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  • A Wild Night of Hot Sex with Male Go-Go Dancers

    The neat Bjorn C in a recent comment on one of my stories said that he especially loved my stories to warm him up for the cold winter months. Well, Bjorn, this story is especially written to keep you warm in the cold north land.

    During spring semester of our senior year in college, three of my 22-year-old buddies and me drove to New York City for a weekend of drinking and wild partying as we looked for some hot man pussy. We booked a hotel room for the weekend before going out for the Friday night adventures. At about 11 PM after bar hoping, we went to a gay nightclub to watch the hot male Go-Go dancers. The master-of-ceremonies introduced four hot guys on stage ranging in age from 20 to 24. Each dancer was given 15 minutes to perform very naughty dances. They were clad only in bright red and pink silk tight dancing shorts. Man they were steamy hot. The club was packed with an audience of really horny gay guys. The smell of male hormones was so arousing.

    The dancers were young gorgeous athletic types with gym smooth bodies carrying big packages between their thighs. One dancer was a dark handsome Italian (show name of “Rocky”), a second hot dancer was a redheaded Irishman (show name of “Lucky”), a third stud was a Frenchman with dark brown hair (show name of “Happy”) and the fourth dude and my favorite was a hot blond blue-eyed Swede (show name of “Cocky”).

    We were lucky to get front row seats by paying a little extra fee. The show began with “Rocky”, the Italian, taking the stage and he was built like a brick house. He moved across the stage with lightening speed but with grace. Next “Lucky”, the Irishman, took over and he danced with the grace of a swan. When he had finished, the audience had cocks hard as rocks. It was “Happy”, the Frenchman, who took over. He bucked like an angry bull showing off his huge manhood (looked like a horse cock in those shorts). Finally, my favorite studs the blond “Cocky”, the Swede, took charge and he danced and moved across the stage as if he were gliding through the clouds. I just about shot a load in my pants.

    Each dancer flirted with the horny guys in the audience often putting their crotches just inches from the guy’s faces in the audience. Many audience members stuffed five, ten or twenty dollar bills in the dancers shorts. Me and my buddies spent several dollars rewarding the dancers by stuffing their shorts as well. The audience yelled, hooted and whistled at the sexy dancers dreaming of getting into those hotties’ shorts.

    The room was filled with with the smell of testosterone hormonal odors. Many fans began rubbing their own crotches and gradually unzipped their pants, pulled their stone hard cocks out of their pants and began jacking off. Several guys grabbed their buddies cock as they masturbated each other. This was the hottest place I’d ever been.

    I confess that my buddies and I joined in the fun. We unzipped our pants, pulled out our big rock hard cocks and took turns masturbating each other. Man this was turning into a great evening. I felt the seminal fluid from the pre-cum of my pals cocks.

    During the final dance by “Cocky, the blond hunk with the smooth silk hairless skin, began concentrating on me as he pushed his well-endowed crotch actually onto my lips. I lost control as I took my tongue and dove into his crotch that smelt like cum and sweat. His shorts were wet. I felt his cock growing and bobbing in those shorts. I was in violation of the club rules. At that point, hell, I didn’t give a shit about the rules. I was in lust. “Cocky” gave me the most seductive smile. I was sure he wanted to either fuck me or have me fuck him. Man I was ready. I placed a $50 bill in his shorts along with a sexy note with my name and cell phone number. He gave me one more hard thrust with his crotch. I could have married him at that moment.

    When the show ended around 1:00 AM, we went back to our hotel carrying huge bulges in our pants. We needed to get our rocks off.

    In about five-minutes after getting back to our hotel, my cell phone rang. I answered: “Hello, this is Eric.”

    “Hi Eric, this is Cocky from the nightclub. I got your note and I’m as horny as hell. You turn me on like no one before. Man you are hot. Thanks for that tongue in m y crotch tonight and the $50 bill. You’re a real stud. I bet you are an athlete. I love that slim body, the big muscles, the sky blue piercing eyes, dirty blond/strawberry hair and wow you have a big package in those pants. I was wondering if my three buddies and I could come over for some hot sex? You all are very hot studs. I bet you all are on a college team. Where are you staying?”

    I got an instant growing stiff dick as I replied: ‘Hell yea, Cocky. We’re at the Blue Diamond Hotel, room 650. How soon can you get here? My buddies and I are burning with lust for you hot dancers. No beating around the bush, we want to fuck.”

    “Fuck Eric, I just got stone hard. I want you as my fuck buddy when we get there. The other guys can select their fuck buddy. We can be there in about 15 minutes. Get ready to fuck man.”

    I told my buddies and they all gave a big yell out: “Fuck yea, lets have a night of man pussy and dicks.”

    In about 15 minutes the door bell rang and I answered. There stood the four hot dudes. I invited them in. We introduced ever one and moved into the living room of the big suite. We spent some time sharing information about our backgrounds as we drank some beer. The big question was how we would pair off for steamy sex? It was not long before it became clear that Cocky was my fuck buddy for the night. Butch, a 190 pound wrestler at our college, who was seated next to Rocky, the handsome Italian, had already begun engaging in sloppy kissing would team up. Chad, a cute Native American and football jock at our college, had struck up a physical fondling of the Irishman Lucky. And that left Hank, a handsome Hispanic catcher on our baseball team would team up with the Frenchman Happy.

    The dancers were dressed in blue polo shirts, black dress pants and dress shoes. Man they looked so hot. They had actually taking showers before leaving the club.

    By the way, I was the goalie on our college soccer team, We were four athletic studs ready for man sex.

    We all got out of our clothes and headed into the huge master bedroom, Cocky and I climbed onto the king-sized bed with blue silk sheets after we took off the covers; Butch and Rocky settled down in a large sofa; Chad and Lucky got down on a big throw rug that consisted of soft fur from a wild animal; and Hank and Happy hopped up on the smaller bed in the room.

    Each couple began a long hot series of wet and sloppy kisses. The room was filled with hard breathing, moaning, sighing and sounds of pleasure. Soon I lost all interest in the other couples as I wanted to devour this blond hunk. He had me dizzy with lust. I wanted us to suck cock, rim ass and fuck ass.

    As Cocky laid his 5′ 10″ and 150 pound body down on the bed on his back, I got on top of his hot body and I began to lick his blond underarm hair. He smelt so good from the fresh cherry deodorant and smooth silk like skin that made me wild licking both his underarms while playing with his hard nipples. My 10-inch boner twitched and pulsated from the feel of this gorgeous stud’s leaking 9-inch cock rubbing up against my blood filled tool, as well as the sexy odors emanating from the cutest guy I’d ever seen. We were humping as I gave much attention to his underarms and nipples.

    I sucked and licked his underarms as we engaged in wild humping of our crotches. Our feet were entangled with our toes touching each other.

    After about ten minutes, our bodies had produced streams of sweat. I moved my butt up onto Cocky’s chest, placed my legs on each side of his arms, used my aching cock to part his lips and drove my twitching dick deep into the back of his soft and wet throat. I began fucking his mouth with my big snake for the longest time. As Cocky sucked the pre-cum from my cock head, his toes curled from all the pleasure of my cock down his throat. It was a terrific blowjob by this blond stud.

    “Take all that cock down your hot throat, you bitch. Suck it bitch!! You are a fucking little whore. I bet you get a different fucking hot cock ever night.”

    After several minutes, Cocky threw me off his chest and onto my back, he put his butt on my chest, placed his legs next to my shoulders, parted my big pink lips with his pulsating and leaking cock and drove his huge cock to the very back of my hot throat. He began thrusting his huge hot cock in and out of my mouth as I devoured his sweet pre-cum. It was a remarkable hot and erotic blowjob with gobs of my spit flowing from my mouth onto my chin, his slick cock and my chest. He fucked my mouth for at least five-minutes until he was near coming. I loved the honey taste of his pre-cum liquid.

    Next we got into a 69 and began using our tongues to give each other a tongue washing of our fresh and clean assholes. We plunged our tongues as deep as possible into the ass rings of our new fuck buddy. The tingling feel of our tongues exploring our new found man pussy made us buck and desire a cock up our ass.

    After several minutes, we stopped and engaged in wild sloppy kisses to enjoy the taste of our rosebuds. Our mouths and chins overflowed with saliva. The exchange of our juices and hot breaths had us ready for a wild fuck.

    I placed Cocky on his stomach, placed a pillow under his crotch and cock, spread his handsome smooth hairless legs far apart, lubed his ass, lubed my big cock and began inch by inch driving my cock deep into his guts. I sped up as I fucked him with one rough thrust after thrust with the use of my soccer athletic body. He bucked up and down with his ass cheeks to meet my cock. My pre-cum became an additional lubricate as my cock slid in and out of his slick pink ass as if his ass was a well-oiled machine for my piston. The hard thrust of my dick across his prostate (pleasure spot) drove him wild as he lifted his ass cheeks and butt while lying on his stomach. I fucked him harder and harder as I built up toward a monstrous climax.

    Soon the hot stud spoke up while I fucked his man pussy: “Oh Fuck, Oh Fuck, Oh yea, that is it, that is the spot. Fuck me harder, fuck me harder. Give it to me. Oh yea, that feels so good. Don’t stop. Give me all that big cock. Give me your seed. Aaaaaa, Aaaaaa, Oh fuck yea.”

    That put me over the edge as my cock head swelled, my cock piss slit opened wide, my balls tightened and I felt a rush of thick semen shoot from my cock deep into Cocky’s ass. I pulled out, put my mouth on his asshole and sucked my semen into my mouth. I took a huge load into my mouth, turned Cocky over and spit the load into his sweet mouth. He swallowed every drop and then kissed me.

    It was now my turn to take his gorgeous tool into my pussy. Cocky had me get off the bed, stand by the side of the bed, lean my crotch forward up against the side of the bed, lower my chest and face onto the bed, he lubed my ass, lubed his now stone hard dick, stood behind me and drove his throbbing cock all the way into my experienced exposed ass with one plunge. He fucked me as if he was doing his Go-Go dance moves. He used his hips and legs as a dancer to drill my ass like no one had ever done before. The fuck was ecstasy. He manged to use his cock to explore ever inch of my ass. It was beyond lustful.

    I was so turned on that I begged him: “Oh Hell, Oh Fuck, Oh Fuck, oh heavens, I love your cock in me. Fuck me, do not stop. I want your cock in me forever. Give me your seed.”

    As Cocky was near coming, he pulled out, had me turn around, get down on my knees, he started jerking his cock on my face and when he was ready to come, he plunged his big cock deep into my throat and flooded me with a huge thick milky load. I swallowed as much of the warm cum as I could and the rest of the sweet cum ran out the sides of my mouth and onto my chin. When spent, he pulled his big cock out and began to lick my chin until he had cleaned me. We kissed and shared the last drops of the protein.

    In the meantime, our buddies had kissed, given each other blowjobs, rimmed ass and flip-flopped in fucking each other. All the guys had big cocks and over sized balls.

    Everyone was still horny and unlike Cocky and me our buddies had not come yet. They all jumped up on the bed where we were. All six studs got the idea to get on each side of us as we two laid close together with three on my side of the bed and three on Cocky’s side and they began masturbating on our faces. One by one, they began to ejaculate huge thick warm loads of semen on our faces, in our mouths and on our hair. When they were finished, Cocky and I were washed in a sea of cum that we partially ate. The six guys then licked our faces until we were clean. Everyone had a taste of cum and lots of protein.

    We showered together and played with each other in the shower. We ordered room service for breakfast. We agreed that Butch, Hank, Chad and I would return to the nightclub for the next night’s performance. We also agreed that following the performance, we would return to the hotel for another hot night of sex and change fuck buddies.

    NOTE: Remember to always have safe sex and use condoms.

  • My horniest day in the movies

    THE HORNIEST DAY IN THE MOVIES

    On Tuesday I felt very horny and wanted to try to find a gay cinema in Bangkok as I had the afternoon off. But Google etc said there were none in Thailand. But someone had told me about a dirty, very old cinema, showing very old movies, straight ones, but the audience were all male. It was located up a very old, smelly lane down by the river and quite difficult to find.

    I paid my 50baht and went inside. It was a large broken-down cinema with most seats damage or broken……and it smelt of pure sex !!

    I stood at the back till my eyes got accustomed to the dark. I should just tell you a bit about me. I am an Englishman, 6ft tall with an 8″ thick cock and 2 lovely big balls. I am shaved all round my pubic area, so it looks and feels like a baby. I should also mention that I could soon see that I was the only westerner in there, the rest being Thais. Most of them looked scruffy and dirty and they were all ages from about 25 – 75 ! I watched for a while as they kept getting up, walking up and down the aisles and then picking another chair next to another person, when the action soon started each time. I had been warned not to take anything valuable in as it was bound to be stolen ! So I had put a few notes under my sock inside my running shoes. I also wore some quite short running shorts and a white tee-shirt, and a beautiful red thong under the pale blue shorts. Thais normally weafr whitreys or boxers, so I knew the thong would create interest.

    I knew I was in for a tiring afternoon, as it was then about 1.30pm. and the cinema was about a quarter full of people. I looked for a good chair, not too broken, and no-one sitting too near to me.

    Within a couple of minutes a scruffy smelly man came and sat next to me and put his hand on my cock. I looked at him, picked up his hand and pushed him away. He was very good and moved off straight away.

    Almost immediately his seat was taken by another man. I looked at him and saw he was nicely dressed like a business man. He smiled at me and asked me in god English where I came from. I told him England and he smiled and said he had never seen an Englishman in there before. And then he slipped his hand onto my bare knee, below the bottom of my blue shorts. He pointed to the shorts and said very beautiful because they were in satin and shone and showed my package, b ut not too tightly.

    I put my hand onto his leg, but he moved it away and said I should lean right back and enjoy the movie !! So I did that, just as aman behind me leaned forward and put his arms round me gently and started to massage my neck, at the same time trying to see what the business man was doing. This first man now moved onto the topof my crotchwhich was starting to erect, and showed itself in my shiny shorts. Everything was so gentle and slow.

    Once my cock felt the hand stroking it through the material, it shot up very hard. The man smiled and put his hand under the leg of my shorts, and felt a very tautly stretched thong and cock, beginning to send out pre-cum. At that moment, another man came and sat down on my right hand side and bent down to see what was happening. When he saw the other guy’s hand up my shorts, he pushed his hand inside the waist band and pushed my shorts down. The first guy helped him, and soon the shorts were round my ankles…………..and there was my erection pushing out my red thong and pre-cum on the top. Both men stopped to look at the thong and see that there was nothing on the side and just a little bit of material up the back. My cock and balls were still inside but straining to get out.

    The business man then pushed down the wet thong to the floor with my shorts, leaving me completely naked from the waist down. Then they could all see….no pubic hair and a big erection on 2 big balls. At that point 2 younger men came and sat in front of me, and turned to look.One of them got onto his seat, turned round to face me, whilst his friend undid his trousers, got ou his little dick and bent down to suck it. The other guy, kneeling and watching and being sucked at the same time, leant over the back and tried to push his finger up my arse. But I am very tight there and pushed his hand away. So the business man next to me got out a small tin, took off the lid and handed it to the young guy who wanted to finger fuck me. It was vaseline !! So he put a load on his fingers, wiped some on my arse and handed the tin back.

    The business man took hold of both of my balls and gently massaged them, while the man on my right started to wank me – but far too quickly, so I slowed him down. The man at my back just watched the other 3 men attacking me – one wanking my stiff, wet rod, another one massaging my balls, and the third one now finger-fucking me, as I leant right back in my seat. I was in heaven, even if a slut !!

    The guy in front obviously knew about finger-fucking as he quickly found my prostate and massaged that with his finer ends. But I could feel myself building up, and when he started on my prostate, I just said in English, be careful,I am cumming. I pressed back on my seat, lifting my arse up while all 3 speeded up. WOW………it came and came and came. The first 2 0r 3 shots went straight up my nice white tee-shirt, and then the guy behind me pulled it up very quickly and the last few shots went up my stomach. This also triggered of the finger-fucking boy because we heard him groan and shout as he shot his load into his friend’s mouth. He turned to face front, they got up and left immediately.

    The wanker on my right then rubbed all the spunk around my stomach and licked his fingers, leant over and kissed me (!) and then got up and went to the WC. The business man asked me if I had enjoyed my visit, and smiled. He then pulled some tissues out of a pocket, handed them to me, got up anxd walked out. So the only one left was the massager from the seat behind.

    He then got up, walked round and sat down on my right where the wanker had been. I was still cleaning up, but he pushed my hand away, leant down, took my still sem-stiff cock into his mouth and sucked it completely clean. Then he licked all round my balls, pushed me back so that he could get his tongue into my vaseline-filled arse, and then licked all up my stomach, and told me it tasted beautiful. I started to pull down my tee shirt to see howw much spunk had been caught there, but this man said no, and went back down on my cock.

    He sucked it and licked it and fucked his own mouth with it, till it became strong again !!

    Then he put his right hand under my balls, held my stiff cock with his left hand, and continued to eat me. I was very surprised how stiff it had become again after only 10-15 minutes. I did not think I could cum again so quickly, so was very surprised to feel things happening down below. Sure enough, I knew I was going to cum again, much quicker than the first time.

    I told him I was cumming and he stopped smoking me and just licked the new pre-cum, for a while.Another man came to myleft, sat down, and put my hand on his dick !! It was already stiff but not very big, like most Thais. He saw what the man was doing, sucking me, and said he wanted me to fuck him. He would face the screen, sit on my lap and then get on to my cock. I told him I had no condoms, oil etc and would not fuck without them. So he asked me if he could wank me and I would wank him at the same time. I looked at the man who was sucking me and he shouted something at this new guy, who stopped trying to wank me. He just gave me his little dick and shot his load onto the floor, after only about 2 minutes. Then he went, and the sucking guy went back down onto me.

    His fingers stayed on my arse, and on my cock as he fucked and fucked his mouth on my erection. It was no good……I couldn ‘t hold off anymore, and shot into his mouth again and again. But I knew it wasn’t as big a load as the first one. He sucked me completely dry and then got up, and helped me pull up my thong and shorts from my ankles. Then he said something to me and left.

    I was shattered, but pulled down my tee shirt to find it still wet and crusty. I decided I would go into the WC and see if I could wash it off a bit. I trudged up the side aisle and went into the gents. There was a tap there with some water coming out of it, so I dropped my shorts and thong again, and started to wash myself. Straight away, I heard a guy come in and tried to pull up my shorts, but he pushed down my arm and motioned to me he would wash me. He got water and gently washed everywhere, and I pulled down my tee shirt and I washed thatg gently, not to get too wet, but atleast take off the crust of lovely dry spunk.

    The man finished washing down below and then replaced his hand with his mouth before I could pull up my thong and shorts. I said in English I could not cum again as I had been there a long time and cum many times already. I don’t know whether he understood but he did not stop.

    I leant down and pulled up my red thong. He stood back to look at it, massaged it, turned me round to see an almost bare bottom, then turne me again, pulled up the thong and shorts for me. I said thank you, b ut he then adjusted me and at the same time, got my cock out of the side of the thong and out of the bottom of my shorts, and then started sucking again.

    I tried to pull his head off my cock, but I had no strength and really was enjoying it. Someone else came in for a peed, saw what was happening, had his pee, then turned round to face us and started to wank himself off. That turned me on, and I cold not believe that I was feeling horny yet again. I leaned over the man sucking me and put my hands on the wall to steady myself. He started to suck me quicker. The man wanking himself, came over to me and tried to put it into my mouth, but I shook my head. He backed off a couple of paces.

    But I could see him getting ready to cum, and that was enough to make me start to throb.

    The man shot his load onto the floor next to me, as I shot myload into the man’s mouth.He took my cock out and finished wanking the last few drops onto the floor. I almost collapsed.

    I packed everything up, smile at them both and crawled out of the cinema to a waiting taxi.

    I had a quick look at my clothes and they seemed not too bad, but a bit strange to be wearing at 6pm in the evening ! I had been in there over 4 hours and cum morethan ever before in my life. I don’t think it will be too long before I go again, but I lay in my bath for over an hour back at home and re-lived it all. And I could not believe it, my cock stod up again, just thinking about it. But I did not think there was any more juice to cum out, so watched telly and had an early night, happy but very tired, balls and cock aching like mad,

    And thinking WHAT A SLUT !!!!!


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  • Boy Meets Dad

    My phone vibrated in my pocket as I was walking down the street towards the subway. I had gotten a text-message.

    “Hey, Dad!” I read. “Are you available now? What are your current rates for an hour together at my place?”

    “Sure, boy,” I typed in reply. “I’m available now.” I quoted the rate posted on the ad that he must have seen.

    “Can you cum over NOW, Dad?” came the next message, almost before I had confirmed the rate.

    “Sure, boy,” I typed back. “What’s the address, boy?”

    He sent an address that was an easy subway ride away. Now, about to descend into the subway, I checked the phone again and saw another text-message from the same number: “Dad, pls be sure to wear yr 501 jeans with the button fly.” I read the message again, just to be sure I’d understood it right. Yep, that’s what he wanted. I’d never gotten such a specific request for a certain outfit before. Jeans with a button fly. I had a pair of jeans like that, but was I wearing them? Of course not.

    “Why couldn’t he have said that sooner?” I muttered to myself, turning around to head back home to change pants real quick. “At least I got the message before I got in the subway,” I realized as I climbed the stairs to my fourth floor walk-up. “It woulda been worse to get there and not have the right pants on.”

    I dashed into my apartment and rummaged through the closet, looking for the jeans with the button fly. There they were, hanging on the last hanger in the back – of course! I kicked my shoes off and wriggled out of the tight jeans I had been wearing. The 501 button-fly jeans were comfortable, but not tight. I figured that must be the look the client wanted. I felt the denim’s scratchy slide over my ass-cheeks and folded my semi-erect cock and balls down behind the fly, slowly encasing them behind the buttons. I remembered that my cock had always gotten semi-erect when I was heading out to meet a client; a few more years of maturity had not made a dent in that, I saw. I glanced in the mirror. The slightly-too-tight t-shirt I had on had matched the tight jeans before but, now? It looked okay. Who was I kidding? I looked okay. Great even. But maybe the client was into another look. After all, he’d responded to my ad by calling me “Dad” and had asked for the 501 jeans; I realized I had to think about that now that my ad was appealing to the guys who wanted a “Daddy.” I pulled the shirt off over my head and admired myself in the mirror, out of the corner of my eye. I reached into the closet and pulled out what I thought would go best with the new jeans: my red-and-black flannel shirt. I slipped my arms into the sleeves and realized that it was just a bit more snug than I recalled.

    “I can make that work,” I told my reflection. I buttoned up the shirt but left the top two buttons open so that the beginning of the cleavage between my pecs was clearly displayed beneath the straining flannel. Then I rolled up the sleeves to my elbows, exposing my forearms to view. I nodded to the guy in the mirror in appreciation. “Not bad. Not bad at all.”

    I knew the daddy-lumberjack I saw in the mirror would never have worn the shoes I had been wearing so I rummaged in the bottom of the closet and found the work boots that had been hiding there. I pulled them out and slipped my feet in, weaving the laces through the eyelets and tying them off in a single, easy to release knot. Ready to go now, I texted my client back: “On my way.” Heading down the stairs back out onto the street and into the subway, the denim scratched my ass and crotch in a comfortable, familiar way as my cock still strained against the buttons holding it in for propriety’s sake. The flannel also felt good, riding across my shoulders and chest and caressing my nipples. Was it my imagination that at least a handful of heads turned to watch me as I walked past them or as I took my seat on the subway? I don’t think so. More people could appreciate a hot Daddy than I had anticipated.

    I got to the address I’d been given and found a doorman standing vigil behind a desk in the lobby. The doorman looked barely older than high school. Blond fuzz, clearly the first attempt at a mustache, hung across his upper lip and he seemed to be swimming, lost in the heavy overcoat with the epaulets and gold braid on the shoulders. I gave him the apartment number and when he asked, “Your name, sir?” I had to stop myself from answering, “Dad.” Instead, I grinned and told him “Michael” and he duly reported my presence through the phone to the apartment upstairs.

    “Go on up, sir.” He gestured towards the elevator.

    “Thanks much.” I gave a short, mock salute and made my way to the elevator. As I stood there waiting for the doors to slide open, I could feel the young doorman’s eyes burning a hole through my flannel shirt. I smiled to myself and stepped into the elevator. As I turned to press the button for the right floor, I caught him quickly averting his eyes from me.

    Exiting the elevator, I walked along the hallway and peered at the numbers on all the doors. Coming to the correct one, I knocked. The door opened and I stepped into a lavish New York City penthouse.

    I was standing in a large entryway, the walls covered in silk and filled with individually lit paintings and the hardwood parquet floor inlaid with elaborate geometric patterns. I saw a living room ahead containing leather chairs and a velvet sofa and which had a wall of windows looking out over the city. Off to one side from the entryway, between two paintings, was a dim hallway led into the depths of the penthouse.

    Before me stood a man, roughly my own age, but more lithe and trim. He was clean shaven and wore glasses, his almost buzz-cut hair dark but not black. He was wearing a shirt and – surprise! – a pair of jeans. He was also holding a martini.

    “Nice to meet you, Dad.” He extended his hand to shake mine. “Would you care to join me in a drink? What can I get you?”

    “Sure, boy,” I answered, clasping his hand in mine for a moment. “How ’bout a beer?”

    “I have several, Dad. Would you prefer a stout or an ale?”

    “Stout, boy. That’d be just fine.”

    “Come with me, Dad. Right this way.” He turned back into the living room and slipped his free hand into the back left pocket of my jeans, steering me into the living room beside him as he firmly grasped my ass beneath the denim and squeezed. Coming into the living room, he nodded to the elaborate bar that filled one wall and withdrew his hand from my back pocket. “I’ll get you that stout, Dad.” He walked over to the bar and opened the small refrigerator below it. Hearing bottles clink as he rummaged through what sounded like a large supply of beers and mixers, I stepped over to the window to admire the view.

    Nearly all of Manhattan sprawled out before me. To one side I could see a large swath of Riverside Park as it hugged the banks of the Hudson and, across the river, I could see the buildings of New Jersey that lined the river as well. But mostly I could see Manhattan spreading out to the south and east, high-rise apartment and office buildings reaching toward the sky as the famous and not-so-famous buildings each vied the others for attention. Empire State and Chrysler, 500 Fifth and 30 Rock, the spires of St. Patrick’s and the new Twin Towers rising from Ground Zero at the far south of the island. I could only imagine what this view would be like at night, all the lights of the city glittering in the dark as so many diamonds set against black velvet. Even as it was, in the daylight, it was magnificent.

    “Here’s your stout, Dad.” He was back beside me, handing me the open bottle of thick, dark brew.

    “Thank you, boy.” We touched bottle to martini glass and then each sipped the liquor we held in our hands. Holding his martini in his left hand, he joined me in gazing out across the city and draped his right arm around my hips, tucking his thumb into the belt loop beneath my right elbow. I leaned my hip slightly into his and casually draped my left arm across his shoulders and let my thumb play with his ear lobe. I ran my thumb along the skin just above his shirt collar and he tilted his head briefly, catching my thumb between his cheek and shoulder. He sipped his martini again. I lifted the bottle and drank, noticing that his eyes were watching my Adam’s apple rise and fall as the stout coursed down my throat.

    Finally, I pulled the bottle away from my lips and his eyes rose to mine. “I was so glad when you walked in, Dad, that you had your 501s on. You don’t know how many times I’ve asked someone to wear that style in particular and they said they would but then they arrived wearing zip-up jeans.” He spoke in a nonchalant manner, as if we were discussing the weather and not a particular sex fetish. He sipped the martini again. “Of course, I paid them for their time and trouble in coming over but I was always so disappointed. But you didn’t disappoint me, Dad. Not at all.” His right hand, still tucked into my belt loop, pressed against my hip appreciatively and he turned to face me directly, pressing his crotch up against my left hip. I could see the denim of his jeans bloom as he began to slow grind against me.

    “Yeah, boy?” I murmured, raising the bottle to my lips again. “They didn’t wear the jeans you asked for? But you paid them anyway? You’re too generous, boy.”

    “You think so, Dad? Maybe. Oh, but Dad, I can be so much more than generous,” he promised me. “I can be so much more than generous with you.” He set the martini down on an end table nearby and then knelt before me, where all the city, if it looked up, could have seen him.

    He clasped my butt and leaned forward into my crotch, dragging his tongue along the edge of the denim concealing the metal buttons. He rubbed his cheeks back-and-forth, slowly and repeatedly, his eyes closed and quiet inarticulate murmurs rumbling in his throat. I took another swig from the bottle in my hand, resting the other atop his head. I thrust my hips forward and he groaned with even more delight, pressing his face against both the denim and my hard shaft within the fabric.

    He pulled back slightly, arching up on his haunches, and worked the topmost corner of the denim fly between his teeth and tugged at it gently, back-and-forth until it popped free of the topmost button holding the fly shut. He closed his eyes again, pressed his nose into the fly and breathed deeply of the scent of denim and man-sex he found there. After a few moments, he grasped the denim in his teeth again and tugged gently again until it also popped free of the next button down. He inserted his tongue into the small space that he had opened and licked my flesh, tugging with his teeth on the wisps of pubes that he found poking up there. Then he returned to work on freeing the denim from the next two buttons going down the fly and my rod, rock hard and glistening, slowly slid into view. He touched his tongue to the glistening tip and pulled a strand of pre-cum with him as he pulled his face back to admire my Dad-hood. The strand of pre-cum hung there, thicker droplets spread out along its length, like dew drops hanging from a strand from a spider’s web. His breath came in husky gasps as he was clearly trying to control himself before lunging forward and smearing the milky gossamer across his face.

    He got his teeth around the denim surrounding the last button at the bottom of the row, tugging and worrying at it until it too finally came away from around the metal disk. He poked his nose into the open fly, into the thick rich underbrush that concealed the base of my massive man-oak quivering free now from the constraints of the jeans. He inhaled noisily several times, nuzzling the base of my cock, touching the tip of his tongue gently and repeatedly around the top of my sac, adding the taste to the scent that he found there.

    Gradually he pulled his face back and licked the row of buttons itself a few times, his tongue sliding over denim and metal disks, leaving a slick trail along the open fly. He pulled his hands away from me and pulled his own shirt off, exposing his lithe torso, and then undid the top two buttons of his own jeans, letting his own stiff dick poke out.

    “You gonna let out your own dick, boy?” I asked him gruffly.

    “Can I, Dad? Can I please?” he whimpered. “It hurts. It hurts so good, it’s so stiff, seeing you here and you letting your boy take good care of you. It needs to come out, Dad. Can it? Please?”

    “Alright,” I conceded. “It can come out. But don’t touch it until I say so.”

    “No, Dad. I would never do that. I would never touch it unless you told me that I could,” he promised eagerly. “That’s what a good boy does. Right, Dad? Wait to touch it until Dad says it’s okay?”

    “That’s right, boy. A good boy always waits until Dad says that it’s okay.” I pointed at my own dick and balls. “Now get back to work, boy,” I instructed him.

    “Yes, Dad. Right away, Dad.” Finally, he grasped the bottom-most button in his teeth and gently tugged the jeans down until they were bunched around my knees, and then pressed his cheeks against my balls and his chest against my legs. From the sounds that came rumbling out of his chest, I thought this was the closest he’d ever gotten to Heaven. He grasped my now-naked ass and hugged, pulling my sac and legs even more firmly against his cheeks and chest.

    After several minutes of increasingly passionate nuzzling of my cock and balls with his cheeks and tongue, the “boy” in front of me sighed contentedly and pulled back, looking up into my face again.

    “Dad,” he sighed. “I could worship this fat cock and these big balls o’ yours all day.” He nuzzled and kissed the place where they all came together once again. The stood and pressed his face against the topmost button keeping my flannel shirt stretched tight across my chest. He rubbed his cheeks across the flannel as he had the denim and then, one by one, used his teeth to unbutton the shirt as he had unbuttoned the fly of the jeans. Between each button he would insert his face against my skin and indulge himself there before moving on to undo the next button. I tousled his hair.

    “Good boy!” I congratulated him. “You know how to make Dad feel appreciated!”

    “Yes, Dad,” he responded. “That’s a good boy’s job. I hope that I live up to your expectations, Dad. I so want to be a Good Boy!”

    “You’re making progress,” I encouraged him. “You just might live up to Dad’s expectations after all, boy.”

    It was a slow and delightfully enjoyable project. I would occasionally moan and make my own other, appreciative noises to match his and even more occasionally lift the bottle of stout and drink as he occupied himself with the buttons until the bottle was finally empty and I set it on the window sill in front of me.

    When he was finally able to undo the last button of the flannel shirt, he ran his hands up and down my chest before cupping my pecs in his palms and then slowly, delicately let his lips descend around my cock. I rested one hand atop his head and rubbed his cheek with the other.

    “Good boy,” I muttered. “Very good boy. Keepin’ Dad feel good….” I gave a tentative thrust of my hips to test his gag reflex. His tongue guided it along and I felt my cock slide further into his wet, warm throat. “Good, boy,” I repeated, my voice inadvertently huskier than usual.

    “Mm, mmm,” he answered. Was he agreeing with me that he was a good boy or was he expressing approval for the taste of the Dad-hood he had in his mouth? Hard to know. But he pulled his face back-and-forth a few times, slowly letting his tongue wrap itself around the Dad-hood trapped there. I pumped a few times to encourage him and grasped his ears to help him slide down over the last bit until his nose was tickled by the dark pubes there. He made squeals of delight and slurped happily away on the bone he had retrieved, like a puppy pleased to please its master.

    “Good job, boy.” I pumped a few more times, more forcefully, taking more control now that he had my whole Daddy-dick down his boy-throat. Rough and quick, then slow and gently, I fucked his face there in the window, overlooking Manhattan, displaying his good-boy skills to anyone able to look in through the window on the 29th floor.

    He made more appreciate boy-noises and I, like a good Dad, encouraged and supported him in all his efforts with my own noises and increasingly rapid thrusts. The pre-sum and the spit filling his mouth around the Daddy-hood he struggled to keep contained made my slipping and sliding easy, going way deep and then nearly pulling completely out of his lips before plunging back again nearly to his tonsils.

    “Yes, Dad,” he choked and begged as he gagged on it. “Please, Dad. Give it to your boy. Give it all to your boy. Let me take it all for you, Dad.”

    I gripped his ears tight, helping move his head in time with my hips. Forward. Backward. Press his nose up into my pubes. Pull him back so that he could breathe again. His hands didn’t know where to go. One stayed high above his head, clamped on my tit while the other slid down and around until it cupped my ass-cheek and grabbed it tight, pulling me forward.

    “So, you think you can take it, boy?” I demanded. “You think you can take it all?”

    He struggled to nod without losing hold of my cock. “Yes, Dad,” he promised me, the words almost undecipherable as he tried to talk with that big Daddy-dick down his throat. “I can, Dad. I can.”

    “Yeah? I think you might, boy” I agreed, gasping and wheezing as the pressure mounted in my balls. “You just might.”

    He nodded again, slurping happily, his other hand now slipping down to grasp my other ass-cheek. My hips plunged forward, then back, then forward again. I could feel the jizz churning inside my testicles. The boy dragged his tongue along the length of my throbbing dick and I tried to pull back but he pushed my ass forward from behind, refusing to let me escape the prison of his mouth and – unable to resist – I exploded down his throat.

    Again and again I shot and shot down his throat as he gurgled and gurgled, slurping it down as he kept nodding and muttering something that sounded like it might have been, “Yeah, Dad! Yes! Give it to your Good Boy!” His energetic swallowing urged ever more cum from my dick down his throat until I nearly collapsed over him, my hands dropping from his ears to his shoulders to support myself.

    “Okay, boy,” I gasped as I was finally able to catch my breath. “You can touch your boy-dick now.” I gave him the permission he had been waiting for.

    “Yes, Dad! Thank you, Dad!” He took one hand off my buttocks and spat a thick wad of cum and spit into it and then reached down to wrap his slick palm around his own dick and within a stroke or two he was writhing and groaning before me, his own load spewing out onto the floor between my feet.

    “Oh, Dad,” he gasped at last, hunched over there on his knees in front of me. “That was the best. No one’s ever been so good to his boy before as you, Dad! No one!”

    *** *** ***

    When I got back to my apartment, I counted the bills in the envelope he had folded into my back pocket as I left. It was considerably more than the advertised rate. He had more than lived up to his promise of being more than generous. All for a good Dad who wore the right pair of jeans for his good boy.


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  • Separate Worlds

    “I’ll call very night, I promise.” Anton said hugging his mother goodbye. He didn’t want to let her go, almost as if he held her long enough, she would be ok. Reluctantly he let go, and proceeded out of the door and back towards their car. Zachary decided to drive back to let Anton rest and so he wouldn’t be distracted behind the wheel.

    Once the pair returned to their flat, Anton couldn’t get in fast enough because of his emotions coming to light. Anger, sadness, anxiety; all blossomed in his mind as residual anxiety from his many sleepless nights about someone finding out he was gay also made its presence known.

    All Zach could do is just embrace Anton as he felt his shirt become damp from his lovers tears. He hated seeing Anton so distraught, sad, depressed; he hated how his lover has to deal with so much with his mother being sick, the immense pressure he is under from fans and managers on top of not feeling safe enough to reveal his biggest secret with his teammates out of fear of hatred and distain for his orientation. Questions like: will he break? Will he retire quietly due to stress? Will he be outed? All of these buzzed through Zach’s head, and probably the most important question was ‘will I be there for him? Do I love him that much?’ Zach laughed at the thought, but as he began to really think about it, there were many cute guys out there that are far more attractive to him than Anton is to him… ‘Is my love for him fading?’ He thought as his lover regained his composure. ‘I may be an asshole for doing this, but I have to…’ Zach thought once again.

    “Anton… We need to talk…”

    “What’s wrong?” Anton said sitting upright on the couch. Zach could feel his emotions churning as he looked on Anton’s unsuspecting face. Zach took a breath. “I don’t… I….”

    “What is it?” Anton said putting a hand on Zachary. “I don’t… I don’t love you as much as I thought I did…” He choked as he slipped the ring off his finger. “W-what? But I thought–“

    “My love for you isn’t as strong as yours is for me, and I can’t lead you on anymore…” Zach said as Anton’s world crumbled around him. His heart collapsed in his chest as the one person he thought he could rely on got up, packed his things and left, leaving Anton to sit alone in his dimly lit flat. The only sounds filling the room were the sounds of Anton’s weeps.

    ——————— 

    The days that followed killed Anton as he felt like he was trapped in a room with nothing in it; No character, no color. Anton struggled to even get out of bed in the morning to go to football training during the week, and the upcoming Euro League game against Juventus weighed on his mind as well. His performance has been lacking due to his mother being sick and him being alone. It was a miracle to him that he hasn’t broken himself yet.

    The ride to Stamford Bridge was nothing short of uneventful; Anton was driving unusually slowly considering his average speed is at or 25 mph over the speed limit. Tonight should be exhausting; first, Anton gets to ride a bus with his teammates to Heathrow, then he gets to fly to Italy and play against one of the premier European teams, Juventus, then it’s the same thing back. Another aspect weighed on him as he pulled into the parking lot, and climbed out of his car; “should I come out to the guys?” He thought.

    He alarmed his car and made his way over to the bus to check in with the assistant managers and to find a place to sit. As he made his way down the aisle of leather covered seats, he sat next to Topher (pronounced tofer), a younger guy on the team at his 19 years of age. “Hey flash!” Topher smiled with his green eyes shining bright through his long black hair. “Hey Topher.” Anton smiled weakly. The bus shortly began to move as the rest of the teammates took their seats and began lightly talking.

    “Alright boys,” the team captain Jack Harper began.

    “Tonight, we’re gonna go into Turin and take those Italian fucks down, yeah?”

    “Eeeeeyy! Easy!!” The only Italian player on the team, Enzio laughed with a smile as the rest of the guys started laughing as well. “Oh right, forgot you were here too…” Jack cooed as Enzio tossed a sock in Jack’s direction. “May I just say,” Roberto, a center back, said as he stood up. “I’d rather be Italian than a Frenchie!” He mocked as he pointed at Anton. Anton just shrugged and smiled. “I mean hey, they are all fags down there anyways… You can’t tell a Frenchie from a fag!” He laughed. Anton put on a good face as his heart sank further in his chest.

    Anton checked his phone to look at the time, but he had forgotten that there was a picture of Zachary and he at the beach back in 2015. “Whose that?” He heard to his right. He quickly hid the picture and got a bit angry. “Nobody…” He said coldly. “Well obviously he isn’t ‘nobody’ flash…”

    ‘God damn it, why does Topher have to be so smart and witty?’ He groaned in his head. He closed his eyes, and said it. “He was my ex boyfriend..” He said under his breath. Topher leaned in real close and flipped over the phone that was still on the lock screen.

    “he’s hot…” Topher said quietly. Anton shot his head around and looked at Topher. He knew Topher wasn’t kidding. “You’re—“

    “Bisexual.” Topher answered quickly and quietly. “I’m scared though D-dude… I don’t… I don’t want anyone to find out.. Please don’t say anything ok?” Topher said looking at the ground.

    “I won’t say a thing.” Anton said smiling as the bus rocked forward towards Heathrow.

    “S-So…” Topher said as he broke the silence. 

    “Are you like… Are you seeing anyone?” Topher added. Anton was a bit taken back by the 19 year old’s question. “No, I’m not.” Anton laughed as the thought of him and Topher being together entered his mind. But In an effort to get it out of his mind, he thought of Zachary, and instantly got upset. “Yo flash, you ok buddy?” Fellow forward Ben Kippen asked from across the aisle. The bus soon went quiet and Anton could feel eyes on him as he looked around the bus. “Come on flash, tell us. We’re your teammates; hell we’re family.” Hans, a defender said from a few rows back. “Ok…” Anton said quietly as he stood up using the seat to hold his balance. “I don’t know if you guys knew before, but I’m… I….” Anton couldn’t say it; football was his life, and he doesn’t want to risk it just because his teammates are curious. Anton shifted his weight and looked at the ground.

    “I’m gay.”

    Anton opened his eyes as he hears laughter. “That’s it?! Come on flash, do you really think you couldn’t tell us that? Besides we kinda already–“

    “Woah!! Hold on!” The manager, Felipe Rosario said, standing up as he gained his balance. “I know everyone is reeling from Anton’s revelation, but we are going to keep this behind closed doors for Anton’s benefit. Drunken fans can be dangerous, and especially if they are homophobic and God for bid Anton has a bad game–“

    “I have something to say too…” Topher said as he stood up too. His youthful eyes scanning the bus as he announces his bisexuality. Mr. Rosario was dumbfounded, not only did he need to protect Anton, but now 2 players from harassment. But he also saw the potential in this development; Chelsea can now be a team that means something, one that gave not one but 2 LGBT athletes an opportunity to play openly. He decided to get on the phone with his superiors.

    “Honestly I’m a bit steamed you guys couldn’t trust us to tell us. I mean after all, I couldn’t care less.” Said Alex, the goalkeeper. “I’ve woken up after heavy drinking next to a guy; I don’t give a fuck, and neither should you guys.”

    “No you just like to stick your dick in any hole you can get in, you sod!” Jack said as Alex mocked him. Everyone laughed as the manager got off the phone and made the announcement that the ownership will fully support Anton and Topher should they choose to come out publicly.

    The bus rocked as it pulled up to the airport, the guys grabbed their bags and adjusted their club suits as they disembarked their bus to get on their chartered plane. Press lined the walkway as flashes and lights illuminated the early morning sky. Some players stopped to answer questions, others just wanted to get on the plane and leave; Anton was one of them.

    Anton stuffed himself in the front of the plane as he buckled himself in to the soft leather seat. Topher sat right next to him once again. Anton always had a fear of flying; which is interesting because he flies all the time. He grasped the belt tighter and tighter as the plane was sealed and began taxiing. He felt a hand on his, and saw Topher looking at him. “It’ll be ok.” He said as Anton looked deep into his green eyes. Anton rested his head as the plane made its way up to the runway. A deafening sound rumbled as the engines blasted the plane forward. Anton squeezes tightly on the armrest as the plane gathers speed. The plane shakes as Anton squeezes down on his eyes, almost as if trying to block out the sun. The plane lurched a bit and the shaking stopped. Anton opened his eyes as the plane turned and ascended into the crystal blue sky. “See?” Topher smiled.

    “Not so bad after all.” He added as Anton breathed heavily; resting his head on the back of the seat. Anton shook his head in relief, and opened his laptop and started watching film about Juventus’s defense setup; trying to find gaps he can exploit. Anton soon got bored; his eyes wandered to Topher sitting next to him who had fallen asleep which was somehow possible through all the noise from the engines and banter coming from their teammates. His eyes roamed over his youthful body as he examined the taught, flawless skin on his arms, the way his arms were perfectly proportioned with his body; his pecs not too bulgy. He was tempted to reach over and touch him; to feel his body. He reaches over the seat, and just as soon as he decided to, he woke up. “Anton?” Topher said with a tired, confused look in his eyes. “N-nothing…” Anton said as he turned to look out the window. As he watched the clouds slowly pass, he felt a hand caress his crotch. It was Topher!

    “I can be naughty too, Anton.” He said with a cheeky grin. He continued to slowly slide his hand up and down Anton’s hardening shaft; “we’re roomies on this trip, Flash…” He winked.

    Anton blushed; he took a hold of Topher’s hand and moved it away from his crotch. “This is wrong… We’re teammates–“

    “So?”

    “I just…. I can’t Topher ok? Please dont push me to do things ok?” Anton said looking out the window; he heard Topher sigh, “fine. I’m sorry.”

    Once the plane touched down in Milan, Anton was happy to be back on solid ground again, but his mind wondered; back to his situation with Topher in the plane, how Topher was so confident, so in charge of his feelings and of his desires. Anton couldn’t help but acknowledge how good looking Topher was for his tender age.

    Anton pushed the thought from his mind as the team made their way to the coach bus outside to take them to Turin. The game isn’t for another few hours, so the manager is having his forwards do some practicing of penalties and some agility courses.

    It was a pretty lukewarm day at the stadium when they finally got there; the whole team had nerves much like Anton did. It was kind of the feeling you get when you are really excited about something and your insides shake but your muscles don’t. Anton never did like that feeling at all; it made him feel like he was going to throw up.

    Anton followed the others into the dressing room, and began peeling off his clothes at the nearest set of lockers. Anton opened his duffel bag he had picked up outside and pulled out his tight fitting kit. He noticed that a few players left their underwear on and slipped on their cups over them. ‘Strange…’ Anton thought. They had never done that before that he can recall, but he paid little attention to it as well. He soon was adjusting his cup, and sliding up the under armor thermal briefs because it’s cold today. He sat down on the bench behind him and strapped on his shin pads, and slipped on his stockings. He noticed Topher sitting down next to him as he slipped on his jersey, “hey flash… Um… Are you nervous about tonight? I am…” He said as he visibly shook. This was no doubt Topher’s biggest game of his very young career, and who can blame him for being a bit nervous? Anton consoled him as Topher shook quietly. “It’s ok bud. I’m scared too.”

    “Really?” Topher said with shock.

    “Of course. Even for me, I get nervous before every game.” Anton said as he pulled up his soccer shorts and slipped on his tight fitting jersey. “It’s just… Why I like football.” Anton said as he fetched his cleats. “C’mon.” Anton said waiving for Topher to follow him. “Practice time.”

    As the other guys made their way to the field, Anton’s cell phone went off. He dug it out of his bag, and saw it was his mother.

    “Mother?” He answered in his native tongue.

    “Hi, Anni. Your father and I made our way to Turin this morning; we wanted to come and see you play.” She said with a cheery voice. Anton’s heart went berserk. “Mother, don’t you think you should stay home and rest? After all–“

    “Anni, I’m 58 years old, it’s time for me to live my life the way I wish it to be, and I wish to see you play, and that’s what I am going to do. I’ll see you then, Anni! I love you so much.” She said as Anton was rendered speechless. “I love you too mother.” He said as he hung up the phone. He took a deep breath and headed outside to the practice pitch.

    ————–

    “FLASH!!”

    Anton was startled as the manager appeared at his side. “Are you feeling ok? You look a bit dazed…” He said observing the player Chelsea paid 8.8 million pounds for. “Yes… I am fine..” Anton said looking at his boots (cleats).

    In reality, Anton was not fine by any means. His mother and father made the trek to Turin today from Nice, and he couldn’t be more nervous to play in front of them, especially his father.

    “Ok off you go then. Run between these sliding cutouts, and score a goal at the end, ok? GO!”

    Anton kicked the ball forwards a bit as he ran towards the first cutout; kicking the ball to the left as he moved with it. “Faster Flash!! Move your ass, you got 15 seconds!!” The manager called. Anton pushed on; his concentration starting to fade as he dodged another cutout, his nerves got the better of him, and he tripped on the third cutout. His foot got caught between the bases of two cutouts, and he felt his foot twist, and crack as his momentum took him one way, and the cutouts took his foot the other way, causing his ankle to twist. A terrible pain filled Anton’s leg and ankle; Anton grabbed at it while he rolled on the ground In agony, he looked down at the swollen ankle and he knew it had been sprained.

    “You ok Flash?” Asked Alex as he ran over as well as the manager and a few other players to help Anton up. “No I’m not ok! Can’t you see that?!” Anton exploded as Alex was surprised at Anton’s outburst of anger towards him. “Sorry..” He said being helped up from André and Claus. “Can you put any weight on it?” Asked Felipe, the manager. Anton put his foot to the pitch and tried to stand on it but the pain shot up his leg, causing his knee to buckle. Anton shook his head no as he grimaced at the pain.

    “Now what are we gonna do?” Asked Claus as he slugged Anton’s left arm over his shoulder. All eyes were on Topher. “M-Me?”

    “Here’s your chance kid, you up for it?” Asked Felipe.

    Topher reluctantly nodded yes.


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  • Last Laugh

    Neal wasn’t the sort of guy people noticed much. He could walk through a room of people talking–even a room full of people he knew–and get to the other side without being greeted or noticed. He could have conversations with strangers and then the stranger wouldn’t recognize him if they met again. He was a guy of no standout talents, no distinctive looks other than being smaller of stature than his age. He wasn’t ugly; he was just plain and forgettable–and a little scrawny.

    He also didn’t excel at anything. Well, there were a couple of things, but these weren’t anything you’d brag about in public.

    He hadn’t done well in high school and thus was studying auto mechanics at a vocational school instead of going to college. This wasn’t really something that interested him all that much, though, so he didn’t excel at that either. And he didn’t really have many friends in vocational school. He’d had a few undesirable friends in high school, but they hadn’t really been friends and they had taken advantage of his weakness and lack of self-respect and had been what had made him the butt of jokes and derision–so much so that he’d embraced his “nonpersonhood.”

    Still, he did have interests and desires. And that’s what brought him into the big box bookstore in Warsaw, Indiana, on a summer Saturday afternoon. He wasn’t from Warsaw, and it was important to him that he wasn’t. He didn’t really want to be known around here, although there wasn’t much danger of that.

    What it looked like was that he had gone to sleep standing in front of a book shelf, holding a book in his hand, way in the back of the store, oblivious to the funny looks people gave him as they wandered down the aisle. He didn’t care what most people thought, though. He was interested in one particular kind of person.

    “That the only copy of the book on the shelf?”

    Neal turned his face to see who had asked about the book, John Rechy’s classic gay journey book, City of the Night. That was the book Neal had been standing and holding for all to see in front of the gay and lesbian book section–just half of one shelf really–for more than thirty minutes. He took a deep breath and gave the young man a wan smile. He was more than Neal had hoped for. He looked like a construction worker who had just come off the job. A muscular Scandinavian type, not much taller than Neal was but built like a fireplug. The “coming off a job” look came from the cut-off jeans, muscle T, and heavy construction boots he was wearing.

    “You want this one?” Neal asked, broadening his smile a bit.

    “I’d like something, but not that,” the young man said. “Something with more feel and bite in it than you’d find between the covers of a book. What d’ya think of that?”

    “I think you should have whatever you want,” Neal answered.

    “Interested in going for a drive in my new truck?”

    “Sure, why not?” Neal answered. And why not indeed? This was exactly why Neal had come a third of a way across the state of Indiana to stand in front of the gay and lesbian shelf in a big box bookstore.

    The truck was a black and shiny Dodge Ram 2500 double cab model, all polished up like it was the guy’s pride and joy, which was probably right. On the way to the truck, with the guy palming Neal’s butt to guide him in the parking lot, the guy said his name was Chaz. He also was pretty clear about what he wanted and that he didn’t want Neal to waste his time if that wasn’t what he could have.

    Neal introduced himself as an Indiana State University student named Jerry, home from Terre Haute on a short vacation–and said “no problem” to what Chaz said he wanted.

    Neither of them believed the other as far as IDs.

    Chaz drove the truck no more than four blocks before he nosed the Dodge Ram around to the back of a closed strip mall of five empty storefronts. He stopped the truck, reached over and palmed the back of Neal’s head, and pulled him in for a short kiss. The kiss was short enough that it seemed like one fluid movement in which the palming hand moved Neal’s head to Chaz’ face and then down into Chaz’ lap, where he had already unzipped himself.

    As he fished his cock out of his shorts, he leaned back in the driver’s seat and whispered a moaning, “Suck it, suck it, suck it, baby.” With his head encased between Chaz’ hands, Neal proceeded to do just that, having trouble opening wide enough for the dick. Chaz was built like a fireplug in equipment too–not long, but extra thick. Neal had some trouble covering the cock and gagged a bit as it pushed into his mouth cavity, but he kept at it. This is what he’d come to Warsaw for.

    After a few minutes Chaz tightened his grip and pulled Neal’s face out of his lap. “Geez, you’ve got a talented mouth,” he gasped. “I want more, though, this time.”

    This time? Neal thought. I little chill of thrill went through his body. This wasn’t just going to be a blow job and dumped out of the truck four blocks from his own car then, maybe.

    Chaz opened the driver’s door and rolled out of the vehicle. Turning, he grabbed Neal by the upper arm and pulled him out too.

    Neal shuddered. He melted to rough.

    Chaz slid Neal down the line of the shiny black Dodge to the tailgate, which he unlatched and let fall, with a bang. There was a pile of gunny sacks on the bed of the truck, which Chaz quickly fanned out. With a jerk, he pulled Neal’s T-shirt over his head and tossed it into the bed of the truck.

    “What the fuck?” he exclaimed. He jerked Neal’s shorts down off his legs. “What the fuck is this?” he exclaimed again.

    “Try it, you’ll like it.”

    “A slip? You’re wearing a woman’s slip.”

    And Neal was. It was a black silky number, with lace cut into the plunging neckline and spaghetti straps holding it on Neal’s shoulders.

    “Don’t it make you feel horny? Feel how silky it is. You can have a lot of new fantasies with this,” Neal said in a husky whisper. “You feel horny, don’t ‘cha?” He was cupping Chaz’ balls. Chaz hadn’t bothered to push his cock back into his shorts or zip back up while he was pulling Neal out of the front seat.

    “God, you’re right,” Chaz growled. His cock was hard and throbbing. He placed his hands on Neal’s waist and hoisted him up onto the tailgate of the truck. He stared into Neal’s eyes as his hands ran over the silkiness of the black slip, gathering up material and bunching the slithery garment around Neal’s waist.

    “Shit. And black panties too.” He started to pull these off Neal’s hips, but Neal reached down and grasped his wrists.

    “No need,” he whispered coquettishly. “There’s a slit.”

    And so there was. Chaz slipped a hand into the slit to find Neal naked underneath. The fingers of one hand went to rimming and then slowly invading Neal’s hole. His other hand grasped Neal’s throat, holding his head down on the surface of the truck bed.

    Neal groaned and moved his hips, aiding in the finger fuck. He was whispering, “You’re a real stud. Fuck me good. Make me feel it,” in a small, breathless voice.

    His hands went under the hem of Chaz’ athletic T, rising to the young man’s hard nipples. Chaz took time to move his hands to pull off the T and toss it aside in the bed of the truck, and then he moved back to holding Neal down with a one-handed choke hold and finger fucking him with the other. Neal lifted his ankles to Chaz’ shoulders on either side and continued to run his hands over the man’s muscular torso and down to cup and squeeze his balls and shake and stroke his cock. Neal’s own cock remained encased in the black panties.

    “There. Rub me there again. Make me come for you.”

    Chaz was spending a lot a time in the finger-fucking phase, so Neal finally pointed over to his shorts and said, “Rubbers. In my shorts. Fuck me, stud. Give me your cock. Don’t make me wait too long.”

    The young man snapped out of the rut he seemed to be in, let loose of Neal’s neck, and reached over for his shorts, which had been tossed in the bed of the truck. He whistled and gave Neal a sharp look. There were a dozen packets of condoms, all connected in a long string. Chaz took time to count them out loud. A full dozen.

    “You’ve come to party,” he growled.

    “Don’t you know it? So party,” Neal answered in a Betty Boop voice. He waited until he heard the snap of the condom being pulled up to Chaz’ root, and then he reached down and guided the cock head to his hole. For the next twenty minutes all that could be heard were grunts, groans, gasps, and low moans, as Neal’s channel slowly pulled the thick cock inside and the two set up a rhythm of the fuck.

    Afterward, still inside Neal, Chaz leaned close down into him, their foreheads touching, and said, “You wanna be dropped back at the bookstore now, or do you wanna go for a beer? And maybe an afterward–or a bigger party.”

    “The beer sounds good.”

    While Neal readjusted his clothing, donning his camouflaging T-shirt and shorts again, Chaz went to the driver’s side of the truck, pulled a cell phone from underneath the front seat, and made a few quick calls.

    They drove to a seedy-looking roadhouse at the edge of Warsaw. The first thing Neal saw when they walked in were four beefy guys, looking as much like construction workers as Chaz did, sitting in a booth at the back corner of the place, the table top littered with full, but uncapped, beer bottles, and four sets of eyes glued to the entrance. The four faces, three white and one black, wore the identical grin.

    “Bill, Alphonse, Mickey, and Jeb,” Chaz said, in introduction, as they approached the booth. Instantly, all four faces took on an expression of confusion, but they quickly were smart enough to catch that these were their names for the day. “This here’s Jerry,” Chaz told them. “All sweetness, he is. And has  he got a surprise for anyone interested in checking him out.”

    With that, Chaz, slid in beside Bill and Alphonse on one side, and Mickey rolled out of the booth so that Neal could wedge between him and Jeb on the other side of the booth. Both Bill and Jeb tried to give Neal a bottle of beer at the same time, but Bill won the race. He took a moment longer than necessary to release Neal’s hand and was giving him a warm smile. Both Jeb and Mickey put arms around Neal’s shoulders on either side.

    Truth be known, Neal wasn’t worried or nervous at all. He hadn’t been shown this much attention by a group of guys for some time. Entertaining groups of guys had once been a specialty of his, though. Even the slip and panties idea was nothing new for him.

    The four new guys spent time trying to get Neal’s attention and one-upping each other in their form of charm as they plied him with beer. As soon as Neal started to act woozy, though, they increasingly joked and engaged in sexual innuendo talk among themselves and acted like Neal wasn’t even there–although he continued to be the center of attention.

    “You’ll be floored with this cutie’s secret,” Chaz said when he thought Neal’s ears were buzzing too loudly to hear what they were saying.

    “Give good head, does he?” That was Mickey.

    “That and more,” answered Chaz. “And a real surprise.”

    “I’ve put in for about all the beer I can afford,” Bill said. “We gonna do this or not?”

    “So, wanna take the chicken for a little ride?” Chaz asked.

    “In your new Dodge Ram?” Mickey asked.

    “Ram,” Alphonse, the black dude said. Then he laughed. “The man said ram and my dick stood up and saluted. I feel like ramming something. Ram, ram, ram.”

    “Careful, big guy,” Jeb said. “You could kill what you ram with what you got.”

    “So, again, wanna go for a ram . . . I mean a ride?” The offer was extended by Chaz again, who added his chuckle to the rest at his little joke.

    “We could take him to my place,” Mickey offered. “The old lady’s at her mother’s for the weekend. Neighbors not close enough to hear him.”

    “I say we make a picnic of him,” Alphonse said. “Down by the river. On Zeke’s–I mean Jeb’s– river property. I’ve got firsties.”

    “The hell you do, Alphonse,” Jeb chimed in. “You can use my place, but if you go first he won’t feel any of the rest of us inside him.”

    “Let’s stop for weed and beer to go on the way,” Bill said.

    Through all of this, Neal was moving his head back and forth, pointing it to whoever was talking the loudest at the moment, but giving a good indication from the sloppy grin on his face that he either didn’t really hear any of it or was OK with it all. Just like he’d done in school for attention.

    Five beefy studs and a scrawny Neal were loaded into the Dodge truck. Chaz and Alphonse were in front, the rest were in back, with Neal sitting on the lap of the middle guy, Bill.

    “Jesuzz Chriist!” Bill yelled from the backseat while the truck was buzzing through the countryside.

    “Found the secret, did ja?” Chaz called from the front seat.

    “The guy’s got on a black slip and panties,” Jeb informed the front seat.

    “So, enjoy,” Chaz called back. “I found it a turn-on. There’s a slit in the panties.”

    “Too late,” Mickey said, with a laugh. “They’re off. He’s already on Bill’s cock. Bill knows all about that slit.”

    All that could be heard inside the double cab for several miles were the sounds of sex from the backseat. Neal wasn’t doing much more than groaning and moaning, but when he gave a sharp cry, Chaz exclaimed a “What the fuck?” pulled over to the side of the road, and turned to look into the back. “Geez, guys, couldn’t you wait for that. You’ll finish him off before we even get there.”

    “Pull off more on the shoulder,” Alphonse said. “We can all do him right here.”

    Bill was sitting in the center of the backseat. Neal was crouched in his lap, facing him, his legs bent on either side of Bill’s hips and knees buried into the edge where the seat back met the cushion. He was still wearing the black slip, bunched up around his chest, but that was all. He was sitting on Bill’s cock. Jeb had moved around to Neal’s back, his own back pressed into the back of the front seat, and also had his cock inside Neal’s ass, on top of Bill’s. Mickey’s hand was between Bill’s and Neal’s bellies, and he was stroking Neal’s cock. Neal was flopping around between the two men double fucking him and moaning and groaning deeply. He had his eyes closed. His fists were grasping and digging into Bill’s shoulders, the fingers opening and closing in the rhythm of whoever’s cock was actively stroking inside him.

    With a snort of disgust, Chaz put the truck back on the road. “Not here, Alphonse. The cops police this road.”

    Chaz parked the Dodge Ram at the end of a track a quarter of a mile off the main road into Jeb’s heavily wooded river property. Jeb had cleared an area there, in a depression below the vehicle track and right next to a shallow river bed where water raced over exposed rocks. Jeb had put a picnic table down there, and whoever wasn’t occupied with Neal up at the truck sat around the picnic table smoking pot, drinking beer, and joking about the gang bang they were sharing. They were all naked, for quicker transitions. They left their clothes in the bed of the truck.

    Chaz had told them about the twelve condoms Neal had been carrying in his shorts–eleven when Chaz and Neal had gotten to the roadhouse, and nine when they had arrived at the picnic spot. They decided that they’d use them all–that would be their goal.

    Chaz looked up the hill at the truck and laughed. He was high enough to be amused by the tableau of Alphonse, the big black stud, standing on a log behind the truck’s tailgate, between Neal’s thin white legs, which were spread and raised and were quavering such that Chaz could discern every thrust of Alphones’ dick. Glimpses of Neal’s hands scrabbling around on Alphonse’s torso and the rim of the truck bed as he screamed his taking of a cock thicker than Bill’s and Jeb’s together amused Chaz.

    All the guys other than Chaz had already fucked Neal separately twice in the truck by the river–or en route to the river. Chaz had held Alphonse off. He knew that the big black would ream the scrawny little chicken a wide one. From Neal’s cries, this seemed to be the case.

    This was the eleventh fuck. Chaz was holding the twelfth condom packet. He was providing the chicken, so he would have the last helping.

    When Alphonse was finished and had turned to climb down the hill to the picnic table, Chaz rose and made his way up the hill. He lifted Neal out of the bed of the truck and, making sympathetic clucking noises, helped Neal hobble around to the door to the backseat. He opened the rear door, and Neal made to sit on the seat gingerly. But with a laugh, Chaz pushed Neal onto his back on the seat, his legs still out of the truck. Neal moaned as Chaz rolled the last condom on his cock, and then, with a groan, Neal lifted his legs and spread them and planted his heels in the top frame of the doors on that side of the truck, arched his back, and gave a little cry as Chaz planted his feet on the running board, pushed his torso into the truck’s backseat, suspended over Neal’s, thrust inside Neal, and began to pump him hard and fast.

    After putting their clothes back on, the beefy construction workers climbed back into the truck cab. They left Neal lying on his back on the gunny sacks in the bed of the truck, an arm flung over his face, and groaning.

    Chaz let his four friends out at the roadhouse at the edge of Warsaw and then drove back to the shopping center where the big box bookstore was located. He pulled over to the far edge of the parking area, where there were no cars even remotely close, backed the truck to some trees, turned it off, and got out. He marched around to the tailgate, lowered it, grabbed Neal by one of his ankles and pulled him to the edge. Then he lifted the moaning Neal out of the truck. Neal wasn’t moving a muscle. He let Chaz manipulate him like a rag doll. Chaz laid him down on the mulch at the fringe of the parking lot. Neal had struggled back into his shorts and T-shirt during the ride back into town.

    “Thanks for the party, bitch,” Chaz growled. “The slip and panties were a fun surprise. Sorry, I don’t know what happened to the panties. One of the guys took them as a souvenir probably. But that’s what you get for taking chances like that. Bet you don’t do that again anytime soon. No charge for the lesson.”

    Neal opened his eyes, peeking at Chaz’ truck as it moved off, across the empty zone of the parking lot.

    Bet I do it again next weekend, he thought. Although maybe not with as good results.

    He scampered up, belying the weakness he had been displaying, and pulled back into the woods at the edge of the parking lot. He’d work his way around to his Camaro, parked at the other end of the shopping center from the big box bookstore. He suspected Chaz would be back–maybe sooner than later. Neal would watch for this as he went to his car.

    He had just endured the riskiest part of all of this. It wasn’t the pickup or the gang bang, or the double fuck, or Alphonse’s monster cock, or being fucked twelve times. Neal had enjoyed all of that. That was one of the talents he couldn’t brag about in public. He loved taking cock and could take it all day and in super sizes. Alphonse had been the best fuck of the lot–because Neal was an unabashed size queen.

    It was because of his other talent. There had been a distinct danger that one of those dummies would notice that they’d all been stripped of their credit cards and folding money during the gang bang. While one was leaving him and the other arriving at the truck’s tailgate, Neal had been rifling their wallets. The roadhouse gang would discover that as soon as they tried to pay for beer at the roadhouse. Chaz could realize it even sooner than that.

    But Neal had disarmed them all with his act that he couldn’t hold his beer and that he had become so incapacitated that he just let them gangbang him. The truth was that he’d never lost control over himself and he loved being gangbanged. He loved being the center of attention for groups of beefy and hung men.

    And Neal would be at it again next weekend–standing at the gay and lesbian shelf in some big box bookstore in some new town, waiting for some dummy to pick him up, give Neal the fuck he craved–today had been a bonanza–and then gift Neal with all his folding money and his credit cards, which Neal would fence for a tidy sum. Neal wasn’t from Warsaw. He lived in Fort Worth. And he would never hit the bookstores there.

    Next week Kokomo maybe. That was far enough away from Fort Worth–and from Warsaw. These guys had laughed at him while they banged him. Neal was used to that. But Neal always had the last laugh.


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  • An unexpected encounter with Thai twinks

    AN UNEXPECTED TWINS DELIGHT

    I have just come back from a holiday in Koh Samui. It was very enjoyable with no crowds, good weather, but how the prices have gone up since we last went about 4 years ago.

    There is no active open gay scene. But when I went for a drink in a quiet, dark and romantic bar, I found, quite unexpectedly, sheer delight.

    There was a beautiful young man sitting by the end of the bar, smiling and chatting to customers. There were a few people in there. I gathered my drink and went and sat down on along, soft sofa. A few minutes later, this guy from the end of the bar came over to welcome me. His name was ‘Joe’. He had short hair, brushed with a parting to the side, lovely soft brown skin, back hair, slim and about 5’8″ tall.

    He asked me if he could sit down with me to chat about my holiday. Of course, I said yes !!

    I asked him if there were any gay bars, gay saunas etc., and he said there were 2 gay lady-boy cabarets, but several gay people came into this bar. He asked me what I was looking for, and I said I just wanted a nice time with a nice boy who could speak English. He spoke very good English.

    He smiled and moved right up to the side of me and we clinked glasses and said cheers. The table in front of us was an enormous, thick wooden table. As he chatted to me and asked me about the holiday, his right hand slowly moved onto my left thigh. Impossible for anyone to see because of the dim lights and the big table. I put my hand on top of his, and he leaned over and gave me little kiss. Then he whispered into my ear that he was a twin, and his brother was in another room, and they would love to keep me company, if I wanted. I said yes, of course, and he got up, told me to bring my drink with me and follow him.

    We went through a door and up a flight of stairs. Was I being stupid? I was much bigger than him, so I went after him. He opened a door off the landing, into a kind of studio apartment – all very clean and neat and a lovely big bed – and his brother. We smiled, I introduced myself and he introduce himself with a kiss !!

    I was already half hard, and it was showing through my flimsy shorts and g-string I was wearing. The first boy, Joe, saw it immediately, and dropped his hand and gave it a very soft grasp and rub. He said, oh you are a big man, and I just got stronger and stronger. I pulled his hand away and asked them what they wanted to do and what was it going to cost me.

    The second boy, whose nickname was Den, said that we all just wanted a nice time, be happy, and then I could buy them a drink downstairs afterwards. And that was it – really !!

    They were not only identical twins but they wore identical half-length trousers and pretty tee-shirts. I said I did not want any fucking, but we could do anything else they liked. Den came over to me, lifted up his arms and asked me to take off his tee shirt. He had a gorgeous smooth, light brown, hairless body. I started to take off mine, but Joe said that was his job, once I had removed his. I did just that, and revealed an identical beautiful body on Joe, but now I was rigid downstairs. I couldn’t seeany bulges on them.

    They lifted my arms, took off my tee shirt and then Den came and kneeled in front of me, while Joe sent behind me. Den put his mouth over my bulge and shorts, while Joe slipped his hand down my shorts and could feel my g-string. He laughed and said how sexy it felt, then put his two hands inside the g-string and shorts, one hand on each cheek. He started to massage me, while Den continued to smoke me. But then he continued to kneel whilst putting his hand onto the waist band of the shorts and pulled them down slowly. Joe helped him from the back – and in next to know time, there I was, standing in my pretty red and black g-string, with my erection coming right out of the top, resting on my stomach, glistening with pre-cum.

    I said – no further – until we are all stripped off. So Joe went and lay on his back on the bed and waved me to come over. I sat by his side and slowly massaged him through his trousers. He felt lovely, but not big. Most Thai boys are small – which I like! Den came and sat by me and started to lick the pre-cum off me, but not holding me or trying to remove my g-string. He was bent over me so I could not feel him.

    I unbuttoned Joe and slowly pulled down his trousers and dropped them on the floor. He was wearing standard white briefs which most Thai boys wear. He now had an erection which my hand grasped, and he gasped at the feel of me holding him. I kept my hand on his bulge and turned and made Den sit on the other side of me. I then did exactly the same to him – and he was also wearing whiteys! And he also had a lovely little tent in them which I held with my other hand. Thai boys are very sensitive down there, and he gasped as I held him.

    So there we were- me sitting up with an erection fighting its way out of my g-string and the twins lying either side of me in their whiteys with me holding both of them. I kissed them both on the mouth and then on their nipples. The groaning grew louder when I did that and Joe said he was almost cumming. I said to him, no, not yet, far too quickly, and he said never mind, most Thai boys can cum many times.

    And then he gave a big groan and shot his load inside his briefs, and oozing out through the material. He seemed to be pumping for a long time, and Den leaned up to watch me holding this oozing penis inside Joe’s pants. When the pumping stopped, Den lay back down and put my hand on top of his bulge. After only about 5 or 6 strokes, Den also shouted something in Thai, arched his back and shot hos load, again inside his briefs. He did not pump so long, but the sperm still oozed through.

    Then Joe moved onto the floor and got his first lick of my pre-cum, oozing quite a lot now. He said my cum tasted very sweet, as I did not eat very spicy food. I rubbed some of his ooze off his briefs and tasted his cum. It was lovely, but much spicier than mine. I then tried Den’s spunk and his was also spicy.

    They asked me to stand up, Joe staying on the floor with my rigid cock in his mouth, and Den standing behind me massaging my bum, but slowly pushing down on the string. Joe helped him from the front and soon my wet g-string was on the floor. They both put their hands on my cock and said how lovely and big it was. (They also told me not to worry, because neither of them wanted me to fuck them – they preferred to massage and eat.)

    After a lengthy cock and balls massage from them, I said it was time to take off their briefs. So they stood in front of me and just let me take them down slowly. Both of them had cum quite a lot of spunk, and I took each of them in turn in my mouth and washed them clean. I tried to get both of them in my mouth at the same time, but we couldn’t. Their spunk-filled briefs dropped on the floor next to my g-string.

    They then pushed me onto the bed, but asked me to lie right at the bottom, with my legs dangling on the floor. Den got on the bed with me, straight into the 69 position, although his penis was now very small and limp. He started to eat me slowly, and I was surprised that he could actually get me all into his mouth, and down his throat. This made for very good eating.

    Joe pushed up my legs into the air and licked my balls gently. I forgot to tell you, neither of them had any pubic hair and I always remove mine, so all three of us looked like babies – very beautiful. Joe’s tongue went everywhere and ended up right round my hole and then he plunged it inside my arse. Oh my god, what a lovely feeling – his tongue fucking my arse and his brother giving me a long, slow blow-job. I gasped when Joe went inside my arse and Den’s little cock fell out of my mouth. He immediately put it back in !! It was still limp but was showing signs of life again.

    I told them to slow down because I could feel the starting of my orgasm – and I am not lie a Thai boy who can cum and cum and cum !! Den said to swap over, so I then found his tongue going into all the right places, and Joe’s penis in my mouth. He was not so limp as Den’s and he started to get a bit stronger when I started to eat him. He gagged when he tried to put my cock into his mouth, but then slowed up and finally got it all in. My orgasm signs were getting very strong now. I told them both to slow down, and they said, no problem, we have plenty of time, you can cum twice! I wasn’t sure I could, but was getting past the point of no return.

    I told them I was about to shoot my load, and Joe stopped eating me and stood up in front of me. Den continued to tongue fuck my arse, while Joe started to wank me off. His little hand would not go right round, so he used both hands, which felt gorgeous. He used his spit and my pre-cum as lube. I was straining and feeling the throbbing of my cock, and it pulsed every time Den pushed his tongue inside. I tried to hold on, but couldn’t, and said I am CUMMING……………… Joe continued to wank me but put his mouth over my cock just as I started to shoot my load. He kept his mouth on me, but the last bit oozed out of his mouth. He pulled Den from my arse and kissed HIM…….passing a load of my spunk to him.

    They then both came and kissed me giving me back a load of my own spunk. I did not swallow it, but shot it back to them in a series of kisses, till it had all gone somewhere, each of us swallowing some.

    Then they pushed me back on the bed and both came into the 69 position, one each side of me. I was still stiff but slowly going down. But a bottle of oil appeared and they liberally doused my balls and penis with oil. I put out my hand and then rubbed oil onto both of them. We all massaged together for a long time, and they both came back to life, and somehow, my penis never actually went down.

    Joe then got up and lay down on top of me, our oily bodies sliding together. Den leaned over and started to kiss me non-stop while I held his penis, now covered in oil. Joe kept rubbing his body over mine, our two rigid penises working together. Den then moved his hand and started massaging my balls while Joe stayed on top of me with his legs open to let Den massage and then finger fuck again.

    Bliss for about another 10 minutes, then I felt Joe on top of me suddenly went still and his body was stiff. He kissed me long and deep as his little penis pumped out another load of cum onto my stomach.

    Den’s fingers found my prostate, and while Joe just lay on me, exhausted, Den finger fucked my prostate until I shuddered and shot another load onto Joe’s and my stomach. Joe slipped off to let Den slide onto my spunk-covered stomach and then he put his hands onto my shoulders and moved his body up and down mine, kissed me very strongly, held me very tightly, and shot his second load. He then rolled off me and there we were, me in the middle, covered in lovely spunk, and a beautiful twin boy in each arm, all of us panting with the efforts.

    We chatted like that for a while and then one of them asked me to stay the night with them. I told them So one of them wanked me while the other one stood on the side of me with his right hand uo my arse, finger-fucking me, and his left hand massaging my balls.

    I could not believe it, but I got strong again and reached orgasm very quickly. I only shot a little load, but I was so sensitive and powerless. We got dried, kissed a lot and then went down for the promised drink.

    When I was ready to go, I got out my wallet and said I wanted to give them some pocket money for a lovely evening. They both got very angry with me and said they were NOT money boys but just enjoyed sex. And no foreigners had been in to the bar for a drink for many nights, so they were both very horny. Hence my adventure……………I had a motor bike ride back to the hotel, because, no way, could I walk!

    The following day I flew back home, but my balls, penis and arse were still very tender…….a lovely memory on the plane.


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  • Client Two

                 I called Michael from my office that day. I was taking a short “coffee break” before lunch to look at all the ads on the erotic masseur site that I often used. Although I saw an erotic masseur about once a month, I had never found one that I had wanted to make my “regular” masseur. I had enjoyed the sessions I had booked with the masseurs advertising on the site but I never felt a connection or spark between myself and the masseur that made me want to book a second session with any one of them. Each masseur had seemed – well, impersonal. They had each kept it a very erotic but “professional” experience. I knew that none of them had probably used his real name in their ad and so I never used my real name when booking a session with any of them. I was looking to make that connection with one of the masseurs that I found online, wanting to become one of “the regulars.” Looking for a man I could trust with my real name.

    I was a regular player on our company softball team in the spring and summer. We had just had the first practice after work the day before and all my muscles ached. Not that I was out of shape or anything. I was a regular at the gym all winter. But ball practice always tapped into muscles I never used any other time of the year and waking those muscles up each season was always difficult. So I was eager to book a massage for that evening, after work.

    Luckily, my office was fairly secluded on the floor and my desk turned so no one could see the computer screen without standing directly behind me. So I tapped the name of the site I wanted into the computer and the home page blossomed on the screen on my desk. Photos of men beckoned, all masseurs in various states of undress and able to be organized according to almost any criteria a would-be client could imagine: the newest ads posted on the site, the ads most recently updated on the site, the ads of masseurs closest to my location, the ads of masseurs ranged according to rates (highest to lowest or vice-versa), the ads of masseurs according to client ratings, the ads of those who were “featured” on the site. I had gone through each of these ways of organizing the ads many, many times before. Today, I clicked on the “newest” icon, to see which ads had been added since the last time I had looked at the site. Thumbnail photos with their headlines danced and rearranged themselves on the screen.

    The first two of the “newest” ads were for masseurs I recognized from other sites. I had enjoyed my sessions with each of them but was not interested in an encore with either of them. But then I glanced at the third ad and caught my breath.

    The thumbnail for the third ad showed a man I had not met before. A handsome man, shirtless, smiled out at me from the screen. His chest and arms, crossed over his chest, looked well-developed but not overly so in an artificial steroid-induced kind of way. He cheeks and chin sported just enough “5 o’clock shadow” to be attractive but not unkempt. His stomach was flat and I could see the ripples of muscles beneath the skin but again, not in an over-developed way.

    But his smile was his most attractive characteristic of all. He looked relaxed and strong, confident but friendly. The headline next to the photo announced his name was “Michael.” I clicked on the ad for more information. The advertised rates for sessions seemed fair and the reviews posted by previous clients were glowing. The neighborhood he lived on the same subway line I used to get to work but further uptown than my office. I picked up my phone and dialed the number.

    “Hello?” A deep voice answered on the first ring. A golden voice I could easily imagine coming from the man I saw on the screen before me.

    “Hello. Michael?” I asked.

    “Yes, this is Michael,” he answered. “What can I do for you today?”

    “Hello, Michael. My name is Fred,” I lied, introducing myself as I always did when speaking with a man offering erotic massage. “I just started practice yesterday with my company’s softball team and those muscles – I haven’t played since the end of the season last year — are pretty sore today.” Well, that was the truth. “I was hoping to schedule an appointment with you after work.”

    “Softball, huh?” he chuckled. But the chuckle was in a friendly way, not like he was mocking my athletic abilities or interests. “Baseball was always my favorite game in high school. It’s a great sport. What position do you play?”

    No erotic masseur had ever paused on the phone to discuss my hobbies like this. “I… I play outfield,” I told him. “What position did you play in school?”

    “I was the pitcher.” In my mind’s eye, I could see the man from the ad standing on the pitcher’s mound, a mitt on one hand and the baseball in the other, winding up to send the ball out towards the batter. The uniform, for one of the local teams, was stretched taut over his torso and then as the ball flew towards the batter the uniform – in my imagination – simply melted away to reveal his stunningly gorgeous body beneath it.

    “Pitcher? That’s a great position to play. I got the chance to pitch in high school sometimes but our team at work really needs good outfielders now more than it needs another pitcher.” We both laughed, already comfortable together discussing an interest in a sport we shared. We continued to share opinions of the players on the local pro baseball teams and our expectations of their chances in the upcoming season.

    “What time are you available this evening, Michael?” I was finally able to ask.

    “I have one appointment already scheduled for 7:30,” he told me. “I could see you before that – at six – or after that, at nine. Which works better for you?”

    “I don’t think I could get away from my desk in time to meet you at six,” I confessed. I thought about it. A nine o’clock appointment just meant I would not have to rush out of the office and that I could finish a few things at my desk rather than take them home with me. I could grab a sandwich at a deli for dinner and then get on the subway to meet Michael.

    “Nine o’clock? That’ll be great! See you then!” I told him.

    “See you then, Fred.”

    He had remembered my “name.” Impressive.

    *** *** ***

    I got to Michael’s building about ten minutes early. I thought about walking around the block a few times but then just decided to ring his bell. If he wasn’t ready yet, I figured he simply wouldn’t answer the door. But the door buzzed almost as soon as I pressed the intercom for his apartment and I pushed the door open. I found the elevator across the lobby and pressed the button for Michael’s floor.

    He opened the apartment door before I had finished knocking. His bright smile above his sport shirt filled the doorway and he reached out to shake my hand while I was still in the hallway.

    “Fred! It’s god to see you, buddy!” he exclaimed, grasping my hand and pulling me into the apartment. The door clicked shut behind me. He had still remembered my “name.”

    “Glad you could come by tonight.” He made it sound like we were old friends getting together to catch up on what we’d been doing. I liked that.

    “Me too, Michael.” I smiled and already felt tension in my muscles dissolving.

    I was standing in a softly lit entryway, music quietly playing somewhere further back in the apartment. There were several doors opening off this central hallway, most of the light in the hall coming through one of those doors that – as we walked past it – I saw was the kitchen.

    “C’mon right down this way,” he instructed me, leading me down the hallway. He opened a door at the end of the hallway, on the left side and stepped aside as he gestured for me to go in. I did and he followed, leaving the door ajar behind him.

    This room was dimly lit but this time the illumination came from a variety of candles placed around the room. The music was playing here, though I still could not identify its source. But it was a soothing melody and I figured was to help clients – like me – feel at ease here.

    We were in a bedroom. The bed was the most prominent feature, placed in the center of the room. A variety of pillows were scattered across the headboard and the spread was folded down along the foot of the mattress. The dark sheets looked clean and crisp. A large bath towel was spread across the midsection of the mattress.

    “Just make yourself comfortable there, Fred.” Michael gestured toward the bed. “Here. Let me take those for you.” I handed him my jacket and briefcase which he set on a chair next to the door as I sat on the edge of the mattress. As I lifted one foot to untie a shoelace, he turned back to me and bent down to take my foot and finish untying the laces. He gently pulled off one shoe, then the other and pulled the socks off as well, slipping them into the shoes. He began to work the bottom of one foot with both of his hands, pushing and rubbing my sole and then gently twisting and pulling each toe. He ran his little finger between each toe and resumed his preliminary massage of my foot.

    I spread out my palms on the bed and leaned back to enjoy this. “Ahh, Michael. This is great.”

    “Glad you like it, Fred. Feet are always a great place to get started.” He propped the foot he had been working on against his knee and began to massage the other. After a few moments, he placed both my feet back down on the floor. He stood.

    “Now let’s get the rest of you just as comfortable.” He smiled down at me as he loosened my tie and began to unbutton my shirt. He reached inside and gave my nipple a light-hearted twist. I shivered at his touch, but not because his hands were cold. Far from it. I grinned back at him.

    He reached down and undid my belt as well, then unzipped and opened my pants as best he could. I raised myself from the bed just enough to make it possible for him to tug my pants off. He folded them neatly and placed them on the chair beside the door as well. Then he returned to continue undressing me, running his fingertips along my thighs, along my inner arms, across my collarbone as each emerged from the confines of the clothing he removed. He stood close to me and his palms gently fluttered across my shoulders and down my back. I breathed in his scent as he stood there, his cheek pressed against his shirt.

    Finally, I was undressed. My cock was already beginning to swing upwards.

    “Go ahead, Fred. Lie down on your stomach there, on the towel,” Michael whispered in my ear. “Then we’ll work out all those softball kinks you’ve got there. You’ll be ready for the big leagues in no time.”

    I swung my legs up onto the bed and lay down on my stomach, adjusting the towel beneath me as Michel had instructed me. I lay my face down, closed my eyes, and waited. I could hear the rustling of Michael’s clothes being unbuttoned and shed and then the sound of a bottle top popping off. The scent of baby oil filled the room. I heard the oil sputter out of the bottle and Michael’s hands rubbing together.

    Then electricity sparked up and down the length of my body as Michael’s strong hands began gliding along my shoulders, rubbing the knots and kinks out of first my left shoulder and then my right. The tug as Michael pulled my left arm felt both good and bad as joints popped and muscles stretched. As Michael worked my hands down the length of my arm, my manipulations caused nerves to contract reflexively in my hand and I realized that he was cradling Michael’s sac in my palm; Michael’s large and furry sac, filled with two oversized major league quality….

    “Got the bat to go with these?” I murmured, turning my face to the side but keeping my eyes closed and speaking half to myself and half to the bed I was lying on.

    “As a matter of fact…,” Michael muttered, and shifted himself slightly, placing his half-engorged – and growing stiffer by the minute – bat into my outstretched fingers. It certainly did match the rest of Michael’s proportions and rivaled in both strength and size any cock I had fondled before. Nothing had ever settled so naturally into my grasp. A contented sigh escaped my lips as I relaxed into the massage, fondling the equipment of my masseur.

    There was a sudden vacancy in my hand and a deep, golden growling as I felt the weight on the bed shift. Michael was lifting himself onto the bed, straddling my fuzzy ass cheeks and reaching over and across my outstretched back to continue massaging my right shoulder. I felt Michael’s strong hairy legs flex on either side of my own. My left and right arms readjusted themselves, enfolding his well-defined legs between my hands and his own legs running alongside mine. I was trapped there, as surely as a base runner caught between bases as he tried to steal second. The stiff bat between Michael’s legs brushed and grazed the cleft between my cheeks and I flexed my ass in response. Although I could not see it, I realized later that a thin sparkling filament of pre-cum must have traced the emptiness between the tip of Michael’s now fully engorged equipment and my pale but fuzzy pitcher’s mounds beneath him. I heard Michael catch and hold his breath, hovering in midair a moment as if to avoid a premature bunt. No reason to clear the bench yet. “Charging the mound,” I decided, would have a whole new set of associations for me in the future.

    Michael’s hands worked the muscles just below my right shoulder. “Think of this as first base,” his rich voice purred quietly. “These muscles need to be worked and relaxed before anything else, just like a batter needs to reach first base before even hoping to get further than that.” His fingertips prodded under my shoulder blades and I sighed contentedly again. I felt myself slipping deeper and deeper into a relaxed connection with my new-found masseur. “Can life get better than this?” I asked myself, silently.

    “Now the runner heads toward second.” Michael continued his sports monologue, his hands gliding down my right side and working the muscles between my rib cage with one hand and the muscles along my spine with the other. Michael was breathing deeply with the exertion and gently rode my ass beneath him, his cock continuing to occasionally brush my ass and send another sticky tingle up my spine. Our mutual deep breathing came to border on moaning in tandem with each other as Michael seemed to give himself up to appreciating the feel of my skin beneath him as much as I appreciated the feel of his hands and body above me.

    Michael’s hands engulfed the mid-portion of my back, kneading the muscles there. A wordless gurgle of appreciation rose from my throat. Michael shifted back slightly from my ass and I could feel the tip of his cock tickle the crack between my cheeks, his cock seemingly aimed right at my increasingly relaxed and ready asshole – which twitched with excited anticipation as Michael shifted his weight and position.

    “The runner rounds third,” he chuckled. His hands slipped easily down my lower back and love handles, molding themselves around the firm top of my cheeks he was straddling. He pressed his legs more tightly against me and I responded by pressing back with my own legs. Michael grasped my thighs more tightly with his hands and began exploring the ridges and valleys of my own muscular, fur-clad legs. I flexed my ass cheeks again and felt Michael’s long, thick bat trapped there a moment before it slipped free, the pre-cum leaving what I imagined was a shiny slippery trail.

    Michael continued kneading my muscles under his hands, including both mounds of my ass in his ministrations. We rocked gently in rhythm and I felt the tension and excitement buzzing within me. A stadium full of fans, waiting with bated breath to see if the ball soaring through the air above them would be a home-run, could not have been so electrified.

    Without warning, Michael unexpectedly reached up and over and took the back of my neck in both hands. I could feel his pecs and tits brush my shoulder blades as his cock plowed up along the lower portion of my spine. My masseur’s hands swept around my neck and along both my shoulders and then in one graceful movement down my spine and along the top of my hips beneath his own pelvis. The thrill of his touch left me gasping, unable to get my breath back.

    Twice more he repeated the electrifying flight of his hands across my shoulders, down my back, and along the top of my ass. Just as gracefully, he slid off the bed and stood beside me. He reached under my pelvis and pulled my own stiff cock and large sac down so that the mushroom head poked out between my thighs, nestled on the big sac and between the testicles within it. As my dick’s head scraped the surface of the towel beneath me, the rough scratchiness was not unpleasant. It tickled, in a way. Nicely. I shivered.

    Michael kept hold of my dick with one hand while reaching for the oil with his other. I heard the gurgle of oil and felt it splash against my dick, balls, thighs, and the masterful fingers that held them all. Michael began massaging the tip of my cut dick with both hands, gliding my thumbs along the short portion of the shaft that was available. One thumb reached up and into my crack, exploring the tight hole hiding there. I sighed and gave myself over completely to his therapeutic touch, pressing my ass back against his thumb as it gently entered the waiting hole.

    Michael’s hand continued to manipulate my balls and dick’s head nestled so cozily below my ass cheeks while, with his other hand, the thumb and then two fingers slid up to massage my prostate. He wrapped his fingers around my sac, as close to the base as he could reach, and pulled. His slick hands travelled down the thick folds of skin and I pressed back with all the energy I could muster, pushing both my dick and prostate closer to the source of these angelic ministrations.

    Michael’s massage became quicker and more intense in response to my pushing back. Quicker. Harder. Gasping. Moaning. Pressing. Pushing. Exploding….

    I shot wave after wave of steaming cum into Michael’s hand. It spilled over his knuckles and pooled on the towel beneath them. He held my spurting virility for a long moment, allowing it to finally slow and then lie still in his sticky palm. The fingers massaging my prostate gradually pulled out, allowing the throbbing of my prostate to subside.

    *** *** ***

    Later, having showered and dressed, I paid him – adding a generous tip for the care and attention he had shown me. He gave me a peck on the cheek, his scruffy face sending more tingles of electricity along my jaw and down my neck.

    “Sorry you don’t have time for a double-header, Fred” he whispered. By the end of each of my previous sessions with other masseurs, none of the other masseurs had remembered the name I had given. But I knew that I had found the masseur I had been looking for to make my monthly visits to. I would not only book a second session with Michael, but a third and a fourth as well. I anticipated even feeling comfortable enough at our next session to tell him my real name.

    “Oh, we’ll be sure to meet again,” I promised myself as much as Michael. “We have at least another eight innings to go in this game!”

    [taken from “I Saw Your Ad  Online…”(Book 2) by David Tate]


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  • A sexy journey home by monorail

    Every day here in Thailand, you can almost guarantee a sexual experience, as all Thais, both male and female love sex.

    Last week I went to Bangkok to do some shopping, and left my car at the end of the overhead monorail car park and did all my journeys by train – faster and cheaper and definitely sexier. But this latest experience was one I could never have imagined would happen.

    It was late afternoon and all the trains going everywhere are very crowded and you usually have to stand up (few seats) and hold onto something – an overhead rail or hanging straps etc

    Anyway, this time I was holding my shopping in my left hand and holding onto the overhead rail with my right. The train was packed tight – so no-one could move except when getting out. Next to me, back to me, was a business man, about 30-35, very well dressed and nicely groomed. As the train started, we all jostled a bit as the train lurched. And straight away, a hand I could not see was touching my genitals, softly and not moving. I did nothing to move away, in fact I moved an inch closer to where the hand was.

    The hand did not move either, and now I was pressed against it, and some feelings of hardening starting to appear. The hand then slowly opened and the touching hand now became a touching open hand with fingers – all very slow and gentle. That was too much for me, and I became very strong and my penis stood up straight and rigid inside my knee length shorts (thin material – so I had an obvious tent, but no-one could see anything as we were all packed in so tightly.

    I was sure it was the business man, as he half turned his head with a smile on it, although we could not see each other properly. I could not return the enjoyment because of my shopping, so just stood there and enjoyed it. Even though the train stopped every 2 or 3 minutes, more people got on and pushed everyone tighter together. We were both obviously going a long way.

    The fingers on the hand opened up slowly and grasped my erection, and started to move up and down. I had a thong on underneath so everything was very strong and tight. He never speeded up, but the shaking of the train and his lovely fingers were doing their work too quickly for me. I sensed he knew it, because he half turned again and nodded slowly. He speeded up just a little bit, but the train was rattling along and I knew I would not last too long.

    I panted a little bit, as I felt the end in sight. He could feel me throbbing, more and more, and then……………..too much, and I shot my load inside my thong. He kept sliding his hand up and down and squeezing gently. Oh god, when was I going to stop cumming. I could not see what kind of mess I was in, whether it had cum through my shorts, although I could feel something running down my leg.

    He knew I had cum and just held my penis as it slowly subsided, and then we stopped at the next station. To my horror, he moved forward and pushed his way to the door and got out ! As he turned to walk along the platform, he turned and looked at me smiling. He gave me a small thumbs up sign, smiled and then walked on, wiping his hand on a white handkerchief,and out of my sight.

    I still could not check the state I was in, but could feel more warm water running down my leg.

    I got out of the train 2 stations after that, and could then see myself. Although the front of my shorts were very wet, they were dark blue patterned, so nothing showed. The wet runny sperm on my leg was almost transparent, so again nothing was showing.

    I slipped into the loo, closed the door, slipped down my shorts and slowly peeled down my pretty orange thong which was soaked, with sperm inside and out. I washed as best I could and then walked out and across to my car.

    I got in, looked in the mirror, and started laughing at the latest sexy experience since moving to Thailand. My only regret was that I could not see him properly or talk to him and arrange to meet.

    A stranger on a monorail……………………………


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  • Options

    Paul was one who would do anything. Tall, attractive, with thick wavy dark hair and his skin tone light which made his red cheeks such a highlight, giving him a boyish innocent look. But looks can be deceiving. He would get girls to do things they wouldn’t do with the other guys, the way he talked to them, caressed their bodies, and rubbed his body against theirs, letting his hard cock leave a slick trail wherever it moved over the girl’s skin. The girls would suck him off, swallowing every drop. They let Paul fuck them in the ass, the penetration painful as his thick cock squeezed through the tight ring of their opening, but they took it, every stroke, as he whispered in their ear how much they meant to him. One girl stayed at his apartment one Saturday tied to his bed, naked, letting him fuck her for hours on end till his cock was sore and red and he couldn’t cum any more.

    Paul viewed sex as a pleasure everyone should indulge in whenever the mood struck. It was something that was human, a release from the daily grind and a way to feel pleasure. He indulged often.

    Paul sought every opportunity for sex, sometimes in ways his friends wouldn’t understand. Ways they would not approve. Paul felt his attractions, his desires, toward not just the females on campus, but the males too. At times it was the males he was more attracted, the way the sex could be so physical, a little rougher, with the whole encounter with another guy all about enjoying the sex and getting off. No request for phone numbers or wanting to get to know him. Just ‘thanks for a good time’ and they were gone.

    How many times he had fucked some girl in his apartment in the early hours of the evening, got her to leave so he could study, only to dress as soon as she left and go out looking for sex with a guy he couldn’t say, for he did it often. With the girl he got off the hardest, felt the way cum surged through his cock with force, but later, with some guy, the fuck lasted longer, his need to cum not so urgent and he could fuck for a long time. Or take a fuck for a long time, his cock pinned underneath him or between him and the guy hammering away at his hole.

    Paul was a junior, and it was just turning spring and the semester was getting underway and he found himself on his bed, alone, just letting his mind wander back to his past escapades. He smiled as his eyes stared up toward the ceiling not seeing as his mind shifted through the scenes of the last few years when he became fully aware of his sexuality, the way it wasn’t defined by some societal norm or preconceptions. He tugged on his cock, his gym shorts worn soft, the fabric frayed and thin and he felt his cock thicken with his arousal.

    He thought of the first time he let a guy suck him off years ago back in his hometown. There was a carnival in the nearby city and he had gone with a couple of friends. It was late, the night hot and humid, and he had begged off going again on some ride and found himself roaming among the stalls of games, then back around among the rear side of the tents and vans away from the crowds. He had no idea why he went back there or where he was really going but it was darker, the noise of the crowds muted and he walked with his hands in the front pockets of his jeans. He remembered how his jeans had rode low on his waist, and with his hands pushing downward in his pockets, they slid down further, till the t-shirt he wore slipped free and his lower abdomen was visible. He remembered how he felt, sexual in a bawdy way and he had felt his cock grow thick in his jeans and push obscenely outward till he had to tug on it, shift it over so it didn’t feel pinched within his briefs.

    “You’re not suppose to be back here” a voice had said out of the darkness and a young guy, not much older than Paul stepped out of the shadows.

    “I’m sorry…I…was just getting out of the crowds for a moment” Paul replied as he looked at the guy, the apparent roughness of him, his tank top loose fitting, dirty, and the jeans he wore were frayed, the knees blown out, a hole near the crotch. The guy was nearly as tall as Paul, but his body leaner, all long arms and legs, and his blonde hair was just over his ears, roughly cut, uncombed, and a goatee surrounded his mouth, a mouth Paul saw part slightly as he licked his lips.

    “Maybe you’re looking for something” the guy said as he tugged on the crotch of his jeans and Paul saw the button was undone, the jeans gapped ever so slightly, only the zipper holding them in place and in the gap he saw the fine light hair that trailed along the guy’s abdomen. Paul felt embolden and he tugged on his own cock, felt his arousal, a state he didn’t think about, not in this situation, for he just let it happen away from prying eyes. He wanted to see where this would lead.

    “Maybe I’m just looking for someone to suck my dick” he boasted in a cocky manner, suddenly sensing an opportunity.

    “You think I suck dick?” the guy replied with a grin on his face.

    “And probably a lot more” Paul added and he boldly moved toward the guy who was backing between two large box trucks, the few lights in the area blocked and the space dark, concealed. Paul moved up to the guy, only the white tank top really visible and he felt the guy touch him, felt fingers manipulate his cock, squeeze it, and trace its outline.

    “You’re aroused already” the guys said sniggering.

    “Yeah…take it out why don’t you” Paul said as he stood there letting the guy fondle him.

    The darkness didn’t allow Paul to see everything the guy was doing, but he felt it. Felt the way his jeans were undone and opened up, felt the way his briefs were tugged down under his balls and the warm night air as it touched his bare cock and balls and not quick enough for Paul, felt the guy take his cock, firmly in hand, and stroke it up harder. The guy moved down onto his knees and Paul put his hands on the guy’s shoulders and felt the fabric of the tank top and some bare skin that was warm to the touch and he inhaled deeply as he felt his cock slip into the guy’s mouth. The guy wasn’t timid about it, wasn’t doing it because Paul wanted it, like the girls he had gotten to suck him off. The guy sucked the head hard as he fisted the shaft, he swirled his tongue over it, and probed the slit with the tip of this tongue making Paul struggle to stand still. The guy removed his fist and sank Paul’s cock all the way into his mouth till his nose touched Paul’s abdomen holding there an incredibly long time, the feel of him swallowing and sucking to get air into his lungs was stimulation Paul had never felt before and he placed his hands on the guy’s head feeling the way hair combed through his fingers. Paul was so hard his cock ached for release.

    The guy began to fuck his mouth on Paul’s cock, worked it back and forth, faster and faster until Paul couldn’t take it anymore. Paul held the guy’s head firmly and began to pump his hips, to drive his cock into the guy’s mouth, fucking it. He wanted to get off, needed to, and felt the surge of cum race through his cock, felt his cock surge up thicker, harder, more sensitive to every touch, and he came, came hard, pumping his thick cum into the guy’s mouth, pumping his cock through it till he shoved it down the guy’s throat and pumped some back out. Cum trickled down the guy’s chin as he took every thrust and he stroked Paul’s legs with his hands, encouraging Paul to finish himself off, to shoot all of it into his mouth. Paul staggered as he pumped the last of his cum out and the guy held his legs firmly to keep him upright. The guy pulled off Paul’s cock and held it up, licking off all traces of cum till it glistened in the dim light penetrating the darkness.

    “Fuck” Paul whispered as the guy sat back with his head turned up toward him. Paul couldn’t make out his face very well in the darkness but he swore the guy was smiling.

    “Thanks” the guy finally said as Paul got his jeans back in place and by the time he had them buttoned the guy was gone.

    Paul lay on his bed remembering how he had been so wound up afterward, obsessed with the way that guy had wanted to suck his cock, sucked it till his mouth was full of cum. Then the way he had swallowed it, all of it and then cleaned his cock off was just unbelievable to Paul at the time. He knew better now, but back then it was a shock, one he couldn’t get out of his mind. He knew the carnival was to leave after the next weekend and he had gone back the next Friday night, alone, with one goal in mind.

    It had rained the night before and part of that morning so the ground was wet, but it hadn’t deterred anyone from going. The carnival was packed that night and Paul had roamed around awhile, somehow sensing he was too early to be looking for that guy again. He played a few of the games, went to a couple of attractions and whenever he saw someone he knew he made his way around them, wanting to avoid getting caught up with any of his friends.

    It was late when he had made his way to the place he had gone before, the place where he cut off the public path and made his way to the back side of the vendors and gaming booths and once again he found only a few people moving back and forth through the dimly lit area. He had moved slowly, looking in every dark nook and cranny searching for the guy. He had walked twice as far as last time and didn’t see him and began to think he should get back to the public side. But he couldn’t give up and turned and slowly made his way back the way he had come, cutting around trucks and tents, stepping over cables as he went until he was near the place. As he approached he saw the guy come from between two trucks carrying a box to one of the booths. Paul eased forward till he was standing at the trucks where he waited for the guy to emerge from the booth.

    It was only a short time and the plywood door opened up and the guy came out. At first he didn’t notice Paul standing there but when Paul stood up away from the truck the guy noticed the movement and realized it was Paul. Paul looked at how the guy was dressed, a white t-shirt, smeared with dirt and grime and the same jeans from last weekend. The guy smiled and came up to Paul, so close Paul could smell his scent, the sweat of his exertions, the cigarette smoke, and something else, some masculine scent.

    “Funny to see you again” the guy said.

    “I…well…” Paul stammered.

    “Looking for a little action?”

    “Yeah” Paul whispered and the guy reached out and ran his hand over Paul’s crotch making his cock come alive, begin to thicken and stretch out. Then the guy surprised Paul, reached out and took Paul’s hand putting it on his own crotch.

    “Feel me” the guy whispered. Paul ran his fingers over the guy’s crotch, felt the soft worn denim give easily under his ministrations and he felt the guy’s cock, the way it lay to the side. Paul let his fingers slide down the flap of fabric that loosely covered the zipper till he felt the hole, the one he could only see the edge, and he slipped his middle finger into it and quickly felt the bare soft flesh, the skin of the guy’s sac and Paul slipped his index finger into the hole too, rubbing them around, feeling the guy’s nuts slide around loosely. The guy leaned forward and put his lips to Paul’s neck, nipped at the skin and ran his tongue upward till he was rimming Paul’s ear. Paul tried to slip a third finger into the hole and he heard the ripping of the guy’s jeans.

    “You can undo my jeans and take it out” the guy sniggered as he continued to grope Paul squeezing his cock making him grow hard. Paul reached for the zipper knowing the jeans weren’t buttoned pulling it down. He felt the hard cock brush by his hand as it slipped free of its confinement and the jeans fell to the guy’s ankles. The guy sniggered again and pushed Paul into a dark area between trucks short stepping along with him with his jeans around his ankles. In the darkness, concealed from prying eyes Paul took the guy’s cock, felt the hardness of it, the way it curved upward, and he ran his hand roughly along its length, stroking it, letting it fill his hand with its girth. Paul realized his own jeans were open, his cock out in the open when the guy pushed downward on them getting them to slip down to mid thigh. The guy stroked Paul as Paul did to him and suddenly Paul felt the guy kiss him, roughly, the contact so physical, and Paul returned the kiss letting a moan escape showing the sense of his urgency.

    Then everything changed, Paul’s expectations, what he had sought out was turned around and he found himself going to his knees, the guy’s hand on his shoulder encouraging him to drop down. He held the guy’s cock in his fist and put his tongue to the head and when he tasted the clear liquid beading up at the slit it surprised him, this odd sweetness, and he put his lips to the head and let it slip between them and into his mouth. He felt the way the cock moved over his tongue as it sank into his mouth till it pushed at the back of his throat. He did the best he could, working his mouth along the shaft, sucking the head, licking it, stroking the shaft with his fist as he did it. He heard the guy moan, then whisper to him, encouraging him onward.

    “Suck it…yeah…suck my cock…fucking punk bastard…” the guy whispered and Paul did it, sucked harder, worked his mouth faster back and forth till he felt the guy’s hands tighten on his shoulders, felt the rocking of the guy’s hips as he began to pump his cock into Paul’s mouth gagging him occasionally. “Shit…I’m going to cum…take it…take my load…cocksucker…” the guy stammered as Paul felt the cock flex in his mouth, swell up larger and suddenly his mouth flood with cum, thick, odd tasting as the guy’s cock pumped through it, pushing some down his throat and some back out letting it dribble down his chin.

    The guy grabbed Paul by the hair and pulled his head back as he leaned forward, kissing him roughly. The guy’s tongue swirled around in his mouth tasting the load he had just dumped into it. Then he was gone. So quickly Paul found himself still on his knees, his own cock so hard it was drooling a long thin strand down to the wet ground. Paul didn’t get up but stayed in the darkness as he took his cock in hand and with only a few strokes blasted his cum on the ground, thick wads flying everywhere as he stifled a moan and inhaled air in short gasps. When he finally got up he wiped cum from his chin and got his jeans back in place realizing his knees were soaking wet. He didn’t care as he strolled back out into public area of the carnival heading for the exit.

    That had been the first time he tasted another man’s cum and now lying on the bed he thought of how many guys he had sucked off since, the way each was different, the shape of their cock, the way they liked to be manipulated and finally, the way their cum tasted. But he found something about it enticing, desirable and had to admit he even liked licking his own cum off his hand when he masturbated. And he especially liked doing what that carnival worker had done, getting someone to suck him off so he could kiss them, run his tongue in their mouth and taste his own load they were savoring just before swallowing it.

    Paul felt his cock stir, felt the way it elongated, stretched out, hardening with his thoughts of sex. He let his fingers trace over it, moved it around till the head slipped under the stretched out waistband of his gym shorts and he could let his fingers stroke over the exposed flesh. The sensitive head flared up as he ran his fingers over it and he let the memory of his first time fucking a guy surface and how surprised he was when the opportunity literally lay before him.

    The summer before leaving for college he had been hanging out with his friends, partying in town or going to the nearby city to movies or concerts, and over the course of those few weeks he pulled away from the girls who he had went out with in high school, the ones he got to suck him off or let him fuck, for he told himself he was going to soon be busy hooking up with college girls, but it was more complicated than that for he also thought often of the man at the carnival, the guy who sucked him off with such enthusiasm and then on his return trip, he was the one to suck cock, the one to take a load and swallow it, and he let those desires confuse him, make him question what he really wanted. For those few weeks he masturbated constantly and each time it was the image of that carnival worker and his cock that Paul would let take over his fantasy as he jerked off.

    Sex remained just below the surface of his thoughts, constantly haunting him, and when the guys began to joke around about girls and sex Paul would feel a sudden bawdiness, the sense of a rebel in their midst. And he looked at each of his closest friends in ways sexual, what ifs, imagining them naked, in a setting other than the showers from PE or football practice. He looked at Ryan, short, stocky, blonde and thought of his fat cock, he looked at Matt, a solid build, average height, average in so many ways, except his personality, one outgoing, playful, with a suspicious allure and finally there was Jack, tall, strongly built but not bulging, with reddish brown hair and freckles over his shoulders and the faintest line over his nose and cheeks making him, like Paul himself, boyish in his appearance, a certain naïve charm, one so misleading.

    And it was Jack who would lead Paul to discover other pleasures.

    The two of them had been in Jack’s room playing video games as they talked of their plans in college, the latest gossip among their friends all the while egging each other on as one, then the other, took some advantage and scored. Jack’s parents had been gone and Paul recalled it was a Wednesday, or was it a Thursday? He couldn’t remember, but it had been raining, which was why they were inside, Jack on the floor leaned back against his bed and Paul lying across it, his arms over the side where he could shift and move with his manipulation of the controls. Jack was wearing only jeans and Paul was wearing, he now recalled, a pair of Jack’s gym shorts and t-shirt, for they had gotten caught in Jack’s Jeep, the top down, doors off, when it had started to rain.

    It began with Jack cheating on a reset and they began to wrestle around on the floor, laughing, calling each other names. Paul had lost his grip on Jack’s arm and found himself pinned to the floor on his back, Jack on top of him. Jack’s bare chest, heaving up and down, was warm against him, both worked up with their exertions and Paul felt Jack press down on his crotch and suddenly Jack realized Paul was hard, his cock bulging upward in the flimsy gym shorts and Jack looked at him with raised eye brows.

    “You perv…you’ve got a hard on” Jack said in a low voice and Paul at first acted shocked but he looked at Jack’s expression and pushed upward with his hips, lewdly.

    “You are too” Paul whispered and he felt Jack run his hand downward, fingers grazing over his stomach and down between them till he felt Jack grasp his cock through the gym shorts.

    “You’re…” Jack began but he let the sentence remain unfinished as he leaned down and kissed Paul, quickly, just a quick touch of lips, then he jerked back, shocked at what he had done. “I’m sorry…I…” and Paul grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him back down, pressing their lips together, firmly, mouths opening quickly, tongues dueling, and Paul pushed his hips upward pressing his cock into Jack’s hand.

    Paul ran his hands over Jack’s back, ran them down the smooth curve to his waist and let his fingers glide underneath the waistband and feel the bare cheeks of Jack’s ass. He pulled their bodies together feeling his own arousal press against Jack. Paul knew he would have to take the lead, would be the one to keep things going, for Jack would have probably backed down, and stopped anything from going further if his anxieties were allowed to take control. Paul rolled Jack onto his back and sat up over him pulling the t-shirt off. Jack’s hand rubbed over his stomach and up his bare chest, and Jack sat up, grabbed Paul by the neck and pulled himself up till he could kiss Paul, pressing their lips together. Paul ground his ass down on Jack’s crotch and felt Jack’s cock, hard, thick and rock solid, and he rocked over it, rubbing his ass over it, the idea of taking it, letting Jack fuck him, suddenly the only thought he could form. Jack’s hand moved down and his fingers slipped behind the waistband of the shorts and freed Paul’s cock, let the flared head stick up over the waistband where he manipulated it with his fingers, stroked them over the soft spongy head till it began to feel slick, wet, the precum beading up in the slit.

    Paul rolled off Jack and sitting on the floor next to him, he pulled the shorts off, letting his cock flop out free, the wet head slapping up against his abdomen leaving a slick smear on his skin. Jack was working his legs free of the jeans, the soft reddish brown hair on his lower legs brushing up against Paul’s naked thigh, ticklish the way only the hair touched him. For a brief moment they sat on the floor facing each other, looking at the other’s erection, the way their bodies seemed to be tensed up, eager for release and Paul watched as Jack tentatively reached over and ran his hand over Paul’s leg, up his bare smooth thigh till Jack’s fingers brushed against his sac, combed through the small fan of pubic hair and ran lightly up the hard shaft till they were smearing the clear slick liquid beading up at the slit and Paul gasped at the touch, sitting still, watching every move of Jack’s hand, savoring each touch.

    “What do you want to do?” Jack asked, his voice anxious with his desire and fear all mixed together.

    “What do you want?” Paul asked in reply as he let his own hand move up Jack’s leg to the thick hard cock standing straight up, the shaft ram rod straight, and Paul watched the clear liquid bead up at the slit and trickle down the head thickly and he moved his hand to it quickly, grasped the head and twirled his fingers around it smearing the slick liquid over it and down the shaft. Paul looked at Jack’s cock, thought about it penetrating his hole, spreading him open and every inch sinking into his body, but then he saw the look on Jack’s face and suddenly everything was different. He watched Jack roll over and get on his stomach, the long body stretched out before him, the curve of his spine cascading down to the round cheeks of his ass and Paul watched as Jack spread his legs letting him see his sac squeezed out between them. Jack propped up on his elbows and looked over his shoulder back at Paul.

    “Go easy…okay?” Jack whispered.

    Paul moved over Jack’s thigh on his knees. He held his hand under his cock, it so hard it flexed up and down in front of him as he let saliva build up in his mouth like a response to a hunger and he let it drool from his mouth and down over his cock pooling in his hand below. He rubbed it over the head and down the shaft and quickly moved over Jack, afraid to tarry for he didn’t want his cock to dry and he didn’t want Jack to have time to reconsider. He saw Jack turn his face toward the floor and hold his head down waiting as Paul’s cock nudge up to his hole, rub over it slickly smearing spit and precum over it. Paul shifted his body into position and bore down on the virgin hole, slowly breaching its tightness, the head of his cock penetrating into the hot soft recess of Jack’s tunnel. Jack rose up, cried out and Paul saw how his body shivered and the skin glisten with the sweat that beaded up on its surface. Paul held still a moment as he felt the tightness of Jack’s opening squeezing his cock finally loosen, its grip slacken slightly and he pushed forward sinking inch after inch into Jack.

    When Paul had his cock buried into Jack, every inch, he lay on Jack’s back feeling the heat of his body, the way he quivered beneath him and he brought his mouth to the back of Jack’s neck and kissed the bare skin softly, gently pressing his lips to the warm flesh.

    “You okay?” Paul whispered with his lips grazing over Jack’s skin.

    “Yeah…” Jack whispered and Paul felt Jack push up with his hips and knew he was ready. Paul began slowly, pulling upward only an inch or so as he worked his cock in Jack’s hole, slowly building up his pace, pulling upward more and more, feeling the tight ring milk his cock as it moved through it. Paul laced his fingers through Jack’s and pushed down, pinning them to the floor as he rose up and began to fuck, to drive his cock into Jack, hammering away at his hole.

    “Goddamn…you’re tight…” Paul uttered as he swung his hips, every downward thrust smacking hips against ass cheeks. Paul felt Jack undulating underneath him, felt the way he moved his ass, rising up to meet his downward plunge, over and over, till both of them were sweating, breathing hard, and Paul kept up his pace, thrusting inward harder and harder till he felt his cock swell up, grow so sensitive every move consumed him. Cum surged through his cock and he shoved inward, all the way and pumped it deep into Jack filling his hole with cum. He pumped his hips a few more times feeling the way his cum made Jack’s hole so slick to his sensitive cock. When he pulled out he quickly rolled Jack over and saw the wet spot on the rug and Jack’s cock growing flaccid with the head slimy with cum. For a brief moment they looked at each other, and when Paul began to ask if Jack was okay they heard his parents drive up.

    Paul remembered how they hadn’t had a chance to talk, how for days afterward he couldn’t get Jack to take his call or respond to text messages and then it was only brief replies, avoiding all mention of what they had done. It was the next summer before he was to see Jack. So for his freshman year, the way he felt thrown into this new environment and the way it suddenly took over his life in ways he hadn’t considered he found himself dating girls, his mind preoccupied with his courses, making new friends, all the social activities, and so many opportunities at new experiences he couldn’t filter it all nor had he acted on his sexual attractions of other guys. It had been there, always, and he found himself looking at the guys he hung out, guys on his floor of the dorm and those he passed on campus daily, but it would be half way through spring semester before he acted on this sexual attraction.

    Paul pushed his shorts down his legs, worked his legs to get them to slide down to his ankles and he kicked them off, sending them flying across the room. Naked, he lay there, slowly stroking his cock, his hand moving smoothly up the shaft and over the head and he pushed his head back closed his eyes and savored the feel of his hand on his cock and the sensation triggered his memory of that spring semester, his first time with a guy in college. It was a guy in his English class, this guy with an Australian accent, in the states on some kind of scholarship studying microbiology and he was one of the guys Paul watched with desire.

    Oliver Martin, about Paul’s height, nice build the way his t-shirts fit tight to his upper chest and hung loose around the waist, his hair long, down to his shoulders, typically pulled back into a ponytail and when he stood his jeans were tight showing off his round ass and Paul had noticed, noticed all of him. Paul fantasized about fucking Oliver, fantasized of having him on his hands and knees taking cock up the ass as Paul pulled on that ponytail.

    Paul thought he was discrete, thought the way the girls in class swooned over Oliver would hide the fact he was just as attracted to him, had the same desires, but midway through the semester Oliver caught him looking at him in such a daze Paul hadn’t realized Oliver was looking back at him. Oliver smiled and winked and Paul realized he had been caught and turned away, blushing at his recklessness. But he felt relieved, a sense that if something was possible it could now happen and he found himself glancing over at Oliver and from time to time he met Oliver’s eyes.

    After class Paul lingered behind, put his books away slowly as he watched out of the corner of his eye the usual antics of one girl or another trying to get Oliver to ask them out or to agree to come over to their apartment and Paul suddenly realized Oliver was always begging off, never committed to any proposal. It seemed futile to wait for Oliver to get free of the girl who had him cornered that day and he headed to the door thinking he’d try to catch him before their next class. He was almost out the door when he heard his name called out in that familiar accent.

    “Paul, wait up will you?” Oliver said across the room.

    “Okay” Paul replied as he tried not to smile, thinking ‘not this time bitches’.

    They had spent the rest of the day together, first at a little tavern near the campus and finally going to a popular restaurant before they ended up back at Oliver’s apartment. There were no cat or mouse games, no rituals to act their way through, for as soon as they got inside and the door barely latched Oliver had Paul against it, lips pressed to lips, hands roaming over bodies, tugging on clothes till both were naked and Paul was stroking Oliver’s cock in the same slow rhythm Oliver was using on him.

    Paul remembered how he knew this was it, the moment he would get his ass fucked and it’d be by this Aussie and the long thin cock he had held in his hands, stroking it till the clear drool fell from the head and down to the floor.

    “I wanna fuck you.”

    Oliver had said it, stated what he wanted, and Paul found he wanted it too, felt an inner desire that wanted Oliver to penetrate him and he followed Oliver to his bedroom, watched him throw back the bed covers, then playfully toss him down on it. For Paul everything happened so fast, the touching, the kissing and fondling until he was on his back Oliver holding him by the ankles bending him over double till his ass was upturned and Oliver’s long thin cock was rubbing along the valley of his ass, moving over his hole and stroking his desires. When Oliver’s cock centered on his hole, pressed against its tightness Paul inhaled deeply and took Oliver, took every inch as Oliver eased his cock into him till Paul felt their bodies come together. Oliver fucked with a steady rhythm, unhurried for a long time, just pumping his cock into Paul, deeply sinking into his hole on every downward thrust. Paul lay back, holding his ankles for a long time feeling every inch of Oliver move through his hole.

    “Fuck me” Paul uttered as he let his legs slip around Oliver’s waist and his arms around Oliver’s neck, hugging their bodies together, feeling the movement of each one as they undulated in their fuck. Paul’s cock was so hard every rub of Oliver’s body against it made it leak more. Paul pushed his ass upward taking Oliver’s cock, all of it, pushing for every inch, and Oliver began to pump his hips faster, to drive into Paul harder till the bed rocked obscenely, banging into the wall and squeaking with the motion of their fuck.

    Oliver opened Paul up, bore into his soul, and Paul threw his arms over his head, closed his eyes and savored every sensation, every move on top of him until he couldn’t take it any longer and he came, pumping cum between their bodies, the thick wads smearing between them slickly as Oliver suddenly began to hammer his hole, to jam his cock in short hard thrusts into him and he rose up shoving his cock hard into Paul.

    “OHHH FUCK…I’m coming” Oliver cried out and he pumped his hips a few more times emptying himself into Paul.

    Paul stroked his cock as he remembered how the rest of that spring was so incredible with many afternoons spent at Oliver’s apartment getting his ass fucked. He often wondered why things didn’t develop further between them and if it was he who moved on first or was it Oliver for in hindsight it seemed as if the two of them just drifted apart and one day the next spring he saw Oliver with another guy heading across campus and it amused him, made him realize how he had moved on too.

    The summer was half over before he finally ran into Jack and it was awkward at first but Jack finally admitted his sense of guilt at what they had done, how he had been dating since then, Shelley who was a year behind them in school. Jack couldn’t admit how he liked what happened, how he had wanted it and in the end he made it clear, unspoken as it was, he didn’t want to have anything to do with Paul and made Paul promise not to ever tell.

    Even now he felt that knot in his stomach at what Jack had said and how he had walked away and Paul reflected on how the rest of the summer he became bolder, went in search of other guys who wanted to hook up. He found the social sites that gave him the avenues he was seeking and he soon found himself meeting guys regularly, getting sucked or doing the sucking and on occasion going further, bending some guy over and penetrating him, thrusting his cock into their hole, screwing around till he thought he was satisfied but within days he was in search of sex again. He hooked up with some of the girls in his hometown, took them out to the old logging road where he fucked them the way he liked to be fucked, hard, physical and he scared some of them and others he made cry out and cling to him as they tried to catch their breaths afterwards. After weeks of going from one person to the next he found he was more than ready for his sophomore year to begin.

    Paul lay there remembering how his sophomore year was just a blur of events. His classes were the toughest, making him spend many hours at his desk or in the library and he found he was partying with the guys in the dorm more than before, and his new roommate, Nick, was the kind of guy Paul found no sexual attraction. Nick was attractive but something about his attitude was just too much, the way he carried himself, the way he went on about partying and girls. Paul thought about how it was probably a good thing for if Nick had been game with the attitude he had at the beginning of the year he knew it could have gotten out of hand. So when spring arrived Paul found himself dating Kathy and for a while he thought maybe, just maybe she could be the one. The one to tame his wild side, to provide him a stable life and they dated for a month. But he was restless and knew Kathy really wasn’t the one and he began to go out late at night and to places on campus he knew were risky. The park behind the agriculture department just before closing, the men’s room in the basement of the library, the one tucked in behind a stair shaft and he even went out to a porn store in the city, one with video booths in back. In the park he reciprocated, sucked the other guys off and even bent over once for one guy who’s cock reminded him of Oliver’s long thin cock. In the library he fed one hungry mouth after the next and on a few occasions found himself on his knees sucking each cock that came through the hole. It was the porn shop that scared him, the type of guys who came into the place, and when he had been inside roaming the narrow corridors and looking into booths where guys left the door open he saw everything; cock sucking, guys pushed up against the wall, pants down around their ankles taking it in the ass and he saw guys just standing in the booth, pants around their ankles stroking their cocks till they shot cum across the floor. He had gone to the store a few times and each time would eventually go into a booth and let some anonymous mouth suck him off. But by the end of the semester Paul realized he was looking for more, needed it to be more than just a fuck and he wondered if he could really accept the realities of what that entailed.

    Paul ran his hand over his bare chest as he thought of last summer and how it was the worst. He heard about Jack getting married after the fact and was hurt not to be invited and so he spent the rest of the summer just hanging around his home watching movies, playing games and going out occasionally with one of his old buddies from high school. He had wanted the summer to end as fast as possible and instead it dragged on for an eternity. By the time he got back to college he was wound up tight and he went on a tear, fucking everything in sight; boy and girl. When his new roommate was gone one weekend was when he hooked up with the woman who wanted to be tied up. He couldn’t remember her name but he’d never forget how much she wanted him to dominate her, to use her for his pleasure and he fucked her till the bottle of lube was empty and his cock was sore.

    After several weeks the fog in his mind lifted and he found himself lying on his bed watching his roommate study. Justin was a sophomore who was in art or graphic design or something similar. Paul wasn’t sure for they rarely talked. Justin had been in one of the other dorms, one across campus in an older section of student housing, but for some reason he was in their dorm now. He was gone most of the time in some studio class. Justin was quiet, didn’t have any friends in the building and Paul wasn’t sure if he had any at all for he seemed to always be alone and never talked of any social life on campus.

    Paul had studied Justin, like he was a case study or some exhibit, something to analyze. Paul at first didn’t think much of him, not sexually anyway, for Justin was so slim, and being tall, taller than Paul or most of the guys on the floor, being skinny made his height seem more pronounced. Justin was fair skinned with some natural tone, and when Paul had seen him getting dressed he couldn’t help but notice how boyish his body looked, the lack of definition along his torso, the lack of body hair, his underarm’s practically bare and his legs and arms were so smooth it made Justin look like he was in his early teens, not someone who recently turned twenty.

    But as the semester progressed Paul found himself trying to include Justin in his social life, inviting him to movies, dinner or just hanging out in town and slowly, over time Justin began to go along, to open up about himself. He was from Little Rock, the youngest of three and Paul learned other menial aspects of Justin’s life. But Justin always avoided anything personal, never seemed to be dating anyone, never joked about sex, or messing around, or even commented on what some of the others said in their bravado. And this intrigued Paul, made him want to know, caused him to be friendlier. But through the fall semester Justin kept a wall up around himself, never letting Paul, or anyone else, get really close. For Paul, it made Justin enticing, a growing allure about the guy, someone he began to let into his fantasies when he masturbated.

    Paul lay on his bed letting all these thoughts ramble around in his head, he filtering through them, bringing himself to understand how he had felt about Jack and how it had hurt to be rejected and then see Jack move on with his life, and he remembered the girls he dated, the ones he had been serious and how it always seemed unfulfilling in the end. Then he thought about the sex, just the sex, and he began to masturbate his hard cock, to stroke it with a tight fist, it slickly sliding up and down his cock. He thought of the guys he had had sex, the things they had done, and he lay back, eyes closed and he found himself picturing Justin, tall, skinny, never letting him see him completely naked, always wearing boxers, but he visualized the many times he had watched the crotch of Justin’s boxers, watched the movement within them as Justin moved, slipping his legs into shorts or jeans and he let the fantasy of touching Justin take over his thoughts as his hand moved vigorously on his cock.

    Paul hadn’t heard the door open, lost in his fantasy, lying naked on his bed stroking his cock.

    “OH SHIT” Justin exclaimed and Paul suddenly realized he wasn’t alone.

    “Oh…I’m….” Paul stammered as he rolled upright and put his hand over his cock trying to conceal this erection.

    “I’m sorry…I should have knocked…or…” Justin was stammering.

    Paul began to snigger, as he shook his head.

    “Relax…you caught me and you don’t have to knock to come into your own room, and I hope you don’t feel weird about catching me” Paul said as he saw Justin slowly ease the door completely closed. “I mean…we all do it, right?”

    Justin at first just stood there and slowly he nodded his head and then he smiled, knowingly.

    “Although when you have the opportunity with your schedule I have no idea” Paul said sarcastically.

    “Ahh…well…” Justin stammered and he bent over and picked up Paul’s gym shorts. Paul thought Justin was going to toss them over but Justin just held them, his fingers kneading the soft fabric and Paul suddenly grew bold. He lay back and let his hand run up his partially erect cock, tugging on it seductively. Justin watched him wide eyed and Paul noticed how Justin was raising his hand with the shorts.

    “You wouldn’t care if I finished what I started would you?” Paul asked and he saw Justin shake his head. “You want to join me…you know…give yourself some relief?” Paul asked and he saw Justin just stand there for a moment, then slowly he brought the shorts up to his nose and Paul watched Justin inhale the scent within them and it made his cock grow fully erect.

    “Come here” Paul said and Justin eased over to the side of his bed, his arms held straight down, the gym shorts still in one hand. Paul saw the timid nature of Justin’s shyness and he reached out slowly and ran his hand over the front of Justin’s jeans, over his hips and crotch, squeezing, fingers digging into the fabric manipulating the growing erection confined within them. Paul sat up swinging his legs around and pulled Justin up between them as he began to unfasten the jeans, slip the button free and pull the zipper down till he saw the bulging boxers beneath.

    “Is this okay?” Paul asked and Justin nodded his head as he watched Paul fondle his cock through the boxers. Paul leaned forward and put his mouth to the bulge and he manipulated it from head to base, worked his mouth over it till the boxers were nearly transparent in their wetness. Paul lifted up Justin’s shirt and looked at him imploringly and Justin understood, taking his shirt by the tail and lifting it over his head. Paul ran his hands over the slim torso, rubbed over the small nipples feeling the erect center slide over his palm. Justin inhaled deeply as Paul caressed his skin, ran hands over his chest, stomach and down his sides. Paul brought his hands down Justin’s sides feeling how thin he was, the way Justin’s torso fit within his hands and when he got down to Justin’s waist he grasped the jeans and boxers and slipped them down his legs till they fell freely to the floor.

    Justin’s cock stood up at a rigid angle, the arrow shaped head pointing up at Paul and slowly, as it flexed up and down, a bead of clear liquid pooled at the slit. Paul grasped Justin’s cock by the base and licked the head, swirling his tongue over it. Justin moaned at the touch as he balled his hands into fist and his body tensed up. Paul brought the spongy head to his lips and let it slip between them.

    “Ohhhh…” Justin exhaled as he felt Paul’s mouth slide down his rigid cock. Paul knew Justin was close and he worked his mouth up and down Justin’s cock only a few times before he pulled off. It was too soon, and Paul wanted it to last. He slid over on the bed and holding Justin’s hand led him to follow, getting Justin to lie next to him. Paul moved on top and he felt Justin shift his legs, spread them apart letting him slip down between them as he ground his rigid cock along the side of Justin’s cock. Justin’s legs wrapped around his legs and Justin’s arms came around his neck hugging him tightly. Justin suddenly came to life, was no longer rigid, timid in his movements, and he undulated beneath Paul, pushed up with his hips clinging to Paul, desperate, aroused, wanting Paul’s sex.

    “Do me…put it in me…please…” Justin pleaded, his voice hoarse. Justin wrapped his legs around Paul’s waist turning his ass upward. Paul barely moved and found his cock nestled against Justin’s hole, pressing against it, feeling its tightness. “Please” Justin moaned and Paul pushed forward and felt his cock penetrate the tight hole, felt how it squeezed his cock as he pushed inch after inch into it.

    Paul fucked slowly, pulled his cock slowly upward and sank it back in gently, over and over, hearing how each time Justin grunted, moaned and clung to him. Paul felt how Justin shivered with every penetrating push inward and felt the way Justin pushed up with his hips taking every inch. Justin’s body grew hot beneath Paul, his movements more animated and Paul began to fuck harder, increase his rhythm and Justin took it, every thrust, pleading, begging for Paul to fuck him.

    Paul rose up over him and began to piston his cock with urgency, to drive it into Justin hard, their bodies slapping together until he felt cum surge through his cock and he shoved inward hard pumping his load deep into Justin. Paul jabbed his cock inward over and over, each ejaculation pushed in deep until he was spent and he collapsed on top of Justin, heaving for breath and he realized he was sweating, his body hot against Justin.

    Paul leaned up and kissed Justin, lips pressed firmly to lips. Justin wrapped his arms around Paul and rolled him over, put him on his back. Justin slipped down between Paul’s legs, put his arms underneath Paul’s thighs and lifted them up and pushed forward folding Paul in half raising his ass, turning it upward. Paul was surprised at Justin’s sudden aggressiveness and he lay back grabbing the head board as he pushed his ass up offering himself up, encouraging Justin to take him. Paul felt Justin nudge up to his hole, felt him press against it and when he pushed back he felt Justin penetrate, felt the way he was stretched open and Justin sliding into him.

    Justin held Paul down on the bed as he pumped his hips, driving his cock into Paul’s hole. His long skinny body moved aggressively, hips moving up and down faster and faster, his fuck urgent. Paul felt the drops of sweat rain down on him, felt the heat between them, the way every touch was slick, wet and hot.

    “Fuck me…fuck me…” Paul urged and he closed his eyes and savored the way Justin was moving over him…and in him. Justin was soon breathing hard, driving his cock inward in hard thrusts and when he cried out he came, pumping his load until he was spent and his cock was so sensitive he couldn’t fuck another stroke and he slipped out of Paul and fell down next to him. They lay for a long time, their breathing slowly returning to normal and their skin feeling the cooling effects of their sweat evaporating away. Paul caressed Justin’s arm, ran his hand over the flat chest and down the undulating stomach and he realized how much he had been wanting this.

    Only a couple of days had passed when Paul found himself lying on his bed watching Justin study at his desk, as he had so many times before, but this time was different. Paul laid on his bed naked, his cock flaccid and his hole still tingling with their fuck and Justin sat at his desk naked letting Paul scan over every inch of his tall lanky body, the smooth skin, the angular aspect of his frame, and his long arms and legs. Paul lay there thinking he’d let Justin study for a couple of hours or so and then he’d lure him back to bed. He’d be ready by then, ready to feel Justin’s cock in his mouth and in his ass, ready to feel Justin take him, suck his cock and then take his fuck, each feeling the pleasure of the other.


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  • RESCUE MERescje

    This story contains sex scenes that are only safe in FICTION!

    BE SAFE WEAR A CONDOM.

    If you are under age, Stop it! You know you are not supposed to be here!

    Rescue Me

    Written By: Bill Hudley

    I hung up the phone and thought about getting an unlisted number. I had been listening to my Mother rant and rave yet again about how everything that I do is wrong. Why won’t I listen to her? Only she knows what’s best for her Son. She’s been telling me what I should be doing all of my life. Why do I never take her advice? She was right of course, my Mother has never been wrong, just ask her.

    I moved from my North Carolina roots to Colorado and put 1600 miles distance between us as soon as I possibly could. My Mother felt that if everyone would just listen and then do as she says, their lives would magically change into an idyllic paradise. She had to direct and guide everyone around her because only she knew what was best for them, they would benefit from her infinite wisdom and guidance it they would just do as she says.

    It should be no surprise that my Dad left her, I was 10 when he left. I didn’t hear from him again until my freshman year at college. To say that Mother is overbearing is a gross understatement, she has tried to run my affairs all of my life, from which friends I should keep to choosing my College courses and career.

    To my Dad’s credit, when I was 18 and enrolled in college I received a letter and package from him. The letter told me that he knew that my Mother had made me believe he hadn’t cared about me but he wanted me to know that he did care and loved me very much. He hoped that now that I was out of her house, he and I could meet and reacquaint ourselves and finally have a true Father and Son relationship. Halfway through his letter my hands were shaking so I could hardly read his words. I tore open the package and there were seven years worth of his letters and cards to his Son. Tears streamed down my face as I realized that my Dad loved me after all.

    He explained that she returned his letters to me after taking out the checks he had sent for Birthdays and Christmases. She never let me know he had written, the box held Birthday Cards and Christmas Cards for every year, plus at least one letter per month for seven years just to keep in touch.

    I remember Mother telling me my father never cared a whit about me, he never sent support checks and he never called or wrote. Facing the proof of her lies as I looked at the cards, letters and years of cancelled support checks from him was my turning point, I knew that I had to get through college and then I would get as far away from her as I could.

    The first time Dad came to visit me at college he started trying to explain why he left us. I told him that I knew, it was her. I would have left too if I had been old enough. I thanked him for all the letters and cards and told him that I had read everyone of them in chronological order at least five times.

    He called me once a week and visited once a month all through college, I grew to know him and love him. We still talk at least once a week. I’m so very lucky that he never gave up, He knew that once I was out of her house he would get to see me, spend time with me, and finally get to be my Dad. It didn’t phase him one bit when I told him I was gay. He told me to always be safe and he hoped I would find someone to love and be loved by. He and my boyfriend Carlen, tolerated each other for my sake, but I knew that neither cared much for the other.

    My Mother never knew that Dad visited me for a weekend once a month for four years while I was at college. He would come to Chapel Hill and get a motel room, we would go to dinner, ball games, sometimes a movie. We got to know each other and we became close. He’s been to visit me here in Boulder twice in the nine months I’ve been here. I don’t let Mother know because she would harass him constantly if she knew we were in contact.

    He quit paying her monthly support for me, when I graduated from UNC, then he started sending the checks to me. Now he just deposits them automatically to my account at my Credit Union. Even though I’ve told him how much money I earn and that I really do not need for him to send it, he told me once that he needed to send it. Now, I put the money into gifts for him and savings mostly and I always pay for his airfare to visit me here in Colorado. That causes our biggest disagreements, I know that he has to plan for his trips, financially. I don’t fuss at him for sending the money, I don’t want any strife or ill feelings between us. I’m able to love and cherish my Dad now, I’m so lucky that it was only seven years that he wasn’t in my life.

    My relationship with Carlen started in my second year at UNC and lasted until a few months after our graduation. We were getting along great but we weren’t able to get jobs in the same city after school. We held on for six months living 500 miles apart and finally the phone calls weren’t coming every other day, then finally none at all.

    When I phoned him my call always went to voicemail. Two days before Christmas his letter arrived. Carlen had met the love of his life and he and I were finished. The letter was full of the usual crap, it was him, not me, he was weak (well yeah!) and he wished me well. I could only wish that I was dead. He was my rock, the love of my life. He was gone.

    My Mother seized the opportunity to try and control me once again, ranting on and on that it was God’s will that separated us from our life of sin and evil. I knew that if I wanted to survive this and move on with my life I had to put a lot of distance between my Mother and me. I searched the internet for jobs in my field as far away from North Carolina as I could get. I settled into a new job in Boulder, Colorado and quickly grew to like the city it is so vibrant and active. I found a home to rent not far from the research facility where I was employed as a Microbiologist.

    In good weather I can ride my bike to work. It’s a bicycle, not a Motorcycle, but come to think of it, getting a Motorcycle would really tick off Mommy dearest!

    I’m David Alan Duggan, twenty eight years old, 5’9″ tall and weighing only 120 pounds. Thin, awkward, ungainly and painfully shy are words often used in describing me by others. I knew that this new job in a new city was my chance to change my life. I just had no clue as to where I should start remaking myself.

    After Carlen broke off our relationship I went into a tailspin, not caring how I looked and taking care only to be clean. I lost thirty five pounds and was mostly unrecognizable from my graduation picture in my college yearbook. I have a full, bushy beard, horn rimmed glasses and longish shaggy hair. There is nothing about me that is the least bit attractive other than my deep blue eyes that are partially hidden by my huge glasses.

    My co-worker, Janet Glennon, has sort of taken me under her wing, befriending me and doing her best to pull me out of my shell. She is constantly telling me to go to a gym and build up my body and gain some self confidence. Janet is the only person in the city that I know well enough to tell my secrets to. I’ve told her all about my time with Carlen, about my Mother and me growing up from 10 to 17 without my Father.

    After months of Janet’s constant questions and insistence, I joined a local gym. At first I mostly ran on the indoor track. I had tried out and made the track Team in High School but Mother insisted that I give it up. The idea of boys taking showers together horrified her. She truly feared that I would be drawn into a life of debauchery and sin if I took showers naked with other boys.

    Running with the Track Team was the best time I had while in High School. In retrospect I believe my Mother knew how much I enjoyed the Track Team which is why she insisted I give it up.

    Now sixteen hundred miles away, I run at least five miles every time I go to the gym. Running is all I did at first. After two weeks of just running at the gym, one of the trainers got me to lift some light weights and after a couple of days lifting I began to look forward to it.

    I discovered that if I was careful when I got into position to lift, I might get to look up the leg of my spotter’s shorts and see his full jockstrap. With a view like that, I learned quickly to really get into lifting. I liked it when the trainer put his hands on me, poking and pushing me into the correct positions, too. Mostly I just wanted to feel a man’s touch.

    My trainer, James, took particular care to point out the changes we were making in my body in the mirrors around the room. I could see my body filling out and I was encouraged enough to want to increase my efforts for even faster results. He gave me a diet to follow to speed up my muscle growth and maintain a healthy, balanced lifestyle. I also enjoyed my time in the showers at the gym. I was too shy to be overt in any way but I did sneak glances at some of them.

    After six weeks at the gym my work clothes were beginning to get tight and I knew it was time to get some new ones. I asked Janet for help and she took me shopping, getting a few things that were essential and could be matched into different outfits. We knew I would need larger ones again in a couple of months. I was very embarrassed when she literally pulled me into her hair salon and had Anton, her hairdresser give me a makeover.

    Sitting in the chair, Anton walked around me making tsk, tsk, sounds and shaking his head from side to side. He went to confer with Janet and I heard her telling him to do anything he thought would make me more attractive and give me more confidence. He was so effeminate I almost laughed at some of the poses he did while his ‘creative juices’ gathered like a coming storm.

    Without a word to me, he had me shampooed and proceeded to cut my hair into a short trendy cut. I wouldn’t see any of his work until he was finished so I used Janet’s facial expressions as my guide to how he was doing. When he took the clippers to my beard and left only the shadow stubble Janet looked truly stunned. I didn’t know how to read her expressions, was it good or bad.

    I thought he had finished but he walked over to confer again with Janet and she shook her head no. I wondered what the question was, but I didn’t ask Anton walked slowly back to me and I could see that his demeanor had changed. He was much less effeminate now and he was appraising how I looked. He walked completely around me, smiling now, and told me to close my eyes. He turned me to face the mirror.

    When he told me to open my eyes I was shocked. I shook my head no, I didn’t want to see that person staring back at me, that was the guy that Carlen didn’t love anymore. The one he tossed aside. Anton was truly astonished that I wasn’t happy with the new look.

    Janet rushed up asking what was wrong, She thought I looked amazing. I stuffed five twenties into Anton’s hand and almost ran out the door with Janet yelling for me to wait, In the car I explained to her that this is how I looked when Carlen and I were together except for my weight and new muscles. I don’t want to forever be the guy he threw away. Finally she calmed me down and explained that it wasn’t my looks that drove Carlen away. She lectured me.

    “David, your eyes are amazing, please don’t ever hide them behind these glasses again. Look at yourself, you’ve been hiding the handsome young man that you are all because you looked like this when you and Carlen broke up.

    The way you look was not the reason Carlen found someone else. We both know that you are far better off without Carlen in your life now.

    Oh my; Anton looks like he could just eat you up! Let’s get out of here quick before I have to find a new hairdresser. Move it Davey!”

    I laughed out loud at her. “Where the hell did ‘Davey’ come from Janet.”

    “My brother is named David, I always called him Davey, this new you reminds me of him and I’ll be calling you Davey from now on unless it bothers you.”

    “No, it doesn’t bother me at all, I like it better than just David. It puts even more distance between me and the guy I used to be.”

    I hadn’t been paying attention as she drove and I was surprised when she pulled up to the mall entrance of The Lensmen. Almost two hours later I walked out with stylish new glasses and my contacts were ordered on and on the way. Janet dropped me off at my home and went on her way to get ready for her date this evening. I thanked her and hugged her as she left.

    I went to my room and put on one of the new outfits and stepped over to the mirror. It was still a shock to see that face in the mirror. It took me back to those happier days until I remembered his letter telling me he had someone new.

    I stood there quite some time trying but never getting accustomed to seeing the face I had kept hidden for more than three years. I took the new workout gear from the shopping bag and decided to go the the gym before eating dinner.

    James, my trainer, approached as I came in and asked if he could help me, clearly he did not recognize the new me. When I told him it was me he had a hard time believing me until I changed and he saw my body and his work there.

    Life in the gym changed very suddenly and dramatically for me. As soon as I was into the locker room, a guy whose body I have admired since I started here, hit on me asking if I would like to come back to his place and play around. Surprised, I stuttered and stammered declining, then rushed to get changed and out to the machines.

    No one ever asked what happened to the weird little bearded guy whose locker I was using. From that day on, guys who had never even nodded hello, asked to spot me on the weights, to swim with them, run on the track and more than a few invites for dinner and drinks. None of them ever guessed that I was the weird little guy with the bushy beard and big glasses. I never accepted any of their invitations, I was still too insecure and too shy to go on a date, especially one where sex was expected.

    At work the day after my visit to Anton it was much the same thing, I was greeted with polite silence as I made my way to my cubicle. Several of the women had walked by me a few times when one finally stopped and asked who I was and what had happened to David. When I convinced her that I was David, there were squeals of surprise and she called everyone to come and see me. I felt the blood rising and knew I was bright red from blushing.

    That day changed a lot of things at work. I was suddenly an available man to women who never looked at me twice before yesterday. Even the men changed their attitude towards me, becoming friendlier and involving me more in discussions and asking my opinion on things like where to go for lunch to how to best manage a project. I was amazed and I learned valuable lessons from that experience.

    From that day on I have taken particular care in the way I present myself to others. Now I always look neat, well dressed and all clean and shiny. The changes it made in me were monumental. I lost a great deal of my shyness and I was even asked to be the Team Lead in some new work projects.

    My first real test came on the weekend when my Mother made her weekly phone call to lecture me on how to live my life. When I saw her number in the caller ID I let it go to voicemail, deciding that I would be the one who decided when I would talk with her.

    I was surprised at the difference in her when I called her. She wasn’t her usual aggressive self, more defensive and hesitant. I managed to turn the tables on her and spent the entire call telling her what she should do with her life. She was more than a little frustrated when I told her that I had to go because I was meeting friends for dinner. When I hung up from my Mother’s call I knew I liked this new, self confident man I was becoming.

    About two months after the makeover Janet talked me into going out to a club one Friday night. After paying the cover charges I realized we were at a gay bar. I became nervous and excited all at the same time. All went well at first, I got our drinks and we made our way to a small table for two.

    When Janet went to the powder room, Men started chatting me up and making passes, wild suggestions as to what they would like me to do to them. By the time Janet returned I was visibly shaking.

    “What happened, I wasn’t gone five minutes and you look like your dog just died. It’s Carlen isn’t it?”

    I just nodded yes.

    “It was more than just memories of Carlen. When you left the table there was this rush of men coming at me, telling me what they wanted me to do to them; what they wanted to do to me. I’ve never heard of some of the things they said. One guy wanted to get me into his swing?”

    Janet laughed. “I think you mean his ‘sling’ Davey. It’s a leather like hammock that you’re tied into with your legs splayed wide and you become the owners sex slave or vice versa. That’s a bit advanced for you now though. You just tell me when you’re ready and we’ll leave.”

    “Now! let’s get away from here Janet, please.”

    She dropped me off at my place and after changing I went to the fridge to rustle up something to eat. The only thing there was some pimento cheese spread that had a sell by date of a month ago.

    Besides being hungry I was also nervous and on edge. Hoping that good food would help, I drove down to a nearby all night diner for something to eat. When the server brought my food she asked if I would mind someone sharing the booth with me. Most of the booths were filled with more than one person, and since I was alone, would I mind. I said okay and didn’t really look up until a deep rich baritone voice standing beside me said.

    “Thanks man, I appreciate your letting me sit here.”

    When I looked up into the most brilliant emerald green eyes I had ever seen; I was stunned. His eyes held me, trance like. I finally realized that he was offering his hand to shake. I reached for it and sparks flew before we touched. I know it was only static electricity, but it is startling and makes both parties much more aware of the other.

    The stranger laughed and slid into the seat opposite me.

    “You think we should try this again and held out his hand. Warily I took it and we shook briefly with no static electricity this time.

    “I’m Dean Curtis.” he said.

    “I…I’m David Duggan,…g…good to meet you Dean.”

    “Sure, excuse me just a moment David, while I order.”

    I watched him peruse the menu, his eyelashes were dark and very long and full, his hair dark red, not quite Auburn and the hair on his forearms was a lighter

    red-orange color. His big squarish hands had little tufts of the red orange hair on his fingers as well. I could tell he was tall from what I could see above the tabletop at least 6’3″ maybe taller, he has wide shoulders and a tapering vee shaped torso plunged under the table top.

    There are manly, sexy, red curls spilling over the neck of his tee shirt. When he gave the server his order he looked back to me and gave me a smile that, while bright and almost blinding, shook me to my core. Dean Curtis is the most beautiful man I have ever seen!

    Dean talked, asking a few questions which I answered, trying my best not to stutter and stammer over my words while looking into his handsome face. When I finally got enough control to carry on a conversation, I was surprised to learn that Dean was the Soccer Coach with the University. He lives nearby and has been divorced for five years. I guessed him to be about 27 and learned that he had just turned 28 last month.

    I noticed while we were eating that Dean would just look at me, we didn’t talk. His eyes held mine, his eyes penerated my being, I felt naked and bare. Like he had looked into my soul, I shuddered inside. At that moment I would have done anything he asked.

    When we finished our meal he asked for coffee refills as they took the dishes away. I felt his foot against mine and I moved, thinking I had touched him. It wasn’t but a few moments until our feet were touching again.

    “David I think that I should tell you that I gave the Hostess a tip to ask if I could sit with you. I saw you here and I wanted to meet you. You are a very Handsome young man.”

    I felt the blood rising as I blushed heavily.

    “I didn’t mean to embarrass you, David, I assumed that you’re Gay, this place is where most of the local Gay crowd comes for a good meal. I’m really sorry.”

    “NO, you’re right. I am Gay, or at least I used to be. Since my partner and I split up almost four years ago, my experience has been extremely limited.”

    “Oh gosh, how long were you and your partner together? I haven’t had a relationship like that with a man as yet, I want to find a partner, one guy to be with, but I just haven’t met the right guy yet.”

    “Carlen and I were together from the start of second semester our second year at college until Christmas week after graduation. At the end, we were living 500 miles apart because of our jobs and he found someone else.”

    “Jeez Davey, that really sucks. I’m so sorry you had to go through that kind of pain. I’ve been divorced and I know how that can tear your heart out.”

    My head jerked up the minute I heard him call me Davey, I must have looked weird because he asked.

    “Does that bother you, calling you Davey, I mean?”

    “No, it just surprised me, you are the second person today to call me Davey. I really like it, no one but my friend Janet at work and now you calls me that. It’s good, and really it’s like another part of my makeover.”

    “Your makover?”

    I laughed. “Yeah, just two weeks ago you would have tipped the Hostess to be seated anywhere but with me. For more than 3 years I had a full, scraggly, untrimmed beard two inches long or more, long hair onto my shoulders, big thick, horn rimmed glasses and all complemented by an attitude of submission.

    I gave up after the breakup and I let myself go, not caring how I looked or even caring about life in general. I looked like a ‘Mad scientist’, I was just existing, not living life. The events happening in my life all seemed to be more than I could cope with at the time, so I left my North Carolina roots, found a job I really like and moved here.

    My friend Janet at work has me to going to the gym now and she took me in for this major overhaul. I have mixed feelings about it since I now look like I did when my Ex and I were together.

    I know I have to get over this thing with him, the rejection thing. Janet thinks this is the way to go so I’ll try it.”

    “Davey, tell Janet I said thank you. You look amazing.”

    I felt the blush reddening my face again. Dean looked at me and I thought I would melt from his smile. He waved off the server for another coffee refill and we made ready to leave. Just as I slid over to the edge of the booth, Dean gave me his card and told me that he would like to hear from me again and perhaps go out for a proper dinner one night. I just nodded and turned red again.

    When we were at the register paying for our meals, I took out my card and scribbled my number on the back and gave it to Dean. He looked at the card then up to me.

    “Jeez Davey! Handsome and smart too! Wow! I sure hope you aren’t turned off by sports or by Coaches. I’ll call and we’ll go out for dinner and drinks soon if you would like.”

    Dean walked me to my car and we shook hands again, he kept holding my hand and we were both just looking into the others eyes. I felt a twinge in my groin and realized that I was getting aroused, his emerald green eyes had me mesmerized, and my cock throbbing in my pants. I pulled my hand away and opened my car door and stood behind it, using it to cover the lump growing in my jeans.

    I started to stutter and stopped, got control and told him good night and that I looked forward to our next meeting. This is when the old David would have begged off or made an excuse to say no but I felt Dean was different. I wanted to see him again and I readily agreed, telling him I was free all week after six.

    Dean left to go to his car and I sat in mine trembling. Surprised at the physical reaction in my pants and elated at this chance meeting. I was grinning all the way home.

    Later that night in bed I realized that I was looking forward to going out to dinner with Dean. This was a major step forward for me. He was the first man I really wanted to be around in years.

    Physically, Dean was my dream man, tall, dark red hair, trim, fit and all man. He has a great personality that drew me in, all evening he made me feel that I mattered to him. Like I said before, he is the most beautiful man I could ever imagine. I knew I would daydream about him until our next meeting. As I lay in my bed thinking about him, my hand went to my crotch and I had my first sexual fantasy with the fabulous Coach Dean Curtis.

    When I told Janet about him the next day at work she was shocked. She knew who he was, she had met him at some fund raising meeting for one of the Not-For-Profits organizations in town. She expressed her disappointment at hearing that he wasn’t as eligible as she had hoped.

    I had trouble concentrating at work all day following meeting Dean at the diner. Every time I got into the groove, something would happen like a phone call, a co-worker asking a question and my thoughts were off the job at hand and back to Dean and his smile.

    By Wednesday I was getting anxious, I hadn’t heard from Dean. On the following Friday, still with no call from him, Janet and I stopped for after work drinks at Applebee’s down the street from our office. She had been ragging on me hard all week because I wouldn’t call Dean. Especially since I talked about him constantly to her. I excused myself to wash my hands.

    Coming back from the men’s room to our table I saw that Janet was calling someone. When I reached the table she handed me the phone, stood and started to walk away.

    “Here Davey, this is your phone, it’s ringing now, Say hello to Dean!”

    With the phone in my hand I was frozen in place, staring at her open mouthed!

    “YOU’RE CRAZY!” I yelled

    “Hello.”

    “Uh…D…Dean?

    Yes! Davey is that you?

    “Uh…yeah…Dean…it’s David.”

    “This is uncanny Davey, I was just thinking about you and wishing that that I your number. I lost your card and I couldn’t remember the name of your company. I’ve eaten at the diner all week hoping you would come in. I’m so sorry that I haven’t called but I’m very happy to hear from you. How are you Stud!”

    My mood improved instantly, and Janet, now sitting at the bar counter, had this smug look like she had just cured all the ills of the world.

    “Uh..sorry I haven’t called before now, but I’m kind of shy about this. My friend dialed you while I was coming back from the restroom. I may have to break her pretty neck,”

    “Go easy on her Davey, at least she got us talking. I feel like such a tool, losing the one card I wanted most to keep. Uh..Davey…I…I’ve thought a lot about you since we met. I want to take you to dinner soon, just food, drinks, and talk, get to know a bit about each other, get better acquainted. It should be no secret that I am strongly attracted to you.”

    I felt the myself blushing again and grinning.

    “That’s very good to hear, I hope that you know that the feeling is mutual. I never have plans so whenever you want just let me know.”

    “That’s great, how about we meet at eight tonight, is the Boulder Cafe on Pearl okay with you?”

    “Yes that will be great, I’ll see you there.”

    I closed my phone, got up and went to stand beside Janet and I kissed her on the cheek.

    “Dean and I thank you. I need to go home now and get ready for my dinner date tonight.”

    “I’m coming with you, I must approve of the way you look before you go out. You’re still new to this makeover thing. You’ll have to prove to me I can trust you, Davey.”

    Back at my place Janet settled into the couch with Josh Groban singing her love songs and one of my Coffee table books on Art Deco Style in her lap. I showered and searched for something to wear. I finally settled on an outfit and took my time dressing and spiking my hair just right. Ready at last I went out to let Janet ‘approve’ of my choice in clothing.

    I wore a Camel colored cashmere pullover, matching Camel tan slacks and my Navy blazer, with cordovan belt and shoes. My UNC Classring and a gold bracelet for just a bit of bling. When Janet turned to look at me I saw the surprise and shock on her face.

    “Damn Davey, that just isn’t fair. The poor guy won’t stand a chance, he’ll be grovelling at your feet all night! That outfit is perfect and you are finally perfect in it. You’ve learned to smile again this past week since meeting Dean. I don’t even know him yet and I approve of him.”

    I kissed her cheek again.

    “You know there’s no way I can repay you for what you have done for me. You’ve brought me back to life. I feel good again and you made it happen. Not tonight, but soon, I want you to meet Dean. Well, wish me luck, fingers crossed! Let’s hope all goes well tonight.”

    I spent too much time dressing and preening that I feared I might be late. I walked into the bar area and I saw Dean sitting over to one corner of the bar, he did a double take, then the look on his face was like Janets. He looked stunned. He stayed that way until he shook my hand.

    “David! I knew you were a great looking guy, but this! Can you see that everyone here, both men and women, are giving you the once over. I’ve got the most handsome date in town! Wow!”

    I smiled and leaned into him.

    “I was thinking that very same thing as I walked over to you. Wow!.

    Dean ordered us drinks and we sat at a table waiting to be called to the dining room. He seemed to be a little nervous and I asked him if everything was okay. He laughed and said.

    “Okay just doesn’t cover what I’m feeling now Davey, over the moon comes a little closer, Jeez you’re sure a handsome man!”

    “So how’s your week been, Coach.”

    “Full of young men playing games! That’s a joke…I’m a coach but I do not mix my private life with my job. Besides, they’re still kids. I want a man for my companion and friend.”

    “I imagine that there is a long line waiting to apply for that position. Where can I que up, Coach?”

    He laughed again. “You got the job just walking in here tonight. I don’t mean to gush, but Jeez Davey, you truly take my breath away.”

    “There another feeling that is mutual. Did you notice as we talked at my car that first night that I had to stand behind the open door to my car. I was getting aroused just looking into your eyes. It started here again tonight but I’m wearing a jock strap to hold me down.”

    “Aww Jeez…I didn’t need to know that, now I’ll be hard all night just thinking about you in a jockstrap!”

    We were saved by being called to the dining room. The Host seated us by a window at a table for four. We ordered more cocktails and looked over the Dinner menu.

    We shared an order of Garden Tomato Bruschetta for an appetizer. I ordered a Gorgonzola Salad with romaine, apple, chile-candied walnuts, sun-dried cranberries and gorgonzola with balsamic vinaigrette. I chose Santa Fe Salmon for my entree, grilled fresh salmon with a Santa Fe honey dijon sauce, crispy parmesan polenta and grilled squash.

    Dean Ordered the same Gorgonzola salad with the Bistro Steak and Fries, a grilled 8 ounce strip steak topped with an herb compound butter, hand-cut fries and fresh vegetable medley.

    It has been over four years since I had such a wonderful dinner. The food was perfect and so was the company. Dean and I were like old friends laughing, chatting about ourselves and telling each other stories we’ve heard or experienced, he has a load of stories with the college kids he coaches.

    For my part, there just aren’t many Microbiology jokes to tell, but I did tell some college stories and the one of my getting a new chance at life with Janet’s makeover project. At some point Dean mentioned that he would like to meet her and I told him we would arrange that soon. I felt so at ease and comfortable with him it surprised me, not even the least bit shy tonight. I took the lead in talking and Dean sat there smiling and listening to my every word.

    While we lingered over Coffee with Baileys at the restaurant I asked him to dinner the following Friday evening, my treat this time. Another first for the new Davey; I had never asked a man out before, I was always the submissive one.

    We finished the coffee and went back to the bar. Neither of us were ready to leave the other just yet. In the bar we had a corner banquette and table. In a matter of minutes our knees were touching.

    Dean put his hand on the seat between us and I placed my hand in his and we held hands until Dean saw the server headed to us with our drinks. I kept thinking that this is a dream and I will wake up and it will all be gone.

    It was nothing more than holding hands, but it satisfied the need for a physical contact we both were feeling. He was at it again with those eyes of his, I swear the man will control my mind with them yet. There isn’t anything I can think of that I wouldn’t do for him at this minute.

    Already I know enough about him to know that he would never intentionally embarrass me in public. In the privacy of my bedroom I doubt that he could embarrass me at all. I looked up from the glass between my hands and he was looking at me and about to speak. He leaned close and said quietly.

    “Davey, I don’t want this night to end just yet. Would you like to come to my place for a nite cap. I really want to kiss you, I’ve wanted that since the first night we met. That’s all, a few kisses and we’ll part for the night. I don’t want to rush ourselves too much, I want to be sure we get this right the first time around.

    I smiled and told him that yes, I would like the kissing very much.

    “You give me butterflies in my gut when you smile at me like that Davey.”

    “I get those butterflies too. YES! Let’s go now, I want the kissing too. It’s hard to sit here and not lean over and kiss you.”

    I followed him to his apartment and was happy to learn that he’s only a four blocks from my house. Once we were in his place we went to the kitchen and he started making drinks while I took my jacket off and hung it on the back of a chair.

    Dean had a liquor bottle in one hand and glasses in the other when I walked up to him and took his face in my hands and kissed him, no tongue, just our soft, parted lips together. He broke away and sat the bottle and glasses on the counter, then he pulled me into his arms and absolutely stole my heart with the most tender, sensuous, kiss I could have ever imagined.

    I’m sure he felt the tremble that ran through my entire body, I pressed closer and my body seemed to melt into his. When his tongue darted across my bottom lip I opened, his tongue in my mouth ignited a hunger inside me that I haven’t felt since my first kiss.

    I felt Dean’s hard member pressing against mine. We each ground against the other from lips to groin, until finally we had to have air. When we broke apart we hugged tightly, our faces side by side over the others shoulder. I felt a tremble run through his body and I hugged him even closer, pressed tightly against him and kissed at his neck and nibbled at the lobe of his ear.

    Finally we eased our hugs and without breaking apart we leaned back enough to look at each other, I know I had a grin on my face and Dean smiled back and we both started laughing. I think that at that moment, we both realized that this was special, it is everything and more than what we had expected.

    With our drinks made, we moved to the sofa and we were wrapped up in the each others arms for quite a long while, at one point Dean was stretched out on the sofa and I was atop him, then the positions were reversed during our heavy make out session. I was getting very uncomfortable in the jockstrap and I asked Dean for a break. When we reached for our drinks the ice was almost gone. I glanced at the clock and it was nearly 2 a.m.

    “Dean, do you have to work today?” I asked.

    “Yes, I have a 9 am class.”

    “Then I should go, you need to get some sleep.”

    We stood and he hugged me to him again.

    “I’ll be glad when the times comes that we will share our bed Davey.”

    “Me too, but we both know it shouldn’t be tonight, no matter how excited we are, we need more time. I know we have a dinner date for next Friday night but how would you feel about a spaghetti dinner at my place then we’ll catch a TV movie, tonight.”

    Dean beamed that smile at me again.

    “Oh god yes, Davey, yes! Next Friday seems years away right now.”

    With my hand on the doorknob he kissed me again, just a light peck on the lips, goodbye. That kiss was the one that choked me up, gave me that lump like a balloon in the throat, that hurt so that I couldn’t speak, tears brimmed in my eyes. I knew at that moment that Dean was for real and we had a good chance of making a things work.

    I scribbled my address on a card.

    ‘My place is just a few blocks over on 18th street.”

    I turned and gave him a peck on the lips like he had done to me.

    “See you later Dean.”

    At home I remembered to check my phone messages, I had shut it off my cell when we got to Dean’s last night so my answering machine at home was lit up and blinking. There were two messages from my Mother, three from Janet and a last one that made my blood run cold when I heard Carlen’s voice.

    For almost a minute I stood holding the phone ready to call him back, I glanced at a mirror as I stood there and when I saw how pathetic I looked holding the phone trying to make up my mind I slammed the phone down into its cradle. Trembling and in an absolute rage I shouted at the phone.

    “NO! NO MORE CARLEN! I’M DONE WITH YOU! LEAVE ME ALONE!” I screamed to the phone.

    I was shaking with rage. I cannot, will not let him back into my life, I undressed and went to the bathroom before getting into bed. I got a glimpse in the mirror and laughed out loud. My hair looked like a wind blown hay field, my lips were red and raw from all the kissing, I scrambled through the drawer and came up with a tube of lip balm and slathered it on.

    As I sat on the bed my phone rang again, I reached for it but stopped and let it go to voicemail. I wasn’t going to talk with Carlen, period. It was Dean and I grabbed the phone just in time to catch the call.

    “Hey Davey, just had to hear your voice once more before I try to go to sleep. Tonight was so good.”

    “That goes double for me Dean. You sure are a good kisser, I saw in the mirror that my lips are raw with razor burn. I’d do it again in a heartbeat.”

    “I’ve got something to take care of as soon as we’re off the phone. I’m a wreck Davey, I ache from all the kissing and foreplay we did. I need to say good night and get off the phone. Thanks for the greatest night, When do you want me to come over.

    “When are you through with your classes?” I asked

    There’s the 9am class and a two hour practice afterward, so I’ll be though by one.”

    “I have some things I need to do but how about you coming over at three or four, that way we’ll have some Dean and Dave, time then we can cook.”

    “Okay Davey, Jeez, I can’t get this goofy smile off my face. I’ll see you soon, sleep well.”

    “You too handsome.” I said.

    I finished my bedtime rituals and got into my bed. As soon as I closed my eyes, Dean filled my head and my cock was throbbing. Visions of Dean, his eyes, his handsome face, and that rocking body soon had me cleaning myself up in the bath again.

    I woke at 7am my usual time to ‘rise and shine’ but like every Saturday, I turned over and pulled the covers over my head. Dean was in my head now as I remembered each kiss and touch we made I heard the coffee pot start up, I had set it up after yesterdays coffee. It’s hard to grin and drink hot coffee at the same time, I learned this morning.

    After two cups I started on the house, getting everything clean, I had a notepad to make a list of ‘must haves’ for our dinner tonight. I changed my mind and decided to make Lasagna instead of spaghetti, a monkey could do spaghetti I thought, besides, at the risk of tooting my own horn, my Lasagna was damn good!

    On my shopping trip I got all I needed, the Lasagna makings, a good Chianti, I even got the ingredients for cheese straw appetizers. Cheese straws are a particular weakness of mine. I’ve been known to make them every day for more than a week. I like them with enough Cayenne pepper to make it just almost hurt when eating them.

    I was almost giddy the whole day long. singing ans whistling as I cleaned and then went shopping. At the market I ran into Janet who immediately wanted to know the details from last night.

    “I can tell your dinner date went well, I’ve never seen you smile like you are right now. She took the front of my grocery cart and began pulling it and me as she walked. We stopped at the Coffee Shop in the store and I told her all about last night and what we were doing this evening.

    I could hear the surprize in her voice.

    “Davey, you can cook?”

    “Yes, it’s been a while but once I was very good at it.” I said.

    I told her I had to get back to put things away and to the pre-dinner prep for the salad and such. She decided to come with me. She promised that she would meet Dean and then leave after a brief chat with him, so as not to be rude.

    I went back and picked up a couple more bottles of Moscato for her to drink while I made the preparations for dinner. By 2pm I had most everything ready to go so I went to shower.

    Tonight was casual, I pulled on Jeans and Weejuns and a Carolina Blue spandex tank top with UNC emblazoned across my chest. Before long I toed the Weejuns off and went barefoot.

    When I came back to check the Lasagna, Janet gave a low wolf whistle as I bent over to check the oven.

    I straightened and laughed.

    “Well that sure was was butch!”

    She cracked up.

    “I guess it’s your new body, each time I see you in something I haven’t seen before it floors me. Do you have any clue how hot looking you are in those jeans and that outrageous tank top! Now that you have that twinkle in your eyes you are serious eye candy Davey, and that little butt of yours is so adorable.”

    “Now Janet, I bet you say that to all the men you make over.”

    “Oh Davey, I almost forgot. I had my hair trimmed earlier in the week and Anton asked that I give you his fondest regards. He asks about you each time I go into his salon. He still has the pictures of your makeover transformation on the wall inside his station.”

    “Be sure to give him my regards and thanks. I’ll probably go back to him for a haircut soon. Between you and Anton and The Lensman store I’m a new man.”

    I glanced to the clock and saw that it was almost four, I lifted my glass and took a gulp of wine and the doorbell rang. I almost spewed wine across the room.

    Janet started to the door but I stopped her.

    “No you don’t, sit right there on that stool and draw in those cat claws, this man is mine! You be nice!”

    I felt my heart rate increase as I opened the door, there he stood in Jeans, sneakers and a gold Colorado tee, a bottle of wine in one hand and yellow roses in the other. Ushering him in I closed the door and took the flowers and wine, thanking him and introduced him to Janet

    To her surprize he remembered their earlier meeting at the United Way kick off meeting a year or so back. I put the roses in a vase and watered them while they were still talking.

    Once my hands were empty Dean asked Janet to excuse him for just a second and he came over to me and gave me that little peck on the lips that thrilled me so. It’s like we’ve been doing that forever, it makes me feel so good. A comfortable intimate greeting for two people who really do not know each other as yet. I think the little kiss is a good omen for our future.

    He whispered in my ear. “That spandex top already has me stone hard.”

    He returned to Janet and and continued their conversation. With one arm he motioned for me to come over and he put an arm around my waist and held me close against him while they talked.

    I couldn’t help it, my unruly cock started to swell. I turned so that my crotch was against his hip, keeping my aroused state from Janet’s eyes. When Dean became aware of my erection his arm around me slid down a bit and cupped and squeezed my butt cheek. Which only made me harder, much more of this and I’ll be humping his leg like a dog!

    Janet finished up and said her goodbyes, I saw her to the door, when she turned to kiss my cheek she whispered.

    “Don’t mess this up, Davey. He’s perfect for you. I really like him.”

    I had a silly grin, “Yeah, me too!”

    Just as she left she whispered again. “Now go put that hard thing in your jeans where Dean can get at it Davey”

    I flushed crimson. Turning back after shutting the door Dean was laughing.

    “She caught you didn’t she. Come here you sexy man.”

    Dean kissed me like we were doing on his sofa last night, my knees wobbled a bit and when we parted, I poured us drinks.

    “Janet is really nice, I like her. Damn Davey, do you look so good in everything you wear, that tank top and those jeans give me all sorts of ideas we don’t need to be thinking about just yet.”

    I gave him a serious look. “I could take them off but I should warn you that I’m not wearing underwear.”

    “Davey, you’re killing me here! You’re testing every bit of my will to resist you. You’re incorrigible!””

    “Very well, we can always just shake hands instead of all this wonderful kissing and making out we started last night.”

    With that said I slowly walked up to Dean, giving him a look that smoldered with my very real desire for him. His face went from a smile to serious as I neared him. I stopped just short of hugging distance and put out my hand to shake. He looked down at my hand, then back to my face. It took a second or two for him to realize that we weren’t going to kiss again. He took my hand and I started to turn away when he pulled me back and met my lips with his.

    He gave my tonsils another tongue bath and I went limp in his arms, I had to put my arms around his neck to stay on my feet. Both of his hands held my butt cheeks as he pulled us together tightly.

    This was the last straw for me, he just lit my fuse and I had to have him now. Waiting be damned. My arms came away from his neck and I held his face as we kissed, he moaned deep in his throat. My hands kneaded his muscled pecs, his erect nipples stood tall under his tee.

    I bent my head and nibbled at his left nip before biting down firmly but not enough to cause pain. Dean roared and thrust his chest out and pulled my head against his chest. As I gnawed his nipple my hands went to the button on his jeans, undone, I pulled the fly apart and pushed his jeans over his hips and they fell to the floor. I pulled his tee up and over his head and arms.

    His perfectly muscled chest was heaving as I let my eyes take in his beautiful body with its dense, dark red hair, not as dark as the hair on his head but it covered his chest in a thick mat, I could see hard pink nipples nesting there. His treasure trail split his muscled stomach and thickened at his navel then continued on to a fiery red pubic bush and a bright pink cock helmet topping a thick, pinkish and throbbing shaft.

    I knew that in sunlight his perfect round, naked butt would glow that red orange color, his muscled thighs and lower legs were densely furred and there were even tufts of red hair atop his long narrow feet. His long. fat, pinkish cock stood erect in a neatly trimmed nest of firey red pubic hair. Great gods, he is a beautiful man.

    Raising up, I looked him in the eyes, he was just starting to protest when I put my finger on his lips.

    “Shh, it’s now Dean. This is happening now.”

    I slid down his body to my knees, pressed my cheek against his hardness and wrapped my arms around his butt and held him close. His man scent inflamed me. He smelled so good.

    Dean was trembling and running his hands through my hair, softly calling my name. I looked up into his eyes as I pulled his throbbing cock to my lips. When I opened my mouth and took his length into my throat, he cried out, his body trembling.

    I took my time, slowly I moved on his length until he popped through the back of my mouth and into my throat. Dean cried out again and again as I pulled him in deep and swirled my tongue around his shaft, pulling all the way back until the flare of his helmet tugged against my lips. my tongue and lips gave extra attention to the pre cum leaqking steadily from thelmet of his throbbing cock. I eagerlly bathed and sucked the spongy head of his fat, pink cock.

    Looking back to his eyes, I pulled him deep into my throat again. That last plunge sent him over the edge and he held my head tight and fucked my throat as he filled me with his semen. Near the end as his grip on my head lessened, I pulled back enough to taste his cum, then plunged him back deep into my throat, milking him with my throat muscles. I suckled him until he became too sensitive for me to continue.

    I kissed my way up his hard, hairy body until we were face to face, the look on his face was hard to read at first. I knew he had wanted us to wait and know each other better before we were sexual, but I knew all I needed to know about him. He was already mine in my mind. He pulled me into a hug and kissed my neck.

    “You are so wonderful, that was unexpected but I must say the it is most sensual,satisfying sexual experience of my life so far. You are in my head and in my heart already, Davey.”

    “Yeah and now I’ve been in your pants too! You are one sexy hunk of man Mr. Curtis.”

    Dean kissed me so softly and tenderly I felt tears welling up behind my closed eyelids. After a moment, I bent and pulled his jeans up to where he could walk and we sat on the sofa.

    “If you don’t mind Davey, I want you in bed and naked, when you’re ready.”

    “I trust you completely to do anything you wish with me. Whatever you do, I hope it ends with your cock deep inside me. I want you to take me Dean, on my back, an ankle in each of your hands while you make love to me. I want to watch as your orgasm twists your handsome face when we make love for the first time. I want you Dean.”

    “But we were supposed to wait…”

    “Blame me Dean, if what we’ve got started here falls apart it will all be my fault. I know what kind of man you are, I trust you. And dear God, how I want you. Please make love with me.”

    We rose and made it to my bed, just as I was about to lie down when suddenly I remembered the Lasagna. I ran to the kitchen and turned the oven on and ran back to Dean jumping into his arms as he lay on the bed.

    “Davey, you’re more beautiful naked than with those jeans on. You body is perfect, your muscled chest, those abs, and that hairy little butt drives me wild.”

    “Dean Curtis drives me wild. Because of Janet and now you, I’m alive again. The two of you rescued me. I’m crazy for you, I hope you know that.”

    “To quote a good friend, ‘the feeling is mutual,’ Davey. You’ve brought me back to life as well.”

    We were sitting at the table drinking our wine and looking deeply into each others eyes after the most memorable love making imaginable. We were both falling in love but neither of us dared to even think about it for more than a fleeting thought, fearful that just a word or an action could crush this feeling budding in each of us.

    Dean was a gentle lover at first but as his passion ignited he became dominant and demanding near the end, taking his pleasure from me while making me grateful I could please him. No man had ever satisfied me as Dean had. I was certain that my butt was glowing after the most thorough love making I have ever experienced. We had calmed to a relaxed state and just sat studying the others face,happy in the knowledge that we had found each other.

    Back in my kitchen, Dean had only his jeans on, still barefoot and bare chested giving me the treat of toying with the red hair on his chest. I was in my jeans and his Colorado tee, hanging on me at least three sizes too large. I was so startled that I jumped when the doorbell rang. On the second ring I got up and answered the door. I was absolutely stunned to see Carlen standing there. I know my mouth was gaping open as he walked into the living room talking.

    “You won’t talk to me on the phone so I’ve driven here from Chicago to tell you that I was wrong, I…uh.”

    Just then Dean came in from the kitchen and draped an arm across my shoulder.

    “Who’s this? Carlen demanded.

    Before I could speak Dean answered him.

    “I’m Dean Curtis, Davey’s Love Slave and Life Partner. Who are you?

    I turned to Dean, giving him an incredulous look.

    “I…er…I’m…Carlen Mitchell, David’s boyfriend. His mother didn’t tell me he was with someone when we talked.”

    “That’s how you found me, my Mother! Carlen you should leave. You are not my boyfriend. It’s been nearly four years since you left me, remember! There is nothing you have to say that I will even listen too. Go away! You are interrupting and very special evening for Dean and I and I am politely asking you to leave.”

    “No, I have to convince you that I’m sorry, I was wrong, I still love you David.”

    With that Dean stepped between carlen and I.

    “Mr. Mitchell, you’ve been asked to leave. This is the last time you will be asked. If needed, I can throw you out to your car.” Dean said and he cracked his knuckles.

    Turning to me, Dean asked, “is there anything you want to say to Mr. Mitchell before I send him on his way Davey”

    “No I…wait, yes there is. Carlen, if you make one more phone call or come here again I will get a restraining order against you. I do not ever want to see you again. Do you understand?”

    He was visibly shaking now. “But David, I really love you!”

    Dean took Carlen’s arm and moved him toward the door, he tried to break free but Dean’s big hand held him firm enough to make him yell

    “Ouch you’re hurting me.”

    Outside and away from Dean’s grasp, Carlen started yelling and crying, asking me to forgive him, take him back. When Dean stepped off the porch, Carlen got into his SUV and sped away.

    Back in the house I was so mad I was trembling, I was mad at him and mad at my Mother. She hated Carlen, her only reason for telling him where I am was to cause me trouble. She knows she can’t control me anymore so she would just make my life as miserable as she could. Dean came to me and wrapped his arms around me and held me, never saying a word, until I calmed down.

    Finally when I lifted my head from his chest I thanked him. Then with a sly smile I asked”

    “My Love slave? Life Partner?”

    He smiled and said.

    “After tonight, yes, I am your Love Slave Davey, I only hope that I can be worthy enough to become your life partner. Nothing in my life has ever felt like us, you and I… What I feel when I’m with you.”

    We stood there hugging, cheek to cheek and my hand on the back of Dean’s head.

    “Thank you for stepping up to confront him Dean, I’ve never been that type of man but I was angry enough to hit him earlier.”

    “I heard the anger and rage in your voice Davey, it’s best to be in control of your emotions in a situation like that. I just wanted to protect you and be sure he knew what to expect if he tried this again. He has to be somewhat unbalanced to do that after four years. You be especially watchful when you’re alone Davey.”

    “Carlen is not a fighter, and he got the message that you could and would whip his butt it you needed to. I think we’re done with him after this. However, my Mother is a different matter. I do need to wait a day or so before I read her the riot act. I’m just too angry with her to even speak with her now.”

    “Come here Davey.”

    Dean held me in his strong arms and gave me that little peck on the lips that gives me chills, I lay my head against his chest and let a big sigh escape from within me. I giggled a bit as the lush dark red curls on his chest tickled my nose.

    “What’s that sigh for babe?”

    “Just me wishing we could stay like this forever, your arms holding me to you…this joy I feel when I’m with you. These are days we’ll remember Dean. The beginning.”

    “I know baby, I know.” Dean said as he nibbled my ear lobe and kissed my neck.

    I had to pull away, the ‘horn dog’ in me was at it again, getting hard just from his touch. He must have felt it because he pulled me back and thrust his hips to grind against me.

    “You can’t imagine how good it feels knowing that just me holding you gets you so aroused, Davey.”

    I laughed, “yeah, well it happens everytime, you’re near me. It’s sort of like we’re caught up in a whirlwind. Everything is happening so fast. But it feels right, we’re good for each other Dean. If we want it to work we can make it work, we can work out any problems that arise. I don’t believe there will be any problems in the bedroom. Things there are really terrific.” I said.

    “I can feel us building Davey, we’re building up, growing with each other. It’s harder with every passing hour to hold back, to keep from naming this feeling that’s filling me up inside. I can see in your eyes that you feel it too. I just never knew it could feel this good.”

    I kissed his neck again and pulled away. I put my index finger to his lips.

    “Shh, not yet Dean, not yet but yes, it’s building in me too. And how! It’s so new to me, so different. So real. OH JEEZ!!!! The Lasagna!!

    I dashed over to the oven and to my relief, I saw it would be about ten minutes more. I poured us more wine and we sat at the island, we talked a little about Carlen, I told him about the time Carlen and I were together. Now, after meeting Dean, I know that Carlen and I were never in love. We were more like friends with benefits. We were just playing a game, playing house like we were a couple, but it sure wasn’t like what I feel with Dean in any way.

    Dean told me more about his life, growing up on his Dad’s ranch in Southwest Colorado, his getting a football scholarship to CSU and catching on as a Graduate assistant while he worked for his masters in Sports Management.

    While he was talking I sliced slabs of Italian bread, slathered them with with Garlic Butter and popped them into the toaster oven. When the Lasagna timer chimed the bread timer was about ten seconds behind right behind. Everything just seems to go right when Dean is around. I pulled off his tee and gave it to him to wear and I found my spandex top as we washed up and prepared to eat.

    Dean refilled our wine glasses while I plated the Lasagna, English Peas and Garlic toast. He bragged sufficiently about my cooking and seemed genuinely impressed that the Lasagna was made from scratch. Dean did confess that he has just recently learned to boil water, and he considers brewing a pot of coffee as ‘cooking’.

    We talked and laughed throughout our meal and after rinsing off the dishes and putting them into the dishwasher, I opened another bottle of wine. I was more relaxed and at ease with Dean than I had ever been with anyone before. He makes me feel comfortable, there’s no newness, no worry about acceptance.

    Just knowing him was already altering my personality. No more shy little brown mouse of a man, I’ve become a Peacock, proud to be seen beside my guy. He is still the most handsome man I’ve ever seen, but he thinks I’m the good looking one. We have our very own mutual admiration society. I asked what movie he had in mind and he laughed. “The story of Davey and Dean of course.”

    “That one’s a bit too new to be on TV just yet. How about I put on some music and dim the lights, the Satellite Dish has about three zillion music channels offering up just about any type you want.”

    “You pick babe, your gonna be the only thing on my mind anyway.”

    He lay on the sofa and patted it for me to lie down with him. I lay in front and he spooned me. I’m about five inches shorter than his 6’3″ and I just fit perfectly up against him. He pulled my hips back against his crotch and teasing him, I wiggled my butt against him.

    Dean Laughed, “What are you doing, stud.”

    “Just getting comfortable mister.” and I wiggled my butt more, pushing back on him harder.”

    I smiled when I felt him harden against my rear. Shamelessly I wiggled again, this time rubbing firmly against his cock. Dean groaned and pulled me tighter to him. His lips at my ear.

    “If you can’t be still here, I have to take you to the bedroom and see if we can’t scratch that itch you seem to have.”

    His breath and lips at my ear made me shudder and I wiggled my butt hard against him again. Dean started laughing and I managed to turn over to face him. Nothing was said, he just looked at me for 30 seconds or so, closed his eyes and moaned loudly and hugged me so tightly I had to gasp for breath.

    When he pulled back a bit as he loosened his hug, I attacked his lips with mine. I tugged his tee loose from his jeans and ran my hands up under it, feeling the crinkly, fiery red chest hair slide through my fingers, one hand found a nipple and gently pinched and rolled the nub with my forefinger and thumb. Dean moaned again. I stood and offered a hand to pull him up and we went to the bedroom, my arm around his waist and his hand inside the back of my jeans, carressing and cupping my firm, eager butt.

    Dean sat on the foot of the bed. “Come, let me undress my prize Davey.”

    Quickly he tugged the tee off and his big hands roamed freely over my upper torso, He lay his cheek against my warm skin, his tongue traced the rippled ridges developing on my abdomen and picked up the fine, almost invisible line of hair leading from the bottom of my abs to a darker thicket around my my navel, then thickening and darkening as it led to my shaved and trimmed pubic hair.

    “Oh my sweet Jesus… you are such a beautiful man Davey.”

    He pushed my jeans back and over my hips and they fell to the floor, I was going commando as I had told him earlier, My hard cock pointed to the ceiling. Both hands slid up and under my arms to my pits, then he brought them down slowly reaching around and his hands came to rest on my butt cheeks. He pulled me close and pressed his face to my stomach and my cock dribbled pre cum on his cheek just below his right eye.

    I felt his body tremble with a huge sigh as he looked up to me and pried my iron hard cock down to his lips. He kissed the helmet, looked up to me and opened his lips and took me to the root in one smooth motion. Again, I cried out his name and ran my fingers through his smouldering red hair. I knew I couldn’t take much of this or I would explode.

    “Oh Please baby, please don’t make me cum yet, we’ve got all night. We can make love here until daylight. Oh baby, I…want your cock, let me turn, I want your cock.”

    I lay down on the bed, my head at his thighs and I sucked his fat cock down into my throat, We bobbed and slowed and generally brought each other to the brink of orgasm, then backed off, letting things settle back, this was new to me, Edging, Dean called it. Whatever it’s called I like it.

    Seeing my opportunity I flipped and landed astride Deans hips, his fat cock flat against his belly and rubbing up and down the crack of my ass.

    “Oooo Dean, I want to ride your cock, hand me the lube babe, I wanna show you how much I want this cock.”

    I lubed his cock and my opening and raised high on my knees, I placed his helmet at gate and toyed with him a little bit, rubbing and stroking. Finally I lifted again and sat down, very slowly, on his hard, fat cock. he monitored my emotions by watching my face. He saw me move to fight for control through the initial pain. It’s been a long time since I’ve rode a cock like his. Eventually I began to move from pain to pleasantly full. There’s a point I reached as he slowly eased inside me that the anticipation of the good feelings to come completely obliterates the pain sensations.

    The deeper he goes the closer he takes me to pure ecstasy. At last I ground against his pelvis as he bucked and thrust against me. With one hand he played with my cock, the other pinched at a nipple. He is completely in me, I am full. Now every movement sends shivers and shock waves through my rectum. I spread my cheeks and pushed down hard on the shaft inside me, wanting him deeper inside me. His deepest penetration unleashed the raw lust we felt for each other. I began to gyrate and move my hips like a madman. I took possession of him, he was no longer in control. Sitting astride his hips twisting a raw nipple in each thumb and forefinger I fucked his hard cock like never before..

    Sometime while manipulating my hips I hit that sweet spot, I couldn’t fuck his cock in my butt fast enough, my hips were a blur of movement while he thrust upwards as much as he could. Nothing mattered now but this cock filling my butt. His cock head poking my prostate with every move my butt made. I was transported to a trance, his cock filling me was my world, my eyes rolled back and I lost myself to the lust of mansex. The feelings were exquisite, a burning joy deep inside me that could only escape through my penis.

    I heard Dean’s cries and knew he was near. Edging be damned! I couldn’t have stopped if my life had depended upon it. I cried out Dean’s name, more like a scream as three thick volleys of cum shot over his head, a fourth landed on his chin and the remainder made a heaving river in the channels between his cut abs while he gasped for each breath. Cum oozed out of me down onto his testicles and then the bed sheet.

    It took a minute or so for me to realize that his cock was still hard inside me. I raised myself to sit across him again and felt him pushing deep inside me. I couldn’t help it, my hips involuntarily moved, Dean’s eyes flew open and I did it again. At first it was a gentle rocking motion until his hands went to my hips, I picked up speed then and was soon riding cock hard and strong, again. I paced myself, this would take a while after that massive orgasm just passed.

    Five minutes later Dean was moaning and tossing his head as he came again inside me. I had one spurt of my semen to reach Dean’s pecs which really amazed me, considering the intense orgasm passed only minutes ago. This time I collapsed atop him and his softening cock slipped out with a rude noise. I knew I had to get up and get to the bathroom. I turned on the exhaust fan and the shower, but there just isn’t a good way to disguise fuck farts. Dean had the good manners not to mentioned what I knew he had to hear.

    It was only a little past eight pm and we were already exhausted. We dozed a bit and I woke at 9:15 and slipped into the kitchen. I opened the

    fridge and pulled out what I had intended for our dessert after dinner. I had a bowl of fresh strawberries, chocolate dip and a plate of Petit Fours. I had everything out on the counter and was pouring black coffee when Dean stumbled in. He came straight to me and gave me a toe curling kiss, both of us still naked, and getting harder by the second.

    We looked at each other and both of us let our eyes drift down and we laughed in unison at our hard cocks.

    “These two seem to think they’re growing on 17 year old boys!” Dean said pointing to the hard cocks. I can’t remember the last time that I came twice in less than fifteen minutes. You surely know how to push my buttons Davey boy. Each time we are together you amaze me more.”

    It was Sunday afternoon and we decided to go shopping for something for our dinner. Nothing was said between us, it was just understood that we would eat together and even sleep together now, alternating between his apartment and my house.

    On our way home Dean noticed that the same SUV was behind us now that had been behind us on the way to the market. He was certain that they were being followed. He asked me to slow down and he turned in his seat to look back, He recognized the driver. It was Carlen.

    I was so angry I was trembling again. I pulled over and let him pass then started out after him when Dean talked me into going home like we had planned. Nothing good can come out of you chasing him in your car. I knew he was right, but I was still angry that Carlen would be such a jerk.

    When we got back to my place the phone was ringing, I didn’t answer and let the call go to the answer machine. It was Janet and I made a mental note to call her later. In a few minutes another call came in and this one was my Mother. I almost called her back to yell and rant about her telling Carlen where I live. Again, I knew I needed to calm down before talking with her. A third call came after we had been back from the market for an hour or so. No one spoke but I could hear someone breathing.

    By now Dean was livid too, but he was in control. He called a friend of his that is a policeman and told him what was happening. The friend advised that we document each occurrence until we had some tangible proof of what Carlen was doing. A charge of stalking would get a restraining order fairly quickly.

    We stayed in the rest of Sunday night and we each left for work on Monday morning. I waved as Dean drove off and opened my car door, The next thing I remember is waking up bound and gagged in the back of an SUV travelling too fast for city streets. My head ached from being clubbed and knocked unconscious. After about an hour of driving the SUV pulled off the road and I heard the tires crunching gravel beneath them and I became afraid. I knew I was about to be robbed and then shot and left for dead. I struggled but whatever held my wrists together cut into my flesh like a knife.

    The bindings on my feet were cut loose and I was roughly pulled from the the SUV. I stood but had to lean against the truck to steady myself. All this time, my assailant had never spoken. When I first awoke my first thought was Carlen, he did this, but as the time passed and not a word spoken, I wasn’t so certain it was him, much too quiet to be Carlen.

    I was turned away from my captor, the blindfold was removed and I was told to walk 20 paces away, stop and turn around. I turned and saw a gun pointed at me by a man wearing a ski mask. When I asked why he was doing this the man fired a shot at my feet. I shut up, terrified that the next shot would kill me. The gun was raised and pointed directly at me and the gunman reached for the ski mask with his free hand and jerked it free from his head.

    Carlen stood there with the gun, his face and eyes had a deranged and demented look. I started to speak and another shot was fired, I heard the bullet go past my head. I stayed quiet. He began to tremble, I could see the gun shaking.

    “I told you I was sorry David, I told you I love you. Why won’t you let me love you? You’re mine, I won’t let anyone else have you David.”

    “Carlen I don’t love you. You’ve killed every feeling I ever had for you, Don’t you remember the letter you wrote telling me we were through and you signed off saying Merry Christmas. You ended our relationship when….”

    He screamed NO very loud and I saw the flash of fire from the gun as my brain tried to scream out. DEAN! I felt the impact of the bullet and I heard a second shot as I fell to the ground.

    ——————————————————-

    Dean entered Davey’s speed dial code for the tenth time, still no answer. The phone wasn’t turned off, it takes 10 rings before going to voicemail, if it were turned off it would go to voicemail on the first ring. He was getting very worried. Finally he got in his truck and drove to Davey’s house. As he pulled into the drive he saw Davey’s SUV sitting there, the driver’s door ajar and Davey’s keys lying on the ground. He felt a deep fear slam hard into his gut. A wave of nausea washed over him as he scrambled to find his phone. He was shaking so bad it took him three tries to dial 911.

    While he waited for the police he remember Davey’s card and called his office and asked for Janet. She told him that Davey wasn’t there and had not called in and she was worried. He told her what he knew and that he was waiting for the police to arrive. Dean gave her his number just as the black and white police car arrived. He opened his door and got out as the Officer got out of his cruiser.

    “Was it you who called 911?” the officer asked.

    “Yes Sir.”

    He told Officer Adams that he had left for work and David was coming out behind him when he drove away. When he tried to call him at work and on the cell with no answer he became worried because of Carlen’s following them on Sunday going to and coming home from the market. He related all the details he could and told the Officer that David’s Mother had told Carlen where he lived. The officer took a camera from his car and photographed the car and the keys. Dean assured him that he had stayed in his truck until the officer arrived. When he saw the open car door and the keys on the pavement it he called 911.”

    The Officer took all of Dean’s contact information and told him that he would be in touch, meanwhile if he thought of anything else or saw anything to call anytime, day or night.

    “Based on what you’ve told me, and the evidence I can see, I suspect that this is an abduction and we can start right away with our investigation, A missing person report would delay our start for 48 hours.”

    An investigating team swarmed in and went over the car, the house and Dean’s truck looking for any traces of Davey.

    Since nothing there was disturbed and the door had been locked when the Officer arrived, they were certain that the abductor had not been in the house. After a couple of hours the team left and Officer Adams who had first answered the 911 call game Dean the keys and his number if he should see, hear or think of anything that might help them.

    Dean called Janet again, and she was so distraught she left work and came to Davey’s house to be with Dean. They had the TV on the local news just in case something came up. They had been there more than two hours when a Breaking News Banner flashed on the screen. A reporter stated that the bodies of two men bodies were found near Ft. Morgan, almost 70 miles from Denver. There is one confirmed death.

    Dean screamed then sobbed, “That Son of a Bitch has killed him.”

    He fell to his knees crying no, no, no over and over. Janet was crying too, Davey had told her about Carlen’s visit when Dean was at the house and how safe Dean made him feel. Dean was inconsolable, he rocked back and forth on his knees and his tears flowed like a flood. He couldn’t speak any more, there was a bubble of pain at the back of his throat that kept him from screaming out his rage and torment.

    The phone rang and Janet answered, it was the police officer asking if Dean could come to the morgue to identify a body. She told him they would come as soon as they could.

    “Mr. Curtis is in no condition to drive right now but I will bring him there as soon as he calms down a bit.”

    When they arrived at the Hospital the Officer took them to the Coroner’s Office and then into the Morgue. Dean was in a trance, being led by Janet.

    When the attendant pulled back the sheet on the corpse, rage flared in Dean again.

    “That’s the Son of a Bitch who did it, Carlen something… Mitchell I think, from Chicago.”

    “Thank you sir, we appreciate you coming down here at this late hour.”

    “But where’s David’s body? The TV said two bodies were found.”

    “Oh my god! I’m so sorry, you don’t know? Mr. Duggan is in surgery, I’m so sorry, I thought you knew.”

    “He’s alive? In Surgery! Oh Dear God… He’s alive?” Dean gasped.

    Dean and Janet hugged each other as new tears of joy flooded their faces. Officer Adams came to them, a hand on Dean’s shoulder and the other outstretched to Janet.

    “Come with me, I’ll take you upstairs now, he’s here. He lost a lot of blood but the bullet hit him in his left shoulder, he’s going to be fine.”

    The relief almost incapacitated Dean, he was completely drained, at first the agony of loss, his rage at seeing the monster who shot his Davey. Then the relief and absolute joy he felt hearing Davey would be okay. He and Janet held hands as they entered Davey’s room to wait. The officer had cleared it with the nurses station to allow them to wait in his room.

    Officer Adams called to inquire about the surgery and when he could question Mr. Duncan. He was told that Mr. Duncan was in recovery and would be moved back to his room within the hour, once he wakes from the anesthesia you will be able to talk with him.

    Officer Adams went to the nurses station and came back with three cups of black coffee. He explained that the nurses liked him and let him have ‘real coffee’ made at their station instead of the stuff in the lobby machine.

    He said he would return later tonight and talk with Mr. Duggan. At the door he turned and asked Janet if she would like a ride back to her car and she agreed that she should go and get it.

    “Dean, you’ll be all right here alone won’t you.”

    “Yes Janet, and thank you. Come back here though, we need to be here when he wakes up. Both of us.”

    She hugged him. “Of course I’ll be here. I can see why he loves you so Dean, you’ve got such a big heart, I’m so glad you found him.”

    She left with the Officer and it took a few minutes before he realized what she had said. Startled at the revelation he said aloud.

    “He’s told her he loves me!” he said to himself.

    Dean closed his eyes and the fatigue took over his body, he dozed in and out of sleep to the background noises of the hospital. He woke as the gurney rolled into the room. Davey was still sedated but all vital signs were good and there was no bone damage, the bullet had passed through flesh and muscle only.

    Dean move his chair and sat beside the bed holding Davey’s hand in his,

    Janet came back in a few minutes and they sat and waited for Davey to wake. A Candy Striper volunteer came by with two more cups of coffee from the nurses station, compliments of Officer Adams.

    “Oh Dean, I called Davey’s father in Virginia to let him know and he’s catching a plane tonight and coming out here. He was really shaken up but I think I finally convinced him that Davey is going to be fine.” Janet said.

    Dean replied. “Good, he needs family here, just not his Mother. He and his Dad get along just fine he says.”

    “I met his Dad on his second visit here, you’re going to see what Davey will look like in about twenty years or so, it’s uncanny how much alike they are.”

    While they waited they talked. Janet told Dean how she and David had met and about her getting him to the gym and eventually getting him to shed the caveman image and come back to the real world.

    Dean told her about his paying the Hostess at the diner to get her to seat him with Davey that first night. He told how he had been captivated from that first encounter, how he had stupidly lost Davey’s number, and how grateful he was that she dialed his number then gave the phone over to Davey . He told her how he had never been so crazy, madly in love before and that he was never felt this way with his ex wife.

    “It was such agony when I thought I had lost him. I love him so.”

    “Love you too.” they both heard a raspy voice say. Janet and Dean jumped to their feet as Davey squeezed Dean’s hand.

    “Welcome back handsome. Before you say another word Davey I need to tell you that I love you with all my heart. After what has happened today, I’ll never let another day pass without telling you I love you.

    “Hi Davey, we’ve been waiting for you.” Janet said.

    I took both of their hands.

    “The two people who saved me, made me enjoy life again, I love you both. Where’s Carlen, what happened to him.”

    I saw that Dean tensed and Janet felt it, she spoke up.

    “Davey, Carlen’s gone, he’s dead. After he shot you he turned the gun and killed himself. When they found you he was already dead.”

    “It’s so sad, why did he do this? I just don’t understand why now after so long” I said.

    I still felt groggy and I closed my eyes, I felt Dean still holding my hand.

    I managed to mumble. “Stay, need you.”

    “I won’t leave you. I’ll never leave you.  I need you too.”  Dean said.

    I heard Dean say he wouldn’t leave and I was out of it again. The next thing I remember is the Doctor checking my wound.   He said he would check me again in a few hours and left.

    The next time I woke I thought I was hallucinating. I opened my eyes and there sat my Dad. I closed my eyes and shook my head a bit and opened them again.

    “Dad? Is it you, are you really here?

    Dad rose and came to my bed, held my good hand and bent to kiss me on the forehead.

    “Yes Son, Janet called and told me what happened and I got on a plane as soon as I could.”

    “I’m glad you’re here. Dad have you met Dean?”

    “Yes I have, we’ve talked a good bit waiting for you to wake again.   I must say David that it is about time you found someone like Dean.  He’s a good man, I can tell that from just talking with him and he’s crazy for you. You did good Son. 

     You know I never liked that Carlen guy, I just felt bad karma from him. You and Dean make a fine couple, Janet approves and that alone is good enough for me.”

    “Yes Sir, I sure did get lucky somehow.   Thank you for coming Dad. It really means alot to me.”

    The Doctor came by and conferred with Dad. Janet and Dean spoke briefly with the Doctor and then the three of them came back to my room.

    I had drifted off again.

    “He’s still under sedation.” Janet whispered to Dad and Dean.

    Dean and my Dad went to the cafeteria while I was sleeping and Dean told Dad that he was staying the night here but he would take Dad to the house and come back here.  On Monday night, Dad would stay all night and Dean would go back to his place and to his job on Tuesday Morning.

    I finally shook off the sedatives and came fully awake late Monday afternoon.

    “Thirsty, water” I said.

    Janet spooned a piece of ice into my mouth, explaining that the doctor said ice only for at least four hours, water could start him to vomiting so soon after anesthesia.  Officer Adams came in to get a statement from me. He asked if I felt up to answering his questions and I agreed that I would try my best.

    I noticed that Janet was flushed and I didn’t understand until I followed her eyes, She and Officer Adams were sharing admiring glances when they thought no one was watching. In a few minutes Dean noticed them too.

    Dean told the Officer about talking with his policeman friend, who Officer Adams said he knew well.  Dean said that on his friends advice he made a sort of log of all the incidents pertaining to Carlen Mitchell. The Officer looked at the list on Dean’s iPhone and asked that he email it to him.

    “This is very good, very thorough Coach.  You do good work!”

    Dean and Janet left together and Dad sat with me.  We chatted quite a bit and he wasn’t at all surprised that I had not let anyone call Mother. I wanted that privilege all to myself.

    I was released on Tuesday afternoon and Dean came to drive me home. We walked into my house and immediately Dean gently kissed me, and hugged me with just one arm. He left and went back to his job telling me he’d be here after five.

    Later that evening Dean got Dad moved into the guest room and he slept with me.   As he cuddled up and kissed my neck he said.

    “Davey, I’ve never been so devastated in my life as when I thought you were dead.   Even I didn’t realize just how much I do love you.  We’ve been given another chance babe, we’re going to make the most of it.”

    Leaning into his hug I flashed back to seeing the shaking gun.

    “I screamed your name just as he shot me, my last thought was of you.”

    “There a reason you were spared, your job here isn’t completed yet.  What we have to do is make sure we make the most of the time we have left Davey.  No more waiting to see if things are going to work out.  We’ll be a work in progress, taking the good times as they come our way and dealing with the rough patches the same way, we’ll take them as them come.  Together we can do amazing things.”  Dean said as we drifted off to sleep.

    I woke just as Dean leaned down and kissed my forehead as he was leaving for work. Taking his hand I pulled up into a sitting position, then stood. I leaned over and kissed him as he turned and left for work.  I could smell the fresh brewed coffee and padded to the kitchen.  Dad was at the island in lounge pants and tee. Jumping up he told me to have a seat and he’d get my coffee.  Putting the cup in front of me, he leaned over and kissed my forehead.

    “What an ordeal you’ve been through Son.  After Janet’s call was I was sick to my stomach and had to rush to the bathroom.   I prayed most of the flight out here for you.   I was so scared I’d lose you, you’re the most important person in my life Son.  I loved you as a little kid but now as a grown man I’ve learned the man you are and I cherish our time together.”

    “I love you too Dad. You ever thought about living in Colorado? I would love to have your here. I’m sure Dean feels the same.”

    “You want me in the same town as you?” he asked with a look of disbelief.

    “YES! I can never get enough of being with you. Uh, do you have any ties that would keep you in Carolina?”

    “There’s a woman there that I’m thinking about asking to marry me, Son I told you I was dating her the last trip out here.”

    “Dad, I’m living proof that you shouldn’t wait, if you love her do it.  Come to Colorado for your honeymoon and see if she likes it here, you deserve the love of a good woman, it’s time you were happy Dad.”

    He just looked at me, squeezed my hand and smiled.

    “I can’t ask her over the phone, I’ll need to go back home soon David.”

    “Go get her Dad, The flight out here and the hotel will be my gift to you and your bride.  Dean and I will come to your wedding too.”

    “I need to give her a call anyway to let her know how you’re getting along, I left in such a rush.  I’ll go to my room and give her a call.”

    After Dad went to make his call I skimmed through the pile of mail on the island and that is when I saw the frantic blinking of the answering machine light.

    I pulled it over closer to me and pushed the playback button. The first three messages were from Dean, listening to them I could hear his anxiety level increase with each call.   Janet called twice, My boss once. Another message from Dean, one from my Mother that was uncharacteristically endearing.  She said she just had a premonition that something was wrong and wanted to hear my voice.  Next, another call from Dean and surprisingly a second call from my Mother, sounding very distressed.

    My Dad rushed into the kitchen and looked around, he looked like he wanted to get out of here in a hurry.

    “Is she here? I heard your Mother’s voice. I’ve got to get out of here.”

    I could hear the disgust in his voice when he said ‘I heard your Mother’s voice’, I laughed and told him to relax, I was just checking the answering machine.

    With a big sigh Dad relaxed and poured another coffee and sat down facing me. “Charlotte is at work conference, I’ll call her tonight.” he said.

    “Chill out Dad, actually I can hardly believe what Mother said myself. Listen to this.”

    I rewound and punched the play button again.   Dad listened and like me he hardly believed it was her.  I told Dad I was going to call her and he said he didn’t mind as long as I didn’t mention him to my Mother.  She did sound upset, or fearful.    There’s no way she could know what she had unleashed by telling Carlen where I lived.  With considerable trepidation I picked up the phone and called my Mother.  Allowing for the three hour time difference it was still early in the morning in North Carolina when she answered the phone.

    As soon as I said “Mother’ she started ‘praising the Lord’ that I was safe and sound. She explained that all day yesterday I was on her mind and she feared something bad had happened. I was sincerely amazed that she would have such maternal instincts.   I don’t remember anytime that she ever expressed such concern or worry.

    Something in me kept me from telling her about what had happened. I did have a minor injury that would heal fairly quickly and relating all that had happened would only alarm and worry her more. Additionally I feared that telling her about the shooting would have her on the phone daily, preaching her ‘Hell and Damnation’ doctrine for hours on end.

    “Yes Ma’am, I’m just fine, I spent the day yesterday with a friend and I had to go offsite to the University for a two day meeting and I stayed there last night. Nothing bad happened and all is well here.”

    I successfully satisfied her maternal fears and got her off the phone in less than 15 minutes, with just a couple of white lies, more to keep her from worrying about me than being intentionally deceitful.     I realized that through all that had happened growing up, all the grief she gave me about every every aspect of my life, I still love my Mother and didn’t want her worrying about me or cause her any guilt or pain because of what Carlen had done.

    I told Dad why I had glossed over the whole ordeal we had been through and after hearing me out, he did agree that what I did was the best for her and for us.

    “I’m very proud of you David.  You could have taken a very different approach and told her off good and proper, and she did deserve it.  But you elected to spare her the guilt she would have taken to her grave.   You chose to be the better person, you’ve become such a good man when you could have easily gone the opposite way living with a tyrant of a Mother.   I know your life hasn’t been all Roses, you’re a good man and a wonderful Son, David.”

    At 5:15pm Dean came rushing in and found Dad and I still chatting at the island, he grabbed a cup of coffee and sat down beside me. He started to lean over and kiss me but realized that he shouldn’t with my Dad sitting across from us. Ever so tactfully, Dad took a sip of coffee and rose from his seat.

    “Gotta go take a leak, this coffee is running right through me.” Dad said.

    When the bathroom door clicked shut Dean had my face in his hands and his tongue deep in my throat.  We heard Dad washing his hands and Dean broke away, staring at my face.

    “I am completely consumed by you Davey.  I love you babe.”

    “Yeah, I’m a little goofy over you too.” I said.

    When Dad came back he had an old Photo Album in his hands. He sat down and told me that this was for me to keep, it was full of pictures of his family and he and I when I was little. He had labels on all the family photos with names and comments about their relationship to me. Sadly Both his parents were gone but I did have an Aunt, an Uncle and three cousins I wanted to meet.

    Not long after, Janet dropped by on her way to dinner with her date. It took a couple of seconds to recognize Officer Adams in his civilian clothes. He asked about my health and was introduced to my Dad. They only stayed about ten minutes and left.

    I made a mental note to congratulate Janet. Officer Alexander Adams was a fine catch! He seemed to think the same about her, constantly touching her and smiling like he had caught the brass ring at the circus. Even my Dad noticed, saying.

    “I didn’t think Janet had a boyfriend, they really seem to be hitting it off well.”

    “I’m fairly sure that this is their first date, I did notice them eyeing each other at the Hospital and he did take her to get her car at the Morgue parking lot.   It was on the other side of the Hospital and very hard to get to from the patient area.”

    “She a terrific lady and deserves a good man who’ll treat her right.” Dean added.

    I suggested we order in a pizza but my Dad nixed that idea fast.

    “I’ll cook our dinner. I am quite a good cook these days,.” Dad said.

    Dad had his head in the fridge when Dean took me back to our bed to rest before dinner. After getting me settled in Dean tidied up the living area and set the table for dinner while Dad did his magic in the kitchen.

    Dean gathered up my medications and arranged them on a tray with a water pitcher and glass. He grabbed the new magazines from the mail stack and came back to the bedroom to look in on me.   I had already drifted off to sleep, Dean sat the tray on the dresser and went to chat with Dad while he finished up our dinner.

    The dinner Dad prepared was fantastic. Chicken with garlic, lemon zest, thyme with Angel Hair pasta, and a fresh Ceasar Salad. Dean and I were both impressed.

    “Wow Dad, who knew you were such a great cook!”

    “Thanks guys, just one of my hobbies that I indulge in. “You can’t imagine how good it feels just to be here with you in your kitchen Davey.  Janet and Dean had a bad time of it for a while.  Nothing to compare with the terror you must have felt, but all the same, it warms my heart to know my Son has such wonderful friends.”

    I know I’m a very lucky man, Dad, Dean, Janet and you, have combined in your own special ways to rescue me.   I can only say thank you for being here. Together you have given me a new life, one where I’m confident and sure, opinionated and even stubborn at times.  I am a very different man than the mouse who fled his North Carolina home to start a new life.   I love you all.”

    In two weeks I was cleared to go back to work on a part time basis at first. Janet tried to get everyone to not ask questions.  She told them that I was knocked out and abducted by a college friend whom I had last seen about 4 years ago.  She told them that I was traumatized by the shooting and it would be best if no one asked me to relate any of the story.

    Of course the ladies didn’t like it, one bit, they wanted details, minutia about the slightest things.  They guys just shook hands, said welcome back and that was it.

    I settled into full time at work just as Dean’s team was beginning to practice twice a day.   In two weeks their season would begin.   Now that the school had joined the Pac-12 conference, the competition would be a great deal tougher than previous years. The West Coast Schools had deep pockets and rich Alumni to provide all the financial help required. The opener would be at UCLA.

    Dean convinced me to take a Friday afternoon off and I flew out on a Southwest commercial flight and met up with him at his team’s hotel. We had adjoining rooms just in case one of his players came by his room. I could go into my room and close the door before he let anyone in and no one would be the wiser.

    The CU team held up well and with 5 minutes remaining the score was 0-0.

    Then the UCLA team managed to score with thirty seconds left on the clock. UCLA won the conference last year with a 13-3-3 record, the guys were crushed but Dean wasn’t.   He saw lots of promise in the way his guys played.  He thought his team would be a force to reckon with in a couple of weeks.

    Dean and I did manage some alone time, On Sunday afternoon we rented a convertible and drove up the coast highway toward Santa Maria but we stopped after about 50 miles and walked on the beach, took a few pictures and even got an elderly couple to snap a couple of us together, then we switched up and took pictures of each of us with the couple and a time lapse one of the four of us.

    On the way back to L.A. I was thinking that I had never been as happy as I am at this very moment.   Dean reached over and took my hand with a gentle squeeze, I looked over and he was watching the road but there was a snarky little grin on his handsome face and I knew what he was thinking.

    He’s trying to figure out a way for us to get behind one of these sand dunes and doing the nasty right here in the afternoon sun.

    I was thinking that it would be fun if we could be secluded enough, the David I used to be would never think about anything so outrageous as sex on the beach in broad daylight on a Sunday afternoon.   It wasn’t long before Dean was pulling off the road into a small grassy area. We got out and looked over the beach to the ocean and I was enthralled by the beauty of the coast.  I was taking photos of everything.

    I heard Dean shout. There, and he pointed to a rocky area and took off at a trot.   I followed and found him laying out a blanket. Sure enough sitting on the blanket we couldn’t see the road or the ocean.

    Dean laid out and held his arms open for me to join him.   I lay atop his big beefy body and we kissed for what seemed like forever.  At last Dean rolled and I was on my back, he tugged my board shorts down and was inside me before I knew what he was up too. That old familiar feeling of him filling me had me writhing on his hard cock impaling me.

    Dean took his time, making love slowly and very thoroughly. We were up to the edge and back down again so many times I lost count. Finally the time came when there was no more stopping, when he slowed his pace I started up, I had to cum and have him fill me with his semen. I attacked with my hips and made him join me as we raced toward our orgasm. The waves crashing against the beach mimicked the waves of the orgasm that enveloped us.

    “You are one sexy devil Davey Duggan, we may have to do that again after we get back to the hotel.”

    “Fine but I’m in charge then, hmm, it been awhile since I topped you, think you might be in the mood for some Davey up your butt”

    “Yes Sir, I’m yours for the taking, anytime.”

    We lay there, finally recovering the energy to get back to the car and back to our hotel.  The teams’ flight left at 8:05 PM, My flight didn’t leave until 9pm.  Still, I made it home to our place before Dean got home, dealing with the team took a bit longer, he sped home as fast as he could.   Back in our bed we both were asleep in minutes. We got up at 7am had juice and coffee to go and went to work.  All the ladies at my office noticed the sun I had managed to take in and were all asking about the trip.  I showed the pics I took of the Coast Highway and the Ocean. Janet saw the pics of Dean and I with the older couple.

    We settled back into our routine and all went well for a couple of weeks. I began to notice an agitation in Dean when he came home from work. After a week of this passed I finally asked him what was troubling him. Was it me? Was I doing or not doing something that had him so edgy.

    He was completely shocked and made it clear that there was nothing wrong with us.   Finally I got him to talk and he said that he needed to tell his boss about us, that he was gay.    His fear was that he would be dismissed as a coach.   I told him that he didn’t have to tell them, just continue on as before.

    “No Davey, I can’t do that.   There is something that I want to do and I have to tell them (the school) before I can do it.”

    I didn’t understand him at all.   Nothing was settled and remained in this agitated state for a couple of days longer.   On the following Friday evening he was about a half hour later getting home.  He rushed in all smiles and grabbed me into a bear hug.

    “Oh Davey, I told the Athletic Director today that I’m gay and about you and I.   It’s no big deal with them as long as I keep my nose clean.  Now I can do what I’ve been wanting to do.”

    Dean reached into his jeans pocket and brought out a beautiful ring, a heavy gold band with an inlaid emerald. He dropped to one knee and took my hand as asked if I would marry him.  Colorado has now sanctioned gay marriage and we can legally be married.

    “Oh God, YES! YES! YES!”

    A month later we stood in front of an MCC Minister with Janet and my Dad as our witnesses.    I purchased Dean a matching ring for the ceremony.  We were legally married in the State of Colorado and we both felt sure that in a very few years a marriage like ours would be legal here and around the world.  The only change in our relationship is that now we can share in employment benefits and be a true and legal heir. So for now, this is our happy ending. Our chance to live happily ever after.

    The End 


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