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Jordan got out of the back of the SUV, and hooked his mask in place. He had rented a tuxedo that afternoon, and borrowed some dressy shoes from his friend. He thought he looked good. He confidently approached the masked gentlemen standing on either side of the arched entrance. Neither moved, as he walked slowly by. There was a purple carpet down the center of a long foyer. Dimly lit chandeliers lined the tall ceilings, and large art pieces hung on both sides, all the way down. He walked through another archway, and down a large flight of stairs. 

           The stairwell curved sharply down a full story of the house. As he walked down further, the stairwell became darker, and soon he was in a ballroom of some sorts. He could barely see, until he walked through the set of doors at the bottom. The room was filled with many people. some people were dressed formally, others had nothing on but their masks and shoes. He was shocked at first, but slowly became aroused at the plethora of nude bodies he could feast his eyes on, without repercussions. 

                                                                                                 Jordan walked over to a large table, with drink options. A nude woman in a jeweled mask and skirt, poured him a glass of, whatever was in the crystal punch bowl. He nodded, and she nodded back. He turned and walked to the back of the room. There was an empty spot on a large wrap-around sofa, next to a naked man, in a horned mask, and a woman with a leather gown, and matching mask, in the shape of an owl head. He sat next to them, and realized that she was jacking off the naked man. He sipped his drink, and watched intently. The man turned toward Jordan, and nodded. Jordan nodded back. The man was pretty fit, with the slight evidence of a belly. He had a thin strip of hair from his naval to his dick shaft, with the smallest patch of hair above the base. His balls were completely smooth, as well as his thigh area. The woman had satin gloves on, and alternated her hands between the man’s dick and balls.

                                                                                                                       No one else seemed to care what was going on. Jordan crossed his leg, as he was developing a raging hardon. He continued sipping his drink, and watched, while the man’s head slowly tilted back as the woman stroked him faster. Her satin gloves must’ve caused quite the friction. She’s was pushing down on his ball sack with her finger and thumb, and focusing her efforts on the head of his dick, which had turned a dark red. She kept her middle finger and thumb in a tight circle, and ran her pointer finger back and forth over the head. The man’s chest was heaving, as his breath became more exasperated. His feet were arching, and his fists were clenching.                 

                 A few moments after, the man was ejaculating all over himself, and the woman’s gloves. His load even reached part of his mask. The woman leaned over, and started to lick the man’s chest and stomach. She had him pretty clean, when another naked man approached, and stuck his hand out, to assist the other man off the couch. He stood, still hard, with cumming dripping off of his dick, and was escorted through the crowd by a couple of ushers in red jackets. The newly arrived man sat in his spot, next to the woman, who had removed her dirty gloves, and started to caress his dick. 

                                                                                               He was much more endowed than the previous man, and had a more defined body, with chest and abdomen hair, all of which were trimmed shortly. She had him hard in a matter of a couple minutes, and started to play with his ball, as she had the previous man at all. Jordan was so intrigued. He was out of punch, but didn’t want to leave the couch. He was hard, but also, he didn’t want to miss the action. He instinctively raised his glass, forgetting it was empty, and dropped his hand back to his lap. The man next to him was starting to thrust at his hips, his big dick arching through the woman’s fists, and poking his lower ribs. 

                                                                           Jordan was in awe. The man had plenty of dick for the woman’s smaller hands to work with. Suddenly he felt a presence in front of him, and turned to see another nude man, holding a crystal server, and offering to take his glass. He filled his glass, handing it back, and walked away. Jordan sipped some more, while the man and woman next to him continued their pace. This man’s ejaculation wasn’t nearly as big as the previous man’s, but it did shoot nicely, straight up in the air. Jordan heard a muffled cry coming from the man’s black mask, and he watched as the man grabbed at the edges of the couch cushion. He shot a couple more times, and the woman repeated her licking on this man. She was just licking her fingers clean, when another naked man approached, accompanied by two ushers in red coats. Again, this man held a hand out, and helped up the other man.

                  Jordan stood, and adjusted himself, as he walked to another part of the room. Not that the new guest of the woman wasn’t nice to look at (he had an athletic build, with hairy nipples, and hairy abs, and a very meaty dick, with long dark hair draping down his shoulders and back). Jordan found another lounge area across the dance floor, and sat, surrounded by  naked couples fucking. One couple was two men. The man doing the fucking had a gargoyle type mask, made of plaster and leather. The man he was fucking had on a goat mask, with jeweled horns. They were both hairy, and muscular. Jordan felt his dick hardening again. A woman sat next to him, sliding her hand up his pant leg. He almost dropped his glass, and felt his dick spasm repeatedly, aching against the suddenly confined fabric of his crotch. 

                                                                                                                                                     She was working his shaft over really well, through the thin fabric of the cheap pants. He turned and watched her. She had a feather and jeweled mask on, with long red hair draping down over her shoulders to her chest. She had a dramatically low cut dress on, which exposed almost all of her breasts. She worked her hand quickly up and down his shaft, and before he knew it, he had cum in his pants! He felt his toes curl in his shoes, and his knees were shaking. He bit his lip, so as not to cry out. She wiped her hand down his pant leg, smearing some clear cum residue down his thigh. 

                                                                    She got up and calmly walked away. He pulled at the hem of his jacket, trying to cover the shiny cum streak she’d left. It wasn’t working. He stood, and walked along the wall, until he found a side archway, which led to another room. He walked through the short darkness, bumping shoulders with a couple of people making out in the shadows. He walked into another dimly lit room, and found this room filled with naked men. They were lounging in the buff, and he saw an occasional erection, and some jerking off. It was completely casual, and aside from a couple of men standing at attention inside the doorways, it appeared that no one had any clothing on in this area of the house. He went through another archway, and saw a man walking out of a swivel door on the right. He pushed through the door, seeing a line of stalls, and quickly went in. 

                                                                                                                    He stood before the sinks, and wet a towel, to dab at his pant leg. He was almost finished, when a naked man walked in, and came to stand next to him. He had an erection, and started to jerk off next to Jordan. The man had a slim build, with light hairs around his nipples and chest. The hairs continued down his torso, to his abs, becoming darker as they trailed down to his small dick. Small, in comparison to the dicks Jordan had seen earlier, but was most likely average, around 6 inches Jordan guess, as it looked similar to his size. The man had a simple white mask on, which covered just his eyes and nose. He had a chiseled face, with a light strap of hair that led around the outline of his jaw and chin. His lips were small and pink, and he kept his mouth tightly closed, while looking over at Jordan. Jordan stood calmly, and watched as the man continued to stroke his dick. He tilted his head down, and turned his body toward the sink basin, and ejaculated a thick, and large cumshot. 

                                                                                                  Jordan swallowed hard, as the man continued to pump his cum into the empty basin of the sink. He got a whiff of the man’s cum, and pretty soon, the man was flicking his, quickly drooping dick, freeing the last drops of cum into the sink and onto the counter. The man wiped the head of his dick along the black granite, smearing a streak of clear cum residue, and turned, leaving the room. Jordan leaned back against the wall, activating the hand dryer, and jumped forward. He left the towel on the counter, and left the bathroom.

                                                      He walked to the right down another hall, and entered a brighter room. This room had a small stage, and there were a few naked men on stage, jerking off. Jordan walked up to the small crowd standing around, and saw a man and woman having sex on the floor of the stage. The man was on his back, and the woman was riding his dick. They were quiet and smooth, while the fucked. The men jerking off formed a half circle, in full view of the audience. One by one they ejaculated onto the man. He didn’t make any noise, and kept his eyes closed. Some cum splattered across his face, and on his mouth, and chin. He had cum on his chest and arms as well, and down his abs. Some cum got onto the woman, but the main object was the man.

                                                                       Jordan stood by, and watched as the men slowly became replaced with new men, jerking their dicks and cumming onto the man, and woman. The man would occasionally wipe at his face, but otherwise, remained still, on his back, while the woman rode his dick. Jordan was hard again, and had completely forgotten his drink in the bathroom. He cleared his throat, licking at his lips. He was enjoying the show, when an usher in a red coat approached him, reaching his hand out, and pointing toward the right side of the stage. Jordan obeyed, and the man led him through the audience. As they got through the small crowd, Jordan could see a few more men had been herded on that end. There were men undressing, and jerking.

                                                                     Jordan quickly realized he’d been selected to participate. He got nervous, but almost came in his pants just thinking about being part of the excitement. He quickly undressed, and was grouped by another usher, with 5 more guys about his size and build. They were all jerking off, and a couple of the men started jerking each other off. Jordan was afraid of cumming too soon, and avoided any strong motions with his fist. He kept it light, and barely squeezed his shaft. His balls were high and tight, and his dick was throbbing in his fist. His group was two behind the other groups of men, and then quickly they were the next group to go on stage. He leaned his weight on one side, to take the pressure from his center of gravity. He was relaxed, and slowly jerking off. He glanced down, taking in his body. He was glad he had been working out the past couple of months. his chest was strong, and his stomach was flat, although he wished for more muscle. He had some chest hair, and a dark line of stomach hair, that spread to a bushly amount of pubic hair around his shaft and balls. His dick was about 6″ long, but he had girth, which set him apart from the others in his group.

                                                   It was their turn, and soon, he was one of six men jerking off around the fucking couple. The woman seemed bored, and the man was motionless, looking up helplessly at the men jerking their dicks over him. He was completely covered in cum, and Jordan realized that the cum around his crotch was lubricating his sex with the woman. She would occasionally scoop some toward her, and finger herself, and his lower shaft. Jordan closed his eyes, feeling his orgasm building. The guy next to him started moaning, and shot cum clear off the edge of the stage. A couple people in the crowd silently applauded him, and he aimed his dick down toward the man on the floor, hitting him right in the mouth. The man wiped at his lips, and opened his mouth to breath, when another man started cumming. Jordan watched as some of it got into the man’s mouth. He started to gag, but remained motionless, choking down the cum that had entered his lips.

                                                                                                       Jordan felt a sudden rush in his loins, and turned toward the man, shooting his load across the woman’s shoulder, dripping some cum onto her breasts, but unloading a nice thick stream across the man’s chin and lips. Jordan always cam a lot when he jerked off. He loved the feeling of shooting a thick wad when he was alone, and this took his pleasure to a new level. The man on the floor had clamped his mouth and eyes tightly shut, while Jordan emptied out on him. Their group had finished, and they turned and walked off the stage.

                                                                                      Jordan dressed quickly, and felt an arm under his. It was a man from one of the other groups, who pulled at his arm. Jordan followed him down the hall, to the bathroom. The man led Jordan through the bathroom to the stall at the end, and closed the door behind them. He started undressing before Jordan, and he soon realized it was the man who jerked off at the sink. The man smiled at Jordan, and reached out to help him undress. Jordan remained calm, and let the man undress him fully. Soon the man was on his knees, sucking on Jordan’s limp dick. He usually needed a good 2o minutes to get hard again after he came. He felt the vibration of the man’s moaning on his shaft, and was hard, faster than he’d imagined he would be.

                                                                                    The man was so good at giving head, and Jordan was rock hard in a minute. The man was slurping loudly on his shaft, and working it over pretty good. Jordan leaned back against the wall of the large stall, and felt the man let go of his dick. He stood and turned from Jordan, bending over. He spit in his hand, and started lubing his ass up with it. He repeated this about six times, and grabbed Jordan’s dick, pressing it to him. Jordan had never fucked a man before, but as soon as he felt the tightness of the man’s ass hole, he quickly felt a craving to own it. He grabbed the man’s hips, and started thrusting in and out. He quickened his pace, and was soon fucking the man wildly, slapping his balls and abs against the man’s crouching body.

                                                                                                       They had been fucking for only a few minutes, when Jordan felt his cum rising. He continued fucking the man, and came in his ass, letting out short grunts and growls. The man had been bracing himself against the wall, and was almost bent completely over, to the floor. Jordan pulled out, and the man reached up, spreading his ass cheeks. Jordan watched as cum started to ooze out of the man’s ass. It was kind of cool. Jordan dressed quickly, and opened the stall door, to see an Usher in a red coat standing before him. He was grabbed by the arm, and led through the halls, and rooms, back up the stairwell, and down the foyer to the front steps. He was practically thrown out the front doors, and walked down the steps, confused. The SUV pulled up, and the driver got out, walking around, and opened the door for Jordan. He wasn’t sure what had happened, although it felt amazing to fuck a man’s ass.

                                                                                                              The driver said nothing, and as Jordan got out, the driver turned around, handing him a card. Just a date, for the last day of the month. The driver turned back around, and Jordan stepped out. “Sir.” He looked up, seeing the driver turn his head slightly. “Next time, only fuck in public.” He started to laugh at himself, as he closed the door. That was some fucking party.

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“Good morning babe.” I could barely open my eyes, with bright light filling the room. I stretched and turned, seeing Caleb laying next to me, across the unfolded futon. He was so scruffy, and sexy, with that smirk of his. “Good morning.” “I got you something.” “What?” “Yeah, I ran out early and picked up breakfast. I figured we could eat together, before we have to get ready to go.” I  smiled, and leaned forward, feeling his lips press against mine. I tasted orange juice on his lips, and explored with my tongue. He moaned, and returned the gesture. He pulled away, with his eyes wide. “Damn, maybe we should skip breakfast and just bone.” “How romantic.” I rolled my eyes laughing. He reached his hand out, sliding his fingers down my chin, to my neck and chest, and then slowly down my stomach, sending goosebumps all over my body. I giggled and curled into a ball.

He moved over, completely covering my body, kissing all over my neck and chest, playfully. “Stop! I have to pee!” He sat up, laughing. “Ok, but when you get back, you’re mine.” “Agreed.” I giggled while I scooted off the mattress, and pulled on a t shirt and shorts. I had half a boner, but it was adjusted comfortably off to one side. I quickly made it to the bathrooms, and relieved myself. I pulled my shorts up, and turned toward the sinks, seeing Donnie standing just outside the shower area. He smiled and started toward me. He had his towel held around his waist. “Hey, what’s up?” “Hey, just takin care of business.” He was about to lean in, and we heard voices entering the bathroom. He rolled his eyes, and turned away, “I’ll see you around.” “Ok.” I felt bad, but for now I needed to validate Caleb. He was feeling left out, and I wanted him as much as the other two. 

I walked back to the dorm, quickly, and walked in, seeing Caleb stuffing his face, an egg McMuffin wrapper covering half his face. He started giggling when I walked in. “Sorry, I couldn’t wait.” His mouth was full, and he was definitely enjoying his food. I sat by him, and pulled my legs up on the ledge of the futon. He handed me a breakfast burrito, an egg mcmuffin, and a sausage biscuit. “What?” “I didn’t know what you’d want, so I got you a couple choices.” I smiled, and set down the burrito and biscuit. “Thanks Caleb.” He smiled, leaning over and giving me a greasy kiss on the cheek. “Ugh!” I wiped my face, shoving him away playfully. We ate in silence, until three sandwiches, two hashbrowns and a coffee were gone. 

Caleb sat back, pulling me back against him. “Ah…This feels great.” I nodded, and turned, kissing his lips. He turned his head, and we made out for a couple minutes. His alarm went off shortly after, and he groaned, as I got off him. “Damnit. Well, we had a nice morning anyway.” “It’s not over, we just need to get ready and get to class.” “Yeah, speaking of, I lost my charger, so I’ll need the notes drop boxed.” “You lost it? Or you just don’t want to look for it?” He turned, with a grin. “Yeah, thought so.” He tuned away, stripping off his shirt, and shorts, exposing his hairy ass, and wrapping a towel around his waist. I left my clothes on, and grabbed my towel and toiletries bag, following him out the door. 

We made our way down the hall to the showers, passing a few guys on their way to and from the bathroom. Donnie nudged by Caleb, and gave me a wink as he passed. Caleb turned, and rolled his eyes, brushing my hand. I felt bad for putting them in this situation, and part of me wanted to make a decision. But the fact was, they all made me feel great in different way. Caleb was the soft side. He was a slow and romantic love maker, great kisser, and always wanted to spend time with me. Donnie was sexy and big, and worked my body over every time we had sex. His appearance was arousing, and his dominant nature made me feel vulnerable, and desired. Chris was the gentle giant, but romantic as well. The way he wanted to spend time with me, but kept me a secret was almost like getting away with something, but being rewarded as well. I liked spending time with him, and I liked the way he was always concerned for me.

We showered quickly, and got back to the room, and dressed. We made out for awhile on the futon before stepping out and heading to class. We found our seats up in our usual row, and played footsie all through the lecture. I still took notes, but probably not as thoroughly as I should’ve since we had a quiz the next day. We parted ways and I headed to my next class. I sat toward the back corner, and felt giddy when Chris walked in. He had a tight sweater on, that show cased his body, with the sleeves pushed up, and exposed bandages around one arm. He had cuffed khaki shorts on and a pair of nike high tops. His hair was combed over, and he had wooden plugs in. 

He walked back, smiling, and sat by me. I got a whiff of his cologne and body butter, and adjusted myself in my seat. “Hey sexy,” he whispered, while he laid out his ipad and keyboard. “Hey,” I whispered back, nudging his leg under the table. “What’s with the bandage?” “Oh, I got another tattoo.” “What is it?” “It’s just some tribal writing I found online that looked good.” “I wanna see it.” He slowly pulled at the bandaging, exposing his ink. It was a really cool design, in black and dark blue. It covered most of the underside of his forearm, and looked painful. I reached out to touch it, feeling the bumpy skin. “Poor baby,” I whispered, and looked up to see him watching my eyes. He smiled, and shrugged. “It’s ok, it doesn’t hurt, I just have to keep it clean.” He taped down the bandage, and class started, while we occasionally touched feet and exchanged nudges at the side. 

After class, we split ways in the hall. “Call me later, or kik me or somethin. This sucks man.” He shook his head and smiled, as I turned away. I made my way back to the dorms, stopping for a sandwich and bottle of water. It was gone by the time I reached our entrance, and I dropped the empty wrapper and bottle in the recycling bin before entering. I walked up the steps, texting Chris on kik while I walked, running into Donnie on the way up. “Whoa, babe, what’s up?” I looked up almost dropping my phone, “Oh hey!” He leaned in, giving me a bear hug, kissing my neck quickly, and pulling back, as the door opened and a couple guys shuffled down the steps past us. “I’m just heading up to chill til this afternoon.” “You wanna go for a ride with me?” He looked me up and down, smiling. “Sure, let me just drop my bag off.” “Yay, I’ll meet you out by my car in back.” I smiled. “Ok, see you out there.” I quickly went up the rest of the steps, and down the hall to my room. Caleb wasn’t there, so I found a piece of paper, and wrote a quick note: “Went with Donnie for a ride, but I’ll be back. Can’t wait to see you :)”

Donnie drove us around for a few minutes, and then said he needed to go to the store to get some new Jordans. We went to the mall, walking in through the main foot court entrance. I asked if we could stop at Orange Julius, and he laughed and agreed. “Sure thing boy.” We walked over, and I ordered a medium strawberry julius. “Make it a large,” Donnie said, and stepped in front of me to pay for it. I smiled, and stepped aside. He grabbed the drink from the girl across the counter, taking a big sip, and handing it to me. “Good choice.” I nodded, and happily drank the deliciousness.

We went into Footlocker, and Donnie tried on a few different pair, asking my opinion. I liked all of them, which resulted in him buying…all of them. He giggled as he turned around, with two large bags. “Hey, I’m no longer taking you shopping with me.” I smiled and punched his arm. “I can’t help it, they all looked good.” “Yeah? Well good, cause you’re gonna be seeing me in them for awhile.” We walked out, and down the main walk way. “You wanna go anywhere?” “Nah, I have class in an hour, so we should head back.” “Ok, let’s go then.” We walked out to the car, and Donnie loaded the bags in the back while i got in, checking my phone. Chris had kik’d me back about wanting to hangout later. I quickly texted back that I’d let him know, but shouldn’t be a problem. 

I’d wanted the week to be spent focusing on Caleb. After the amazing sex last night, I had no doubts that we would be fine. He’d pulled out the futon, to the full sized bed, and we’d added both of our blankets and pillows, creating a love nest. He had taken his time, exploring my body with his lips. He’d lifted my legs up, kissing down the back of my thighs, and balls. He’d parted my ass cheeks, and spent a few minutes pleasuring me, and getting me wet and loose. He’d slowly fucked me, paying extra close attention to my indications of cumming. We’d made out more than any other time (my lips had swollen by the time I went to brush my teeth before bed). We’d spent the entire night naked, and although he only came twice, we had sex about 4 times. I got off a couple of times as well, but couldn’t manage a third orgasm. I was definitely connected emotionally.

Donnie and I got back with enough time for me to run upstairs, and grab my things, and head out the door. Caleb still hadn’t come back to the room, and my note was still on his dresser. I wasn’t sure if he’d read it, and just left it, or if he hadn’t come back. He hadn’t responded to my texts or drop box. I hurried to class, and sat through it, shuffling my feet occasionally, hoping the clock would speed up. I got a text from Caleb saying he read my note, and had gone to the gym to work out. he was going to take me out for dinner, so not to make any plans with anyone else. I was relieved, and patiently waited out the rest of the afternoon. I got back to the dorm, and Caleb was styling his hair in his mirror. He turned and smiled, “hey boy.” “Hey you, you look great!” He’d gotten an undercut haircut, and styled it up in the front. I wanted to shower, but decided I’d just wear a nicer shirt. I was wearing some new skinny jeans, and pulled on a slim fit checkered shirt, with a blue collar and cuffs, and slipped on my moccasins. Caleb kissed my neck and cheek, and whispered “You’re so fucking cute.” He pulled away with a grin on his face. 

We left shortly after, and got in his car, to head out somewhere. We decided on Noodles & Co. We went through the line and ordered the pad thai. We got our drinks and picked a table in the corner by the window. There were only 2 other tables with people at them, so it was relatively quiet. We talked about our day and the coming weekend. Caleb said he was really excited, and his parents weren’t sure if they would be around. His Dad had retired earlier in the year, and his Mom was a part time teacher. Whether or not they were home, he said we’d have a great weekend. I agreed, and couldn’t keep the smile off my face. He was so handsome. 

We finished our meal, and headed back to the dorm. We got in the dorm, and I sprawled out across the futon, full, and exhausted. Caleb was close behind me, stripping off his shirt, and unbuttoning his jeans. He draped his arm over my lower back, with his face pressed against mine. We didn’t say anything, just lay quietly. I turned over, and played with his freshly cut hair. “You like it?” I love it.” “Yeah?” He looked up smiling. “Yeah, it’s a grown look, but it looks great.” “Thanks babe.’ He leaned over, kissing my cheek. “So what are we gonna do now?” “I know what I want to do, but I thought I’d give you a day off.” He smirked at me. “Um…I’m down for that.” “Yeah?” He sat up, pushing off his jeans. He had on boxer briefs, that showcased his bulge immaculately. He straddled me, pushing up my shirt, quickly unbuttoning it. I put my arms up, and sighed, enjoying the affections. He kissed up my stomach and chest, while unbutton my shirt, and then worked his way down the button fly of my jeans. 

I lifted myself up off the mattress, while he cupped my lower back, and pulled off my jeans and briefs. I was hard by the time my neck flopped up, slapping against my stomach. He worked his hand around my balls, and the short bristles of pubes surrounding my dick. He teased the base of my shaft, and I crossed my arms over my face, giggling. It felt amazing. He started to slowly stroke my shaft, up and down, while he rested my ass on his thighs. he still had his boxer briefs on, but I could feel him hard against my ass. 

He was coating my pre cum around the head and part of my shaft, and soon I felt his lips around me. He slurped and moaned while he bobbed his head up and down my dick. I slid my palms up and down his thighs while he orally pleased me. I pulled at the waistband of his boxer briefs, and felt him loosen his grip, and quckly letting my dick fall to my stomach again. He pushed me down his thighs, while he worked his way out of his underwear. I lay back, with my legs spread. He quickly was between them, kissing me passionately, and working his hand down between my thighs, fingering at my hole. 

I was moaning, while he teased me, working his lips down my neck to my sweet spot. I craved him so bad. He spit in his hand and started stroking his dick, while we kissed. “I want you inside.” “Fuck….I’m on it babe.” He lifted my thighs, and pressed his dick against my hole, slowly pushing at the tight ring of muscle. I had my hands around the back of his head, feeling the freshly cut short hairs at the back. He was giggling, while he kissed my neck. I heard the door handle turn, and suddenly Donnie was peeking in the room. “Oh my God!” I jumped, with my legs around Caleb’s waist. He turned and was quickly off the bed, pushing at Donnie. “Dude chill.” “Get the fuck out man.” Donnie looked pissed, and shocked at the same time, glancing quickly at me, before moving his head and shoulder out of the door. Caleb quickly shut and locked the door. He turned, coming back to the bed. 

I had pulled the sheet over me, and still had it up to my chin. We started giggling as he got into bed. He was grinding against me, still hard. “Well, he fucking got an eye full.” “Oh my God…I…I don’t know what to say.” I was still shocked, and lay back against the bed. Caleb started kissing my neck again, giggling and moaning against me. He spit in his hand again, stroking his dick, and soon he was inisde me. 

The sex was slow, and enjoyable. He came shortly after, but continued fucking me softly. I felt him warm and wet in me, and he stroked me off, while I came all over my chest and stomach. The feeling of him sliding in and out of me, while I enjoyed the after glow of my orgasm, was incredible. We changed positions, with him still in me, and I was on my side, with him going at it from behind. He came again in a few minutes, and kissed along my shoulder, and down my upper back.

We fell asleep with Caleb still inside. I woke up the next morning, feeling completely relaxed, and worked over. My whole body was warm, and I felt completely at ease. I rolled over, seeing Caleb sleeping quietly, with just the head of his hard dick poking out from his abs and thigh. I pulled the sheet up over his body, and grabbed a hoodie and shorts, pulling them on. I headed down to the showers, and cleaned up, while I had the time alone. The hot water was relaxing and intense. I wrapped in my towel, and walked back to the dorm. 

I sat on the edge of the futon, and scrolled through my messages I had completely forgotten about Chris wanting to spend some time with me last night. I checked kik and all I read was: “I can’t do this anymore.” My heart sank.

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Casey pulled into the site, easing his way across the graded parking lot. His convertible sat low and even though the parking lot base was graded smooth he still knew his car was not ideal for a construction site. He thought about trading for a SUV but money was still tight having just gone through internship and the cost of license exams and his recent move to a nicer apartment closer to his job. Besides, he still loved the little convertible, for it got him through five years of Architecture in college and the last four years of being on his own working for a small firm in town. Every time the weather was in the upper seventies and the skies clear and he had the top down he forgot all about the impractical aspects of only having two seats and a small trunk.

The project was coming along with the building enclosed and the HVAC systems operating allowing the interior work to proceed. The site was in final grading along the perimeter and paving was to start this month. Casey had his camera and clip board with the general contractor’s application for payment. He entered the building to review the work completed since last month and Clark approached him, the site superintendent carrying his own copies of the paperwork.

“Wish you could have gotten here sooner. The plumber had some questions but he had to leave so I’ve got them here” Clark said as soon as Casey came up to him, always straight to the point. Casey knew he seemed put off by someone who looked so young on the job site telling him what needed to be done but Casey had been on job sites every since joining the firm, first going along with one of the other architects learning the ropes and finally on this small commercial project doing the reviews on his own.

“Sorry, but I’ve got two other jobs I’m watching, and one is just starting up so we had a long meeting set up to kick it off.”

Clark just nodded.

They walked the building, along the front storefront, down the side and rear walls, across the open floor looking up at the work above and finally they headed toward the back support areas.

“Most of the subs are gone already but the electrician is still here. They got here late today so they’re working late” Clark said as they went through a framed opening, the door not yet hung.

Construction lights were sitting on the floor angled up and a scissors lift sat in the middle of the room. There was an older man, middle age with slight graying at the temples, standing on the floor with an electrical plan in his hands. He was looking up at the guy on the lift who was wiring light fixtures and the two of them were talking back and forth.

“Neil, you guys making headway?” Clark asked as they approached, and as usual he didn’t bother to introduce Casey.

“Hi, I’m Casey, with the architect” he said as he approached moving around Clark.

“Neil” the electrician replied and he didn’t introduce the other guy, the one Casey was having a hard time not staring up at while he worked over them.

The three of them talked for a few minutes, discussing some light fixture arrangement and work the sprinkler contractor needed to adjust to miss the fixtures and Casey made notes of the adjustments for his report. When Clark and Neil began to discuss schedule, Casey excused himself to look at the progress of work in the back spaces. As he moved around the room he kept glancing up at the guy on the lift and when he was looking at the lights installed his eyes lingered on the guy. He looked tall on the lift but being ten feet in the air Casey wasn’t sure, but the guy looked lanky, long arms and legs, both exposed with him wearing cargo shorts and a t-shirt with the sleeves ripped off. Casey looked up as the guy reached up to wire another fixture and he saw the patch of brown hair, a tight little patch right in the concave part of the underarm area. He saw the tattoo on one bicep and how the guy’s arms looked so smooth, and as he eyes scanned down the lean torso, looking up the shirt and seeing a small trail of hair rise up out of the cargo shorts leading up to the navel, he wondered what his body looked like naked, wondered if he was skinny or lean, muscular like a runner or swimmer. He knew some of these guys on job sites, those who looked skinny could be scrappy, aggressive in their manner and it enticed Casey, something alluring about this roughness. He let his eyes scan on downward over the long legs and they way they were lightly dusted with brown hair.

When Casey let his eyes travel back up the guy’s body to his face he found the guy looking back down at him. A smile, or was it a sneer, was on his face and Casey quickly looked down and moved away continuing his review of the work.

Casey went room to room and time and time again he ran into the young electrician and after a while he wondered if the guy was deliberately crossing his path. Then he wondered if he was just being wishful, letting his imagination run away with him. In the room with the electrical main Casey was reviewing the layout, looking at how the large conduit and the small runs were set against the wall and then overhead across the ceiling. He tried to check the penetrations but couldn’t see with some structure and other gear in the way. He turned to go to the other side of the wall and the young electrician was standing at the door.

“Oh…ah..do you happen to know if the conduit is sealed with fire caulk at the wall up there” Casey asked, stammering as he spoke, pointing up to the area of concern.

“I think it is, but I’m not sure. You want to get a closer look?” the guy replied.

“Yeah?” Casey said, wondering what the guy was going to do.

“Wait here” the guy replied and he walked off saying nothing more.

A few minutes later Casey heard the scissors lift approaching, the whine of its electric motor and the squeal of the steering mechanism. The young electrician had the lift lowered all the way and came through the door and pulled to the wall were Casey wanted to get a closer look.

“Climb on” the guy said to Casey. Casey climb up on the platform and he realized how small the platform really was by how close he had to stand to the guy. He was so close they almost touched and Casey found himself reaching out, tempted to touch the guy who had his back to Casey.

“I’m Casey.”

“Zach” he replied with his back still turned toward to Casey as he worked the controls raising the lift. They rose slowly up until Casey could easily see over the structure and gear to the place where the conduit penetrated the wall. He took a photograph and began making some notes when he sensed Zach standing closer.

“Does everything look good?” Zach asked his voice low.

“Y-y-y-yeah” Casey replied and he glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw Zach was so close they were almost touching and he wanted to lean toward him, move just a little and let his arm brush up against Zach’s bare arm. Casey realized Zach wasn’t as tall as he first thought, a couple inches shorter than his own five eleven but up close he realized Zach was even more attractive, his skin so smooth, even on his face where he appeared not to even be shaving and his eyes were a dark brown.

“I saw you looking at me” Zach said in a low whisper and Casey pretended not to hear him. “Was I mistaken?” Zach asked a little louder, his voice sarcastic.

Casey looked over at Zach and saw him smile at him and he watched Zach raise one arm and suddenly Casey felt the hot touch of Zach’s hand on his back, felt it move upward to his neck where fingers massaged his neck, Zach’s long fingers working over his skin, his grip firm and soothing. Zach’s other hand came up to Casey’s stomach and pressed against him, then moved in a circular motion, slowly, going downward each time till he was groping Casey, his fingers digging into the crotch of Casey’s khakis feeling his cock, it growing with his arousal.

“You want me, don’t you?” Zach said, his voice low, commanding, and Casey just looked at him nodding his head. Zach held Casey by the neck taking his clip board and camera. Zach moved to him bringing his lips to Casey’s kissing him roughly.

Casey couldn’t believe what was happening to him, how quickly Zach was moving things along and how his fear someone would come in on them mixed with his desire for Zach to do more. Zach pulled back, released his neck and bent down laying Casey’s things on the floor of the lift. When he stood up he took Casey’s hand and brought it to his crotch.

“Feel what you’ve done to me” Zach said as Casey did what Zach wanted and began to manipulate the cock in the loose cargo shorts. Casey felt Zach’s cock, felt it grow thick and hard, and he ran his fingers along its length and squeezed the soft worn fabric tightly around it revealing its size. Zach unbuttoned his shorts and unzipped them letting them fall to his ankles. His boxers were tented out and Casey reached for it but Zach brushed his hand to the side and took the boxers by the waist and pulled them down. His cock sprang up hard, the head flared out and Casey felt Zach pushing down on his shoulders.

“Suck me…you know you want to” Zach said and Casey went down on his knees. Zach’s cock had darker skin, the shaft thick and veined and Casey held it in his hand looking at the gapping slit. He put his tongue to it, bore into it and then swirled his tongue around the head making Zach inhale deeply. He dragged his tongue down the shaft and back up till the head nestled against his lips. Zach was inpatient, eager to get off and he pushed forward sinking his cock into Casey’s mouth. Casey held Zach by the thighs to keep from falling back as Zach drove his cock in and out of his mouth, the pace fast and furious.

Casey worried someone would come in and catch them, worried how it’d look for him to be on his knees sucking this electrician’s cock, or in this case taking a hard mouth fuck, for Zach piston his cock in and out of his mouth till drool ran down his chin. He felt Zach’s cock grow fully erect filling his mouth and Zach grabbed him by the hair and pulled his mouth forward as he pushed inward with his hips and Casey took it, took every thrust, feeling his own cock grow thicker, the confinement in his khakis painfully noticeable. It aroused him as much as it made him anxious; this sex out in the open.

Zach pulled from Casey’s mouth and reached under his arms helping him to stand up. Zach kissed him roughly, his long fingers wrapped around the back of Casey’s neck holding him tightly.

“I want to fuck you” Zach said when he pulled back looking Casey in the eyes, their faces so close as to nearly be touching. Casey turned around and let Zach do the work as he held the top rail. Zach leaned against his back with hard cock pressed into his ass as he reached around and undid the belt, unbuttoned the khakis and pulled the zipper down. It was only the briefest of moments and Casey felt his pants and boxers slide down his legs. His cock sprang up hard, the head wet. His shirt tail brushed over it and lay loose over his ass and the nakedness of his lower body, his cock exposed was all the more apparent. Zach took him by the neck and pushed him over and he reached down and held the lower rail, his body bent over, making him look down at the floor several feet below. His ass was upturned and Zach shoved his shirt up his back and he quickly felt cock rubbing over his ass, pressing against him and when Zach held his waist, cock at his hole, Zach pushed forward stretching him open and penetrated him. Zach eased into him slowly letting him adjust to the breach of his hole and soon he felt Zach’s hips press up against his ass.

“Nice…nice and tight” Zach whispered in his ear as he lay over his back, cock buried all the way in his hole.

Casey felt his vulnerable state, his nakedness, up on the lift, his own cock hard and leaking with Zach buried all the way inside of him. Bent over double, his sense of balance thrown off, and he looked up at his own cock and the drool stringing down from the head. He was so excited, so aroused, anxious and scared at the same time. Zach began to fuck, to drive his hips back and forth, hard, slamming into his ass making the lift rock frightfully with him leaning over the rail.

“Shit…take me…fuck…” Zach was stammering as he fucked with an urgency, a need to cum and Casey sensed Zach’s urgency, his lust, and he held tight to the lower rail and took each push inward, feeling Zach sink into him over and over. Zach lay on his back and kept his hips moving as he reached around and took Casey’s cock and stroked it to the rhythm of his fuck. Faster and faster, the lift rocking and Zach and Casey grunting and moaning, and all too soon, but not quick enough either, Zach began to jab his cock into Casey, hard short thrusts forward.

“Fuck…I’m coming” Zach grunted and he pound his cock into Casey’s hole filling it with his cum. His hand kept up its pace, the grip firm and Casey rocked his hips as best he could, thrusting his cock though Zach’s fist till he came, pumping his cum through the open guardrail and down to the floor below.

Zach helped Casey stand and the two of them quickly dressed and just as Casey got his belt slipped back into place they heard Neil coming calling out for Zach.

“In here” Zach replied as he lowered the lift.

Casey felt the fear rise up of how they were so close to being caught and he climbed down to the floor and gave Zach a look of longing and fear, his emotions all mixed up. Neil came in and began to tell Zach what they had to get completed before they left. Casey wanted to talk with Zach but saw that would be impossible with Neil in the room and he also wondered if he was just another fuck for Zach, someone available for his pleasure. He left the room and finished his survey and when he was at the front door ready to leave he wondered if he should go in search of Zach, but then he thought of how Zach had said little before, during or after and that assumed he should just go.

The parking area was empty of construction vehicles except for the electrician’s van and Casey’s little convertible. As he approached he reached into his pocket for the keys and he felt something in his pocket and he took it out. A piece of cardboard, the end flap torn from a small box and he flipped it over to the back side and saw on the dark brown paper something written in pencil. It was Zach’s name and number with a short message underneath.

“Call me tonight.”

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A HOT Excerpt from “Luke and Slader: The Whole Story” available at most retailers (BANNED ON AMAZON as too hawt!). Luke has become Slader’s slave, and is finally ready to get walked on a leash like the doggie he is, right into the infamous Dark Bar. Turns out Slader’s brother Jim is there too, and his fellow Marine has some needs, too…

It was a busy Friday night, nearly 11 o’clock when they made their entrance, prime time at a gay bar in a town when the bars closed at 2. Dark Bar was the sleaziest, dirtiest, sexiest bar in town, the place to go if your goal was to get laid. At most gay bars, you couldn’t go by yourself – they’re full of guys who were there with friends, out for the social, and maybe you’d meet a friend of a friend and hook up, or exchange phone numbers.

But Dark Bar was the bar you went to alone, so you didn’t have to make your excuses to anyone when you nodded to that hot guy across the room, and he came over and offered to stick his dick in your mouth right here and now.

Slader and Luke were carded by the bouncer, house rules, but there’d be no cover charge for Slader Jacobs. Luke looked around as he entered, a few steps ahead of Slader. The place was packed. Men looked at him, looked away, did a double take – even here, it was unusual to see a masked man on a leash.

The more sophisticated, or jaded, looked and looked away. The curious kept looking, some of them doing a triple take when they saw who was holding the leash. Just remember that, Luke reminded himself, just remember how many of them would do all you’ve done and more to be in here with Slader fucking Jacobs.

He saw some guys he knew – Jake and Steve and Hal from the gym. Oh shit. They will fucking burn up the phone lines if they recognize me. Every time I go in to work out, there they’ll be, whispering like a bunch of fucking teenage girls. He instinctively moved towards the back wall, the dark and anonymous seating area, but Slader yanked his chain just enough to stop him.

“Bar,” Slader said, and Luke followed now as Slader cut his way through the crowd, who parted almost instinctively at the heat and scent of the alpha male.

“Matt,” Slader nodded at the bartender. “Two shots of Jager.” Matt grinned and poured what was clearly two triple shots. Slader reached for one and as Luke reached for his, Slader slapped his hand.

“Bad dog,” Slader said, glowering.

“Sorry, Sir,” Luke said, abashed.

Slader pulled something out of his pocket. Luke recognized it – a portable dog dish. Slader easily moved a few people out of the way, many of the leather-clad crowd eager to see what happened next.

Slader flexed out the dish into shape and put it on the floor. He poured a shot into it. “Sit,” Slader commanded, pushing Luke’s shoulders down so he was on his knees. “Down,” he said, pressing him till he was now on hands and knees. “Drink.”

Luke looked around him at the booted feet. “Fuck yeah,” someone whispered encouragingly.

Luke stuck his face in the bowl and lapped up his shot. Slader scratched him behind the ear. “Good dog.” Luke was surprised at how good it felt. Slader waited till he’d licked the bowl clean, then folded it up and put it in his pocket.

“Walk,” Slader said, tugging the chain to the left, and Luke knew what he had to do. On his hands and knees, a dog’s length ahead of Slader, he crawled across the floor, pushing surprised men out of his way with a shoulder to their legs.

“Slader!” Luke heard someone shout. He saw the legs rush up to Slader’s, invade his space “Slader, it’s me!”

“So what?” Slader asked contemptuously.

Luke looked up to see who “me” was. Holy shit…it was Jamie. From Jamie’s Brutal Abduction, the hottest, nastiest gay porn movie ever, the movie that had started all of this.

“I’ve missed you,” Jamie whined. “I texted you.” He was still cute, Luke thought, but god damn, nobody’s cute when they act that needy.

Slader shrugged. “And your point is?”

“I really want…” Jamie finally noticed Luke on the floor. “Who’s this?”

Slader laughed. “None of your fucking business is who it is.”

“You’re right…Sir, sorry Sir,” Jamie said hastily. “I just…I just want your cock again, Sir, I want it so bad…” Jamie got on his knees in front of Slader, crowding Luke out and away. Luke thought of going full bad dog and tearing his throat out with his teeth, but something stopped him. He wanted to see how this would play out.

It wouldn’t be the first or the last time someone got their cock sucked in Dark Bar, Luke knew. He’d never done it himself, always had an eye out for who might talk, who might whisper…what a waste of time, he realized now.

Slader looked at Luke. “What do you think, doggie?”

Luke thought of what Slader had said at dinner the night he’d given him the chain.

“You put this on, you’re committing to more than just a fling in my basement. You put this on, and you’re mine. Maybe I don’t call you for weeks. Maybe I make you service my crew again. Maybe I cut that boot up and serve it to you. Maybe I take you to Folsom Street Fair and make you my bitch in front of God and everyone. But…” he held up a hand. “But I also take care of you. I make you cum. I don’t touch another man, and neither do you, unless I make you.” He flushed. “I don’t know about this love shit. But this is what I can offer now. Me. Take me or leave me, as I am.”

He couldn’t tell Slader what to do. He couldn’t remind him of his promise. Luke thought about what to say. This was a test. If he said, “Whatever you want is fine, Sir,” that would be a lie, and he knew that the one thing Slader expected, demanded of him, was the truth.

“I don’t think he’s good enough to suck MY cock, Sir, let alone yours.”

The crowd around them exploded in laughter. Humiliated, and not at the hands of a master but at the paws of a dog on the floor, Jamie ran for the door.

Slader leaned down and whispered in his hear. “You wanna show them how it’s done, doggie?”

“Yes, Sir!” Luke said enthusiastically.

He could feel the heat and the tension rising around him. The men gathered in closer, both for a better look and to screen the action from anyone who might stop it. Slader flipped open his belt, undid the button of his jeans and zipped them down hard and fast, like a man who’d been holding it in for too long. His fat cock was out, already half hard, and Luke eagerly clamped his mouth on it.

Slader put his hands on the back of his head and started pushing, using Luke’s head like a human Fleshlight, pumping it, pulping it. Luke’s incisors nicked the side of Slader’s ever-growing cock and Slader pulled out.

He slapped Luke, the spandex hood taking some of the sting out of the blow but not much. “Bad dog. Try again.”

Back into his mouth, back down his throat the cock went. He felt another hand reaching in, pushing his head down on Slader’s cock. Slader’s own hands went behind his head, his eyes half closed. Another man’s hand touched Slader’s belly and Luke instinctively reached up and removed it.

Slader laughed. “Jealous.”

Luke nodded, his mouth full of cock. The other men chuckled, but still tried to touch Slader’s ass, his chest, his cock. Luke defended his territory calmly but firmly, finally wrapping his arms around Slader’s waist to remove the territory from contention. A few tried to reach down and touch Luke’s cock, but found the cage and backed off.

“I want some of that mouth,” a man said next to Slader.

“What up, Jim,” Slader nodded. “You do, huh?”

“Oh hell yeah…” Luke looked at Jim. He was nearly Slader’s twin, the dark hair and eyes, the receding hairline, the lean taut body, the tattoos, the dark air of menacing lust.

“I think my doggie would like that, wouldn’t you?”

Luke nodded. No sense in lying. And Slader had warned him, that he could easily make Luke service whoever he chose.

Slader and Jim both laughed. Jim casually pulled Slader’s cock out of Luke’s mouth and put his hand in, hard and rough like Slader’s. “Pretty mouth,” he said. “The rest of his face that nice?”

“You’ll never know,” Slader said. “He’s shy.”

“He doesn’t look that shy to me, brother.”

Holy shit. He did look like Slader, only a couple years younger, a little shorter, full sleeve tattoos on his arms…was it literally Slader’s brother?

“He’s still worried what people think,” Slader said with a shrug, just as casually replacing Jim’s hand with his cock in Luke’s mouth again, and on the word “think” he gave a forceful, almost contemptuous shove with the head of his cock, ramming it past Luke’s tonsils, as if to make a point about what he thought of that.

“Ah,” Jim said. “Too bad.”

“Yeah,” Slader said casually, skullfucking Luke with one hand on the back of his head, taking Jim’s beer with the other and knocking back half of it. “Pretty promising candidate, too.”

“He can suck the chrome off a bumper, can’t he.”

“Yeah,” Slader acknowledged, pulling his dick out. He took another sip of beer and leaned over Luke. Luke knew what to do, he arched his head and opened his mouth. Slader shot-spit the beer into his waiting hole, and he swallowed gratefully, mouth open again for more if that was what Slader wanted.

Pretty promising candidate, too… Slader had let him wear this mask tonight, this time, but suddenly Luke saw the problem with it…it wasn’t about him, it was about Slader! If he was ashamed to be seen, known, as Slader’s slave, what did that say about what he thought about Slader? Wasn’t Slader good enough, worth it, even if the price was all the gossip and clucking and shocked looks he’d have to put up with? Did he want to end up like Jamie, crumpled and needy and discarded?

Luke pulled off Slader’s cock, and before Slader could punish him for that, he reached up and with one swift stroke yanked the mask off his face.

Slader looked at him, shocked and still. “Oh my gawd!” a hen squawked in the distance. “That’s Luke!”

“Fuckin’ a, brother,” Jim whispered admiringly. “He’s hot.”

Slader nodded. “Yeah. Yeah he is.” He lifted Luke up to his feet by the choke chain. Face to face, Slader was an inch or two taller than Luke.

Slader grabbed Luke’s jaw in an iron grip. Luke didn’t look away, didn’t flinch from whatever punishment he had coming. Slader’s eyes were dark furnaces, stoked and hot. He moved in, as if he was about to kiss Luke on the lips, but at the last second tilted his head and gently bit Luke on the throat like a vampire, like a wolf, then stood back.

“And he’s mine.”

Luke wasn’t prepared for the surge of joy, endorphins, oxytocin, dopamine that overwhelmed him. It felt like a new year, a border crossing, a personal best. By enslaving him, Slader had given him the ultimate freedom to choose – to choose the old life, of caution and shame and fear, or the new life, in which he announced to the world that yes, this was him, on his knees, in chains, before Slader Jacobs in front of God and everyone, and it was Slader’s opinion of him that was the only one that mattered now.

Slader whispered in his ear. “This is my little bro, back from his deployment. You want to help two Marines out tonight, doggie?”

Two Jacobs brothers, two jarheads, two brutal tops using his holes…

“Fuck yeah, Sir!”

Slader nodded and grinned at Jim. “Little bro, I got a homecoming present for you.”

The three of them got in the back of a cab, Luke in the middle. He took a longer look at Slader’s brother Jim. He was maybe five years younger than Slader, Luke would guess, in his mid-twenties, even leaner and more defined than Slader, tan from his time in the world’s deserts. Jim’s mouth wasn’t as cruel as Slader’s, Luke thought, but it had the firm set of a man who would clearly take no shit.

Jim’s hand reached over to Luke’s crotch and squeezed it. When Luke flinched, he paused and ran his fingers over the fabric, feeling the cage beneath. He chuckled. “You been working in the shop again, huh?”

Slader nodded. “You like my work?”

Jim’s face became expressionless, his eyes narrowed, meeting Luke’s as he squeezed harder this time, with intent to hurt him. Luke had been trained well by Slader now; it would take more pain than this to make him cry out. The wire cut into his ball sack but the look in Jim’s eyes made his cock start to get hard. “He likes it,” Jim whispered.

“Yeah he does,” Slader acknowledged. “You think I’d have a slave who didn’t?” The cab driver looked at them in the mirror but Luke was beyond caring about that now.

At the house, Slader waited for Luke to use his key to open the door. “Where’s your bags?” he asked his brother.

“At the station. Your dog here can get ’em for me later.”

Inside, Luke made a bee line for the basement. Jim laughed. “Shit, he’s ready ain’t he.”

“He likes you,” Slader said, “for now.”

“Bet I can work him over better ‘n you ever did.”

“Bullshit,” Slader said.

Down in the basement, Luke was unsure what to do next – go to the table, the cabinet, the mattress? The problem was solved for him when Jim grabbed him from behind, a forearm around his throat as he twisted Luke’s arm around his back.

“Let’s see what kind of little bitch you got here.” Letting go of Luke’s neck, Jim put his strong hands on Luke’s shoulders and thrust him to his knees. He danced around to face Luke, rubbing his crotch. “You tell him I’ve got a bigger dick ‘n you do?”

Slader pushed him to the side. “The fuck you do.”

“Hey man, I just got back, I haven’t had my fucking dick sucked in six months. You really gonna wear that out first?”

Slader laughed. “Flip for it.”

Jim pulled a quarter out of his pocket. He looked at Luke. “Call it for me, dog.”

“Tails,” Luke smiled, and the brothers laughed.

“Hell, yeah,” Jim said, spinning the coin in the air with a flick of his thumb and forefinger. It landed smartly on the back of his hand and he slapped the other down on it to keep it there. Slader lifted his hand.

“Tails it is.”

Jim dropped the coin and popped open his jeans. “Fuck yeah,” he said, wrenching his cock out, already hard and dripping with precum. He pried Luke’s mouth open with one hand and jammed his meat in. It was fatter than Slader’s, the precum was thicker and saltier, but the two brothers skullfucked the same way, both of Jim’s hands on the back of Luke’s head, punching his throat, fast, steady breathing as he worked. “Ah shit dude, this isn’t gonna take long.”

Slader grabbed Luke’s hands and started taping his wrists together behind his back, working fast. “That’s how you like ’em, isn’t it. All tied up and helpless like that.” He yanked Luke’s shorts down to reveal his bare ass. “Take a look at that ass while you’re at it.”

“Oh hell yeah,” Jim said breathlessly, working faster now, six months’ of unsucked cock like a stick of dynamite that had been leaking nitroglycerine for too long.

“Oh fuck!” he hissed, suddenly freezing in place, his cock buried to the hilt in Luke’s throat. Luke needed to breathe, didn’t want to breathe, wanted to feel that hard hot tube inside his head forever, those hands, Jacobs hands, around his head…then suddenly the tube twitched and the cum started erupting, and Jim was back in motion, spurting down Luke’s throat like a pump into a gas tank.

As Jim finished coming, Slader pulled Luke’s head off his brother’s cock and stuck his fingers in Luke’s mouth, getting a good coating of cum on. Then he jammed them up Luke’s asshole, and Luke screamed at the shock.

“Hurt him,” Jim whispered. “Let’s see what he can take.”

“He’s gonna love that fat cock up there too, if I let you put it in.”

Jim laughed. “Let me? You wanna fight for it?”

“I’m down for that. Fuckin’ tie you up, and make you watch me drill him all night long!”

“Fuck you!” Jim said, laughing and pushing his brother. “I’m gettin’ in there right now.”

“You just came, you can’t even get hard again,” Slader said, Jim’s push barely moving him off balance as he worked Luke’s ass harder with his fingers. “Now let me show you how to fuck an ass.”

Luke felt the familiar pressure of Slader’s cock against his hole, but only for a second before the head of Slader’s cock exploded past his sphincter. He yelled with the pain, straining against the duct tape around his wrists.

“You ain’t changed, man,” Jim said. “Still love to fucking shred their asses.” He put his fat cock, still dripping with the last of his juices, back into Luke’s mouth, grabbing Luke’s jaw to get what he wanted. Luke’s body jerked with the impact of each of Slader’s thrusts, forcing his head down again on Jim’s cock.

Luke’s ass was on fire. Slader had used only a little of his brother’s cum as lube. Jim took his hands off Luke’s head to tap the Luminox on his wrist. “It’s time. You ready to play?”

Slader’s cock popped out of Luke’s ass like a rocket. “You wanna lube him up?”

“You know I do.” Jim caught the bottle of Astroglide that Slader tossed him, and squeezed a generous glob onto his hand. His cock still in Luke’s mouth, he bent over and investigated Luke’s hole with two fingers, as hard and meaty and rough as Slader’s but slower, steadier, pushing just a little more lube a little deeper up Luke’s ass with each motion, then three fingers, further, slicker, then finally the tips of all four.

“Don’t stretch it out,” Slader barked.

“He’s good,” Jim said. He rubbed his lubed hand on Luke’s face to clean it, and Luke eagerly licked his fingers. Then Jim took the watch off and held it in one hand, and pushed a button on its side. “Go!”

That instant, Slader jammed his cock back up Luke’s ass, his hands on Luke’s shoulders to keep him in place. “One! Two! Three! Four!” Jim counted each thrust as Slader pounded hard and fast.

“Fuck! Oh fuck!” Luke shouted with pain, with pleasure.

“Twenty, twenty one, twenty two…go go go!” Jim encouraged his brother, standing back, watching, letting Luke shout, breathe, his head bouncing with each impact.

“Five seconds! Ninety eight, ninety nine, yeah! One hundred! One oh one, One oh two…Time!”

And just as he called time, Slader pulled out. But there was no respite; Luke barely had a second to catch his breath as Jim tossed the watch to Slader, who caught it, pushed the button again and shouted “Go!” as the brothers switched places.

Then it was Jim’s cock ramming his ass, the pain that Slader had caused renewed as his muscles were torn even harder by Jim’s fatter cock, his cock cage biting into his tender flesh again and again. “Go! Go! Go!” Slader shouted, his eyes traveling back and forth between his brother and the watch.

Only then did Luke realize it was a contest between these two brothers, to see who could fuck harder and faster for thirty seconds, who could get the most strokes of his cock into Luke’s ass. Jim was determined not to lose, his hips and abs like V8 pistons giving Luke the full length and breadth of his tool every time.

“Ninety eight, nine, hundred, one oh one, two, three…Goddamn you,” Slader growled.

Jim laughed, groaned, time was up but he didn’t stop, punched and pumped harder now, his hands under Luke’s armpits, holding him by his shoulders underhanded as he shouted, “FUCK YEAH!” and blew his second load deep into Luke’s guts. “WINNER!”

Finally, spent, he pulled out and Luke collapsed to the ground on his side, out of breath and drenched with sweat.

“Damn! That was the best homecoming present ever. Thanks, man,” Jim said, wiping his brow with the back of his hand.

“You’re lucky I’m a generous man.” Slader gave Luke a gentle kick with his foot. “I wouldn’t share this with anyone else.”

Luke looked up and smiled at him. “Glad to do it, Sir.”

The brothers laughed. “Yeah,” Slader smirked. “I know you were.”

“So you gonna mark him?” Jim asked, catching the wet towel Slader threw him.

“I think so. I think he’s ready.” He looked at Luke. “Aren’t you?”

What did that mean, Luke thought? To be marked…marked by Slader. “Yes…Sir?” he said, wanting to do what Slader wanted but unable to keep his puzzlement to himself.

“I’ll let you choose,” Slader said. “The brand, the tat, or the piercing.”

Luke swallowed. This was it then…the moment he became Slader’s forever. A bond on his skin, in his flesh, Slader’s sign, irreversible…

Which would Slader want him to have? Tattoos were removable, piercings healed. Only one thing would show Slader how much he meant to Luke.

“The brand,” he whispered.

Slader smiled. He reached down and pulled Luke up to his feet by the ring in his harness. Face to face now, Slader leaned in, and Luke braced himself for the slap, the spit.

But it didn’t come. Slader’s tongue parted his lips, slid between his teeth, his own lips locking on Luke’s in a long hot passionate kiss.

At last, Luke thought, having finally earned his master’s trust, his affection, the ecstasy of it boiling his blood.

Then Slader broke off the kiss and nuzzled his ear. “Good man.”

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The first three times the built stud across the pool from me adjusted his obvious boner in his wet, clingy swimsuit, I resisted. But I’m a human, healthy, young gay male, and the fourth time, when he looked directly across the pool at me as he handled himself, again unsuccessfully hiding his “problem,” my own cock stirred more insistently than I could control.

I lowered my aviator-type sunglasses down my nose and looked over the top at the boned stud, and I cocked my mouth into a bit of an enigmatic smile. “Boned” grinned widely back at my own little smile, and he deliberately stretched, showing me exceptional guns, traps, pecs, delts, abs . . . his entire torso rippling with corded, sculpted muscle of bulked, pumped style. Very impressive, likely steroids involved, but certainly appealing . . . would have been even without the fat boner. Dark hair dusting his torso and more prominent on his strong arms and legs complemented a ruggedly handsome face that had me thinking of one of the Big Valley sons, I couldn’t remember the actor’s name, even though I’d shot plenty of wads fantasizing about him jacking off when I was a teenager.

Back to Boned – he was difficult to be distracted from, very difficult to be DICKstracted by. Would I wait for him to make the move or go to him? I certainly would have, if his stretch hadn’t turned into a fairly energetic near-vault off his lounge chair. He was heading for me, not making any effort whatsoever to hide the pointy protrusion from his swim trunks’ crotch. I could tell it was fat, but not how long as it looked more like it was caught up in his suit or liner.

I’d pushed my glasses up again and was relaxed back, or at least I was giving that impression, so when he reached my lounge chair, I turned slowly and was facing his bulge.

“Up here,” he was saying with a smirk when I finally looked up at him. “At least for now,” he added, adding mischief to the smirk.

It wasn’t my imagination that he moved slightly closer, though. I caught a whiff of his sweat. Mmmmmmm.

He was on the right side of my lounge, and he put his hand out, down-angled sufficiently so that I could awkwardly twist my own right arm up to grasp his hand. “Dave Merrick,” he introduced himself simply.

“Bill James,” I said with equal simplicity, holding his hand tighter and longer than would have been customary, but enjoying his strength and the contact.

“So, Bill James,” he said, though he didn’t continue.

We were not alone at the pool; quite the opposite. Still, I was on the corner edge, where Dave was standing nobody was immediately behind him, so I merely had to be quiet. “Your room or mine?”

He grinned wide, with ample mischief. Looking up over the ridges of his beefy eight-pack and thick slab pecs to his stubble-darkened chin jutting out above me, I wondered how those pecs and abs would look when his body tensed when I pushed my cock into him, hard and deep. “Where would you like to suck my cock?” he answered my question with a question, even softer than mine to him.

“Wherever you want me to ball your brains out after I drain your nuts,” I retorted, grinning up at him. And then it was my turn to bound out of my lounge. “Wherever, we’re wasting time!” I told him, looking down at him now by a few inches.

“What’s your room number?” he asked me.

I told him, and we agreed he’d wait five or ten minutes before he headed up. I’d be ready for him. And I was, when barely five minutes later – I’d just got inside the beautiful suite the very willing concierge that my buddies at the base recommended had gotten me – he knocked. It was a forceful, manly knock, not a timid downlow sort of knock either – NICE!

The knock started my cock thickening in my swimsuit, which I’d intended to swap for boxers to be more comfortable. When he entered, I got another whiff of his sweat, which caused the blood to RUSH into my cock, and I adjusted myself to try and get more comfortable in the confines of my suit.

“You getting naked, too, Bill James, or are you just gonna get on your knees that way and risk dislocating that huge woody of yours?” he smirked, already shucked out of his swimsuit and having pulled off his shirt.

I took notice, with some disappointment, that his beefiness of musculature did not extend to his equipment. Apparently the bulge I’d mistaken for girth had been length, sticking straight out, like a five-inch beercan – stubby but definitely a jaw stretcher in girth.

“C’mon, Billy, get yourself comfortable and enjoy. I know I sure am going to!” he grinned.

What the fuck. I pulled off my t-shirt and shimmied out of my too-tight-because-of-my-hardon swimtrunks and got on my knees in front of his cock as he said, “Damn you’re a fucking specimen, aren’t you? Military?”

He had small to tiny nuts, too. What a fucking turnoff usually, but something about this otherwise built – ripped, corded, mounds of muscle everywhere – man had me hungering for his stubby. I ignored the question and got close enough to inhale his sweat and musk, and my desires were sufficiently stoked for my cock to twitch. I put my tongue out and swiped it up from the underside of his thick head at the stalk over his piss slit and savored his sweat, uniquely male and genital, and a hint of acrid taste, must have been his piss. “Army here, but I’m guessing you’re Air Force,” he said around a long, “AAAAhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

I didn’t bother to correct the slight, as I usually didn’t tell tricks – even fellow servicemen – that I was a Marine, and damn proud of it! But I decided to show him how a Marine handles a cock, and I was certain he’d know the difference between a Marine and all others when I was done.

I swallowed him to the root, and again gave myself an inhaled dose of his male scent, which made my cock drip and made him slap his hands against the wall behind him and grunt, “OH FUCK!”

I pulled off his cock just long enough before I swallowed it again to say up to him, “You keep saying ‘fuck’, and I will fuck your hot ass!”

When I swallowed him again, to another appreciative hiss, I got his olive-sized nuts in my hand and decided even tiny nuts need some attention and went to work with my special nut rub-massage-squeeze job.

“AH FUCK!” he hissed louder. “My balls are VERY sensitive,” he warned me.

Yeah, what the fuck ever. I continued to work those nuts, and I felt his cock throb and twitch inside my mouth as I did, so he either loved the promise of discomfort or wasn’t as delicate-balled as he thought.  This was MY blowjob, and he was going to take it the way I gave it.

With my other hand I sucked my finger tip into my mouth and dribbled spit all over it and reached back and up and found his pucker. His immediate flinch, accompanied by, “CAREFUL!” when I pushed was also accompanied by an involuntary thrust of his hips toward me. Yeah, RIGHT!

I sucked and rubbed his pucker and pushed, and he spared no time in pushing back onto my finger. I felt his VERY tight pucker – way too tight for my horsecock to comfortably spread – give way and felt my finger slip inside him to a loud, “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” that continued as I pushed in slowly farther and was moving my finger around just inside his ring, stretching him gently.

Meanwhile I was tonguing his entire cock in my mouth and working his boy-balls more forcefully, each squeeze bringing me a tasty pearl of salty-sweet precum from his cock, which I’d swirl with my tongue over and around his fat little head and cause him to shudder and moan.

My big middle finger passed the second knuckle inside him, and I found his spot, and when I slightly rubbed his prostate with my fingertip, his whole body jerked, and he shouted, “HOLYFUCKINGSHIT! WHAT the FUCK was THAT?” And then I knew this stud had been deprived and was in need of some manly pleasures, small package or not.

His assring was spasming around my finger with the residual of the prostate prod, and when I did it again he shouted, “OHMYFUCKINGGODDDDDDDDDDD!” and his ass clenched on my finger at the same time as his cock thickened in my mouth, that head flaring against my cheek.

Dave moved his hands from behind him on the wall onto my shoulders, and he ran one hand up my neck and up my buzzed head, cupping it gently. “That’s fucking AWESOME,” he told me, and I assumed it was my cocksucking, ballworking, assfingering he was talking about, not my scalp.

His throbbing cock in my mouth was, likewise, confirming that his praise was for my skills. Each time I’d squeeze his nuts, he’d moan louder, and his precum would pop from his piss slit. Same with my fingertip on his prostate, though the precum was more copious when I rubbed and pressed his p-spot.

I pulled my finger out gently, to a whimper from him, and I quickly spit a ton more precum-and-spit mix onto my fingers. I went back at his tightened pucker with two big fingertips this time, spreading him open at last enough to force my fingers in to a long, “OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FFFFUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!” from him. He was so tight it felt like tight elastic around my two fingertips, but I was IN, and I started twisting and rubbing his channel, apparently to his delight. “OH MAN that’s fucking-AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHH!” he cried, when as he was enjoying me spreading him with my fingertips I pushed into his tight ass channel with both fingers to between my first and second knuckles.

When I sucked him harder, swirling around and working over his head to distract him, I pushed in farther, and as he was crying out from the tightness and fullness, I scissored my fingers and nicked his prostate again. This time his cry was loud and without reservation. “OH FUCK YES! JUST LIKE THAT!” he cried and pushed back onto my fingers to get more contact with his p-spot.

I laughed around his cock, and through another few gasps of pleasure he said, “Fucker, you’re enjoying invading me and having me out of all control, aren’t you?”

I answered, “MMMGGGGG GGGHHHHHHHH,” as best as I could without making it obvious I could have easily enunciated around his meager endowment impeding my speech. And I kept up my swirling and sucking and ballwork as I really went to work with my fingers inside him.

I was pumping his channel with the two-finger mini-cock method, scissoring too and rubbing that knob so often his body was jerking and his cries sounded like Whitney Houston singing, extending a single note in ten different tones.

I pulled him up to the edge without stopping or slowing, his “OHGODOHGODOHFUCKOHGODOHFUCK,” constant as I built it up. And I did my very special stop-sucking, licking and ballplaying and just use the prostate to push him over the edge. It’s my own way of showing a guy what it’s like to have his load fucked out of him.

When I did that, his body was tensed to steel cords, and his cry was a single, long rasp of inhalation until he finally broke, and I felt his cock, thicker inside my mouth, throb violently as his first pump was loosed. “Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!” I hummed around his head at the back of my throat.

Dave shouted, “OHFUCKINGGODIMCOMING!” in one loud shout, then went to, “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” loud and long as his body finally erupted in convulsions and I felt his first cumblast rocket through his stubby beercan cock and SPLAT against the back of my throat.

“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!” I moaned appreciatively for what was obviously a HUGE cumblast.

But it went on, and blast after blast, he pumped his seed into my mouth until I was gulping wildly, trying to get it all down and feeling it run out of the sides of my mouth despite my usually excellent skills of dispositioning cum.

“OH FUCK JESUS CHRIST!” he was still yelling, and I realized I was on auto pilot, working his p-spot still, still as aggressively, and his body was shuddering and convulsing from the stimulation.

“MMMMMMMMMMMMM!” I moaned again, with a loud slurp as I let his cockhead slip out of my mouth with a last smack of my lips and a lick over the slit to catch any dregs. I also gently disengaged my fingers from his fuckhole, eliciting a hiss and a whimper when they were finally gone. With a very gentle and appreciative rub, I also let go of his mini-balls, which I’d gripped hard enough to keep hold of despite their desperate attempt to recede fully up inside him.

I sat back on my haunches and wiped my face with the back of my hand, Dave again steadying himself against the wall, head back, panting. “Holy fucking mother of cocksucking, Billy!” he gasped. “That was fucking amazing!”

I got to my feet and offered the back of my wrist, glistening with his cum I’d wiped from the spill down my chin. He looked at me, alarmed, then suddenly changed to a shrug and tongued it. “Hmmmmm. Another first!” he grinned.

“You’ve never tasted your own cum?” I asked him, finding that unbelievable.

“I’ve never smelled my ass on anyone’s fingers before!” he shot back.

I laughed. Ah, that. “Yeah, and how was it for you – as good as it was for me?” I gently teased him.

“The smell of my ass was good for you?” he asked, evading my question.

“So far, everything about your ass has been good.” I looked down overtly at my hardon, jutting forth angrily, dripping. “You can tell my cock sure likes it!”

He looked surprised at that. “So you weren’t joking downstairs when you said you wanted to fuck me?”

“Serious as a heart attack,” I answered with a sly smile. “Except I promise you won’t die of this, or even require hospitalization, just as long as you do exactly as I tell you,” I finished, with a wink.

“I, uh, I’ve never,” he stammered.

“I know, I know,” I broke in with a bored tone of voice. “You’ve never been fucked, you’ve never been sucked by a man, probably never been touched by one or thought of it. You were just horny today, so you let me take care of it for you, and it’ll be our dirty little secret,” I shot out, my tone going from bored to monotone with a decidedly blah blah blah quality to it.

David suddenly reached out and clamped a strong hand on my shoulder and gave me a little shake as he protested. “HEY! That isn’t what I said. I keep my man-on-man preference private, but I’m no closet case; and I’m surely not in denial.” He was close to angry, certainly annoyed, eyes blazing directly up into mine.

I put my hand out and lightly rubbed his awesome eight-pack, enjoying the sweaty fur and cobblestone quality of the surface under his skin. “I apologize. You didn’t say that, and I was wrong, David,” I softly apologized, just slightly rubbing his bumpy tummy.

His look softened immediately, and a smile, slightly rueful, replaced his set jaw of before. “Dave – I prefer it to David. I should have said it earlier when I introduced myself.”

“Okay, Dave it is. I like that, actually – very kind-sounding and welcoming,” I bulshitted, thinking that I might just have a chance at another cumload or something with this hot man. “What you’ve never is . . . ?” I led him back to where we’d veered off track, thinking now that he’d proclaimed he wasn’t as virginal as I thought that maybe he had never bottomed for someone as hung as me.

“I’ve, uh, never, uh, taken it up the ass,” he finally got out, the last part delivered very quickly, as if to say it so fast he didn’t have to think about it.

“And” I prompted.

“And?” he asked quizzically.

“That was my question,” I grinned.

He looked a little caught. “You’re tough, you know that, Bill?”

“Billy. I liked it when you called me ‘Billy’, Dave.”

His eyes twinkled then, and his smile returned in force.

“You were saying?”

He laughed then. “You’re not letting me off the hook here, are you?”

I moved my hand in a slightly different way and enjoyed the feel of his body reacting to my caress of his abs as I gently petted him. “You’re not on any hook here, Dave. It’s just the two of us, and you’ve done what we agreed you came here for. I’m not forcing you to stay, however much I’d love to have you here with me for a very long time.” My own face was sincere, very honest about what I’d just said, in conflict with my cock, which just wanted his ass or mouth.

Dave’s smile went to a grin, and he cocked his head and made a show of looking around my arm and hand on his stomach to get a look at my flagging cock. I was shocked when he reached out and took it in his rough hand, and I started at the unexpected touch. His head jerked up to meet my eyes, questioning. In response I made my cock flex, and that startled him, though it also widened his grin when he looked back up after jerking down to make sure it really was my cock still in his hand.

He very tentatively stroked my length a couple of times, then he adjusted his grip and started rhythmically stroking me, standing a bit closer, making my wrist cramp to continue rubbing his abs. I figured he was going to stroke me off, and as hard as my cock had been, I’d take it.

Then Dave really surprised me. He thumbed my precummy head and brought his thumb up and licked it, his eyes never leaving mine. “Mmmmmmmm,” he moaned appreciatively.

“Like that?” I asked softly.

“VERY much,” he grinned, still stroking me.

I thought then that maybe he’d blow me, as long as I didn’t spook him or piss him off. A roid-head could have a short trigger – for his temper! – after all. The feel of his hand was great, though his palm and fingers were rough, and I was working to control my breathing and keep from just getting into it, egging him on with filthy talk and fucking his fist.

With a squeeze, he asked, “You really think you could get that inside me without ruining me and having me shitting in a bag?”

I didn’t let my excitement and surprise show. I just said, low and sexy, “Oh, I definitely know I can fuck you without any casualties. And I also know that the way you just came? That will feel like about a two on a ten scale of prostate climaxes when I fuck you.” My eyes burned into his.

“WHEN you fuck me?” he asked, holding my gaze.

“Oh, yeah, I think it’s quite clear you want it, and it’s already been established that I want it. So it’s just a matter of how you want it.”

His grin bloomed again. “I’ve always had a fantasy of a big-cocked man forcing me – raping me – Billy. I’ve never told ANYone that!”

I glanced at my watch – SHIT! I had agreed to vacate the room by 1300 and it was after 1200. And I had to report by 1700. The drive was easily two hours on the roads there back to the base, but the checkout . . . I wanted this stud on the end of my cock.  “Gimme a sec, okay?” I hastily said, grabbing the phone.

The concierge I wanted was on lunch – he was the one my buddy told me would set me up, and he had indeed done. I asked the man I talked with in my broken Arabic if I could have the room longer, for an hour beyond my checkout time. There was a lot of talk back, and I finally told him I hadn’t understood him and apologized. To that, in a somewhat amused tone, maybe condescending, he said, simply, “Yes.”

I turned around to Dave, grinning. “You’re going to be sorry you told me that,” and I launched myself at him, pinning him against the wall with my forearm across his windpipe, my other hand with a vicious grip on his balls, breathing into his shocked, grimacing face.  “You’re my BITCH now!” I spat.

Then, before he could react, I had Dave whirled around, one arm painfully up behind his back, feet kicked apart, pinned hard against the wall by my chest pressing against his wide, muscular back.  “HOLY FUCK!” he cried with a THUMP against the wall.

It felt good, and my cock thought so, too, raging between his legs, my head and top of my shaft against his sac. I used my free hand and slicked up the same fingers I’d had inside him before and not as gently as before probed his hole. “Sweet hole on you, Army!” I sneered behind his ear, and I felt him shiver from the brush of my lip against his skin.

“AAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHFFFFUUUUUUUCCCKKKKKKKK!” he gasped/cried when I pushed my two fingertips inside him again. I WAS going to hurt him . . . but just enough!

“Yeah, ARMY, you’re going to make a SWEET bitch!” I taunted him, and in response I got a moan. “What’s that BITCH? I couldn’t hear you!”

“I-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” he screamed when I shoved my fingers farther into him, not gentle at all.

“You WILL show me respect, BITCH!” I reprimanded him.

“SSSSSSIR,” he shouted.  “YES, SIR!”

“Ah, now we’re getting somewhere, aren’t we?” and with that I pressed his magic button again as a reward.

“OHFUCK!” he moaned, and his ass pushed back into my fingers, craving more. As a quick afterthought he added, “Sir.” Good Army boy!

“Yeah, that’s it, bitch,” I growled in his ear as his body tensed and jolted as I worked that p-spot a couple more times. His asschannel was gripping my fingers and juicing with need as I played him. “Yeah, you know you want it, don’t you, BITCH?” The last word, spat out loud, suddenly, took him by surprise, and he jolted again.

“Sir, I’ve never, I don’t think I-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” he shouted, when I’d yanked my fingers roughly out of him and grabbed his ballsac and pulled back HARD, in an iron grip.

I’d pulled my midsection back and had my cock now pressed against his hole, guided by my hand, still grasping his nuts painfully. I pushed in a little, forcing my head into his opening just enough to make him scream in anticipation of his pain to come. I yanked his balls, turning his scream to a loud whimper, and I spat in his ear, “Listen to me, bitch, and listen good. Whatever I choose to do to you, you’ll take it like the bitch you are, and you’ll do it without getting us arrested because of you squealing like a little girl! You got that, ARMY?” I spat in his ear, and to make sure he did, I YANKED those tiny nuts again.

Dave gasped but didn’t cry out, and when he’d gulped a time or two, although weakly, he scraped his face against the wall nodding and said, “Yes, sir.”

Without releasing his arm, held painfully against his back by my hand clamped on his wrist, or his nuts, with my tight grip, I pulled him away from the wall and turned him toward the bed and propelled him – bitch-walked him – over and then shoved him down onto the bed. He tried to scramble away, once he was free and bouncing on the bed, but I was on top of him, and I got both of his arms pinned above his head and had my knees and shins pinning his knees down from behind.

My throbbing cockhead was pressed into his pucker, though not penetrating. “You’re going to take it,” I snarled into his ear from behind.

He whimpered. “Yes, sir.” I shoved my crotch forward and painfully stretched his assring. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” he cried out.

“Oh, COME on!” I jeered. “That’s the best an Army man like you can do?”

I maintained the pressure on his assring, and he grunted a gasped, “Sir, I-” But I shoved harder, my precum-slicked head working its way back into that ring, opening him, slowly. He hissed loudly, his body tense with fear of pain far greater than he was going to get.

I moved my hips and made my slick cockhead move around just on the outside of that pucker, working my pre, which was flowing, all around inside his pucker and pushed in a bit farther. He gasped, and his body went completely taut again, but he didn’t cry out. “That’s it, Army. You know you want this Marine cock fucking your worthless cunt.”

A raspy, panted, “Sir, yes sir.”

“Push out!” I ordered sharply, feeling his body start from the sudden shouted order.

“Sir?”

“Push out!” I ordered, just as sharply. “Push out like you’re trying to expel my cock, Army.”

“Sir, I don’t wa-“

“DO IT!” I shouted, and with a loud grunt he did. Of course physics took over, and the pushing expanded his assring, and I SHOVED in about a third of the way.

“FUCK!” he hissed and made to pound his fists, still held tightly in my grip.

“Do it again.” I ordered.

With a grunt worthy of an Olympic weightlifter, he gave one helluva a push, and I shoved at the same time. “HOOLLLLLLLLLLYYY FUUUCCCCCKKKK!” he shouted, as I bottomed out inside him, all nine plus inches buried to my balls in his TIGHT, hot fuckchute.

He was panting with the pain of the invasion, his cuntmuscles clenched TIGHT around my cock. “RELAX YOURSELF, ARMY!” I ordered.

“Sir, it’s too-Sir, there’s no way-Sir, you’re too fucking BIG!” he sputtered.

“Yeah, yeah, flatter the Marine who’s raping your ass. That’ll just get me fucking you harder! Now RELAX, Army – DO IT!”

I felt his body go slack under me. Not bad, I thought, when his cuntclench started to relax, too.

“Now, Army, you WILL stay as relaxed as you can or this is going to wreck your Army pussy,” I said, pulling out slowly.

“SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!” he hissed, as my angry, flared head reamed back through his cuntchannel and bumped against his violated pucker from the inside this time.

“Push,” I said, and I began to thrust back into him. Remarkably, he did, and I slid home until my balls rested on his and his buttcheeks again.

“FFFUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!” he moaned.

And then I began to pump him in regular, long-dicked strokes, even, not slow, not fast, just continuous.

“Holy fuckn Jesus!” he cried the first time I nailed his prostate directly with one of my thrusts. For good measure I nailed it again, just as directly, on the next incursion, and he yelled “OH FUCK YES!” into the mattress.

My cock was not waiting any longer, and before I knew it I was pounding that no-longer-virgin cunt fast and hard, working his p-spot with my shaft – continuous friction, which had him writhing and moaning like a bitch continuously – and only occasionally gave him a direct hit. When I did, invariably his moan would become a loud shout of “OH FUCK THAT’S FUCKN IT!” or “GOD YES!” or “OH FUCK JUST LIKE THAT!” Each one stoked the fire in my nuts, but I was enjoying the sweat on his back, the writhing and spasmodic jerks too much, the inner conflict raging between dumping my nuts and continuing to enjoy the fucking.

I realized soon enough that my cock and balls had ganged up on me, and I was jackhammering that p-spot. Dave was shouting and jerking – his whole body – with every hit to that pleasure knob, crying out, begging for me to just keep pounding him. I was no longer holding his arms, instead had my palms planted on his broad traps and had arched my body to piston into him as deeply as possible.

I felt it first in those muscled shoulders, the tenseness, body tightening as the shouts become more desperate. Then I felt his cunt clenching around me tighter again, like when I’d first invaded his virgin fuckchute. And within seconds he screamed, “OH HOLY FUCCKKKNNNN MMMMMMAAAAAAAAA!” and started convulsing from head to toe as he hissed and cursed and dumped his nutload under him.

Of course, his spasming cunt pulled me over the edge, and I yelled, “FUCK YES, ARMY! TAKE THAT MARINE LOAD UP YOUR ARMY PUSSY!” and blasted HARD and long into him. I knew he was sore, and his cries and hisses as each blast of my seed hit his battered cuntwalls threatened to keep me in a pleasure loop that wouldn’t end. Of course it did, despite my intense desire to just keep blasting, to just keep hearing him tell me he felt every milliliter of my seed as it drenched his guts.

“JESUS FUCK THAT WAS SO FUCKING INTENSE!” he said, when we were both struggling to get our breathing under control, which for him was considerably harder, as I’d collapsed on his back.

I licked from between his scapulae up his neck to his buzzed hairline, savoring his sweat, enjoying the shiver that went through him. Dave reached back and rubbed my face awkwardly in gratitude.

“I have to shower up and get out of this room and get back to base,” I told him. But I didn’t move. My cock was half-hard inside him, on the wane, satisfied but alert for the possibility of more, as always. “A good bitch sucks his top’s cock clean when he pulls it out of him,” I said low behind his ear.

Dave’s hand on my head jerked to a stop from his gentle rubbing. “You mean?”

I laughed. “Yeah, I mean.” I gave it a moment then I said, “And an appreciative top might very well lick his bottom’s cummy cunt clean, too.”

“Fffuuuuccccccckkkkkkkkkk!” was his growled response.

I pulled out of his sore, swollen cunt, Dave doing his best not to cry out, but he couldn’t hold back when my big, fat head stretched his ring and popped through. “SHIT!”

“God, I hope not, for both our sakes!” I joked.

I got on my feet on the side of the bed and pulled his head around to my cock. “SUCK IT, ARMY!” I ordered with a grin.

He was cute when he tentatively took a sniff, his face like a kid’s who discovered that a vegetable wasn’t nearly as bad as he’d thought. Then he licked my head and took it in his mouth. I rubbed his stubbly head and guided him to take more, and he licked and sucked all over it, appreciative “Mmmmmmmm”s causing my cock to thicken again.

I finally had to pull out, otherwise he was going to be sucking for long than I had time for. “Hey!” he yelled. “I wasn’t finished with that, and since this is my first time, I think I should get in as much practice as I can!”

I had to laugh at that. “I’d fucking LOVE to, Army, but if I’m going to make good on my own promise, it’s my turn to get back to work.”

He looked like he didn’t follow for a moment, then he was on his stomach, and he’d taken his hands back and was spreading his buttcheeks for me. “Dig in, Marine!” he told me.

I dove into that freshly-fucked, freshly-seeded fuckhole of his, and I licked and tongue-fucked that sore, stretched, swollen ring and then let my tongue lap around inside. All the while he was hissing and then shouting his pleasure. When I started sucking my seed out of him, I thought for a moment he was cumming again, he went so wild.

I ate him into a wild frenzy, frankly enjoying it every bit as much as he did. He was squeaky clean except for sweat and cum, and he tasted like Grade AA Prime. I was finally so worked up that I got on my feet again, had him lay on his back, drooled his ass-juice and my cum into his mouth while I jacked over him. When I had nothing left but spit, he wriggled down and started licking my cock again and then got under my swinging balls and started awkwardly receiving a tea-bagging that was just enough to shift me into overdrive.

“OH FUCK YES! Here it CUMMMMMMMMS!” I moaned and pulled his head so I had my cock head in his mouth and let loose.

“Mmmmmmmmfffffffffffffff! MMrrrrrmmmgggggggggg!” he gagged but swallowed hard and fast as he jerked his own cock and then “MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!” around my cock as he blasted onto his neck, chest and stomach. DAMN! That boy could put it out!

I panted but stood firm and put out my hand to his to pull him up. As he was standing I pulled him to the bathroom and the shower. “You’re going to make someone a truly FINE bitch some day, Dave. I wish it was going to be me, but I’ve only got another three months at the base and probably won’t get back here before I leave,” I told him as I busied with getting the water going and getting us both in and soaping.

We gave each other good cleanings of our cocks and balls, but I stopped it before it got out of hand. There just wasn’t the time for me. He had his swimsuit back on, and I had gotten into my shorts and t-shirt and old, battered sneaks and thrown the little else I had into my duffel. I headed straight out the door, not even caring if he followed. But he did.

When we got to the stairs down to the ground floor I turned. “Good place for a couple of military buds to say goodbye. Be well, brother,” I said, affording him the respect I would another marine, and I turned and walked on, down the steps, checked out and left, never looking back.

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There is an epilogue to this story; but they do not live happily ever after, and the epilogue is many years later, so I decided to omit it. Best we leave it at two men, parting as men do after hooking up and draining their nuts! GOODTIMES!

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The circle of the earth sat on four pillars over the deep, or Chaos, or so the thought was eons ago by those ancient goat herders. Some would argue three would have been better, more stable in its triangulation, but there is something about the equitable unit of four. But then again what about the simplest group: two? Pure, a one on one relationship, and for some, divine.

For Dean, Simon, Levi and Ricky four worked just fine. Uncomplicated, satisfying, flexible, an arrangement that fell into place, ironically out of chaos, or is it Chaos, with a capital ‘C’? There was nothing special about this arrangement, not to the four of them. It just was. It was a convenient relationship devoid of all the trappings, the dating rituals, and the adornments of commitment.

It started in college, although none of the four realized it at the time. Dean and Simon were in Industrial Design together and found themselves often agreeing on the influences they liked to reference in their studio work. Within a short time they found other similarities, sexual, the things that drove their desires and they were soon sleeping together. But they were young, looking to explore life to its fullest and they agreed to date others, to maintain their friendship over any attempt at something more, to feel forced to conform to convention as Dean would express it whenever the chance to do so arose.

Then came Levi, tall, skinny, devilishly handsome with his long dark hair and the silver jewelry he wore on his wrists, rings on his fingers and even the ear rings, three in each ear, some simple rings, others devils and monsters hanging from long thin chains so they were not concealed by his hair. He was an art major, frighteningly talented, his paintings full of human lusts, images of desire, pleasure, and of course, pain. Dean and Simon had gone to a gallery opening on campus and the two of them were lured in by Levi’s work. They found themselves staring at each piece till the surrounding world fell into some abyss.

It was Simon who boldly asked Levi out, never one to shy away from seeking what he wanted. They dated for a while but both were restless, looking for the next adventure and soon Levi fell from sight, and Simon was seeing someone else and Dean was dating an English major and talking about marriage, settling down, having a ‘normal life’. It didn’t surprise Simon for he always thought Dean protested too much about conventions.

Ricky manifested himself in their junior year, moved in next door to Dean and soon he was a part of their little group of friends. He had transferred to the college, saying he wanted to change up his studies in pharmacology, bringing into his studies course work that would let him work in a laboratory doing research instead of being a pharmacist or some lab technician in a doctor’s office. He had been in a relationship but Bryan, the guy he was dating wasn’t as serious and soon he found himself alone. Simon and he messed around frequently, whenever the two of them were not seeing someone else, but they were too flippant about their sex to take what they did have serious, to understand the relationship that existed between them. Although they grew closer as friends, their intimacies ceased during Simon’s last semester in college.

Dean and Simon graduated in the spring of 2012 and they found themselves taking jobs with different companies, but both in Atlanta. Dean was hopeful of Matt coming to Atlanta when he finished at the end of the spring semester but something happened back on campus, someone else captured Matt’s eye and Dean found himself single once again. Ricky finished the spring of 2013 and he found a job with a pharmaceutical research company in Atlanta and he was soon living close to Simon and the three of them were hanging out like they had in college. Ricky never admitted to either Simon or Dean how the last year of college had been such a disaster and he missed them so much he had focused on Atlanta for a job.

All during the summer they found themselves going out together and at different times, one, two or all three of them hooking up with someone, but each one was short lived, none of the guys they met could capture their hearts fully. Each hook up, each date afterward was frustratingly a mess. The guy with a library of self help books, none of which seemed to do any good, or the ones who liked to party, all the time, seven days a week, and there were the ones who wanted someone to take them in like some stray animal and others, some who were really nice, but not wanting anything serious, who wanted to date different guys. For Dean, Simon and Ricky they found out they didn’t know what they wanted, or that is what they told themselves as they went from one night club to the next, or left some private party as the sun was coming up wondering where the fuck their car was parked.

It was early August, still hot and humid, the air so still there was no relief from the heat even as the earth rotated them toward darkness, and the three of them headed out for a gallery opening, one which Ricky had heard about from a co-worker. They were going to attend the opening and afterward go for a late dinner at a restaurant they all loved but knew on Friday night would be impossible to get in until late. The gallery opening was busy, but not overly crowded and they moved along the walls and the freestanding partitions looking at the work on display. It was Simon who first noticed the familiar paintings, a group of six on display along a side wall near the rear and he called Dean over.

“Is this Levi’s work, you think?” Simon asked Dean.

“I don’t know but it looks like his style, what does the card say?” Dean replied.

Ricky suddenly appeared and stood next to Simon.

“That is the work I wanted to see. Did you know the artist was back at A____ when we were?” Ricky said, excited to see the work he had heard about earlier.

“Really…would his name be Levi by chance?” Simon asked Ricky.

“Yeah it would” a voice said and they turned to see Levi standing behind them smiling. He hugged Dean and Simon, who introduced him to Ricky.

A couple of hours later Dean, Simon and Ricky were in the restaurant. They sat in alignment down the bar, each with a drink sitting in front of them, waiting on Levi to get away and join them for dinner. It was nearly an hour later when Levi finally made it, apologizing for being later than he had imagined.

They got a table at the front by one of the main windows and the four of them talked about college, how Levi had been around just prior to Ricky coming on the scene. They laughed and reminisced about the good times, joked about the bad and toward the end of the night, their plates taken away and one last drink sitting in front of each of them, they talked about how each one’s life was not as they had it planned, the fantasy of a life with someone failing to materialize and it was Levi who leaned back and looked around the table, capturing each one’s eye before he spoke.

“You know I’ve come to think of it as over rated” Levi said in all seriousness.

“You mean a commitment to another guy, like marriage?” Ricky asked.

“Yeah… I mean…well, what do we want these relationships for?” Levi responded.

“To always have someone there?” Simon said.

“But don’t you have each other. You’ve been together since arriving in Atlanta” Levi said as he leaned forward.

“We do, but we all want something more…intimate” Dean replied.

“Really? Is that it? More intimacy, or is it just the fucking sex, the body on body contact?” Levi asked and he saw Simon smile, knowingly.

“But that is not the same?” Ricky added.

“Isn’t it?” Simon added and he looked at Levi, then over to Dean.

“So the only the thing missing is the sex and if we just added that to our friendship we’d be content? Is that what you’re saying?” Ricky asked.

“Something like that…but who’s ever completely content in their life, even among the married? Look at how people cheat on each other.” Levi replied then he looked at his watch. “Shit, they’re closing. You guys want to come over to my place? I’ve got a liquor cabinet and we can hang out as long as you want. My place is only a few blocks away.”

The others looked at each other seeing who was up for going and each one nodded yes.

“Let’s pay and head on to your place” Dean said as each one pulled their wallets out.

Levi lived in a small house, the neighborhood not yet revitalized, and so the rent wasn’t too high for him. The house had only two bedrooms and Levi had one set up as a studio. They sat around the small living room, talking about college, the guys they had met, the move to the city and how things seemed to be happening to them in some chaotic way, never as planned.

The subject of sex came up again, closing the room in tight around them, the way they spoke of their desires. How it started none of them could say, but they all agreed it was Ricky and Levi who were naked first, the two of them on the floor, Ricky on his stomach and Levi over him, his long lean body undulating on top as he pumped his cock into Ricky’s hole, fucking him, slowly, making Ricky moan as he pushed his ass up to receive each downward push.

Dean and Simon had their pants open, cocks in hand, watching Levi sink his cock into Ricky, long slow movements, the glistening cock pulled out then pushed back in over and over. Dean kept his eyes on Levi and Ricky as he reached out for Simon, groping for his cock, wanting to stroke it, to feel it slide through his fist. Simon removed his hand and let Dean take him. He lay back and let the sensation of Dean’s hand overcome him and his cock throbbed, flexed hard with Dean’s touch. Simon looked over at Dean, saw the intense look on his face as he watched Levi move on top of Ricky, and he leaned over and ran his lips, then his tongue, over Dean’s ear and down his neck.

“Let’s take off our clothes” Simon whispered in Dean’s ear. Dean just nodded as he let go of Simon and leaned forward pulling his shirt over his head.

When Dean and Simon were naked, hands roaming over each other bodies they stood at Levi and Ricky’s head watching them fuck. Levi looked up as he drove his cock into Ricky, his hips slapping against Ricky’s ass.

“Let Ricky roll over” Simon said as he and Dean stroked each other’s cock.

Ricky on his back and his legs held tightly to Levi’s chest as he felt Levi drive his cock back into him, sinking all the way in. Simon dropped to his knees and rubbed his cock over Ricky’s face, smeared the clear lube over his lips.

“Suck me, Ricky” he said and pushed forward through Ricky’s open lips feeling the wet slick warmth envelop his cock. Simon worked his hips back and forth, pumping his cock into Ricky’s mouth as Levi fucked his ass. Dean eased down behind Simon and hugged their bodies together feeling the heat of their bodies trapped between them. He felt Simon movements, every swing of his hips as they pushed back pressing against his cock, then the release as Simon drove forward sinking his cock back into Ricky.

Dean looked over Simon’s shoulder at the prone body of Ricky, they way it was responding to the fuck, his stomach moving up and down with his breathing and his cock hard and leaking. Dean looked at Levi’s long lean body, holding Ricky’s legs against it as he drove his cock into Ricky.

“Damn, that’s hot” Dean whispered as he ran his hands up Simon’s stomach and chest, up to his neck where he let his fingers wrap around the long lean neck, his fingers feeling the blood pumping furiously through the artery. He brought his fingers along Simon’s jaw and held his chin, pulling his head around and back so he could kiss Simon as he ground his cock into Simon’s ass.

“Simon, sit on the sofa” Levi said breaking Simon and Dean out of their daze. They saw Levi was already pulled free of Ricky and standing up. Dean pulled pack and let Simon move to the sofa.

“Ricky” Levi said and Ricky got up and went to Simon, climbed up over his lap pushing his upper body back against the sofa as he moved over Simon’s cock. Ricky soon had Simon buried in his ass, riding it, moving up and down. Levi went over to Dean, kissed him gently on the mouth.

“I want to see you and Simon fuck Ricky…together” Levi said with his lips grazing over Dean’s their faces so close together. Dean smiled wickedly and moved to Ricky and Simon. He put his hand on Ricky’s shoulder stopping his fuck and pushed him forward tight up against Simon. Dean and Levi could see Simon’s cock sunk up in Ricky’s hole and Dean pushed his own erection down to it, rubbed the leaking head over the exposed shaft and around the tight lips of Ricky’s hole. Ricky leaned over more as he brought one hand back and touched Dean’s thigh, encouraging him onward and Dean pressed his cock against Simon’s cock and pushed along its slick shaft against Ricky’s hole. The tight ring resisted and Dean pushed harder till the head of his cock breached the tight opening and Ricky cried out, his body shivering with the penetration.

Simon held still as he felt Dean push along his cock, Ricky’s hole suddenly so tight, squeezing his cock making it flex up thicker, harder, and he struggled not to move until Dean was buried all the way in.

“Fuck” Simon uttered as Dean finally had all of his cock pushed in next to his own. Ricky had his eyes closed, his head thrown back, mouth open and his body glistened with sweat, his skin hot and slick and he actually rocked his hips up and back down, working his ass on their cocks.

Levi came up beside them and took Ricky by the back of the neck turning his face toward him.

“Take it Ricky…take their fuck” Levi said and he kissed Ricky hard on the mouth. Dean began to move his hips, slowly at first but gradually increasing his pace, working his cock along the side of Simon’s through the tight ring of Ricky’s opening. Simon held still as long as he could before he began to pump his hips as much as he could until Dean and his cocks worked in unison, pulling back and then pushing back in, deeply into Ricky’s hole and Ricky moaned and shivered with every inward thrust.

They were too worked up, their desires inflamed, and Dean and Simon fucked as hard as they could in the tight confines of Ricky’s ass, the double penetration still tight, till they couldn’t hold back any longer. Simon came first, and he pumped his load deep into Ricky. Dean felt it, the sudden slickness of it and he worked his cock through it till he too came adding his own load.

Dean pulled slowly out and Ricky eased up, his own cock still hard, drool trailing down in a long thin strand. Ricky looked over at Levi, lust in his eyes and he watched Levi rise up and turn on the sofa getting on his knees looking back at him.

“Come on Ricky…fuck me” Levi demanded and Ricky moved to him with a vengeance, kicking Levi’s legs apart and moving up to his ass quickly. “Shove it in…come on fuck me hard” Levi exclaimed and Ricky put his slick hard cock to Levi’s hole and shoved inward, all the way and Levi cried out pushing his ass back to take all of Ricky’s fuck, every inch.

Dean and Simon, both sated, their cocks gone flaccid, watched Ricky’s fuck, the way he drove his cock into Levi, pounding his ass. They watched as Ricky took Levi by his long hair, pulling his head back, and then Levi’s entire body moved back as Ricky drove forward. Ricky fucked at a furious pace, and the sound of his hips slapping up against Levi’s ass filled the room.

“Oh FUCK…I’m coming” Ricky exclaimed and he slammed his hips forward in short hard thrusts as he pumped his load into Levi. When Ricky pulled out, Levi turned and sat down, leaning back against the arm of the sofa. He took his hard cock in hand and stroked it furiously, his hand sliding up and down the slick wet shaft noisily. Ricky moved down on his knees and hovered over the head. Levi only had to stroke his cock for a brief time before he felt the cum surge through him and he pumped his hips upward, short little fuck motions as his cock flared up thicker, harder and Ricky held his open mouth over it.

“OH” Levi cried out as he pumped out his load, thick wads of cum shooting from his cock into Ricky’s open mouth until the cum just dribbled down the head and over his hand and Ricky pushed his hand away and sank his mouth over the slimy cock.

It was nearly noon before they stirred, the four of them crowded on Levi’s bed, their naked bodies tangled together. Slowly each one woke, rubbed the sleep from their eyes and tried to move. It was Dean who was sniggering first, then Ricky, until all four of them were giggling and wrestling around on the bed.

It would be after two before they finally got up and dressed to go get the food each one was desperately craving.

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After the breakup with – and subsequent harassment, stalking and identity theft (which was still not resolved, not by a long shot!) at the hands of – my ex, I wasn’t feeling very Christmas-y. This time of year was always bad, after being disowned by my family for being born gay instead of straight. The bitch of it was that they weren’t even religious; they were just narrow-minded, homophobic assholes, apparently, if they could kick a eighteen year old son out of their house for any reason . . . and two weeks before Christmas, too!

True, my parents had not cut me off financially . . . but only because they couldn’t. My grandparents had seen to my siblings’ and my financial security – borderline though it would be if we depended only on what they left us in trust – and college educations.

I was invited plenty, even by some other gay men who had similar family situations or had lost their family through some tragedy. It was seven years since, and I still couldn’t bear the holiday “festivities” at all. In fact, seeing a Christmas tree through a window in some stranger’s house still made my stomach lurch because of the huge lump I’d get, remembering my family’s tree – my EX-family! – through the window as I got in the cab they’d ordered me, outside our house that December-dark late afternoon, after the driver had loaded the possessions I’d carried out hastily in the sixty minutes my father had given me to get out.

So I channeled my fear and fury on holidays, and I gave to people who genuinely needed and who deserved as nice a holiday as we could give them. I could focus on them and their needs and ignore my own emptiness – if I was lucky; if not it was darkness and yearning – inside.

I’d found the shelter by accident – maybe Divine intervention – when I’d settled on the other side of the continent, alone and emancipated, and completely unaware of how to manage financially or domestically at a micro level. I’d got myself a used car, I’d got myself an apartment and I’d got myself enrolled to finish high school after missing three months while I wandered. The bank’s trust officer had helped me with all of the above; but although he was the only person on earth who cared much about me, he couldn’t help me figure out even how to properly plan to keep food in the refrigerator or cupboard.

When I was at a local grocery – one of those small, urban stores in the rundown area where I’d taken a cheap apartment – picking up toilet paper one night, looking especially scruffy in clothes I’d worn again and again, long after they needed laundering, the checker thought I was homeless. She apparently thought the TP was for my cart or backpack or cardboard lean-to under the 405 or something! She was very nice – somewhere between my mother’s age and what I figured my grandmother was when she died – standing there on feet that must kill her at her age at the end of a shift, and she was taking an interest in me. She told me there was a shelter several blocks away if I needed it. And she told me if I needed help to call the store and ask for Audrey Kane, and they’d be able to connect me with her, and she’d help me any way she could.

I was too full of hate and resentment then to do more than my reflexive manners – hard taught, or should I say beat into me and my sibs by our parents – delivered. A curt thank you, and I left . . . with my objective to get some toilet paper because I’d let myself run out and was using paper towels – YUCK! – satisfied.

About two weeks later it was Easter weekend. Of course I felt like shit. Getting through Christmas on blind rage to cover my fear, my uncertainty about my future and my doubts about my self-worth was easier than getting through another supposed-to-be-spent-with-family-who-loved-you holiday three and a half months later when it was mostly self-doubts, low sense of self-worth because my parents thought I was an abomination and just plain hurt, inside and out. I thought I was going to the store, and it was during a freak spring black ice storm so I was driving the few blocks, but I took a wrong turn, got farther away due to the one-way streets and no easy way to circle back to the route, and I found myself in front of the shelter Audrey Kane had told me about.

As I beat my cracked junker’s steering wheel for being several blocks away from where I’d intended, I suddenly had a sense that maybe I was there for a reason. I wasn’t spiritual, and I wasn’t not spiritual. I had no philosophy other than questioning my entire being, hating my parents, older brother and older sister and the world in general. But the thought crossed my mind that there might be meaning here.

I’d parked, went in and was immediately welcomed as if I needed the service of the shelter. When I’d said I didn’t, the man who’d greeted me thought I was there to help, and he sent me to the kitchen, where they were underway cooking hot meals to be served for dinner a while later. I wasn’t a fighter, and I just went along. There wasn’t much talking, other than instructions what to do, but it was busy and time passed. Then I was serving and seeing so many people, so needy, so appreciative and something clicked for me, one tiny cog into place inside me that made me feel like I was in the right place, had something to offer.

So, here I was, years later, still volunteering at the same shelter. I often was in charge, though I hated it and preferred to just help. Today I was “just helping” though also helping some of the newer “recruits”. One of them talked way too much for my liking, asking everyone about themselves, if they’d ever been a “client” of the shelter, what they did, where they lived and about every other intrusive question that could be asked. But he was a willing worker, always helping, always working, so he was a good guy despite his annoying social skills.

“So, Jimmy,” he was going on, as we were cleaning the kitchen together as the others were already serving a hot but sorely lacking Christmas dinner, “You wanna go out sometime?”

It finally invaded my consciousness that he wasn’t just droning on; in fact he was asking me out. I looked up from my scrubbing burnt-on food off the huge ten-burner stove that had seen better days but worked and some restaurant had donated to the shelter and looked at him.

“It’s not like I haven’t been hinting at wanting to go out with you since my first day here,” he went on when I looked up at him.

I’m sure I was scowling, but he, as he usually was, was grinning. He had a face only a mother could love, to use a phrase my grandmother might have had she seen him. But it was a kind face, scarred but not disfigured, just not handsome. Some artist – like those ones who paint old, native Americans – could do a helluva painting of Jesse’s face. But I also noticed, as I had before but this time with a bit different interest, that he was BUILT . . . as in a HOT bod!

Jesse was a little older than me – late twenties – and stood a bit taller than me, about six-two I guessed. His shoulders were wide and huge, like he was wearing football pads under his long sleeved t-shirt, the type he always seemed to wear. The type that fight TIGHT across slab pecs and tapered to being very loose at his obviously narrow waist. He was just grinning at me, working the counter along the adjacent wall to the stove. “Like what you see?” he asked, a mischievous bent to his grin now.

I’d gone from that narrow waist at the bottom of the wide v-shaped torso to his long legs, and somehow I’d only just noticed that his jeans were almost threadbare at the crotch, and his package was causing an impressive bulge. I involuntarily licked my lips, and Jesse hooted. “Yeah, now that’s what I’m talking about! FINALLY you notice me, Jimmy!”

I looked back up at his face, with a note of exasperation at his having noticed my involuntary reaction, but I then suddenly realized he had the most iridescent green eyes I’d ever seen. And this time he suddenly looked very masculine and appealing – still not handsome, not even good looking, but very appealing in a hard, masculine way.

“You have my attention, Jesse,” I said honestly.

“Well, it’s about darn time!” he laughed good-naturedly. “I’ve been trying to get you interested in me since the first time I saw you. I even have asked all the people here about you, if you have a boyfriend – or heaven-forbid,” and he looked skyward, crossed himself, and continued, “Sorry, no disrespect intended,” and then, back to me, “a GIRLfriend.” He shuddered, and I couldn’t help but laugh. “But I DID read you right, didn’t I?” he asked, looking hopefully, like, well, like a kid on Christmas.

“You read me right in that way, Jesse,” I told him with a smile. “BUT . . . “

“UH OH, here comes the big ‘BUT’ – I’m afraid to hear it!” he said, feigning fear and cowering, closing his eyes and holding his hands over his ears.

I looked at this stud and marveled that I’d never noticed before how much fun there was in him . . . and how appealing he was. True, I’d isolated myself from anything other than very infrequent random hookups, NEVER EVER at my place, nothing with any possibility of anyone hurting me, either physically or emotionally. Not again, not for either.

Jesse opened his eyes and cocked one hand a little away from his ear. “Is it over yet?”

I winked at him. “If it was already over, and if you hadn’t noticed, it wouldn’t have been much fun now, would it?” I joked with another lick of my lips.

“OH MAN!” he exclaimed. “That tongue again, Jimmy. You’re killing me here! I meant the ‘BUT’ to the US here.”

“There’s already an US?” I asked, with some honest amount of incredulity.

“Oh, sorry,” he said quickly. “Jen warned me that you’re . . . ” Then he suddenly got frustrated. “CRAP! I’m blowing this, aren’t I?”

Again I joked with him, taking the opening. “Uh, now it’s my turn to not have noticed if you did already or are!”

He thought for a minute, studied my evil grin, and then he relaxed. “Can I start over for a minute?” I just waited. Then, as if to answer, I gave him a little wave with my hand, like clearing him to continue. He took a big breath. “OK, so here goes. Jimmy – hell I don’t even know your last name so I can’t make this as right as it should be but I’ll do my best! Jimmy, I’d like to go out with you sometime. I think you’re HOT, and I think you’re one of the nicest guys I’ve ever met. So if you’d go out with me, I think we’d both have a great time. Together.”

He seemed to have been holding his breath through the entire thing, as if it was some life-dependent proclamation. But the “going-out” part was hard for me. I hadn’t “gone out” with anyone – ever. I just didn’t do that. EVER! NOBODY got close enough to me for it to matter when they figured out that I wasn’t worth their time, friendship or . . . love.

But Jesse was so sincere, so intent. And so VERY appealing, as my traitorous dick was reminding me in my tightening jeans. “Um, I don’t really ‘go out’,” I told him, making air quotes. “But I do, very occasionally, go IN,” I told him, making my proposition clear with my lascivious grin.

Jesse looked a bit crestfallen. “UH, well, I was hoping . . . “

I had two choices here. The easy out – telling him I don’t date and suggesting he find someone else . . . and giving up the opp my dick was so insistently telling me it wanted – or the harder path, pun INtended! “Look, Jesse, my life is very complicated, and it’s not open to negotiation. But you’re fucking – ooops, sorry, not on Christmas! – you’re dang hot, and I’d love to roll around naked with you . . . soon!”

“So don’t take this the wrong way, Jimmy,” Jesse said with some discomfort, “But I don’t usually just hook up randomly.”

I pointedly looked down at his even more prominently bulging crotch. “Uh, is that ALL of you talking or . . . ?” I asked. He immediately threw both hands – which it looked like it could very well require – over his impressively outlined hardon. I had to laugh at that, and I put my own hands out and thrust my own prominently displayed crotch-bulge forward. “We both feel the same here, Jesse. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. So what do you say you give in to it . . . because believe me, I’m not the easiest guy to get with, and, apparently,” I said, with a demonstrative downward nod to Jimmy Junior, stretching the denim of my jeans, “You’ve got my attention AND my interest.”

“Would you consider–” he started with a devilish grin, but I cut him off.

“Your place, after we’re finished here. That’s what I’d consider. You and me naked, Christmas night together. That’s it.”

I’d said it somewhat more harshly than I intended, but Jesse only flinched for a moment. “If that’s what you’re offering, Jimmy . . . ” he replied, still holding my gaze, but a bit of a disappointment to it.

Some way to start out a hookup! I took a step forward and pushed my hand under his and grabbed his hardon – firmly! – and with my other hand grabbed his ass. WOW! HARD bubble buttcheek – OH HELL YES! “That’s what I’m offering, Jesse,” I told him with my best you’re-gonna-love-my-cock-up-your-ass voice.

Jesse groaned, and his cock twitched and throbbed in my grip as I gripped his buttcheek and squeezed it appreciatively. “Okay,” he rasped. “When we get off. Er, I mean-“

I laughed at his choice of words and his embarrassment. “Oh yeah, we’re definitely getting off! I need this . . . and it seems like you do, too,” I observed and gave his cock a squeeze. His groan was longer and turned to a moan that time. And then I disengaged, causing him to gasp. “But now, we’ve got a kitchen to clean up here, and if we don’t get back to it, it’ll be new year’s day before we’re done!” I said with a smile.

Jesse’s hands were back covering his even-more-bulged-out crotch, and a blush had replaced the flush he’d had when I was handling him. “Uh, yeah, let’s get going,” he said self-consciously turning away from me.

We finished the cleanup a bit over an hour later, both of us working harder, faster than usual. There was no time pressure, just our urgency to get on to our funtime later. Or maybe that’s what it was for me, having made the decision, having my cock now set on its rare satisfaction with another living, breathing person inside of my own left hand! For Jesse I sensed it was a bit of embarrassment for having agreed to act like a whore – that was what I thought he must be thinking, given the few clues he’d given me earlier that he might be more “relationship oriented” than “sexual satisfaction oriented” on the scale.

“Let’s say our goodbyes and get to your place, Jesse. I’m READY!” I encouraged him with enthusiasm, brushing my hand on his amazing ass again. HOW had I not noticed that before?

When we had, both to our fellow volunteers and to many of the regulars who stayed in the shelter, and we were outside, Jesse had his hands dug in his jeans pockets, shuffling from foot to foot a little. “So, uh,” he started, but he obviously didn’t know where to go with it.

“So, Jesse, let’s get your ass and my cock to your place pronto, and make this Christmas memorable!” I suggested unabashedly. In the patchy glow of the streetlight in the fog which had rolled in, I caught the flicker of his uncertainty. “Up to you,” I added quickly. “But I’m definitely UP for it,” I proclaimed, lasciviously licking my lips. I knew he liked that earlier, and I hoped it would get him back to wanting it, wanting me, again.

“Let’s go then,” he said, offering his hand to me.

I looked down at his offered hand, probably with a look like WTF . . . but I quickly covered my dismay at the offer of intimacy – when I’d just planned on fucking his brains out – and I inwardly steeled myself and grasped it. Amazingly warm, despite the chill in the air in the Mission District. I had to give myself permission to feel comforted by his touch, his hold on my hand, which was firm, manly and conveying warmth – I’d steeled myself that much against all threats of feelings.

Jesse pulled me close – by our joined grip – and started walking. We were passing a Walgreens when he suddenly stopped and faced me, not letting go of my hand. “I, uh, well, I need to pick up some . . . uh . . . supplies,” he admittedly awkwardly. “I’m not exactly, well, prepared,” he added.

“Well, then in the spirit of Christmas and the ‘gifts’,” I said, again amazing myself with air quotes – I’m not exactly the most jovial person when it comes to self-expression, “It’s my treat. Just as you are about to be ‘MY TREAT’,” I added, again with the fucking air quotes. I was way too into this!

I had a moment of satisfaction when Jesse’s eyes widened and then hooded with anticipation when I chose Magnums from the shelf. Well, he’d know soon enough that even they’d be tight on me . . . as I hoped he would be, too!

We got to his apartment after a short bus ride, and when we got in and shucked our coats, me following his lead and putting mine on a hanger in his closet with his, he turned with a look of uncertainty. I took a step toward him, and I heard his breath catch. He saw me take note. “Uhmmm, I’m a little nervous,” he said meekly.

I closed the gap and put my hand on his marvelous ass again. “It’s because of the Magnums, isn’t it?” I joked, with my best Groucho eyebrow raises, squeezing his amazingly muscled buttcheek and pushing two fingertips against his fuckpucker.

Jesses eyes went wide and rolled just a little, his breathing heavy then for a moment. “FFFF—mmmmmmmm!” he moaned, low and sensuously.

“Less nervous?” I asked him, now two hands massaging his ass, and our crotches were rubbing together. His hardon told me whatever nervousness he had would not be a problem.

He carefully, slowly, almost like he was approaching a wild animal, not wanting to scare me off, wrapped strong arms around me and pulled me tight against him. I stiffened, but he flattened his hands on my back and rubbed me just a little as he put his lips gently to the back of my jaw. His kiss was almost imperceptible it was so soft. But his hold and kiss had me relaxing into him. “Mmmmmmmmm,” I moaned, low and long, and I enjoyed the feel of his hard chest against mine as we breathed.

I NEVER did this – never, ever. I sucked and fucked, sure. But I NEVER allowed myself to enjoy the warmth of a man’s hold – of anyone’s. It was too hard when it was gone, when they decided I was worthless and whatever I’d felt they really hadn’t or regretted that they did.

Jesse’s hands continued to gently caress my back, and I was powerless not to enjoy the feel of his hold. As if reading my mind, he said, “You need to be held, Jim.”

I wanted to resist, wanted to avoid the inevitable point where I wanted that and couldn’t have it ever again. I wanted to pull back or to throw him down and just FUCK him . . . and leave after we were both well-satisfied and spent, our passions released and resolved. But I couldn’t – there was something in his hold, in the way he radiated caring and warmth – something I hadn’t felt – hadn’t ALLOWED MYSELF to feel if it had been offered – that was surrounding me and holding me rapt.

I found myself kissing his neck . . . and enjoying the tingling of my lips as they felt and tasted his skin. And then I was kissing his neck harder, sucking on it, possessing him greedily. “OH FUCK, JIMMY!” he moaned and held me tighter, shoved his crotch harder into mine and humped against me.

The animal in me took over – I wanted to possess this man. I wanted to smell, taste, lick, suck and fuck every bit of him and to mark him as MINE, MAKE him MINE. I couldn’t control myself, and the screaming in the back of my head NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO JIM! was squelched by the need I felt to enjoy this man’s affections, attentions and attractions.

I roughly pulled the long-sleeved flannel shirt he was wearing off of him, with his help to shuck it off the rest of the way when I was already pulling up his t-shirt and yanking it over his head. And then my hands were at his khakis’ waist, unbuttoning, unzipping. He started to protest with a, “Slow dowwww-” but went to a gasp when I reached inside and gripped his impressive shaft TIGHT. “OHhhhhhhhhhhh!” he gasped, and his hips shoved him into my grip.

Jesse’s body quivered in my touch, and I buried my lips and teeth into his beautiful collar bone. His chest was like a perfect sculpture of a god of manhood, every muscle perfectly etched and dusted with light blond fur, which if I had to guess I’d say he didn’t have to trim, it was just that perfectly short and laid soft against his rips and cuts naturally. “OH GOD!” he shouted when I began kissing his chest, even though I was kissing and biting and sucking in ways that would surely leave marks. I couldn’t stop myself.

After a moment’s slackening against me when he was enjoying my hands and mouth, Jesse suddenly pushed back from me and began ripping – and I do mean RIPPING – my shirt off me.  It was a long-sleeved t-shirt over another t-shirt, but he had them together in his grip pulling without any care whatsoever for the state of my shirt afterward. His green eyes were fiery with need, and his big uncut cock jutted out, waving about as he moved, precum beginning to drip off the head at the tip which was all that was exposed, like a perfectly-sized .

“NAKED NOW!” I said sharply. “BOTH OF US!” And with that I helped him with my shirt, threw it across the room and got out of my jeans and boxer briefs faster than he could get a grip to help me. I’d shucked off my shoes already, and I kicked out of my jeans and boxer briefs, then leaned over and ripped off first one thick sock then the other. When I looked up again, Jesse was grinning at me, his hands on his narrow hips, guns flexed, chest hard, abs of death right there in front of me. “GODDAMN! You hide amazing riches under your clothes, STUD!” I told him.

Jesse blushed a little at that, which made my nuts jump. “I was thinking the same damn thing, Jimmy. I’ve been looking at you all this time, fantasizing about you, and never did I imagine that you have such an amazing body. WOW! And, er, that . . . well, that horse’s cock you’ve got – I’m simultaneously entranced and scared for my life!” he admitted with a pronounced grimace.

As I replied I had the sensation of wondering who the fuck I was. I stepped forward again, until we were chest to chest, wrapped my arms around him and sighed deeply when he did the same, jamming our raging cocks together between our groins.

He felt good – no question about that. Big, tall and all sculpted muscle, warm and insistent against my body. I couldn’t help but to moan in pleasure . . . and to growl with desire. “OH FUCK YEAH!” he growled at my incoherent growls. “Great idea you had here, Jimmy,” he told me. It made me work to THINK again, and to think about what he meant.

I moved my hands down to his statue-perfect ass and took hold with both hands and squeezed tight, pulling him all the tighter against me. It was appreciated, based on the way he ground harder into me hardon-to-hardon and the wetness I felt from him accompanying my own precum on our abs and groins. I reached down and forced one hand between us and swiped more of his pre off his cockhead, which seemed to be running with it, and I brought it to my lips and licked lasciviously. “Mmmmmmmmmmm!” I said and smacked my lips.

“Let me taste,” he said huskily. But when I went to offer him my fingers, he said, “No, this way,” and moved in to press his lips against mine.

I reflexively pulled back – jerked back, actually. I DON’T kiss! But I saw the hurt flash in his eyes and over his face and was suddenly conflicted. I went to touch his face – with the precummy, saliva-slick hand – and he then pulled back. “It’s okay,” he said somewhat curtly, mostly regretfully.

My hand went and caught him around the back of his neck, and I rubbed it gently. “No, it’s not okay. This is too good for just okay,” I said softly, as I pulled him to me. And, surprising myself that I could, I pressed my lips against his.

Jesse’s whimper was plaintiff at first, a moan of need and desire and regret that it had to be so forced all in one. His lips were hot, and he opened to my insistent tongue with little resistance. His mouth was hotter, and just that quickly, another of my boundaries shattered, we were sucking face with a need and urgency that threatened to ignite both of us.

Our cocks and groins and abs were slick with precum as we humped into each other and sucked, licked and explored each other’s mouths, battering our lips together, knocking teeth with our primal need and insistence. When we finally broke apart for a moment, we were both panting and wide-eyed. “Holy fuck!” I exclaimed.

Jesse’s iridescent green eyes were sparkling, boring into mine. “Yeah, holy fuck for sure!” he said. And then a grin spread across his face. “And speaking of . . . “

He put his hand around my cock, and the sudden rush of heat made my whole body jerk with excitement. “FUCK!”

Jesse’s grin widened, and his breath was warm on my lips when he said, “That’s what I’m trying to tell you, STUD!”

With a sudden rush of desire, I bent down and caught him at his waist with my shoulder and had him up and was carrying him before he could do anything but cry “WHOA! Where are we going, caveman?”

“Wherever you want to be fucked, studman,” I growled and looked around, swinging him around carelessly, him having to pull his head up to avoid the coatrack by the door. “If you don’t care, than I may throw you face down over that couch over there . . . or bend you over the kitchen counter.”

With his dangling hand behind me he found my crack and ran his finger up it, roughly scraping my pucker, teasing me . . . and getting the reaction he wanted as my body jerked and I growled. “Maybe I’m not the only one who’ll get fucked before the night is over, caveman,” he taunted me, pressing his finger, which he’d obviously wetted with his mouth, inside me.

“We’ll see if you’re up to doing anything when you’ve been caveman-fucked like you’ve never been fucked. Now where’s your fucking bedroom?” I demanded to know, beginning to stomp toward the only other way I could see, a tiny hallway.

“Resourceful caveman,” he praised me. “Just keep going – you’ll either fuck me in the bathroom or the bedroom because there are only two doors,” he said unnecessarily, as we were there.

I kicked one door that was pulled to but not latched with my foot, more show than force, but I was the caveman, wasn’t I? It was the bathroom, and I growled with disapproval. In response to my growl he moved his finger inside me, causing me to growl with a pleasure I had only felt from my own finger. “OH FUCK!” I cried out involuntarily.

“I’m HOPING . . . SOOOOOOON,” Jesse taunted me.

I growled and kicked the other door open, took the two steps necessary inside to be at the foot of his bed and flung him down roughly on the bed. The act caught him by surprise and his “WHOA!” squelched my own “AAAAA!” when his finger was ripped roughly out of my ass. Oh, well, his was going to be in far more pain . . . shortly.

“FUCK!” I shouted in frustration, remembering that the Walgreen’s bag was somewhere in the other room where it had dropped during the clothes removal frenzy. “Just a min-“

“Just hurry up and get the stuff, caveman!” he laughed, and I turned and ran out of the room, my cock so hard it was threatening to bruise my thighs as I ran and it knocked against me.

I was back in a flash and had already torn open the box of condoms and was tearing one of the packets open. Jesse was laying back, legs spread wide, somehow both looking like he couldn’t wait and also looking frightened.

Climbing onto the bed and between his long, legs, I spit the package with the condom down by his ass, and I got the lube open and got a good glob on my fingers. “Now’s a helluva a time to ask, I know, but-“

“Tested four weeks ago – clean! – and no activity since,” he told me.

“Well, that too,” I laughed.

“Then what?” he asked up at me, impatient.

I was swirling the lube around on three of my long fingers, and he was looking at that and back at my face, wanting to know what the holdup was but enjoying the sight I thought. “Um, well, I was going to ask if you needed to go, er, to the bathroom to get cle-“

Jesse broke out laughing, cutting me off. “Listen I may not be a good boy scout because I didn’t have supplies, but I’m ALWAYS prepared, if you know what I mean. All systems go for entry, captain!” he mugged and saluted me and then grabbed his knees and pulled them back and displayed his beautiful pink blonde-fur-circled rosebud to me.

OH FUCK that hole was fucking BEAUTIFUL! I couldn’t resist and dove in face first, not caring that my lube-slicked fingers were getting his ass all gooey in the wrong place as I pulled his butt apart farther to get more of my tongue inside.

“OH FUCKING JESUS!” he said, and I knew he wasn’t praying for our Savior, despite it being his birthday.

My tongue went IN – resistant pucker on him, but my tongue was as determined as my waiting cock, and I’d SHOVED inside him and was swirling my tongue and tongue fucking him, causing Jesse to moan and exclaim as I ate his fuckhole with gusto. “Jesus” was replaced with mostly “FUCK YEAH” and “OH MY GOD” which, arguably, could be along the same line as the “Jesus” exclamations, under other circumstances.

I pulled off him long enough to say, “DAMN, Jesse, your ass tastes FINE!” And it did indeed – all man, sweat and a hint of clean musk that had my nuts boiling already. Then I plunged back in for the second course, and he was writhing and moaning like a big, strong bitch!

“Jimmy!” he cried out after a while more of me savoring his fuckpucker and chute. I could fucking feast on his manly hole for HOURS! “FUCK ME, DAMN YOU! I want my first cumshot with you to be while you’re fucking me!”

Well, I was a guest, after all, so how could I deny my host’s request? With a growl I was on my knees again, grabbed the condom and was about to get it out of the already-open packet when he grabbed it from my hand. “I’ll do THIS. You get me lubed up,” he ordered. Fortunately I didn’t mind pushy bottoms . . . at least when it was my cock they were pushing to get!

When I pressed my throbbing cockhead against his very well-slicked hole – I’d really worked it over with my fingers, going to three of my big fingers to at least get him close, but never touching his prostate for fear that he was too worked up and might blow right there – he flinched hard. “Relax, Jesse,” I told him. “You know how to do this, don’t you?”

Jesse’s teeth were gritted against the pain he knew was coming, and he nodded fast. “Okay,” was all he said and closed his eyes.

I surprised myself when I immediately said, “Open your beautiful eyes, Jess. I want us looking at each other when we join.”

Jesse opened his eyes and smiled at me, obviously liking my kind words. I meant them, but I’d never, ever said anything like that before, never felt that before. But I pressed into him, my eyes holding his, pressed harder against his pucker, my cock hard as oak and then I felt him push out against me, and I sipped in. “OHFUCK!” he hissed, but he never broke eye contact.

I waited to feel the death grip his fuckmuscle had on my cock loosen a bit, holding still inside him, still gazing deep into the shimmering emerald pools that were his eyes, now misty with the beginning of tears. When I was about to climb out of my skin waiting, I suddenly felt him relax – just a little – and knew we were on TO IT.

If I hadn’t been sure he was ready, Jesse moving around me and then pushing himself onto me more would have been my cue. I growled uncontrollably and pushed into him several inches. He hissed, but pushed back more against me, and I kept pushing into his searing hot fuckchute. TIGHT and HOT . . . my fucking nuts were already aboil, and I hadn’t even started fucking this hunk yet.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Jimmy,” he said through partially clenched teeth and gasps, looking up at me adoringly and bringing one hand up to stroke my cheek.

This wasn’t my comfort zone – gentle fucking, intimate talk – but the way Jimmy was looking at me, really LOOKING AT me, smiling, enjoying, exuding warmth and enjoyment, well I was transfixed. I realized that as I was enjoying the glow of his gaze I’d bottomed out in him, mostly when he let out a loud “PPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF,” more accomplishment than relief.

“I want to be yours, Jimmy – take me!”

My inner caveman responded instantly, and I began a slow pump, OUT then a fast, jabbing IN that left him breathless and gasping as I repeated. GODDAMN he was TIGHT and my cock was burning from his heat and the perfect fit of his fuckhole around my fucktool.

Every hard THRUST brought another grunt and grin from him. Every out-stroke brought a whimper when my big, flared cockhead pulled his fuckmuscle open at his pucker and threatened to come out. Of course, no fucking way my cock was leaving the Eden that was Jesse’s fuckhole . . . at least until its mission was accomplished.

Jesse started pushing back HARD into my thrusts, and I started fucking him faster. The rhythm was perfect between us, and our eyes remained locked. His gaze was mesmerizing – I saw his pain morph to pain and pleasure to just pleasure and then I saw his pleasure begin to boil over and felt it in the urgency with which he fucked back and milked my cock with his amazing ass.

He had both hands dug into my ass, pulling me as I thrusted and as he pushed back into me HARD, grinding on every bottom-out to get me farther into me, as if he was working his way farther up my shaft into my insides, getting every bit. “OHGOD OHGOD OHHHHHGOOOOODDDDD!” he was crying, grimacing with effort but never losing eye contact.

I was pummeling his prostate with my thrusts, ensuring his body wracked with every hit. My own cries were more, “OH FUCK JESSE! OH FUCK YES JESSE! OH FUCK JESSE YOU ARE FUCKING AMAZING!” and more like that as my ecstasy roiled to the edge inside me.

Just when I knew I was about to cum and thought about pulling out and spraying my seed all over his studly hot bod, Jesse pulled himself up and pulled my head down into a deep, red-hot kiss. His muffled, “MMMMMMMMMMMMMMGGGGGGGGGGGG” against my lips confirmed what my cock felt in his buttclench. And then he was jerking with me as my own explosion hit with terrifying force, and I was holding onto him, kissing him desperately, as we both roiled and rolled in the throes of our release . . . and I was lost in Jesse, not just sexually but connected to him.

It was terrifying for me, and I was aware that, as intense was my pleasure, my body was shaking from the fear of having let myself go, let myself FEEL more than just my cock inside his cunt. We were still kissing, finally stopping our mad grind into each other, panting and gasping for breath around our kiss, which neither of us apparently could let go.

We were no longer grinding, not moving at our groins where we were connected, but still struggling to breathe, still kissing, now not urgently, just passionately, wrapped tight in each other’s arms. His cum, which had sprayed all over between us, was rolling off my chin and down my chest and stomach, and I knew he had the same all over him. He’d cum a ton – I felt the splattering blasts as he’d pumped out a porn star’s load, or one a porn star would have been envious of.

Finally, very slowly, our lips parted, and we leaned together forehead-to-forehead. “MAN!” he said breathily.

“Yeah,” I agreed. And just like that it came over me. The fear, the certain knowledge that this was not what it felt like, that it would be ruined in my memory as soon as he was done with me, as soon as he decided I wasn’t worth even the moments of kindness he had given me while we were fucking. I didn’t realize that I was shaking and crying, more tears flowing faster from my eyes. I just knew I needed to get out of there, needed to leave first before being told to, needed to get back to my very safe place, alone and secure and safe with just me.

When I started to pull away, Jesse held onto me tight. “I have to go,” I said forcefully and pulled harder away from him.

Jesse was not giving an inch, and he held me tight. “You’re not my prisoner,” he said with a soothing but urgent tone and then, “AAAAA!” he cried when my cock pulled free of him. “Jimmy, don’t leave me. You’re not my prisoner, but I want you to stay with me. You’re the best Christmas present I’ve ever had, and I don’t want Christmas to end.”

“I can’t. You don’t understand,” I said, struggling in vain against his hold . . . but obviously not as much as I could have.

“Jimmy,” he said softly. “Look at me. Please.” I’d been looking down, looking away as I struggled, looking anywhere but at him. He gently removed one of his arms from the hold he had on me around my back and very carefully touched my chin then moved it slowly until we were facing one another. “Look at me, Jimmy, please?” he asked sweetly.

I raised my eyes slowly, and I noticed there were tears on his face, which startled me. No way I’d intended to hurt him that much fucking him. As my eyes settled on his, I saw that it wasn’t that kind of pain. Somehow gazing into Jesse’s beautiful, shining eyes, full of joy and sadness all at once, was like hearing what he was thinking. And I couldn’t look away.

“Jimmy,” he started softly, his hand caressing my face. I couldn’t help but to push my head into his caress – so foreign to me but so welcome and so genuinely offered by him. I felt it in my soul. “Jimmy, I’ve wanted to be with you for so long. I don’t know who hurt you or how, but I would and will never, I could never hurt you.”

I looked down, knowing he meant it NOW but he wouldn’t, at some point he’d know I wasn’t worth caring about, just like everybody else. But Jesse was pushing my chin up again, very gently like before. “Jimmy, look at me. Look into my eyes and tell me you don’t see that I care about you, that I’ve wanted you, and that just now, what we had, it was more than, well, it meant something. I know you felt it too.”

I did know. I’d felt it. Just like I’d felt my parents’ and older siblings’ love until they decided I wasn’t worth it. But I’d never looked into their eyes ever and seen or felt what I felt from Jesse. I’d never felt connected to them, yet with Jimmy I FELT IT, felt like we were joined at some deep level, like it had just BEEN there, and we’d suddenly become aware of it.

“It’s been so long for me, Jesse,” I said with the despair I felt, knowing I was either setting myself for my hurt or his, when he figured out I wasn’t worth anything.

He moved in and wrapped his arms around me tight. “Yes, it’s been TOO long since you were loved, Jimmy. I fell for you the first time I saw you, and now I know it wasn’t just a crush, I know I want to BE with you, Jimmy. However you can, whatever you need it to be. All I ask is that you give it a chance and see if you want to be with me too.”

For a moment I thought about forcing myself out of his grasp, about running out and not looking back, about closing this opening that had, somehow, happened tonight. I’d worked hard to put all the pain behind me of having the people I thought had loved me suddenly to decide I was not worth loving. I’d worked hard to get through college on my own, get a career going, make my free time useful to people who needed help. It had been hard . . . and it had been lonely, despite sexual release whenever I felt my own left hand wasn’t enough, maybe lonelier because it was just sex, just release of pressure. It had been . . . okay, hadn’t it?

I felt Jesse’s hug tighten, as if he knew I was struggling within myself. “I want you, Jimmy,” he whispered into my ear. Both his words and his warm breath on my ear pulled me toward that dangerous edge.

“Jesse,” I almost cried, mournfully.

“YOUR Jesse, however you want me, however you’ll have me, Jimmy,” he whispered.

I felt myself freefalling into him, and I was clutching him as hard as he was hugging me. And I was crying HARD – long, wailing sobs, completely out of my control to stop them, to stop the flood of pain I’d suppressed for so long. But Jesse held me tight and let me cry, let me get through it.

There is no measurement in my memory of how long we stayed like that before I calmed down again, just that Jesse held me tight through it. Afterward he gently laid me back and held me in his arms. We were obviously still a gooey, sticky mess from the fucking, but he held me against him, his chest to my back, and his face buried in the back of my neck, just nuzzling me and holding me close.

I woke up a bit later and found him still holding me, but at some point he’d quietly gotten up, gotten the condom off me, cleaned himself up and me a little, then apparently tucked us both in and resumed his position. My instinct was to get up without disturbing him and to RUN HOME. But just as I thought that, he tightened his hug from behind me and throatily, half-sleeping, said into my ear, “I’ve got you, Jimmy. You’re safe,” and nuzzled the back of my neck, the beginnings of a snore following his words.

I could see the clock on the nightstand without moving and disturbing him. It was three in the morning, judging from the darkness outside the window of his tiny bedroom. Christmas was over, but this hadn’t been a Christmas dream. I pressed back against his warm, muscled torso and took his arms around me in my hands and pulled him closer. For me, right then, it was a Christmas miracle.

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This is a story about two high school seniors who have been best friends since 6th grade and are stars on the high school track and field team. They are typical horny teenagers who have never experienced sex with either a male or female. They have shared stories about how they each masturbate daily in bed or the bathroom at night. But they never have masturbated in front of another guy. They have often talked about how sex would feel with another guy as they have confided in each other that they are gay. They are curious about how to make man on man sex from magazines they have seen. Yet they are virgins as they take the trip to the lake on this September afternoon. How much longer will it be until they give into their horny lust?

Jon is a star on the team as a state champion in the four man relay team. Sean is a successful state champion in the shot-put. Both guys are in perfect condition. As to their stats:

Jon is a handsome blond, blue eyed, light complexion, northern European stock, standing 5-feet and 9-inches, weighing 150 pounds and a 7-inch cut cock with normal size balls. He is so horny that he often sprouts a hard on during class. He is a typical twink.

Sean is a big hot African American jock, standing 6-feet and 4-inches, weighs a rock hard ribbed 235 pounds, black short curly hair, dark eyes, huge chest, big arms and biceps the size of melons and log size thighs and legs. He has big nipples that stand out like a woman’s breasts. There are whorls of black hair surrounding his nipples with hair tapered off to a treasure trail leading down to his crotch and heavy patch of pubic hair. He has what he likes to call a big black dick that measures 9-inches and is cut with large hanging balls.

These best friends are a contrast in size and features with an almost hairless blond jock and a big dark stud.

Jon shares the day they went skinny dipping and lost their virginity.

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It was 3 PM when classes let out on a Friday and Sean approached me and asked:

“Jon, buddy, what are your plans for the afternoon? You know how much we love hanging out together. You’re my very best friend. You know how much fun we have together. How about riding out to the lake with me?”

“Sean, that sounds great. This is our last weekend before we start practice for this year’s team. We should take advantage of the free time. Should we go get our swimming trunks for a swim? Or we could take our fishing poles or get out the canoe.”

“No Jon, lets just go for a ride. But lets pick up your two-year-old black lab. He loves the water.”

I found Sean answer unusual as we almost always went for a swim when we went out to the lake. But OK we would do what he wanted.

We drove to one of the more isolated bays and began to throw the ball to my dog Butch. Finally, I threw the ball out into the lake and Butch swam out immediately to retrieve the ball. Black labs love to swim. This caused Sean with a mischief glance to suggest: “Hey Buddy, lets take our clothes off, go skinny dipping and join Butch in the water. No one is around and we will be safe. Be brave for once and do something a little risky. You’re always so careful. Let go and be maverick for once.”

“OK Sean, I guess it will be OK. But if we hear a car approaching, we will have to dash to the car with our clothes and get dressed. Agree?”

“Yea, OK Jon.”

We got butt naked and swam out close to where Butch was playing in the water. We began to swim around and dive under the water in a playful mood. After about five minutes when I was some 250 yards from the shore, I felt Sean swim up behind me which was not big deal until he took his big dark hands and put them around my chest. He pulled me tight up against his chest as our naked bodies were then tight against each other. Oh hell, I felt his hard black cock, which had obviously become stone hard, up against the crack of my ass. Next he began to suck on my neck and ears with his hot tongue. Shit, I was being fondled by my best friend. I felt my dick becoming very stiff. Yea, I wanted him to fuck me. I now knew why Sean did not want us to bring our swimming trunks. My buddy and best friend had the hots for me. Man was I ever horny.

Then Sean spoke with a sexy low voice: “Jon, you have the most hot luscious bubble butt I’ve ever seen. In the locker room, you butt is the hottest ass among all the jocks. Shit, fuck, your ass has me with an irresistible temptation. Man I want to fuck that pink bubble asshole.”

“Oh my god, Sean yea. I need your cock inside me. I want to feel the first cock deep in my man pussy and I want it to be you. Man your cock is so big.”

I let out a verbal moan and pushed my butt back into his steel hard cock. He took my comments and sexy move to push his cock tight up against my ass entrance, began running his cock up and down my ass crack and lower back , removed one of his hands from my chest and grabbed my swollen cock. He began to jack me off while he used his cock to play with my ass crack. I felt his hot breath on my neck along with saliva sprouting from his mouth onto my neck. He smelt so manly. I might come any minute. I’d never been this hot and lustful for sex.

Then I heard Sean whisper into my ear: “Baby, wow, your ass feels so great next to my big black cock. I’ve wanted to fuck you for a long time. You’re body is so smooth, hot and sexy. I’ve often masturbated fantasying that my cock was up your ass. Today lets do it.”

Before I could answer, Sean let go and dove into the water. Soon I felt his hand on the base of my cock and he put his lips around my cock head and began to suck me under the water. Oh hell, the feel of his mouth on my cock and the flow of the water was awesome. He sucked my cock until he had to come up for air. He grabbed me as he put his hands behind my back, pulled my chest up tight to his chest and drove his tongue deep into my mouth. As he kissed me, he humped as our cocks slid across each other. Could sex ever be better than this first time. I was ready to be his bitch and do whatever he wanted to me. Would we both shoot our milky cream in the water?

But Sean had other plans. He let go of me and said: “Baby, lets get out of the water, get a blanket from the car and really go wild.”

“OH fuck yea Sean. I want to be your obedient bitch. Give me your cock.”

Sean went to the car, got a large blanket and spread it out on the shore. We laid down side by side on the blanket as we embraced with our wet bodies. Soon we were humping laying side by side. I felt his big hard body thrust into me with our cocks entangled. Pure pleasure dominated us.

After several minutes, Sean jumped on top of me, took my head in his hands as he laid down flat on my naked body. We spent at least 15 minutes humping like two dogs in heat. I felt our cocks oozing pre-cum making our pubic hair wet. It was so sexy. Sean gave me kiss after kiss as he drove his tongue to the back of my throat. How much longer could I last. I fought hard not to come as I wanted him to suck my cock and fuck my ass.

Finally, Sean got off me as I lay on my back. He spread my legs far apart, got between my legs and thighs and he buried his face deep into my wet crotch. He began to lap at the man sweat infusing my heavy raunchy ass and balls. He used his tongue to kiss, lick and suck on my balls and up and down my rigid cock shaft. Next he took my entire cock down his throat until I felt his mouth at the base of my cock. He spent several minutes deep throating my cock. At times, he would swallow my cock and hold his lips tight not moving as I felt the veins in my cock throbbing with pleasure. How could a first time guy give such an incredible blowjob? Was it possible? I never wanted him to stop sucking my cock. I loved my first time of getting a blowjob. WOW, it was so erotic. I was sold on cock sucking.

He began a fast speed of going down and coming all the way off my cock over and over. I began to thrust my crotch upward to meet his delicious mouth and tongue. To make it even more mind blowing (punt intended), Sean began to fuck my ass with one and then two fingers as he continued to suck my cock.

I felt him sucking my huge supply of pre-cum out of my oozing piss slit. It was so hot.

“Oh my god, oh fuck yea, suck my cock. Drive those fingers up my ass. Yea, it feels so good. Yea, shit, eat my milky pre-cum. Don’t stop.”

Sean stopped sucking my cock long enough to say: “Do you like me sucking your cock? Does it feel good? Man I love that dick honey!!! Your pre-cum is so sweet.”

Then Sean got very horny and rough as he sucked my cock and drove his fingers up my ass. Finally, I felt my cock head swell and yea the seed left my balls. It was too late to stop as I yelled: “Here I come. If you do not want my cum down your throat, you better pull off.”

This made Sean even hornier as he sucked me harder as I exploded with burst after burst of my thick white warm semen deep into his throat. When I was spent, Sean withdrew as my cum ran out of the corners of his mouth and down his chin. He kissed me as we tasted my seed.

But Sean was not finished with me. It was time to get fucked. Yea, I wanted him inside me with his cock. I was his willing bitch. He placed me on my stomach on the blanket. I felt him use his hands to spread my legs far apart, I felt him spit gobs of spit on my ass, rub it inside me, he lubed his huge cock with spit and placed his big hard black cock at the entrance to my ass. Soon I felt his whole body on top of me as his cock split my ass ring open and he drove the big wood deeper and deeper into my guts. Oh wow, the feel of a big cock inside me was far better than I had ever thought possible. I began to thrust my ass upward to meet his cock as Sean drilled my ass. I felt his big tool move around my ass and plunge hard against my prostate. As he pulled out and back in each time, he manage to use several different angles to drive his leaking cock back deep into my man pussy. Again how could a virgin know how to fuck a man’s ass like a pro? The feel was so awesome.

He fucked me for the longest time. I was shocked at such a young stud’s staying power. Most young guys cannot last that long. Man, I was in love with my best friend and his cock. As he used no mercy in pounding my ass, he said: “Baby, my bitch, do you like my cock up your ass? Tell me it feels good? Man, my first fucking a man’s ass is so great.”

“Oh hell yea, oh fuck, oh fuck, Ahhhhh, Mmmmmm, fuck me harder. Give me all your big black cock. Do not stop. It feels so good. Shoot that man seed up my ass. Make me feel that milky cum.”

That put Sean over the edge. I felt his cock swell until it hurt my ass and he plunged deep one more time into my ass as he released a huge supply of his manhood into my ass. I felt his wet semen fill me. Soon his semen began to pour out of my ass as Sean pulled his still hard cock out of my ass.

He put his cum covered dick in my mouth and I sucked him clean. We dove into the lake and cleaned our bodies. We got out, dried off with towels, put on our clothes, called for my dog and headed for the car.

As we got to the car, a car pulled up with five of our high school’s football team buddies. Man, we had almost gotten caught. They asked how the water was and we told them it was a great day for a swim. As Sean drove away, I noticed the hot football players were pulling off their clothes and going in for skinny dipping. Would they have hot sex?

MUDCHUTE SERVICES
by Robert Furlong

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Warning: this story includes scat!

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If you’re driving along the motorway and feel like a break, I would strongly recommend Mudchute Services.  They’re fairly easy to find, right next to Brown Wood, and you’ll find the toilet facilities make a very worthy detour.

I’d paid little attention to gents’ toilets all the years I’d been married, but these days I love finding out what different amenities have to offer.  Most of the women I’ve dated have found it impossible to keep up with my sex-drive so it was almost inevitable that I would discover what pleasures can be had behind the locked cubicle doors of certain public toilets.  Since then, I have – without any serious difficulty I have to say – broadened my sexual interests considerably.

The toilets in these particular services had seemed promising as soon as I’d walked in.  Several men at the urinals turned to look me up and down and one or two even smiled at how slick I looked in my well-fitting business suit.  I’d smiled back at them but hadn’t lingered – standing alongside a row of strangers groping each other’s members through our flies has never really appealed to me – and instead headed through to the WCs at the rear.

This part of the toilet was much less busy but the gaps underneath the cubicles doors revealed a multitude of boots and shoes shuffling around – something that’s always a very good sign.  Better still, a rusting fan unit was whirring noisily in the ceiling, obscuring whatever intimate sounds were going on between the occupants.

I took a moment to choose the most encouraging venue from several possible contenders and in the end plumped for a vacant stall next to a cubicle door under which I was sure I could make out two pairs of feet.  Once inside, I was pleased to find that the toilet roll dispenser had been obligingly removed, exposing four screw holes and offering an opportunity for a private viewing of the adjoining cubicle.

I sat myself down on the toilet and spent a few enjoyable minutes watching a man in a suit a couple of shades lighter than mine standing having his hugely engorged manhood sucked by some lad in a high-vis jacket.  The kid was clearly loving feasting on the hefty-looking cock that was poking, along with a nice fat set of nuts, out of the guy’s straining zipper.  The boy took as much of it as he could into his eager mouth, soaking the thickened shaft with a copious froth of spit as he swept his lips up and down its veiny girth.  At times he would withdraw and spend a few moments lapping at the bloated purple head, teasing the precum from its gaping slit and gratefully gulping down the trickle of salty liquid.

I knew full well that the two of them were aware of my presence and were no doubt enjoying performing for their unseen observer.  I can’t deny that I grew a hard-on of my own from watching the lad so ardently devour the impressive rod of meat in front of him, but I’d come in here hoping for a lot more than just a peep show.

So it wasn’t long before I was quietly tapping on their door, smiling to myself at how my ex-wife would react if she could see what now I got up to in places such as this.  To my delight the catch was quickly clicked open so I could push my way inside, my own cock throbbing in my trousers at the prospect of meeting two of its more sociable brothers.

I found that the suited bloke was middle-aged like me and looked as if he was maybe an accountant or solicitor from how formally he was dressed.  The lad in front of him was in his early twenties and seemed like he might be a builder or part of a highway maintenance crew.

I didn’t pay much attention to the kid, though, to be honest.  He was quite happy to be on his knees, tossing off the laughably small prick that was poking out from his dirty tracksuit bottoms while he slavered away in at the older man’s much bulkier offering.

No, my interest was on the suited guy, whose thickly veined shaft was being so hungrily serviced, and in particular the lovely round arse which was pressed firmly against the back of his dark grey trousers.  He’d hitched his jacket up as if to flaunt how amazing his big, chunky buttocks looked inside the tightly stretched material and how inviting was the deep, alluring valley nestling between them.

I should probably point out that in the last couple of years the huge variety in the sizes and shapes of other men’s backsides have become quite my thing.  I used to be a tit-man when it came to women – and still am given the chance – but these days I’m very much a butt-man: especially when the said butt has a nice hairy cleft and comes with a heavy pair of knackers swinging around underneath it.

I have to admit that this guy’s arse was of the sort that had emerged as my out-and-out favourite of all the many types of male bums I’d encountered.  His cheeks were hard and muscular, pressing outwards against his trousers as if struggling to be contained, and their shape was wonderfully masculine: squat and solid with a striking symmetry to their curvature.

Better still, I knew that between a firm pair of buttocks like his – two big manly cheeks that had spent the day cooped up underneath trousers and underwear – there’d likely be a deep dank crack that had grown wonderfully sweaty and pungent.

You see, that’s become my thing too, I’m afraid: the smells and tastes lurking between men’s butt cheeks.  It might sound unlikely but that’s the direction my sexual interests have recently taken: getting my nose and tongue into the trench between a guy’s haunches has turned out to be the match that lights the gay end of my sparkler.  While I still appreciate the sensual aromas of my occasional female lovers, these days I more usually revel in the crude anal stink of the men I seek out for sex.

After I’d locked the cubicle door behind me, the guy in the suit turned in my direction and grinned as the lad’s mouth slurped away at his large erection.  I marvelled at how big his bollocks were, being pushed outwards from his gaping zipper.  They were plump and full, just like mine get if I go a few days without release, and his stretched, hairy scrotum kept tickling the boy’s chin as he bobbed his face back and forth to pleasure the swollen shaft.

I smiled back at him, unzipping myself, and manoeuvred my own stiffened organ out through my fly.  I’m pretty well-hung and the accountant or solicitor or whatever he was looked down at it with undisguised approval.  I grinned more broadly and jerked my foreskin back and forth a few times to show my over-sized phallus off at its most impressive.

“Nice set of junk,” he observed in a voice that sounded quite loud from where I was standing but which would fail to carry beyond the confines of our cubicle because of the noise from the fan unit.  I had never been so grateful for a piece of malfunctioning equipment: one is so often reduced to barely-audible whispers and even arm-waving mimes in such places to avoid rousing the attentions of one’s defecating neighbours.

With the lad nibbling and lapping at his dribbling bell-end, the guy wanked his shaft a few times to keep his precum flowing.  As I admired his technique, working a trickle of his hot sticky ooze onto the boy’s tongue, I noticed he was wearing a wedding ring.  Its design was quite fussy, with small diamonds studded along its golden circumference, and seemed like it would have been chosen to match an even fussier feminine version.  I wondered if his wife had any idea of the sort of things her big, brawny husband got up to in the toilet cubicles of motorway services.

The man threw me a thumbs-up and I realised he thought I was waiting my turn: giving him time to discharge his load between the kid’s eager lips so I could take up his position and have my own larger manhood similarly serviced by the youngster.

Perhaps that’s how it usually works in these toilets.  Maybe blokes on the way home from work would regularly tap on cubicle doors in the hope of having their knobs sucked by whoever was willing to do the honours.  I wondered whether, once this guy had finished and I was having my own throbbing organ dutifully sucked, I was supposed to let the next fella sneak in so he could stand alongside with his chubby dick poking out from his fly, only to shuffle over to take my place once I’d climaxed.

If that was how it was supposed to work then I’m afraid I had rather different ideas.

I moved around behind the guy in the suit and, before he could object for fear I might want to jerk off onto his bum (a fate that had once befallen the back of my trousers in a different toilet cubicle), I knelt down and pressed my face towards the dark grey material that was stretched tight across his voluminous buttocks.  Even at first sniff, I could tell this was a bloke with a wonderfully whiffy arse: well before my nose had closed in on the fabric it was obvious that what was lurking between his cheeks had infused deeply it with its strong, distinctive scent.

At first the man pulled away, unsure of my motives, and glanced around to see my face level with his backside and my nose directed towards his flavoursome furrow.  Realising where my interests lay, he grinned and pushed himself back towards me, chuckling when my nose plunged slap-bang between his butt-cheeks.

I moved my face up and down against his arse, following the stitched hem which ran down the middle of the seat of his trousers.  The material which had nestled between his buttocks smelt strong and ripe, even high up where his big, brawny posterior pressed outwards at its roundest.  I worked my nose lower down, pushing it deeper into his effluvious gorge, sniffing eagerly at his most secretive scents and feeling my cock swelling upwards at how harsh and musky they were.

This guy might look clean-cut and well-turned-out, I mused, but the back of his trousers revealed he was concealing an especially raunchy arse.  That’s usually how it turns out in my experience: rough-looking grubsters too often have backsides that smell only of soap and shower gel; it’s always the posh fellas with well-coiffed hair and crisply-ironed shirts that have butt odours that make you wince even through their trousers and underwear.

I heard him chuckle, “Oh, nice one, mate!  Yeah, go on!  Sniff my arse!” and he grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face further into his large rump.

I inhaled his darkest and least decorous scent as deeply as I could, my mouth watering at the sheer crudeness that was clinging to the material of his trousers.  It was Friday night: he must have been wearing these trousers all week at work, having the murky hemline that my nose was pressing against working up into his odorous ditch as he sat at his desk.  I sniffed further between his legs and deeper into his pungent ravine and gasped as I found a small patch of material that must have been rubbed by his fingers against his hot, moist hole when he’d discreetly worked them into his crack to scratch a persistent itch.

I was in veritable heaven: what a find this was!  This was the smell I loved to savour: that which I craved and had hardly dared to hope I would find here when I’d pulled off the motorway.  It was making the large, ripe helmet of my cock swell and glisten, and the hardened shaft behind it thicken expectantly at what it signified.

I heard the guy hastily unclip his belt, and then he yanked his trousers down to the tops of his thighs.  Underneath he was wearing tight white briefs and, before he could hook a thumb into each side of these and pull them down too, I pressed my face into the damp bitter gusset that had worked up between his flexing cheeks.

The smell of the back of his underpants was much riper and more powerful, and to some noses, no doubt, would have been deemed vulgar and offensive.  It was the brash and earthy pungence of a man’s muscular arse after a day of being constrained in the back of his trousers, made all the better by being untainted by deodorant and soapy perfumes.

“Ah, yeah!” he called down to me, grabbing my head again and directing my face towards his butthole.  “Sniff my stink!”

The boy must have tried to pull away from him, eager to see what I was doing round the back of his companion, because the guy took his hand away from my head and returned his lad’s mouth back to his cock.

“Come on, keep sucking!” he commanded the younger man.  “Use your tongue!”

The rhythm of the lad’s mouth quickly resumed and I seized my own swollen manhood to match his pace with the tight masturbatory grip of my fist.

Satisfied that his cock was being properly attended, the guy reached round again and pushed my face further into his strong-smelling arse crack.  He leant forwards to splay his cleft more widely and give me better access to the fascinating flavours that were lurking inside.

His scent was exquisite – except that it was far too powerful to be accurately called a scent.  Low down in his deep fissure, right where his dirty rosebud would be lurking just beneath the white material, was the fierce reek of this big bloke’s most unseemly stink.  I inhaled at it hungrily, well aware of what I was sniffing and suspecting that the inner side of his underwear was probably heavily stained with a row of lewd-looking skid-marks.

I wanked myself faster, thankful that what had at first seemed like such a formally-attired backside had yielded so sumptuous a sensory feast.  This was full-on male butt odour at its absolute finest.  Since I’d discovered I had this unlikely fascination, I’d had my face buried into a rich and varied assortment of other men’s rears in places such as these.  However, this well-dressed guy’s hot, dank valley stands out as one of the best and the way he was holding my head to grind my face against the rank-smelling gusset of his dirty briefs only served to compound my pleasure.

I sniffed deeper, pushing my nose right up against the carnal stink of this man’s unsavoury arsehole.  Years earlier I would have been appalled by the mere thought of wedging my face into somewhere so vulgar, be it on a woman’s body but especially on a man’s.  But now I was well aware that the smell I was so keen to experience had a sexual component: it was that which was making my head spin and my hand beat faster.

You see, this wasn’t just the stink of some stranger’s dirty arse: for me the smell held far more pleasurable and intimate associations as the delicious aroma of same-sex intercourse.  It was a mere foreshadowing of the strong, biting odour the two of us men would revel in if we were panting and gasping together with my manhood pummelling his behind.

I had grown to love this smell in spite of, or perhaps because of, its more obvious associations with filth and squalor.  I had come to find it deeply erotic as a reminder of how intensely erotic it was to have sex with my own kind: the stronger the smell of butt, the harder my cock would throb at the memory of how it had felt thrust and buck against another man’s rear; how hard and fast I’d had to slam against his buttocks to produce such a wonderfully powerful odour.

“Lick it,” the guy commanded me and I pulled out from his bracingly odorous crack.  I looked up at him and found him grinning mischievously: he’d probably never had anyone who’d been so eager to get their face into his butt-crack; probably not at home and definitely not in a public toilet.

He hitched his briefs down around his thighs, which slightly disappointed me as I’d been enjoying sniffing the back of them.  But when I saw his bare arse in all its big, muscular glory, my cock throbbed excitedly at how incredible it looked.  His crack had coarse wiry hair spilling out from it and low down, where his flavoursome hole would be nestled, whole clumps of it were matted together, making my mouth water at what I knew was awaiting me.

“Eat me out,” he whispered, encouraged by the sight of me licking my lips.  “Shove your tongue right in there, really deep.”

I grinned back up at him: he had my sexual peculiarities pretty well figured out.

The boy pulled off his cock and peered around at me quizzically.  In spite of the clothes he was wearing, he had a lovely sweet face – light blue eyes and pink, full lips – and seemed oddly boyish to be a builder or labourer or whatever physical job he held.

“Yer not gonna lick his arse out, are ya?” he inquired in a surprisingly deep voice which was laden with a combination of amazement and disgust.  I figured it mustn’t be something he’d ever done himself.

I smirked and nodded.

“But won’t it be, like… you know… proper shitty?” he asked, glancing at the skid-marks which were indeed coursing along the inside gusset of the pulled down briefs.

I shrugged.  “I prefer to think of it as lube!”

The guy chuckled from above us and I hoped his amusement meant he might be up for a butt-fuck.   My cock was aching in anticipation from the smell of his arse and had got me into just the right mood to bend him over the toilet bowl and roughly rut with his big, hairy rump.

That was the main reason I came to places like this, you see: to find men who would let me unload my seed up their bowels.  Sometimes I’d allow my fleeting companions to discharge themselves into me, but more often, in the absence of a woman in my life, I would seek men willing for me to use their hot, hairy rears as a very enjoyable alternative outlet.

And even if they didn’t, I was more than happy just to take in the scenery – sniffing and licking the part of the male body I had so recently discovered to be a powerful aphrodisiac.  In some ways it was more erotic to probe a man’s orifice with one’s tongue: it was vastly more intense and incredibly sensual.  I greatly enjoyed masturbating in that position: tasting and smelling a fellow male’s most intimate of flavours and imagining what it would be like for our bodies to be connected in copulation.

The lad watched me intently as I leaned forwards and pushed my face between the two hefty buttocks that were gaping open in front of me.  After pausing to savour his intoxicating stink straight from his companion’s bare arse-crack, I extended my tongue and, with a few exploratory sweeps through the dense, pungent thicket spilling out from his trench, quickly found his hot, moist opening.  

I heard him and the boy gasp in unison.  I was sure the guy had never been rimmed and that the boy had also never seen it done.

I tickled the suited man’s hole with the outstretched tip of my tongue, first working around the puffy circumference and then pushing more firmly into the swollen ring to enjoy the thick, acrid bite of his most sordid taste.

I pulled back from his big, hairy arse and peered up at the guy’s face.  He was grinning down at me over his shoulder, his smile broad and full of surprised delight.

“Go on, mate, lick me out properly,” he urged.  “Stick your tongue right up my fucking hole!”

I smiled back up at him, hoping it would indeed turn out to be a ‘fucking hole’: a hole for fucking.

Again I wondered if he really would be up for that.  In spite of how keen he was to be rimmed and how he’d chuckled at my quip about lube, my instincts told me not.  He no doubt regularly stopped off here on his drive home from work and enjoyed having his cock sucked by whichever random bloke was willing to get on his knees in front of him.  He would probably even be partial to working his knob up some stranger’s arse if he was in the right mood, but bitter experience had taught me that guys like this – married and no doubt classing themselves as totally straight – were almost invariably unwilling to have anything more than a tongue slid up their backsides.

“Come on,” he demanded, pulling his cheeks apart with one hand to tempt me with the furry hole inside.  “Get your tongue up my arse!  Right in deep!”

The lad kept gaping at me poised with my face in front of this guy’s large, solid buttocks.  I grinned at him naughtily: I loved being seen like this, poised in front of a bloke’s big brawny backside, salivating at the prospect of working my tongue up the hot, slimy chute.  This wasn’t what strangers normally do during furtive encounters in public toilets: I was fully aware of that.  They normally wank each other off, maybe suck each other’s cocks – and occasionally one might offer his puckered hole for the other to quickly and quietly fuck – but rimming was seen as far too personal and intimate to be traded in a toilet cubicle.

But that’s why I like it: it never ceases to astonish men when I duck down behind them and apply my face between their buttocks.  Even when they’ve got their underpants pulled up and I just nuzzle my nose into the whiffy material riding up between their cheeks, they are quick to express both their surprise and gratitude.

With the young builder looking on, I extended my tongue and pushed it back into the suited guy’s arse crack.  He grinned as I lapped between the big round cheeks like a cat taking milk, enjoying the feel and taste of where the hair was clumped together.  I made an ‘mmm’ sound to show how much I was loving tonguing such a odorous bum and then pulled back away to see his reaction.

He was smirking at me wide-eyed and said, “Fuck yeah!” to encourage me to go in for another taste.

I chuckled back at him, pleased to show him that butts aren’t just for shitting and fucking, and he looked down at my cock to see with amazement how horny I was from where my face had just been.

I yanked my foreskin right back for him, flourishing my large, ripe bell-end and he grinned more broadly and said, “Fuckin’ eat his hole out, mate!”

I lunged back in and feasted on the guy’s arse, driving my tongue forwards and pressing it firmly into his slippery, puckered entrance.  I was surprised at how readily it opened to my advances: perhaps I’d been wrong about this guy and he wasn’t as averse as I’d assumed to having the occasional horny bloke like me work a prick up between his butt cheeks.

I rimmed him deeply, grabbing my cock again and masturbating it quickly, as I tasted the rough, pungent slime inside his yielding hole.

I was feeling so glad that I’d called into these toilets on the off-chance.  I hadn’t actually needed the loo and had wandered in purely on spec.

“Bend over the loo,” the suited guy instructed the kid.  “I wanna fuck you while he licks my tush.”

I pulled away from rimming his arse, keen to see the lad getting his builder’s bum fucked.  While such sights aren’t exactly rare when you’re lucky enough to be let into a cubicle with a couple of guys, they’re uncommon enough not to be taken for granted.

The builder and I both got up and the youngster smiled nervously at the suited guy.  Then he said, in that curiously deep voice, “I dunno, mate… I weren’t really expectin’ owt like that…”

“Come on,” the other man retorted, his wet cock curving upwards and looking large and expectant.  “I promise I’ll cum really quickly…”

The lad looked uncomfortable and said, with a cute-looking blush, “Thing is, right… I came in here for a dump and -“

“I couldn’t give a fuck about that,” the suited guy snapped at him.  “Just turn around and bend over!”

“Yeah, but what I’m sayin’ is…” he went on and then blushed a deeper shade of red.  “Basically, what it is, right… me arse is prob’ly full o’ shit!”

“Isn’t that how arses usually work or am I missing something…?”

The lad shrugged.  “I just mean, ya know… I don’t mind ya shaggin’ me wi’ me arse full o’ crud, but I reckon it’ll make an ‘ell of a stink once ya get started!”

“I couldn’t care how bad it stinks, son.  I just wanna nice, proper fuck while he crouches behind me with his tongue licking up my back door!”

“What if yer knob ends up covered in shit…?”

The bloke shrugged.  “It’ll make it more… interesting…”

The lad threw him a small smile, obviously warming to the idea.  “Ya reckon…?”

The suited guy reached down and pulled a condom from his trouser pocket.  He must keep it within easy reach at times he was pursuing his hobby.

He gestured towards me and suggested, “Like he said, it’ll act as lube, won’t it?”

The lad grinned more broadly.  “Felt like it were gonna be a sloppy one, so it prob’ly will!”

The older bloke chuckled, unfurling the sheath down his large erection.  “Good job in a way, ’cause I forgot to bring any KY.”

The lad chortled at that and made to take his high-res jacket off, but the suited guy quickly objected.

“No, leave it on,” he muttered.  “I want to screw you with you wearing it!”

The lad yanked his trousers down and turned around to bend over the toilet.  His bum was pale and almost entirely hairless: only a few short, wispy hairs were visible emerging from his arse-crack.  There was a peppering of small pink blemishes around the crease where his buttocks met his thighs.  He must get quite sweaty down there when he was lugging masonry around or whatever it was he did during the day.

The older man shuffled up behind him and parted his cheeks with his finger and thumb.  Slap bang between them we could both see the lad’s prominently puckered arsehole: the distended raised ring of someone who was in the regular habit of receiving other men’s cocks.

While in most cases one might expect such a well-ploughed hole to be inflamed red or purple, in this lad’s case it was a deep, dirty brown.

The suited bloke laughed, “Fucking hell!  I think you might have been touching cloth when you pulled in here, mate!”

The builder glanced back at us.  “What d’ya mean?”

The guy extended his middle finger into the murky trench, drew a small circle around the lad’s bloated ringpiece and then thrust the unsanitary digit towards him, putting it so close to his face that he could probably smell the stink on it.

On seeing how discoloured it was, the boy laughed heartily, “I told it were gonna be shitty!”

I found it refreshing that he was so unconcerned about the mess his arsehole was in even with two strangers staring at it.

The guy turned to me a grinned.  “Fancy sticking your face into that?”

I shook my head with a smirk, “I’ll let you do the honours…”

That was too much even for me.

The suited guy chuckled and pushed forwards so he could start pushing his rubbered organ against the lad’s muddy pucker.  His swollen muscle relaxed obligingly and the lad murmured at the feel of having his anal ring cleaved open.  In spite of his roughness, he was obviously no stranger to bending over to take another fella’s big cock into his rear passage!

“Ah yeah… shove it right up!” he called back to the suited guy.  “I wanna feel yer bollocks pressin’ between my legs!”

“Like having it up you, don’t you!” the older man chuckled and eased his thick cock further into the flagrantly-soiled hole that was being so eagerly offered.

I peered over so I could take a good look at what I once would have regarded as an unpleasantly crude variant of sex but which I now found utterly compelling.  Male penetrating male: the combining of two masculine anatomies never ceased to enthral me even if, in this case, it was somewhat tarnished by the unsightly state of the builder’s arse.

“Aah!” the boy suddenly gasped with a wince.  “Take it a bit slower, will ya?”

The bloke grabbed him by the hips and held his cock steady.  The top half of it was plugged inside the lad’s straining ring, the thickened shaft seeming to swell and stretch it further.

“You okay?” he asked his young companion.

“It’s like I told ya… my arse is well full!” the builder retorted.  “Can’t you feel it around yer cock?”

The guy laughed.  “No complaints from my side!  It just feels hot and slippery!”

He pushed in another inch and the lad gasped again.  “Jesus – talk about packin’ fudge!”

The bloke kept chuckling and continued to work himself into the widening arsehole.  He seemed to find it funny that he was for all intents and purposes sliding his cock deeper and deeper into a big steaming dollop of the young builder’s shit.

“Oh God!” the boy panted.  “I feel like I’m gonna burst!”

The guy laughed again.  “Bet you wish you’d taken that dump!”

“Too fuckin’ right I do!”

The lad repositioned himself, opening his legs as much as he could and bending further down to open his arse up wider, trying to give his short-lived lover more room inside him.  He farted loudly which sounded utterly disgusting and the suited guy guffawed at the effect his cock was having on the over-filled rectum he was slowly pushing into.

“I once had two fellas bum me at the same time,” the builder muttered breathlessly.  “My arse feels even fuller than it did then!”

The suited guy kept grinning and pushed his cock the last few inches up into the gaping crack of the builder’s spread arse.

“Aah!  Jesus!” the younger man gasped.

Finally the suited guy’s huge bollocks were pressing into the backs of the builder’s legs and the lad let out another fart which sounded and smelled even ranker than the first.

The bloke turned to me and asked, “Have you ever done a guy like this?”

Thinking that, perhaps in my boring work suit I looked like a novice to the pleasures of male anal penetration, I chuckled at the question.

“Of course I have!” I retorted.  “Loads of times!  I’ll bang you while you bang him, if you want me to prove it!  I’ve got a condom in my wallet.”

He smiled back but shook his head.

“I only give, I don’t take,” he informed me before going to clarify: “I didn’t just mean have you fucked a guy’s arse, but have you fucked one like his – one that’s chock-full of turds…?”

“Oh I see,” I replied.  “No – not that I know of.  How’s it feel?”

“Surprisingly sexy,” he grinned.  “All wet and squelchy around my prong.  Warm and yielding… soft and thick.”

He glanced down at my erection, which hadn’t lost any of its earlier stiffness, and added, “You like the sound of that?”

“Perhaps,” I nodded.  I wouldn’t have thought something so repulsive could possible titillate me but now that I was faced with the reality of it, I found it distinctly intriguing.

The guy slowly withdrew his cock from the boy’s arse and the two of us gasped in astonishment at the thick layer of crud that was covering it.  I winced at the stink from it – it really was atrocious – but the bloke just laughed and said, “Who’s for a choc ice?”

The boy peered around and over his shoulder at our dumbstruck faces.

“What’s up?” he asked.  “Is somethin’ wrong?”

“Your mate’s cock looks a lot thicker now it’s on the way out!” I told him, trying not to gag at the stench.

“Thicker?” he asked.  “How?”

“It’s… er… extremely well-lubed!”

He looked at us stupidly, failing to get the joke, and then sniffed the air a few times before realising what we were referring to.

“Oh right!” he chuckled back.  “I told you I were desperate for a crap!”

“Oh Jesus Christ!  The smell of it!” muttered the suited guy with his cock still plugged up the dirty arse.  “It stinks like… I dunno… like…”

“Shit?” I asked.

“Yeah!” he chortled.  “This is gonna be the stinkiest fuck I’ve ever had, and believe me I’ve had quite a few!”

He reached up to grab the builder by the shoulders and started sliding his cock slowly in and out of the filthy hole.  Some of the lad’s shit squelched out every time he pushed in and the smell of it grew even stronger in the confines of the cubicle.

The guy turned to me and grinned, obviously enjoying how sordid this butt-fuck was becoming.  The skid-marks on the back of his own briefs paled into insignificance compared to the mess that his cock was now making as it penetrated this younger man’s arse.  There were soon sloppy brown gobs sticking to his pubes and two thick stinking stripes smeared on the inner sides of the boy’s pale, splayed buttocks.

The boy also found it amusing that he was delivering such inelegant intercourse and smirked up at me from where he was bent over the toilet bowl.  He seemed as eager to see my reaction on seeing this extreme caricature of anal sex, as I had been his when I’d shown him what rimming looks like.  His face was full of expectation, as if he was hoping to surprise me: like he wanted to show me something new and unsuspected in the same way I had when I’d licked the guy’s arse.

I just smiled back at him.  What I was watching was graphic and perhaps a little grotesque, but I certainly wasn’t shocked by it.  After all, I’d enjoyed enough anal liaisons with other men to recognise that such sex can bring with it exposure to faecal matter.

Dissatisfied by my muted response, he asked, “Does it look really ‘orrible… seein’ me gettin’ a bum-job wi’ me arse full o’ shit?”

I shrugged.  “Maybe not ‘horrible’… but as anal copulation goes, yours doesn’t leave much to the imagination!”

He didn’t understand what I meant because he persisted, “Does it look… you know…. proper nasty?  Seein’ me gettin’ bummed up me dirty, stinkin’ arse?”

He seemed determined that I should concede that the sight of him being butt-fucked was offensive.

I smiled.  “Well, your arse is oozing shit around his cock as he’s fucking you.  I wouldn’t call it ‘nasty’ but I admit it’s not the sort of thing one’s likely to see on a Valentine card.”

Again he didn’t appreciate my humour and instead said defiantly, “Well I’m fuckin’ lovin’ it me!  I’m fuckin’ well into it!”

He grabbed his erection and, pushing it back between his thighs so I could see it underneath the older man’s roughly jabbing organ.  He jerked his foreskin back and forth as if to show me how aroused he was from being so lewdly and indecorously penetrated.

His cock really was remarkably small: it had a nice, curved shaft and a lovely moist pink head, but it was thin and short and he had to wank it between a single finger and his thumb.  Not that I’m being critical of it: cocks are always fun to play with it and, while it might not make the most fulfilling fuck were he and I ever to find ourselves in that position, there were many other things the two of us could no doubt enjoy doing with it.

He sneered up at me while he wanked himself, again trying to elicit a reaction from me.  He paused to sniff at the cloying stink of his own excrement, and then grinned at me more broadly to show his pride at how strong and overpowering his odour was growing.

“From now on I’m gonna make sure I hold me dump in before I get me arse bummed!” he informed me.  “Make it stink somethin’ rotten!  Get the other bloke’s dick all brown and shitty!”

Again it seemed important to him to instil shock in me.

I said, “Thank you for that information.”

This time he just gawped up at me and I turned to watch the cock sliding in and out of his rear become progressively more layered with the thick sticky mess that was still exuding from his anus.  It was splattering all around the suited guy’s pubes and sticking in moist chunks to his huge bobbing nut-sack.  Even the lad’s arse was coated with it: it was filling up his arse crack and was smeared in a sloppy circle on his buttocks around the relentlessly pumping shaft.  When this was finished his bum would look like he’d had the mother of explosive diarrhoeas.

The older bloke turned to me and said with an eager smirk, “Jesus, mate, look at all his shit going everywhere!  All over my knackers and right across his arse!”

I grinned back at him and he went on, growing still more excited, “This is as rough as fuck!  It’s proper shit-stabbing!  I swear to God I’ve never fucked a bloke half as dirty as this!”

I was surprised at how much it was turning me on too: my hard-on was throbbing upright at the sheer squalidness of what I was witnessing.

He looked down at the growing ring of excrement encircling his cock and how thickly matted his pubic hair was with wet solid chunks.  His bollocks were now completely brown and were making an obscene-looking smudge every time they slammed into the back of the lad’s thighs.

“This is what it must be like when blokes do it in prison!” he panted.  “This is how it looks when they’re shagging each other in their cells!”

I wasn’t sure why he thought that, but the picture in his head cranked his tempo up a notch.

I wondered if he was right and this was indeed what prison sex looked like; spontaneity and a lack of lube encrusting every liaison in a brown-coloured hue.  No wonder the men so often chose to do it in the showers.

“This is how it stinks!” he went on, struggling for breath.  “This is how it reeks when all the blokes go at each other’s arses… the whole fucking prison…. stinking of all the fucking butt sex going on!”

He started thrusting even more powerfully into the builder’s slurping arsehole, grunting and gasping while sniffing hungrily at the disgusting pong from the mess that was spreading outwards from his exertions.

“Lick my arse!” he panted with an urgency that suggested his orgasm was drawing close.  “Lick my arse while I… while I… sodomise this boy’s dirty shitty hole!”

The relish with which he said he was sodomising the lad suggested that there was more to this for him than just a raunchy fuck in a seedy motorway toilet.  Maybe he hadn’t been aware of it until he’d started fucking the lad’s over-stocked backside, but this most vulgar and abhorrent form of buggery was clearly something that turned him on immensely.

Perhaps the gritty squalor of prison sex was something that had always fascinated him, or perhaps he liked his encounters with other males to be far more crude and sleazy than the more sensual lovemaking he must enjoy with his wife.

Whatever the reason, having another man’s effluent spattering all over his genitals while he so enthusiastically pounded his rear proved to be something that – perhaps unexpectedly – he found utterly compelling.

“Come on – lick my arse!” he insisted and I saw that beads of sweat were forming on his forehead.  I moved around behind him again pleased to be able to finish off the job I’d started earlier.

I knelt down behind him and noticed that his buttocks were also growing wet as they flexed back and forth to slam his hips against the builder’s bum.  His sweat was trickling down from his back, soaking his shirt as it did so, and coursing between his cheeks to make his butt hair glisten.

I leaned forwards and extended my tongue into his crack, enjoying how the new saltiness from his sweat mixed with the deeper and richer tastes lurking within.  He grunted more strenuously when he felt me lick his arsehole and I tasted again the pungent bite of the tunnel inside it.

However, compared to the all-consuming stink of the lad getting fucked, the guy’s taste back here now seemed woefully inadequate.  I wanted so much more than what he was offering me here: I wasn’t sure what, but I had to try to find out.

“Squat down a bit!” I commanded him.  “I want to get my tongue between your legs!”

He did as I’d ordered, crouching down a little so that I could see through his thighs.  His swollen balls were jiggling around between his legs as his shit-coated cock was hammering in and out from between the lad’s copiously-daubed buttocks.  The smell of their sex hit me like a blow: with my face so close to the relentless and thickly-smeared cock, this most crude and extreme version of anal sex stunk far, far stronger than any previous sexual encounter I’d had with other men.

To the rational part of my brain the stench was vilely repugnant, but to a different part – a much deeper part – it proved to be invigorating.  It was like an intense distillation of all the darkest, most secretive scents I’d come to savour since discovering intimacy with my own gender.  It was like the smell of male-on-male penetration cranked up to the max: many magnitudes stronger than any experiences of same-sex copulation that I’d had before.

I started wanking my foreskin roughly and quickly as I saw the builder was doing the same to his own.  It was almost comical how his cock was straining to achieve its full hardened size but was only managing to grow to a mere fraction of what the older man’s huge, pummelling organ was capable of.  The boy’s face had frozen into a permanent wince as if he was in pain while his finger and thumb thumped away at his tiny dick.  His own climax was nearing; the stink from his own cock-pounded shit only serving to propel him more quickly towards it.

I pushed my face between the guy’s legs and licked the hairy underside of his heaving bollocks.  He grunted his encouragement, his hips whacking faster and harder against the lad’s splayed buttocks, and I pushed further forwards, reaching my tongue outwards to taste what was covering his wobbling nutsack.

“Oh yeah!” I heard him gasp as I experienced a taste far stronger and more exciting than I ever had during rimming.  I could tell that what was on my tongue was as base and distasteful as I might have expected, but on a purely animal, sexual level it proved to be electrifying.  This was in no way comparable to the subtle and secretive scents I enjoyed during anal sex with my fellow men: it was the full-on consuming punch of a man’s basest stink at its most primal and intense.

“Lick my bollocks!” I heard him call out.  “Lick his fucking muck off them!”

I continued lapping at his full and heaving scrotum but I pushed my face further between his legs as my sights were now set a little higher up.  I was fascinated by his massive thickly-coated cock, slamming back and forth as it prepared to unload itself inside the lad’s shit-encrusted arse.

I reached my tongue up towards it and he sensed my intention.

“Aah yeah – that’s right!  Clean it!” he called down to me.  “Clean his shit off my cock!”

I pressed my tongue into the battering shaft of it and felt the glutinous material collect on its tip as it drove back and forth.  The taste was appalling but nevertheless the sensation of what I was doing made my own aching erection strain still harder in my rapidly beating hand.

I couldn’t believe that I was actually doing this – how utterly depraved I was behaving to be licking one guy’s crud off another’s frantically driving cock – but I was and… oh God!  It felt so exciting!

I reached my tongue further forwards towards the gaping arsehole, with the builder’s stinking mess still squeezing around the huge shaft of the cock.  Before I could lick it, though, I felt my climax kick in.

“Fucking lick it!  Eat it!” the bloke was grunting down to me as the hammering of his cock became a squalid brown blur.  Suddenly a massive outpouring of semen frothed out of the builder’s arse in a dirty beige lather, reminding me of a milky cappuccino that had abruptly overflowed.  The sound of his thrusting cock became wetter and more sloppy and the smell from it, splattering the lad’s spunk-moistened shit in an even wider diameter across his bum, intensified still further.

I pulled out from between his legs and struggled back to my feet behind him.

He was growling animalistically as he emptied his bollocks into the builder’s well-used arse, holding him firm with both hands as he rammed his cock home over and over in long deep lunges.  His semen was bubbling out of the lad in a dirty brown lather, trickling down the backs of his legs and getting caught in big frothy gobs on the suited guy’s pubes.

Only then did it occur to me that the condom must have torn.

I pressed my middle finger between his muscular buttocks as he discharged the last few squirts of his load into the dirty rectum.  Among the coarse sweaty hair of his crack, I found his spit-moistened hole spasming and puckering in time with his diminishing thrusts and worked the top of my finger into it.  He grunted appreciatively as his hot muscular ring squeezed tightly around my finger.

Being fingered gave his orgasm a second wind and he let out a series of carnal grunts as his cock fired off a further surge of his cream up into his companion’s over-filled bowels.  It frothed out from the boy’s arse crack with renewed vigour: a foaming lather of fresh man-seed, sullied and discoloured by thick brown gobs of semi-solid shit.

That seemed to propel the builder towards his own climax: the sloppy squelching sounds as well as the strengthening odour from his semen-loosened rectum driving his tiny kiddy-sized dick to start shooting a few derisory splashes of jizz across the rim of the toilet bowl.

A movement above me made me glance upwards and I saw that we were being observed over the cubicle partition from the next stall by a lad who must be standing on the toilet.  He was young – maybe nineteen or twenty – and was wearing thick-rimmed specs with his smooth wavy hair flawlessly gelled into a luxuriant quiff.  He looked like a fashionably nerdy student; probably just some lad intent on taking a dump whose curiosity had been diverted by the activities going on through the peep-holes I had used earlier.

His expression was one of revulsion: he seemed utterly appalled by the depravity going on below him.  And yet his shoulder was shuddering rapidly betraying that, however offended his face might appear, his hand and his hard-on were both enjoying the scatological show.

He glanced over at me – his eyes wide with horror – and I suddenly wondered if perhaps he was concerned that gay sex might always look like this.  Whether he’d been secretly fantasizing about getting together with another guy and was now fearful that the union of their bodies – something he might have imagined as being meaningful and beautiful – would end up with them wallowing together in a mess as crude as repulsive as what he was now seeing.

I smiled up at him in encouragement and muttered, “It’s not usually like this!”

He seemed not to understand and instead looked back down at the churning froth of dirty spunk spewing out from the builder’s arse as the cock’s rhythmic release finally began to abate.  In spite of how disgusted he looked at the vulgarity of what he was seeing, his shoulder was shaking faster and harder as he whacked himself off as quickly as he could.

He was like me: on one level appalled by the utter filth he was witnessing, while on another unable to stop himself becoming desperately aroused by it.

The suited guy’s big softening cock finally flopped out of the builder’s splayed slimy hole with the condom hanging in tatters from its shaft.  A thick gunge of shit mixed together with the older man’s seed poured down the backs of the builder’s thighs and the horrendous stench of it made us all wince and pull away like a slap across the face.

“Oh God!  The stink!” the lad peering over the partition said, looking back at me in outright disgust.

I smiled again: in spite of how roughly he was masturbating himself on his side of the partition, he seemed genuinely horrified that all of this might be typical of sex between men.  That the tender gay lovemaking he had perhaps romanticized about at night in his bed would in the event prove to be as obscene and explicit as this.

“It doesn’t normally smell like this,” I told him as he stared at me in revulsion with his hand pounding at his dick.  He was clearly hugely turned on by how wild and untamed anal sex between men could appear, but at the same time revolted that for him and his male lover, this might be the normal smell of their homosexual intimacy.

I didn’t want him to feel reluctant to explore his sexuality on the basis of what he was experiencing here.  I wanted him to know that this was something bizarre and extreme and that if he was curious about being gay or bi, the sex he would enjoy with other guys was likely to be just as beautiful as he imagined.

Of course I didn’t tell him any of that – not there like that – but instead I pulled my finger out of the suited guy’s arsehole and raised it to the lad’s shuddering face.

The finger was streaked with a light brown sludge; a mere fraction of what was caked around the huge softening cock from which the remains of the condom were being yanked.

“This is how dirty a dick normally gets after a butt-fuck,” I told him.  “And this is about as shitty as gay sex normally smells,” I added, extending my finger towards his nose.

He sniffed at it hungrily, enjoying the earthy pungent odour I knew to be more typically released during anal sex between men.  This was the smell that I so adored myself; the smell that had drawn me here and caused to me to squat down and apply my nose to the suited guy’s big brawny butt.

“That’s the smell of bum sex,” I confided, chuckling at how much he was loving inhaling the suited guy’s bum-stink on my finger and how powerfully his shoulder was now thumping against the partition.  “This is the smell you’ll get when you fuck some guy up his butt, or when you bend over to let another lad do it to you!”

His expression turned to one of flinching pain as his cock started squirting on the other side of the partition wall.  I was amused that it was the thought of bending to receive a cock that had been the trigger of his orgasm; perhaps the thought of working his dick up another lad’s arse didn’t seem so appealing now that he’d seen what had oozed out of the builder’s.

Once our observer’s climax had subsided and he’d clambered down from the toilet to wipe himself down, the problem in our cubicle became one of sanitation.  For my part, I’d escaped largely unsoiled – I only needed to wash my hands and buy a bottle of mouthwash from the shop out in the foyer – but both the suited guy and the builder found themselves in a much messier predicament.

“What the fuck am I going to tell my wife?” the suited guy muttered, looking down at how much wet brown slop had spattered onto his shirt and trousers.

“Yeah, my mum’s gonna go fuckin’ ape!” the builder added, seeing the state of his sodden underwear and how grim the back of his tracksuit bottoms looked.

I let myself out of their stall feeling like Arnie saying, “I’ll be back!” and went to wet a wodge of paper towels with warm soapy water.  I have no idea what the other men in the toilet thought I was doing, amassing such a sopping bundle of wet towels, but it would have seemed inconsiderate for me to have just left my two companions like that: doing their best to daub off the worst of the stinking mess with flimsy sheets of toilet paper from the dispenser in the cubicle.

I’m sure the suited guy must have still been a bit whiffy when he got back to his wife but no doubt he had an excuse at the ready.  And the young builder could surely have talked his out of the state his shorts and tracksuit bottoms were in to his mum: a backfiring portaloo at the building site, for example, or an unpleasant practical joke thought up by one of his mates.

On the drive home, I was unable to shake my thoughts from what I’d done in the cubicle.  I didn’t feel disgusted with myself – after all, my part in our threesome had, for all intents and purposes, been a rim-job which had taken a somewhat uncouth twist.  I couldn’t help being plagued by recurrent worries, however, about the sort of outcome such an interest might lead me towards.

I felt a bit like the voyeur student: fascinated by the barbarity of the sex I’d found myself wrapped up in, but at the same time unnerved by the implications of it.  Was the excitement I’d felt when I’d licked the man’s shit-covered cock just an aspect of my fascination with bloke’s butts and my fondness for sniffing and rimming them?  More importantly, did I want to pursue such excremental encounters any further?

I didn’t yet have any answers as I knew this would need a good deal of further thought.

My musings started that very night at bedtime when, with my hand firmly gripping my organ as it swelled upwards through my pyjama fly, I replayed the whole experience back in my head for what proved to be the first of many enjoyable occasions.  Each time I replayed the memory, I took my own part a little further, exploring different scenarios to see what effect they would have on my masturbatory pleasures and the rapidity of my climaxes.

Soon I did have some answers, even if they weren’t the ones I might have been hoping for, and I realised that what I’d done in the cubicle would likely be merely the first manifestation of a whole new side to my sexuality.

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        It had been on my mind all day since I found that coin. Doing laundry seemed to take forever at the Laundromat and I found myself blushing and leaning against the washing machines to hide my hard cock. I always wear gym shorts to do laundry and even with my jock on they hide nothing and you don’t need any imagination to see that I was very horny. Packing up my car and obsessed in my thoughts while trying to not hit myself in the churning balls with one of the many things in my arms I didn’t notice my friend John Boy walk up. John was three inches taller than my 5’11 height at 6’2 and we weighted the same at 210. We were both tennis and football players so we had great bodies from having to do two completely different work outs to be competitive at both sports in high school and now in college.

        Walking up to me he started to complain that I should have let him know I was gonna come do laundry and he woulda met me up here, but he suddenly stopped mid sentence and started to giggle. When I looked at his face I saw he was looking down. Fuck I yelled and tried to cover myself up which just made him laugh all out at this point; the sight of me juggling laundry and detergent and various other items while trying to hide my shame. I pushed him aside and got into my car. I could hear him saying it happens to all of us bro no worries I just thought you were A sexual or something; I never dated and wasn’t one to get naked like the other guys. I turned to say I’ll see you later man. Was his bulge bigger? Was his face flushed? I reversed out of my spot and in my mirror as I drove away I could have sworn I saw him readjusting his junk. I pondered this until I shook myself and realized I was smoking my third cigarette straight and over half way back to the Arcade. Cock hard and a good sized wet spot surrounding my cock head; thankfully these shorts were black.

        Pulling up to the building I reached into the center counsel and pulled out five crumpled dollar bills. I put on my shades as a frivolous attempt at discretion and pushed my hard cock to the right down my shorts leg and walked inside. The moment I entered I should have removed my shades as I could hardly see anything, but I was nervous. After all it was broad daylight and anyone could walk in and see me. There were around 10 vehicles outside including a nice Harley and another sweet diesel F250. Buying my tokens I rushed into the back and ran right into something. Something hard and warm. I backed up and said my apology, taking my shades off I realized that I had ran into a mountain of an African American man. Towering over me he didn’t even give me a second look as the scanned back over the room, I saw his eyes narrow on a thin kid about my age and he was sauntering after him. I dodged a bullet on that one. I didn’t wanna have to explain where I was or what I was doing when I got a black eye.

        Taking some deep breathes and putting my shades on my head above my hat I looked around. Nothing really, a bunch of booths with lights on. I strolled a bit to calm my nerves and I could hear moaning and groaning and slurping from various booths. As I rounded the last corner one of the booths was open and I could see a man in his late 50’s power sucking an average 6 inch cock with a thick vain. Right as I was about to walk off he pulled off and I got to see a torrent of cum flow out and cover his face. The man in the next booth was moaning rapidly as he tried to push his whole body through the gloryhole. My cock throbbed and ached seeing this and I walked away quickly before I blew my load in my pants.

        I slide into a vacant booth to compose myself. I slide some coins into my machine and found a nice movie and just eased back into my chair and teased and played with my cock through my shorts. I was moaning as my cock begged to be taken out of his confines. When the movie ended about 5 minutes later I got up and decided to stroll around. This arcade had 4 rows of booths all containing 4 booths and then on either side a large two or three man booth with peep holes on the outside. On an adjacent hallway there was a row of 6 or 7 two man booths all in a row but none of them had glory holes. I strolled up this hallway and could see guys fucking through several cracked doors. I could feel the precum coating my thigh when I left the hallway.

        I was ready and calm. I wanted to swallow a pent up load and then have my own flood gates open and be swallowed. To my dismay though there were no guys standing around cruising and all the booths with gloryholes seemed to be occupied and locked. The moans of passion, panting of exhaustion, whimpers of desperation, and pleads not to stop fueled my hunger and need. I took my place back in the booth I had previously vacated just 15 minutes before hand and deposited more coins.

        The porn playing from my screen drowned out the sounds from most of the other men and allowed me to relax. I took my cock out of the leg of my shorts and began to slowly stroke the shaft avoiding the sensitive head. I was so horny so desperate for another man that my cock looked bigger than its 7inches. I also didn’t notice the booth next to me open and then lock until I heard coins cascading into the machine. This guy was eager and ready, but I was to, so I dropped the rest of my coins in the machine and waited. Moments later a beautiful cut thick cock came through the hole. Just as long as mine, but where mine had an arrow head and slightly thick this cock was average thickness but a big mushroom head spewing precum and already a nice excited red color.

        I reached out and wrapped my hand around it, feeling its warmth and every throb. Hips pumped the cock in and out of my hand until I swiftly replaced it with my mouth causing the man who I guessed was around my age to moan loudly. I slowly slide his cock to the back of my mouth and then swallowed squeezing his big cock head in my throat. I repeated this two more times each time eliciting them same throb and groan response. Pulling completely off I took the head and swirled it gently with my tongue, dipping my head down and then using extra suction coming back up. I was sweating gently as was he and the smell of man with his body wash that was faintly familiar urged me on. His hips were pumping now and I could feel his orgasm approaching.

        I had been stroking my own wanted cock the entire time and didn’t know how much longer I could hold out; contemplating blowing my load on the floor right when he blew his which would be any minute now. Just as I thought I’d get a mouth full of cum he abruptly pulled back, dropped to his knees and opened his mouth to the hole. Fuck yes as a huge smile played across my face, and this guys was handsome to boot from what I could see through the hole. My cock slide smoothly to the back of his throat and it felt good but not great; I spoke to soon. He closed his mouth and tightened every muscle in his mouth and throat. I moaned loudly begging him not to stop. He had in seconds brought me right to the edge. He agonizingly slowly went up and down my throbbing cock, feasting on my free cum, edging me to the point of oblivion. I found myself panting, dripping sweat, and begging him to make me cum. Hands gripping onto the flat wall, fist occasionally banging on it until I had given up hope of him getting me off and my balls ached severely.

        Sensing my submission he finally showed mercy. Taking my cock to the back of his throat hard and fast he ripped the cum out of me and I screamed loudly, unable to stop myself. I humped the wall and like the man I had watched tried to push my whole body through the hole. I felt like I was cumming for hours as my whole world swirled around me. Spent I collapsed against the back wall and his cock was back through the hole. The head was purple, he had been edging himself along with me but had denied himself release. This was risky a lot of guys lose interest once they cum. He was pumping his hips into the air, finally in an airy voice whispered please. The desperation was too much to hear, and he had just given me the best blowjob of my short life. Slowly swallowing his cock I used my hand and mouth in slow tight strokes. I could hear him moan with each upstroke until a sound that was more whines then moans and higher pitched then his other sounds of voice filled our booths and the biggest load I had ever swallowed flooded out.

        I was so unprepared, but I only felt one drop slid down the right side of my mouth by the end. At 8 I lost track of his throbs and spasms. He feel back into his chair and I got up off my knees to leave, but upon opening the door realized I moved to fast and got light headed giving the man in the adjacent booth enough time to open the door to his booth. I looked up to give a nod and there not even 12 inches from me was John Boy. Freshly worked bulge tucked in his jeans, flip fops and shirtless with it tucked into his back pocket; a dear in headlights didn’t look this frightened.

        Oh fuck was all I could say, but my cock started to harden all over again.  

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