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  • Caracalla

    The brawny, handsome Roman lay spread-eagled in his cell, his wrists and ankles secured to a wooden pallet. His muscular, hairy body was completely nude. His shaggy auburn hair curled into a thick beard and mustache, framing his rugged face. His burly physique was superbly developed, with a meaty chest and arms, a muscle-laddered midriff, and thighs like tree trunks.

    The captive looked toward the prison door as it swung open and a strapping colossus entered, holding a torch. The newcomer’s attractive features were crowned by a thick mane of blond hair. Bushy brows accentuated his dark blue eyes and straight nose. A luxuriant mustache framed the top and sides of his wide mouth. His strong chin and jaw sat atop a thick neck, which flared into imposingly broad shoulders. He was totally naked, except for a loincloth that was several sizes too small to conceal his donkey dick and balls or his rock-hard bubble-butt. His magnificently muscular build was in perfect proportion to his extraordinary height. A light dusting of blond hair covered him from shoulders to toes. Silently he placed the torch in a wall bracket, flooding the cell with a warm glow, then closed the door and bolted it.

    “Do you recognize me, Caracalla?” he asked seriously, looming over the prisoner.

    “Brutus – the Gaul who bested me in the wrestling arena!” Caracalla gasped.

    “That’s right. I’m surprised and somewhat flattered that you remember me.”

    “How could I forget you? When I first laid eyes on you in the arena, naked but for your wrestling thong, you looked so magnificent, your oiled muscles gleaming in the sun, that I thought you were a descendant of the gods. I felt no shame in losing the match to you. As I recall, I ordered that you be freed and made a citizen of Rome as a reward for your victory, with a regular income from the treasury.”

    “Yes, you did, and because of your unexpected generosity, I have offered up many prayers and sacrifices in your name, ‘Hercules Romanus’.”

    “I thank you for that, Brutus. What are you doing here?” Despite his shackles, Caracalla’s long, limp penis began to engorge and stiffen as his warm brown eyes lustfully perused the stocky athlete.

    “When I heard of your imprisonment, I bribed the appropriate authorities so that I would be the one who determines your ultimate fate. I fooled them into believing that I loathe and despise you. My orders from them are to dispose of you as I see fit, my lord,” Brutus replied, ogling the former emperor’s beefy, hirsute physique. “Shit, you’re even handsomer and sexier than I had remembered.”

    “You’re quite a hunk yourself, Brutus,” Caracalla responded, smiling. “And please, forget the ‘my lord’ stuff. I’m not the emperor any longer.”

    “In my heart, you will always be my lord,” Brutus stated. He wrapped one massive paw around Caracalla’s eleven-inch long, wrist-thick prick, squeezing and hefting it in his palm as it swelled to gargantuan proportions. “I’ve never seen such a big cock on a man before,” Brutus asserted in a tone of wondering admiration. “I remember that when I landed on you in the arena for the final pin, our crotches ground together. I couldn’t believe the size of what you were rubbing against my hard cock. Even through the layers of cloth, I could tell how extraordinarily well-endowed you were. You’re hung like a fucking stallion – even bigger than me! Look.”

    With one hand, Brutus tore off his loincloth, dropping it to the earthen floor. His ten-inch toker jutted out from his crotch, bobbing heavily above his loose-hanging ball-sac, a string of pre-cum dangling from the piss-slit.

    “Do you remember how I thrashed and moaned under you during that final pin?” Caracalla asked. “I got so aroused, feeling you lying on top of me in all your muscular glory, that I had an orgasm inside my wrestling thong.”

    Releasing Caracalla’s throbbing schlong, Brutus crouched beside the platform and nuzzled Caracalla’s left armpit, relishing the heady aroma of the man’s sweat. Avidly licking the hairy flesh, he savored its ripe flavor. Slowly he traversed Caracalla’s broad chest, nibbling and suckling the rubbery nipples as they contracted to become hard, sensitive nubs.

    “Damn it, Brutus,” Caracalla whimpered, writhing in exquisite agony. “I’m going to come if you keep that up.” Brutus rose to his feet, his eyes ablaze with unbridled passion.

    “I’m going to free your hands,” Brutus said huskily. “I want to fulfill a fantasy that I’ve played out in my mind ever since that day in the arena.” He untied Caracalla’s wrists, and the appreciative muscleman stretched his arms luxuriously to restore the circulation to them.

    “Sit on my face, Brutus,” the former emperor begged. “I want to eat your ass.” The horny wrestler accommodatingly straddled Caracalla’s neck, burying the prisoner’s nose and mouth between his muscular buttocks.

    Caracalla inhaled the intoxicating odor of Brutus’ sweaty asshole and lapped along the hairy crease to find the entrance to the Gaul’s rectum. His flexed tongue drilled through the elastic pucker, while his lips sucked at the portal. His beard and mustache became drenched with his spit. He reached up to fondle Brutus’ testicles with one hand, kneading and squeezing the Gaul’s plum-sized balls. Brutus quivered with lust as Caracalla’s other hand stroked his throbbing love-pole and massaged the drooling cock-head.

    “Your mouth feels so damn great chewing my butt!” Brutus groaned. “Tongue-fuck me good, Caracalla. Loosen up my ass to receive your titanic boner!” He bent forward to take as much as he could of the prisoner’s enormous missile in his mouth as it drooled pre-cum.

    For a while, the only sounds in the cell were the slurps and moans of the two horny musclemen. Eventually, Brutus could take no more. He stood up and climbed off Caracalla’s face. Despite the cell’s dankness, both men were sweating profusely, aflame with lustful desire for one another.

    Kneeling astride his comrade’s burly waist, facing him, the Gaul reached back and positioned Caracalla’s pulsating piston so that the tip of the drooling crown was pressed against the gaping gateway to the wrestler’s well-primed shit-chute.

    “Ever since I dropped on top of you in the arena and felt your hard cock rubbing against mine, I’ve fantasized about this moment,” Brutus confessed, wincing slightly as his sphincter stretched and clamped tightly around the flanged base of Caracalla’s fist-sized cock-head. The former emperor cupped his hands behind his head, so he could better watch his colossal club gradually disappear up Brutus’ shit-chute.

    “Why didn’t you say something, and let me know how you felt?” Caracalla asked.

    “You were the emperor (unh!), my Caesar (mmph!),” Brutus grunted, grinning lewdly as he slowly skewered himself on Caracalla’s column. “I feared (ooh!) you would take offense (unh!) and have me executed.” He chuckled. “Believe me, if I’d known you felt the same way about men (aah!), about me (mmm!), I would have told you!”

    “Shit, Brutus, your ass feels like a goose-down sheath around my dick!” Caracalla gasped. “Take me, buddy. Go down on me all the way.” Reaching up to the Gaul’s heaving chest, he grasped his big, hard nipples, pinching and twisting them savagely with his thick fingers. Brutus roared with delight and impaled himself fully on Caracalla’s turgid spike. A surge of agonizing pleasure wracked his sweating bulk. Caracalla beamed as the wrestler’s spread buttocks slapped down on his thighs.

    “Your lodge-pole feels so fucking fantastic up my ass,” Brutus panted. “Damn it, buddy, you’ve ruined me for any other men.” Deliberately he bobbed up and down, screwing himself on his comrade’s titanic love-pole, while his own massive, drooling man-meat smacked against Caracalla’s hairy upper body, streaking it with pre-cum.

    Caracalla tensed his body, attempting to delay the impending climax building up in his loins. “It’s been a long time since I came, Brutus. I won’t be able to hold off much longer,” he warned. “Shoot your load on me, all over my chest.” He wrapped a fist around Brutus’ pulsating torpedo and urgently masturbated it, spreading its leaking juices all over the throbbing crank. His other hand closed firmly around the wrestler’s dangling balls and squeezed them in a vise-like grip.

    “Aww, Caracalla,” Brutus wailed. “Here I cum – arrggghhhh!” His massive bulk shuddered uncontrollably as bolts of viscous semen arced from his piss-slit to splatter in streaks and puddles over Caracalla’s hirsute torso and face. Awash in his ecstatic release, he reflexively flexed his sphincter around the ex-emperor’s tortured truncheon.

    Caracalla stifled a roar of passion as the added pressure toppled him over the brink into a vortex of mind-numbing bliss. He bucked wildly, and potent sperm gushed from his spasming hose to drench the walls of its casing in a soothing glaze of lubrication.

    The two horny studs’ wracked physiques thrashed and quivered as they shot their wads. Eventually their fierce orgasms waned, and Brutus collapsed on top of Caracalla’s exhausted body, the pools of his spent load plastering together their heaving torsos. They lay panting, still connected, cock to ass, to recuperate from their sexual workout, while Brutus lazily licked up his spent seed from Caracalla’s face and neck.

    “Caracalla,” Brutus murmured, finally breaking the silence, “if I can get you out of here alive, would you be willing to come live with me as my lover?”

    “With all my heart, Brutus,” Caracalla assented fervently. “No one before you has ever been able to accommodate my boner all the way. Even after my wildest private orgies, I’ve never felt so sexually fulfilled and spent as you’ve made me. I have felt, since that day in the arena, that our lives are inextricably joined together. I love you, Brutus. I want to be with you, wherever you are, forever. And the next time we couple, I want to feel you inside me.” The two muscle-men kissed lovingly.

    Suddenly Brutus sat up, uncoupled from Caracalla, and urgently dismounted. Squatting in a corner of the cell, he noisily farted, spewing most of his new lover’s copious seed onto the stone floor. “Ahhhhh, that’s even more pleasurable than an enema,” he joked as he got up, using his discarded loincloth to wipe his ass clean, then tossing the soiled garment to a dark corner of the cell. Meanwhile, Caracalla untied his ankles and shakily got to his feet, free at last.

    “Listen,” the Gaul whispered intensely. “If we can escape to the harbor without being seen, I have a ship that will take us to Tarentum. I have a villa in the mountains near there, and it’s far enough from Rome that no one will know who you really are. We’ll be safe there.”

    “As I recall, there’s an old tunnel under this cell that runs straight to the harbor,” Caracalla mused, moving to the back wall and running his hands over it. “The early kings of Rome built it in case of emergencies, but it’s been forgotten, unused, for ages. The latch should be somewhere – ah, here it is!” He pushed on a stone in the wall, and a slab of the floor dropped away, revealing a flight of crude steps.

    Brutus grabbed the torch from the wall bracket, and the two burly strongmen descended into the tunnel. The floor swung back into place, wiping out all trace of their exit. Hand in hand, the two naked lovers sped down the passageway, safely on their way to a new life together.


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  • A Fire Spotter Christmas

    What Paul needed was to get right back on the wagon, Terrence had said. “You can only be in mourning so long,” Perry chimed in. “Mingle, mingle, mingle,” Terrence added. “That’s how you shoo the blues away.”

    Paul’s friends had managed to lure him out to an ocean-side café in Santa Barbara, the first time he’d been out in public since the funeral. He hadn’t been with Adrian that day on the freeway. He knew if he’d been in the car with him, he wouldn’t have let Adrian use the cell phone. And then there would have been no fatal accident. So, it was all his fault. Well, mostly. Adrian was the one who hadn’t been able cure himself of that bad habit.

    “And he’s got a basketball court of his own, and everything. And it would be ever so nice to see the inside of that big house of his. We bid on decorating it, but it went to the bitch Consuela.”

    “What in the fuck are you talking about, Terrence?” Paul asked, taking his gaze away from the activity on the waterfront and looking back at his friend. Well, Perry’s special friend. Perry was an old friend of Paul’s. Terrence was someone Paul hoped to god would disappear from Perry’s life soon.

    “Ted. Ted Holt. Haven’t you heard anything we’ve being saying?”

    “Ted Holt? The ‘car king of the California coast’?” Paul was just mimicking one of the TV commercials that he never seemed to be able to escape. GM, Cadillac, Buick. Even BMW and Mercedes.

    “Yes, that Ted Holt. Isn’t he a dreamboat?”

    Paul didn’t answer. The Ted Holt of the commercials-if, indeed, that was the real Ted Holt, which Paul rather doubted-was, yes, quite a man. He wouldn’t have picked the word “dreamboat,” though. Had anyone but Terrence used the word “dreamboat” since the 80s, Paul wondered. Rugged, yes. A hunk, yes, certainly. A “dreamboat” sounded much too prissy to Paul to assign to the man playing Ted Holt in those commercials. He had to admit that the reason he remembered seeing the commercial so much was that whenever he heard it come on, he’d run to the TV set just to see the Ted Holt character.

    “Ted Holt. He wants to meet you,” Terrence persisted. “He’s invited us to his house for an afternoon if we’ll bring you.”

    And then when Paul continued to look dumbfounded, Terrence said. “You tell him, Perry.” In an aside to Perry, not sufficiently out of Paul’s hearing, he muttered, “I want to see that house, Perry. Get him to go.”

    “That’s it in a nutshell, Paul,” Perry said. “We met Ted Holt in a bar a couple of nights ago and he said he remembered us from when we were in that bar with you and Adrian.”

    “He was aghast when we told him that Adrian had scattered himself all over the freeway.”

    Both Perry and Paul turned to Terrence and gave him the evil eye for that insensitive interjection. Terrence, of course, didn’t show any sign of knowing what perturbed them.

    “Please let me tell this, Terrence,” Perry said.

    Please let me drag you out to the ocean and feed you to the sharks, Paul was thinking.

    “Anyway,” Perry continued. “Holt said he remembered you and that he certainly would like to meet you. We did tell him that you had taken Adrian’s . . . passing very hard and that we’d try to lure you out of hiding if we could-for your own good. He then invited us three to come visit him at his new house Saturday afternoon.”

    “That was after I told him I knew all about his house and had almost gotten the decorating contract for that,” Terrence broke in. “Don’t forget to include that we’ve been invited to his house because I brought the house up.”

    “True enough,” Perry said. Then he turned to Paul and said, “I really am worried about you. You do need to return to the world. Not forget Adrian, of course, but not become a hermit either. You’re too young to just hang it up. We want to see the old Paul again. You used to be the life of the party.”

    “You met Holt at that bar we used to go to together?” Paul asked. “Are you saying that Ted Holt is gay?”

    “It appears so, but we certainly didn’t dwell on that, Paul. He didn’t come on to either of us or anything. He was just being a really nice guy-really concerned when we told him you were in mourning. We talked golf-he seems to be obsessed with that-and basketball. And that’s when he said he had a basketball court at the new house. And that he hadn’t tried it out yet. He sounded like he just was looking for guys to help him break in the court. What do you say?”

    “Oh, I don’t know, Perry. I’m not really ready to come out again-not now, and maybe not ever. What Adrian and I had . . . I just don’t think I’ll ever . . .”

    “He’s invited us to play some basketball and have lunch, Paul, not to an orgy. Not even to a wake. And Terrence and I’ll be there the whole time. You don’t have to jump in at the deep end; just start getting your toes wet again. What’a you say?”

    * * * *

    Paul had to admit that the house was great-a tall Tudor pile on a cliff overlooking the coastal highway with the surf raging below. The basketball court was on the other side of the house from the ocean.

    The Ted Holt of the house was the self same guy as the Ted Holt of the commercials. In real life, though, he was much more suave than the man of the TV pitch. His voice wasn’t loud and aggressive, and he didn’t once try to sell Paul a Corvette, although they spent some time talking ‘Vettes, which were a fetish of Paul’s. He also was more of a hunk than the commercial promised. He and Paul played skins against Perry’s and Terrence’s shirts, and, although he was maybe fifteen years older than Paul, Ted’s body had been sculpted and maintained better than Paul could ever have afforded. Of course Holt was rolling in money and Paul was a mere national park ranger-not even a full-fledged ranger. He was working in the district office in Santa Barbara now as a clerk-having been permitted to come down from the San Rafael Mountains when he’d moved in with Adrian. Most of the time before that, though, he had been a fire spotter up in the mountains, living in a lookout tower and spending his time trying to spot the start of forest fires.

    While they played basketball, Ted had rolled out a big plastic Budweiser cooler in the shape of a huge beer can. Inside was beer on ice-all the way down. It was a thirsty type of day. When Ted’s houseboy announced that lunch was ready, they all sluiced the sweat off their torsos, toweled off, and went in to a spread of crab claws-and more beer. By the time lunch was over, they’d gotten to the bottom of the Budweiser cooler, and the houseboy sang out that he would refill it and then go back to his quarters.

    “Just in time for the golf tournament on TV,” Ted said.

    “Golf tournament?” Paul asked. “In December?”

    “There’s a golf tournament going on somewhere in the world every minute of the day,” Ted said in a chipper voice. He was flipping channels on the remote with one hand and scratching the patch of hair in his barrel chest with the other. Paul couldn’t help but notice what really, really good condition the handsome man was in. There was that age difference. But Adrian had been ten years older than he was and yet hadn’t been in as good a condition as Ted was.

    Paul shook his head then, though. He was not ready for another relationship. He probably would never be ready for another relationship-especially with an older guy. He couldn’t bear having anyone else he cared for die on him. Now if Terrence wanted to die on him . . . he’d been a little pill the entire morning and lunch hour. He was just itching to go over the interior of Ted’s house inch by inch.

    Almost as if on cue, Terrence said. “The house. I’d love to see the rest of the house.”

    “Yeah, sure, go right ahead,” Ted answered-but not with his full mind. He was flipping channels. “Ah, there it is.”

    “You found a golf tournament on TV in early December?” Paul asked incredulously.

    “Yep. The Florida Winter Championships in Pompano Beach.”

    “Did I tell you that Ted was a golf nut?” Perry asked, amused. “He’ll watch anyone playing golf. If there is more than one golf channel, he’ll be signed up for them all.”

    “Let’s go upstairs first,” Terrence said. “I have a sudden urge to see the bedrooms.”

    Perry didn’t miss Terrence’s meaningful look. Ted didn’t seem to catch it, though. He was sinking into the center of an overstuffed sofa in front of the TV, with his eyes glued to the humongous flat screen hanging on the far wall. Paul missed the look too. He was feeling buzzed, not sure he even could climb the stairs, so he plopped down between Ted and the arm of the sofa.

    “Grab us another beer, will you, before you go upstairs?” Ted sang out to Perry and Terrence. His face was still focused on the screen. “You want another one too, Paul?”

    “Sure, why not?” Paul asked, not giving enough attention to the words “another one.” He was already buzzed almost to incapacitation. The last thing he needed under these circumstances was another beer.

    When the sound of the feet on the stairs was silenced, Ted turned and looked at Paul. He put the remote down on top of the coffee table and sat, patiently, watching Paul drink the beer.

    When Paul crushed the can-or tried unsuccessfully to-and just let it drop on the floor beside the sofa, Ted spoke to him softly, “Paul . . . I want you. Let me fuck you.”

    There’s no guarantee Paul even heard him. “Look, he missed the shot,” he said in a slurred voice, looking at the TV and very proud of himself that he had been able to bring his eyes into focus long enough to see that there was an enormous TV set on the wall, let alone that someone had missed the hole in the TV coverage.

    A hand on Paul’s belly. “This is what you need. I’ll be good to you. Please let me fuck you.”

    “Please” came back as the answer. Whether it was “Yes, please,” “No, please,” or just an echo of the one word Paul picked up from what Ted was whispering is up for conjecture.

    Ted reached over with the other hand, curled it around the back of Paul’s neck, leaned over into him, and brought their lips together. Paul opened his lips to Ted and let Ted control the kiss. Ted’s other hand worked its way up Paul’s thigh, underneath the loose basketball shorts, and found and encased Paul’s cock. Paul swiveled until he could lay back across the cushions with his back on the arm of sofa. Ted followed him down, and his lips went down to Paul’s nipples.

    Paul moaned, “Adrian, Adrian, Adrian.”

    The hand had left Paul’s hardening cock and took one of Paul’s hands and moved it below the waistband of Ted’s athletic shorts and down to his already-hard cock.

    “Let me give you this. You need this. I can be really good to you.”

    Paul moaned in answer.

    Paul’s belly was bent over the arm of the sofa, and Ted was covering him close from behind, holding Paul’s wrists with his fists, and stroking Paul’s channel deep with his sheathed cock when Paul came out of his drunken stupor enough to have any idea where he was and what was happening and who was fucking him.

    “Oh, shit, no!” he cried out. “I can’t.” He struggled up from underneath Ted, who just sat back in the center of the sofa and looked at him with surprise and disappointment as Paul swept up his shorts and briefs from the carpet and ran for the door. Ted hadn’t bothered to take Paul’s athletic shoes off him.

    Paul had no idea how Perry and Terrence made it home that day. He had driven his Jeep, and he had taken off alone. He didn’t even have any idea how he made it home that day as buzzed as he was. Within a week he was, by his own request, headed back up in the San Rafael Mountains to hide himself away in a fire spotter’s tower. The park authority had been delighted he had volunteered for duty up there over the Christmas and New Year’s holidays, when it was almost impossible to staff up the isolated forest posts. No one asked him why he had volunteered. They didn’t want to hear again how much he missed his boyfriend.

    He left without speaking to either Perry or Terrence again. He didn’t have much doubt what they’d gone upstairs in Ted’s house to do and left him alone with Ted, buzzed-after Perry had said they would be there with him, that they wouldn’t leave him alone with Ted. He even half suspected everything had been arranged between the three of them. Holt had more money than he knew what to do with. Terrence could be bought easily, even if Perry couldn’t. He knew that if he asked Perry, he’d get the answer that, no matter whether or not it had been planned, it was what Paul needed. But Paul couldn’t stop thinking that Holt probably lured a young guy to his house a couple of times a week, fucked him, and then cut him loose.

    And of course he didn’t contact Ted either. Paul was more embarrassed about what had happened with Ted Holt than angry. Holt was a sexy guy, and obviously a player. He certainly was more into the game than Paul was. Paul was the one who drank the beer and lost control. For all Paul knew Holt had made it clear that he was inviting the three of him because he wanted to fuck Paul and mistakenly thought that this had been conveyed to Paul before he agreed to come.

    It had taken him a while to come out of the buzz. He had felt the cock working inside him for several minutes before he had fought to escape it. And he was angry. Not necessarily at Ted; he had some slight remembrance that Ted had asked for permission to fuck him. He was angry at himself-and was feeling disloyal. This, because as he was coming out of his stupor and realized he was being fucked, he remembered imagining that it was Adrian-and then thinking that it couldn’t be, because he was getting a much better fuck than Adrian had ever given him.

    He . . . just . . . couldn’t give in to Perry’s argument that this was what he needed. It was disloyal to the memory of Adrian. And somehow it was worse that he hadn’t been able to make it even to Christmas before he betrayed Adrian.

    * * * *

    A week before Christmas Paul had been on top of his tower in the San Rafael mountains for four days, completely alone. He’d had time to think, and each time he started to think about Ted Holt and what had happened in his house, he blotted it out and tried to think about something else. Being alone was what he knew he wanted, what he needed. He spent a lot of time out on the balcony that ran completely around the small, but adequately outfitted crow’s nest he lived in 24/7, and scanning his binoculars over the ridge tops, watching for signs of smoke. Not many came up here over the Christmas season, although the weather was still good for camping, other than the surprise snow storm now and again. But those who did come up here in December tended to be less careful than the summer campers.

    His digs at the top of the tower consisted essentially of one room with a small bathroom in a corner, the rest of the walls all windows looking out on the mountains and, beyond them, to the west, a glimmer of the ocean. But there was a kitchenette; a table and four dining chairs; a small sofa and overstuffed arm chair; two twin-sized beds, each against a wall, a braided rug in the center of the room; and a desk. No TV, but he did have electricity and a CD player-and, best of all, he had an Internet connection. He hadn’t used that much yet, though. He wasn’t in the mood to be connected with the world. He’d intended to do some writing while he was up here-but he hadn’t done any of that yet either.

    So, his days were spent mainly walking the balconies, scanning the ridge tops more than half of his waking moments, trying to read a couple of novels that weren’t helping-he saw the mistake of bringing gay novels up here almost immediately-and trying not to think about what he knew he really should be examining in his mind.

    The afternoon of the fifth day he saw smoke-up to the northwest, toward the Sierra Madres, but clearly within his own span of responsibility. He was instantly excited by the prospect of activity, not giving a second thought to his professed desire to be alone, and raced down the tower, jumped in the Jeep, and headed down his mountain toward where he had seen the smoke.

    It was a fire, but it was a campfire at an established camping site, and the fire was letting off a hell of a lot more smoke than seemed justified by the embers still smoldering. It wasn’t near any overhanging trees, and it was well surrounded with rocks, with no brush nearby. Not a danger. Paul felt a little disappointed.

    There was a tent nearby, though, and he saw the ripples in the nylon sides of the tents about the time he heard the unmistakable sounds of sex. Male sex. Men in deep fuck.

    The flap of the tent was full open and snapped back on the sides on either side. He could see a pair of big feet, the toes scrunching up, letting loose, scrunching up. He was drawn to the sound. As he drew closer and could see farther into the tent, he saw the calves that the big feet were attached to and the knees. And he could see the soles of smaller feet, on either side of the calves. And the butt cheeks of a young, well-muscled man. He could see the beefy hands of the man on his back grabbing the slim waist of the smaller man. And he could see the alternating root of a thick cock and a couple of inches of the base of it, as the smaller man, who was straddling the pelvis of the larger man, rose and fell on the impaling cock.

    This is exactly what I do not need to see, Paul thought, as he jerked away, went to the Jeep and took a bucket of sand from the back, walked back to the fire and smothered it with sand, and then got back in his Jeep and rode back up to his safe tower on the adjacent mountain top.

    Stumbling into the tower room, he went directly to his laptop. He’d check his e-mails, he thought. He hadn’t done that in a couple of days. It would wipe the vision of what he’d seen-and how it had aroused him-out of his mind. Fat chance of that his mind sassed back at him, as he switched on his e-mail account. There was a message that there was a large box addressed to him down at park headquarters in Santa Barbara that he could come down and pick up at his convenience.

    He’d go later in the afternoon, he decided. He was too fidgety now. He picked one of the gay novels up from beside the laptop, walked over to one of the twin beds, stripped off his trousers and briefs, laid down on the bed, and flipped open the novel to one of the dog-eared pages. Then he masturbated himself to drowsiness and a restless sleep.

    When he woke, he showered, and dressed again. Then he drove down the mountain to Santa Barbara. There were a couple of routes he could have taken down the fire trails, but, without a thought, he chose the one going by the encampment where the two guys had been fucking. He pulled up at the side of the road beyond eyesight of the encampment, took out his binoculars, and trained them on the site.

    The two were still fucking-or were fucking again. This time they had moved to outside the entrance to the tent. They were on some sort of mat. They both looked like college students-clean-cut, although the bigger one had a tattoo on a shoulder blade-and athletic. The smaller guy was dark headed. He might even have been Hispanic. The bigger guy was a Nordic blond. The smaller guy was on his back, with his legs spread and in the air, held out there by the bigger guy’s hands. He was scrabbling at the brush and small rocks nearby with his hands, his mouth was gaping open, and, now that he saw him, Paul realized he could also hear him-but barely-crying out how well and deep he was being taken.

    The bigger guy was kneeling between the smaller guy’s thighs and moving his buttocks back and forth, rapidly and rhythmically, ramming the smaller guy’s ass hard and deep.

    Paul let the binoculars drop in the seat beside him-after several minutes of watching-he shook his head to try to dislodge the vision of what he’d seen-not just looked at, but watched for several minutes-and told himself to get a grip on himself. He backed the Jeep up to take a route that didn’t go right past the campsite and drove on down into Santa Barbara.

    The box was rectangular, a foot and a half on each side, and four feet tall. When he asked the guys in the office what it was and who had dropped it off, they just shrugged their shoulders.

    “Brought by the post office is my guess,” said one. “I wasn’t on shift when it was delivered.”

    “It’s Christmas,” said the other. “You got a momma who loves you and feels sorry that you drew fire-spotter duty over the season?”

    As a matter of fact he did. And it would be just like her to send him something useless in a big package. He was thinking a kid’s inflatable swimming pool as he manhandled the box into the back of the Jeep. It was too small to be a Corvette. That’s what he really wanted for Christmas.

    Going back up the fire trails, he took the same route he’d taken down. He stopped far enough away from the encampment again that he could see the tent with the binoculars but that he couldn’t be seen. The tent was there, but no one else was anywhere in the encampment that he could see.

    “Shit,” he said out loud. Then he admonished himself silently for letting this get his interest-and being disappointed that he couldn’t watch two hunks fucking.

    The box wasn’t hiding something weird from his mother. It was an artificial Christmas tree, all decorated already, even with lights. And there was a long, heavy-duty extension cord provided.

    The card read, “I’m so sorry. I couldn’t help myself. Please forgive me. But please also think of me on Christmas.” It was signed “Ted H.”

    Paul smiled-then he scowled and told himself to shape up and get real. He put the box in the corner and tried to forget about it. But the room was too small and the box too big to forget about. It wasn’t more than an hour before he was taking it out of the box and measuring the distance he’d need for the extension cord-which was enough. He had everything he needed to attach the Christmas tree to the railing of the tower balcony facing the Sierra Madre Mountains, where he could see it from the bed he’d chosen to sleep in.

    Then, with a sigh, he started to zap his uninspiring dinner, already beyond sick of his own inability to heat up a TV dinner properly, and fought hard to pretend that being alone up here was exactly what he wanted, exactly what he needed. Exactly what he deserved.

    * * * *

    Each day for the next four days, Paul made an excuse-convinced he was fooling himself and that it was no big deal-to drive near the campsite where he’d seen the young men fucking. They never were there, though. The tent was still there, and that was enough to keep drawing Paul back to the site.

    It started snowing on the afternoon of Christmas Eve. Just lightly, and it only accumulated an inch or so by nightfall. But the snow prompted Paul to accept that it was Christmas. He’d been totally alone for four days now, and it wasn’t seeming as great an idea now to be totally by himself as it had been when he decided to come up here. He thought back to what Perry had said about him being a party boy. And he knew that was true. In years past he would be thrice fucked at the Christmas Eve party before Christmas morning had been chimed in. That’s how he’d met Adrian-last Christmas Eve. A year ago tonight.

    This Christmas Eve he was all alone-and without Adrian. Life changed so quickly. He turned on the lights of the small tree outside on the balcony railing and curled up on his bed and watched the tree. He didn’t even have any beer left. Of course, the last time he’d gotten soused in beer hadn’t worked out too well. Or hadn’t it?

    In addition to not wanting to be alone so much now, as Christmas loomed, it wasn’t working to not think about Ted Holt either. The more he tried not to think of that afternoon in Ted’s house when he’d gotten so drunk and let his guard down, the more he thought about it. And the more he thought about it, the more details about it surfaced. Ted was such a hunk. Substantial, and not just in wealth. He had a good, solid physique-and, yes, he meant the man had a fat cock as well-but none of the solidness of him was fat. All hard muscle. Distinguished sophistication, movie star good looks, those gray sideburns to his silky auburn hair. The way he had walked, upright and with assurance; the confident way he’d played basketball-being better than Paul but not hogging the ball. Showing that he was able to let Paul enjoy himself as much as the more capable Ted did. The flat stomach and even the trimmed bush-and, again, that oversized cock. Hard on that afternoon, hard, Ted had whispered, for him, Paul. Hard inside him.

    Ted whispering how perfect Paul’s body was and how good Ted wanted to be to it. Paul sighing and moaning in his arms-knowing now that despite his instinct to reject then-that he wanted Ted inside him. Long, hard, thick inside him. That he had known that it really wasn’t Adrian. How Paul had whimpered and held his breath as Ted took that first, long slide into him. Holding there, kissing Paul on the throat, whispering, “You’re so nice, so warm, so sweet.” And then the start of the slow pump.

    Paul snapped out of the reverie, jolted back to the present by the shock of someone pounding on his door-the door of his perch high atop a tower, in the middle of nowhere.

    “Hey, it’s cold and snowing out here. Have mercy on a couple of freezing guys.”

    Paul got to the door before it opened without his aid-but just barely. A big blond hulk spilled into the room, followed, close on his heels, by a wiry little Hispanic.

    “Hi, my name’s Mark. This here’s Jose. At least I call him Jose. Found him down at a bar in Santa Barbara and brought him camping with me. Has a hole to die for. God, it’s gotten cold out there. Freeze the tits off a witch, it would. Saw the Christmas tree from the bottom of the mountain. Too cold and lonely for us down there. Figure the Christmas tree meant you wanted company. Brought the beer. Got any chips?”

    The campers Paul had seen fucking down in the tent days previously were now bouncing around his room, suddenly making it much smaller than Paul had thought it to be. The Nordic-looking guy, Mark, was swinging two six packs of beer and just standing there and grinning at Paul. The small Hispanic was moving around the periphery of the room, touching this and that. Unbuttoning his parka. Unbuttoning his shirt. Unbuttoning the fly to his jeans.

    Not long afterward, a Christmas CD Mark had brought was blasting out on the player, a gay action movie he’d found on the Internet rolling on the laptop, a collection of empty and crushed beer cans scattered around on the braided rug, Paul was sitting in the overstuffed armchair, his head buzzing from the stark contrast between now and two hours previously in his mountain-top hideaway, and watching Mark and Jose fucking on one of the twin beds.

    Both were naked. Mark was sitting on the edge of the bed. Jose was sitting on his cock, facing Paul and giving Paul “this is the good life” looks with his dark, flashing eyes. Mark was holding the little Hispanic’s thighs wide and had Jose’s legs trapped outside of his. Jose was doing most of the riding, but every so often Mark was leaning back and raising both his and Jose’s legs and yodeling, “Ipsey, doddle, here comes Santa’s sleigh. And he has a gift for youuuu.”

    After a while of this, Mark put his chin on Jose’s shoulder and called out to Paul, “Jose tells me he wants you to fuck him too.”

    The look on Jose’s face told Paul that either he didn’t understand English all that well or that he, indeed, had made this request.

    “I don’t know . . . I don’t . . .”

    “You want it. I can tell. You’re hard for it.”

    And, indeed, to his own surprise, Paul’s cock had somehow been let out for air and was encased by one of Paul’s hands and was engorged. But how was he to say that he didn’t enjoy fucking another guy all that much-even though he had done it from time to time. And during Christmas Eve parties too. This, as a matter of fact, was very much like the Christmas Eve parties he’d been to in past years. But he didn’t really want to fuck Jose. What he wanted was Mark’s cock inside him. No, what he really wanted was Ted Holt’s cock inside him.

    “Come on over. I’ve warmed him up for you.”

    Jose was on his back on the bed, holding his own legs up and a spread. Paul was between his thighs, inside him, pumping slowly. Paul’s hands were working the little Hispanic’s torso and nipples, and Jose was moaning and groaning for him.

    Paul felt the hard breath on his neck, smelled the beer, heard the whisper at his ear. “And I want to fuck you.”

    In response Paul opened the stance of his legs and leaned over more into Jose’s torso-and Mark, close behind him, one hand on Paul’s waist and the other guiding his own cock, started to work his way inside Paul.

    They partied from Christmas Eve through Boxing Day, December 26th. On the morning of the 27th, Paul woke up to a deserted tower room, other than himself and three days’ worth of party devastation.

    The guys weren’t at the encampment when he went down the mountain. It wasn’t just that they weren’t in their tent-there was no tent anymore. They were gone, completely. And they weren’t there the next four days he checked either.

    It was even more lonely on his mountain top perch now than it had been before the party boys had invaded. That said, it was a lot different Christmas than he had anticipated it would be. And he wasn’t sorry about that.

    * * * *

    It was New Year’s Eve and Paul was still alone. The lighted tree was a comfort to him, but he’d take that down tomorrow. Then he’d go down into Santa Barbara to buy books he could read without thinking about what he really wanted to do.

    Being up here had certainly changed his perspectives and wants from when he was moping around mourning Adrian. But it had been an entirely different method of change than he’d ever imagined it could be.

    Once again the shock hit him and immobilized him for moment when he heard the knock on his door.

    “Hi, I hoped you wouldn’t want to be alone for New Year’s Eve.”

    It was Ted Holt, bundled up in a fur coat that only a man as distinguished looking as he was could pull off, holding a bottle of champagne in one hand and two champagne glasses in the other. He was all white teeth, hunky handsomeness, and a glowing smile.

    Ted knelt on Paul’s bed, his hands stretched out and holding Paul at the waist, while Paul’s buttocks rested on Ted’s thighs and Paul’s torso arched back away from Ted, his head flopped back and his arms dangling at his sides. Every fiber inside him concentrated on Ted’s moving cock deep inside him. Paul had already ejaculated, his cum dribbling down the sides of his cock and into Ted’s neatly trimmed bush.

    Paul was babbling the ecstasy of having Ted inside him and Ted was murmuring his pleasure at the sweetness of Paul that built to a crescendo of passion as his hips moved faster and faster and his cock thrust deeper and deep.

    “Oh, holy shit, I’m going to come.” And then he did and the two collapsed on the bed.

    Later, both on their sides, Paul was cuddled into Ted’s groin from whence Ted had just stopped flowing deep inside Paul’s channel again. They were facing the lit Christmas tree and the still-unopened bottle of Champagne on the table, and Ted was stroking Paul’s cock, pushing the last of Paul’s cum out of it and massaging the white semen into the head of it.

    Ted put his mouth next to Paul’s ear and, after rimming the ear with his tongue and making Paul moan, he whispered, “I have a confession to make.”

    “So do I,” Paul whispered back.

    “I sent those two young men to you,” Ted whispered. “I wanted you to have the best Christmas ever. I still believe you needed to be fucked out of the funk you were in.”

    “I figured that out,” Paul answered. “And I fucked with them without them getting me drunk. All of my beer went into that healthy-looking ficus tree over there. If you had been here, I wouldn’t have made you get me drunk before fucking me either. I’ve gotten the point you and Perry were trying to make.”

    “Is there any way I can make your New Year’s better than your Christmas?”

    “You already have.”

    “Would this belated Christmas present take it over the top?”

    Paul looked up to see Ted’s arm raised and a set of keys dangling from his fingers. The key chain was for a Corvette.

    “I want the man in my bed to be driving the best car on my lots.”


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  • a yearning

    Saturday was hectic, all the preparations for that night’s party, with a band set to play. The stage arrived around nine and was set up at the edge of the patio area so most of those standing would not be on the grass. They set up the bars and by three o’clock everything was in place and the guys took advantage of the down time to rest before the band arrived. Robby was in his room lying on his bunk when Cory came in all wound up about the night’s festivities.

    “I can’t wait till the party starts. It’s going to be the shit” he exclaimed as he fell on the lower bunk making the beds shake.

    “Yeah” Robby replied.

    “You got a white sheet for your toga right?”

    “I got it the other day when I went out with Ryan and Dale.”

    The party was a toga party, and Robby thought how silly in a way for them to be having one. Such a predictable thing for a frat house, but there was something about wearing just a sheet, your body partly exposed. There was something rather carnal about the whole affair. They saw each other in their boxers or briefs all the time, sometimes total naked, but this was different, the way the sheet was simply draped over the body, loose, concealing the body but with the knowledge it was so simple for it fall away.

    The guys were having pizza delivered for dinner and Robby went to the bathroom before going down. As he rounded the corner to go to the wall of urinals he saw Giovanni at the far end. Robby hesitated, the object of his desires being in the room with him, just the two of them. He moved to the urinal at the opposite end and glanced over seeing Giovanni looking at him.

    “You ready for tonight?” Giovanni asked.

    “Yeah…and you?”

    “Oh yeah; I got someone to get me a bottle of bourbon yesterday.”

    “Really?”

    “Yep. Come down to my room before the party starts if you want some” Giovanni said as he pulled back zipping his jeans.

    “I will” Robby replied and turned to face the wall knowing he struggled to suppress the grin on his face. ‘Yeah, I want some’ he thought.

    Dinner ate, boxes put out and the house was tidied up, ready for the party. Only certain people would be allowed inside with everyone else kept in the rear yard. Robby went to his room to change and found Cory standing naked holding the sheet he was about to put on.

    “You’re not wearing underwear?” Robby asked, not really surprised.

    “Hell no” Cory replied smiling mischievously, “…and you’re not either are you?”

    Robby had no intention of going without his boxers but suddenly the thought of going to Giovanni’s room and then maybe, hanging out with him during the party made him reconsider and he looked at Cory shrugging.

    “Maybe” he replied.

    Cory left after getting the sheet fixed over his shoulder and secured around the waist and Robby went to the bag lying on his desk to retrieve the sheet he had purchased a few days ago. He stripped down to his boxers and looked in the mirror, thinking about it, until he finally slipped them down his legs and stepped out of them. He put the sheet over one shoulder and worked to get it fit right around the waist. When he looked again in the mirror he saw he had it hanging on his body nicely, and even though he had fair skin the white of the sheet made his skin tone look good, and he absentmindedly ran his hand up the arm on the bare side feeling the softness of his skin, so smooth and bare.

    Giovanni was still in his boxers when Robby showed up at his door and Jason, his roommate, was dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt throwing things in a gym bag.

    “Where are you going?” Robby asked Jason.

    “Oh he isn’t up for the party. Said things would probably get carried away and a bunch of stupid antics would happen, so he’s off to his girlfriend’s place” Giovanni interjected as he went over to a small cooler on the floor.

    “Yep” Jason added as he looked at Robby in his toga shaking his head, smiling. “You guys be careful tonight” he said as he picked up his bag and left the room.

    Giovanni turned holding out a cup and Robby could smell the faint aroma of bourbon as he took it.

    “Here’s to a good time tonight” Giovanni said and Robby swore he saw him blush a little as he took a long drink from his cup, obviously not his first tonight. Robby dropped down in one of the two chairs and watched as Giovanni pulled out his sheet and laid it out. He watched Giovanni slide his boxers down letting them drop to the floor and Robby stared at his bare backside, the round ass cheeks, the long lean back with the slight indention along his spine and the way his shoulder blades moved beneath the dark skin. Robby stared at Giovanni’s skin, the way it looked so smooth, no sign of any kind of blemish, not even a mole, and he resisted with all his might the desire to reach out and touch him. When Giovanni turned as he put the sheet around his body concealing his cock, Robby looked away sipping at the strong drink. Giovanni sat opposite of Robby and Robby tried hard not to look between his legs, tried not to see what he knew was there, to see if it was visible or just teasingly out of sight. They talked about the all the arrangements that had been made, the band setting up outside and who they thought would party too hard tonight, laughing uneasily with each other, for there was a tension in the room, and Robby thought it was more than just him, this sudden shyness, and he tried to get comfortable, to relax and without thinking he slid down in the chair letting his legs part a little further and he heard Giovanni inhale sharply and saw where his eyes were looking. They were looking down between his legs and he realized the sheet had slipped up his thighs higher and Giovanni could see his cock, see how aroused he was getting sitting here with him. He swore he saw Giovanni about to move toward him, saw him begin to lean forward, his hand rising up when the door to the room burst open.

    “Come on guys; the band is going to begin any minute” Ryan said as he stuck his head in the door and waited for them to get up.

    Robby followed Giovanni and the others down the stair and to the rear yard where the band was doing the final sound checks. There was already a crowd of people and they knew it was going to get worse as the night wore on.

    At eleven o’clock it was so crowded on the patio a person could barely move and Robby found the band better than expected. Giovanni and he had gone inside every so often for more of the bourbon they stashed in the kitchen and the two of them were feeling it as they danced around, walked among the crowd of people and hung out with some of the other guys. By the time it was after midnight Giovanni and Robby found themselves standing to the edge of the crowd, near the back, listening to the band.

    “Hey Robby, I have to go piss” Giovanni said as he leaned close to Robby’s ear, “…stay right here okay?”

    “I’ll be here when you get back” Robby replied and he watched Giovanni slip through the crowd going toward the house. It seemed to take a long time for Giovanni to return, Robby thinking he got side tracked, found someone else to hang out with and he began to think he should go look for him or just go in and call it a night, but Giovanni finally showed up giving him a shy smile.

    The band began to play some of the old songs that always got the crowd going and the patio got even more pressed together. Robby found Giovanni standing in front of him and he noticed for the first time the toga was hanging looser on his shoulders. As best he could, he looked down and saw how the toga hung really loose, the side opening larger than before, so low he could see the side of Giovanni’s ass cheek. The crowd around them moved and swayed with the music and suddenly Robby realized Giovanni was backing up against him. He didn’t have room to back up and so he let Giovanni press against his body and he felt the softness of the sheet he used for a toga, realizing it wasn’t new but one old and worn soft with use and it felt good against his skin. Then he felt Giovanni, the bare shoulder and the back of an arm and the contact was warm, soft to the touch. It aroused him, this contact, made his cock start to get erect and Giovanni seemed to sense it, his arousal, and he pressed back harder. Giovanni was a little taller than Robby and his smooth neck partially covered by his long black hair was in his face and he leaned forward and let his nose brush through Giovanni’s hair capturing his aroma, the masculine scent underneath the cologne.

    Robby felt his heart race in his chest and it got worse when he felt Giovanni’s fingers touch him on the hips, lightly at first then firmer in their manipulations and Robby pushed his growing erection against Giovanni’s ass. And Giovanni pushed back once again. Robby eased his hands up and brought them to Giovanni’s waist, the right one having to slip between the looped fabric of the sheet but his left easily touching flesh with the whole left side exposed as it was. Giovanni didn’t flinch, didn’t move away or give any acknowledgement of Robby holding him. The crowd was so close, bodies pressing against bodies, that it felt safe, as if there was so much going on no one would notice Robby and Giovanni’s intimacy. Robby leaned forward again and let his nose and lips graze over Giovanni’s neck and Giovanni pressed his ass back firmly against his growing erection.

    Robby didn’t know whether to ask Giovanni to leave with him or to continue their cat and mouse game, this seduction within the mass of people and he let his left hand move forward, around Giovanni’s waist feeling the tight smooth skin and the way Giovanni was breathing, full deep breaths, his stomach moving in and out with each one and when Robby got to the front of his body he felt something brush the back of his hand and he slide his hand down, through the small patch of pubic hair and down to the base of Giovanni’s hard cock realizing it was arced upward, obscenely pressing against the front of his toga and Robby wrapped his fingers around it, felt the hard shaft slip through his fingers and he moved his hand up and down its length.

    Robby was so excited and nervous he looked around to make sure no one realized what they were doing and he saw a young woman to their left watching him manipulate Giovanni’s cock. She looked up and saw the shocked look on Robby’s face and smiled, knowingly, then leaned toward Robby.

    “When you guys leave can I go with you to watch?” she asked and Giovanni heard what she said and turned to her with a grin on his face.

    “Sorry, our public performance was the other night. It’s strictly private now” he said and she looked surprised for a moment, then she started laughing.

    Giovanni turned to Robby, placing his hand on Robby’s waist.

    “You want to go up to my room?” Giovanni asked, his tone so soft, nonchalant, Robby at first thought he misheard him, but the mixed notions swirling in his mind came to process what Giovanni asked and he nodded his head. Giovanni led the way and Robby followed as they went back through the crowd to a side door, the one that led to the emergency stair. It afforded them the ability to sneak up to the second floor without anyone seeing them.

    There was a desk lamp on when they entered and it’s dim light let them see what they were doing. Giovanni pulled Robby to the side of his bed, kissed him, hugging their bodies together. They ran their hands over the exposed parts of their bodies, the arms, a portion of their chests and backs and the back of their heads, fingers combing through each other’s hair. Giovanni pulled back and got Robby to follow him as he went down on his bed. Giovanni lay on his back as Robby moved on top of him. Their togas tangled around their bodies as they lay together, making out, with hands roaming over each other’s bodies. They pushed their erections against each other, with their hips pumping with primitive instinct. Robby worked Giovanni’s toga up till it was wrapped around his waist leaving his lower body exposed revealing his erection for Robby to grasp it, to manipulate it as he pressed his lips to Giovanni’s, then moved to the smooth skin of his face, and down his neck. Giovanni pushed up against him, his body undulating beneath Robby, aroused by their foreplay.

    Robby eased up on his knees, bent over in the confines of the bunk bed and slipped his toga over his head. He eased back down on Giovanni slipping his hands under him and hugged their bodies together. He felt Giovanni’s hands on his back, moving up and down, then down to his ass pulling their bodies tight together. Robby ground his hard cock against Giovanni’s feeling the two thick shafts squeezed between them. Robby used one hand to slip Giovanni’s toga off his shoulder and pulled it down till the toga was gathered loosely around Giovanni’s waist, the soft worn sheet rubbing their skin as they moved over each other.

    Giovanni spread his legs, slipped them around Robby’s waist turning his ass upward till he could feel Robby’s cock move over him, rub down below his balls along the little ridge of skin that led to his hole. He felt Robby’s cock press against it, pushing against its tightness.

    “Fuck me, Robby…put it in me” Giovanni whispered, his deep throaty voice low and seductive.

    Robby pumped his hips sliding his cock up and down the cleft of Giovanni’s ass, and each time the flared head of his cock rubbed over the tight entrance it made Giovanni moan and push up. It teased Giovanni, caused him to cling to Robby, as he undulated underneath. Robby felt the soft fabric of Giovanni’s toga rub his stomach, he felt the warm skin of Giovanni’s chest against his own and he felt Giovanni’s hard cock press into his stomach as he pumped his own along the upturned ass waiting to be breached.

    Giovanni reached between them, eager to be fucked and Robby rose up letting Giovanni take his cock, holding it firmly to the entrance of his hole.

    “Fuck me…goddamn it…put it in me” Giovanni begged and Robby pushed his hips downward till he felt his cock penetrate through the tight opening sinking into the warm recesses of Giovanni’s hole. Robby eased his cock into him, slowly, the squeeze of his cock arousing as it slid through the tight ring of Giovanni’s hole.

    Giovanni had been passive when the group had used him but now it was just Robby and he and he was animated, his body moving with Robby’s, pushing his ass upward taking Robby’s downward thrust, and he clung to Robby, almost scratching him across the back as he raked his fingers over it. Giovanni begged Robby to fuck him, nipped Robby’s ear after he rimmed it with his tongue and whispered to Robby to push his cock deeper, to fuck him faster, harder, and Robby began to pump his hips harder, pushing down hard, slapping his hips against Giovanni’s ass and rocking the bed, making it squeak.

    Robby rose up and held Giovanni’s hands down as he drove his hips harder, pumped with abandon, over and over and over, driving it inward till their bodies slapped together and both of them grunted and moaned with their exertions. Robby felt his muscles tense tight, felt every touch with greater sensitivity as he drove his cock deep into Giovanni and as he began to thrust in short jabbing motions he felt the cum surge through his cock and ejaculate into Giovanni. He pumped his hips, spewing his cum into Giovanni’s depths till he was spent and his cock was moving through its load and he kept up this fuck till his cum pumped back out. He fell down on Giovanni, their heaving bodies, pressed hotly against each other. Robby finally moved to Giovanni’s side, their bodies moving slickly over each other.

    Robby moved to his stomach and leaned over to Giovanni, kissing him gently, passionately.

    “Do me” Robby whispered; his voice urgent with his desire.

    Giovanni moved over the naked form, the fair skin almost luminous in the dim light of the room and he ran his hand down the curve of Robby’s back, the way it swayed inward slightly along his lower back and then curved upward, his ass cheeks round and firm. Giovanni ran his hands over Robby, spread his ass cheeks and let the fingers of one hand probe along the cleft. Robby rose up, let his cheeks spread slightly, encouraging Giovanni’s probing and he felt Giovanni rub over his hole with one finger pressed against it.

    Robby reached back and took each cheek and spread them apart, revealing himself to Giovanni, opened himself up, wanting to feel the penetration . Giovanni pushed his finger into Robby and worked him open, worked a second finger into him, then a third. Robby buried his face in the pillow, breathed deeply Giovanni’s scent that lingered on it as he felt Giovanni’s manipulations of his hole, the stretching it open, the fingering around its opening and probing into his depths.

    “Giovanni…please…” Robby said as he pushed his ass upward sinking Giovanni’s fingers deeper into his ass.

    Giovanni eased his fingers out of Robby and moved over him with the soft worn sheet that made his toga still wrapped around his waist. He shifted on top and down between Robby’s spread legs. He nestled his cock, so hard and leaking the head was slippery with its wetness, to Robby and he pushed gently downward. He watched as his cock, with its dark skin, sank into the fair white ass beneath him, slowly, Robby’s body quivering with the penetration. He pushed gently forward, sinking inch by inch till he rested against Robby’s ass, their bodies locked together. He moved down over Robby and began to fuck.

    Robby felt the stretch of his hole, felt the soft sheet brush over his ass and back and he felt Giovanni’s hips press against his ass upon full penetration and he clung to the sheet on Giovanni’s bed as he felt the last inches of Giovanni’s cock sink into his depths. He pushed upward, ground his ass on Giovanni’s cock and moved his head over to kiss the back of Giovanni’s hand, to feel a part of him against his lips, soft, warm, making a complete connection.

    Giovanni pulled upward, slowly, easing nearly all of his cock out of Robby, then he drove it back in, all the way, and he did this over and over, his hips moving faster and faster, finding that ancient rhythm, feeling the way Robby’s hole felt to his cock as he piston it in and out.

    Giovanni felt his desire for Robby rise up rapidly, this urgency to fuck, to feel his cock inside him and he drove his hips faster and faster, fucking Robby hard. His rhythm increased till he felt the heat of his exertions, the way his skin felt hot, wet, the trickle of sweat cascading down from his hair and down his chest, but he didn’t slow, instead he kept his pace fast, driving his cock into Robby making him moan loudly.

    Giovanni felt cum surge through his cock too quickly, felt it shoot out of his cock filling Robby’s hole and he pumped his hips till he was spent. He was too sensitive to keep fucking afterwards, the way Robby was able to do and he pulled gently out of Robby and eased over on his back. Robby rose up and kissed him, gently, a long slow kiss, as he moved one hand over Giovanni’s chest sliding smoothly over the warm slick skin.

    “Thanks” Robby said.

    Giovanni smiled up at Robby and hugged their bodies together. They lay there a long time, listening to the band outside continue to play until they both drifted off to sleep.

    They woke early and Robby slipped out of Giovanni’s room quietly, afraid to let the guys on the floor know what was going on. He eased the door shut and headed to his room. As he approached he heard his room door open, light spill out, then Jacob ease out, looking in the room saying something to Cory in a low voice. When Jacob turned to go to his room he saw Robby staring at him. It was an awkward moment, a brief moment of time when all was frozen in place. It was Jacob who sniggered first, broke the silence and he eased up to Robby quietly.

    “I assume you were with Giovanni last night?”


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  • Station

    STATION 9

    By Simon Traum

    And then it’s flipped, and Jacob’s plowing the big man’s ass on the other side of the altar, and good god, this was worth waiting for. His prong’s hard as auraed stone as he slides it slowly back and forth in the handsome guy’s pleasure-tunnel, making sparks inside both of them, making the man suck his breath through his teeth, his fingers a shiny blur around his thick, curved erection. His eyes might be playing tricks on him, but he thinks he can still see the guy’s beating heart, glowing on the inside of his chest. It swells when he pumps his hard dick in the hole, turns purple and engorged. Jacob licks the hairy trail up the man’s moist stomach, feeling – he can actually see it – incandescent energy pouring off their soaked, glowing bodies, pulsing out of what anchors them, their triple eyes, their tempered hearts, the tops of their heads…


    OUTSIDE:

    “Yeah, just like that,” Jacob tells his roommate, Hank. “Pull the breath down into the belly so you can feel the whole cycle.” They’re both naked, hanging out in Hank’s room.

    Hank’s about two years older than Jacob, about as muscular, but much shorter. He wears glasses, which add to his appeal, making him appear slightly less apelike. They’ve been fuck-buddies for some time, relieving each other’s tensions when there’s no one else handy.

    Jacob’s been attempting to show Hank some basic exercises, but this has been complicated by the intrusive fact that Hank’s lover, Chip, refuses to take Jacob’s cock out of his mouth.

    “Mmmm.” Chip’s eyes are closed in bliss, slobbering contentedly on the hard bone as he hums. Jacob, watching his erection vanish into Chip’s bearded maw, tries to keep his mind on the instruction. “Mmmmm.”

    “He missed you,” Hank says.

    “I can tell.”

    “Mmmmm.” Chip’s mohawked head bobs.

    “He gets this way after a work shift,” explains Hank.

    “Yeah, I know,” confirms Jacob. “You can’t even talk to him until he gets off.”

    Chip pulls his cute face back from Jacob’s crotch. His big blue eyes stare up at him. “So fuck me and you can talk to me afterwards.”

    Jacob scoops the diminutive guy up in his big arms, depositing him on his back on Hank’s bed and lining his hips up with his stiff prong. “You want me to fuck you, is that what I’m hearing you say?” He pokes his dickhead experimentally at Chip’s pucker.

    Chip grunts and then says, “Wait. Kiss him first,” indicating Hank. Jacob leans forward and the two muscle guys lock lips, enthusiastically swapping spit. “Fucking hot,” sighs Chip. “Okay, stick it in me and kiss him again.”

    Jacob can’t stop grinning. Chip’s much smaller and more compact than Hank, but he’s unquestionably the one in charge in the relationship. He’s also probably a genius, and he’s capable of getting laid at a funeral. Jacob pushes his big dick inside Chip’s rectum, savoring every inch. Then he and Hank start sucking face again as Jacob humps Hank’s boyfriend like the cherry on the cake.

    “Oh god,” Chip moans, “you guys look so fucking good like that, ah fuck…” Hank’s cock is swinging within range of his face so he grabs it, sticking it into his mouth. Hank starts to groan into Jacob’s tongue as he floods Chip’s mouth with his load. Chip swallows everything he can, although some leaks out the corner. He pushes Hank’s shaft down his inverted neck, wrapping an arm around Hank’s thick, furry thigh. Hank leans forward, supporting himself gasping on Jacob as his orgasm takes over. Chip’s cock is erupting itself as Hank shoots down his throat.

    “Mmmmm!”

    Chip’s climax causes his ass to clamp down just right on Jacob’s pumping horsedick. “Oh fuck, man, that’s perfect,” Jacob pants, putting some force into it, and in a few more thrusts he’s pushing sugar through his shaft and liquid fire out the crown. His eyes are closed, but Hank finds his mouth and their tongues wrestle good-naturedly, moaning softly. Jacob can feel Chip’s hands caressing his hips and thighs, and eventually he comes back to himself, opening his eyes to find the other two staring at him.

    “Since when did you start coming like that?” Chip asks him.

    Jacob’s puzzled. “Like what?”

    “Man, you’ve been off in your own world for a few minutes,” Hank says, watching him curiously. “We were starting to get worried.”

    Chip interrupts enthusiastically, “I could feel it when you came, like an energy load or something.” He rubs the surface of his stomach, a strange look on his face. “What is that?”

    Jacob considers. “It must be the Station. This is the first time I’ve been outside of it in weeks…” He’s just starting to get a vague indication of the volume of training he’s received without really knowing it.

    “The Station?” asks Hank.

    “That’s where I’ve been for the past two weeks. That’s why you haven’t seen me. They’ve been teaching me these… techniques, it’s like technology but you use your body.” He shrugs. “It’s really hard to explain. I’m not sure how to talk about it, but I want to bring you guys to the Station. You’d be perfect. They don’t normally allow visitors, but I’ve got permission to show you around, if you want. I just have to get you up to speed on these breathing exercises. They won’t let you in otherwise.”

    Hank rubs his big jaw, dubious. “Jacob, is this some kind of cult?”

    This possibility has never occurred to Jacob. It stops him dead. He scratches his head. “I don’t think so. I mean, you can leave if you want. You probably won’t want to. I think they’re more concerned about privacy, you know?”

    Chip’s gotten interested. “I think I’ve heard or read about something like this. Something about Gnostics…? Show me how you do the breathing again…”

    Jacob shows him once more, and Hank tries it out with him. Before long, all three of them are deep-breathing in unison.

    “What is this supposed to do again?” Hank needs reminding.

    “Let me put it this way,” says Jacob, “If you think you’ve been having intense sex up to now…”

    “So this is what you’ve been doing for the past two weeks?” Chip pipes in.

    “No, but you need to know how to do this to make the other stuff work. Trust me.”

    Chip glances over at Hank. “Yeah, it’s a cult. We should do it anyway.”

    Hank nods, taking a deep breath, tongue on the roof of his mouth.


    OPEN HOUSE:

    It’s a bright Saturday afternoon when Jacob brings Hank and Chip to the Station. After using his key-card, punching in the security codes and escorting his companions into the building, Jacob finds it deserted. He looks around, but no luck, everyone’s out at the moment. Nobody around but there’s a note, which informs him that an expedition left in search of extra groceries an hour ago.

    “Well, hell, I thought at least Dan would be here,” Jacob shrugs, a little embarrassed, “I didn’t know everyone would be out when I brought you.” He looks around him, at a loss. “Never seen it this quiet,” he mumbles. “Ah, let me show you around anyway.”

    As he gives Chip and Hank a tour of the grounds, Jacob tries to acquaint them with the routines. “Guys kind of come and go here,” he tells them. “Damon was around when I showed up, but he got a job so he’s moved out. But two other guys showed up this week.”

    Chip asks, “Nobody holds you all to a schedule?”

    “Not this side of an emergency,” Jacob answers. “They trust you to run yourself here, after Initiation. Well, before too.” Jacob scratches his head, considering. “You know, to be honest, you really don’t notice most of the training once you get the basic techniques memorized. It’s like learning a new language you speak with your body…” Jacob trails off, afraid he isn’t making any sense. When did he start taking all of this for granted?

    “Hot,” Chip mumbles, making Jacob feel much better. Hank glances curiously at Chip, who pats Hank’s stomach, grinning back at him. Chip’s getting horny again, which is starting his own engine.

    “Yeah, it’s kind of funny,” Jacob says. “I’m coming to the end of my two and a half weeks tonight, and I still haven’t been through Initiation yet. I think maybe they forgot. Hey, this is the shower room…”

    Chip grins big. “Everyone showers together?” he queries, eyes lit up.

    “Not much: we have showers between our rooms too. These are here for fun, I think. They tried to make the place a good environment for sexual training. Some of this stuff is like a movie set, but everything works. You should see what goes on in the workout room.”

    Chip nods. The Station is tastefully decorated, but he’s starting to evaluate every surface he sees as a plausible location for fucking. Whoever designed this place knew what they were doing. Both Chip and Hank notice a different quality to the light in here. Chip sees Hank reaching tentatively to touch the cold, dry tiles lining the wall.

    “What’s this?’ Hank asks Jacob, puzzled. The other two look over to where he’s got a palm on the wall, staring at it. They come closer. “See?” he asks.

    Chip doesn’t at first, but then he does. Hank’s hand on the wall has been swallowed by a mostly-transparent blue-green haze, like he’s submerged it in shallow water. “Oh yeah, that,” Jacob says, and walks over to the lights, turning them off. This should throw the three of them into complete darkness, but surprisingly doesn’t. Instead, they find themselves surrounded by the deep blue-green glow, the showers become a darkened aquarium filled with shining air.

    “What the fuck is this?” asks Chip.

    “Orgone,” Jacob replies. “It’s like a sexual energy, but it also keeps you healthy. You create it when you’re having sex, so there’s always some being made here. The whole Station is soaking in it.”

    Chip’s nodding again in the cool gloom. Some of this is ringing bells with him. Hank’s huge arms slide around him from behind, embracing him, and he feels the chub he’s been growing get thicker.

    “What do you think about all this?” Hank whispers in his ear. Chip can feel Hank’s boner pressing against his butt through his clothing.

    “Go with it,” Chip returns. The place feels weird, but he doesn’t feel threatened, just increasingly horny, which intrigues him. Jacob’s just disappeared for two weeks and then shown up again with sexual superpowers; Chip definitely wants to find out more about that. Hank’s big erection jerks once against Chip’s ass. Yeah, Chip thinks, he’s feeling it, too. He wiggles his butt back into Hank’s warm crotch, and the monkey man moans softly in his ear. Chip’s mind flashes to an fantasy image of himself pushed up against the tiles, getting his ass pounded. “Hot,” he mumbles again.

    The faint sound of voices drifts to them, bringing them out of the darkened chamber into the light of the hall. The sounds are coming from the kitchen area, so Jacob leads the other two in that direction, explaining, “See, the training’s not open to everyone. They’re looking for certain types, people who are already handling a sexual charge and are used to it. I’ve recommended you guys. The idea behind the open house is to bring you round to the Station and see how you interact with us. If you decide you’re interested in training, I can vouch for you.”

    At that point, he leads them into the kitchen and first contact with the residents. Both Chip and Hank stop dead in their tracks. They hadn’t realized; Jacob hadn’t told them about this. They look at each other, then back at the quartet of unspeakably hot guys currently populating the room.

    “It’s like a high-class porn movie,” breathes Hank, staring, awed at the display.

    “Fuck,” is all Chip can say, cute, bearded mouth hanging open.

    Jacob’s watching the pair of them, grinning ear to ear. This is priceless. “Yeah, I thought you’d dig it.”

    “Dig it?” Chip shoots back. “I want to eat it with a white plastic spoon…”

    Not wanting to prolong the torture, Jacob quickly introduces the other men. “Hank, Chip; this is Trent, Chump, Caleb and RJ.” Handshakes lead to open fondling, leads to kissing, groceries forgotten.

    Trent zeroes in on Jacob, hands magnetized to his body. “Missed you,” he husks into Jacob’s furry collar.

    Jacob’s big hands grab Trent’s asscheeks. Yeah, he thinks, there’s no doubt he’s falling for Trent. “I brought friends,” he tells him.

    “So I see.” Trent pecks him on the jaw. “They’re cute. But right now I got a deep itch, and you’re the one I want scratching it.” One of Trent’s hands travels up the back of Jacob’s thick neck and strokes his ear and jaw. “You think maybe I can get you to myself for a while, stud? My ass is fucking throbbing.”

    Jacob’s breathing has become heavier. His body swells with lust. “Oh fuck, yeah,” he rumbles, hard-on ready to go… Then he remembers his charges. He glances across the kitchen at the goings-on.

    Hank’s managed to get his stocky self wedged between RJ and Caleb’s larger bodies. He’s not wearing his glasses. He and RJ have locked mouths and Caleb’s pulled Hank’s shirt off, big hands pawing at Hank’s sculpted, somewhat simian torso. Twelve feet away, Chump and Chip appear to be attempting to suck each others’ faces off, licking and chewing at each other between kisses, grunting and moaning all the while. Hands on asses pressing madly, trying to push the other inside where it feels good. Chump pulls Chip’s rigid cock out, strokes it a few times. Chip’s blue eyes roll. Jacob sees the two of them, Hank and Chip, suddenly look over at each other across the room. Hank’s gaze is searching, questioning: Are you okay with this? Chip winks at him and gives him a thumbs-up as Chump puts his cock in his mouth. Hank waves feebly to him before Caleb moves in to kiss him, submerging him for the last time.

    Jacob decides everything looks under control. “Your room or mine,” he asks, squeezing and rubbing Trent’s crotch. Trent’s cock is granite-hard.

    “Mine’s closer,” Trent suggests, and they’re off.

    “Dinner’s in an hour,” RJ calls after them.


    INSIDE:

    It takes Hank and Chip a few hours to get their bearings again, not that they’re trying too hard as they suck and screw their separate ways back through the Station’s rooms and corridors. They never did finish Jacob’s tour before they were interrupted, and now neither of them knows his way around. The entire estate has become a barely-explored maze to them for the duration of their visit. They don’t mind; they’re being well taken care of. Mildly overdosed on affection, they drift pleasantly for an indeterminate time, being shown around and shown off.

    RJ and Caleb become beached with Hank for a while, marooned over a divan halfway down an otherwise abandoned hallway. RJ, impatient for once, strips Hank’s remaining clothes off, and pushes him down on his back. Hank’s huge hard-on sways in the air before Caleb sucks it down his throat. “Oh god…” Hank intones, voice echoing off the walls. Caleb keeps bobbing on Hank’s dick as RJ undresses, lubing his butt for the ride ahead.

    Hank’s had more than his share of blowjobs, but Caleb is one damn good cocksucker. Hank keeps forgetting where he is; it’s all he can do to hold onto Caleb’s hairy shoulders as the bigger man eats him alive. His eyes pop open in shock – he hadn’t known he’d closed them – when Caleb removes his warm, humming mouth from Hank’s straining hard-on. It doesn’t stay exposed long, though, before RJ’s sinking his yielding ass down over its gulping length.

    RJ hits bottom with his eyes closed, squatting, then lifts his hips, dragging himself back up Hank’s shaft. Gasping, Hank stares in adoration at the big, handsome man riding his cock. RJ’s dark eyes look right back at him and his hands spreads themselves over Hank’s muscular chest, supporting him as he pumps himself up and down.

    Caleb’s dropped his overalls. Stepping out of them naked and magnificent, he saunters closer to the two fuckers. Once he gets within range, Hank’s arm shoots out for Caleb’s hard, uncut dick, bringing it to his drooling mouth. He groans loudly around the leaking meat.

    RJ and Caleb kiss deeply as they use Hank’s body beneath them, a three-way pleasure battery.


    SLOW HEAT:

    “Okay,” Chump says to Chip, “it looks like you’ve got the breathing down. Keep your tongue pressed upward and try to feel the energy cycling forward through you.”

    Chip grunts, concentrating, lying on his back. Chump’s erection is buried up his butt; both of them are very still, simply breathing. “See if you can direct the flow so it comes in through your asshole, cycles through you, and comes out again from your cock.”

    “That’s not gonna be too hard with your dick inside me,” smiles Chip. His own big hard-on is lying across his furry stomach; Chump strokes a finger up it and Chip tenses adorably.

    “That’s the easy part,” Chump tells him, starting to move his cock very slowly inside Chip’s back passage.

    “Oooooohhhh…” moans Chip, temporarily blissed blind.

    Chump, who knows just what he’s doing, strokes his finger down Chip’s drooling shaft again, just once, teasing. Hips. Moving. Very. Slowly.

    “Oh god, what the fuck are you doing to me…?” Chip rasps hoarsely.

    “Keep breathing deep,” Chump advises him. “It’s about to get more intense. Try to direct the flow of energy-” he touches Chip between the eyebrows “-up here.”

    “Oh god. Oh fuck. Aaaaooohhh…”

    “Oh yeah, suck it up, you hot little fucker,” Chump grins down at his helpless victim, absolutely in love with him for the moment.

    Chip’s gasping like a fish out of water, which it could be supposed he is right now. He manages to get his breath back under enough control to ask, “Am I dying?”

    Chump shakes his head, smiling at him. “Nah. This is more like murder in reverse. You want to stop?”

    “Fuck no! I don’t think I can come though.”

    “You don’t need to for this,” Chump says before his own Serpent energy starts to rise, leaving him silent, deep breathing along with Chip. They both forget who they are for a while, remembering Something Else for a change.


    COMMENCEMENT:

    Jacob wakes in semi-darkness, fuzzy-headed and dizzy. The room is veiled in shadows, the only illumination coming from somewhere outside. His body seems unfamiliar, awkward as he tries to rise from the plush couch he’s been lying on. He can remember nothing that’s happened since dinner.

    Swaying on his feet, he squints about in the gloom. No one around, he’s completely alone. What happened to everyone? Hank? Chip? Trent?

    Something inside him shifts itself almost imperceptibly. He feels his body begin deep breathing. His tongue cleaves to the roof of his mouth, completing the circuit, and it’s like lightning hitting him: He knows what’s happening here.

    There’s a scraping, shuffling noise behind him, coming from the direction of the light, which dims somewhat at the same time. Jacob turns in its direction, and discovers RJ staring back at him.

    The big man is naked, beautiful. Broad shouldered, dark-haired, clear-eyed in the bright moonlight. His thick cock juts out and up from his crotch like a rhino’s horn, fully erect. He beckons, standing in the pool of moonlight beyond the open doors to the terrace. Was there something in that food?



    A TRUE INITIATION NEVER ENDS:

    It’s spreading through your brain right now. You can feel it, a pleasant tingle at the base of your skull, a tiny fire, crackling, glowing: the logos, awakened. Remember? The knowledge grows from single nodes, meeting as they mushroom out, filling all conceptual space around them.

    Mind and its contents are functionally identical. The universe is so constructed as to be able to see itself.

    Synapses fire in a fusillade, the necessary connections growing together, independent of conscious interference, jumping across gaps, building new bridges, passageways between memories… This is what a neural pathway feels like when it first forms. The seed has been planted.

    The Station is functioning, has been running smoothly for some time now. It has been given energy, imagination, resources, attention, direction. It has been Internal, but could become External at any time. What happens next?

    SYSTEMS ACTIVATE: The internal code has been retrieved, interfaced, potentialized. Matter is the Divine in its most condensed form.

    You’ve made it this far. Come on, just a little further to go. Can you feel it inside? Would you like to feel it somewhere else? Can you imagine it real?

    There are galaxies above, and there are galaxies within.

    Soft, precise technologies organize like music. Everything lights up. Energies flowing, spontaneously organizing. Making the leap into the beyond. Moving forward and up.

    FULL SYSTEMS ACTIVATION: The reintegration process has begun. It feels just like finding something you’ve needed and have been separated from for most of your life, like taking a breath for the first time.

    The body expands, inhaling, inspiring, pulling in Prana, swirling it through the entire organism.

    The seed has been planted. It is growing now. Be prepared.

    Thank you for your participation.


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  • My Secret Obsession

    Seeing a new gym opened close by. I decided to take a walk to see what they had to offer. it was a nice sunny day. Midafternoon in Johannesburg Alberton. You can see the building has just been renovated and the fresh paint on the walls as you walk into the gym. It is fairly busy for a newly opened place. Made my way to the front entrance of the building, sliding doors open as soon as you get close to the door, and an automated voice that greats you as you walk in. Before I walked to the reception, I looked around first.

    There he was standing. Like it was meant for me to feast my eyes on. In the corner of the room, stood this tall husky figure. Firm legs tight jeans, strong frame. Wearing a black vest, tanned of complexion, 5 o’clock shave, dark hair, hazel eyes and a gorgeous smile. That left me drooling at this marvel of a man. I found myself walking towards him, enthralled by the idea of having a conversation with him.

    “sorry do you work here?”

    “yes! I’m the maintenance technician, what can I do you for?” He looked at me from head to toe with a smirk.

    “could you be so kind and direct me to the restroom, slowly walked away hoping that I would have made that all important first impression…

    Heading back to the gym the following morning early. While trying to figure out a routine. The idea of him walking by seemed rather enticing. Hoping for that glimpse of his strong presence. I shook my head and got onto the treadmill. All I could think about is him standing in the corner, whilst listening to my music. I finished up and ready to leave. Making my way to the front door, Mr. Handyman stopped me dead in my tracks, and proceeded to have a chat.

    “Are you leaving already?”

    Rather mesmerizing by his voice, I managed to reply.

    “Hi! Yes I have to go to work. I take it you only coming in now?”

    “Yes! On a Monday I start at 8 am.”

    “nice to know, well I can’t stand and chat, I hope we can catch up again sometime, maybe over coffee?”

    With a wink and a smile. “Okay! Have a nice day.” My heart beat racing. It felt as if I could feel my heart sitting in my throat as the rush of excitement intensified, as I walked away and out the door.

    The next day instead of going through the front door, I walked around. A interesting image creeping into my mind, and I thought I should perhaps take a closer look. While looking through the window a deep voice startled me.

    “What are you doing?”

    “uhm! I was just curious!”

    He frowned at me, and raised his eyebrow and asked.

    “Do you want to get a better view inside?” With the door squeaking. ” would you like some coffee?”

    “I better get going!” My heart raising again.

    “come on, you are here already, have a cup of coffee and then you can leave?” “sure” While he makes the coffee we had a little uncomfortable conversation, not knowing what could happen next.

    My eyes glazed around. By the halve erect bulge pushing out of his jeans. I bit my lip and forced to contain myself. Mr. handyman standing with his arms crossed, looking at me. ” Do you want to see?” His hands unfolded, moves down to his jeans and started to unbutton it.

    I walk towards him. Placing my one hand on the back of his neck. I leaned in and kissed him. Seeing what his reaction was. He took both his hands and placed it on my ass, and pulled me closer to him. While making out. I feel Mr. handyman’s erect bulge pushing up against my erection rubbing it together simultaneously. His tongue moves gently in my mouth, the way he kisses, is something that I would have wanted it to be. Full of passion but with a little bit of roughness to it to. I slide my hand down his neck, chest, pinching his nipples, moved my hand down his rock hard abs, till I feel the outline of his jeans. Moving my hand slowly over his erection, to unzip his jeans and pulling it down just enough for his cock to pop out.

    As his cock popped out, I pushed his jeans down a little more. Now I can see his rock-hard cock, and his hanging balls in the back. Playing with his balls, rolling it in my hand. Making his dick jumped. When it jumped for the second time I leaned forward and slide it in my mouth. Started sucking him I play with his balls. His hands surrounded my head and followed my motion. His eyes closed and dropped is head backwards. I pulled my head away from his cock. With a firm hold stroking his head I leaned back in and rolled my tongue between his dickhead and foreskin. Him pushing my head deeper down his cock all I hear is a heavy breathing as he enjoys how I suck his cock. Uhhh! Soft moaning and groaning. I suck faster. While his cock is deep in my mouth, I try and decompose the air in my mouth, to make it more tighter and slide it deep down my throat.

    “uhhh!” “uhhh!” Mr. handyman still holding my head with both hands still, fucking my mouth faster and deeper. Pounding my throat hard, he stops after a few minutes he pushes his cock back in deeper, and holding it there, till he feels I started to gagging. Removing his hands and placing it on his hips. He continues to fuck my mouth. “uhhh” ” yes! Shit boy you know how to suck dick.” while him saying that, he closes my nose and pushes his dick deeper down, and keep it there.

    By the looks of things he likes gagging on his cock. I pulled my head away from his hard shaft, and stroking it. I make my way to those delicious hanging balls. Licking it at first, sucking on his one nut, and I opened my mouth and put both of them in my mouth and sucking on it, whilst I’m stroking his head. Louder moaning and groaning, deeper breaths in and out. Rolling his balls in my mouth gently sucking on them. I removed my hand from his shaft and feel his balls pulled tight. I removed my head from his balls and I continued to suck him off again. Moving up and down on his manhood, sucking it and moving deep to his base. Holding my head there, and me gagging. I felt the pipe in his shaft going hard and a warm sensation burst down my throat, while gagging. His whole body shivers. His cock jumps in my mouth, and let me chock on it.

    Pulling my head back and sucking the last bit of cum, not swallowing it. I leaned back and so that I can jerk myself off. I spat the cum that was in my mouth onto my hard cock, and jerked off with his cum. Mr. Handyman looked down to see what I was doing, and he just stared at me. Before I bust a nut, I stood up and stand next to him, he took his arm and put it around my neck. He leaned in and kissed me. “uhhh” “yes” “yes” I shoot my load on his legs. I rest my head on the fold of his shoulder, trying to catch my breath. The other hand took my chin and pulled my lips towards his, and kissed me. Smiling at me, with a comment. ” damn boy! You suck much better than my girlfriend.”

    To be continued……

  • Bay Cove

    Dedicated to Shy 🙂

    User: Penn Monroe [email protected]

    Recipient: Anise Monroe [email protected]

    Subject: An Update!

    ……………………….

    Hi Mom,

    I know it’s been long overdue, when was the last time we spoke? Three months ago? It doesn’t matter now, I just wanted to know how you were doing and if you were taking care of yourself. Tell me how life is over at New York? Still busy I guess.

    Mom I just wanted to fill you in on what’s going on in my life currently. I love it here, against the odds I really do! It peaceful , and oh so quiet. I visit gran and Theo often, you will be happy to hear that nothing’s changed with them, the verbal war still going strong but I love it, they spoil me too much. Especially Grandpa, he just bought me a Yamaha. It’s fantastic. I guess he grew tired of me constantly asking for rides but you never know with that old man! You should call them sometimes, they miss you.

    I also kinda wanted to tell you that I met someone. Bay cove of all places! Weird I know. His name is Stephan, he lives a bit out of town in the country side. It’s actually quite a funny story on how we met, but I’ll tell you that some other time. Oh mom he has the brownest eyes and such a kind soul, we have gone on a couple of dates so far and things are progressing…slowly. But I guess that’s for the best, I’m not quite sure I’m ready but when I’m with him it just feels right.

    He makes me forget all the shitty things that have happened, he makes me smile. In fact just yesterday we went over to this little gelato place (best sundaes EVER) and he somehow managed to smear some all over his shirt, can you imagine a grown man with strawberry ice cream all over his shirt? Hilarious!

    He is also very sweet and attentive, he is patient with me. Also very old school, like he will open the door for me and walk me to the front door, and give me pecks on my cheeks! I really like him! I know you would too, when you meet him of course.

    Well before I forget mom, I take the pills as often as I can. You know how much I hate taking them, the side effects are exhausting. But I still do, Dr Posen was right though. I needed a change of pace. Well we can only pray that things get better from here on out. One more thing mom, please stop trying to call me. I’m not ready to hear your voice just yet, I know it sucks to say that but I just can’t bear to hear your voice. This is the best I can do, I’m reaching out mom but one step at a time. I love you.

    Take care of yourself

    Sent from my Iphone.

    After incessant convincing from his grandparents Penn finally reached out to his mother. It’s not that he harboured ill feelings towards her it just he felt that she reminded him too much of his past, too much of his father. When he was ready, he would take the next step and reconcile with her but for now he wanted nothing more than to distance himself.

    Penn sat quietly in his home, thinking of Stephan of course. The last two weeks had been a dream, a sweet dream. Stephan it seemed was always on his mind, he would think of his handsome face, his big comforting hands and the warmth that emitted from him when they hugged.

    They were taking their time though, exploring these new found feelings. Ever since Penn confessed that he liked Stephan, and Stephan reciprocated they were constantly spending time together. Going on more romantic dates and getting to know each other better. A growing frustration was bugging Penn, he liked that they hugged often and sometimes when the mood was right they held hands but that was as far as personal contact went. He desperately wanted to taste his fine lips, but he didn’t want to seem just that; desperate.

    Maybe the perfect opportunity had not yet presented its self he thought. “Argh, but that’s bullshit. We have gone to so many romantic places. He could of kissed me when we went to the pier or whenever he walks me to my fucking front door damn it!” he thought aloud, his voice echoing in the empty house. “Relax Penn, you are over thinking things as usual” He then turned on the tv, hoping to catch something decent to watch. 30 minutes into the movie, Penn had already fallen asleep.

    Outside his house, in the obscure darkness Stephan was watching the youth. He had been for the last two weeks, an old habit that refused to die. He took in all of his delicate features, especially focusing on how his lips slightly parted when he was asleep. “An angel, if ever there was one on Earth” he poetically whispered to himself.

    He had always been drawn to broken souls, the mere concept made him feel a strong sense of being the one to fix everything, the one to turn to. It made him feel just a bit human. Stephan often thought back to when he read Penn’s mind and the thoughts had depressed him. He couldn’t fathom how someone so special felt like everything was failing around him. He wanted to convert that misery into happiness, it was slowly becoming his own personal mission.

    A conflict however formed in his mind, he wanted to be with Penn that much he was sure off but he also didn’t want to curse him. He knew he saved the pale boys and they were grateful but they all still in the back of their minds wished to be normal. “Would he even accept me for what I truly am?”

    Penn’s allure drew Stephan in like a moth to a flame, against his reasoning he crept into the household wanting to feel the heat and to smell him. He crept into the living room as silent as a jaguar and took a seat next to the warm body.

    “What do you do to me Penn?” he whispered the question to himself. His close inspection revealed the slight rise and fall of Penn’s chest, the silent breathing, a true sleeping beauty. Stephan drew out his hand ever so quietly and softly stroked Penn’s face, his powerful feelings for Penn overwhelmed his natural desire, it’s almost as if he couldn’t hear his heart pumping delicious waves of essence, almost. “Sleep well baby” and with that he quietly left Penn to his dreams.

    The next morning Penn woke, feeling haggard. The dream or rather the nightmare had returned last night to him. Its appearance was less frequent than before but it still impacted him. He remembered it so vividly because it was the same horrible scene playing over and over again that cursed him not only in his sleep but in his day to day thoughts.

    He didn’t feel safe falling asleep in fact he dreaded it, he was in constant fear of the dream reoccurring. The few weeks he had been in Bay cove had sort of repressed the dream and the thoughts because he was finally on the road to happiness but that seemingly wasn’t enough to completely dispel them. He was very pensive this morning, thinking especially of his father.

    The dream was a constant variable, everything was always in place, every motion happened perfectly and the reaction was always the same. He didn’t want to dwell on it too much because whenever he thought of Stephan’s face it always brought a sense of relief something to look forward to. Today he didn’t feel like running, he just wanted to stay home and relax. So he brewed himself some coffee to wash over the zombiness and instantaneously his phone began to ring; it was Stephan calling.

    “Good morning!”

    “Good morning! How are you and the boys?”

    “We are all fine, what’s wrong? You sound off”

    “Oh it’s nothing really, just feel a bit drained so today I’m gonna be lazy”

    “Sounds like fun, I wanted to ask you if you were able to join me for dinner tonight?”

    “I’d love to”

    “Great! I’m slightly busy today have a meeting with the mayor so it saddens me to not be able to spend the day with you” Stephan couldn’t see it but Penn’s cheeks flushed rose.

    “Is that why you’re inviting me for dinner? Can’t stay away huh?”

    “Something like that you cheeky bugger”

    ” Haha, what’s on the menu?”

    “Salmon, hope you are okay with that?”

    “Yes of course, I’m just a bit worried though”

    “Why is that?”

    “I don’t want to die from your cooking”

    “You have nothing to worry about, in some circles they refer to me as a true culinary connoisseur “

    “Sure they do Stephan, keep thinking that. Just know that if I do die, then I’ll haunt you forever”

    “I’m shaking in my pants”

    “I think I can be a very menacing ghost”

    “Sure, if you consider puppies to be menacing”

    “Wait and see! By the way, is there a dress code?”

    “No come in whatever makes you comfortable”

    ” So even a bunny rabbit onesie?”

    “Okay definitely not that, I know you are charming enough to make that look work but save it for the upcoming Halloween party”

    “Oh you are no fun at all, you are hosting it this year hey?”

    “Yes but we will talk about it when you get here, I’ll come pick you up by 7”

    “No it’s ok, I have that awesome bike Theo gave me remember?”

    “I’m wounded Penn, thought you liked riding with me!”

    “You know I do, but your hands will be full trying not to poison me!”

    “Charming as ever , alright I gotta go… see you later baby”

    Stephan quickly ended the call before Penn could answer, a grin plastered itself on his face. “He called me baby” and immediately his day was brightened. He distracted himself on his phone, looking at his instagrarm liking a few pictures commenting on others generally trying to not bore himself to death. He then switched his attention to his own personal phone gallery, amongst the hundreds of landscape photos his recent pictures were all of Stephan and him.

    He was always so taken back by how handsome Stephan really was, even thinking how unfair it is that he is also photogenic. Picture after picture of him is just glorious but his favourite picture of Stephan happens to be one where he is smiling boyishly into the camera with that gigantic gelato stain. Penn’s day continued as he lazed around catching his favourite shows on Netflix and chatting with a bunch of old friends back in New York.

    With Stephan gone for the meeting, the pale boys were busying themselves with the Halloween party preparations. Wesley was most excited for the party, “Ah this party is going to be great! I cannot wait to spin a few tunes, I have an awesome list of music ready!” Ben smiled at his enthusiasm thinking back to when he found him at a roaring party during the 80s. “You always loved to party!”

    “I was a wild child back then” As the two kept reminiscing of lighter times, Matthew was withdrawn. He was unloading a few boxes into the main house, ignoring the other two as they goofed off. ‘Idiots, how can you laugh when our whole balance is starting to shift’ he thought to himself. For the past few weeks Matt’s anger was quietly building, a few times he expressed his powerful emotion on a tree that now lay shattered on the property.

    Recently however, he began concocting a plan. A devious plan to get rid of Penn. He couldn’t kill the boy, all evidence would surely point to him. Instead his mind was working on a way to drive Penn away from Stephan.

    After all Matthew had deduced Penn to have a weak mind, scaring him off would be the best solution but how? He knew what Stephan was planning; he is currently courting Penn letting him fall in love with him then when the time is right he will deliver the truth. All this love bullshit is pretence to soften the blow. Penn’s emotions would steer him into overlooking the truth and accepting him for who he is. Of course at that point it could go either way, he may choose to just accept the vampires or he may want to become one.

    Matthew knew he couldn’t let it go that far. His mind raced with various ideas and he anticipated the outcome for each one. He narrowed it down to Penn discovering the truth on his own, he had to somehow present the evidence without traces of his involvement.

    ‘Maybe he could walk in on feeding day’ his eyes lit up wickedly as he imagined the look of horror on Penn’s face in that situation. ‘No, Stephan would surely start taking precaution and he would know if Penn were in the house, heck we all would smell him’

    “How will I get rid of this thorn?”

    “What thorn Matt?”

    “Huh? Oh just some silly pop song stuck in my head”

    “Well okay, I’m going to go set up the sound systems and all. Hey maybe later we could….”

    “We could what Wesley? Just say what you want to say”

    “We could fuck? You’ve been so uptight and weird lately and I know just the way to make you relax” as he said this, he closed the gap between their cold bodies and placed his hands on Matt’s hips slowly rubbing his thumbs on the small of Matt’s back, his arousal was clear as day in his shorts. “I’m not in the mood” Matt replied with an exasperated sigh.

    “Yeah that’s why I said maybe later” His hands travelled up and down Matt’s back, his erection doing some rubbing of its own.

    “I’ll think about it, now fuck off”

    “Jeez someone has an attitude, but I like it. See you later” Wes released his grip and with a quick wink skipped his way up the stairs. Matt let out an annoyed sigh once again cursing under his breath at Wesley.

    He continued thinking of a way to let the cat out of the bag but all the scenarios that played in his head had negative outcomes for his sanctity but he wasn’t going to give up so soon, and in that moment as if an imaginary light bulb lit up on top of his head like in cartoons, Matthew got the perfect Idea “Madison Woods” he exclaimed with an evil grin.

    “Oh yeah before I forget, my room or yours?” Wesley interrupted once again.

    “Surprise me” Matthew then walked out the front door, continuing with what he was doing earlier.

    7 o’clock was quickly approaching and Penn still hadn’t even taken a shower, he did however ring his Gran and asked her to prepare a bottle of white wine for him to pick up on his way to the mansion. He got up, stretched and shuffled to the bathroom.

    Usually he would take a while to shower, but he was running late and he was eager to see Stephan, to touch him. After a quick scrub and rinse he was done and made his way to the bedroom deciding on what to wear.

    Since this house was previously used as a vacation home, he had a lot of clothes left over in addition to the ones he brought with him. He was overwhelmed with choices. After almost suffering a mini break down and lying in a pile of clothes he decided on a simple white oxford shirt with a pair of casual denims he had never worn and leather dress shoes. He finished the look with a black leather jacket he recently bought for his new motorcycles misadventures. Contempt with how he looked, Penn then made his way out the house and towards his grandparents abode.

    “Hi sweetie. Oh my! Don’t you look handsome! Are you going on a date?”Margaret said as she handed the wine bottle to her blushing grandchild.

    “I’m just going for dinner at Stephan’s” Theo had come to the door way with a grumpy expression, he didn’t like Penn hanging out with Stephan all too much. He was among the few human beings who actually knew of Stephan’s true identity. It was a secret he swore he’d never tell ANYONE, not even his wife. None the less he did not fear or hate Stephan, in fact Stephan confided in him the one true way to kill a vampire. That still did not change the fact that he wasn’t comfortable with Penn dating him, he didn’t like it at all.

    “My love you can stop pretending you are just friends with Stephan. He came over the other day asking for permission to date you. Such a gentleman!”

    “Oh my gosh, did he really?” Penn smiled at the sweet gesture.

    “Yes he did” Theo said with a sneer.

    “Theo you have to agree that Stephan is way better for Penn than Nancy ever was, he treats our little heart so well” Penn shuddered as he remembered his last relationship and how horrible it was.

    “I suppose, but Stephan and I need to have a man to man”

    “Theo why can’t you have a man to man with me instead?”

    “Because kiddo, I wouldn’t care if YOU broke his heart. If he knows what’s good for him, he won’t dare hurt you” Penn surprised his grandfather with a tight embrace, they were each other’s favourite people.

    “Holy crap I’m so late! Bye guys love you” He couldn’t waste more time chit chatting, he was late and he didn’t know how Stephan would react. His phone was in his pocket , on silence. He cursed at his own stupidity. There were about 4 missed calls and 2 text messages. Penn cringed at the time, he was 30 minutes late.

    After almost crashing into some careless driver, Penn pulled up to the front door. The house was deviously dark except for the security lights. He rang the door bell but no one came to answer. His hands found the handle and before he could push it open, it creaked and opened by itself. “Creepy” he quietly thought.

    The house was eerily quiet, he realized he had never actually been inside the house always just on the porch or deep within the property. He cautiously began to walk hoping to find anyone. The grand hall was dimly light, decorated with a mighty crystal chandelier that hung above him. As he looked up he took in the details on the ceiling, he likened it to cathedrals with the gold pattern linings stretching throughout. It was beautiful.

    He made his way past the kitchen, which he could tell was a kitchen since the door was slightly ajar and his eyes caught all the things you would find in a kitchen. “Stephan?” he called out but nobody answered him. He continued lightly walking past the living room which was empty and the dining room which was also empty but the table had already been set.

    He felt that familiar sensation of being watched, he quickly looked behind him but there was nobody there. He heard footsteps on the floor above him, he decided to follow the sound. It would surely be either Stephan or one of the pale boys.

    He crept up the stair case, his heart beating just a little faster. ‘This house sure is creepy’ he mused to himself. When he reached the top of the stair case he followed the carpet into the long hallway. “Stephan?” he called out once again, lit candles were placed on holders stuck to the walls. He counted 5 doors in total, two on either side and the last one at the complete end of hallway. He figured that to be the master bedroom, Stephan’s room.

    He awkwardly stood in the middle of the hallway, he was debating knocking on the doors ‘but wouldn’t that be rude?’ he thought. His phone was useless in this situation as the battery had already drained. On the ceiling where the light could not reach, Matthew was silently watching Penn. Studying him once again.

    He noticed Penn let out a frustrated sigh, not knowing what to do. He knew it was a matter of seconds before Stephan would be here, they could all smell his blood. Stephan, Wes and Ben were outside most likely herding the horses back into the stables. Matt luckily had been inside and followed Penn throughout the house, stalking him from the shadows. He wanted to study his mannerisms it would come in handy later on.

    “Fuck it, I’m just going to knock” Penn finally decided to just knock on Stephan’s door, he was tired of waiting. His footsteps were lighter than ever, he did not know why he was taking this much precaution he even giggled at the silliness.

    “What’s so funny Penn?” Stephan’s warm velvety voice appeared out of nowhere making the youth jump.

    “Oh my gosh, don’t do that! I almost shit myself Stephan” Penn said clutching his chest feeling his humming bird heartbeat. Stephan quietly chuckled then closed the space between them, pulling Penn in for a warm embrace. Penn automatically melted and felt at ease, sinking into the hug relishing it. ‘Ah in his arms again’ the youth adoringly thought. Stephan smiled, he felt pleased to hold him as well.

    “You’re late”

    “I’m sorry, I lost track of time.. Oh and before I forget I didn’t come empty handed” Penn said, reluctantly pulling away from the hug and handing the bottle over to Stephan. “You didn’t have to bring anything Goldie but thank you anyways. Come, I’m sure you are hungry” Stephan said smiling as he took Penn’s hand into his and lead him to the dining room.

    “Did you just call me Goldie?” Penn said feigning shock.

    “Hear me out first; your hair is so golden and shiny. Plus the boys call you goldilocks, I figure Goldie is much better than that don’t ya think?” Now Penn was actually horrified much to Stephan’s amusement.

    “THEY CALL ME WHAT? Those pricks, ah now I have to come up with something for all of you”

    “I’ll be waiting Goldie, but for now let us eat and drink this fine wine and enjoy each other’s company”

    Penn couldn’t help but blush, Stephan was really good at being romantic. He knew what to say and when to say it, taking charge and setting up all their dates. Penn knew where he stood in their set up, he was quite frankly happy to be the once chased after, the one taken care off for once. He didn’t mind being the ‘girl’ so to speak in this relationship. The jigsaw fit.

    They sat down on opposite sides of the table, starring directly into each other’s eyes. With a clap of his hands, Wes and Ben came out holding entrees and dressed as waiters. Penn laughed quite loudly at the scene, especially at their mock French accents making up nonsense words along the way as they each read the menu. So Stephan was romantic and funny, he was perfect in Penn’s eyes.

    The boys graciously served out the food for the two, never once breaking character. They also poured out the wine and scurried off into the kitchen. “Did you get them to do that?” Penn asked taking a sip of the delicious wine. “It was actually their idea, they won’t bother us for long though. They have plans down at the bar”

    “Okay, it was funny though….So how was your day?”

    “It was alright, kind of boring. The meeting was fine, we went over the Halloween party this Friday. Word has gotten out pretty quick so we expect a huge turnout this year. There will be a raffle and all the proceeds will be used to expand and rebuild the shelter.” Stephan said with a passionate tone as he looked on to Penn.

    “That’s wonderful, but will the money be enough?”

    “Well that was what the mayor insisted, originally it was just going to be a raffle and I was going to cover the whole costs needed for the shelter. The damn mayor can be persistent though so eventually I gave in.”

    “You are such a beautiful soul Stephan, that makes me happy to hear how supportive you are.”

    “Well I wouldn’t have known about the shelter had you not pointed it out last week, your passion for helping out those people inspired me. You Penn Monroe are the beautiful soul.” Penn smiled up to Stephan, his blushing fit subsiding. They continued their conversation, enjoying the food that Penn had to admit was very delicious.

    “Wow, what a meal. I’m stuffed”

    “I’m glad you liked it”

    “Thank you that was very sweet of you to cook for me, next time I’ll invite you over for a meal as well”

    “I look forward to it Goldie” In response to the comment Penn threw the wine cork at a laughing Stephan.

    “Speaking of sweet, it was also very sweet of you to ask my grandparents for permission”

    “I told you Penn I’m an old school kinda guy”

    “I know, it’s very sexy” Penn was slightly horrified he let that slip out at such an inappropriate time, he just began to notice how slightly light headed he was feeling. He had drank a lot of the wine by himself, Stephan couldn’t really taste the food or the wine he just did it to humour Penn. Stephan of course sensed Penn was getting drunk, the delicious blood was rushing to the surface.

    “How about we go for outside for some fresh air ?” Stephan said while getting up from the table, Penn nodded in agreement ‘maybe some fresh air will do me good’ he thought. They walked hand in hand onto the porch. Taking in the view of the property once again, which looked especially beautiful under the moon light.

    A comfortable silence had taken over as they were both staring out into the open field. Stephan’s hand gave Penn’s a quick squeeze eliciting a shy smile from him. Penn then turned his body to Stephan who did the same. Their eyes locked and the space between them closed in. ‘This is it, fuck he is going to kiss me’. A sly grin replaced the warm smile that was on Stephan’s face. His brown eyes darkened with desire, Penn was stuck in their spell. A cold hand then placed itself on Penn’s cheek slowly caressing it, Stephan leaned in and ever so slowly planted his lips onto the youth’s soft ones.

    Their kiss was slow and steady, both taking time to enjoy these new sensations. Stephan’s hand dropped from Penn’s face to his waist where his other hand soon joined. Automatically Penn wrapped his arms around the Stephan’s strong shoulders.

    The kiss became electrifying, as Stephan’s tongue ventured into Penn’s willing mouth. Penn wasn’t shy with his tongue, sensually rubbing it in contact with Stephan’s. They broke off after a couple more seconds, Stephan resting his head on Penn their hot breaths colliding with each other. Stephan then moved his hand onto Penn’s chest feeling his erratic heartbeat.

    “This is what I do to you baby?” He whispered.

    “Yes, you make me nervous but you also make me feel like I matter”

    “You do matter, you matter a lot to me Penn. I want to be with you, I want to be your boyfriend”

    “I want to be with you too” Penn crashed into Stephan, resting his head on his shoulder feeling like finally something good was happening to him. Stephan stroked Penn’s back, listening intently to the youth’s elated thoughts feeling that warm tinge at his core again. It was clear now, every time he was with him he felt this way. Penn was the one for him.

    Matthew stood close to the sole grave in the entire property. It belonged to Madison Woods. In his hand was an old witch’s occult journal he remembered Stephan had kept in the study. He spent majority of the day trying to figure out how to summon the spirit of the deceased. One incantation seemed the most appropriate and with Halloween approaching, it would make the process easier. He began a summoning spell, recited entirely in Latin. Once he finished the spell, he eyes darted around checking to see if anything had changed.

    “Matthew Corley why do you summon me?”


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  • Jon’s World

    Jon’s World

    A note from the author. This is a story about sex and the influence it has on one man and his attempts to go deeper into his sexual needs. It is not shot through with sex. I would hope you might enjoy it on the merits of the story, the problems within and the characters. Again, if you’re looking for a bath in cum, it’s not here. Thanks for reading.

    Petr-Johan

    Jon had relaxed into his decision. After years of arguing with himself, both his moral self and his physical self, he realized that his life was no longer complete without certain alterations to his body. He realized that whatever he decided was now his own path, no one at work, in his family, no one could know, even the thought of their finding out was more frightening than the deeds he contemplated. And their reaction afterword, even to fait accompli, he chose not to even consider that, perhaps they’d never know but he knew that to be the lie it was.

    In his bed at night he thought about the future, how it was shaping to what he wanted, not what his usual conformist ways had always permitted him to do. He had a good life, good job, pleasant residence, superficially it was all to the good. No one would have guessed that this successful, pleasant, educated man was held in his skin only because he’d come to accept his other self, the self that dreamed of pain and submission to another man, a man who would beat him, demand his respect but then go out to dine and discuss the writings of the late Christopher Hitchens, tell him amusing stories about when he made hard core porn for Dior and then, as a throw away, tell him he must by an instrument of his own torture and then name it. He got hard thinking of the nerve it would take him to go to those places where he knew-he read their ads and their circulars-that sold these things of debasement. He’d never been in one, only incessantly cruised by wondering what they might be like. Wondering what he could wear to go in and not be seen as someone who looked out of place. Yet…they were the temples, or adjuncts to them, where what he needed, yearned for resided and there was only one way. His Sir had been very specific, no online shopping, just his usual business suit but without underwear and to make the moment more memorable, pins stuck through his scrotum. Not many, just enough. Oh, and to familiarize himself with the place, he was too spend at least an hour there, perhaps trying on things, trying out things.

    He was at once nauseous with fear and aroused with anticipation. He wondered if they gift wrapped as, certainly, he couldn’t just hand his Sir this special a gift. Naked, on his knees, head bowed he could hold it up, on his palms hoping, praying it would be acceptable. And then two fingers beneath his chin, raising his face, being assured it had found favour and, at some point, would find use. Sir explained that fresh from the shop it had a stiffness that didn’t permit proper employment. But noticing he was down and naked Sir smiled and reached into a closet and pulled out a bridle and bit. Pony Play. Only Sir preferred Dressage. With the bridle and the bit secured, a long lead was attached to the bridle and, with his hand holding a long riding scourge, he would gallop about the space, sometimes up right, sometimes on his knees. Sir enjoyed that and had shown him pictures of other ponies who had their legs amputated at their knees and their arms similarly cut at their elbows. Proud, they’d grown manes and a gorgeous plume of a tail was inserted for “dress”. Their horse cocks had been opened and a tube put in to extend their male parts and then had been, as with all horses, attached to the abdomen. The Foreskin had been drawn further up so that when they pissed, their dicks came out of its covering just like a proper horse. They were, of course, geldings but much prized. Sir told him that perhaps they could go to a horse show and he could see what beautiful ponies they made. Jon shuddered slightly.

    On a whim, Sir could have that done to him; at various moments he’d often discussed how Jon might be removed from society to a more specialized world. Word would go about that he’d had a fugue syndrome and wandered away completely unaware of who he was, where he was but, apart from having amnesia, he had no concerns as to why he had no memory. It was unusual for this but medically well known. Of course without him it would be impossible to diagnose but the suggestion of it would satisfy a great many. Inevitably people would say, “Well, really, when I think back he had been acting peculiarly….” and they’d talk themselves into accepting his absence, after a time close his lodging and while they would wonder, no bulletins would be issued to be on the look out for him.

    Sir knew this and, having removed most of what he’d need before it was realized he was gone, cleaned out his bank accounts, he accepted him into his stable. But that wasn’t what he wanted. No, that was a bit tamer than what he had in mind, even having part of his legs and arms amputated implied a certain kind of life. One, he knew, that would bore his sir after some time and then what? He’d thought too much about that, fear had obsessed him. He turned on a light and, just like Scrooge the morning after, assured himself that it was is own bed in his own room and he had all his appendages attached. Sir was asleep in the next room and he crept in to kneel by him to only be near him.

    He cried he was so lucky to have this Sir. One who was intelligent, generous, enjoyed his company and was diamond hard when it came to meting out punishment. Once he’d said, he didn’t mind if there was no safe word and Sir simply looked at him as if to say…there never would have been one. Did you think otherwise? Other Sirs would have punched him or slapped him for this impertinence but his Sir only put out a hand, drew him close and whispered in his ear….when you cannot speak what good would a safe word do you? Certainly I don’t require one. And, again, the slight shudder at the implication. But there was the well known fact that each day there was mandatory punishment if only to remind him of his position and then…possibly they’d go to Brighton for lunch-there was a place that served really excellent skate and they both enjoyed that. Possibly a walk on the cliffs East of town. He crept back to his room, put his dick in a chastity cage and went to sleep.

    It was suddenly morning and Jon knew he’d slept too late. One of his pleasures was to get up early, before Sir, and be standing by his bed ready to prepare him for his day. Selfishly, this was the time of day with Sir that he liked best. He would be allowed to assist him to the shower, make sure it was the proper temperature and then lead him in, put him on a stool, scrub him. At some point he’d stand up and press his slick, well soaped body against Jon, take his nipples in his teeth and clamp down until Jon wanted to squirm and contort to get away but he couldn’t. Sir would stick his finger up his ass and set up a counterpoint of extreme pleasure while he milked his prostate.

    It was then that he forgot his Sir and remembered only the delight of pain elegantly applied by someone who cared about him, was constantly testing is limits, finding where his thresholds were. And then the release, that flood of gratefulness to his Sir. From there it was a quick rinse and Sir stepped outside waiting to be dried and then wrapped in a bath sheet. Seated in his chair, slightly leaned back, Jon enjoyed shaving his head and face. At first he’d been afraid of the straight razor but some classes at George Trumpers had raised his confidence to the point he would shave as much of Sir’s body as Sir wanted. Of course, the testicles. But other than that, beyond his head and face, only his chest where lay the large tattooed eagle. But not today. Sir was up and gone and would return….when?

    Jon put on his collar, his bracelet and his anklet and dressed for work himself. After nights with Sir, even if nothing had happened, work seemed mundane, depressing but he did it know that not for much longer, not for very much longer. He looked about at his staff and suddenly saw piggies, all of them ready for the spit with no diversion at first. He compared that to his own possible away from home. In a secluded place, he was told to strip and put on the clothing on the cot in the small room. One pair of pants, with no crotch, one fitted, collarless jacket with holes stitched around where his nipples would be all in dun gray. Boots and that was all.Sir had relaxed and was wearing some plaid boxers and a white T shirt, very comfortable. He looked up, noticed Jon. Smiled and gestured for Jon to come to him. From a box he took a cock lock that fitted over two inches of Jon’s cock and,when closed and locked, had teeth that could be driven in or released at the pleasure of another.He was told to go make breakfast and serve it on a tray.

    When he brought the tray and had placed on the table Sir held him down and snapped a two inch steel posture collar around his neck. No explanation, none was needed. As any thing done needs to be timed, Sir got Jon’s cock hard and then put a candle in the piss slit. It was lit and only when it guttered out of it’s own wax inside the urethra breakfast was over. The singed bits of flesh would be cut away as part of the on going penile modification programme. Jon understood, but had not been told, that at some point a large barbed fishing hook would be placed in it to be left there until it’s actual purpose was revealed. Sir was not clear or forthcoming about details only just left suggestions, allusions as to what might occur. To a lesser man these would have seem barbaric, unconscionable but to Jon they were but the beginning of play. In the country. Quietly.

    But the day had to be faced for the tedium it had. He closed his eyes and saw the X, seven feet high that decorated one wall and on which he had been privileged to feel that lash of a quirt followed by a single tail to his back and, as ever, when he was taken down, the enfolding arms of Sir telling him what courage he was beginning to exhibit. Soon he could expect to find more stringent punishments followed by some very simple excisions. Nothing of the cock and ball variety but something, he was told, he would find exquisitely painful. Jon glazed over at the thought of knowing but not knowing, just anticipating whatever ever it was. Sir was well know for his proficiencies in several areas so which he might choose…?

    In a special place, labeled “For Jon” were the final instruments.Some were familiar, he knew how and where they would be used. He wanted to lean down and embrace them as his future but Sir could decide on something else.

    Jon could feel the raging of his imaginings having an effect on his person and it was all he could do to get to the gents before the precum led to a long, throbbing drool as he came down his leg.

    He thought of Sir and what he hoped he would do and wondered….

    Sir slapped him, hard, across his face then, wrenching his arm behind him, drew him to his broad chest. His other arm held his head, his wrist covering his mouth. In his ear he heard, “You are not permitted other men, you may think of them, look at them, wonder about them, speculate on what you might do with them but you do not bring them to me as a point of discussion. You have a man, you have a Sir and if that’s not sufficient, leave, go now”, and in a sudden motion threw him to the floor and walked from the room. Jon lay there for a moment, stunned, trying to remember what he’d said, about whom….and there was only the fragment of something about an Italian client….and then, just as the door was locked, the rest of it came to him.

    He understood why Sir was annoyed, it was with reason; by intimation Jon had compared the gentleman from Milan to his own Sir, wondered if he had hair on his chest? Did he shave his crotch…just like Sir. What other men did, how they did whatever they did was of interest only in a professional sense. Never once had Sir brought up another name in comparison with Jon, never. No other man was ever used as a comparative, it was never told to him that he should do whatever as another Sir’s boy did. He was supportive, critical and punishing when necessary but as he was slowly coming to realize, he was being slowly, carefully prepared for total submission. Not slavery, no, not that, he’d heard Sir laugh about the master/slave relationships that were agreed to, he said, in a bar or in a bed and had no permanence beyond the period the master and the slave were willing or sufficiently motivated to play their roles.

    Another of his thoughts on the subject was that the keeping of slaves was a great hardship on the master, a waste of time. When almost your entire day is given over to busying others, others who are seemingly monolithic until given an order, the pleasure of being served by slaves diminished. A man to whom Jon had been introduced at dinner with Sir kept slaves in Brasil. In a shady deal with the government, he took prisoners with long term sentences and moved them to a place he kept far, far up the Amazon. There he made them into workers but, more importantly and usefully, as a functioning armed troop who routinely went out to trap and shoot Japanese surveyors who came across the border from Peru with the intention of logging the Rain Forest and take it up river, to Iquitos, where the finest of rare woods were sold to Japanese furniture makers. They were a blight on the forest and on the gentleman’s property where there were some stands of this desired timber.

    In his alternate role of businessman Jon listen with interest as he’d heard about the trivialities of life in the rough up river. Inwardly he had a rush of sexuality as he learned about their lives as slaves, kept virtually naked, flogged, made to work, to sleep out of doors to both defecate and bath in whatever stream was about…and then there were the others, the ones made into soldiers. Creeping through the Lianas, trying not to disturb Howler Monkees, being aware of snakes, spiders as big as luncheon plates, thorns and, of course, the Japanese who were as armed as those who pursued them. Most that they discovered were killed where they were found but a few, those who could be identified-the Japanese were too caught up with seniority-as bosses were taken back to where a camera was available and then had their heads cut off, the old fashioned Japanese way, hands tied behind them, kneeling, blind folded. One hand pressed down on the head whilst the other swung the machete.

    The gentleman stopped to extract a leather case from his inside pocket, opened it, took a cheroot, offered it about, his Sir took one, he, of course, declined. While it was out it was turned over to display part of what looked to be a very involved tattoo. As it was restored to its place in his suit, it was explained that one of the beheaded had been a Yakuza back in Japan and was elaborately tattooed from his ankles to his neck. Skinned, these cases had been made and sent, as gifts, to the furniture factories in Japan where the fine Brasilian woods were used. If one knew what to look for, each piece of skin that was used carried a specific mark that identified the person and who his former associates were. Word, he assumed, got around; If it didn’t why were the yellow men suddenly far better armed, protected?

    One could of course not know but it was an easy thing to draw assumptions. His Sir had agreed as to the tedium of slavery noting that even making them chattel guarantees nothing, does it? The Brasilian, a big hard muscled, tanned good looking rascal looked at his Sir and smiled. “No”, he said, “only a body and mind given freely could one trust…” Later that evening, chained to a wall, he watched his Sir and the Amazonian take each other in the rough, demanding sexual way that is at once graceful and awful. There was no submission just the implied agreement that each would have their turn. Lashed to the wall he could only groan with excitement, his dick hard, dribbling his seed, wanting to be beaten by them and then taken. It never happened. He was taken to his own room, locked into his bed, kissed good night and the door locked. What happened next he could only wonder based on the noises he heard. The noise and the laughter.

    Sir left him there for some little while, probably a time to contemplate what he had done, what might be done to him. To wonder how he could show contriteness that would be accepted as genuine? The lock turned, the door opened. Sir walked by him, took off his suit coat, his tie, opened a closet, took out a different tie, did it up, retrieved his jacket, glanced in the mirror made a minor correction in the knot and then looked at him. Jon tried to both look up and yet look down simultaneously. Sir waited until he finally Jon finally looked at him. “Better than the Hermes one, isn’t it”, his fingers on the newly installed tie. Jon started to stutter an answer but wasn’t sure…did he want a compliment, to be told the truth or was this simply a redundant question and his silence would be better. Sir waited for a moment until there was no answer, just the gagging of an unfinished word. “You’re no help. When your Sir asks for an opinion, he expects you to have one, he respects your taste, knows it….Well, if you choose silence, perhaps part of your tongue should be docked to remember to speak when spoken to.” He left the room followed, momentarily, by the sound of the lift door opening and closing.

    Jon sat on the floor not knowing what to do. A docked tongue? What did he mean? Some men were punished, at least a very long time ago, by having their tongues cut out, women as well for being common scolds-but with a man it was usually because the was suspected of being a traitor. A picture of Guy Fawkes wandered without his tongue wandered through this mind. He started to stand, to look in the mirror, his tongue stuck out. How could it be done? He was aware he was becoming aroused, his lack of underwear allowed his penis to graze the Scottish wool of is trousers, his nuts contracted, he was appalled and anticipating having his tongue docked, it would be the first thing Sir had ever cut from him. His semen silently drooled down his pant leg as he shuddered with orgasm, grasping a bureau to steady himself. The texture and feeling of the wool, the humiliation of dirtying himself with what rightly belonged to sir, the insidious feeling that he’d shoot again if he worked at it…if he put his hand on his outlined cock and massaged it. If he reached down and stroked his balls, wherever they’d got to…He shucked off his pants, turned them inside out and licked his own cum, a sin he knew but there was no Sir to feed and, and, he panicked, Sir always said never waste protein.

    He slurped, wetting the fabric as he extracted the very vestigial moist bits that had come from him and feared he would betray his own actions. What if Sir came back, even if he didn’t see the act, what if he kissed him, tasted the production of a male in heat, smelled his rising testosterone level, could feel his balls withdrawn in pleasure? What then?

    Jon stripped, found a plastic bag from some shop in Sloane Square and shoved his suit, shirt, socks, tie in it. There was an Indian dry cleaner around the corner, he could always say, while he was on the floor, he’d got something on his suit. He would apologize. Profusely, Maybe he’d be believed. He started the shower taking with him his brush and tooth paste. Later, he planned, to effectively drink a bottle of mouth wash…maybe then…even in the shower he remembered his squirt filled trouser leg, the taste, the deeply fulfilling idea of eating himself. He got hard again and, unencumbered by his pants, shot. This time it made a trace on the white tile like a perverted snail leaving a trail of dead humans. And now that would have to be cleaned, not that Sir licked his shower walls but he’d know it had been used and would wonder. As Jon, naked, wet and in heat wondered.He went to his knees and found the beginning of the sperm path and licked it back up. On his knees, wet, he hungered for more but not his, he wanted that of his Sir. He slumped to the floor in anger at himself, desire, fear of his Sir and not knowing what he should do next.

    After a time the water turned cold.


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  • One Night in the Life of Shaun Jacob Mason

    Shaun Jacob Mason was obsessed. He thought about it his every waking hour, and sometimes in his dreams. It became a fetish, the way he craved it.

    Shaun lived in a small town, a place where nothing happened; not ever. It was a town surrounded by rural countryside which grew to its tiny size by the mere fact it sat at a crossroads, far from any major city. For Shaun, it was home, and he eked out a living working at the only grocery store in town. He worked early mornings Tuesday through Saturday and when he was off he hung out with his friends, played video games, and went to his secret places to get what he wanted, the thing that obsessed him, something his friends couldn’t know. He went to find men who wanted their cocks sucked.

    He had fantasies about sucking cock for years, thought about what it would be like to suck his best friend’s cock, one he had seen many times in P.E. and on camping trips. It was one he’d never get. It was right after graduation when he finally got brave enough to go somewhere to satisfy this craving and his online search amazed him at his options, one of which was in his tiny town. The town sat at the intersection of two truck routes and had two truck stops, one on the east side of town on Highway 58 and one on the north side of town on State Road 47, and it was this one, the oldest, on a route used mainly during the day for local routes that was his best option.

    The best night was Sunday night and on this particular Sunday he slipped on his usual attire. A t-shirt and a pair of gym shorts with no underwear was all he wore. At first he wore his jeans but over time, as he grew more confident, less afraid to go to these places where it was obvious what he was doing, and he started wearing less, first jeans sans underwear, then just the gym shorts. It was late at night and there was nothing else open, no where he would be going to be seen.

    He drove his old sports car around to the back side of the truck stop, across the rough gravel lot to the very edge, out of the way and in the shadows, out of sight of prying eyes. It was around ten when he arrived and he sat in his car, music playing low, just watching the few tractor-trailer rigs pull into the stop, a few just refueling and heading on their way, and others pulling to the rear and parking for the night. He watched the drivers head inside, some for only a few minutes, but others stayed inside for a long time. He saw a man drive up with out of state plates on his car and he fueled up, paid then drove to the opposite side of the parking lot. He parked under a light affording Shaun the ability to watch him lock up his car and head back inside. The man was nicely dressed and appeared to be middle age, with a nice build and dark hair. Shaun shut off his car and got out, locking the door. He ambled across the lot and inside through the back door. The guy who worked Sunday nights ignored him, for he too within the last couple of weeks taken advantage of Shaun’s talented mouth when his shift had ended at four. Shaun had seen his name tag and knew it was Adrian and when he had sucked Adrian’s cock it had seemed different, not like most other guys, and he thought it was because Adrian had been so shy at first, so timid in letting him suck his off.

    The bathroom and showers were in the back just off the rear entry corridor and Shaun slipped into the two rooms that made up the toilet and shower. The smell of cleaners and deodorizer attempted to mask the scent of the old toilet and bath, with its humid mildew smell. He moved through the small foyer that sat between the showers and the toilet area. He went in the toilet to the familiar row of stalls, three along one wall, wider than usual with old wood partitions in need of repainting. From the stalls, through the large gap in the doors, he could see the lavatories and urinals on the opposite wall.

    Shaun saw the last stall door was closed and a truck driver was at one urinal looking back at that stall. Shaun went to the middle stall, the one that afforded him the most cock, one from each side at times and he closed the door and latched it. He lowered his gym shorts, letting them drop to his ankles and tugged on his cock which was already showing his arousal. As he sat there, the room silent, no one making a sound at first, he heard the showers from the opposite side running. He let his eyes roam over the graffiti on the walls, so much of it familiar, some of it his own, looking for new comments, new images of cocks, references to sucking and fucking and he scanned down to the holes in each side wall. The holes had been cut out larger and larger over time till a man could nearly get his head through them, which afforded Shaun the ability to get all of a man’s cock into his mouth, let it push to the back of his throat and slip down it if it was long enough.

    He stroked his cock slowly, having learned it kept his desires ramped up if he didn’t get off too quickly, and he leaned forward to look into the last stall. He saw the bare knees with fine dark hairs covering them then he saw a hand moving up and down the man’s cock. It was average length, but thicker, and it stood up rigid in the man’s lap. Shaun leaned closer to the hole so he could look up higher, at the man’s dress shirt which was unbuttoned all the way up revealing his upper body, a lean torso with dime size nipples and Shaun watched the man’s other hand rub over his chest increasing his arousal. Shaun couldn’t see his face, but in reality didn’t care, for it was the man’s cock he was interested in and he went to this knees and turned to the hole. He held his mouth to the hole knowing the man could see his lower face and below the stall his legs. There’d be no mistaking his intentions and he didn’t have to wait long. The man put his cock to Shaun’s lips and pushed forward, urgently sinking his cock into Shaun’s mouth.

    Shaun took it, sucked it, run his tongue around it as it moved in his mouth. The man was in a hurry to get off, and he worked his hips back and forth, pumping his cock in Shaun’s mouth fucking it. Shaun put his hands on the partition wall and let the man fuck his mouth faster and faster and all too soon he felt the cock flex in his mouth, felt it swell up fatter and then gush cum down his throat denying him a taste of it until the man was nearly spent and pulled back enough to let Shaun suck the last of the cum from his cock.

    Shaun slipped back on the toilet and soon heard the man leave. He looked through the gap in the door and saw he had an audience, the trucker from the urinal, and he was groping himself, tugging on his cock, and once the other man was gone he took it out and let Shaun see it through the gap in the door. It was long, thin, with an arrow shaped head and it was already hard. Shaun dropped to his knees and turned to the hole putting his mouth to it, waiting. He heard the man enter, latch the door and quickly had his cock in Shaun’s mouth. The trucker was in no hurry and he let Shaun to do all the work, holding his body tight to the partition, giving Shaun access to all of it and he soon felt it going down Shaun’s throat.

    Shaun sucked on the shaft, at times focusing his attention on the head, running his tongue over it, bore it into the slit and fisted the shaft as he worked the head in his mouth. The trucker began to breathe hard and his hips began to move, instinctively, until he was soon pumping his cock vigorously in Shaun’s mouth, clinging to the old wood partition as he banged his hips against it.

    “Oh fuck” the trucker said through gritted teeth and cum flooded Shaun’s mouth and when the trucker shoved his hips forward sinking his cock into Shaun’s mouth once again cum pumped out around his lips and trickled down his chin. Spent, the trucker stood still and let Shaun clean off his cock, suck every remnant of cum from it and once he was sated he pulled back and pulled his jeans and boxers back up and left.

    Shaun sat on the toilet, slowly sliding his hand up and down his cock keeping his arousal high, a state of agitated need, not bothering to wipe his chin clean, letting the cum drip from it onto his shirt and slowly dry. The shower had stopped and he saw movement and looked through the gap around the door and saw a man at the urinal with just a towel around his waist. Shaun watched him pull the towel free and drape it over his shoulder as he moved up to the urinal. Shaun listened to him piss then saw his arm movement knowing he was shaking the last drops from his cock. The man didn’t bother to wrap the towel around his waist as he turned and came toward Shaun’s stall. Shaun saw his uncut cock, the way it dangled over his sac on his appraoch. The man didn’t go into one of the adjacent stalls instead he came to Shaun’s and rattled the door.

    “Why don’t you let me in? I like to watch” the man said in a casual tone and Shaun reached up, his hand shaking with his excitement mixed with nervousness and unlatched the door. The man was average height and build, a week’s beard growth on his face and very short hair. Shaun didn’t look at him long as he sat and watched the uncut cock come closer till it was in his face.

    “Suck me…suck my cock ya cum whore” the man uttered as he took Shaun by the back of the head and pulled him forward.

    The man didn’t so much as let Shaun suck his cock, instead he fucked his mouth; aggressively thrusting his cock making Shaun gag at times. The man grabbed a fist full of hair and pulled Shaun’s mouth onto his cock as he shoved forward, pumping Shaun’s mouth on it, fucking it. The man’s cock grew thick, the vein lined shaft filled Shaun’s mouth and the loose skin moved with their fucking.

    The man backed up till he stood just outside the stall and he pulled Shaun off the toilet making him drop to his knees and follow. Shaun braced his hands on the man’s thighs as he took each forward thrust, the cock sinking into his throat. Drool dripped from his chin, and his breathing was erratic as Shaun held on letting the man fuck his mouth, using it for his own pleasure. Shaun’s own cock rubbed against the man’s hairy calves and he struggled not to pump his hips and work his cock along the man’s leg knowing he’d get off, and cum too soon.

    Shaun heard the door open and tried to get the man to step back into his stall but the man held him in place as he forced Shaun’s mouth back and forth along his cock. There was movement to the side of them and Shaun glanced over and saw two men watching them.

    “Goddamn, look at that will ya” one uttered as they stood watching.

    The man fucking Shaun’s mouth obviously liked to be watched as he grew more aggressive, his grunts and moans louder, and he began to thrust harder, short jagged movements and when he was close he pulled Shaun’s head back holding his cock just in front of Shaun’s open mouth and fisted his cock a few times till cum spewed from the slit, thick wads that hit Shaun across the nose, in his open mouth and across his t-shirt as the man’s ejaculation grew less and less till he was spent. The man shoved his cock back into Shaun’s mouth letting him clean it off and then he roughly pushed Shaun off and walked off.

    “That whore is all yours” Shaun heard the man saw to their two voyeurs. Shaun quickly moved back into his stall latching the door and he leaned back against the tank breathing hard. He looked down and saw the spatter of cum and his own drool on his t-shirt and he breathed in deeply smelling the cum that covered his face. His gym shorts were still around his ankles, smeared with the grime from the floor and he slipped his feet out of them spreading his legs as he stroked his cock. He knew the two men were watching him through the gap around the door and he glanced up to see each one take his cock out, stroking their hardening shafts till they couldn’t wait any longer. One went to Shaun’s left and one to his right and soon all three stalls were occupied.

    Shaun watched the two holes, waited to see which one would move first, which needed to get off the worst and soon he saw a cock enter from his right. Its head flared out wide, a flaming red in color with a fair skinned shaft holding it up and soon the man’s dark reddish brown pubes were visible as he moved up close to the partition. Shaun eased down on his knees and took the cock in hand as he ran his tongue over the head, swirled it around the flared head making the man gasp and pump his hips. When he sank the man’s cock into his mouth he heard the man push roughly against the partition. Shaun sucked hard, wanting to draw the cum out, as he took charge of the man, manipulated his lusts, his desires, sucking the sensitive cock deep into his mouth.

    Shaun was down in front of the toilet, his body bent over slightly for the best angle and soon he felt the other man rub his ass, run his calloused hand over the smooth skin of each cheek. Shaun rose up, let his legs spread a little more and he felt the other man’s fingers slide down between his cheeks. They probed along his cleft, scratched along the deep crevice stroking Shaun’s arousal and Shaun pushed his ass back against the fingers as he sank his mouth down the cock in front of him.

    “Nice ass” Shaun heard the man behind him utter as he pushed a finger against his hole, pressed against its tightness. Shaun felt every move of the fingers on him, felt the way they probed him, tested the tightness of his hole and when a finger sank into his hole stretching him open he moaned loudly around the cock in his mouth. The finger worked his hole open, worked around inside him, and when the man pulled it out he moved back in with two fingers and stretched Shaun open more, loosened his hole, made him aroused. When the man pulled his fingers free Shaun got up on his feet and braced his body with his hands on the stall in front of him as he moved his ass up against the opposite stall, the opening to his body aligned with the hole in the partition.

    Shaun pulled back on the cock in his mouth, felt the flared head in his mouth, the way it filled it and he hesitated, held still a moment and soon felt the other man at his hole, the blunt cock head at his hole and suddenly, with one push the cock entered him, breached his hole, stretching him open further and sank into his depths shoving him forward forcing him to swallow the cock in his mouth. Shaun braced himself as best he could, keeping his mouth aligned with one partition hole and his ass up tight to the other as each man used him, used the holes he offered up to their needs, their need to sink their cock in something warm and slick, to fuck through it, and each one began to fuck, to fuck hard. The partitions squeaked with their exertions and each man grunted, moaned, and uttered guttural profanities as they drove their cocks into Shaun.

    The man Shaun was sucking came first. He shoved his cock into Shaun’s mouth and pumped cum down Shaun’s throat, the thick wads coating it as they slid down. The man finally pulled back and let the head of his cock rest in Shaun’s mouth letting him suck the last of the cum from it. When he stepped back and pulled his jeans back into place Shaun kept his hands on the partition, as he sucked in air to regain his breath, moaning loudly with every deep penetrating thrust into his ass. The man behind him was fucking harder, faster, and Shaun knew he was close. Shaun heard the man in front of him leave the stall and go to the one behind him and heard the door squeak open.

    “Goddamn, Will, fuck that ass. Look at the lily white ass take that cock…shit…” the man uttered to his friend as he watched Shaun get fucked. “Let me see ya shoot.”

    The man hammered Shaun’s ass a few more times then he pulled out and Shaun held still knowing what was to come and within seconds he felt it, the man’s cum spatter his ass cheeks and pool at the top of his ass just above his hole.

    “Fuck, that’s a nice load, Will” the first man uttered and Shaun felt his fucker rub cock over his ass and down the cleft between his cheeks smearing cum over it, then he felt him push his cock back in sinking his slimy cock slickly back into him, pumping his hole a few more times.

    “Fuck…that feels good” Shaun’s fucker said in a low voice and the first man laughed wickedly. When Shaun felt the cock pull free of his hole he quickly turned and sat on the toilet for he was weary from the bent over position he had been in and he listened to the men get themselves together, wash up at the lavatories and leave. Shaun felt cum leak from his hole and he let it drip into the toilet as he sat back waiting on his breathing to settle back down.

    The toilet was quiet for several minutes and Shaun sat in his stall, stroking his cock slowly, watching the beads of lube form at the slit over and over and he used each one to lubricate his hand, smear the clear liquid over his cock head and down the shaft as he kept himself in a state of arousal.

    When the door opened again Shaun sat up and watched through the gap to see who was coming into his lair. He saw a tall broad shoulder man come in wearing leather pants and a vest, his arms bare, their muscular forms covered in tattoos. The man laid a motorcycle helmet on the counter by the lavatories and went up to a urinal. Shaun listened to him piss, the silence in the room making the sound of it seem loud and when the man pulled back he turned with his cock still out and Shaun gasped. It was long, one of the longest he had ever seen and the man looked over at the stall Shaun was in suddenly realizing he was being watched and he grinned as he stroked his cock making it grow hard, rise up parallel to the floor.

    Shaun moved to his knees and faced the partition on his right knowing the man could see his legs and realize he was willing, waiting, with his mouth at the ready. He heard the man approach, the door to the stall close and latch and soon he felt it, the man’s cock touch his lips, rub over them slowly, teasingly, wetting them with his lube. Shaun became anxious, stuck out his tongue and swiped it over the head and the man inhaled sharply. Suddenly he had his mouth full of cock as the man pushed forward. Shaun took it, every inch as it moved into his mouth, pulled back and pushed in again, and again, and again. Each time a little further inward till Shaun felt it push at the back of his throat, then down it cutting off his air. The man was slow in his movement, deliberate with each swing of his hips till he suddenly pulled back, just the head in Shaun’s mouth and he stopped.

    “Work the head with that mouth…whore” the man commanded and Shaun sucked on the head, worked his tongue around it, and he pumped his mouth on it as he fisted the shaft. Soon the man was pumping his hips with the movement of Shaun’s fist and Shaun tightened his lips around the cock when he felt it swell larger, filled his mouth with its girth, and soon his mouth was flooded with cum, thickly it filled his mouth.

    “Ohhh…” the man moaned as he pushed forward ejaculating the last of his load into Shaun’s mouth. He let Shaun clean his cock, suck every drop milked from the shaft till he was spent and too sensitive for further manipulation and he pulled back leaving Shaun with his mouth full of cum which he swallowed as he watched the man tucked his large cock back into his leather pants.

    “Thanks” the man uttered as he left and Shaun was alone again. He had to piss in the worst way and eased out, wearing only his t-shirt, naked from the waist down, and went up to a urinal and pissed. He was just finishing when the door opened and a man came in. Shaun knew he was caught but he rushed back to the middle stall as he saw the man round the corner coming into the room. His heart was racing and he sat on the toilet afraid the man would be someone who would complain, maybe even call the police, but as the man came in and moved to a urinal Shaun heard him sniggering.

    “You got a nice ass” the man said aloud without turning around, “and your cock looked good too. You gotten off yet…or have you just been getting everyone else off?”

    Shaun couldn’t believe his luck and he eased the door open letting the light in the room illuminate him sitting on the toilet, his legs spread and his fist working his growing erection.

    “I’ve not gotten off yet” he said in a low voice, almost afraid to say it, wondering if the man was tricking him.

    “Good…you’ll want it more that way” the man replied and he turned toward Shaun, his cock still out with his hand tugging on it. Shaun saw a reflection, just a spark of light from the man’s cock and when the man was at his door he saw it, the thick gauge ring through the man’s cock. He’d seen them online, these piercings, along with others, but this was the first one he’d seen in person and he saw how it hung from the head of the man’s cock, rocked back and forth with his manipulations and Shaun eased upright on the toilet, spread his legs wide holding his hard cock out, stroking it, as he waited for the man to come to him.

    The man approached casually and when he was standing between Shaun’s legs he put his hands on his hips and looked down, watching how Shaun stared at his cock, tentatively reached out and held it, fisted the shaft and finally leaned forward and ran his tongue over the head feeling the warm metal protruding through the soft spongy head. Shaun moved toward the man, parting his lips letting the cock slide into his mouth and he felt the metal slide over his tongue. Shaun worked his mouth along the man’s cock always aware of the metal piercing through the head, always sensing it over his tongue or bumping against his teeth. He was careful with this cock, didn’t try to push it from side to side in his mouth instead he keep it centered over his tongue and pushing to the back of his throat. The man’s arousal grew and he grabbed Shaun roughly by the head and began to swing his hips. He fucked Shaun’s mouth, pumped his cock faster and faster and Shaun put his hands on the man’s thighs and took it, every push inward.

    “Can I fuck that ass?” the man asked when he pulled Shaun’s mouth off his cock and forced him to look up into his face.

    “No…I only take it in the mouth” Shaun lied, knowing in his ass he’d not sense the metal, it’d become just another fuck, and he wanted to keep sensing the metal that dangled from the man’s hard cock. It shined wetly in the dim light of the toilet as it hung from the man’s erection until it sank back into Shaun’s mouth, sliding over his tongue and pushing at the back of his throat.

    The man was ready to get off, needed to get off, and he pumped his hips with a rough rapid rhythm that pumped his cock in short thrusts keeping the sensitive head on Shaun’s tongue. Shaun held on to the man’s thighs, kept his eyes closed and let the man use him, pump cock in his mouth until he felt the first wad of cum hit the back of his throat. His mouth was soon filled with cum and he kept his lips tight around the man’s cock as he sucked hard, swallowing the cum and drawing out the last of the man’s load.

    “Jesus…yeah, suck it all out” the man uttered as he finally held still and watched Shaun milk his cock running a fist along the shaft and sucking hard on the head.

    The man pushed Shaun off his cock and tugging him by the hair pulled Shaun’s head back as he leaned down and kissed him, roughly, pushing his tongue into Shaun’s mouth. Shaun was surprised, for this was a first, for all the others only zipped up and at best said thanks as they walked out.

    When the man was gone Shaun sat in the stall stroking his erection, keeping his arousal high and he grew more reckless, leaning forward and tugging his t-shirt off and tossing it over the tank of the toilet. He ran one hand over his stomach, upward over his chest and over each nipple, rubbed his smooth skin, felt his warmth, the softness of his skin and at each nipple he felt the hard center rake over the palm of his hand.

    The door squeaked open and Shaun heard two guys enter joking around, sniggering, and they sounded inebriated. And their voices were familiar making Shaun check to make sure his stall was locked as he sat up and kept watch through the gap around the door. As he watched the two guys come into view going up to the urinals he saw he was right. It was Rusty and George, two guys he had gone through school with but wasn’t really friends with either. They had been the type that were a bit obnoxious, too much the bragging jock, Rusty the quarterback and George a receiver on the football team and now they were off to college, pursuing a degree. Shaun watched the two of them wondering why they were here so late in the night and not in college. He assumed they had been up in Atlanta and on their way home and it dawned on Shaun it was early June and the two of them must be finished with their second year of college.

    Rusty was talking loudly, joking about some girls they ran into at a club and Shaun watched the two of them banter back and forth as they pissed. He watched them through the gap and when he put a hand up to brace himself the door squeaked on its hinges. Rusty and George turned to the stalls and Shaun pulled back and sat in the middle, hidden in the darkness of the stall holding his breath. He heard them snigger.

    “Hey someone is in there” Rusty said loud enough for Shaun to here.

    “He’s really quiet to be shitting” George attempted to whisper but Shaun heard him and the way they laughed.

    “Ssssshhhhhhh” Rusty shushed George and the room grew quiet. Shaun couldn’t tell what the two of them were doing but he knew they were still in the room. He sat quietly and in the middle of the stall not daring to lean over and look out. Then he heard the stall doors on each side of him open and saw their feet as they entered.

    ‘Oh shit’ Shaun thought wondering if the guys were really going to try to get him to suck their cocks and he let the idea form in his mind and ultimately he wondered if he would do it, knowing he would if they gave him the chance. He saw how the two of them just stood in the stalls their feet turned toward the toilet and he leaned forward, slowly, moving down so he could see through the holes and he looked in the stall on his right first and saw it had to be George, for he was stroking a thick dark skinned cock and for a moment he watched as George stroked it, worked his hand along the shaft getting it hard and Shaun watched as the cock he had seen many times in the past in the showers after P.E., one that hung tantalizingly long over his sac, curve upward, grow thicker and the head flare out wide. It didn’t get much longer but did grow fatter and it curved beautifully, arching upward.

    Shaun finally pried his eyes from the hole and turned to the left and he saw Rusty stroking his cock, and it was straight till just before the head and then it bent down slightly. Shaun wondered what it felt like to take a cock with that bend at the end of it and he wondered if it made it better for Rusty.

    “Do you think he wants to suck our cocks” George whispered, still too loud, and the two of them sniggered as Rusty once again shushed him.

    Shaun knew the next move was his if he was going to get to suck George’s cock, the one he really wanted of the two of them and he dropped to his knees careful to not let them see his whole face as he moved to hole on his right and held his open mouth up to it.

    “Goddamn” George whispered and Shaun soon felt George’s cock touch his lips. George was tentative in feeding his cock through the hole and Shaun pushed close to the partition and sucked hard on the head of his cock.

    “Fuck” George exclaimed as he slowly pushed his cock into the suctioning mouth.

    Shaun let George push into his mouth, the curved shaft causing the head to rake over the roof of his mouth as it filled it. George pushed forward till his body was tight to the partition and he held still. Shaun realized he was to do all the work and he worked his mouth on George’s cock, tongued it, ran his lips over the shaft and sank it back into his mouth, pumping his head back and forth. It aroused George till he began to pump his hips, to fuck his cock through the hole and into Shaun’s mouth. The partition squeaked noisily with his efforts and Shaun placed his hands on the partition to brace himself as he let George use his mouth, fuck it with his cock. All too soon George grew frantic, thrust his hips faster, banging them up against the partition and he was breathing hard, grunting with his exertions.

    When George’s cock swell up larger in his mouth cum soon filled it. George didn’t shoot cum from his cock so much as have it pour from the slit, thick streams that filled Shaun’s mouth. When George was finally spent and pulled back from the partition Shaun wickedly held his mouth to the hole and opened it, sticking out his tongue letting George see his cum that coated it thickly.

    “Shit” George exclaimed and Shaun was surprised to feel George’s cock touch his tongue and push over it smearing the cum pushing some back into his mouth. George pumped his cock in Shaun’s mouth till cum drooled out and down his chin.

    George finally pulled back again and Shaun leaned back without turning to the left side, as he sat up afraid Rusty would be looking through and see it was him. When he looked to the hole on the left he saw Rusty had his cock pushed through it waiting eagerly for his blow job. The head was wet and slick and Shaun leaned to it watching as another bead formed at the slit and he licked it off making Rusty’s cock flex up and down.

    Shaun put his lips around the angled head and moved down the shaft letting it move across his tongue. He worked his mouth back and forth a few times and was surprised when Rusty began to fuck, to swing his hips hard, pushing inward then pulling back, over and over. Shaun held his head still and let Rusty fuck his mouth. As Rusty pumped cock into Shaun’s mouth George came out of the far stall and moved to Rusty’s stall opening the door.

    “Let me watch you feed that cocksucker your load” George uttered and it seemed to drive Rusty to fuck harder, to push against the partition roughly. Rusty’s rhythm grew erratic, and he suddenly pulled free and Shaun held his open mouth to the hole as he listened to the noisy fisting of cock, knowing Rusty was stroking himself off so George could watch. Shaun wanted this load as bad as the last, wanted George to watch him take Rusty’s load and he held his mouth and nose right in the hole. He could smell Rusty’s scent, could sense his impeding ejaculation and he stuck out his tongue.

    “Fuck…he wants it bad…shoot that shit…shoot it in his mouth” George stammered as he watched Rusty fist his cock.

    Suddenly a rope of cum spattered over Shaun’s nose, then a second wad hit him on the upper lip, and a third in his open mouth. George was trash talking, telling Rusty to pump that shit out and feed it to him and Rusty moved forward and put his still ejaculating cock into Shaun’s mouth letting him suck the last of the cum from it.

    Rusty pulled back as soon as he was spent and it was only a minute or so and George and he were gone. Shaun sat on the toilet, naked, stroking his cock and he felt cum drip onto his chest and he realized it was dripping down from his face and he licked what he could off with his tongue letting the rest stay on his face or drip down on his chest. He inhaled deeply and caught the strong smell of the cum that covered his face.

    Shaun looked at his watch and saw it was nearly four and it excited him, made him anxious for Adrian would be getting off soon. The woman who took the next shift was oblivious to her surroundings, always had her nose in some romance novel and therefore never noticed Shaun leave, or realized he was even in the men’s toilet, and it was this lack of recognition of her surroundings that probably allowed Adrian the comfort to come into the men’s toilet and let Shaun suck his cock. At four in the morning it was the quietest time, rarely anyone stopping for another hour and Shaun waited excitedly, hoping Adrian would come back and let him suck his cock.

    He waited patiently, slowly moving his fist up and down his cock, so eager to get off after a long night but holding out, waiting, for Adrian to appear. He looked at his watch nearly every minute until, at four minutes after four, he heard the door open. He daringly opened his stall door and dropped to his knees in the opening, his hard cock in hand and watched for whoever had entered to round the corner and come into the room, knowing it had to be, hoping beyond all measure, it was Adrian.

    Adrian rounded the corner wearing a simple plaid shirt and cargo shorts and his bare arms and legs looked so smooth with his dark skin and the light brown hair that lightly dusted his lower legs. Shaun watched Adrian come into the room and stop suddenly surprised to see him out in the open for all the times in the past they played the anonymous game, let Adrian have the comfort, the privacy of the stall, but not tonight, for Shaun wanted to push things further, wanted to see Adrian’s face as he serviced his cock.

    “Ah…you…shouldn’t be out in the open” Adrian said nervously and Shaun realized Adrian didn’t even know his name.

    “It’s okay. No one ever comes in at this hour” Shaun replied as he watched Adrian stand there, processing the scene before him, Shaun completely naked, on his knees, slowly stroking his cock.

    “I have to piss first” Adrian replied and he quickly went to the first urinal and soon Shaun heard the piss hitting the inside of the urinal. He watched Adrian at the urinal thinking about how similar in build they were, tall and lean, and he looked at how Adrian’s ass filled his cargo shorts, curved out seductively and he scanned down Adrian’s legs wanting to feel them brush up against his body when he sucked Adrian’s cock.

    When Adrian turned Shaun saw he had put his cock back into his shorts and it amused him knowing he’d soon have it back out. Adrian came toward him and stood a couple of feet away.

    “Why do you let them cum in your face” Adrian asked, his voice soft and imploring.

    Shaun didn’t know how to respond at first as he saw Adrian was serious but he knew he probably looked a mess, with cum on his face and chest, his knees dirty from being on the floor and he looked down trying to determine how to get Adrian to be with him, the one he truly wanted, of all the men he’d been with tonight, it was Adrian he thought of the most. It was Adrian’s cock, nice and ram rod straight when erect, thick enough his thumb and forefinger just touched when he held it, that was perfect for sucking and he knew if giving the opportunity, perfect for fucking. It was Adrian’s cock he fantasized about the last couple of weeks when he masturbated.

    “I don’t know…I just wanted to please them…and it was what they wanted” Shaun replied.

    Adrian just stood there not saying anything in response.

    “What do you want? I’ll do anything you want Adrian, anything. I want to please you more than any other” Shaun added and he saw Adrian’s eyes grow big with surprise. “You want me to shower first?” Shaun asked.

    Adrian nodded his head yes.

    “Will you shower with me?”

    Again Adrian just nodded but Shaun saw it, a faint smile form on Adrian’s face and he stood up and reached out his hand, slimly with his lube, and took Adrian’s and led him to the far side, to the small open room with shower heads down one wall and a shelf ran the length of the opposite wall with hooks were mounted above. Shaun began to unbutton Adrian’s shirt, working each one through its hole till he could open it up revealing the smooth chest. Shaun ran his hand over Adrian, rubbed the smooth warm skin and felt each nipple grow hard and erect. He ran his hand downward and let his fingers comb through the thin trail of hair that formed at Adrian’s navel and disappeared into his shorts. Shaun began to undo the cargo shorts as Adrian slipped his shirt off hanging it up.

    Shaun dropped to his knees and guided the shorts and boxers down Adrian’s legs and helped him step out of them. He laid them on the shelf and took Adrian by the hand leading him to the last shower head. He got the water warm and eased under the spray, holding his head underneath it, then turning with this back to the spray and he ran his hands down his chest, over his stomach and took his cock stroking it as water cascaded down his body.

    “See what you do to me” Shaun said in a low voice and Adrian stood watching him, his cock beginning to rise up. Shaun reached to the soap dispenser and pumped a handful out and ran it over his chest and stomach, soaping them up. He soaped up his hair and face and finally he soaped up his cock, stroked it a few times with his soap slick hand, and he tugged on his balls, pulled the sac tight looking up at Adrian seeing how Adrian’s cock continued to rise up. Shaun turned to the shower and rinsed the soap out of his hair and from the front of his body. He looked over his shoulder at Adrian.

    “Do my back” Shaun whispered.

    Adrian moved to him, reached out pumping a handful of soap from the dispenser, and began to soap up Shaun’s back, rubbed gently over the shoulders, down along the curvature of Shaun’s spine and down to his round ass. Adrian ran his hands over each cheek, slipped the fingers of one hand down between them, soaping up Shaun’s ass, probing it with his fingers. It felt good to Shaun and he moaned pushing his ass back. Adrian ran his hands around Shaun’s waist and moved them up and down his body as he moved his own up against Shaun’s back and ass. Shaun felt it, Adrian’s cock, almost fully erect, as it pressed against his ass and he reached over his head and ran his fingers through Adrian’s thick brown hair as he felt hands move over his torso, run along his sides up to his armpits. One hand took Shaun by the chin and turned his head sideways and Shaun lowered his arm as he turned back to Adrian and saw him move closer till their lips touched, gently, Adrian’s kiss tentative.

    Adrian pumped his cock against Shaun’s ass, letting it slid upward along the cleft with soap cascading down its length. Shaun pumped his hips against it, as he felt Adrian’s hands move over his chest and he knew Adrian was going to give him the pleasure he really wanted, the sex he desired more than any for he knew Adrian wanted to fuck him, wanted to penetrate him with his cock. Shaun reached back and took Adrian’s cock, pushed it down between his legs and he moved his ass back and forth feeling it stroke him, stroke over the flesh along his ass. Adrian hugged him tightly, clung to him as he pumped his cock between Shaun’s legs, nipping at his ear, moving his lips over Shaun’s neck, along the edge of his hair and back to his ear.

    “Can I…put it in you?” Adrian asked, stammering, his voice nervous.

    Shaun moved to the wall, put his arms against it at head height, his body leaning forward, his ass pushed back, open to Adrian, ready, waiting, eager for the penetration.

    “Yes…please…fuck me Adrian” Shaun whispered and Adrian moved to him, put his cock against his hole and soon he felt it, his hole stretching open letting Adrian slip inside him.

    “Oh fuck” Shaun cried out as he pushed back meeting Adrian’s push forward taking all of him, every inch. Adrian wrapped his arms around Shaun’s waist and began to drive his hips, to move them back and forth, fucking Shaun, driving his cock deep within him. Shaun felt lips on his neck, felt them kiss his flesh as Adrian clung to his body and thrust cock into his hole. The penetration had been so easy, not like others that initially hurt, for Shaun wanted Adrian, wanted to feel their bodies locked together, Adrian’s cock deep within him and he moved his body with Adrian, the two of them undulating with their fuck, flesh against flesh, hotly rubbing over each other till Adrian began to breathe hard, to fuck harder and Shaun pushed his ass back and took it, the faster pace, the way Adrian thrust into his hole. Adrian reached down and took Shaun in his hand and stroked in rhythm with his fuck, his fist pounding down hard as he drove his hips forward slamming his cock into Shaun’s depths. Shaun couldn’t take it, not this final stimulation and he came, hard, shooting wads of cum against the wall and finally the last of his load down on the floor as Adrian continued to stroke his cock, keeping it hard, keeping Shaun wound up, sensitive to every touch, every thrust of cock in his hole. Adrian put his head in the nape of Shaun’s neck, his breath hot on the skin, and he drove his hips hard into Shaun’s ass.

    Shaun knew this was different, the way he wasn’t on his knees sucking Adrian, instead he was taking his fuck, letting Adrian hold him, their bodies locked together, moving as one.

    “Oh…” Adrian uttered and he grunted hard with every forward thrust as he pumped his cum into Shaun. He slowed the swing of his hips as the last of his load dribbled out inside of Shaun and his cock smeared its way through it with his final strokes till he was spent.

    “Goddamn that was hot” a voice boomed out, echoing in the shower room and Adrian and Shaun jerked around to see a man standing at the entrance to the room, cock in hand, slowly stroking it as the last of his cum drooled down to the floor.

    Shaun was at the middle stall holding his t-shirt looking for his shorts, about to panic at the thought someone took them. He looked in the left stall and saw them on the floor, wet with cum and smeared with the grime of the floor. He was alone in the room and could hear the shower running of the voyeur who had watched Adrian and him fuck. Adrian had dressed quickly, worried at being caught, but when he saw the man was turned to the wall he had leaned toward Shaun and kissed him quickly before running out. It pleased him the way Adrian had gave him such a good fuck.

    Shaun  held the gym shorts and t-shirt hating to put the dirty things back on but he slipped the gym shorts up his legs and let them ride low on his waist, the smell of cum rising up to his nose reminding him of his antics. He held up the t-shirt and decided to just carry it and he eased out of the toilet and through the back door. He heard the trucker fueling up laugh as he moved away from the building to his car. He was exhausted, ready to get home and to bed.


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  • Each Time a Little Less

    I hunched down and looked away from the sentry as I walked through Kadena’s Gate Two into Kozo City. It was a little silly, as the sentries knew that any airman walking into Kozo City in the early evening like this was looking for the bars-and for sex. And, if anything, they were wishing they were too.

    But the nature of the sex I was looking for had me slightly embarrassed, even though the sentries wouldn’t have the foggiest notion what I sought. Well, one or two of them might. I was pretty free with my dick among the other airmen on the air force base in Okinawa-and I hadn’t had any complaints.

    But in the last couple of weeks leading up to what I assumed would be a bleak New Year’s Eve all alone on the other side of the world from any fun, I’d been going out of the base looking for anything that would pull me out of my end-of-year funk.

    I’d found Papasan’s bar behind Mamasan’s bar, and I’d taken on a whole new interest-small, brown, boyish men. Really tight holes. Can’t find many of them on an air base servicing jets. It takes a lot of muscle buildup and a pretty big man to service an air force jet.

    Mamasan’s wasn’t too far into Kozo City, but it was far enough that I’d gotten plenty of offers of “a good time” before I got there. It was almost like the B-girls had a sense of the big wad of yen I had in my pocket. Of course, they might also have taken that bulge as evidence that I was hung-and excited to see them. Well, I was hung, if pretty much indifferent to what they considered their charms. It was a rough, jaded crowd out here on the red-light district strip. Given the choice, I’m sure they’d all want to go for the wad of Japanese money I was carrying.

    I wondered how much this time. That’s what I had been noticing the three times I’d done this. Each time it was a little less. If I reupped my tour on Kadena, I wondered if Takis eventually would be paying me for it.

    Brushing two rouged figures off that I wasn’t even sure were women, I dipped into Mamasan’s bar. It was just like most every bar on the strip. Dim lighting, with colored lights in sconces around the walls; a long bar with a bamboo front and two overly painted, flat-faced and somewhat squat Okinawan women behind it-topless and jiggling big jugs as they shook the jiggers of whatever drink they were concocting.

    The only bow to New Year’s was on strand of “Happy New Year’s” tinsel that looked like it may have been up there since the 1980s.

    There was a smattering of men-all Americans from the air base; no Okinawan patrons allowed in this bar-slouched at small, round tables, with at least two B-girls in attendance at each, one in a Japanese kimono, because some men got off on that, and one in a barely painted on miniskirt and halter top. East or West, your choice-or both together, if you have the yen for it.

    A few humping couples on the small dance floor, swaying against each other, little attempt to disguise the in and out of that particular dance between the disheveled folds of clothing. A lighted stage beyond the dance floor, with panties-only girls making love to poles-at least until the panties came off. The music was piped in.

    I gestured my noninterest in this section of the bar to whatever old, fat woman was parading as Mamasan this evening. She just stepped back and didn’t hinder my progress to the doorway at the back of the bar covered in a beaded curtain. I’d been here three times before, brought the first time by a dishwasher at the NCO club I was fucking and, who, it turned out, was a patron recruiter for Papasan’s.

    I didn’t resent his bringing me there; I was grateful-and I still fucked him back on base when I felt like it and he was available. Small, brown body. A hole that opened right up for my big cock, but a talent for squirming and crying out like I was splitting him. He put me right in the mood.

    Through the beaded curtain, past doors to rooms off either side of the corridor-private places to do your business for an extra fee, although from the looks of what was going on in Mamasan’s, not many were too embarrassed to lap a “hostess” and do her right at a table or pull her close on the dance floor, readjust clothing, and enter her there, swaying against her and moving their cock inside her to the beat of the piped-in music.

    Through another beaded curtain and into a smoke-filled, dimly lit bar room much like Mamasan’s except that everyone was male-even those dressed as women were, or at some time had been, male. The two barmen were expatriate Westerners rather than Okinawans. They were stripped to the waist, one muscled, one lithe, appealing to whoever.

    The “hosts” here were a mixed bag. Some Japanese-or Okinawan, which was much the same thing. More Filipinos. A Thai or two. The latter more expensive than the others, as, I was told, they had “specialties.” A few expatriate Westerners. Even an off-duty airmen or two. This had surprised me until the last time when I’d been hit with an offer to work part time there too. It was flattering, but I hadn’t given it much thought.

    “You huge; and balls like cannon balls,” the papasan on duty had said, not talking about my physique, although I had enough pride and worked on my body enough to take the compliment in that area too. But as he had coaxed me, back to the wall of the corridor, and had me unzipped and was giving me a hand job as I was leaving the last time, I knew what part of me he was referring to.

    “No, no,” I’d said. “I no pay for this.”

    “No pay, no,” he’d said. “My pleasure, you so big. You make a lot of money here,” he had concluded. “And lots of jism,” he’d added, with obvious approval, as I came for him. “You maybe fuck bareback if money good enough?”

    That papasan hadn’t been Japanese. He was Russian, I think. Bigger than me, and a handsome, well-muscled devil. Once he’d gotten me up against the wall and had fisted my cock, I was willing to let him finish me off. I’d thought he’d suck it, which would have been nice, but I found the hand job nice as well.

    He had said he’d suck it but then backed off when I wasn’t showing interest in working for him.

    Tonight, it was the same Russian papasan as the last time-maybe the very papasan or record who actually owned the joint? I slipped him some money off the meaty roll of yen as I entered the barroom. He looked at the size of the roll and smiled. I gave him enough to cover a private room as well as his entrance fee, and he smiled for me again and said, “Room 3; go there with me first maybe? For you, free, if you let me hide it for you.”

    As he was saying that, he stuffed what I’d given him back into the pocket of my shirt. He unbuttoned my shirt and ran a hand inside, onto my chest. The hand was surprisingly smooth for a bruiser that big. And arousing. He knew exactly what to fondle and to tweak to get the maximum response.

    It was enough arousal for me to let him show me the room rather than just for me to take for granted it was back there and I could find it on my own. I’d been there before. I can’t say I didn’t know he’d want more once we got there or that I wasn’t interested in what it might be.

    Room 3 was much like the room had been the previous two times. It might even have been the same room. The same black-vinyl-covered, padded studio bed in the center. Two black, facing walls, mirrored ceiling; one wall, facing one side of the studio bed also fully mirrored, the mirror surface dull, though, with blemishes. Splashes of something, hardened. Probably semen, given the venue.

    The opposite wall some sort of movie screen across which danced the silhouettes of two, closely engaged hunky men. Two thick-metal hoops hanging from the ceiling, one over the bed and one off to the side. I hardened up, remembering how I’d helped use them before.

    The Russian pushed me gently down on the bed and sat next to me. He was wearing a kimono-like robe, with a thick obi-sash-around his waist that, when he undid it and pushed it to the floor, caused the robe to open wide. He was naked under the robe, hard muscled, his cock in erection.

    He moved an arm around me and dipped me to the side, searching for my mouth with his. But I turned my face away from him, and his mouth went down to my chest, my shirt having already been unbuttoned out in the bar room. He unzipped my trousers and fished my cock out. If he hadn’t been so fast doing that, and if my cock hadn’t remembered the last time he did that, I might have gotten him out of the room and saved all my cum for later. I didn’t come here to have sex with him.

    “You can stroke me too,” he murmured from inside the thatch of hair on my pecs, as he took possession of my cock and began stroking it.

    I answered with what I hoped was a polite demur. It wasn’t what I had come for. I had come for Takis. But the Russian was nice too. He’d given me a good hand job before. He was giving me a good hand job now.

    When he told me what he had in mind and started to manhandle me, I let him know that I topped, exclusively. He laughed a low, guttural laugh and said that he supposed so, considering the size of my equipment and the cockiness of my walk.

    He didn’t exhibit any resentment, content, at least outwardly, with sucking me off this time-which he showed was a real talent of his. He went down on his knees, pressing my legs open with his big, soft Russian hands gripping my knees, and his mouth went over the bulb of my cock.

    My bulb is oversized, and for several moments before moving farther down the engorging shaft, he held the rim of the glans lightly in his teeth and sucked hard on the bulb, flicking the tip of his tongue into the pressed-open piss slit. Giving a guttural laugh at the long moan I responded to his attentions with, he let me lower my back on the narrow bed, with my head flopping over the other side.

    By looking at the ceiling, I could watch his head move up and down as he slid his mouth down the sides of the cock and then back up to suck hard on the bulb again before descending on the cock once more. I lost sight of that, though, when I grabbed his head between my hands to help control the movement of his mouth down and up my shaft. I didn’t want him to leave now. It no longer was just about coming for Takis. I needed the Russian to finish me.

    His hands glided up my torso, his fingers finding and rubbing and pinching my nipples until, with a jerk and an exclamation, I came down his throat.

    He stood and offered his cock for suck, but I indicated I wasn’t interested. I had come for Takis, not the Russian. I’d gotten off. The need for the Russian had then evaporated.

    He took my refusal without rancor and asked me again if I wanted to work there-that I could only top, if I wanted to-that there were many who would want a cock like I had inside them. He commented again on the amount of ejaculate I produced, and mentioned the possibility of barebacking again. Once more I was flattered, and moaning low, because, while referring to my cock, he was holding it in his hand again and slowly stroking it. I recover quickly, which he seemed to appreciate.

    I needed to get him to stop, though. I didn’t want to give it all to the Russian.

    I told him I hadn’t made up my mind about working there occasionally. He repeated that he wanted to fuck me, noting that he had returned the entrance fee and the room fee to me-and that he’d given me a blow job that others would pay well for.

    Not wanting to anger him, I complimented him on the blow job, but noted that I hadn’t asked for it. Taking the hint, though, I pulled out my cash wad and gave him the entrance fee again-but not the cost of the room. He was satisfied with this, and I already was paying less than I had the last time I was here.

    I didn’t really have any intention of working here, but I wanted to spin out the offer as long as possible to see how much I could get for less cost each time I appeared. Under the right circumstances and money coming back to me, I could go farther the next time. I hadn’t always been a top exclusively.

    But maybe, too, the Russian would be willing to bottom for me with the possibility that I’d say yes to working there. I had a feeling, though, that once I’d said yes, been identified to the local conveniently looking-the-other-way police force as an employee, and shown up for work, he’d take me into one of these rooms and work me over any way he wanted to. He was being much too polite and reasonable about it.

    I went back to the beaded curtain of the doorway leading into Papasan’s bar with him. Takis was on one of the poles on the stage. A small, berry-brown young man of perfect proportions. Not a full-blooded Okinawan, I was sure, as they ran to being squat and many had flat faces. His hair was an auburn red, and I’m not sure it was dyed. If it was, I had ascertained on the first visit that he’d dyed it all over. From the delicate beauty of his features, I’d say that he was mixed race-mixed with some Western background.

    He was wearing only a gold lamé jock strap and was making languid love to the pole. Of the three dancers, he was the most artistic and the most flexible. He was everything arousing and desirable that I dreamed of since I found the charms of small Oriental men. That’s why I was here for the third time. This was why I was playing the Russian papasan.

    The papasan caught Takis’ attention and gestured at me and then back toward the bank of rooms behind the beaded curtain, holding up three fingers to designate the room assignment. Takis smiled and worked his way off the pole just like the end of his set was preplanned for this withdrawal.

    The Russian leaned over to me, putting a hand on one of my butt cheeks and squeezing as he named another price in my ear-unless, of course, I wanted to remain in Room 3 for him to fuck after I was finished with Takis. I smiled and whispered, “Not tonight.” As a test, I only gave him half of what he requested. And he let that be enough. Once again a lesser amount than the time before. So far so good.

    “You tease me,” he murmured in my ear as he slid away toward the entrance to wave off one of the hosts and to take his position again. “It makes me want you more. I know you come back and let me fuck you. I give good fuck.”

    If his hand and blow job talents were any indication, I didn’t doubt that he gave good fuck.

    “You let me fuck you and then maybe,” I answered back.

    The expression he was wearing on his face as he moved away indicated that maybe he’d consider it. If he did, I was game. I liked them small and almost feminine like Takis. But I didn’t mind them big and hard muscled either. A channel was a channel, and, with what I was packing, I could make the big ones squirm and scream too.

    I was sitting on the bed in Room 3, facing the mirrored wall, while Takis was dancing for me, starting from the middle of the room and working his way over toward me. When he was almost touching my knees with his, he stood there gyrating slowly until I took the wad of yen out of my trousers pocket. I had zipped up, but my shirt was still open, my dog tags dangling on my chest.

    I extracted a few bills and tucked them into the waistband of his jock strap. He ran his hand up my chest, closed his fist over the dog tags and gave them a tug or two, and then moved his hand down to touch the wad of bills again. All the time his face was smiling and he was licking his lips and puckering them up into air kisses.

    His hips were gyrating slowly-side to side and toward me and back. Two more bills in his waistband and I ran my hand over his basket-as he did mine, without any objection from him. He turned his bare butt to me and waved it over my lap until I inserted bills in the back of his waistband.

    Full frontal again, with his hands gliding over my bare chest and mine over his, him giving me a lap dance over my lap, but off the surface of my thighs. More air kisses and a tongue in one of my ears. More bills in the waistband and he was unzipping me and pulling my engorged cock out. I leaned over, took the curve of his cock through the gold lamé pouch in my mouth, and slid my teeth down along the curve. His hand left my cock and moved to cover the hand holding the wad of yen.

    I pulled off several more bills and moved to stuff those in his already-stuffed waistband, but he took them in his hand and let them float to the floor. Unsnapping his waistband at either side, he let the jock strap fall to the floor as well-accompanied by a downward flutter of all the bills I’d stuffed in there already.

    I didn’t stop him when his hand reached over and pulled four more bills off the wad of yen. After letting them float to the floor at his feet, he put his small, delicate hands on the back of my head and pulled my face toward his groin. I opened my mouth over his small, thin, but now-hard cock and slid all the way down. And then back up and down. He arched away from me, letting his arms dangle at his side, in symbolic surrender, as I supported his small body with hands gripping his waist at the flare of his buttocks.

    He moaned, the first sound he’d made since we’d entered the room. He was moving in a languid dance, his thighs encasing mine, me scooted as far off the edge of the bed as I dared. I palmed his buttocks and spread the cheeks, the index finger of each hand searching for, finding, and entering his ass channel. He wriggled his buttocks for me, helping the fingers to sink deeper.

    He murmured in Japanese and then whispered a few, accented English phrases-the usual, “Yes, do me like that, soldier,” “fuck, yes,” “Oh, shit that’s good” phrases that seemed incongruent coming from such a small, boyish Oriental. I sensed movement and let my eyes lift as I continued to suck him off to find that I could see my cock-stuffed face in the mirror across the room. He had arched back and placed the palms of his hands on the floor behind him. The flexibility of him-imagining how that could be put into play-heightened my arousal.

    I let my fingers sink deeper into his channel and started teasing it open. He moaned deeply and wriggled his butt.

    I worked his little cock with my mouth for several minutes, but he didn’t come for me. I ached to give attention to my own throbbing dick, but my hands were occupied with squeezing his butt cheeks and opening his channel.

    He made the next move, bringing his body up and moving away from me. Just a few feet but just beyond my reach. He stood there, smiling, gyrating, and dancing in place, waiting. I knew what he was waiting for. I’d gotten clued into this move during the previous visits. More bills came off the wad and floated to the floor.

    He moved back in, encasing my thighs in his, bending down and taking my mouth with his in a sweet-tasting kiss, while both of his hands went to encasing my cock, one hand over the other, not fully encasing what I was swinging, though. A thumb pressed on the piss slit and I shuddered. Now I was moaning, fully aroused by receiving the cock attention I’d been aching for.

    He straddled my thighs coming down into my lap and encasing both of our cocks in his hand. Squeezing and stroking. We kissed again, and then he lowered his face to between my pecs and pressed me back with the pressure of his head. I still had my hands palming his butt cheeks, but now I had to move them to behind me to keep my torso inclined back, off the bed, straining to watch our coupling in the mirror across the room.

    His mouth went to my nipples and then to my dog tags, which he took in his mouth and sucked and tugged on with a slurping noise that made my cock bounce. If my cock could scream, “Me, me, suck me!” it would have done so.

    Takis was in complete control. That was new to me in a fuck-except for when I had visited him before. Each time with him it was something new, something devised and controlled by him-and totally arousing. It probably was why I kept coming back to him.

    We remained in that position, me moving toward an ejaculation, until I realized that this was going to be the end, a hand job ending in an ejaculation, unless and until more money floated to the floor.

    When it did, he virtually jumped up off my lap and moved over to the metal hoop that was hanging from the ceiling across the room. He grabbed the ring on either side and pulled himself up, off the floor and into the ring, belly on the bottom of the ring, both his torso and legs hanging down. On my last visit, he’d sat in the ring, the small of his back on the ring and his buttocks pushed out to receive me, and draped his legs over my shoulders while I fucked him.

    His bending double over the ring on his belly was a use of the device I’d never imagined, although I’d tried to imagine a few uses of the ring myself. His hands went back to pull his own butt cheeks apart and give me a clear view of the puckering bud of his channel opening. The entrance was pulsating invitingly, and I figured out without any trouble that it was beckoning for my tongue.

    He writhed and moaned and talked dirty to me in that funny little accent of his while I ate out his sweet hole.

    When I couldn’t take any more, I went back to the bed, slipped out of my trousers, and sat on the edge of the bed. I’d taken the wad of yen, smaller than when I walked in, but still thick, out of my trousers, extracted a wad of bills larger than any I’d taken out before, and beckoned to him, with the hand holding the yen extended toward him. I could see him looking at me from between his perfectly formed little, spread legs as he was bent over the bottom of the ring.

    He stared at me and smiled.

    More bills came off the wad. Then he was off the ring and kneeling in front of me. I showered his head with the bills, which floated down all around him to the floor.

    He placed his small hands on my knees, spread my thighs, and lowered his mouth on my throbbing cock. He couldn’t seem to get the entire bulb in his mouth at first. And then he could. And then the struggle with the girth and length of the cock. And then he could, expertly deepthroating me. Showing that he’d been to the same cock-sucking school the Russian papasan had.

    When I felt I was about to come-and he felt it too, he pulled off the cock and looked up at me expectantly. Obviously, this far only with what I’d spent. He was signaling that he would get me off-but with his mouth. No farther without more yen.

    I showered him with more yen.

    I have no idea where the condom came from, but it was in his mouth and he was expertly rolling it down my shaft with his lips and tongue. I almost came then. But, sensing that I was close, he stopped half way down and held until the urge had passed over me.

    The ring hanging down from the ceiling over the studio bed was for him to grip with his hands while, facing me, he lifted and lowered his channel on my cock. Our lips had been locked until I decided to play with his nipples with my teeth. My hands, at least initially, were palming his butt cheeks again, spreading them, dealing with the difficulty of getting a cock of my size into a channel of his size.

    Of course he eventually accommodated me all the way down. He did the work of raising and lowering himself on the cock. I let him. I’d paid for it-and he was wearing me out. The little bugger had even more stamina than I did. I’d be embarrassed if it wasn’t such a turn on.

    When he reversed himself, facing away from me, with me watching him raise and lower himself on the cock in the mirror across the room, I fisted and stroked his cock hard, and, finally, he came for me. Then he went into overdrive in fucking himself on my cock, and, me obviously tired before he was, I laid back on the bed, my head flopped over the far side, watching him do his gymnastics in the mirror on the ceiling until I too, came and came and came, every dribble of cum pulled out of me by Takis’ talents.

    Afterward he told me I was the best. I told him I thought he was pretty damn good too.

    I didn’t count what was left in the wad of yen until I was back through the gates of Kadena and was safely in Little America again.

    I grinned when I’d done the count. I’d spent less than the previous time. Each time a little less. Each time Takis required a little less to perform all the way for me.

    I think Takis likes me.


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  • Cum whore

    After swallowing a load of cum from each of the college jocks, it made a total of 5 loads for the evening so far. As the guys pulled their cocks away from my mouth we heard, “Look what we have here, a group of fags.” I glanced toward the door to the rest stop john door and saw three guys who looked like they were on the way home from a job in a factory. There work shirts and pants were covered in grease. The type of labor they did had built bodies that other people paid gyms and trainers to achieve. The two college jocks ran out of the john, so it was just me and the three laborers.

    It was obvious that the guy who spoke was the alpha of the group because he stepped forward and spoke again, “I guess your faggot friends aren’t interested in getting some real man cock.” He pawed the bulge in his work pants as did his friends. Like their bodies and their calloused hands, their cocks looked large. Each of the guys were over 6′ and each had to weigh around 200 pounds. Compared to by 5’10” well-built body of about 165 pounds they looked like giants.

    “Show me how much you want my man meat you faggot.” Since I was already on my knees I skidded over to the alpha just inches from the front of his work pants. “Open my pants.” I undid his belt, unsnapped them and then pulled his zipper down. His boxers were tented by his hardening cock.

    “Carl, watch the door and let me know if anyone is coming.” One of the guys had a disappointed look on his face but did what he was told and moved over to the door and looked through the small opening he created by opening the door just an inch or two. The third man kept rubbing the front of his pants.

    “Take it out, cocksucker, I know you want it.” I pulled out a large, thick cock. “Suck it.” I took the head into my mouth and tasted his sweat from a hard day of labor. “More”, he ordered. I took about half of his cock into my mouth and rubbed my tongue against the bottom of his mushroom shaped head. “That’s it boy. You do know how to take care of a real man’s cock.” I swallowed more of his cock. The alpha put his hands on my head holding me still and pushed the rest of his cock into my mouth. It hit the back of my throat causing him to moan.

    “Clark, someone’s coming.”

    “Shit.” Clark, the alpha, pulled his cock out and yanked me to my feet. “Go outside and wait for us, I know you want to finish the job.” I arranged myself and walked out of the john and saw a handsome man approaching. He was about my size and weight with amazing combination of blue eyes and black hair. He was checking out my body as he moved in my direction. As I passed the water fountain, I again leaned down to get a drink making sure he saw the rip in the ass of my jeans. The handsome man slowed as he walked by but then continued on to the john.

    The tree guys from the john exited separately and moved toward me. Clark said, “Follow me.” He went behind the john. There was a single light attached to the building that showed the outline of a couple of picnic tables and a barbeque grill. Clark walked up to the back of the building and leaned against the wall. He pulled out his cock “finish me off faggot.” I came over to him and lowered myself to my knees and took his whole cock back into the mouth. His friends continued to rub their crotches as they watching. I could see a wet stain on the third guy’s pants.

    “You know, I think I want to give you may load in your pussy instead of your mouth faggot.” Clark pulled his cock out of my mouth. “Why don’t you take care of my friends here before I let you feel a real man’s cock up your ass.”

    Both other guys pulled their cocks out at the same time and began to argue about who got my mouth first. Clark made the decision and told Carl he could feed me first. He took Clark’s place against the wall and stroked his cock inches from my face. Carl had a pretty good sized cock as well, not as big as Clark’s but thicker. I really had to open my mouth wide to get the head beyond my lips. I made sure to cover my teeth with my lips. His cock was so thick I was afraid I was going to scrape his cock. Carl’s cock also had the funk of long, sweaty day of work.

    Both Clark and the third guy were stroking their cocks as Carl tried to push more of his cock into my mouth. Clark moved toward me and put his hand on the back of my head and pushed forward. I could barely breathe since Carl’s dick was so thick but Clark kept pushing so more and more of the cock was in my mouth. I tilted my head in such a way that I was able to breathe through my nose. Clark started moving my head so that Carl’s cock was sliding in and out of my mouth. Clark would stop when the head of Carl’s cock was getting ready to leave my lips.

    “That’s right fucker, suck my friend’s cock, he’s never been sucked by a faggot before and we both know that faggots suck better than any woman out there.”

    Soon I didn’t need Clark’s hand pushing and pulling me on Carl’s cock. I had my hands on each side of him like I was doing pushups on his cock. Carl yelled out “fuck man, this feels so fucking good.”

    “Shut up asshole, do you want someone to come back here and find us with this cocksucker?”

    Clark stopped stroking his cock and told the third guy to stop as well. “We don’t want to waste our loads when the pussy boy obviously wants them.”

    On one of my moves backward on Carl’s cock he began shooting a thick load of man seed. It was a huge amount and it was difficult for me to swallow all of it but I did. Carl said “thanks man, that felt unbelievable.”

    “You don’t thank a cocksucker for taking care of you asshole, that’s what they are here for, to take care of us. Now I want to find out how good your boy pussy is faggot. Lean up against the picnic table.” He pointed to the closest table. As I leaned forward against it, he stuck his finger into the rip in the back of my jeans. “Shit, your ass feels as soft as a baby’s butt.” He let his fingers wander there for a minute. “Take your jeans off faggot.” I undid the buttons of my jeans and pushed them down my legs stopping at my ankles. “Take them all the way off.” I did and then Clark pushed me back down on the table while kicking my legs farther apart. He started to rub his still saliva covered cock along my ass cheek. “Guys, I’m going to show you guys how to fuck a faggot. Unlike a woman you don’t need to be gentle and sweet, you can just pound away at a faggot, they love it.”

    As Clark slide his cock along the ass crack again he found my hole and stopped. Just as he said he rammed his cock into my waiting hole. I moaned loving the feeling of being full and used in such a way. “Didn’t I tell you guys, he loves it.”

    It had to be at least five minutes that Clark kept pounding my ass. I could feel the sweat slide from his chest on to my ass. With each stroke his cock hit my prostate and each time I wanted to cum but I held back knowing that I wanted to cum when he did. All of a sudden I felt empty, Clark had pulled his cock from my ass and pulled me away from the table. He told the third buy “come here.” Clark leaned back on the table with is back on the table as far forward as he could get without his ass falling off the table. “Climb up and ride my cock with your pussy.”

    I straddled over Clark’s midsection and moved so that the tip of his hot, rigid cock was against my hole. I felt the head pop through my ass lips. I slowly lowered myself until I had his cock all the way in my ass. Again, I felt so full I moved again. Clark kept moving so his we were closer and closer to the edge of the table. Even though I was focused on his cock, it did seem like we close to the edge. Clark told the third guy to grab his legs and hold them up. “Ok, now, put the head of your cock against his hole and my cock.”

    “No fucking way man, I don’t want to be rubbing against your cock.”

    “Come on man, haven’t you ever wanted to double fuck someone? Really show them who’s in charge. Now’s your chance. Put your cock against his hole.”

    I had never been double fucked before. At least it wasn’t the guy with the really thick cock that was going to be a part of a team. I tried to stop and climb off of Clark before it began but the feeling of his cock all the way up my ass felt too good to really stop. I could feel the tip of the third guy’s cock touch the edge of my hole. I felt its pressure along with the pressure of base of Clark’s cock.

    “Come on dude, push some in.” I felt more pressure, it felt like my ass was going to rip open. I slide up on Clark’s cock and felt more of the third guy’s cock against my hole. As I started to slide down the pain of the head of his cock trying to enter me was extreme but now I wanted to find out what it felt like to have two cocks in my ass at the same time. I slide up again and when I started to slide down the third guy pushed a bit harder and a bit more of the head of his cock pushed through. I rose up again and this time when I came down the third guy’s cock head entered my ass. I wanted to scream in pain and pleasure but didn’t want to have anyone come to see if someone was hurt. I stopped moving and took a couple of deep breathes to calm myself. Based on our positions, the size of their cocks and the tautness of my ass, I couldn’t get more than the head of the third man’s cock into me, but I was able to start to move in such a way that Clark’s cock would rub against the third man’s head as I rode Clark. Clark had his hands on my hips pulling me down. Clark’s eyes were closed and I imagined the other guy’s were too. The pleasure was just too much for each of us. As Clark hit my prostate again, I shot a load of cum over the top of his head without even touching myself. As I came my ass tightened up around both cocks in my ass causing them to fill me with two loads of sperm. Carl, who had been stroking the whole time that this double fuck had been going on groaned as he dropped his second load of the night.

    “Jesus fucking Christ, I never seen anything like that before. His ass was eating both of your cocks.”

    The third guy stepped back and his cock left my ass with a pop. Clark’s cock stayed hard so I continued to tighten my ass around it. Holding me tight, Clark sat up while keeping me on his cock. To keep from falling I wrapped my arms around the man’s neck. The guy was as strong as a horse because he stood up, holding me on his cock. He turned around so he was facing the table and laid me back down and started fucking my ass like it was the last one he was going to have. I was slick with the two loads of cum I had just received so his cock glided in and out of my ass with ease.

    “Yeah, I was right when I thought you’d be a good fucker. I’m glad those two other guys ran out on you. Wouldn’t have been as much fun if we all had to fight for your ass.”

    With each thrust against my prostate my dick got harder and harder until I shot another load on to Clark’s chest as he gave my ass another of his loads of hot, creamy sperm. He pulled out of my ass, bent down and picked up my jeans and wiped his cock and his chest of both his sperm and mine.

    Clark turned to his friends, “time to go boys, I think we deserve a couple of beers before we go home.” Turning to me, “you did all right cocksucker, I hope we see you out here again.” They walked around the building and were gone while I just leaned against the picnic table breathing hard.

    I put my jeans back on and headed toward the front of the building. The guy with the blue eyes and black hair was standing in the shadows. He must have been watching us the whole time because he was stroking a nice size cock. I looked around, got on my knees just in time to get his load. I wanted him to stay around but he went back to his car.

    The man I had seen earlier sitting in his car when I arrived was still there. I stopped for a drink of water again, showing off my ass, and then turned back and locked eyes with the guy. He got out of his car and walked toward the john. As he passed me he smiled and kept on walking until he entered the john. I turned and followed, I was up for a few more loads of cum.

    Be Well,

    Chad

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