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  • Hard and ready at work

    Yes I do have a package ref no, as Michael was sitting he moved his one leg that was folded on the other leg down, he moved a little forward in his chair and put his hands behind his head. Shaun looked at Michael in a more or less uncomfortable way, but a nice intense way. Shaun’s eyes just slipped down to the guy’s middle and sow a nice thick long bulge. Michael stood up for his chair walked around the desk where Shaun was sitting at on the other side.

    Shaun leaned forward and started to kiss his bulge while Michael’s pans is still on and the zip is open. Shaun pushed his chair back and Michael stood in front of Shaun. Michael started to unbutton his shirt while Michael still continued to kiss and suck on his bulge. After taking off all the close Michael was still remaining in the same position as he was, and Shaun is sucking on his nice 9″ chick uncut cock moving up and down on his cock, Michael plays with his nipples and moan softly with slow breaths in and out. Michael’s hands are on Shaun’s head leading him to suck his hard cock off. He moves from his cock point to his balls and sucked on them while he was rubbing his cock at the same time. Michael took Shaun by his arm and pulled him up for the chair, and made him turn around and pushed his body forward and down with Shaun’s ass in Michaels face, he bends down and slapped his ass and spreading them to get a nice view of Shaun’s o ring. Licking and sucking his tight ass Shaun is moaning and groaning of pleasure

    Michael slaps Shaun’s ass again. With no mercy Michael sticks his dick head in and take it out, and slide it back in and take it out, every time he slide it in he goes in deeper and deeper till I feel his hole cock deep in me. Pounding my as hard with no mercy, ” uhhh! Yes it feels so good!” Shaun is moaning and breathing heavily as Michael is pounding his ass harder and faster, he pulls his cock out and stick it back in, as he puts it back in I feel every inch go in and out with the nice feeling, his cock is rock hard and thick. Shaun’s cock stays hard as Michael is also playing with him. Michael slapping Shaun’s ass as he fucks him on the desk, pushes down on Shaun’s body and push his cock in hard ” oohh yes it’s so nice”, “do you like me pounding your ass like this”? Shaun’s heavy breading is hot as he lays on the table, his face expressions says it all of enjoying the way Michael is pounding Shaun’s ass. Michael’s balls are slapping Shaun’s ass as he moves in and out of Shaun’s ass.

    Michael stops and tell Shaun to get off the table and stand in front of it with his legs spread wide open and his elbows pressing on the desk surface. Hearing the slap of Michael’s ball on my ass and him moaning and groaning as he fuck my ass. “yes it’s so nice” yes uhhhmmm yes yes it so nice fuck my ass. Yess yess, Michael is moaning and moving faster and harder Shaun’s cock is throbbing he can feel his heart beat at his dickhead. Michael is jerking Shaun off as he goes the last few pounding in Shaun’s ass, as he pulled his cock out and slide it back in me I couldn’t help by just blowing my load all over my paper work. “Fuck yes” “yes yes”, moaning and groaning “yes yes”, with the third yes, he felt this warm sensation of hot geyser that burst inside of him, as Michael released his hot juicy load. While Michael is still giving off the last few drops he fell down on top of Shaun as he stands by the desk with his legs wide open, to catch his breath. Shaun could feel Michael’s heart pumping through his back.

  • Passing at Christmas

    Lord Reginald was receiving an early Christmas present. Lady Caroline and her Oxford student son, Percy, were first-day-of-advent dinner guests at his country home, Morton’s Staff, in Hampshire. Lord Reginald couldn’t countenance the giggly Lady Caroline normally, but he’d waited for years for the luscious Percy to reach his majority, and Reggie wanted to be inside him first–before those dons at Oxford got to him.

    Timing was everything, and Percy was ripe for the plucking. Reginald had planned well and extensively, having spent the last month and a half memorizing snippets from the love poems of Donne and Shakespeare and Byron.

    He had been bold tonight, informing the ladies after dinner that he and Percy would withdraw to port and “men talk” far enough away from the ladies so as not to disturb whatever chattering they wanted to do–something he would have done anyway to escape the fingernail-on-slate giggling of Lady Caroline. But rather than guide Percy to the library, he told him he had something to show him in his bed chamber.

    That “something” was standing straight up, tall, straight, and ruby bulbed, from the yawning opening of his purple silk dressing robe, as he sat on the foot of his bed, Percy sitting close beside him, his trousers already on the floor below them and his shirt open to permit Reginald’s hand to rest on the young man’s breast.

    Reginald had said he wanted to feel the beating of the young man’s heart as Reginald recited to him poetry of Byron’s that had never been released to the public but had been handed down for decades in the private collections of men of Byron’s class and persuasions.

    Percy was lost to the romance of both the poetry and Lord Reginald’s commanding presence.

    The other figure in the room, Reginald’s young, loyal valet, Edwin, stood at the door, his purpose being to protect Reginald’s purposes. He was standing face in, though, and sighing as he watched his lord deftly open the petals to the young Percy’s honey trap.

    Reginald was encasing Percy’s back in one arm while he whispered the poetry to Percy, who was studying poetry with rapture at Oxford but who had never heard poems as enrapturing as these. He was laying comfortably in the embrace of Reginald’s arm, but that he was tense was shown by how tightly closed he kept his legs.

    Reginald laid his hand on Percy’s belly, and the young man moaned as the older man whispered to him a Donne poem of the plucking of the petals of the early spring flower and of staffs and yielding centers.

    His hand moved to Percy’s thigh, which he gently stroked. And when Percy unconsciously parted his legs a bit, Reginald’s hand moved between them, stroking the inner thighs until they too, with a long sigh from Percy, parted.

    Reginald was patting Percy’s now-stirring crotch through the material of his undergarment when, with a low moan, he permitted Reginald to let off the now-hoarse-voiced recitation and to spread his quivering lips with his own and feel the flicking tongue of the other.

    “Edwin. Some assistance here, if you please,” Lord Reginald murmured as he came out of the kiss.

    “Yes, my lord,” Edwin whispered as he came forward and pulled Percy’s undergarment down his leg.

    “Lord Reginald, please. I don’t think . . . I can’t . . . ohhhh.”

    Reginald was stroking the young man’s cock.

    “Of course you can, you sweet thing. You want to be a poet. All of the famous poets have done so. This is how Shakespeare himself put it.”

    Percy groaned as Reginald recited and continued to stroke, and as Percy’s cock engorged. Reginald pulled his hand away from the cock and moved down the perineum. He placed his index finger at Percy’s rim, and Percy involuntarily rolled his hips up and he moved a thigh over onto Reginald’s lap. It brushed against Reginald’s erect staff, which began to rub gently against the thigh.

    The young man sighed deeply again. His body knew what was happening and accepted it even if the luscious rose himself was struggling against the deflowering. Reginald pushed his finger into the channel.

    “Oh please, no,” Percy objected. “I’ve never . . . I’ve never . . .”

    “I certainly hope not. All to the good, son, all to the good. Remember the poets of the past. Remember where they received their inspiration. Let me be the one to inspire you.”

    Percy moaned, “Noooo, please.” But he moved one leg to the other side of Reginald’s cock, giving Reginald the inner lie now and he raised the foot of the other leg and dug his heel into the edge of the mattress, rolling his butt even further up to accommodate Reginald’s searching hand. Reginald pressed a second finger inside him.

    “Sweetness. Honeypot of the gods,” Reginald murmured. And then, in a more business-like voice. “The honey–the lubricant–if you please.”

    “Yes, my lord,” Edwin scurried for the lubricant.

    “And a condom, please. And a second one for later.”

    Edwin moved to him swiftly with the requested articles.

    “My cock, quickly, please.”

    Percy moaned a “Nooo,” but immediately belied this by putting a hand on the back of Reginald’s neck and pulling his face in for another kiss.

    Edwin crowned Reginald’s cock with one of the condoms while Reginald’s lubricant-slathered fingers were working Percy’s entrance.

    Edwin slicked down the sheathing condom–lovingly–with lubricant as well.

    “Now, if you will help me position him . . . yes, good, like that.”

    Percy yowled as he was deflowered. Edwin returned to his station by the door and watched intently as Percy, wild-eyed and sobbing, slowly descended into Reginald’s lap.

    Edwin discerned a slowly changing emotion in the young man to acceptance and the start of pleasure after Reginald had changed the position. Percy’s legs were now stretched along Reginald’s hips and beyond on the bed, and his torso was arched out over the carpet from Reginald’s body like the figurehead on a ship. Reginald was holding the young man’s wrists in his hands, and he was fucking the young man deep with slides and releases of his hips.

    Downstairs the Lady Caroline and the Countess Magda, Reginald’s German wife, chattered on, unaware of and not concerned about the passage of time.

    Upstairs the first, spent condom was laying on a sliver tray on the bureau. Percy was on the bed, his butt at the edge of the foot of the bed. His arms were drawn above him, his wrists held by Edwin, who was sitting, cross-legged at the head of the bed and watching–ever watching–the cocking. The ball of the foot of one of the young man’s legs was leveraging off the floor at the foot of the bed. His other leg was held high in the air by Reginald’s grasp on his ankle. The leg itself ran up Reginald’s chest. Reginald himself was standing between Percy’s thighs, making full-thrust use of the second condom. Reginald was using his other hand to stroke Percy’s hard cock, with time out to pull and squeeze the young man’s balls.

    “Fuck me, fuck me. Deeper,” Percy was crying out as he wagged his head back and forth in ecstasy and dug his fingernails into the material of the bedspread. He was even using the leverage off the ball of the one foot to try to meet Reginald’s thrusts with counterthrusts of his own.

    Not very poetic, Reginald thought meanly. But very sweet to the ear, he added. Perhaps a little bastardized Donne, he thought. He recited as he stroked, timing his thrusts to end with each line, and at each stroke, Percy groaned and arched his back.

    When new Towers rise, and old demolis’t are,”

    “When youthful virgin sweetness yields to master cock,” Reggie interjected.

    They have impal’d with a Zodiake,” back to Donne.

    “As master impales willing, yielding, thus-freed youth,” he added from his own devises.

    The free-borne Sun, and keeps Twelve Signes awake,”

    “To watch his steps, the horse strokes betwixt the thighs of the hare,” changing even the original wording here.

    And fright him backe, who else to either Pole,”

    “The plunging Pole, the plunging Pole.”

    Percy cried out and shot his hot cum up onto his belly.

    “Edwin, if you please.” Edwin moved swiftly to the bureau to retrieve a napkin to clean Percy’s shimmering belly, as Reginald stroked on and on to his own ejaculation.

    At the door, Percy now dressed, hobbling slightly, a dreamy expression on his face, Reginald squeezed his butt and said, “Now, on your way back down to the ladies, laddie. Please tell them that I decided to turn in early.”

    “Lord Reginald. I . . . I . . .”

    “Would you like to go riding with me in Morton’s Forest next Friday, Percy?”

    “Yes, of course. To the horses, you mean?”

    “At least at the beginning, dear boy. And then we’ll find a nice little glen and I will ride you.”

    Percy sighed as he slipped through the door.

    “Thank you for your assistance, Edwin,” Reginald said when the two were alone. Edwin was already moving about the room, putting things back in place. He carried the second, spent condom over and placed it reverently on the silver plate next to the first one.

    “Thank you, my lord.” Edwin was blushing. Lord Reginald rarely thanked him. That’s not what lord’s customarily did.

    “You look out of sorts, Edwin.”

    “Yes, my lord. Sorry, my lord.”

    “What is it, Edwin?”

    “It’s just that . . . that I wish it was me you were fucking.”

    “I know that, Edwin. But I keep in mind what my father once told me. Reggie, he said, you can fuck the prince’s son and you can fuck the actor. You can even fuck the comely lad in the field if you have a mind to. But it must be the field of some other nobleman, not you. Do not fuck the servants. They will take liberties and it is a bad example for the other servants. Do you understand that, Edwin?”

    “Yes, my lord. Sorry, my lord.”

    “You may go now, Edwin. A good night’s work. A lot of planning went into that. I appreciate your help . . . and your discretion.”

    “Yes, my lord. Thank you, my lord.” Edwin slipped out of the bedchamber and immediately made a beeline for the bathroom down the hall. He barely made it there in time.

    * * * *

    Five days before Christmas Countess Magda held her annual Arts Dinner. Lord Reginald was usually bored with Magda’s big country dinners, but he actually liked this annual event. He spent the year shopping and was quite helpful in counseling Magda on what performing artists to bring in.

    They all had to be of noble birth, of course–or at least acceptable in the right society–but there was much time available in Reginald and Magda’s circle for the young to perfect their choice of performance arts. The pattern of the dinner was that a soprano would entertain the gathered guests in the conservatory for sweets and savories before the first course of dinner. Before the second course, they would attend the staging of a scene from a classic play in the Great Hall. The third course was followed by an instrumental ensemble in the Red Salon. Between the fourth course and desert, all donned their wraps and went out to the forecourt for fireworks and jugglers.

    Lord Reginald always enjoyed the fireworks of his fifth course, enjoyed, as the guests were leaving, as he fucked one of the flexible and enticing performers in his bed chamber.

    This year, Reginald’s celebrations started early.

    During the period play in the Great Hall, Reginald’s greedy, lustful eyes followed the young actor son of Sir Gerald around the stage. It was a Shakespearean sword scene, and the young actor was wearing a billowy white cotton shirt with flounces and opened almost to his navel along with very tight, hunter green dancer’s tights, with a cup. Reginald felt his own sword throbbing.

    As if knowing he was being scrutinized, the young Geoffrey allowed his eyes to go to Reginald’s often and to bow his head and give slight smiles toward the host when he didn’t have speaking lines of his own. Reginald had seen him in a theater in London in September and had insisted that Gerald’s son be invited to perform here.

    Magda was very democratic. The performers supped with the other guests. This, though, was why she insisted on performers of the right class. Reginald sat at the middle of one of the long tables. Directly across from him sat–by design–the young actor, Geoffrey. Geoffrey had long, thick eyelashes, which he fluttered at Reginald across the table.

    Reginald fucked Geoffrey in a garden chair behind a banana tree in the conservatory while Mozart was being played in the Red Salon, with Edwin standing watch, the young man’s hunter green tights draped over an arm and dangling the cup from a hand.

    The young actor’s tail bone was resting forward on the edge of the seat, and his legs were hanging over either side arm. He was holding the back of Reginald’s head close to his chest as, crouched over him, Reginald savaged his nipples with his lips and teeth and pounded his ass with his cock. Sir Gerald’s son was grunting and moaning. He’d known they would fuck, but he had no idea the older man had such a big and thick cock, and such power in his sword work.

    When Reginald was finished with the young actor, he closed his fly, straightened his evening clothes, and came out from behind the banana tree. The actor remained slung in the chair, moaning quietly, legs still splayed–and he didn’t reappear for the third course.

    When Reginald emerged, he was somewhat surprised that Edwin wasn’t standing there. The tights and cup were hanging from a nearby branch.

    During the third course, Reginald picked out the young classical pianist who had played for the Soprano in the conservatory earlier. He’d also had this young man invited. Clarence Wright, a piano prodigy, didn’t come from the proper class. But he was all the rage in the concert halls this season, and he was a sultry blond, with a mass of curls, and watery blue eyes, that, Reginald thought, needed to be flooded with cum.

    Reginald caught the young man’s eyes. And Clarence, in turn, lifted his fork to his mouth, gave Reginald a saucy look, and made love to the fork with his mouth.

    When Reginald looked away, he saw Edwin, who was helping with the large crowd by working as a footman, mumble something to the head butler, Rufus, and slip from the room.

    The next time Rufus was serving him, Reginald looked up and whispered, “Is something wrong with Edwin?”

    Rufus looked sad and answered, in a mere whisper, “Edwin is passing, my lord. He has had an attack and has had to leave the room.”

    “Passing?”

    “Yes, my lord.”

    Rufus moved on, but at his next approach, he made Rufus lean down again.

    “I knew nothing of Edwin,” he murmured. “How long does he have?”

    “The doctor advises sometime before the new year, my lord.”

    Edwin arrived late at his master’s bedchamber that night.

    Reginald was already fucking Clarence. He was sitting on the foot of the bed, his purple dressing gown wide open. A naked Clarence was crouched on his lap, facing him, and fucking himself on Reginald’s cock. Shortly after Edwin entered the room and took up his usual station, Reginald changed the position, pressing on Clarence’s chest until the young pianist raised his legs to run up Reginald’s chest on either side. He arched his slim torso out and down toward the target, where his golden curls covered and brushed the tops of Reginald’s feet as Reginald grabbed the young man’s hips and pulled him on and off his cock until long after the pianist had ejaculated and Edwin had cleaned off his chest and belly with a napkin.

    “See the young man out, will you, Edwin. And then come back to me straight away.”

    “Yes, my lord.”

    Edwin guided Clarence to a side door, opening out onto the car park.

    “Did he like me? Will he call for me again?” Clarence asked in a breathy voice.

    “I think you did very well. If he wants you again, he will call for you.”

    “I had no idea he was so big.”

    When Edwin returned, Reginald was still sitting on the bed where Edwin had left him. He had been stroking his cock, but stopped with the valet returned. It was engorged again. Edwin leaned over him, removed the spent condom, and cleaned the area gently with a wetted cloth.

    “Another condom, I think, Edwin.”

    “Certainly, my lord,” Edwin said, moving toward the bureau and wondering where his master had another young piece of ass hiding and waiting for his cocking.

    “And a pair of silk gloves, if you will.”

    “Yes, my lord.”

    When he had rolled the new condom on Reginald’s cock and helped him put the gloves on, Edwin stepped back, ready to take up his usual position or to do anything else he was asked to do.

    He gave a little, involuntary cough, and Reginald looked up, concern showing in his face.

    “Now, if you will, take off your trousers and underdrawers and kneel on your knees on the carpet.”

    “My lord?” Edwin asked with surprise.

    “Did you not understand the instruction, Edwin?”

    “Yes, my lord.”

    “And lubricate yourself, please. But quickly.”

    Reginald fucked Edwin from behind like a dog, holding the valet’s hips with his gloved hands. Edwin knelt on all fours on the carpet below the bed. He yowled to the ceiling and let out a big fart as Reginald first bottomed in him.

    “Sorry, my lord.”

    But Reginald was laughing too large to hear him. Another thrust and another fart. Reginald laughed again, and then made a little game of bringing the gas out of the valet with the different pattern he gave his fucking.

    Edwin came and collapsed on the carpet, embarrassed but exhilarated at the same time. As Clarence said, the cock was big. Not just big, the cocking was magnificent. Much better than Rufus was able to give him.

    “Sorry, my lord,” he moaned.

    “Nothing of that,” Reginald responded. “You’ve been a good and faithful servant. And it’s Christmas. The time for giving. Please do your cleaning, and then you may retire for the night. And I hope you find rest. Take care of yourself.”

    “Yes, my lord,” Edwin said as he quickly cleaned up the evidence of the evening’s fuckings and withdrew. How strange, he thought, as he left. But, as the lord said, it is Christmas. And he was holding back. He didn’t use the bed, and he gloved his hands.

    The next night, as he was helping Lord Reginald prepare for the night, Edwin cleared his throat and said. “Lord Reginald . . .”

    “It’s another fucking you want, is it, son?” Reginald asked.

    Edwin was taken aback. He’d only been going to ask if the lord and countess were going into London for New Year’s Eve–just so he could start planning what clothes to make sure were ready for the visit.

    “Uh . . .”

    “Well, go fetch a condom and some lubricant–and the gloves.”

    This time both men stood, with Edwin bent over double, and clutching his ankles. When he came, Reginald didn’t stop pumping him.

    “Um, sir, I have come.”

    “Well, I haven’t yet, Edwin. I want to come this time.”

    Edwin racked it up to Reginald not having anyone else to fuck that night. But still, he had not come inside Edwin the previous night. This was the first time, Edwin was sure, that Lord Reginald had ever come inside one of his servants.

    * * * *

    “Master is acting differently toward me the last few days,” Edwin muttered to Rufus. “Do you have any idea what has come over him?”

    They were in Rufus’s bed. Edwin was not senior enough to room alone. Both were on their sides, with Edwin’s butt tucked into Rufus’s crotch and Rufus’s arm around his neck. Rufus’s cock was softening inside Edwin’s channel, and they were both calming their breath after a quick fuck for Rufus. He was still stroking Edwin’s cock, nowhere close yet to bringing the young man to climax.

    It had been an OK fuck, but nothing like Lord Reginald could do.

    “Ah, I’m afraid I told him you were ill. He surprised me by asking, and I answered straightforwardly without thinking.”

    “Ill?”

    “Yes. You left service in the dining room on the night of the Arts Dinner. Master asked why, and I told him of your flatulence–and that the doctors said it should pass before New Years.”

    “Pass? Did you say flatulence or something else. You were leaning over the dinner table. I can hardly think of you using that word at the dinner table.”

    “Well, no. I told him that you were passing.”

    Edwin snorted. Then he laughed.

    “Should I talk to him again.”

    “No, Rufus, please don’t. If he asks, tell him the truth as you know it. But no need to bother him with it again–unless he asks.”

    * * * *

    They were both standing on the carpet below the bed again. Reginald was fucking his valet from behind again, but this time he was holding him close, one hand on his belly and one on a pec. Edwin wrapped an arm around Reginald’s neck and pulled the master’s lips to his. Reginald was groaning and opening to the kiss. Edwin lifted his feet, one after the other and wrapped his legs around Reginald’s thighs, crossing his ankles under Reginald’s butt.

    Edwin took over the fucking, fucking himself on Reginald’s cock with the strength of his thigh muscles.

    Reginald scrabbled at his gloves, ripping them off, wanting to feel the flesh of the young man’s firm skin. One hand went to one of Edwin’s nipples; the other to Edwin’s cock.

    Edwin moaned for him and sucked on his tongue. Reginald moaned right back.

    They broke the kiss, but only long enough for Edwin to cough twice–little, pain-faced coughs–and to plead, “I feel so weak. It would be better on the bed. Or we could stop.”

    Reginald growled. He was in high heat. There would be no stopping.

    “And the condom. So rough. Please, can we . . .?”

    Edwin lay on his arched back, his hands gliding over the luxurious material of the bedspread, his legs raised and spread, as, knelt between his thighs, Reginald barebacked him in full fury, his lips sucking on Edwin’s nipples, not being able to get enough of his new lover’s sweet ass–completely oblivious to just how long they would be lovers.


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  • On the farm

    Growing up, my parents sent me to spend the summer with my grandfather and uncle on the family farm.  Grandpa had hoped that dad and Uncle Mike would take over the farm eventually but dad had no interest.  He was an up and coming corporate lawyer and on occasion handles criminal defense for important clients.  When grandpa passed away he still left the farm to dad and Uncle Mike in equal shares.  Dad knew that I loved the farm and had his part set up in a trust that would come to me on my twenty-first birthday making Uncle Mike and I equal partners.

    It was the summer between my junior and senior years of high school.  We had lost Mom to cancer and dad was now a state senator.  As usual I spent the summer at the farm. I drove up the day after school let out and was greeted by Uncle Mike and Rex, his foreman.   After the ‘hello’s’, Uncle Mike insisted that I drop the ‘Uncle’ and just call him Mike.

    The summer was awesome and Rex and I became closer than we had in the past.  Rex was in his early thirties and built like a steamroller; narrow hips,  muscular legs, perfect eight pack, large muscular chest and large muscular arms.  He was by no means over built; he was perfectly proportioned.  By the halfway point of my summer stay, I began to notice that Rex was looking at me more intently, but I didn’t think much of it.

    About two weeks before time to return home, one afternoon late, I began to look for Mike without success. As I entered the barn, I heard soft moans coming from the equipment room. Easing over to the door I peeked in through the slightly open door.  What I saw stunned me beyond belief.

    There stood Mike and Rex kissing passionately, both with their jeans around their boots and their cocks rock hard. As the kiss separated, Mike lowered himself to his knees and began sucking Rex’s long hard cock. I watched as my own cock began to stiffen.  I was surprised at the fact of seeing two men have sex was turning me on big time.  I could tell by his actions when Rex climaxed and to my amazement Mike swallowed his load.  As Mike stood they kissed again briefly before Rex knelt and sucked Mike’s cock to a similar climax.  I continued to watch as Rex swallowed.

    I eased away from the door and slipped between hay mounds and quickly jerked my own cock to a roaring climax.  Shortly after I finished and returned to the open area, Mike came out of the barn.

    “Hey, Mark, what’s up?” he asked. 

    “Not much,” I replied, not sure what else to say.

    Things went on as normal until the day before I left to return home.  Mike, Rex, and I had lunch together in the house and as we ate, I looked from one to the other not believing that each seemed to enjoy having a mans cock in his mouth.  Both were the perfect example of the masculine straight man.  After Rex excused himself and left, I told Mike that I needed to talk to him.

    “What’s on your mind, Mark?”

    “Mike, I’m not quite sure how to start, but I guess I’ll just blurt it out.  You’re gay aren’t you?’

    “What makes you ask that?”

    “A couple of weeks ago I happened to see  you and Rex in the barn and you and he were very passionate with each other and blew each other.”

    “Damn, Mark, I didn’t want you to find out, at least not that way., but yes , I am gay.  I have been since my early teens.”

    “Does dad know?”

    “Yes, he does, but please do not let him know that you know,” he asked.

    “I promise but I just find it so hard to believe that the two most masculine men I know are gay.  It blows my mind.”

    “Mark, we are just like every other person on this earth.  We bot love sex but in our case we just happen to enjoy sex with other men.  I hope you don’t hate us because of that fact.”

    “Hell no! How you live your life is your business.  You’re still my uncle and Rex is still one of my best friends.”

    Mike grabbed me and gave me a big hug. 

    The next morning, I returned home and my senior year soon began.  My best friend, Cory Sims, wanted to know all about my summer. It had always been his dream to spend time on a farm or ranch.

    I filled him in on me trip then said, “But before I left I got the shock of my life.”

    “What was that?” he asked. 

    I told him about what I had seen between Mike and Rex.  By the time I finished I noticed him adjusting his own stiff cock.

    “Did it make you uncomfortable to be around them knowing that they were gay?”

    “No, not at all.  The way Mike put it top me made me totally comfortable,” I said then told him what Mike had said.

    Cory and I were both on the football team and after practice or games when we showered, I noticed that at times he was checking out my cock.  The, to my surprise, I noticed myself checking out his and others.

    After football season ended he asked me to go to a concert out of town.  I agreed and he got a motel room which we shared the cost.  We went to the concert and when we checked into the room we found it had only one queen bed. We laughed and made jokes about it.

    After the concert ended we grabbed something to eat then returned to the room.  After we each showered, Cory, still with a towel around him, looked at me and asked, “Have you ever slept nude?”

    “No, but I hear it’s so much more comfortable.”
    “It is.  I’ve slept nude since I started high school.  You want to do it tonight?’

    “Sure, I guess it’s okay.  We’ve seen each other nude at school.”

    With that, Cory removed his towel and tossed it aside.  Moments later I did the same.  After some small talk, we both slipped into bed, turning the lights out.

    At some point during the night I woke up to feel Cory spooned in behind me, his hard cock laying in my ass crack and one hand slowly stroking my hard cock. 

    TO BE CONTINUED………….


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  • Just horsing around

    The door was jerked open and Seth ran out into the corridor wearing just his white briefs. He was laughing as he dodged one guy, then another as he ran down the corridor toward the bathroom. Brandon ran out after him wearing just his boxers, the plaid blue and green boxers tight fitting and short in length. He too was laughing as he gave pursuit.

    “You can’t out run me asshole” Brandon yelled down the corridor as he quickly closed in on Seth.

    “Watch it guys…Jesus…” one of the guys in the corridor uttered in exasperation as he stood tight to the wall letting Brandon ran past him. A couple of doors opened with heads peering around the jambs.

    “Damn, you guys are always fucking with each other” Tracy, one of the guys looking out of his room, said mockingly.

    Brandon closed in on Seth, was almost on him when he stepped wrong and felt himself falling forward. As he fell he reached out grabbing what he could and felt the soft fabric of Seth’s briefs in his fingers and he hung on to them tightly as he fell to the floor. The briefs slipped down Seth’s legs tangling them up making him fall forward too. Soon both of them were lying on the floor, laughing, Brandon holding up Seth’s briefs and Seth rolling over on his back, naked, his cock half hard from the stimulation, the excitement of the chase. Some of the other guys, in the corridor or looking out of their dorm rooms, just laughed at their antics, but some were made uneasy by Seth’s nakedness and the way the two of them lay on the floor. One guy was standing in the perfect position to look up the leg of Brandon’s boxers and see his balls lying at the opening nearly falling out and he looked away heading on to his dorm room, discomforted by the way Seth and Brandon horsed around and let their nakedness be on display.

    Seth and Brandon had been sharing a dorm room since last semester and at first they were reserved around each other, Brandon somewhat shy about being around another guy all the time, the way he could see Seth’s morning erection, the way Seth would openly tug on it or change clothes in the room without any modesty for Brandon grew up with three sisters, both older and younger and was therefore reserved about walking around in his underwear or changing clothes in front of someone.

    Seth was the youngest of three boys, outgoing, rambunctious and had been reserved with Brandon only to be nice, to not make him feel uncomfortable, without realizing his basic routines of changing clothes or just tugging on his morning erection to get it into a more comfortable position were enough to affect Brandon. Seth also knew he needed to be careful around Brandon for he didn’t know how Brandon would feel to know he was gay. He kept his sexuality a secret from the other guys, waiting to see how they responded to comments or events in the news about gay rights or someone famous coming out. Most of the guys he felt would either not care or would ignore him but it was Brandon, his roommate he worried about the most. He liked Brandon, his shy nature, his easy going manner and the way he turned his back to him to change clothes all the while wondering why. Brandon wasn’t muscled up, but he was naturally muscular, tall, lean, a true runner’s build which he did most mornings before class, running at least five miles. His skin was fair, a light tone which made his black hair stand out sharply, thick, wavy, always in need of cutting it seemed and it grew thick under Brandon’s arms and eventually Seth found out there was a small thick patch over his cock, but the rest of him was smooth, bare, making him look younger than his nineteen.

    Seth found Brandon’s smooth fair skin, so blemish free, attractive, an aspect of him alluring, for he was freckled, lightly across the cheeks and over his nose, some down his arms and across his shoulders and his skin tone, darker, an olive tone made them not as noticeable and he knew he had the boyish looks a lot of other guys found attractive, girls too, for they constantly hit on him in on campus, trying to get him to ask them out. His bright blonde hair added to his appearance, gave him a look that aligned with his outgoing nature, always laughing or cutting up. When the fall semester had begun and Brandon and he were just getting to know each other he had stood at the mirror he had placed the wall and looked at his reflection and then, over his shoulder, looked at Brandon, lying on his bunk, and compared their features, the way they were so similar in build, Seth slightly less muscular, his build leaner.

    For weeks Seth kept his distance, let Brandon have his space but near the middle of the term, mid-term exams coming up and both of them anxious about their studies, Seth had pulled out a bottle of vodka telling Brandon it was time to chill out for a while. He was surprised when Brandon told him it was a good idea and the two of them got drunk together for the first time. They started to pick on each other, a nudge, a poke, then a headlock, and eventually they were on the floor wrestling around, laughing and trash talking. Brandon seemed to lose his shyness, to open up and Seth pushed him. The next day Brandon retreated back into his shell but a few nights later Seth had him on the floor in a headlock. Seth wanted more, wanted Brandon to feel the way he did, but he took what he could get, this camaraderie, this rough housing around.

    For Brandon it was all new, this closeness to another guy, the way they could live in such tight quarters, and over time get use to seeing Seth changing clothes till he felt as comfortable doing likewise. Their wrestling became more frequent till guys on their floor joked about the way they were constantly roughing each other up. Scratches, bruises, and once Brandon accidently elbowed Seth in the face giving him a black eye.

    Now they lay in the corridor, Seth naked and Brandon holding up his briefs waving them like a flag with both of them laughing. Seth finally began to get up and he asked for his briefs back.

    “Oh hell no; the spoils of war” Brandon replied as he jumped up and ran for their room. Seth ran after him, followed him into their room, slamming the door shut. The other guys on the floor just shook their heads and continued on their way assuming it was the usual antics. But this time it was different.

    Brandon was trying to climb up on his upper bunk when Seth ran up to him, grabbed him around the waist and pulled him down. The landed on the floor, Brandon on top looking up at the ceiling, Seth’s arms around his waist and he could see Seth’s lower body between his legs. Seth’s cock was almost fully erect and Brandon felt his own arousal.

    “Let go” Brandon cried out, laughing as he held Seth’s briefs up out of reach.

    Seth rolled Brandon over on his stomach and climbed on his back. Seth held him down as he reached for his briefs.

    “Give them to me” Seth commanded and Brandon struggled to hold his arm outstretched with the briefs out of reach.

    “You can just go commando” Brandon replied.

    “You want me naked?” Seth replied and his laughing died down and he struggles lessened. Brandon fell still, breathing hard and he felt the weight of Seth on his back, the warmth of his body, and he felt Seth’s erection pressing down on his ass, pushing down between his cheeks.

    Seth let his head rest in the nap of Brandon’s neck and his hot breath blew on Brandon’s skin. Seth pulled his arms close hugging up to Brandon, arm against arm, chest against back, cock against ass and he let his lips touch Brandon’s neck, softly, gently, just a caress over the skin.

    “Seth…” Brandon whispered and he pushed his ass upward, pushed against Seth’s erection wanting to feel it against him. He brought his hands up and took Seth’s as he turned his head toward him.

    “You want me to stop” Seth uttered, his voice barely a whisper.

    “No.”

    Seth moved to Brandon’s mouth and brought their lips together as he ground his cock into Brandon’s ass, pushed against it feeling his cock swell up larger, his arousal grow. He kissed the back of Brandon’s neck and rose up, hovering just above Brandon’s body, and he reached down with one hand and tugged on Brandon’s boxers pulling them down. Brandon helped him, pushed them down his legs and worked each leg free till he too was naked. Seth eased down letting his cock rest between the cheeks of Brandon’s round fair skinned ass. He pushed it down between the cheeks, pushed forward with his hips and Brandon moaned beneath him. Seth kissed Brandon’s neck, his ear, tonguing it and he nipped the lobe.

    Brandon was so aroused, his erection trapped beneath him as he felt Seth on his back, Seth’s erection pushing down between his cheeks and it stirred something inside him, made him want more, made him want Seth inside him and he spread his legs and pushed his ass up. Seth felt his movement, felt the way he moved beneath him and he ground his cock down along the cleft between Brandon’s ass cheeks, probed him with it and when he felt Brandon push up, harder, he knew he was touching him there, his cock rubbing over it, the opening to Brandon’s hole. Seth held Brandon’s hands, held them down as he pushed with his hips, a determined thrust, and he breached the tight ring of Brandon’s hole penetrating him with the head of his cock.

    “OOOHHHhhhh…” Brandon cried out and his body quivered underneath Seth suddenly it grew hot, the skin slick with the beginnings of sweat on its surface and Seth used it, moved slickly over Brandon as he drove his cock slowly into him, inch by inch. Seth’s body undulated with is fuck, slowly at first, the thurst of his cock in Brandon, deeper and deeper till he was all the way inside him, the heat, the softness of Brandon’s hole enveloping his cock. Brandon moaned, whorishly, pushing his ass upward taking Seth, every inch feeling the way it filled him, stroked his desires.

    Seth eased up, holding his body up on outstretched arms and he began to drive his cock in a powerful fuck, hard, hips slapping down on ass, over and over, with Brandon grunting, begging for him to fuck him, to fuck him harder. Seth felt the tightness in his stomach every muscle constricted tight, his body heating up, sweating, aching with his exertions and he pounded his cock into Brandon till he felt cum surge through it, felt his cock swell up large, fat, sensitive to every move and he pumped his cum into Brandon, thick wads buried deep within his hole.

    Seth fell down on Brandon, both breathing hard, their bodies hot, slick with sweat. They lay like this for a while, until their breathing slowed, and Seth rolled over onto the floor letting Brandon roll over on his back. Brandon’s cock was hard, the head wet and slick, and Seth moved to it, held it up bringing his fist up the shaft milking it for more of the clear fluid pooling at the slit and he tongued it off, licked the head till it glistened with his spit and he moved his mouth over it and let Brandon’s cock sink into his mouth. Brandon inhaled hard as he pushed his hips upward, driving his cock into Seth mouth.

    “Oh…Seth…suck me…suck me…” Brandon uttered, his voice dying off as he laid back, eyes closed, his whole body focused on the sensation of Seth’s mouth on his cock. He was too close, ready to blow and he came quickly, pumping cum into Seth’s mouth, wad after wad, and he felt the way Seth swallowed it, sucked the cum from his cock till he was spent, and eventually he had to push Seth off his cock, too sensitive to take any more.

    ***

    For the guys on their floor not much was different from what they could tell. There was still the rough housing around, the laughter and silliness coming from Seth and Brandon’s dorm room but no one really noticed how Brandon was more comfortable naked, down in the bathroom or in their dorm room even with the door open. But they did notice the door was closed more often, that they could hear the muffled sounds of their foolishness through it, mostly in the evenings, the banging of furniture against a wall, the occasional cry out, the sniggering and they assumed it was the usual antics.

    But they were wrong.


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  • My first night with my hardcore assfucker Daddy

         It happened one night when I was in a bar sitting on a bar stool drinking and telling lies with friends from work.  What people like us did.  I wasn’t looking for anything and I was and am perfectly comfortable identifying as straight but would have to claim bi.  Yawn.

            I suddenly looked to the door and a guy walked in.  Holy fuck?!?!  Wait a minute you don’t think that way.  I knew he couldn’t be from where I was.  He was HOT!!  Great hair, nice clothes, very muscular not at all like the people around me.  I read him as from LA, San Francisco, Minneapolis or Chicago.  He looked me right in the eye, read me and gave me an evil smile and walked into the bar.  WOW!!  I immediately looked at myself and my friends in the mirror and they hadn’t noticed a thing.  I laughed about that.

          Then he was moving past me to get a drink and I could feel his junk against my leg.  Not even slightly hard but I could tell he was big.  With wide eyes I looked at him and he said, Hi, I’m Joe.  Weakly, Peter.  What are you doing tonight, Peter.  Just drinking with work friends.  Where do you work?  At an aircraft factory at the International.   You’re a pilot.  Yes.  That’s hot and he grabbed between my legs and I jumped.  Smiling evilly.  He was so fucking hot!!

          I finished my beer and he quickly finished his.  Let’s get out of here and he smiled and said let’s and walked to the door.   I followed behind him and as I got to the door I looked back and my friends hadn’t noticed me leaving.  They were drunk.  I laughed hard about that and as I got outside the bar he was standing in front of the door and came at me and shove me against the wall and mauled me with his mouth.  Then he made me straddle him and he dry fucked me.  Holy shit is this guy aggressive.  Cool.  Yes.

          I pushed him away and said where can we go?   Do you have a place?  I have nosy roommates.  Not true.  I should have gone to my place but I didn’t want to.   My mother is out of town for the night.  So, we can get it on in every room of your mother’s house?   If that’s what we’re going to do.  I hope so.  He laughed and said alright.  You have to drive.  I got dropped off.   So, you thought you would meet a guy.  No, but it’s nice to meet a hot guy.  I’m a hot guy?  Of course.   You’re totally hot.  Thank you.  He smiled at me normally.  I really wanted to see where the situation  was going.

            My car’s over there and we walked to it.  I used the remote lock to open my car and he got in the passenger side.  I got in and before I could get my belt on he was over the center console and was groping me and molesting my mouth with his tongue.  I was totally turned on.  I pushed him away and said let’s go where we’re going.  He laughed and gave me directions and it wasn’t far.  I drove there and parked on the street and the door was up a hill and stairs.  I jumped out and ran up the hill and was running up the stairs and he caught me and grabbed me really hard between my legs.  I made a noise not about pleasure.  I could see where it was going and I wanted to know more.  He was laughing.

          He unlocked the door and went in with me right behind him.   He went in and was standing in front of me.  He came at me and shoved down on my shoulders.  I was suddenly in my knees looking at his bulge and up into his eyes.  He grabbed me by my hair and twisted my head and said, see that belt?One was hanging over a chair.  Yes.  Want to be beaten with that belt?   No, Daddy.  Daddy.  You’re going to call me Daddy.  Yes, Daddy.  Well, if you’re not totally obedient, you’ll be beaten with that belt.  I’ll be so obedient.  You can do anything you want to me.  My answer will always be yes.  Good, cock whore.  You’ll get a chance to prove it.  All I want is a chance, Daddy.  Good to say, cock slut.  I smiled.

           Daddy grabbed my hair at the back of my head and pulled my head back so I could look into his eyes and he said are you ready to serve my cock?  Yes, Daddy and the rest of you too.  He smiled genuinely and said nice attitude, fuck toy.  I’m your fuck toy, Daddy.  Nobody else’s.  That’s right, fuck slut.  Mine.  Yours, Daddy.  I may just use you, tonight, ass cunt.  Wierd word, Daddy.  What cunt?  No, that word is cool just not mixed that way.  It’s creepy.  Alright, word policing cock slut.  Do you have any other rules?  I might have a couple.  You don’t make rules.  You follow mine, got it, fuck thing.   Yes, Daddy, I do.  We’re going to get along very well, sex toy.  Thank you, Daddy.  Nice respect fuck toy.

         He was still holding my hair and told me to get his cock hard through his Jeans and to only use my teeth.  Not anything else.  Yes, Daddy, only my teeth nothing else.  Good boy, bitch.  I think I love the degrading things you call me, Daddy.  You need to be degraded don’t you, fuck slut.  Yes, Daddy I do.  His cock and pants were wet with my spit.  Yanking my hair again now unbutton my jeans with only your teeth.  Nothing else.  Yes, Daddy, only my teeth.   Good cock slut.  Thank you, Daddy.  Now unzip my jeans with only your teeth.  Nothing else.  I know, Daddy only my teeth.  And nothing else.  I could see more of what he had but not enough.  He was just getting started.

          Now, pull my jeans down with only your teeth.  I know, Daddy, only my teeth.  Do it, CUNT!!!  Yes, Daddy.  Aren’t i being obedient, Daddy?  You’re doing a good job so far but if I decide to beat you for no reason you’re going to take it and deal with it.  Yes, Daddy, I’ll deal with it but I don’t want to, Daddy.  But if you beat my ass you can only whip my ass not my legs or back.  So, that’s rule number one.  You can have that rule.  Thank you, Daddy, I’ll be worth it.  I’ll be the judge of that, assfuckee.  You’re the assfucker, Dominant Daddy.  I’m for you to use as you see fit.   I have a feeling Im going to like using you a lot.  Do you have any other rules?  Only one.  Well, what is it, cunt.  No double penetration  not two cocks nor a cock and a sex toy.  Only one cock at a time.  So, I’m fucking you.  I sincerely hope so, Daddy.  If you’re good I will.  Be good, whore.  I will, dominant buttfucker Daddy.

         Now pull my jeans down with your teeth only.  Yes, assfucker Daddy.  Only with my teeth.  Do it.  I did and could then see more of what he had.  And it looked fantastic.  I wanted it badly.  I was going to be so obedient.  He wouldn’t know what to do with me.  But I knew he would.  I was afraid of that belt.   As I came around pulling  his jeans down his cock flopped out and hit me in the face like a club.  He was hard as a rock and I was totally impressed.  He was purple with a deeper purple head and veiny and mean looking.  I felt like he was talking to me.  You’re going to take me and I’ll hurt you but you’ll love every inch of me.  Yes, Sir Cock.  I’ll serve you and your owner really well.  I was gripping the base and I licked the head and tickled it.  He yelped, STOP THAT!!  IT’S TOO INTENSE!!!  Sorry, Daddy.  If I just suck it can I?  If you just suck it, yes.  But only if you just suck it.  No teeth with that.  I understand, Daddy.  Only sucking it.  No teeth.   Good cock whore, assfuck toy.  I can still see it.

           I took him into my mouth until I couldn’t take anymore and I stopped and asked him to help me.  How do I help you?  Daddy I want you to grab my head on each side and shove.  I need you to help me this time and I’ll be able to do it myself later.  I want to feel your huge, beautiful balls slapping my chin while you fuck my throat.   I can do that, dick sucker boy.  Yes, Daddy topman.  I took him back to where I had and stopped.  He laughed and leaned into me.  Just like with Tony I relaxed my throat and took his giant cock all the way down.  And it felt like it was never going to stop.  I looked at him with 11 inches of cock down my throat.  And he totally fucked my throat.  Pulling out an inch and  pounding in.  His saggy sexy balls were really slapping my chin as he used my thoat for his pleasure.  And I was in for the duration.

          But I really wanted him to drown me with cum.  He was moaning and said your throat is gripping my cock good, buttfuck toy.  You’re gonna make me cum hard, fucking assfuck toy!!  I’m fucking your throat like I’m going to fuck your ass.  Deep and hard.  And you love it don’t you.  UUMMMM.  That’s one noise.  Perfect.  I really like using you, fuckthing.   UMMM.  Good cock whore.  Pull out and speak.  Fuck yes, Daddy.  You’re using me so good, strong dominant topman Daddy.  Can I kiss you, Daddy?   Please do, cocksucker bottom bitch.  How long will it take you to get hard again?  10-20 minutes.  Go away and I’ll get myself ready with that lube and vibrator.  When you come back you’ll find me ready for your massive dick.  My ass needs to get fucked hard, Daddy.  Be ready, asswhore and he left.

           I very quickly got my ass ready with three fingers and fucked myself as hard as I could and within 15 minutes he was back and annoyed he swatted my hands aside and fucked me with the vibrator harder than I had.  Daddy, please, your cock.  My cock is bigger.  Yeah, but Daddy, your cock is cock and that vibrator is plastic.  Pleeeeaaaasse, Daddy your cock?  Alright, cock slut, you’ve been very obedient so you deserve my cock.  With that he lubed his cock and yanked the vibrator out and shoved his cock in roughly.  My face was in a pillow and I screamed into it loudly.  Then like with To y it felt absolutely awesome.  And I had 11 inches of monster dick in my asshole.  I have so much dick in my asshole, Daddy topman!!!  You need my cock in your ass don’t you?

           Your cock takes over my whole body, brutal degrading Daddy assfucker.  FUCK YOU!!!  Take my cock, worthless assfuck.  Beddy bye now.  More later.


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  • Used but not quite abused

    I was cleaning up at the gym after working out. As I undressed in the locker room, I couldn’t help noticing the guy using the locker across from me. He had one of the most beautiful cocks I’d ever seen. He was hung like a horse with a beautiful skin tone, uncut and shaved. I had a moment where nothing else in the room existed except for me and that beautiful penis. He caught me staring and that made him smile. I could guess I was not the first to have admired his manhood and he was probably used to having people stare with a lustful gaze.

    I moved on to the shower area and took residence in the last stall. I was wetting my hair down when I heard the shower door open. This happened regularly at the club because the glass was not see-through and you didn’t know if the shower was occupied until you looked inside. I ignored the interruption as I massaged shampoo into my hair.

    After I heard the shower door close again, I tilted my head back to rinse off. I began to realize there was someone in the shower with me. A moment later I felt hands lightly caressing my ass and a huge, very hard penis sliding between my legs. I felt our pelvises connect as my new friend drew me close with a powerful tug. I couldn’t open my eyes because of the shampoo, but I could guess it was the stud with that gorgeous cock I had just been admiring in the locker room.

    My erection was immediate as my brain registered that I was about to fuck this stallion in such a public place. As I rinsed the shampoo from my eyes and hair, I could feel his cock lightly stroking back and forth beneath my crotch and balls. I moved my legs together so that my thighs would caress his manhood as he teased me with his magnificent cock. God I was hard! As I grabbed his rock hard ass cheeks I felt his incredible strength as his body tightened. While I usually prefer to top, I knew I would willingly be this stud’s bottom and I heard myself say, “Take me! Make me yours, but be gentle. You’re far more man than I’ve ever had.”

    And with that, he turned me around and I grabbed the wall. I could feel the water running down my back and into the cleavage of my ass. I heard him draw some soap from the dispenser and I parted my legs in anticipation of what was to come next. He lathered the soap against my anus and I felt one of his fingers slip inside me. As he playfully explored my inner sanctum, he carefully added a second digit. Then he said, “When I saw how turned on you were in the locker room, I knew I had to have you. I promise I’ll be gentle.”

    He was rocking back and forth sliding his cock against my crotch as he continued to manually loosen me up. I felt so sexy knowing how hard I’d made him. My body shuddered in anticipation because I knew he would not be denied. This was going to hurt, but I really wanted this man to take me. I wanted to release the feminine side of my sexuality. I wanted to feel the power of his cock driving ever-deeper into me probing for the ultimate release of his loins. I could tell there was nothing he wanted more than to fuck me right then and I wanted nothing more than to take all of him inside of me.

    He had worked up to a 3-finger anal massage before he withdrew his hand and I felt the tip of that beautiful cock throbbing dead center on my bulls eye. He started to push gently and I steeled myself to take his girth. As I felt the head of his penis enter me, I couldn’t help but let out a grown. He shushed me reminding me that others were around and we had to be quiet. His rhythmic motions gave me a chance to open myself a bit more with each stroke. I whispered, “Fuck me you stud. I don’t want you to leave anything behind. Give it all to me…your cock, your strength, your pent-up stress and your lust. I want to feel it all!”

    With the next thrust, his entire body shuddered and I winced as he drove himself deeper inside of me. I just imagined what we looked like in that shower, me grabbing the wall with his manhood penetrating my ass. I pushed outward against his thrusts and my anal muscles slowly let his massive cock pass through. I tried to remain quiet as I felt him slide ever-farther inside me. With a few more strokes and my pushing, I finally felt his pelvis pressed firmly against my ass. I was in pain but I didn’t care. He said, “Oh my God, you’ve got it all! Are you ready for the ride of your life?” I answered, “Fuck me, Fuck Me, FUCK ME!”

    And then he grabbed my hips for balance as he started to pound against me with unbelievable strength and speed. I pictured his rock hard penis impaling me like a jackhammer as I greedily drew him inside. I was all his and he knew it. My desire to please this man was being erotically fulfilled in ways I’d only fantasized about.

    Then I heard and felt his animal lust beginning to erupt from deep within his loins. His rhythmic movements became convulsive as he let loose inside of me with a rushing torrent of cum that could have repopulated the world. I couldn’t believe that this sexy dude wanted me and I knew this would be an experience I’d never forget.

    He let his shrinking cock rest inside me for a time. As he withdrew, I felt his essence run down my legs and I knew he was done with me. Then he quickly rinsed off and left me exhausted and leaning against the wall with the water still running down my back. I turned around and started stroking myself to relieve the sexual pressure that remained. I had thoroughly satisfied my female side, but my own cock was not to be denied. In less than a minute I spurted a load of cum against the shower wall with a force that surprised me. I always knew I liked men, but always as a top. I had not enjoyed being a bottom before. I knew if I could connect with that stud again, I’d be his bottom forever more.

  • Gorgeous Italian Hunk Gave Me My Best Sex Ever

    MY FIRST NIGHT OF SEX WITH GINO, THE HOT ITALIAN LOVER

    Gino’s Profile

    He is the typical very hot handsome and dark tanned Italian lover. He stands 6-feet and 2-inches with coal black wavy hair; deep brown eyes; rock hard athletic muscled body; weighs 210 pounds; rock hard arms with huge ribbed biceps and lined veins down his arms; flat ribbed chest and stomach; large protruding men’s breasts that look like a woman’s breasts; big hard nipples; very large legs and thick thighs; and an awesome10-inch cut cock with a very thick shaft and large low hanging balls.

    He was 25-years-of-age at the time of our first sexual encounter.

    My Profile–Borg

    I am of Swedish decent featuring short blond hair; light blue eyes; stand 5-feet and 9-inches; weight 158 pounds; light skin with a hairless chest, stomach and legs; muscled body from four years in high school and four years in college as a varsity wrestler; and an 8-inch cock with a thick shaft.

    I was 22-years-of-age at the time of my first sex with Gino.

    When we got to my condo, Gino kept me company as I prepared our dinner consisting of the pre-meal shrimp cocktail. The dinner included a green salad, main course of baked salmon, baked potato, mixed vegetables, sliced tomatoes and hot chocolate cake.

    The preparation and dinner took 90 minutes. We spent the entire time getting to know each other. I discovered that Gino was a black belt and that he also had been a college football center. We also learned that we both belonged to a national gay organization.

    I personally had become horny as hell. I wanted this hunk to fuck me senseless. It was at this point that we consumed a couple more glasses of wine as the conversation turned to sex. I would do anything to have sex with this incredible hunk. My cock was aching for relief from my pants. I also noticed as we discussed sex that Gino had developed a huge protruding bulge in his hot black silk tuxedo pants that he was still wearing from the wedding. There are not adequate adjectives to describe how hot he looked in that tuxedo. The hard on pushed his pants out until it looked like a flag pole. Man it looked big. If you guys could have seen this scene, I guarantee you that not only would have gotten rock hard but you would have done anything to get fucked by Gino. I hope you are getting real hard just reading this story about big Gino.

    I was dressed in a very nice pair of black pants, white shirt, a red tie and black dress shoes. I was not bad looking either at this point and could turn a few heads of horny gay guys.

    As we left the dinning room and went into my den, my swollen cock had formed a big tent in my pants.

    “Borg, look at our bulges. We both are steel hard.”

    He rushed up and grabbed me putting his hands on my back. He began to separate my lips with his hot tongue and soon he drove his tongue deep into my throat. We engaged in a long series of of steamy hot sloppy kisses as our crotches drove into each other. I could feel our stone hard cocks banging against each other. Our embrace became very tight. We began to hump as lust had become our master. Soon we both had developed wet spots or rings of pre-cum in our shorts and leaking onto our pants. I could feel the thrill of wet cum on my clothes. The air was filled with man odors. We had become a wet mess yet still dressed.

    It had become clear as I had hoped that I had become Gino’s bitch at least for the night. He took total charge of me and what would happen to me for the evening. I’d never been so dominated by a more handsome and rough stud. I just decided to relax and go with the flow. I wanted him to devour me. I gave myself to this sex machine. This hot Italian obviously loved ruff sex and I was his willing bitch. He would use his football and black belt experiences to show me what a real man was like, he was ready and I was ready.

    After some 10 minutes of the wildest kissing and humping while we stood in the middle of the room, Gino lifted me up into his huge arms, carried me over to one of my large sofas, threw me on the sofa on my back, jumped hard on top of me, jerked hard as he put my legs and feet on his lower back and drove his very wet crotch deep into my crotch. He began the roughest humping I had ever experienced. He dry humped me with one hard thrust after hard thrust. I just held on for the ride. He breathed hard directly into my face and once again parted my lips with his wet tongue. I gladly let him drive that sweet tongue deep into my mouth. This nasty stud began spitting gobs of spit in my mouth. He was a nasty dude when he was in lust for man sex. This sexual position lasted until we both were near coming.

    Then my hot Italian lover got up, took off all his clothes and then ripped off my clothes until we both were stark naked. Man he looked so delicious. He took me in his strong arms facing him. He used his herculean body to lift my wet crotch up to his mouth, put his big hands on my butt cheeks and began swallowing my aching cock down his throat. WOW, I’d never been in this position before. It was blazing hot. I used my smaller hands to hold on tight tot eh back of his huge muscled neck. He gave me the blowjob of my young life.

    He used his strong hands to continually force my bubble ass cheeks forward as my cock went down his slick throat, back out and back in over and over. He seemed to have gallons of saliva that kept my cock so wet as he sucked on it. Finally, I could not control my cock muscles or the trigger device that released a huge load of warm cum from my balls. I shot load after load of my salty cum in his throat.

    When I was spent, he pulled off my cock and dumped part of my cum out of his mouth onto my crotch and pubic hair. I felt the warm cum as it coated my pubic hairs together.

    Next he put me down on the carpet on my back, lowered his face onto my face and began to kiss me. He seemed so gentle at this point and even romantic. It was so wonderful.

    Gino stood up with his tan body and huge cock standing above my now limp body stretched out on the carpet as I glared up at this gorgeous man and his Greek looking body. I became dizzy with lust when his cock started to leak drops of pre-cum onto my face. The taste and smell were intoxicating despite the fact that I had just shot a big load of my seed down his throat. He was so handsome that I felt lie I could shoot another load any second. He could cause me to come many times was my thought.

    Gino picked me up and placed me on top of my pool table on my back, lifted my legs and feet up to my chest and had me hold them there. H pulled my ass over the edge of the pool table, got down on his knees and began spitting his goo into my ass. He used his large fingers to drive his saliva deep into my man pussy. After driving one and then two fingers deep into my ass and hitting my prostate, he opened my ass wider and wider preparing my ass for his huge cock. Ever thing he did to me was so rough. I loved it. Next he used his tongue to lick and rim my ass. Man, his tongue was rough but so cool.

    “Hell, please eat my ass. Eat me, eat me. Give me your tongue. Hell, oh shit, this is so hot.”

    He finger fucked me some more and then the nasty dude had me suck his fingers and taste the man juices. He was beyond anything I had ever experienced. But I was his willing bitch. I did whatever he demanded. I was hot again.

    After 20 minutes of playing and devouring my ass with his tongue and fingers, I felt the tip of his big cock push up against my asshole and the entrance to my pussy. I knew he was ready to breed me. Before long, I felt his huge cock head part my outer ass ring inch by inch as he drove all the way in until his balls were up tight against my flesh. He began to fuck me with the force of his entire athletic body. It was the roughest man on man sex possible. The pool table was shaking and looked like it might crash.

    I loved the feel of his huge tool filling ever corner of my ass. I moaned and groaned, as did Gino from the flesh on flesh of his cock and my ass walls rubbing against each other. The feel was like nothing I had ever experienced before. He fucked and fucked me for the longest time. He used an increasing speed to drill his cock to the depth of my enter ass. He was magic at how he could move his cock around to ever spot in my pussy. He actually used his cock to massage my entire ass. It was so arousing that I became rock hard again.

    Then all at once I felt his cock become steel hard in my ass, his thrust became harder and his breathing increased until I felt a river of wet seed erupt deep in my ass. The feel of his warm cum caused me to blast a second load of cum without touching my cock. I shot such a blast of my cum that it splattered all over Gino’s chest. The feel of my cum on his chest drove him wild as he continued to pump my ass with his cock for several more seconds. The smell of cum was so erotic and lustful. Man, this was the best sex.

    When he was finally drained, he pulled out and began to suck my cock to make sure I was drained of the milk. He pulled me off the pool table and I used my tongue to clean his chest of my load of cum. We kissed and savored all that cum.

    We took a long break, showered and watched an xxx gay video. We then went to bed where we spent the rest of the night rimming ass, sucking cock and he fucked me twice more before morning.

    We agreed that we would get together a least once a week for wild sex with me of course as his bitch. Gino was a man’s man in all respects. I loved his body and especially his tanned or dark hard cock with the very sweet and salty cum.

    Gino made it clear that I was his bitch and he would drill my man pussy with his big cock; but I’d never get t fuck him. He was the man and I was the bitch. That was just fine with me.

    We would give each other blow jobs but only his cock would breed me. His ass would remain a virgin ass.

    “Borg from now on I’m your only lover. No other cock is allowed near you. You are my bitch and belong to me. You understand that all those other cocks you have had are now off limits.”

    “Oh fuck yea Gino. I only want you and your cock. I don’t need any one but you. You know how to satisfy your bitch. I’m all yours anytime you need me.”

  • Hotel Steam

    The night was very quiet at the Hilton Inn hotel here in Chicago as I decided  to head down to the Steam room to get a good steam. The time was around 9 pm as I was sitting all alone in the room before I saw the door open slowly, I had my back to the wall with my legs stretch out on the tile bench as this Brute of a man came in and sat across from me. He told me his name was Ed and he was a firemen from Iowa here at a conference, I then told him that my name was Colt and I am here on business with a Bank. Ed had a great body, He stood about 5’11 weigh around 165 and had a nice hairy chest and a well trim moustache and look real hot in his blue speedo that he was wearing. I felt real horny by now as he was starring at my crotch as I was rubbing myself, Hey Colt do you fool around with guys ? ” Yes I do Ed ” I reply back to him. He then slowly came over and started to kiss me on my wet lips. 

    The kiss lasted a good 2 minutes as I was now rubbing his nice semi hard bulge he had, I told him to climb onto the top bench and spread his legs so I can blow him. My lips are now on his nice 7 cut cock slurping up all his pre cum that was pouring out, More he was moaning as my mouth was in full motion going up and down slowly on his nice shaft, I suck him for a good 5 minutes before we switch positions and he was now working my cock real good and hard with his moustache mouth.It only took around 3 minutes as I shot a huge hot load of my juice all down his throat. ” Fuck Colt that was nice ” He told me ! I then invited him back up to my room for a drink before we went to shower off our sweaty bodies.

    I heard a knock on my door a good hour later, ” Come on in Ed ” As he gave me a huge smile and walk over to the table by the window. My cock got hard right away as he was now wearing his tight UnderArmour Track Suit, The beer were going down real good now before we went over to the bed.I then help him take off his Track Suit as he was now standing there in his Powder Blue Jockey Pouch Briefs along with the same colour t-shirt that matches it. I felt his hand pull off my underwear as he was pouring massaged oil all over both of our bodies. He then pull his cock through his brief hole and pull my legs over his hairy shoulder. I then gasp a few times as I felt his hard cock go slowly  up my tight hairy hole. It took about 1 minute until he was all the way inside me. ” Fuck me Ed ” I yell at him before he got into full throttle. His huge balls are slapping my tight hole as the smell of his Brute aftershave was pouring off his sweaty hairy chest . The fuck lasted a good 15 minutes as he shot off 2 loads at once inside my hairy hole. ” Fuck that was fucking hot dude ” That came from his deep raspy voice as I gave him a huge smile. The both of us got up and went into the washroom to shower and got clean up before he had to go.  We then hug each other before he walk out the door.

    The Alarm went off at 7 30 am as I got up to order some room service for breakfast. My good the eggs,bacon, toast and  coffee tasted great as I heard a knock at the door. My God it was Ed with 2 other fireman all in their gear before I invited them all in.  I thought this is a dream seeing all these 3 firemen who are in their middle ages started kissing and playing with each other, ” Colt come and join us ” Ed yell at me as I was still in shock form it all. The orgy was wild as I fuck my very first firemen good and hard, I first ate his hairy hole and lick his hot juice for a good 5 minuted. Ed then help me guided my dick into his very tight hole as he was screaming with sexual passion. I then fuck him good for about 5 min before I went over to 69 with the Fire Chief. The Fire chief  was around 60 plus with salt and pepper hair, greyish moustache , nice firm lips and a hairy body that look like  he is in his 40’s. We begin to 69 each other on the bed as his nice 7 inch uncut cut was nicely rap around my mouth and lips. I can hear him groan as I was now deep throating him all the way down  his shaft to his hairy balls. I then watch him shoot off his load all over my mouth and moustache as the rest hit the back of my throat, His semen tasted very sweet with no harsh taste at all in it. I then watch everyone get dress before they all headed out the door of my room. Captain John was the last one to leave my room before he gave me a very sexy smile.

    The time was around 2 pm when I ran into the Captain John over at the pub around the corner from the Hotel, We had a great chat before he invited back to his room for some more fun. His room was on the floor 20 over looking the westside of Lake Michigan. We then both undress each other before we got onto the bed. He then began to fuck me good and easy as my ass took his huge cock with no pain at all. Captain John knew how to fuck a men hole very well from the way he was thrusting me good and hard. I was not sitting on his huge cock moving up and down and pulling on his erected nibbles at the same time. ” Fuck Colt you feel good dude ” He shouted at me several times as his whole body was sweating like buckets. He then began to fuck me in the missionary style position long and hard with huge stokes from his cock ” Fuck Colt I am close , Fuck Colt I am close dude ” He was screaming as he was getting ready to dump his hot load inside of me. He then began to pull out of me very fast as he started to shoot off his white load of cum all over my hairy chest and hard nibbles. I watch him collapse on the bed before I went over to lick the rest of his white cum up that was left on his still hard cock.  We then got up to head over to the shower to get all clean up. The shower felt great as Captain John was on his knees in the tub giving myself a nice blow job during the shower that we are having. I shot 2 loads off at once all down his greyish bristle moustache mouth. My God that was hot Colt he told me as we got dress before we headed out the door.

    It was about 2 days later that I never see or here from Captain John again, I take it that the conference was all over and they went back home and to their wives. It had been well over a month since the Chicago trip before I got e-mail from Captain John telling me all about the great time he had with me and would like to see me again in the future. I then wrote him that I well be going alone to a fishing lodge in Canada around April and he is welcome to join for that weekend. He then wrote back to me giving me a date and time in April were he can join me.  

    Part 2 to follow 


  • Bought with a Tux

    I assumed that Christmas of 1977 was going to be a bust for me anyway, so when the Bangkok office chief asked for a volunteer to go on temporary duty–TDY–to Tokyo over the Christmas and New Year’s holiday to cover for the leaves of the bureau chief and deputy there, I said, “Why not?” My family was flying back to the States for December because my wife insisted that the children shouldn’t miss out by never having seen snow.

    I decided it would be just as well if I wasn’t in Bangkok alone for the last two weeks in December anyway. I was becoming jaded and obsessive enough about the wild male-male sex life I’d fallen into with my family nearby. Who knows how I’d survive if I was in the city of sin and “anything goes” all by myself for an extended time? I was looking at my thirtieth birthday eight months hence, and I’d been finding myself overindulging in the sex already, having found the man sex only recently and fearing that I didn’t have much time left to “experience it all.”

    I’d heard that Tokyo was straitlaced and steady–glittery and provocative on the outside, but dull and staid right under the surface. After a few days there, though–alone and just going back and forth between my digs at the New Japan Hotel in Akasaka and the office in the Old Manchurian Railway Building–I was getting itchy and randy and was beginning to feel oh so sorry for myself.

    After closing down the office on Christmas Eve, I found myself walking the streets of the Akasaka entertainment district, not wanting to go back to my hotel. The New Japan was considered the epitome of innovative hotel accommodation for business travelers at the time. The rooms were small, but included everything a visitor to Tokyo could want. This was accomplished by having the entire interior of the room outfitted with one, continuous, swirl of plastic modular unit. This concept came back to bite the designers in the posterior five years after I stayed there when the hotel went up in flames, killing thirty-two hotel guests who couldn’t get out of their oh-so-snug flaming and melting environment.

    A Christmas Eve stroll through the entertainment district was more depressing than uplifting. The city was swathed in the tackiest of Christmas decorations.The spirit was there, but the understanding wasn’t. The Japanese, few of whom were either Christians or Westernized at that time, hadn’t quite caught onto what the season was all about–or maybe they had caught on too well. It was highly commercialized, blatantly “buy me”–and the more garish and flimsy the better. There were the days when “Made in Japan” was just recovering from drawing sniggers and comedians’ jokes.

    I found myself drifting into a small bar in the basement of a high-rise office building for just one drink and a bit of warmth. It had been threatening snow since I’d arrived in Tokyo, but nothing in that way had happened yet. Christmas wouldn’t be a holiday for me here, so I couldn’t get drunk. Our offices were open every day of the year. Christmas Day would just be another working day with all of the American staff off on vacation and me left to smile, bob my head, and give little bows to the Japanese staff, trying more to stay out of their way and to try not to explode the coffee and tea pots that I couldn’t figure out how to use.

    At least the bureau deputy chief would be back on duty on the 26th to give me two days off before he took leave again.

    The bar was dark and smoke-filled, with only the backlit bar, painted in luminous red, distinctive when I entered the room. That was OK with me. It was only the bar I was interested in. I mounted a stool at the far end of the bar and ordered a scotch on the rocks.

    When the bartender delivered it, he asked me in broken English, after his German didn’t work (are all Nordic blonds assumed to be German?), “New to this territory?”

    Somewhat perplexed, I answered, “Just in Tokyo for a short time.”

    The bartender, wearing no shirt, just a vest, and quite a display of colorful tattoos in some sort of swirling Oriental motif, smiled, winked at me, and moved back down toward the other end of the bar to freshen the drinks of two young Japanese men who had their heads together.

    I was halfway to the bottom of the glass, nursing it but contemplating having another one, when a deep voice cut through my glooming thoughts from my left-hand side. “You are about finished with your drink. May I buy you another?”

    I turned toward the sound of the voice, the words spoken in English with pure diction that told me immediately that it wouldn’t be an American. I found I was looking at a handsome Japanese man in a well-tailored navy-blue pinstripe suit of obviously expensive material. He was tall for a Japanese–at least the ones I’d met–and muscular, but slim waisted. He wore the suit well–casual elegance. He appeared to be maybe three or four years younger than I was. Wavy dark hair and an easy smile. In Bangkok, if he’d been after a hookup with me, he would have gotten one.

    “If you wish,” I answered him. I drained my glass and lifted it so that the bartender could see that I was ready for a refill. The Japanese man ordered a scotch too, and I smiled when he ordered a brand much better and more expensive than I had. When the drinks came, though, mine obviously was watered down–which should have given me a clue faster than it did. I hadn’t been in the sex-for-pay scene in Bangkok, though.

    The young man didn’t sit on the stool beside me but, rather, sidled up to the bar next to me, his side to the rest of the room, facing me.

    “You have no engagement for Christmas Eve?” he asked.

    “No,”I answered. “Just this one drink and then back to where I’m staying.”

    “And tomorrow. Christmas Day. Are you engaged then?”

    “Just during the day,” I said. “Work. It’s a dull Christmas for me, I’m afraid.”

    “It needn’t be,” he said. I had taken a cigarette out of pack I had laying on the bar top, and he smoothly pulled a lighter from his pocket and flicked a flame for me. I reached over and held his hand steady while I leaned down into the light. When he closed the lighter, his hand came down to my hip, still holding the lighter. It all seemed to be such a natural movement, but my antenna went up, and I realized that he was trying to make me.

    Maybe there was some hope for Christmas after all, I thought.

    “It needn’t be dull,” he repeated. “My name is Riyoshi. Riyoshi Saito. I represent Mr. Tanaka. He is interested in buying some of your time.”

    That confused me. Buying my time. Representing someone else. “Mr. Tanaka?”I asked, not bothering to conceal my confusion.

    Saito smiled. “Yes. Mr. Tanaka. Sadao Tanaka is sitting at the table over there.He finds you attractive and would like to buy some of your time. Not with money, of course. That is illegal, even in here. But with a present, one that you can use. It’s Christmas after all; nothing illegal about the two of you exchanging presents to mark the day.”

    “Mr.Tanaka wants to buy my time?” I asked, I looked over at the table Saito had gestured toward, where there was a late-middle-aged man, elegantly dressed, but more the size of a Japanese man that I envisioned the race to be. He was sitting sideways to the table, legs spread, bent forward with his elbows on his knees and his hands resting on the head of a cane propped on the floor between his feet. He was smiling at me and nodding his head.

    “Yes.Do you own a tuxedo? Mr. Tanaka would like to take you to the theater tomorrow evening and engage you for the night.”

    Then it dawned on me–even the initial question the bartender had asked me and the hooded look he’d given me before moving down the bar. I was sitting on the stool where the male prostitutes sat to drum up business. I was being taken for a male whore, plying my trade in this bar, which obviously was a gay bar.

    I almost laughed out loud. I had obliquely hinted for days around the office for information on where the gay bars were within walking distance of the office and my hotel and no one had known what I was asking–or they had pretended not to understand. And the first bar I just drifted into because it was there and I was thirsty and feeling sorry for myself was a gay bar.

    I had been mistaken for a male whore–evidenced by my watered down drink. The bar was taking its fee off the top, charging Saito for expensive scotch but not giving me full measure. And this Tanaka person wanted to buy my body for Christmas. Well, why the hell not? I thought–although I’d much prefer going with this handsome Saito guy than the old guy sitting over at the table. But then, maybe it could be a two for one.

    “I’m afraid I don’t have a tux in Tokyo with me,” I answered. And indeed I didn’t. There had seemed no need to bring one if my time was going to be taken up with babysitting an office.

    “Well, then, perhaps that could be the exchange for using your . . . time,” Saito said in the smooth-as-silk voice of his. “We could use just a bit of your time this evening getting you measured for a tuxedo–of the best material and cut, I can assure you. You could wear it for Mr. Tanaka tomorrow, and then you could keep it. Mr. Tanaka would give you a Christmas gift and you would give him one in return.”

    Why the hell not? I thought. But what I said was, “Yes, that would be acceptable.”

    I didn’t see a decent suit being whipped up overnight, but a sexual adventure–even with an elderly pip-squeak of a man–would be more interesting than the alternatives I could see.

    ** * *

    I had no idea that Saito wasn’t shitting me about getting measured on Christmas Eve evening for a tux to wear on Christmas day, but, sure enough, a grossly hunched-over old man was opening a tailor shop on a narrow street in Roppongi, off the main drag of nightclubs but still in the district of Mr. Tanaka’s apartment house, when we pulled up outside.

    There had been a large, black Cressida sedan waiting at the curb when we left the bar. Cressida at the time was the top of the Toyota line and the interior approached that of a limousine. Saito sat in front with the chauffeur, while I sat in back with Tanaka. I expected some hanky-panky as we drove, and the older man did draw close to me and give me a feel here and there to get the measure of my musculature and package, but then he sat back into his seat and nodded to the rearview mirror, where I could see Saito’s eyes reflected.

    I guess I passed muster, as the sedan drove on without burping me out onto the sidewalk, leaving Tanaka off in front of a high-rise building, where he must have been known and revered from the immediate appearance of two doormen to help him out of the car and into the building.

    The Cressida continued on to the tailor shop, which obviously was open only for our needs. I gave Saito a quizzical look when we entered the shop and stood there as the gnarled little man bustled around, turning enough lights on to illuminate his work area. Saito shrugged and said, “Mr. Tanaka owns many businesses.”

    It was a miracle–and real entertainment; I can even say making this Christmas Eve special–what the hunched-over little man could do in an hour of measuring;free-hand cutting of top-quality, light-weight wool gabardine fabric on a large wooden table; and pinning of slabs of material to my frame as I stood, legs spread and arms held out full length. Throughout, Riyoshi Saito stood off to the side, a slight smile on his face, watching me.

    I watched him too. This little adventure would be extra special, I thought, if it was Saito who was buying my Christmas and not Mr. Tanaka, no matter how generous the old man was. I could tell from watching Saito watching me, that he was as interested in me as I was in him.

    Afterward he asked me, “Have you eaten?” and when I said I hadn’t had my evening meal, he took to me a noodle restaurant–more of a sidewalk stand than a restaurant–where we sat on stools right on the sidewalk at a counter in front of a store front and ate ramen noodles and drank sake. We quickly found common ground on admiring and collecting Japanese woodblock prints of the early twentieth-century Shin-hanga period, and he told me of his collection and I told him of mine. Art work aside, I was aching to show him “mine” and to get the measure of “his,” and I had the feeling from his brief touching of my arm with his fingers and embarrassed drawing away that he felt the same. But he made no overtures, and after the meal was over, he remained on the sidewalk and let the chauffeur drive me back to the New Japan.

    “I will come to your hotel with the finished tuxedo at 6:30 in the evening tomorrow,” he told me in parting. “Mr. Tanaka will take you to the theater and then dinner. And then afterward . . . have you experienced the Japanese art of Beautiful Bondage?”

    “No I haven’t,” I answered.

    “Ah.You may want to look that up before tomorrow evening,” he answered, as the Cressida pulled away from the curb.

    Christmas Day was such a mad house in the office, though, that I didn’t have a chance to look that term up.

    ** * *

    “You look perfection itself. Does it fit? Is it comfortable enough?”

    “Yes and yes,” I answered Riyoshi. “It’s all quite divine . . . and a miracle. I never knew you could get a custom-made suit of such quality made overnight.”

    “Then you must visit Hong Kong or Bangkok,” Saito said. He was sitting on the plastic modular-frame bed and watching me dress, just a few feet away from him because of the compact size the hotel room. I had made sure I’d stripped all the way down to give him a good look–and, I confess, to give him an opportunity to make a bid of his own, which I would have promptly accepted.Time was short now, but perhaps a sample, with a promise of “later,”would tame the raging hard I had from having him so near me in a small hotel room with a bed while I dressed. I could clearly see the tenting of his trousers as well.

    But he stayed true to my price having been paid for his employer’s enjoyment, rather than his, and contented himself with drinking in the visage of my body, which I was quite proud of in those days–and had every right to be, I think–and not bothering to hide from me his interest. Stripped down, I’d gone to the equally compact hotel bathroom and done the whole nine yards in preparing myself for a night of another man’s fantasy down to douching my channel, trimming my bush, and shaving my pits.

    At the mention of Bangkok, I gave him a hard look. Had he or his employer run some sort of background check on me? I hadn’t mentioned I lived in Bangkok. I said I was only here temporarily, but, as I obviously was an American, I would have thought they would assume I’d come in from the States. And a background check would reveal that I wasn’t the rent boy they seemed to assume I was–and it would reveal so much more that they probably wouldn’t have wanted to know.

    No, they didn’t know, I decided. And he wasn’t far off in tailoring time in the South Asian-run tailor shops in Bangkok. But I’d never gotten a suit there in less than four days and certainly not one tailored this well. I was broad across the chest and slim in the hips–not to mention needing extra concealment in the crotch–in ways that required a really good tailor. And the hunched-over tailor from the previous night had been beyond good.

    At Mr. Tanaka’s apartment house, I waited in the Cressida sedan while Saito went up to escort Tanaka down to the car. Saito had told me that we were driving out to Ueno Park and the concert hall there, the Tokyo Bunka Kaikan, for a Christmas choral concert before going to dinner. It had begun to snow before we left the New Japan Hotel, and it was coming down quite heavily now. I was beginning to get into the Christmas spirit. I had this nifty present I was wearing, with the fleecy woolen material feeling so soft on my bare skin–I had been told not to wear underwear–and the snow was beginning to stick, covering and toning down the garish colors and cheap construction of the Christmas decorations strewn everywhere.

    I could not have had a white Christmas in Bangkok. I wondered if my family would be having one in the States. Wouldn’t it be a gas, I thought, if they flew half way around the world to a sunny Christmas and I was having a white one right here?

    We had a pretty private box above the concert floor at the Tokyo Bunka Kaikan, and it was a good thing we did. Tanaka had me sit beside him at the front of the box, with him almost hidden by a red velvet curtain at the corner of the box.Saito sat behind us, and the burly chauffeur stood at the door to the box, as if protecting us from an invasion.

    I soon understood why. A sudden invasion would have proven to be quite embarrassing.

    As we waited for the concert to begin, Saito mentioned to Tanaka that I collected Shin-hanga art, and that seemed to interest him enough to speak with me. I had assumed that he couldn’t speak English, since he’d let Saito do all of the talking for him to this point, but his English was impeccable.

    “I actually collect mostly from a later period than the Shin-hanga,” I said.”That’s one reason I wanted to come to Tokyo. I wanted to track down more of the post-World War Two woodblock artists.”

    “Like Saito and Tanaka?” Mr. Tanaka asked, with a smile on his face.

    I did a double take. Saito and Tanaka indeed were major artists of this period.Riyoshi Saito was much too young to be the artist of that name, though. That artist would be pushing seventy now. But Tanaka? Tanaka was another matter.

    I gave him a close, questioning look, but he just sat there, looking inscrutable, as the lights went down in the hall and the curtain began to part. There was another reason I couldn’t pursue that question. As the lights went down, Tanaka was making his first direct, skin-on-skin sexual move on me. He was zipping down the fly of my tux and pulling my cock out. He turned his face to me, gave me a dreamy look, and began to stroke me.

    I almost laughed at the incongruity of it all. An elegantly clad elderly gentleman stroking my cock in a concert hall–me clad in a tux as well–as . .. the Vienna Boys Choir started to sing an angelic song of Christmas down on the stage.

    I could hear Riyoshi Saito breathing hard in the chair behind me, and I closed my eyes, listened to the music, and pretended that it was Riyoshi who was jacking me off. I was gratified to know that I had still been half hard when Tanaka freed my cock from thinking about what Saito and I could have done in the hotel. Tanaka no doubt thought I was aroused by him.

    I was fully hard from his stroking when I felt the moist lips on my bulb and looked down to see that Tanaka had leaned over and was sucking my cock. I gave him what he apparently wanted before the lights went up for the interval. He folded my cock back into my tux trousers, zipped me up, dabbed at his mouth with a white handkerchief, and rose from his chair.

    It was up to Saito to inform me that we weren’t staying beyond the interval. The chauffeur was already gone from the box and had the Cressida pulled around to the front of the theater when we were coming down the steps. It still was snowing and here, in the park, where the architecture was more traditionally Japanese than in the center of the city. The effect was one of an exotic winter fairyland. Well worth the trip from Bangkok, with or without Christmas presents.

    We were driven back into the city center, with Tanaka reclining in his corner of the backseat and me in the opposite corner. I wondered if I was supposed to come on to him or give him cock play while we rode, but there was no change in his demeanor when I just remained where I was. From time to time I looked forward to the rearview mirror in the front seat. Each time Saito had his eyes on me. If more was expected of me in making an advance on Tanaka at this point, I assumed that Saito would give me some sort of signal. He didn’t.

    We were taken to the exclusive Okura Hotel, which I was familiar with, because it was very near the American embassy compound, where I reported to pick up classified messages daily when I was in charge at my office. I had been in the hotel before but never to the restaurant that had been picked out–and where we obviously had been expected, as we were ushered to a private dining room. Saito sat at the table with Tanaka and me, and the chauffeur took up the same defensive stance beside the separating Sochi screen that he had taken in the box at the concert hall.

    We were in the hotel’s Japanese restaurant, Yamazato. Tanaka went whole hog and ordered the simmered sea bream head with sweet and sour sauce, but he didn’t criticize or ridicule me when I stuck with the far-less-exotic tempera medley.I didn’t even recognize what Saito ordered, although he ate little of it. What conversation there was was initiated and husbanded along by him.

    Once more he brought up Beautiful Bondage. “Did you have an opportunity to look it up?” he asked me. “Does it appeal to you?” I could tell that Tanaka was closely attending what I would answer.

    “No, I’m afraid I was much too busy at work today. Is this something Mr. Tanaka wants me to do?” I looked at Tanaka who was busy pretending to savor his fish head. It was Saito who responded.

    “Yes.It isn’t onerous, as sexual positions go, and there’s great variety. But you will be incapacitated.”

    “Ah, sexual positions,” I murmured.

    “Yes, Mr. Tanaka finds you very handsome in the tuxedo he has gifted you with–and arousing. He wants to fuck you. He has his favorite methods.”

    Ah, both laying the cards on the table–calling a spade a spade–and playing the tux gift card. I found it arousing to hear the crude, direct word dropped in all of the couched refinement. I’d had inklings before in my short time in Japan that this technique could be used very effectively. It certainly did the trick here; my arousal increased, regardless of who I would be coupling with.

    It also didn’t escape me that he had used the word “will” rather than”would.” But I’d been bound by leather in Bangkok–and suspended on a meat hook, for that matter. The word “beautiful” took the edge off of anything Saito was suggesting.

    Even while he was expertly stripping morsels of meat off his bream head with chopsticks with one hand, Tanaka was busy with his other hand, under the table surface, checking out whether the prospect of Beautiful Bondage and being fucked by him was arousing to me. I trust that his exploration proved that it was. Once more he was fishing my cock out of the fly of the tux and stroking it.

    And the experience wasn’t that bad, if all too brief. In fact, it was all a little tame for the buildup I’d received for this Christmas adventure. And I left more keyed up for more than satiated with “more than enough.”

    I was in Tanaka’s penthouse apartment on the nose-bleed floor, on a platform bed in the center of a huge bedroom on the corner of the building, where two walls were composed completely of glass overlooking the glitter of downtown Tokyo at night.

    The artwork on the other two walls–at least what was on the floating panels when we first went in–brought my mind back to the unanswered question in the concert hall earlier. They were all woodblock prints. Some from the Shin-hanga period but even more from the post–World War Two era, including, I didn’t fail to notice, some very nice Saitos and Tanakas.

    As Saito was wrapping reams of silk scarfing around my naked body as I lay on the bed, though–the colors all Christmas colors that made me want to laugh again–a servant was manipulating the floating panels so that the art changed to homoerotic lithographs featuring just what Saito was introducing me to–Beautiful Bondage.

    The art depicted beautiful naked men bound in silk in various different positions, some of them requiring a great deal of flexibility and contortionist skill to achieve–and other men, not as beautiful as those bound; older, not as muscular and trim, but more in command fucking the bound men in various creative attitudes. From where I was, and when I could take my mind off the silk being wound around me, it looked like the men doing the fucking were a single man–a man looking very much like Sadao Tanaka.

    When Riyoshi was done, I was trussed up like a pig on a spit. I was on my side on the bed, my arms raised above my head, bound together by the wrappings of silk, which were tied off at the head of the bed, so that I had no use of them. My legs were similarly wrapped, but whereas my right leg was pulled straight down and held in place by being tied off at the foot of the bed, my left leg was almost painfully bent up, with the sole of my foot bound to the front of my right knee. I was turned three quarters to the right. Everything was wrapped in the colors of Christmas–red, green, and blue–except that my buttocks was free of covering, as were my pectorals and my face.

    When he was done, Riyoshi looked around to ensure that the room was clear of servants and then bent down and took my lips in his. After a sweet, lingering, hungry kiss, he patted me on the wrapped shoulder and said, “It will be fine, and you shouldn’t be long here. He has much to give but poor stamina, and he will not hurt you–assuming you can accommodate them long.”

    He went over to a corner of the room and picked up a camera, as Sadao Tanaka entered the room, dressed only in a red silk robe. More Christmas? I wondered.On Easter did he wear a yellow robe and at Thanksgiving wear a brown robe to his fuckings?

    I realized I was being a bit giddy and seeing all of this as slightly silly. But, hey, it was Christmas and something totally different to remember.

    When the robe came off, I was even more convinced that the man in the lithographs was depicting Tanaka. He didn’t have a bad body for a man his age, although he was a bit withered and had a bit of a belly on him. But he did have a superior cock in length, and there was no question what his intentions were. He was in raging, red erection. (Riyoshi later admitted to me that the erection was pill enabled. This many years before pills became popular as such aids.)

    The adventure lost much of its luster from that point. I thought the bondage was a bit kicky, but a Christmas surprise for me would have been Riyoshi and the chauffeur fucking me together. I had celebrated that way before in Bangkok.

    Except for a brief couple of minutes Tanaka was all art and understatement in the fuck, not to mention fairly quick on the release. He had brought a hand whip in with him, with long, red-silk cords. And he did swish that around my body, but more in a ceremonial fashion than to build up either pain or heat. He also tweaked my nipples painfully a couple of times as some sort of bow to BDSM, I guess. It did make him breathe harder and more noisily. And the process seemed to help him maintain his erection. Saito snapped photos of this and of the rest of the ritual, as well.

    Dispensing with the whip, Tanaka held my head between his hands for a bit and slow-fucked my face. This perhaps was the most taxing procedure during the fuck. His cock indeed was long and he did seem to enjoy listening to me gag on it.

    When he mounted me, it was from the rear, but also with his cock entering me from the side of my channel at an angle I’d never experienced before and that had the bulb of his cock rubbing on side walls that hadn’t had the touch of man like this before. I groaned and sighed at the different, exotic feel of this approach. My channel walls began to shimmer at the touch of him, and I closed my eyes to block out his age, because otherwise he was giving me something I’d never experienced before–something I could come to.

    His knees were buried in the mattress on either side of my extended leg, his hands spreading my exposed buttocks, and his torso ramrod straight. He fucked me deep with the long cock as the camera clicked off shots that I assumed later would become guides for a lithograph or two for his walls.

    There was maybe a minute or two of what I could classify has a superior fuck, when he was thrusting deep and rapidly, at that exotic angle, reaching far up into me with that long cock of his, and during which I writhed and cried out involuntarily for more of just what I was getting. But he couldn’t sustain that for very long. The strong gush, along with his reaching around my belly and stroking my cock with his hand, was enough to make me come as well, however.

    I didn’t begrudge him the rather strange and tame fuck–other than the bondage and the angle of attack. I was getting a nifty expensive tux out of it–not to mention hearing the Vienna Boys Choir live and some delicious tempera. I had sold myself for less in Bangkok–more times than I could remember. And the studs who had fucked me there had done a taxing job of it, leaving me exhausted, panting, and sore.

    When he came, it surprisingly was in prodigious flow–as Riyoshi had hinted it would be. And he had barebacked me. This was 1977, nearly a decade before there was any hint of AIDS. We never thought in those days of protection in this brand of sex. And I’ll have to admit that the flooding of my insides was pleasant–a little extra present for Christmas.

    Riyoshi had also been right, though, that Tanaka didn’t have the stamina to ride me long or to do so more than once. I found I would have welcomed a second mounting, if only to maybe experience a whole new, refined approach. And there was a minute or two that I was soaring on the clouds quite meltingly.

    As Riyoshi was unwrapping me, I wanted to cry out that I wasn’t fully satisfied–that I wanted the younger man to fuck me as well. But apparently Tanaka was not into the voyeur fetish and didn’t consider bringing in Saito for a second act. This too I was used to in Bangkok–there being a second, third, and sometimes more acts, with different players.

    I thought, as I was at the door of the apartment, ready to leave, once more dressed in my Christmas present, that this would be it. That the chauffeur would drive me back to the hotel and my seasonal adventure would be over. And such an adventure it was, I have to admit. Much better than watching Japanese TV Christmas night in the plastic space-craft pod that was my hotel room.

    But Saito both surprised me and gave me hope when he suggested that he walk me to my hotel, which he said was only a few blocks away. I wasn’t acclimated to the Tokyo downtown area enough to know where my hotel was in relationship to where we stood now. But to be alone with Saito and to have one last crack at him, I would have been happy to walk three miles.

    The walk, arm in arm with Riyoshi hit the spot. The snow was tapering off, leaving a wonderland effect even in the inner city, the streets were nearly deserted, and the sweet strains of the Vienna Boys Choir were wafting through my brain.We stopped more than once in darkened doors to kiss and fumble around with each other’s clothing strategically–me with much melting delight at what I found.My spirits rose with the unspoken promise of the man.

    My Christmas was, indeed, destined to be complete, and my presents beyond satisfying. When we reached the hotel and I asked him to come up to my room, Riyoshi Saito said “Yes.” And when I pressed my luck and asked him if he could come up for all night, into Boxing Day morning, he smiled and said”Yes” again. And he told me that he, at least, had no problems with stamina whatsoever.

    And he didn’t. When I opened my legs to him, he split me asunder with a magnificent staff, expertly used, and applied at length–and entering me in four separate angles that made me think he’d had lessons from Tanaka and that gave each aspect of my channel walls full attention.

    We even used a modified Beautiful Bondage approach, with my wrists tied together with one silk scarf–a red one–and my mouth stuffed with a green silk one to muffle our celebration from the small modules on either side of my hotel room.Again, Christmas colors, but this time I was being too gloriously taxed to laugh at the image.


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  • Opening Up

    1.

    The campground was for gay men and, of course, was clothing optional. It sat in the foothills of the mountains, the property having open grass areas for campers and the main buildings, one a lodge and dining hall and the other an open space building used for showing movies, parties and at night a dance club, but no one came for the movies or the parties or the dance club. They came to meet men, to cruise each other, to hook up, to play out their sexual fantasies or, in the darker recesses of their desires, the fetishes that really aroused them. The sites for tent camping were in the surrounding woods, along narrow trail roads so narrow traffic was restricted to one direction. At night the woods filled with the smoke of camp fires, the warm humid air heavy, holding the smoke under the tree canopy giving it a surreal feel, primitive, a tribal feel, one with rituals about to take place; rituals of sex, of domination, and submission.

    On a camp site at the edge of the woods, away from most of the others, a low fire burned, only a few pieces of woods placed on the hot coals at any giving time. There were four tents on the site, two on the left side and two on the right side and in the middle a picnic table, a tarp stretched between the trees for a cooking area and the fire pit. Camp chairs sat sporadically around the site and in the early evening, the sun having just dropped below the horizon, three of the campers sat around sated from dinner, drinks in hand, talking quietly among themselves.

    Elijah sat near the cooking area, the group’s designated cook, sipping bourbon and talking about his latest project. Elijah was a contractor and looked in every way the big tough foreman for a job site. He stood nearly six foot three, a big muscular man for he worked out at the gym three or four days a week after being on a job site all day. He had tattoos on his upper arms, one on his chest and one on his back and he kept his reddish brown hair cut short and his goatee neatly trimmed. He sat in just gym shorts which revealed his fat cock as it pressed against the thin cotton fabric, and no shirt revealing his tanned muscular upper body.

    Reid sat on the bench at the picnic table leaning back against the top with his elbows propped on it. His long legs were stretched out in front of him, muscular, cleanly shaved, like the rest of his body. He was a little under six feet tall and his lean trim body was on complete display for he stayed naked while at the campground. His hobby of riding a bicycle and hiking, and his job of teaching yoga classes kept him in shape. His cock lay long and thin over his sac, such an extension of his entire body and he absentmindedly tugged on it on occasion or when their talk turned to sex, to things they had done, his cock rose up putting his arousal on full display.

    Daniel came out of his tent wearing a pair of frayed and torn cargo shorts. The holes around the back pockets showed he was not wearing underwear. Daniel was shorter than Reid and Elijah, a few inches shorter, but like Reid he was lean and muscular, in fact he first met Reid in a yoga class. His red hair was kept short and his fair skin seemed to glow in the fire light with the smattering of freckles over his shoulders and down his arms. He moved to a chair near Elijah and Reid and asked Elijah to toss him a beer.

    The three of them hadn’t planned to come this weekend for they usually planned their trips around certain holidays or special events the owners set up, but this weekend was different for they were here for a different reason. They were here for Wesley.

    Wesley wasn’t in a tent or sitting around the camp fire with the others. He was at the back of the camp site, on his knees, naked, his wrists bound together with rope that was thrown over a limb and tied off keeping his arms pulled up slightly, his hands just above his head. Wesley was twenty-four and at five foot ten a little taller than average and his body was muscular, his broad shoulders and narrow waist classically proportioned. He played baseball in high school and college and now kept up an exercise routine of bicycling, paddling and working out at the gym. Like Daniel he had fair skin that shone in the dim light of the fire and except for a couple of moles near his neck, one on his back, his skin was blemish free. His jet black hair, slightly long, wavy, unruly, contrasted sharply with his skin but he only had hair on top of his head, the rest of him completely shaven.

    His knees were sunk into the soft leaf covered ground and he felt the warm night air over his skin and his cock had stayed half hard every since he had been told to strip and ‘get the fuck on your knees’ as Elijah had demanded. He felt hot, his skin slick and he could feel rivulets of sweat trickling down his sides from under his arms. His heart was still racing with his anticipation, his fear of going too far this time; of setting himself up for something he wasn’t ready.

    2.

    Four months ago if someone had told Wesley he would be at a gay campground he would have either laughed in their face or slugged them. He had been in the city since graduating college, working at a job he liked, living in an apartment in the part of town known for its shops, restaurants, galleries and bars and he was in a relationship with a woman he had met shortly after moving to the city. Sharon was an interior designer, tall, blonde and beautiful and they had been dating for two years. She was beginning to hint at wanting to get engaged and suddenly Wesley realized something really wasn’t right, that he was going through the motions. He realized he wanted something else and had started to get Sharon to stay at her place a couple of nights a week so he could ‘get some work done he had to bring home’ because he really wanted time to himself. To think about what he really wanted.

    Sharon had gone along with some of his desires, the light bondage play during sex, even agreeing to spank him and it was her who suggested he let her shave him, so one night he stood in the shower and watched her drag the razor over his cock, down his legs and arms and even made him raise his arms and let her shave the sparse hair from there. He had resisted at first but once it was done he kept his body shaved, liking the feel of it this way, this sense of total nakedness when he was undressed. But in the end something was still missing and he thought back to college and the few times something different happened, times when he and Matt had done things, sexual, gay, and how it had begun as horsing around with bondage and trying it on each other. It was Matt who first made Wesley suck his cock, rubbing it over his lips telling him to open his mouth. Wesley had opened his mouth, and then he had bent over and let Matt penetrate him. They pretended it was just messing around, nothing serious but were it not for Matt graduating a year before Wesley they would have probably continued until neither of them could say it was nothing.

    Wesley had pushed it out of his mind, tried to go back to the way he thought of sex prior to the experimentation with Matt but in the last few months the idea of sex with another guy, being submissive to him, kept coming to mind until he found himself online in chat rooms and then three months ago, after he ended it with Sharon, he found himself going to gay bars, the ones with guys in leather, the role playing evident when he looked for it, but he had trouble expressing what he wanted, to be able to find someone who would lead him along. Then he met Reid riding his bicycle and over the course of a few weeks, finding out Reid was gay and then about the camp ground and what went on there and suddenly the opportunity was before him.

    3.

    Elijah looked over at Wesley, then back at Reid and Daniel, smiling, nodding his head it was time to play.

    Elijah moved up in front of Wesley, grabbed a handful of hair and pulled his face into the crotch of the gym shorts, rubbing Wesley’s face roughly over it and Elijah felt his cock begin to grow erect. He pulled Wesley’s head back and forced him to look up.

    “You want my cock?”

    “Yes sir” Wesley grunted and Elijah pulled the gym shorts down letting them drop to his feet. His cock rose up half hard, the thick shaft swelling up thicker, the head flaring out and Elijah pulled Wesley’s head down to it and rubbed it over his face. Wesley opened his mouth and tried to capture Elijah’s cock, wanted it in his mouth, to feel it slide through his lips, over his tongue and push to the back of his throat gagging him, cutting off his air and Elijah gave it to him, let his cock come to Wesley’s lips and he pulled Wesley’s head down the length of it till it was lodged into his throat cutting off his air and his face turning red. Elijah let go and Wesley pulled back gasping for air, tears streaming from his eyes and snot pouring from his nose but he instantly opening his mouth and took Elijah again, pushing his mouth down the thick shaft, taking it again, easier than before and he would keep working his mouth on it. Drool ran down Wesley’s chin and dripped onto his chest as he worked is mouth on Elijah’s cock. Back and forth he moved, over and over, till Elijah felt his arousal become too great, the sense he could cum at any time, and he pulled back leaving Wesley gasping for air.

    Elijah looked at the guy, the way he was heaving for breath, his flat stomach undulating in and out, and the way he tugged on the rope fighting for balance, the muscles in his upper body and along his arms flexing and pumping up. Elijah normally didn’t care for guys who were so clean shaven but Wesley was different, his body so well proportioned and the way he was so aroused by what was happening that his cock was half hard and leaking even though no one had touched it.

    Reid was stroking his cock watching and Daniel was stepping out of his shorts, his own cock rising up erect. Daniel moved to Wesley and stood just in front of him, his cock just out of reach as he stroked it, brought it up hard and Wesley strained against his bonds to reach it, his mouth open, ready to suck. Daniel stepped forward and let his cock slide straight into Wesley’s mouth till he had nose buried in pubic hair. Daniel took the rope and pulled upward stretching Wesley’s arms up as he began to pump his hips, thrusting his cock back and forth through Wesley’s lips.

    Reid moved around behind Wesley dropping to his knees and hugging his body up to Wesley’s feeling the slick warm skin against his own. He ran one hand over Wesley’s chest, over his nipples, pinching each one while his other hand moved down, over the smooth skin, feeling the contours of his muscular body and just above his rising cock Reid felt the short stubble of pubic hair just beginning to grow back and he let his fingers scratch over the skin teasingly, so close to Wesley’s cock. Wesley pumped his hips trying to get Reid to take him in hand, to stroke his cock as he sucked Daniel’s. Reid teased him some more, running his hand around and down to Wesley’s sac, it hanging long and loose in the heat of the night and Reid tugged on it, painfully, pulling down till Wesley’s balls were squeezed down into the bottom of the dark red sac, and Wesley moaned around Daniel’s cock as he pushed inward again.

    “Fuck his ass” Elijah said and Reid and Daniel laughed as they continued to fuck with Wesley, to make him gag on Daniel’s cock, to have Reid play with his body. Reid moved back and pushed his cock down letting it slide under Wesley’s ass and stroke him along the cleft and to the back of his sac. Reid pumped his hips slowly, rubbing his cock along Wesley’s ass, stroking his desires and Wesley pushed his hips back till he lost balance and Daniel held tight to the rope holding his upper body upright as he shoved inward again making Wesley gag till drool ran over his chin.

    Wesley pulled against his bonds, not to try to get away, but to try to regain his balance. He knew he couldn’t get away and he also knew he didn’t want to. He felt Reid’s cock slide along his ass, felt it rub over his hole and bump into his sac and it inflamed him, made his heart race with an anxiousness he didn’t understand. Daniel’s cock gagged him, pushed to the back of his throat over and over but it couldn’t distract him from what Reid was doing; it only made everything more intense. Outdoors, in the open, it night and the air filled with smoke and he naked, on his knees with two men using him, touching him and he wanted more, he wanted Daniel to cum in his mouth and he wanted Reid to breach him, to penetrate him and he pushed back again.

    Reid pulled back till he felt his cock nudge at Wesley’s entrance and he pushed forward till he felt the head of cock squeeze into Wesley, the tight ring of Wesley’s opening milking his cock as it slide inward. Reid watched Wesley’s body, the way it quivered when he penetrated him, the way the skin glistened in the dim light and when he ran his hand down Wesley’s back he felt it, the hot clammy skin, sweat forming on its surface, and the tautness of it, the way Wesley was taking the penetration. Reid pushed inward, felt every inch squeeze through the tight ring, felt the way it milked his cock and he couldn’t stop, instead he kept pushing as Wesley shivered with every penetrating inch.

    Wesley kept his eyes closed, let the sensations consume him, the way Daniel’s cock moved in his mouth, filling it, cutting off his air on occasion and he felt his body’s initial struggle to accept Reid’s breach of his hole, the stretching open to accept Reid’s cock and the feel of it sliding inward, slowly, inch by inch till he felt Reid’s body press up against him and he knew he had all of it inside him, their bodies locked together.

    Daniel’s pace increased and Reid knew he was close, real close and he reached out and grabbed Wesley by his hair, pulled his head back a little and held it for Daniel to fuck Wesley’s mouth, to thrust freely into the slick warmth, and Daniel’s body tensed up, his breathing became ragged and he shoved inward hard, one, two, three times and this time Wesley took each push, controlled his breathing, let Daniel slide into his throat till he felt the wads of cum hit the back of his throat, thick wads that slide slowly downward making him swallow. Daniel pulled back letting the last of his cum dribble out on Wesley’s tongue allowing him his first taste of Daniel.

    Daniel backed up next to Elijah and the two of them watched Reid fuck Wesley, watched the way Reid held Wesley by the hair pulling his head back. Wesley’s mouth hung open as he exhaled hard and let his moans and grunts escape from his throat. Wesley’s chin was wet with his drool and a string of it fell toward the ground as Reid hammered his ass, his pace now furious, hips slapping against his ass. Reid let go of his hair and grabbed him by the waist. Wesley fell forward his arms stretched upward holding him up and he rocked back and forth with Reid’s fuck.

    “Goddamn…I’m cumming…take it…take my cum…fucking whore…” Reid cried out as he slammed his hips into Wesley’s ass over and over, shoving inward hard, and he pumped his cum deep into Wesley, thrust his cock through each ejaculation and added to it and when he was spent, his cock still hard, he kept pumping slowly, feeling the way his sensitive cock let him feel every inch. He pumped slowly into Wesley’s stretched out hole till he felt his cum pump back out trickling down Wesley’s ass and inner thigh.

    “Nice fuck Reid” Elijah said as he watched Reid pull out and his slimy cock finally became flaccid.

    “Yeah…it was. Are you going to get off?” Reid replied.

    “Nah…I’ll wait for the party” Elijah said and the three of them laughed knowing Elijah planned on letting a lot of the campers watch for he planned to fuck Wesley in a very public manner.

    Wesley sat back on his heels exhausted, his own breathing slowly returning to normal. He felt Reid’s cum drying on his inner thigh and ass, he felt his chin drying in the warm night air and he felt the lingering sensations of when he was touched, when Reid had pulled his hair and stretched his hole open and he looked down at his own cock, unable to touch it and it was curved upward, hard, fully erect and it flexed as a clear bead of liquid formed at the slit as he thought of Elijah’s declaration of a public fucking.

    4.

    It seemed like an eternity to Wesley, the waiting. He watched Elijah, Reid and Daniel sit around the camp fire, drinking, laughing as they talked amongst themselves. No one paid any attention to him and when they talked about him it was if he wasn’t there. Reid had brought him something to eat and drink, loosening his bonds enough to use his own hands shortly after they had their initial fun, but now he just sat on his heel or sat up on his knees, waiting…just waiting.

    It was Daniel who came for him, his baggy cargo shorts barely hanging on to his waist as they sat so low Wesley could see the edge of his fiery red pubic hair. Daniel untied the rope and coiled up the loose end till only a few feet were left between him and Wesley’s bound hands.

    “Get up” Daniel said and Wesley slowly climbed to his feet and Daniel watched the muscular body stretch out, stand up straight, the fair smooth skin shiny in the dim light, reflecting every curve of his body and his cock was still half hard with the anticipation of things to come.

    They led Wesley around the camp grounds taking a circular trail that let them pass by many of the camp sites. Elijah was in tight jeans, harness and black boots, Reid was naked and Daniel was in just his shorts. It was Elijah who led Wesley along, naked, hands bound by the rope. As they passed some of the camps Wesley heard the comments, the remarks about their boy, the slave, and he found it curious how he was the target of all the comments even though Reid was naked too. But it was he who was tied at the wrist and being led to the party. His awareness of his nakedness aroused him and he felt his cock, still half hard, flop with every step, back and forth.

    The party was in full swing, guys in various states of dress, or undress as they stood around an area framed in by two campers. Music played from speakers set up on a deck at the entry to one camper. Wesley followed Elijah’s led as he and the others moved through the crowd, greeting several guys, stopping to talk on occasion, and they kept moving up till they were at the edge of the deck. Elijah turned to Wesley and nodded. Wesley knew what was expected and he sank to his knees right next to Elijah, with his legs spread apart. Elijah pulled the rope upward and back pulling Wesley’s arms up and over his head spreading them out, making him sit up straight, his body fully on display. He heard Elijah and the others talk about him, tell the others what he wanted, and it embarrassed Wesley, the public announcement of his most private desires. The party progressed, the patrons drank, laughed and time and time again someone came over to Elijah and as they asked about Wesley they would touch him, run their hand over his chest or through his hair as they told Elijah how they would like to fuck his ass or suck his cock and it kept Wesley aroused.

    “Who wants to watch?” Elijah suddenly called out and Wesley watched as guys moved in around them and glancing up into their faces he saw the anticipation, the eagerness to see the public display Elijah was going to give them. Elijah moved in front of Wesley, up close to his face he stood and Wesley leaned forward putting his mouth on Elijah’s crotch feeling the thick growing shaft with his lips. He worked his lips over it, moved along its length as it grew, pressing against it as it stretched out in the tight confines of Elijah’s jeans. He blew his hot breath through the jeans and he mouthed it till the jeans were wet and Elijah’s cock pushed against them thick and hard.

    “Take. It. Out.” Elijah demanded and Wesley used his teeth to undo the button, to struggle to get a hold of the zipper and pull it down. The zipper slipped from his teeth twice and he struggled to get a new hold of it as he worked it down till he could open up Elijah’s jeans enough to see the hard shaft lying sideways, and he ran his lips over it, tongued it as he pushed his mouth into the tight confines of the jeans trying to get to the head. Elijah offered no assistance as Wesley struggled with his jeans, struggled to get to his cock, to get his mouth on it and the men surrounding them watched intently to Wesley’s every move. Wesley finally worked Elijah’s jeans down, slowly, pulling down on different parts of the waistband till they were down to mid-thigh and fell the rest of the way down till they rested in a loose pile around Elijah’s boots. Elijah pulled Wesley up, made him stand with his arms still back over his head and pulled down, and Elijah turned him to face the crowd, let them once again look upon his nakedness, his fair skin, the muscular form of his body, so broad shouldered and narrow waist and his cock rising up, growing erect, and a clear drool fell from its head trailing down toward the ground.

    “Fuck he wants it bad” someone uttered in the crowd and Wesley knew they were right, he did want it bad, real bad and when Elijah pushed him to bend over he did so willingly, without hesitation, with Elijah holding him steady by the rope with his arms over his heads and he had no sense of balance, for he felt like he could pitch forward at any minute. Then he felt Elijah move up behind him, push his legs further apart and he quickly felt Elijah’s blunt cock head push against his opening, his tight ring resisting Elijah but Elijah was persistent and he pushed harder against Wesley. Wesley tried to relax to Elijah, to let him in, but he couldn’t get past how thick Elijah’s cock was, nor how long, and his fear, his anxiousness made him resists for he knew it was going to hurt and it would hurt worse with him unable to relax.

    Wesley felt Elijah tug on the rope, pull his arms painfully back and then he felt his hole stretch open, painfully as the head of Elijah’s cock breached him. He heard some of the men gasp or comment, as he held his breath, clamped his jaws shut fighting the urge to cry out. He knew his body was showing the effects of the penetration, the way he was shaking, quivering with every move inward by Elijah and he was breathing hard, sucking air in rapidly as Elijah bore through the tight ring of his opening.

    The men around Wesley watched Elijah penetrate him as he shook with the initial pain till his skin glistened with sweat. They watched as Elijah held still a moment, and then watched in aroused amazement as Wesley backed onto Elijah’s thick cock, slowly, inch by inch stretching himself open for the thick cock letting it sink into his depths. Elijah let Wesley set the pace, his body slowly impaling itself and the men around them, the ones who were naked or had their cock out, were beginning to masturbate as they urged Wesley to take it all, to let them see all of Elijah buried in him. It seemed to take forever for Wesley to work his ass back, to stretch himself open taking Elijah all the way in his hole. Elijah felt the tight ring squeeze his cock and he pulled back slowly feeling it milk the shaft as inch by inch pulled free. Then he bore down and pushed back in and Wesley rose up and cried out, moaning at the penetration. Elijah pulled back and once again sunk all the way back into Wesley and he slowly began to fuck, to work his hips back and forth till he was swinging his hips with a steady rhythm driving his cock deep into Wesley over and over.

    Wesley grunted, whorishly, on every penetration and it spurred the men around them on, drove their fantasies as they watched stroking their own cocks. Elijah looked up and scanned his eyes over the crowd until he saw Reid and he nodded his head at him. Reid was hard, his cock arced up and leaking, and he moved to Wesley, right up into his face and Wesley didn’t hesitate to open his mouth and let Reid slide his cock into him. Elijah began to fuck harder, driving his cock back and forth faster, and each forward push would force Wesley’s mouth down Reid’s cock.

    Elijah and Reid kept Wesley impaled on their cocks as Elijah fucked harder and harder driving Wesley forward sinking Reid deep into his mouth. The men watched as Elijah’s slick glistening cock would emerge then sink back in, they watched Reid’s cock slip noisily out of Wesley mouth covered in spit then watched it slide back in as Wesley was pushed forward and they watched Wesley’s own cock flop back and forth, it hard and leaking. A master pushed up toward the front, his slave boy in tow who was wearing only a pair of cut off jeans, boots and a dog collar signifying his status and they moved up next to Elijah admiring how Wesley was taking Elijah’s cock.

    The master held his boy by the neck and pushed him forward and over till he could see Elijah’s cock pumping in Wesley.

    “You wish that was your hole being fucked, don’t ya?” the master taunted his boy.

    “Yes, sir” the boy replied.

    “You don’t deserve it but you should have to suck this slave’s cock” the master commented and he looked over at Elijah who just nodded his head in approval. The master pushed the boy down on his knees and under Wesley.

    “Suck!” the master commanded and the boy moved to Wesley’s cock, held it steady and sank it into his mouth. Wesley bucked his body at the feel of the mouth on his cock, pushed his ass back and then pushed forward, fucking himself as he pumped his cock into the mouth below him. Elijah was fucking faster, urgent to cum, he was so wound up and he slammed into Wesley hard, one, two, three times and pumped Wesley’s hole full of his cum. He pumped his spent cock a few more times feeling Wesley’s tightness milk the last of his cum from his cock and the men surrounding them watched at the slimy cock moved in Wesley’s ass. When Elijah backed away from Wesley he let go of the rope allowing Wesley’s hands to come forward Reid backed up and let them fall in front of him and when Reid pushed his cock back into Wesley’s face, Wesley braced himself on Reid’s thighs as he sank his mouth back down Reid’s cock. The boy underneath Wesley sucked his cock, then sucked each nut into his mouth and tugged painfully on them, then the boy shifted around and sucked Elijah’s cum leaking from Wesley’s hole.

    For Wesley everything began to happen fast, too fast to contemplate, as Reid fed him another load, pumped cum into his mouth till it drooled down his chin and the boy underneath him moved back to his cock and sucked till he too came, pumping his cum into the boy’s mouth till he was spent, his cock too sensitive for anymore stimulation and he begged the boy to stop.

    5.

    Wesley looked at the time on his computer screen a hundred times frustrated at how slowly the day was moving, his sense of being trapped at work till five o’clock. The week had been a long one for he had a project to finish by Thursday and then Friday was a day of meaningless tasks, things that made time seem to stand still and it was worse with his mind constantly on what had happened last weekend. The way he had been kept naked all weekend, used by Elijah, Daniel and Reid, over and over and over till by Sunday morning the three of them couldn’t get hard any more, but Wesley could, for he stayed aroused all weekend and only allowed to get off Friday night and then Saturday night. His cock leaked so much the head stayed wet. He hadn’t wanted the weekend to end.

    He had told Elijah he wanted to do it again, practically begged for it, but Elijah had remained noncommittal, and during the week he had heard nothing from Elijah or the others. He found his eyes wandering over certain male co-workers wondering which ones would go for it, the opportunity for a blow job or an ass to fuck. He had fought the urge to follow Ryan, one of the guys in his area, to the bathroom. He wanted to check him out, he wanted to sit in a stall and have Ryan come to him, use his mouth, and it made his heart race and his stomach knot up with the thoughts of what could happen. But he refrained as he wondered what he could do tonight, where he should go and he knew he’d be on his computer as soon as he got home surfing for that one opportunity that scared him, aroused something inside of him that made him feel his sexuality.

    He got home to find a message in his computer that had arrived while he was driving home. It was Elijah.

    “I’ll be by around ten.”

    That was it and yet it was everything for he didn’t care what Elijah had planned for he was ready, the anticipation so great his cock ached in the confines of his khakis. He prepared dinner, stripped off his clothes and shaved till his entire body was smooth and soft to the touch and then he took a warm bath. His cock was hard, arced up out of the water and he struggled not to touch it.

    He stayed naked, ready and when his doorbell finally rang out at ten after he brazenly opened the door and saw the grin form on Elijah’s face at the sight of his naked body. Elijah had a small gym bag with him and he came in and tossed it on the sofa turning to Wesley, pulling his body against his own. Elijah roughly kissed him, the first time he had done so, as his hands roamed down Wesley’s back and squeezed each round ass cheek pulling Wesley tight to his body. Wesley the soft denim of Elijah’s jeans and the shirt against his bare skin as he was hugged tightly.

    “Boy are we going to have some fun tonight” Elijah said as he backed away from Wesley reaching for the gym bag. “Here, put on the clothes inside it.”

    Inside the bag were a pair of jean and a dog collar; nothing else. Wesley knew what it meant and he opened up the jeans and saw they were his size, a pair that were worn, frayed, the knees busted out and holes around the back pockets and one in the crotch which was worn so thin the fabric was white. He knew he wasn’t to put on underwear or a shirt, instead he was to wear only what was in the bag. He dressed in front of Elijah, slipping the jeans up and he zipped them up only to realize the button had been cut off. They hung on his hips the waist band open and he sensed how quickly he could be naked. He struggled with the dog collar but eventually secured the buckle feeling the collar tight around his neck.

    Wesley looked down at the boots Elijah was wearing, thought of all the men last weekend who wore some type of black boot and he looked up at Elijah.

    “I don’t have any boots to wear.”

    “That’s okay, just put on some old running shoes or whatever you have” Elijah replied.

    When Wesley had a pair of his old sneakers tied he stood up wondering where Elijah was taking him. Elijah told him to lock up and come on that he was parked downstairs. In the parking lot Wesley saw the familiar truck and he was soon in the cab with Elijah and he wondered what the few people who were in the parking lot thought when they saw him shirtless with a collar on getting into the truck with Elijah.

    Elijah drove out of town, took an old two lane highway that eventually came to the river that circled around the outskirts of the city and they went over the old concrete bridge to the opposite side where Elijah turned into a narrow dirt lane that went into the woods. They drove along for about a hundred yards and Wesley saw the cars and trucks parked among the trees then the small building sitting to one side. The windows on the front were boarded up and its painted walls were faded and peeling. Elijah parked and they made their way to the building and Wesley could hear the muffled music coming from inside.

    “It use to be a fish camp but over the years it was a lot of other things but for the last five it has been a bar” Elijah said as they came up on the narrow front porch and to the door.

    6.

    The interior was dark and the place was fairly crowded, men of all ages but all having the look of men who liked to play hard, some wearing leather gear and some bare-chested showing their muscular upper bodies with pierced nipples and tattoos. The bar ran along the back wall with pool tables down the middle of the room and Elijah led Wesley to the bar telling him to sit. Wesley sat on one of the stool, his feet on the brace causing his knees to spread out. He didn’t realize his cock and balls were lying visible in the hole in the crotch and he sat still, not saying anything, fear, anticipation, an anxiousness working inside of him and he felt the eyes of the men on him, saw the grins, the nods of approval and a few went up to Elijah and they talked amongst themselves laughing and looking over at him. Elijah brought Wesley a beer and stood next to him, towering over him, this big muscular body seemed to control the air around them and as Elijah talked to other men Wesley sat quietly and drank the beer.

    Wesley was in a daze having sat so long when he realized three guys were standing in front of him saying something to Elijah. Elijah suddenly moved on him, slipped a finger through the ring of the collar pulling his head back stretching out his body, the fair skin shiny in the dim light of the bar, every muscle visible, the curve of his pecs, the washboard stomach that narrowed seductively down into the loose jeans and his legs spread open further till his cock slipped through the hole out in the open, thickening, growing erect at his arousal.

    Elijah pulled back roughly on the collar and leaned down and kissed him, shoving his tongue into his mouth. Wesley felt Elijah’s other hand slide down his chest, rub over his stomach and then grope his crotch and he felt the touch, Elijah’s hand on his bare cock, felt it rub over the head, felt it take him firmly, squeezing him, making him fully erect. Elijah stood up and pulled up on the collar and Wesley stood up and he knew his cock was sticking out of the hole, knew without looking it was sticking straight out for everyone to see.

    Elijah reached into his back pocket and pulled out a leash, one Wesley had not seen, and hooked it into the collar. Then he led Wesley to the back of the bar to a door Wesley had seen men coming and going through all night long. As they moved through the door Wesley saw it was a patio area enclosed by an eight foot fence and it was lit by a few scattered lights strung up along the fence or the back of the building. The very back of the area was darker, with only the faintest of light penetrating into its recesses and it was here Elijah led Wesley, making him walk by all the men standing around on the patio. At the back fence Wesley saw a bench was built along the base of it and Elijah had Wesley sit down.

    Wesley looked down and saw his cock, half hard, sticking out and he pulled his knees together out of some sense of false modesty. Elijah saw him and shoved a foot between his legs and kicked them apart.

    “No” was all he said and Wesley knew he was to keep his legs spread open, to keep his body on display.

    How long he was forced to sit there he didn’t know but Wesley saw the crowd thin down and when he knew it had to be closing time and most of the men were gone, a few men came out of the bar including the bartender and Wesley sensed it was time, that what Elijah was going to do was going to happen now. Elijah moved to him, pulled him up and out in front of where he was standing. Wesley was facing the other men, and he felt Elijah move up close to his back and reach around his body. Elijah had a section of rope, a short piece only a couple of feet long and he tied Wesley’s wrists together. Then he pulled them up and over Wesley’s head and secured them to a ring in the back of the collar. Wesley stood in front of the other men, his upper body stretched taunt, every muscle on display and his arms were stretched over his head revealing his clean shaven armpits and the bulging muscle of his arms. The jeans hung low on his hips, and Elijah reached around his waist and pulled the zipper down, slowly, inch by inch till it was all the way down and when he released it the jeans fell easily down Wesley’s legs into a heap around his ankles.

    He was naked, his body fully exposed to these men, and the dim light reflected off his fair skin, it shiny, wet with his sweat, the hot humid night air and his anxious anticipation making him feel hot. His cock rose up with his arousal, his submissiveness and the head was wet at the slit as the clear liquid beaded up and trickled down the shaft.

    Elijah opened his jeans and let his cock fall out into the open, the thick shaft thickening and rising up hard and he gave the leash a small tug and Wesley knew what he was expected to do and he stepped of his jeans and moved in front of Elijah going down on his knees. He struggled to maintain his balance but once he was in front of Elijah he moved to the thick long cock in front of him, mouthed the head, ran his tongue up the shaft feeling the smooth skin that wrapped the hard shaft as he moved along its length and he leaned down further and tongued Elijah’s balls, sucked one then the other into his mouth and he tugged on them, pulled till the sac was tight in his mouth and he knew it had to be painful and Elijah moaned loud enough for him to hear and he eased forward releasing them. He ran his tongue up the shaft till he came to the head again and he moved up letting his lips slip around the head and lowered his mouth taking the thick cock into his mouth.

    Wesley sucked on Elijah till his jaw ached and drool wet his chin and dripped down on his chest. He was a sloppy cocksucker, noisy, sometimes rough and it aroused Elijah more than he would admit. Elijah felt his cock grow achingly hard, felt the urge to cum begin and he pushed Wesley off his cock and let the thick long shaft bob in front of him, glistening with Wesley’s spit. He pulled Wesley up and turned him sideways to most of the men watching. He put his hand on Wesley’s neck and bent him over.

    Wesley knew what Elijah wanted…what he wanted, and he bent over struggling to maintain his balance with his arm stretched over his head and he felt Elijah grab the loose end of the rope and help hold him up. Elijah moved up to him, pressed his wet slick cock to his opening and pushed against it. Wesley pushed back and he cried out as the head of Elijah’s cock stretched his hole open and penetrated him. Wesley felt Elijah push inward, felt his hole stretch open to accommodate the thick cock, inch by inch and he glanced over to the men seeing some of them with their cocks out stroking them as they watched Elijah sink into his hole.

    Elijah began to fuck, to push in and pull out, slowly, sinking into his hole a little further each time till he was pushing all the way into him. Elijah fucked him with full strokes, pulling back till his cock was almost ready to slip free and he would shove forward again, sinking his cock back into Wesley, over and over. Wesley grunted with every penetration, and he soon found himself pushing back to meet Elijah’s forward thrusts slapping their bodies together.

    “Fuck me…fuck me harder” Wesley uttered, the first time he had begged Elijah, to give voice to his desire while he took Elijah’s fuck. Elijah’s hips smacked against his ass, over and over, as he pummeled Wesley’s hole. There was movement to their side and Wesley glanced over and saw the bartender drag a young guy out from the back of the crowd. The young guy was skinny, his brown hair long, and he was wearing only a pair of boxers, some cheap white brand that were dirty and torn, that looked like he had been wrestling in them and the bartender held the guy by the arm and looked at Elijah. Then, on cue, he reached down and ripped the boxers from the guy, roughly tugging the fragments from his body until his was naked, his flaccid cock flopping back and forth and Wesley looked at the guy, at how young he looked, with sparse hair under his arms and a little thin fan of hair over his cock. His arms and legs looked completely bare, as well as his flat chest and stomach.

    The bartender pushed the guy down on his knees and shoved him toward Wesley. Wesley watched the guy crawl on his knees to him, slip underneath his body and he soon felt the guy take his cock and suck it. Wesley pumped his hips forward shoving his cock into the guy’s mouth harder as he took Elijah’s fuck, every deep penetrating thrust. The guy sucked him till he thought he would cum and suddenly he felt his cock out in the open, the warm air blowing over it and the guy had worked himself back to Wesley’s face and was kissing him, and he held Wesley’s upper body up letting Elijah let go of the rope and hold Wesley by his waist. Elijah began to fuck harder, to swing his hips faster and faster till he came, pumping cum into Wesley, everything he had, shoving his cock through it smearing it all along his hole till it pumped back out and trickled down his ass and one thigh. Elijah pulled out and Wesley felt the air hit his stretched open hole, he felt the cum trickle out slowly and he suddenly felt the guy beneath take his cock and give it a few strokes.

    Elijah came to Wesley’s side and released his wrists from the collar and Wesley quickly put his hands on his knees to stabilize himself as the guy below him played with his cock. Wesley looked down on the guy, his skinny back, the way his spine was so noticeable down its length. When the guy let him go Wesley watched him move out in front of him and down on his hands and knees. He looked back at Wesley, his eyes pleading, wanting Wesley to take him and Wesley looked over at Elijah, looked for permission and Elijah nodded his head once.

    Wesley moved on the guy with a vengeance, his desires making him mad, and he kicked the guy’s legs apart and moved quickly into place. He pushed his leaking cock to the guy’s hole and he hesitated for a brief moment, hesitated at the sight of how small the guy’s hole looked wondering if he could take a rough fuck. Then he felt it, the guy push back against his cock and he took him by the waist and shoved forward, slamming his cock through the tight ring of the guy’s opening penetrating him in one hard thrust. The men watching urged him on, told him to fuck the guy hard, to bust his ass open and Wesley began to drive his hips with an urgency he had not felt before, drove his cock into the guy over and over, his hips slapping the guy’s skinny ass hard.

    Wesley was too aroused, his cock too hard, and he didn’t last long as he hammered the guy underneath him, drove his cock into the guy’s ass so hard he had the guy pushed over on his shoulders with his ass upturned a little higher, his ass opened up a little more, taking each penetrating thrust till Wesley couldn’t hold back any longer and he came.

    7.

    Everyone went back into the closed bar and had one on the house. Wesley sat naked on a stool next to Elijah listening to men come up and tell Elijah how hot it was to watch them tonight. The men would touch Wesley on his shoulders, or run a hand down his back or rest it on his thigh, close to his flaccid cock, each just wanting to touch him, to feel his firm smooth skin and the strength of the muscle underneath. Wesley felt like he was on a pedestal, something just for show, for none of the men spoke to him directly, and after a few minutes he wondered where the guy went he had fucked and he let his eyes scan the room, look through the crowd of men around them. Then he saw the guy across the room, up on a pool table, still naked, taking another cock in his ass, letting someone else pound his hole and Wesley let a small smile spread across his face knowing how the guy felt, this desire to submit to another man, to give yourself to him, and he glanced over at Elijah and saw him give him a small smile and a nod.

    He’d done well tonight.


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