mouth and I swallowed all of it. I continued to stroke my cock while I tasted the last of his cum and shot all over my hand & jeans. I licked my own juices off of my hand and milked the last drop from his cock and licked it from its head.

After we caught our breath he washed his cock in the sink as I watched. He would not want any residue left on it in case his wife had wanted to suck him when he got home and also to keep it clean. We both got our pants where they belong and gave each other a hug and kiss and said good-bye.

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It all started at the bar of a small motel on the outskirts of town. It was a run down hole in the wall and so was the motel. It catered to a lot of truckers and work crews. I had put in a long day in the hot sun working on the highway and had come in for a cold one. It was still daylight outside and rather dark inside. Each time the door would open I would be blinded for a moment until the door shut and my eyes readjusted. This particular time, I could not believe my eyes. There was a young cowboy wearing a hat, boots and spurs. I heard him ask the bartender if it was OK for him to come in dressed in his dirty work clothes. He told him he was fine, to come on in. He asked him if he was staying at the motel and he showed him his room key. Now that the red tape was over, since it was a private club, he ordered a Budweiser and a spit cup then took a seat on the barstool beside me.

As he sat down, he apologized telling me he knew he did not smell very good.

He did have the odor associated with working cattle but I just told him not to worry, that I had not had a shower since I got off work and I knew I did not smell very good myself. That is when I noticed his eyes. They were beautiful piercing blue eyes with long eye lashes. He was short, about 5’7″

but had a nice toned body. I excused myself to go to the men’s room. It was unusual in that the urinal was a long trough, not the individual kind with a partition between them so you can not see the person next to you. I was almost finished when the door opened and this guy came in the bathroom.

He stood beside me, unfastened his jeans and pulled out a enormous dick.

That is when I noticed the one thing I did not want to see, a wedding ring on his left hand. He had caught me staring and for lack of anything better to say, I said that I bet his wife liked that one. He told me they had not slept together but twice in the last year and that she was not pregnant and he felt sure that it was not his child. He said he had found out that when he was gone, there were several mexican guys that would come over every night. Sometimes as many as 6 of them and they would stay several hours.

Just then, the door opened and another guy came into the rest room. We both put our dicks back in our pants and went back to our barstools.

We had been sitting, drinking beer, with him dipping and spitting, for about an hour when his cell phone rang. After the call, he said he had to go back to the livestock barn and load some cattle. He said he would be back in a couple of hours and hoped I would still be there. I asked him if he could use any help, that I was not a cowboy, but I followed instructions good. He said he could always use more help but that it was a messy job and I probably would wish I had not volunteered. I told him although I was not a cowboy, I had been around them and knew what he was talking about and that did not bother me. I checked to see if I still owed for anything, then we left the bar together.

When we got to the livestock barn, there were some of their people there to help him load. I just stood around and watched. I did get too close to the trailer once as a cow dumped a load and it splattered on me. He looked at me and said that he had warned me, it was a messy job. When he was finished, he was really a mess. He had cow shit all over his clothes and even on his face. The other men left and we were about to get back in the 18 wheeler when he said he had to piss. He went to the other side of the truck so he would be out of sight of the other men, undid his pants and pulled it out again. As his piss started hitting the ground, I told him that was a lot of good piss going to waste. He asked what I meant and I told him that I liked to drink it. He told me to get down there and get me some and without a second thought, I bent over and put my mouth over that big dick and swallowed the rest of his hot piss. By the time he finished pissing, his dick was getting hard so I started sucking it. He was responding very favorably so I sucked him several minutes. He pulled away saying he was afraid some of the other guys might come back to check on him and we had better pull out of the parking lot. We got back in the truck and returned to the motel, about 2 miles away. I rubbed his dick the entire way through his jeans. It was still hard.

Once parked at the motel, he went into the sleeper and I followed him. He said he was looking for the handy wipes to clean up a little. I started sucking on his dick through his dirty jeans and that seemed to drive him wild. He told me he had not had this much fun in years. Taking a chance, I stood up and placed my lips on his. My tongue was greeted by his and it turned into a great kiss. Although he had spit out his dip, I could still taste the flavor of the tobacco in his mouth. It was during the kiss that the guy reached down and started rubbing on my now hard dick. I told him we could go to my room and he just finished closing the curtain between the cab of the truck and the sleeper. He told me he used a piece of oilcloth for a bedspread to keep the sheets clean since he usually was not when he got back in the truck. He invited me to sit down on the bed with him and I did. He unbuttoned my shirt and started feeling of my nipples. I unfastened his belt and pulled down his zipper and pulled his monster cock out. I went down and started sucking it again and he told me how good it felt. He gently held the side of my head and guided his dick in and out of my mouth.

This went on for some time, then he said it was his turn. I stood up in front of him and he unfastened my belt and jeans and pushed them down around my ankles. My dick was standing at full attention. He said he had not sucked a dick since Junior High but he was going to suck one tonight. He took it in his mouth and sucked it like a pro. It was not long before I asked him if he wanted it and he said yes. I shot stream after stream of hot cum into his mouth. Since I knew he spit tobacco juice, I figured he would spit the cum out the same way. To my surprise, he swallowed it. He brought his lips back to mine and kissed me deep so I could taste my own cum. I went back down and took his dick into my mouth again and sucked a few more minutes when without warning he unloaded a nice load in my mouth.

I swallowed it down quickly and once again kissed him so he could taste his own cum too.

The clock showed 10:08 PM and the bar closed at midnight. He asked if I wanted to go ahead and go to my room so I could clean up or if I wanted to go back to the bar. I said lets go back to the bar and we did. During that next hour and 45 minutes, he must have drank a 12 pack. I did not do bad myself but he drank 2 to my 1. Closing time came and it was time to go to our rooms. As we was walking to the rooms, he said he really had to piss.

Since my room was first, I unlocked the door and asked him to come in and use my bathroom. I shut and locked the door behind us and followed him into the bathroom. As he stood there, about to piss, he told me to get me some if I wanted it, but to wait until he got it started. When the stream started, there was no stopping it so I bent down and started drinking it again, to the very last drop. I asked him if he was brave enough to kiss me again and he pressed his lips to mine and used his tongue to swab his hot piss out of my mouth. When he stopped, he told me that it wasn’t anything like what he expected it to taste like, it was not bad. I told him that I needed to take a piss too and asked him if he wanted to try some of mine.

He agreed to and we exchanged places. Once I got my stream started, he placed his mouth over my dick and started trying to swallow it. At first, he could not keep up and it was running out of the corners of his mouth and dripping from his chin. I did not expect him to drink it all, being his first time, but he was a trooper and stayed with it until I had finished.

He said that he would never have tried it on his own, but it was not bad.

Fully exhausted, he told me that he really did have to go to his room and get some sleep, that he had to leave early in the morning. We kissed one more time and he was gone. About 5 o’clock I heard the big rig start up and soon after the sound from that diesel engine disappeared. It was only then that it hit me, we had never exchanged names. My alarm went off at 6:30 and I knew it was time to get up and go back to work. As I picked up my dirty clothes from the night before and got dressed for work today, I started to open the door to leave and saw it. There was a business card stuck under my door. It said Fred Jones Cattle Company, Joshua Texas. On the back of the card he had written his cell phone number with a note to call him sometime.

I put his card in my billfold and went to work thinking I had made a new friend. I would call him and hope we can get together again soon.

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I have just run into my past best friend father Mr. Cecil Soucey  while I was on my business trip, He notice me right away as he came over to shake my hand and to see what I was doing with my life these days’ It has been well over 15 years plus since the last time I saw him. I ask him how his son David is doing ?Before he told me about his trouble Son who is now in jail for the next 12 years. He also told me that his wife pass away a year ago and he is enjoying the single life for now. 

We had a nice meal and catch up on some old times together before he ask me back up to his room for a drink, I told him about my personal life after the 4 glass of wine as my head is now starting to spin a bit. I alway did have a thing for Cecil I like the mature looking Daddy Bear type. I remember staying at his place my last year in high school when I saw him come into the kitchen with know clothes on with a nice semi hard on cock getting a glass of milk.

The time on the clock was showing  9 pm now as we started to get into the topic about sex, I ask him if he ever screw around on his wife ? He smile and didn’t give me a yes or no answer. His question to me was if I ever had any bi curious  thoughts ? I smile and said ‘ YES JUST A FEW ” He then ask me if he can suck my cock ? I then give him the okay before he came over to me. His wide hairy mouth felt so great on my cock, This man really knows how to suck a dick with every lick from his tongue going all over my dick and balls, I then roll on my belly before he started to eat my ass out, I can feel his tongue going into my hole as I began to moan with pleasure as he was eating out all of my ass juice.

” My God I was telling him ” As he even went in further with his tongue. This lasted for a good 10 minutes or more  as he got my hole good and ready for his cock. I then saw walk over to his suit case to get some lube he brought with him along with the bottle of poppers, Wow I said when I saw the poppers ! I help him pour the new KY HEAT ACTIVE LUBE over the head of his nice 6 inch semi cut cock. He then bend me over the bed and enter me very slowly doggy style as I felt his cock go right up my hole. The poppers felt great as he was now in full motion pumping my tight ass, I heard him take a deep snort of them now as he became more aggressive and started to fuck me real good and hard for about 15 mins, He then pull out of me very slow as he wanted to fuck me a different way. 

I was now on my back in the missionary permission  as he grab both of my hairy legs and ass before he slide my body right up to his hard cock, I took a good snort of the poppers as he gave me a sexy smile as his cock was going into my ass, Fuck he scream out loud ! Has he was all the way end, He told me to hang onto his waist good and tight as he began to fuck me much harder now. I was watching his wet slimming shaft go in and out of me very fast as his sweat starting to pour out of him like a water falls, I can see his mouth was wide open and his eyes were roll back during the sexual encounter of the fuck. It took Mr Soucey a good 15 mins before he dump his load inside of me. All I heard from him was FUCK TOM I AM CUMIN ! FUCK TOM I AM CUMIN ! Then Bang as his body started to vibrated before I felt his huge load pouring out from his cock filling up my hole full of his nice spray of seamen now.  He quick pull out of my ass after the orgasm we both had. We rested for a bit before I headed of to the shower to get clean up from all his body order and sweat.

I slept with Mr Soucey for the rest of the night, We were both in the spoon position for most of the sleep. The alarm went off at 7 am as we are both laying there now with a semi hard on showing through our white underwear that we were both wearing. I saw him take another shot of poppers as he pass the bottle to me to take a snort. My god as I felt him go down on my cock again with his lips and mouth deep throating me real good now. It was not soon long after that we begin to 60 each other. We both shot off at the same time as our mouths both fill up with our cum. I really enjoy Cecil cum because it tasted very sweet and not the raw cum tasted that most men have. It was now time to get dress and head out for my business meeting at 10 am.

I really love watching Mr.Soucey get dress first thing he put on was a very sexy pair of tight Black Spandex briefs and then his sock, white T-shirt, Polo Dress shirt and finally his tight Black Doggers pants as he then walk over to the mirror to tied his Burgundy silk tie Wow !  We gave each other one more long last deep kiss as I touch his huge bugle before we walk out the door together.

We then waited for a good minute as the elevator door open. My new Boss told me that I have to stay 1 more night before I can hit home. I decided to head down to the steam room to get a some steam. I was now in my new 70’s speedo style swim suit as I open the door up and saw My Soucey there with a another dude sitting close by him. ” Hey Tom come in  ”  This is my good friend Don who is now retire from being a NHL referee over the last 25 years. I shook Don hands as the 3 of us were now getting all sweaty from the steam. I then saw Mr Socuey grab some poppers from under his towel as he now pass the bottle to Don for a snort. I was now watching Don suck Cecil cock real good before I got up to started to go down on Don, Don was a short guy around 5’9 about 155 with a nice moustache with a huge 7 plus cock. The 3 of us are enjoying each other as I was now sitting on the top bench. Don came over and started to deep throat me good and hard as his Moustache felt great on my tool. Now it was Cecil turn to go down on me as he moan with pleasure after I was pre cumin into his mouth now. Don was the first one to cum as he shot his load off all over myself and Cecil mouths, Then I took Cecil load all down my throat again before I was shooting off now in Don’s mouth and Moustache. The 3 of us now left the steam room all cover with sweet smelly body sweat. I was now showering and drying off as my eyes were glue to watching Cecil and Don get dress mmmmmmmmmmm !

The 3 of us meet later on that night for a nice steak dinner before we headed back up to Don’s room for a night cap and what ever ?

The End 

This is a continuation of the story of Nick and Eric. This chapter is from Nick’s point of view.

I glanced over at Eric’s beautiful face, “On second thought I think we both are risky and brave, when you consider what we’ve both done in the last couple of days”

As we walked along the Strip I couldn’t help but be amazed that in just a few days I had gone from a sales person at a Men’s clothing store to being a model. But more importantly that I had found a gorgeous man that loved me that I loved back.

When we got to the hotel we took the elevator to the penthouse condo that Eric kept in Vegas for whenever he or his friends came to Vegas for business or pleasure. The 180 degree views were incredible. All the lights made me think of Christmas and that I had just gotten the best present in the world. What 21 year old had a life like this? I couldn’t even imagine that I had been offered $100,000 for wearing fabulous clothes. It made me wonder how much money Eric earned.

Eric came over to me by the window and said “I can’t believe I’m going to say this but that double penetration has taken it out of me and if I’m going to look fresh for tomorrow’s shoot I need to get some sleep. You’re so fucking young and beautiful that you could stay awake all night and still look incredible in the morning, so why don’t you go downstairs and do some gambling and have a good time.”

“Thanks Babe, I think I will, I never had the kind of money that would bring me to a casino and this is supposed to be the best casino on the Strip. Come help me pick out something to wear, I’m glad they let me take some of the clothes from the shoot.”

As we entered the bedroom I looked at Eric and said “I’ll let you pick, how would you want to see me, besides bare assed naked?”

“Hmmmm…let me think.” He started going through the rack of clothes that the designer had sent over. He not only did swimwear he also had a line of both formal and casual clothes. “I think we should go more in the formal direction but with a casual twist. He pulled out a size 40 tuxedo jacket and threw it on the bed. He then pulled out a pair of 30” designer jeans. “Try the jeans on.”

I did, they fit very well in both the crotch and the butt. Eric couldn’t help himself, he cupped an ass cheek and told me I had the best ass he had ever seen. Eric then pulled out a couple of shirts. One was a white silk t-shirt that had horizontal cuts all down the front leaving nothing to the imagination. He also grabbed a black t-shirt with a big scoop neck that looked like it would it would be very tight. The last choice wasn’t a shirt but this beautiful scarf of black, white and blue. “I think this is perfect, it will give the impression that you have a shirt on but you won’t really. When you walk, your chest and abs will show off. You can even loosen it if you want. I want all the guys you walk by get hot seeing you then I’ll know that I have hottest boyfriend in Vegas. If you see someone you want to have some fun with, go for it, you can tell me all about it tomorrow. The only rule that I have is there can be no kissing. Kissing is just between you and me. We also can never bring anyone back to wherever we are staying unless we both bring him back. Deal?”

“Deal”

I put the tuxedo jacket on and then Eric pulled the scarf around my neck and looped it just right. He went over to the dresser and grabbed a black card and gave it to me. “That should get you as many chips, drinks or food as you want.” I put my arms around his neck and we shared a passionate kiss. One of his hands was on my ass and the other was under the tuxedo jacket playing with my pecs. He pushed me away, “get the hell out of here before I throw you down on the bed and end up not getting any sleep.”

I walked toward the door. “See you soon Babe.” I was out the door and headed to the elevator. When I got to the elevator, there was a guy there who must be coming from the other penthouse. Being polite I said “hey.”

“Hey.” He was looking me over. “You must be here for the same reason I am.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what you mean.”

“You must be the escort that Eric had tonight, I’ve been with him a couple of times. Can’t you tell by looking at me that he definitely has a type?” I checked the guy out and he was right, approximately my height and weight and with similar coloring. “He’s one of my favorite clients, he tips really well. Looks like he got you some clothes just like he did for me a couple of times. When you’re a big time model like him you’ve got access to a lot of really nice duds.”

“I’m not an escort, I’m Eric’s boyfriend and a model.’

Laughing, “yeah, right, just like my boyfriend is the guy in this penthouse,” pointing toward the other door. “Did Eric give you the bullshit line about becoming a model for $100,000?”

“No, I signed a contract with his agency.”

“Yeah, the agency does that for him and just writes it off as a business expense. Are you that naïve?”

“So how come you didn’t do it?”

“I did for a little while but then he always wants to go for a newer model that is about your age. Are you 20?”

“21.”

“Well you’ll be good for a while but when you hit about 23 you’ll be back to turning tricks like me. But if he gives you a good recommendation to his friends and colleagues you’ll be set for a while. Just be sure to sock some of the money away because we all have an expiration date.”

The elevator arrived, I didn’t know whether to go back into Eric’s penthouse or go down to the casino. I decided to go to the casino so that I could think. Everything that Eric had done was to show me how much he loved me. Even the hickey he had given me was to let everyone know I was his. What about the tattoo on his ass? He wouldn’t have done that if our love wasn’t real. I was so confused. I rode the elevator with the male escort and wondered if that’s what I was now.

The elevator door opened and I was assaulted by the lights, noise and laughter of winners. I needed a drink so I went to the first bar I saw and ordered a Cosmo, something I had never drank before but I had heard about it and it sounded classy. I handed the bartender, a very nice looking guy, the black card that Eric had given me. “You must be Eric’s new boy toy. Welcome to the hotel. You’re a great looking guy, I hope you’re around for a while so that the three of us can have some fun.”

I was confused, I was hurt, I was mad, I had all these emotions coursing through my mind. I knew if I went back upstairs and confronted Eric I wouldn’t be able to control myself and I may say something that I shouldn’t.

I knocked the Cosmo back. “Kid, you don’t drink Cosmos like that, you’ll get shit faced pretty fast. Let me get you a beer or a wine.”

“No, give me another Cosmo and make it a double.”

“Ok, it’s your life.” He brought me another that was filled right to the rim. I had to lean down and sip some of the Cosmo so that I could hold the glass. “I get off at 11 if you want to get together and have some fun.”

“No, thanks.”

I left the bar and took a lap around the around the casino. I got another Cosmo along the way and was really getting buzzed. Shit, if Eric only thought of me as his boy toy until I got too old maybe I should find out how much I could get on my own. In my mind I was doing the math. If I could get $500 a night, 5 days a week, 50 weeks a year I could take home $125,000 or maybe more if I had some good weeks. I didn’t need Eric. Of course, I wasn’t thinking straight at this point, too much vodka.

I started studying the crowd. There were the men that were with women – NO. There were men that were checking out the waitresses in the short skirts or other women – NO. There were men who were checking out other men when they walked by – MAYBE, they may just be looking for someone to hook up with. There were men in groups that were either friends or bachelor parties – MAYBE. There were business men that weren’t checking out anyone and just seemed lonely – YES.

I set my eyes on this guy that was sitting alone at a bar playing video poker. I undid the scarf around my neck, put it under the lapel of the tux jacket and just let it hang free so I was showing of my waist, abs and pecs. I sat down next to him, ordered another Cosmo and asked the man how to play video poker. He was nice enough to explain it to me. When my Cosmo arrived he tipped the server and checked out his ass. SCORE. “Thanks for paying the tip, Sir.” I used that suffix since he looked to be about 40 or 45 but in nice shape. He didn’t correct me or provide a first name. “What brings you to Las Vegas?”

“I’m here for a sales meeting. Boring as shit and not a soul I’d want to spend the evening with.”

“Sorry to hear that. How long are you here for?”

“The next three days. I’ll probably drink too much and lose a lot of money. My wife will kill me when I get home.”

“Man that really sucks, Sir.” I took my hand and placed it on his thigh, he didn’t push it away or move his leg. I moved my hand higher up his leg. “Too bad there isn’t something fun for you to do while you’re in town.” He took my hand and brought it up to the bulge in his slacks. The bartender picked up on what I was doing. He leaned in and whispered to me “You know that soliciting in a casino is against the law. I won’t say anything if you make sure to give me a tip later.” I nodded ok.

Still moving my hand over his bulge he asked “what do you have in mind?”

“Well, Sir, I think we could have another cocktail here and then maybe go up to your room for a more intimate cocktail.”

He ordered another round of drinks. “That sounds like a good plan.”

“Before we go up we need to work out some of the details Sir.”

“What kind of details.”

“It’s going to be $200 for us to have a little party in your room Sir.”

He gave me a long look. Kept my hand on his growing bulge. “OK, drink up.”

We both finished our drinks and went up to his room. He tried to kiss me in the elevator but I turned my head. “Sir, I have one rule, no kissing, but everything else is negotiable.”

We made it to his room. No sooner had he closed and locked the door he pushed me to my knees. “Suck my cock.”

“Yes, Sir.” I tried to help him with his slacks but he pushed my hands away. He hauled out a good sized cut cock with a big head. He started to move it toward my mouth. “Sir, I need what we agreed to before we do anything.” I could tell that he was getting pretty unsteady from his cocktails. My metabolism must have been stronger because I was getting more clear-headed.

He grabbed his wallet and threw $200 at me. “There you go, now suck my cock!” I leaned in and took the head of his cock in my mouth while I stroked his legs. I pulled back, “Oh, Sir, you’re cock is so big.” I took it back in his mouth. That made him smile. I acted like I was gagging which made him even happier. He was getting more and more unsteady. He mumbled something like “my wife hasn’t sucked my cock since before we were married.” Using my mouth and my hands I moved him so he could sit down on the edge of the bed. Instead of getting harder his cock started to deflate and he flopped backwards passed out. That was an easy $200. I left his room and went back down to the casino.

This time I went into the Sports Book. I glanced around and saw some groups of men wearing various shirts of their teams – NO. There were groups of guys around my age that were wasted on booze or something else – NO. There were some old men sitting at the bar each nursing a cocktail – NO. There were several groups of men in booths who seemed to be having fun with stupid shirts and hats about this is the last day of the rest of your life, obviously bachelor parties – WHY THE HELL NOT.

I walked over to one of the booths, “Hey guys, it looks like you’re having a good time, mind if I join you.” First there was some strange looks but then it looked like I may have caught their interest.

“Sure. Would you like another drink?”

“That would be great, I’ll take a Cosmo.” This caused another round of looks among the guys.

I turned to the guy that was wearing the t-shirt that said ‘Last Day of the Rest of My Life’, “So getting married, huh?” The Cosmo arrived and I drank it down in 2 swigs.

“Yeah, this coming weekend.”

“Man, you must be looking forward to that.”

“Yes and no. I love the girl I’m marrying but these guys all tell me once we’re married that the sex almost completely dries up.” A chorus of “damn right” from his friends. “Someone get another Cosmo for this guy.” Another Cosmo appeared in front of me.

One of the guys leans in to me “are you a fag?”

“What gives you that idea?”

“The way you’re dressed and the sissy drink.” His friends laughed.

“Guilty. Since you got me drinks, is there something I can do for you guys?”

“Yeah, I want you to get down under the table and give my friend, the groom to be, a blow job right here.”

“Hmmmm….. I could do that but it’ll cost you $100.”

The guys look at each other. “Sure. Get under the table.”

“Give me the money first.” One of the guys handed me a $100 bill.

I slide down under the table. These tables didn’t have table clothes, so anyone who had the right view could see what I was doing which made it all the more exciting. It was like when Eric was using his foot on my cock earlier. The groom pulled out his cock and I proceeded to take it in my mouth. His fiancé must be a happy women with this thing. I don’t believe the sex is going to dry up if this is what she has to work with. I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and moved my hand in unison with my mouth. Based on the sounds he was making it sounded like he was enjoying himself. His friends were egging him on and it sounded like they were all having a good time. Once I got the grooms load of sweet cum another cock was dragged out of a pair of pants and another $100 appeared under the table. This happened again and again until I had gotten all five of them off. When I was done I slipped back up to sit in the booth. I licked my lips just to drive home the point that I liked what they all had given me. “Get our friend another Cosmo.”

I got up when they did. As we walked out of the Sports Book a man in suit came up to me and grabbed my arm. “Gentlemen, it appeared as if you all had a good time tonight, thank you for staying with us. I need to speak with your friend here.” The guys said good night and staggered toward the elevator.

“Listen to me faggot, I find you doing something like that again and I’ll beat your ass until you can’t sit for a week. You must be new around here and don’t know how it works. You solicit at a bar, you give the bartender a nice tip. You do what you do where people can see you then you tip the floor walkers like me, got it.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Follow me.” He took me to one of the back hallways that a guest never sees. He took me to a room that was filled with video screens. “See that?” He pointed to one of the screens and as clear as day you could see me blowing all five guys. “You got me all hot and bothered watching that so I don’t want a tip tonight, I want a piece of your cock sucking ass.”

He pulled his pants down and sat down in a chair stroking his large and thick cock. “Take those jeans off.” I did. “Give me that scarf.” I did and he tied my hands behind my back. “Now ride my cock only using your legs.” It took all my quad strength to lower myself on his hard cock but I did it. I started doing squats and kept it up until his shot his load deep in my ass. “Now get the fuck out of here. Next time you want to do something like what you did to those guys come find me and we’ll work out the details.”

I went to the elevator. I realized I had made $700, more than I expected. I didn’t need Eric’s stupid contract. I could take care of myself. I was so angry at him but at the same time I still loved him. We were going to have to work this out some way. Riding up the elevator I was so mad at Eric for making this evening happen.

When I entered the penthouse I went right to the bedroom. Eric was asleep on the bed. He was lying on his stomach without any sheets covering him. His ass looked so good. I stripped off my clothes and quietly got into bed. I climbed over his ass and rammed my cock in has ass and slammed away, I was still so mad.

“What the fuck???????”

TO BE CONTINUED

Naughty Eric will write the next chapter from Eric’s point of view.

Chad

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The piercing sound of my cell made me wide awake in seconds. Without looking at the caller ID I answered it and readied myself for giving a lecture on scaring people to death because it was nearly 2 am.

“Be out in ten minutes. Take a coat, it’s raining.” was all he said before hanging up. Hearing his voice made me hold my breath and I couldn’t really grasp what had just happened. My heard pounded 100 miles a minute and I still thought it was a dream.

I got up, brushed my teeth quickly and put on sweatpants and a tee under the requested coat.

On tiptoes, I hurried to the backdoor and sneaked out on the street where he already waited for me, grinning wide and ready to go.

Inside the car it was hot, so I peeled off the coat instantly and made myself more comfortable.

After just a short embrace we took off. A few minutes later, however, I noticed that we didn’t take the route to his house, so I asked “Where are we going? Isn’t a big, soft bed in a warm apartment better than the car?”, but he just briefly looked at me and remained quiet.

A while later he drove down a dirt road and stopped in the middle of the track. Shutting the motor down, he turned around to face me and said sadly “I had to sneak out, I have company. I just couldn’t sleep and thought of you, you drive me crazy. It’s worth the risk.”

Now it was me who couldn’t answer.

Company. The word made me cringe and I couldn’t believe that she tricked him into staying again. Why would she do that? She knew that something was up but she just couldn’t let him go.

By shutting off the motor he had certainly shut of the heater as well and I began to feel cold. Should I put my coat back on? Should I tell him that I’m freezing?

He stared out of the window, deep in thoughts. What was he thinking about? Us? His situation? Her? I cringed at that thought.

Then he turned towards me, his lips showing a little smile and he asked “What are you thinking about? Are you cold? We should move to the backseat, I can make you feel warm again.” I felt like he could read my mind and just nodded.

So we changed to the backseat, and I immediately nuzzled my face into his neck to be as near him as possible. Chuckling, he stroked my back and sighed “I’m sorry that we have to meet here, but SHE sleeps in my bed and I couldn’t get her out. I hope you’re not mad at me, at least I’m here. I hope that tells you something.”

It didn’t just tell me ‘something’, it told me that he loved me more than HER and that was all I wanted to know.

His hand began drawing small circles on my back and I began to feel warm again. Beginning at my hair, he kissed a trail down my sleeve, ear and cheek, ending on my mouth. I felt like exploding, I had missed his touch so much; I couldn’t stand being without him a single second longer. Never ending joy flooded my brain when his tongue entered my mouth, I felt like dying without it.

My heart pounded like never before, it wasn’t even near normal anymore.

Slowly, his hand moved from my back to my chest and found my nipples. I sighed in sweet anticipation, no words were necessary. We both knew exactly what we wanted.

Tweaking my nipple with his hand, the other one moved sensually down my belly and sneaked into my pants.

I put my arms around him and never wanted to let go again, I was in heaven. There we sat, shortly before being naked, at night on a dirt track in the woods and nothing could be more perfect. This was true love …

He stripped me off of my few left clothes and let his follow the second after. Flesh against flesh, nothing feels better.

Slowly, his right hand moved towards my crotch and his fingers circled the base of my dick lovingly. His left one stayed at my nipples and played with them softly. I leaned back into him and just enjoyed being with him again. Feeling his hand gliding slowly and sensually up and down my shaft made me feel like heaven again and again. With him, everything felt like heaven and I felt honored to be there.

Moving his hand from my dick further south, he caressed my balls and perineum and after what felt like an eternity, he began tipping his finger on my hole and I quivered in anticipation. He rummaged through his jeans and found a small bottle of lube. In my haste earlier I never even thought of that, so I was glad that he did. Lubing up his fingers, he kissed and bit my neck tenderly, lovingly.

When he inserted his index finger into my ass, I nearly fainted. It felt sooooo good, I never wanted it to stop. It had been an eternity since we last met – five days at least!

I began moaning when he inserted a second finger and turned them around. I couldn’t wait any longer and begged him “Just fuck me, Will. I need you.”

He chuckled again and teased me a bit longer, inserting a third finger as well.

Moving me around, he positioned himself over me and his dick poked my pucker gently. I loved feeling his weight over me, but I needed to feel his cock even more. Inserting it slowly, he began kissing me again, tenderly first but it increased rapidly.

My mind switched from ‘love’ to ‘fuck’ and I urged him on to fuck me silly. I was rewarded instantly, he thrust himself in me harder and harder with each move and I squeaked in joy when he hit my prostate.

Never minding the limited space to move, he just bore in me and I loved it. His movements felt like magic, I’ve never had sex that intense with someone before. He knew every inch, every weak spot of my body and used every single one of them to increase my pleasure. It drove me wild. It felt like he had five hands and ten tongues, I wasn’t even able to tell what he did!

Hitting my prostate over and over again, he drove me near orgasm in no time at all and I moaned and whimpered for him to slow down because I wanted to enjoy the feeling of him in me some more and I knew that I would trigger his orgasm with mine.

Slowing down a bit, he started licking his way down my neck and chest and began playing with his tongue at my nipples. He drove me nuts and I clenched my asshole around his dick to show him my appreciation.

Moving ever so slowly in and out of me, he invaded my mouth with his tongue again and we played for a while, not wanting the night to end.

Increasing his pace some more, he frenched me more eager and I knew he wanted ‘the grand final’. I started moaning louder again and he hit my prostate with every thrust. I couldn’t hold it any longer and the dam burst. My cum flew over my head and splattered the window, the next spurts hit my face and neck and when I regained my breath again I heard him roaring with his last deep thrust before unloading himself deep in my guts.

Sweaty and out of breath, he collapsed on top of me, his face showing indescribable passion and joy. He made me happy, every single time.

Lying next to each other, we never wanted to leave and cuddled while watching the stars. Nothing could disturb this moment of freedom, nothing but …

His cell rang and he answered without looking at me. “Hey. Sorry hun, I had to help Jack out of some silly mess with his girl. I’m nearly on my way back, I’ll be there in thirty minutes tops. Love ya.”

That couldn’t be for real. He wanted to leave? Just like that? NOW? Before I could even process what had happened, he had already started dressing again and went back to his front seat. I wasn’t able to grasp what it meant and slowly put my clothes back on. Was he serious? He wanted to kick me out to go back to HER after making love to me? Making love to her just so she doesn’t suspect anything? I got angry with every second that he didn’t talk to me. He destroyed my illusion, just like that. As if it was NOTHING!

He drove me back home and said goodbye, kissing me softly on the cheek. And that was it? Why did it always have to end in a disaster?

And regardless of everything, I was smiling widely when I got back into my bed. As always …

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Barry came into work the on Monday like nothing happened.  We chatted like

we always did, but did not mention anything about Saturday or Tim.  I

finally asked about Tim.

“He’s cool with the whole thing.  He could not believe you were able to

swallow his cock all the way down, it amazed me even.  I can’t imagine that

thing in any human opening.  And yet you took it like it was my cock.” he

told me.

“well, between you and him and me feeling comfortable with you two, I was

able to do it like it was nothing.  The real mission is to get his cock

into my ass, and let him fuck till his balls drain dry.”

“If you can do that and still walk, I’d be amazed.”

“well, I was fucked once by a guy who’s cock was almost as big, but not

Tim’s size. I may need you to fuck me first, to get me nice and loose to

take him.”

We went back to work and went about our day.  He gave me a ride home, which

was fun, as usual.  We got in and I noticed his zipper was open.  Maybe he

forgot to zip up when he went to the bathroom before we left work.  But

then I saw his pink head make its way out the opening.  Luckily it was

getting dark outside, so I reached over and grabbed his cock and it really

began to grow. Once I felt him start to drip, I leaned over and took his

cock into my mouth. Everyone loves roadhead.  As he drove his car, I felt

the speed slow down, then speed up, back and forth up and down. He really

could not control the car while getting head. ” we’ll have to finish at my

place if you want” I told him.

“now that’s what I’m talkin about ” he laughed.

We got to my place and got him in front of the chair in the front room,

undid his pants, pushed him down and sucked his cock, feeling it grow

between my lips.  Swirling my tongue around his head, he was moaning and

groaning in pleasure.  I let go of his cock and went to his big hairy nuts.

I licked until they were both wet, took one nut into my mouth and sucked

and gently pulled.  He moaned louder and longer.  I don’t think anyone ever

sucked on his balls before.  I went to the other one and did the same

torture.  He begged me to suck his cock, so doing what I am told, I slowly

licked up his shaft to his head and then swallowed to his curly brown bush.

Seconds later his load was shooting into my throat, I slowly pulled off, so

just the head was in my mouth so I could taste his hot italian jizz. Damn,

it tasted sooo good.  Just the right thickness, salty, sweet and today, a

little spicy.

“you better get going, before anyone starts to assume anything. I told him

“yeah, you’re right I should get going. I got things at home to do”

“like the wife?” I said with a wink.

“Luckily, no. besides, I would have to fake it if we did anything.  I’ve

got no cum left after you ate it all.

“Okay fine, no blowjobs for you then!” I snapped ” well lets not get that

carried away.”

“See you at work tomorrow then?” I asked.

“yep, as usual”

A few days later Barry had asked me if I wanted to go to the healthclub

again on Saturday.  I asked if Tim was going and Barry told me that it was

Tim who wanted to go again.  So I told him, that I would, hoping that I or

Barry & I could have fun with him.

The week went by with me and Barry trading blowjobs and fucking each other.

The boss told us that we had to go to Minnesota to see some stupid store

and that the two of us had to go, since he had other plans.  So last minute

we made our arrangements, with out Tim, as he too had plans.

We knew the drive would be very long and boring.  Luckily for me, I know

all kinds of things to keep us occupied. It seemed like every 30 minutes

Barry was begging for me to suck him.

“if I do that now, there’s not going to be any cum for me later.”

“okay…. fine, I really would like to get off now tho.”

“besides, wouldn’t you like to blow a big huge load in my ass when you’re

fucking me tonight?  We can do what ever we want, since we are going to be

alone together for the weekend. “

“I didn’t think about that, just like lovers. Well not really. More like a

guys retreat”

“exactly and no one knows what happens up here, but us. But you need to

make sure you call the Mrs. Just to keep her quiet.  Otherwise she’s gonna

be pissed.

We finally got to the hotel. Our room was nice with two queen sized beds.

I thought, only if the boss new what Barry & I did alone.

“well, one of those beds is never gonna be used this weekend” I said

“that’s for damn sure, the place to ourselves. I never slept with a guy

before, well actually slept with a guy before.”

” I knew what you meant, the first time. What side of the bed you want?

I’ll take either side.”

“well I like this side” as he sat on the right side of the bed, beginning

to take his clothes off. I could see his cock starting to rise.

What have I created, I started something with a teenager.  The thought of

sex gets him hard, the wind gets him hard. I’m in trouble this weekend.

“can I take a break from your cock please? I do love sucking your cock and

the taste of your cock, but I’m gonna get lock jaw soon. Just for tonight,

please? I said with puppy dog eyes.

“okay just for tonight, but you have to wake me with a blowjob. Then we eat

and go to this stupid store. And then back here for more fun.”

“Okay, deal. Morning blow job it is.”

I took off my clothes and slid into bed with the sexiest man I know.  He

laid near the edge of the bed and I laid close to the middle.  I reached

around him and pulled him close to me, spooning our bodies together. My

cock between his ass cheeks and my hand on his muscled pecs.

When I woke up, we had not moved all night. He looked so perfect sleeping

there.  I slowly moved without moving him.  Went to the bathroom and came

back. He had moved and was laying on his back.

I was ready to wake him with his wake up bj.  I pulled back the covers and

saw his cock just lying there.

Soft and about three inches.  I hoped he wasn’t the kind of person that

woke easy.  I picked up his cock and slowly sucked it into my mouth.  I

sucked slowly and felt it begin to get hard.  I wanted to keep him asleep

as long as possible. I wanted him to cum while he was still asleep.  Then

he would want his morning bj and I could say that I already sucked him and

time to get moving.  As I sucked he started moaning his wifes name, well,

he was asleep.  I kept sucking and sucking, soon he was saying “

yeah suck it baby, suck it deep. I wanna shoot my load on your face”. Then

his hand found mine. ” suck me dude, suck me. This is the best way to wake

up. A hot mouth suckin on my cock.”

I stopped sucking his cock and asked him” you really want to shoot on my

face?”

“you’d let me ?”

“we have fucked and sucked each other, why not?”

“that would be so fuckin hot to see my cum all over your sweet face.”

“okay,lets flip over and fuck my face, like its you first time, wait it is

your first time to fuck my face”

We flipped over and he began to fuck my mouth , I loved the head ramming

the back of my mouth, his big hairy balls slapping my chin.

“oh fuck , I’m close, so close.”

“pull out and jack that cock all over my face!”

“oh fuck, oh fuck, here it cums!!!”

Blast after blast, hot creamy cum shot all over my face.  On my forehead,

my nose, cheeks, lips and chin.  I looked like some whore that got covered

with the cum of fifty guys.  But it was just one sexy Italian that did it.

We got dressed and headed to this stupid store to see what was up.  We

talked with the guy for about 20 minutes, done and then we were gone.  We

checked out the mall and lingered here and there.

“hey, I got to use the bathroom” I told him.

” me too” he said as he followed me in.

We all the know he rule, at least one urinal between two guys.  Well I

followed the rule, but Barry stepped up beside me.  Doing my thing, I

noticed Barry checking my cock.  all the other guys in the bathroom left.

“come here” I told Barry

“okay, where?” he asked as he followed me into a stall.

We both got in and closed the door, I put my feet up, so it looked like

only one person was in the stall.

I unzipped Barry’s pants and pulled out his cock and began sucking. I could

taste a bit of his piss still on the tip of his cock, but I didn’t mind

with him.  Soon his cock was at full hardness.  He began thrusting in and

out of my mouth gently.  I could see his sac pulling in close for their

release.  I gently pulled his balls down, to give him a new sensation.

Soon his load was filling my mouth again today.  I let all his cum stay in

my mouth. He pulled his cock out and I stuck my tongue out to show him his

thick gooey load.  He leaned down and cleaned my tongue.  I didn’t get to

swallow any of it, the greedy bastard sucked it all down.

We got him back in his pants and he left the stall and checked to see if

the place was clear.  He told me the place was clear and I left the stall.

We went out into the mall and checked out the rest of the mall just to keep

us busy for a while.  After a couple of hours, yeah it was freakin huge, I

was getting tired and said that I would like to go back to the room to take

a nap.  He agreed, he was a bit tired as well.

We got to the room and both quickly fell asleep.  I knew it was about 2

when I fell asleep and when I woke up it was four.  I felt something on my

cock, it was Barry’s mouth, sucking deeply, up and down.

What a great way to wake up, a hot guy suckin your cock.  After about

twenty minutes of his newly learned skill, he had me blowing my load into

his mouth.  After my balls were emptied into his mouth, he crawled up and

kissed me, we began to tongue each other and he fed me my load. I felt the

warm cum sliding over my tongue and down my throat.

“fuck that was hot” I told him

“well, I saw you cock hard as rock and could not resist.  Big, thick hard

and dripping precum.  I was thinking about fucking myself on your cock, but

I figured a wake up blowjob would be better.”

“you’re right, that is the best way to wake up.  Well lets get changed and

get something to eat, I’m hungry.”

That’s it for this chapter.  Gonna do something fun.  If anyone that reads

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