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  • Down on All Fours: Pup Play at the Bondage Club

    Richard slid his thumb down the ass crack of the blond boy first.

    The kid was naked, and kneeling on the floor of the bondage club basement. He was probably twenty or so, thin but not particularly athletic. He had a septum ring, which is what first caught Richard’s eye when the kid walked through the door of the club that evening.

    Richard had chatted him up and liked what he heard. The kid wanted to obey, and was looking for an embarrassing scene to do with a group. Richard grabbed him by the arm and led him downstairs, then ordered him to strip and kneel.

    A little light brown hair swept across his chest, but his pubes were thick. The kid was shy – or at least he was pretending to be – and covered his dick his hands.

    Next to him was the soccer player, also kneeling. He had come straight from the gym, as Richard had ordered after their last session. He was sweaty and reeked, the pits of his t-shirt drenched and his athletic shorts musky and humid. He was studying the blond boy out of the corner of his eye, curious about this newcomer.

    And next to the soccer player was an unfamiliar submissive. Richard hadn’t seen this one before, but his friend Toby had sent him down tonight. Toby ran the wrestling pit on the first floor of the bondage club and knew Richard’s tastes, and if there was a wrestler that he thought Richard would like, he’d personally pin him in the ring, then send him downstairs to be humiliated.

    Richard wasn’t sure what to make of this one. He was wearing a sleeveless hoodie, and had big muscular arms. The hood was up so you couldn’t see his face. The wrestler was kneeling, his hands on the ground and his head held down. Richard was intrigued, but he’d save this one for last.

    “Hands behind your head,” Richard said to the blond.

    The kid smiled and obeyed. Richard cupped the kid’s ass cheeks, which had just a light dusting of blond hair, and the boy hummed happily.

    Richard slapped him hard on the ass. “Quiet,” he said.

    “Yes sir,” the boy whispered. He had a big broad stupid smile. It was his first time at the club, and he didn’t know all of Richard’s rules yet. But he’d learn.

    Richard flicked the kid’s septum ring. He was standing with his crotch right in the kid’s face.

    “Take my dick out,” he said.

    The blond unzipped Richard’s jeans. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath, and the kid pulled Richard’s semi-hard dick from his pants. He opened his mouth and leaned in to suck it, but Richard grabbed him by the chin to stop him.

    “No dick sucking. No ass fucking.”

    The kid leaned in again to suck Richard’s dick anyway. Richard slapped him. “Do as I say,” he said.

    “Yes sir,” the boy said again, looking chastened.

    Richard rubbed the kid’s chin, then slid his thumb into his mouth.

    “You want something to suck? Take this,” Richard said. The boy closed his mouth on Richard’s thumb and massaged it with his tongue.

    “Good,” said Richard. “You need to learn to obey.” He pulled his thumb from the kid’s mouth and slapped him, but softer this time. The blonde grinned his big dumb grin again at that.

    Richard looked over at the soccer player. His smell was strong, manly, sour. The soccer player was kneeling next to the blond, his arms up over his head for inspection.

    Richard grabbed the back of the blond’s head and pushed it into the soccer player’s armpit.

    “Inhale,” said Richard, but the boy struggled a bit. Richard gripped the back of his head more tightly and shoved it again. “Follow commands,” he said. “Inhale.”

    The blond took a deep breath. Richard slapped him hard on the ass again. “Keep your face in there. Breathe it in,” he said. The kid obeyed.

    The soccer player ignored the blond in his armpit and just stared up at Richard. “How long was your workout?” Richard asked.

    “Two hours, sir,” said the soccer player.

    “What did you do?”

    “An hour of lifting. Then an hour on the treadmill.”

    “How do you feel?”

    “I’m so sore, sir,” said the soccer player.

    The mysterious newcomer hadn’t moved during any of this. Meanwhile, the blond was still breathing deeply in the player’s armpit. Richard grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him out.

    “Look at this one,” Richard said. “He knows how to obey.” Richard grabbed the blond’s head with both his hands and stared deep and close into the young man’s eyes. “I control you now. You do what I say. Everything I say. You obey me. Got it?”

    “Yes sir,” whimpered the blond.

    “Undress him,” Richard ordered, letting him go again. “With your mouth.”

    “Uh,” said the blond, a little unsure. He looked at Richard, confused.

    Richard grabbed him by the back of the head, and pushed his face into the soccer player’s crotch. “Pull it down,” he ordered.

    The blond bit the waistband of the shorts and pulled them down. Under his workout gear, the soccer player was wearing the latex underwear Richard had given him. It was formed so that the dick fit into a latex sheath, with just the head exposed. In back, there was a nub inside the ass that pressed against the butthole. And there was a small latex loop down at the taint. The purpose of that would become clear soon enough.

    The blond had managed to pull the shorts down around the player’s knees, and with a little fumbling they were both able to disentangle him from the shorts altogether. The shirt went next, and soon both subs were kneeling again. The blond was naked, the soccer player in the underwear Richard had supplied.

    “Good,” said Richard. “Lie on your back,” he told the player. The soccer player obeyed silently.

    “Put your face under his balls,” said Richard. The blond knelt down on the floor and pushed his nose up against the latex loop in the taint of the underwear. The soccer players balls and dick lay against his face, the exposed tip of the dick leaking pre-cum.

    Richard took a little clasp from his pocket and reached down to the blond’s face. He snapped one end of the clasp around the kid’s septum ring, and the other into the latex loop. The blond was now attached by his nose to the soccer player’s taint.

    “You’re going to stay there for a while,” Richard told the blond. “Your face is going to reek of ball sweat when we’re done. And soon enough, of cum. You’re basically a cumrag from now on.”

    “Yes sir,” came the blond’s muffled voice.

    “Jerk off,” Richard told the soccer player. “Cum on his face. If you can do it in under 5 minutes, I’ll let you lick my balls.”

    “Yes sir,” said the soccer player as he set to work. Richard turned his attention to the hooded newcomer.

    “Look at me,” Richard said. The wrestler looked up, and Richard was surprised to see that he looked a little scared. It was unusual for one of the subs to actually be frightened, and Richard thought about ending the scene so he could make sure the guy was okay.

    “What’s your name?” he asked. He didn’t usually ask.

    The wrestler just barked. Realistically. It sounded exactly like a dog. Then he looked ashamed.

    Richard shrugged. Okay, so that was the game. A little pup play. Fine. He patted the wrestler on his still-hoodied head. “Good boy,” he said.

    He circled around the wrestler, taking him in. He really was a big buff muscle-head. Richard was surprised Toby had been able to pin him to send him downstairs.

    Tucked in the band of his jockstrap was a note, and Richard pulled it out.

    “Have fun with this one,” Toby had written. “He really knows his obedience training.”

    Richard bent down to look at the man. He still had a fearful look in his eye that Richard wasn’t quite sure how to read. “Toby says you can do tricks,” he said. The wrestler’s eyes darted around nervously.

    “Shake,” said Richard. The wrestler held up a hand, his fingers curled to make it more of a paw.

    “Good boy,” said Richard. “Lie down.”

    The wrestler put his arms down on the ground and lay on his stomach.

    “Good boy,” Richard said again. He rubbed the wrestler’s head, still wearing the hoodie, and the man rolled over onto his back, arms and legs held up in a classic rub-my-belly pose.

    Richard could get a better look at him now. He had a thick beard that grew down his neck into what looked like a thick chest pelt.

    “You’re a hairy fucker, huh?” Richard said. The man barked again.

    Richard unzipped the man’s hoodie and saw that his chest was unbelievably hairy. “Oh man, look at that,” Richard said. He rubbed the chest hair, and the man started panting happily. “Who’s a good boy?” he said.

    The man barked again, and again. He whined a little bit, then barked once more and looked over to the stairs.

    Toby was descending, wearing an assless wrestling singlet. He was big and burly, not as muscular as the pup on the floor but still intimidatingly strong.

    “Having fun?” Toby asked. “I heard the barking. He had quite a mouth on him until I took his voice away.”

    The wrestler whined and covered his mouth with his hands.

    “Nice job on this one,” Richard agreed. “Super sexy with all that hair.”

    “Thanks,” said Toby. “The hair’s a new addition. My own little touch.”

    Richard looked confused. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

    Toby looked smug. “You want to know how I got him so obedient? And took away his voice?” he asked.

    Richard shrugged. “The usual sub training?”

    Toby shook his head. “Nope. I’m trying a new technique. This one’s my first experiment and I think he came out perfectly. Heel!”

    The man rolled back over and trotted on all fours over to Toby, then sat down next to him on his haunches like a dog. He looked up at Toby and whined plaintively.

    “Check this out,” said Toby, pulling the hoodie off of the man’s head at last.

    “What the hell?” gasped Richard. The man’s ears weren’t human – they were dog ears, pointy and furred. Exposed, the man looked panicked and afraid. He howled.

    “Quiet,” said Toby, and he stopped.

    “What is this?” Richard said, bending down to touch the man’s ears. They were warm, soft, and he could feel the muscles moving them slightly as he petted the cowering man. They were definitely real. The man hung his head, but let Toby inspect him.

    Toby held up a little white pill. “I got this a few months back from my regular dealer. A small dose makes subs super-obedient. It’s been working great. So tonight I experimented with a bigger dose, and this is what we got.”

    Richard looked baffled. “You’re telling me you have a pill that turns people into dogs?” he said. “That’s … well it’s ridiculous.”

    Richard shrugged. “That’s what I thought. But look. I gave him a small dose and he was totally under my command. Did whatever I said. Then I gave him a bigger one and told him he could only bark, and he lost his voice. One more dose and I told him he was furry, and he grew that chest pelt. Told him he had dog ears, and that came true too. Watch what happens when I give him another suggestion.”

    He looked down at the man. “You’re a good boy. You always do what you’re told,” said Toby. The man looked up at him, frightened. He barked again.

    “Grow a tail,” said Toby.

    There was a rustling sound from the man’s ass. Richard couldn’t believe what he saw: hair sprouting above the ass crack. A little nub formed, hairy and short, but steadily growing. It pushed out from the man’s butt, extending longer and longer. It started to wag as it descended down over the ass, the hair growing longer and longer. The tail pushed out until it nearly touched the ground.

    “Good boy,” said Toby. The man looked around, confused, then felt something brushing his butt, looked back over his shoulder, and saw the tail. He yelped in surprise. His tail tucked between his legs.

    Toby laughed. “What do you think?” he said to Richard.

    Richard was agape. He knelt down and patted the cowering man on the head. “Did he agree to this?” Richard asked.

    “Yeah,” said Toby, “But I don’t think he believed it would actually work. I’m not sure I did either.”

    The man howled unhappily. He pawed at his new tail with his hands, still balled up like paws.

    “Can you change him back?” Richard asked.

    “I honestly don’t know,” said Toby. “Maybe I’ll just change him all the way into a dog.”

    The man looked up at him in shock.

    “Oh don’t worry,” Toby smiled, “I’ll take good care of you.”

    “Can I try it?” Richard asked.

    Toby shrugged. “Do what you want.”

    Richard rubbed the man’s head, petting him gently. “Good boy,” he said, and the man nuzzled his head against Richard’s hand. “You’ve got your human voice back.”

    The man howled when he heard that, then the howl turned into a series of short barks. Each one sounded a bit more scratchy and rough until Richard could hear a human grunt in them.

    “Wruff – ruff – ugh – uh – oh God,” panted the man. “Ugh – thank you. Thank you sir.” He looked up at Richard. “I didn’t know. I didn’t know it would work, that I’d be … that I’d be this.”

    “Don’t thank me yet,” said Richard. “Your whole body is covered in fur.”

    “Oh please sir no!” the man cried. “Ugh I can feel it growing!”

    A brown dusting materialized across his back, his muscular shoulders, his brawny arms. The fur grew in fast, covering him first around his neck, then down his back to his tail. The arms grew shaggy all the way down to his wrists, and his thick thighs and calves soon followed.

    “Please,” he panted. “You made me a freak. Please turn me back.” He looked back at himself and winced. “I can’t go out like this. I can’t hide this tail.”

    “Quiet,” said Richard. “You like it.” The man shut up. Richard slowly patted his head and the man closed his eyes and instantly calmed down. Richard slid his hand down the man’s furry back and scratched just about his tail. The man moaned.

    “How’s that?” said Richard.

    “That’s real nice, sir,” said the man.

    “Good boy,” said Richard. “You like being a pet. It’s what you’re made for.” He looked up at Toby. “How long does this last?”

    “And hour, maybe two,” said Toby. “Then their changes revert, and they stop being so obedient.”

    “You hear that?” said Richard. “You’ll only be a dog a little while longer.”

    “But I wanna be your pet,” panted the man, wagging his tail.

    “Then you’ll have to keep coming back,” said Richard, still scratching the spot by the tail. “And we’ll make you a dogboy again.”

    “Yes sir,” then man panted. He rolled over and exposed his furry belly. Richard gave it a rub, then jerked the man’s still-human dick. “And maybe we’ll play with this thing next time.”

    To Toby, he said, “so in small doses it just makes people obedient? No body changes?”

    “Yeah,” said Toby. “You want some?”

    Richard looked back over to the wrestler and the blond. He’d almost forgotten they were there. The wrestler had just finished jizzing on the blond’s face and looked pretty pleased. The blond was whimpering a bit. He probably wanted to be released.

    “Yeah,” said Richard, “I have some ideas.”

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  • Turned Into a Pup: The Master Finds the Tables Have Turned

    “You didn’t have to come,” said Richard. He sitting in his car outside of a grey old house at the end of a winding country road, his assistant Josh sitting beside him. Richard could feel his cock ring pressed snug against his balls, but Josh had no idea about that kind of thing.

    “It’s no problem,” Josh said. “Happy to help, sir.” Josh was loyal to a fault, and even though he had no idea what they were doing there, he hadn’t thought twice about coming along. All Richard had told him was that they were picking up a performance-enhancing nutritional supplement for the office.

    In his day job, Richard was the president of a small tech startup. Running domination scenes at a bondage club in the evenings was a nice way to unwind, but he was careful to keep his job and his play separate. Josh certainly didn’t know about the club, and he certainly didn’t know that they were at the house to pick up an experimental drug that made men hyper-obedient in small doses, and turned them into dogs in large doses.

    “Wait in the car,” Richard said.

    “Uh,” said Josh. He looked around nervously. They were surrounded by dead trees full of crows. “It’s a little spooky,” said Josh. “Um, can I come with you?”

    Richard rolled his eyes. Josh was a good kid, just out of college and eager to help, but he got scared pretty easily.

    “Just keep quiet and let me do the talking,” Richard said.

    They walked up onto the porch, Josh glancing around uneasily. There was no bell, no signs of life anywhere around. The nearest house was probably a mile away. Richard knocked on the door.

    A huge muscle-bound tower of a man opened it a crack. “What?” he said. Josh shifted in fear behind Richard.

    “Toby sent me,” said Richard. “I’m here to get three pounds of powder.”

    “You Richard?” asked the man.

    “Yeah,” said Richard. “This is Josh.” He gestured at his assistant.

    “Hi,” said Josh, nervously. He was wearing a nerdy little sweater vest and a bowtie, a short-sleeved dress shirt and tight little shorts with sneakers. That outfit drove Richard crazy whenever he saw it – if a boy walked into the club dressed like that, he would have him tied up and dangling upside-down within minutes.

    “What a pipsqueak,” laughed the guard. Josh looked alarmed, but the man opened the door a little wider.

    Inside was just a small waiting room with two chairs, a metal door like a bank safe, and a TV monitor in the wall. The muscle man pressed a button on the monitor.

    “Richard’s here,” he said.

    “Good. Have him wait. It’ll be ten minutes,” crackled a voice.

    “Sit,” said the man.

    Josh quickly lowered himself onto a chair, his eyes darting around. Richard could see he was having second thoughts about having come along.

    “You okay?” he asked Josh.

    “Fine,” Josh stammered. “This just seems … weird. All this security.”

    “You scared, little man?” asked the muscle man mockingly. He sauntered over and loomed over Josh.

    “Fine,” Josh stammered again.

    “Leave him alone,” said Richard. “We’re just here to do business.”

    The muscle man looked annoyed. “Right now you’re just here to sit and wait,” he said. He leaned in towards Josh. “And keep me company. But this kid doesn’t seem like much fun, and you seem like an asshole.”

    “Whatever,” said Richard. He wasn’t afraid of this guy. But Josh clearly was intimidated – he was visibly shaking as the muscled guard inspected him from just a few inches away.

    “I can smell the fear on you,” he told Josh. “Maybe you need something to help you relax.”

    “What do you … what’s going on?” Josh said, wide-eyed.

    The muscle man pulled a little bottle out of his pocket. “See this?” he said. “This is a special present I like to give little runts like you.”

    “Don’t,” said Richard, but it was too late. The guard pressed the top of the bottle and it sprayed a white cloud in Josh’s face.

    Josh sputtered. “Ahh – what was – urghhh!” He doubled over, then straightened up abruptly, a dazed and vacant look on his face.

    “What did you do? Did you dose him with the drug?” Richard said, annoyed.

    “With one of the drugs. We got a ton. This one’s my favorite,” the guard said, smiling. “Hey kid!” he called at Josh.

    “Yeah?” said Josh hazily, like he was in a dream.

    “You’re a fuckin’ slut,” said the guard.

    “I guess so,” said Josh.

    “Stop it,” said Richard. “He isn’t into any of this stuff. He’s just my assistant.”

    “Is that right?” said the guard. “He sucks your cock, or what?”

    “No,” said Richard. “Just professional. This isn’t his thing. Stop playing around with him, he’s mine.” He was surprised to hear the words leave his mouth, but he was feeling very protective of poor little Josh.

    Josh grinned dumbly. “Aw, geez,” he said. “Thanks, Richard. I’m all yours. You wanna make out?”

    Richard had never heard Josh talk like that – as far as he knew, Josh was straight.

    “How long before it wears off?” he demanded.

    “Let’s find out,” said the guard, and sprayed the bottle in Richard’s face.

    Richard gasped, then his world went hazy for a moment. He couldn’t concentrate. Then his mind cleared. For a moment he was panicked – was he under the influence of the drug now? But he felt fine, so maybe it didn’t affect him. He stood up and advanced toward the guard. “What did you do, you asshole?” he said.

    The guard laughed. “Ooh, you’ve got a strong will! I guess you like to be in charge. But I’m calling the shots now. You can’t move.”

    Richard froze. He strained but his arms and legs simply wouldn’t budge. He was stuck in place, reaching for the guard. He couldn’t even talk.

    The guard laughed. “Not so tough now, huh?” he said. “Get down on all fours.”

    Richard sank to all fours obediently. He was furious. He wanted to shout, to protest, to strain against this control. But there was nothing he could do. He was powerless over his own body.

    “If you’re lucky, I won’t spray you again,” said the guard. “I wanna see you boys put on a show for me while we’re all stuck here waiting. Hey kid!” he called.

    “Yeah?” said Josh.

    “Undress your boss,” said the guard.

    Josh rose up unsteadily and stumbled over. He looked unsure.

    “Is that okay, Richard?” he asked.

    “Tell him it’s ok,” said the guard. “Tell him what he needs to hear to be a good slut.”

    Richard suddenly found he could speak again, and tried to form the words to order Josh to run. But instead, he heard something else come out of his own mouth. “Do it, Josh,” he said. “Strip me.”

    “Okay, sounds fun!” said Josh. He leaned down and gave Richard a big kiss on the mouth. He pulled Richard’s t-shirt up over his head, exposing his burly torso. Then he reached down and undid Richard’s jeans, pushing them down to his knees.

    “You gotta move your knees to get these off,” he said.

    “Cooperate, pup,” said the guard. Richard complied, silently protesting in his head. Josh slid the pants all the way down, then pulled off Richard’s shoes, socks, and finally the jeans.

    Richard was crouching in just his briefs now, Josh rubbed Richard’s ass. “Why haven’t we done this before?” he asked, smiling. “Richard, I wanna be naked next. Is that ok?”

    Once again, strange words came out of Richard’s mouth. Words he didn’t want to say. “Yeah,” he said. “You’re next, you slut. Now get me naked.”

    Josh pulled down Richard’s briefs, and his semi-hard cock flopped out, circled by his cock ring. Josh happily pulled the underwear all the way off, then stared admiringly at Richard’s dick.

    “Hot,” said Richard. “I’ve never been gay before. This is so great.”

    Richard felt terribly guilty that his little assistant was going through this – Josh never would have agreed to it willingly. But clearly he was weak-willed enough that the guard’s suggestions completely overruled his own desires, replacing them.

    “Okay, slut,” said the guard.

    Josh turned to look at him. “Yeah?” he said.

    “Rip off your clothes.”

    Josh attacked his garments, tearing them feverishly from his body. Within seconds, he was standing naked in front of the two men, his clothes scattered around the room. Josh had a twinky little body, thin, hairless, with no muscle to speak of. Richard could see Josh’s hip bones framing his cute average dick.

    “On all fours,” said the guard.

    Josh crouched down next to Richard. “Isn’t this great?” he said. “I’m so glad you brought me, Richard.”

    Richard tried to say something, anything, to apologize for what was happening. But he couldn’t. Nothing came out. He couldn’t move a muscle.

    “You’re two good little pups,” said the guard, looking down at them. “But you could be better.”

    “Yeah!” said Josh. “How?”

    “You could be more dog-like,” said the guard.

    Oh no, Richard thought. Please don’t change us.

    “Okay,” said Josh. “Yeah, I want that.”

    “Do you really?” said the guard.

    “Yeah!” said Josh.

    “Beg,” said the guard.

    “Pleeeeease make us dogs,” said Josh, sitting up on his knees and holding his hands up like a begging pup. “I wanna be a little slutty pup. Richard too. Right Richard?”

    Richard could feel the influence of the guard’s control pushing him to agree. But he strained and struggled and gritted his teeth. He wouldn’t let himself give in. Sweat broke out on his forehead as he resisted the urge to beg along with Josh.

    “Your boss needs another dose,” said the guard. “Want to give it to him?”

    “Yeah! Lemme help you, Richard,” said Josh.

    The guard handed him a bottle. “Just a little puff in the face,” he said. Richard strained to pull away, but he just couldn’t move as Josh reached toward him with the bottle.

    “You’re so lucky, Richard,” said Josh, spraying him full-on.

    Richard felt the fragrant spray hit his nostrils and curl into his throat, then his lungs. He felt warm.

    “You’re a cute little lap dog,” said the guard.

    Richard felt a crazy tightness all over his body. Prickling sensations rippled from head to toe and he fell on his side. The floor slid weirdly under his body, and he looked up at Josh. Josh seemed bigger — was he always that tall? But then Richard realized that he was actually shrinking. His body contracted, feeling tight and warm. He could feel himself dwindling down, his burly muscles fading away.

    He wasn’t just shrinking – he was losing his muscles! His legs twitched and tightened, growing shorter but also thinning out. The same with his big biceps, which dissolved into a twinky little arm like Josh’s. His chest seemed to deflate as Richard dropped a few more inches in height.

    He looked down at himself. His former burly body was now a weak little twink’s. He and Josh were a matched pair, just two spindly little guys. Richard was now the kind of boy he usually dominated.

    Josh looked happily down at him.

    Richard pushed himself up and stood on two legs again and saw that now his head only came up as far as the guard’s chest. He must’ve been a little under five feet tall now – so short and weak!

    Josh was still down on all fours.

    “Josh,” Richard whispered, his voice back. “What did you do?”

    “You’re so fucking hot, boss,” said Josh. To the guard, he said, “Me next?”

    “Do it,” said the guard. “Spray yourself.”

    “No!” Richard exclaimed.

    Josh gave himself a spray in the face and inhaled. He looked up at the guard again. “What kinda dog am I?” he asked.

    “You’re a big fuckin’ pit bull,” said the guard.

    Josh groaned as his body convulsed, still down on all fours. His body thickened with muscle, growing to the big burly proportions that Richard had just lost. His arms and legs beefed up, his chest swelled with mass. “Oh fuck yes,” Josh gasped. He looked at his arms and flexed one of them. “So hot, dude!”

    His height crept up, too. Josh was becoming a giant muscle brute. Still down on the ground, his back strained and grew wide, muscles rippling from his neck to his waist. He arched his back as his ass grew bigger, rounder, firmer.

    A dusting of hair appeared around his shoulders and then grew down to his chest. His pecs, smooth and puny a moment ago, bulged with muscle and then grew thick with chest hair. It quickly sprouted into a heavy pelt, connecting straight up to his shoulders and into his armpits. The hair kept reaching down past his abs, covering his belly thickly and darkly to his pubes.

    Josh rubbed the fur on his stomach. “So hot,” he said again.

    His new hair kept sprouting – around his hips to his ass, which was now massive and covered in hair. His legs and arms, both thicker than Richard’s had ever been, took on a heavy pelt as well, more animal than human.

    From his head down to his feet, Josh was like a wild man, absolutely covered in thick fur.

    Richard, still standing, put his hand out and petted Josh’s head.

    “I’m so sorry, Josh,” he said. “This is messed up.”

    Big strong Josh looked up ad short little Richard petted him. “Whaddya mean, dude? This is great! Come on, get on all fours.”

    Richard suddenly thrust himself down on the ground. Oh my God, he thought, now I’m obeying Josh. He looked up at Josh, who towered over him, a big strong pit bull of a man. Richard felt so small compared to his assistant.

    Josh licked Richard’s head. His tongue seemed enormous.

    “Good boy, boss,” said Josh. He grinned happily, and Richard could see his boner swelling.

    “Josh, stop it,” Richard said.

    “Uh uh,” said Josh. He stepped over Richard, who was so small he could fit completely underneath his former assistant.

    Richard was about to chastise him when he caught a whiff of Josh. He smelled so musky and strong, manly, commanding, an alpha. He had never smelled anything like it before. He took a deep breath, inhaling the scent. Josh suddenly seemed so powerful. So amazing. Was it Josh’s new fur that made him smell like this? His muscles? Richard couldn’t concentrate. He was in awe. He looked up at Josh, took another deep breath, and then rolled over and exposed his slim belly, lying on his back.

    Josh laughed. “Aw yeah!” he said, and pounced playfully on Richard, pinning him down. “You’re so cute like this, boss. So small I could do anything I want to you!” Richard wriggled, but he didn’t really think he could get free. He was so slender and weak that he couldn’t if he wanted to, and anyway he found that loved being pinned. He could feel Josh’s warmth pressing against his skinny body, the alpha’s hair grinding against him, and he felt so safe.

    “You’re such a good boy,” said Josh, and Richard felt a gentle wave of pleasure wash over him from his head to his toe. But a tingle lingered just over his ass, a tugging in the small of his back. “Unf,” he said as he felt a pressure build above his butt crack, and suddenly a tail sprouted. He could feel the tickle of the hairs brushing over his ass as the new tail grew longer and longer, the fur getting shaggy and thick. It was brown, like the hair on his head, and Richard found that he could make it wag to show Josh how happy he was.

    “Good boy,” Josh repeated, beaming.

    “You’re a good boy, too,” smiled Richard, and Josh sighed happily as the same ripple of pleasure washed over him. A stubby little tail popped out of his ass, thick and short. Josh glanced back as it and grinned, wagging his new little nub, then scooted up, his colossal dick and balls landing square on Richard’s face. Richard licked Josh’s dick, taking in the sweaty taste. The dick was so huge – longer than Richard’s head. He wanted to worship it, become its slave.

    He opened his mouth and took as much of Josh’s dick into his throat as he could. It was so thick it hurt his jaw. Richard always got blowjobs, never gave them, so he wasn’t used to the feeling or the sweaty taste, but it was intoxicating. His tongue swirled around Josh’s cock, both men loving every moment.

    Richard reached back around Josh’s ass, squeezing the cheeks, and then petting the small of his back and his brand new tail.

    Josh humped Richard’s face faster, and faster, and faster. “Aw, boss, you got such a good dick sucking mouth,” he panted. “Such a good boy.”

    Richard thrilled to hear his assistant’s praise. All he wanted was to please Josh, to be useful, to prove his worth and swallow Josh’s load. Maybe, he thought, if he did a really good job, Josh would face-fuck him again. He lapped around Josh’s cock with his tongue and fast as he could, the pre-cum slipping deliciously down his throat. Why had he never done this before, he wondered?

    In between thrusts, Richard could smell the salty, musky scent of Josh’s crotch. He was thrusting pretty hard and working up a good sweat.

    Richard caressed Josh’s ass. It was huge and muscular, tightening with every thrust. It was bigger and stronger than Richard’s ever was. Richard’s other hand traced up Josh’s rippling abs, up to his massive chest. He was fucking enormous, a thick massive pit bull of solid muscle. Richard felt so small and puny, his weak body being tossed around by his assistant. He didn’t even notice that he had tucked his brand new tail between his legs as he sucked Josh’s cock.

    Josh was growling furiously now, not speaking, just grunting as Richard sucked.

    Suddenly a voice cracked through the room.

    “Ready for ’em,” it said.

    “Aw, we’re having fun,” said the guard. His pants were undone, and he was jerking off at the sight of massive Josh face-fucking tiny Richard.

    “Did you change them?” asked the voice.

    “Yeah, kinda. Just playing around,” said the guard.

    “You idiot,” said the voice. “Those are customers. Send them in so I can change them back.”

    “Sorry, boss,” said the guard.

    “You bet you’re fuckin’ sorry, you jackass,” said the voice.

    “No boss! No!” the guard panicked. He scrambled to the button on the monitor and mashed it. “Please no! Hawwww!”

    The door at the far end of the room slid open, but Richard and Josh didn’t care. Josh was grinding his junk into Richard’s face, and Richard was sucking Josh’s huge cock as hard as he could. Richard’s tail thumped hard against the ground as it wagged in pleasure.

    “Oh man, Richard,” growled Josh, “I’m gonna cum!”

    “Do it,” thought Richard, “I need it.”

    “Rrrgh!” Josh grunted, thick blobs of jizz bursting from his dick, sliding down Richard’s throat, spilling from his mouth and running into his hair. Richard lapped up as much as he could. He had Josh’s scent all over him now. It felt so amazing.

    Josh panted happily. Richard’s face was soaked with cum, and Josh smiled. He licked at Richard’s face. “Hey boss,” he said. “I think they want us to go in.” He nodded toward the open door.

    “Yeah,” said Richard. He wanted to bask and let Josh’s semen coat him, but he remembered that there was something they were supposed to do inside. What was it? Oh well, he’ll probably remember later.

    Richard climbed to his feet. Josh stood up too – Richard could see now that Josh was well over six feet, a giant hairy muscle hulk. Richard’s face barely came up to his chest, but that felt right, he thought. Richard leaned down and licked the last bit of semen off Josh’s dick.

    “Thanks boss,” Josh grinned down at him.

    “You did good, kid,” Richard said up at his assistant, towering above. Richard glanced back at his new tail, and he could see its natural position was perky and erect, jutting out of his back in a way he’d never be able to hide under a pair of pants. But why would he want to hide it?

    Josh picked up his little boss with one arm, and hoisted him over his shoulder. Richard clambered around Josh’s thick shoulders and straddled his neck, riding him like a little kid. Josh headed through the open door, and Richard turned around to the guard.

    “Thanks man,” he said.

    The guard stared at them angrily. His body was mostly human, except for the hooves that had replaced his hands and feet. His arms were growing longer, and he fell forward onto his new hooves as his legs bent like an animal so he could stand on all fours. “Heeee awwwww,” he brayed after them as they disappeared into the next room. His ears stretched up into points and he moaned unhappily as Richard ducked under the door frame and the door closed.

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  • An Uncomfortable Situation Turns – a Ryan and Tommy Tale

    From Part 1

    “DUDE!” Tommy gushed at me. “I’m fucking serious. That big, old fucker fucked the fucking hell out of my mouth and had that horsecock halfway down my throat and practically ripped my ears off holding me so I couldn’t get a breath until he blasted what felt like a fucking bathtub of spooge down my throat!”

    Obviously, my Tommy was given to elaborate, though rarely embellished, notwithstanding the “bathtub” sized cumload, detail when recounting his sexual exploits.

    “I’m serious, bud. I was fucking choking and thought I might fucking drown in that seed there was so fucking much of it and his cock was shoved so far down my throat so I couldn’t breathe whatsoever.” And yet, dear Tommy-stud, you’re here to tell the tale . . . and will likely tell it over and over again. “That fucker’s balls were fucking huge and I swear filled to the fucking brim!” he went on, and I just smiled.

    “Oh and dude, he NEVER shut up!” I had to laugh at that, given the person making that comment. “I swear he shoved me down on my knees and said in this New YAWK accent, ‘C’mon bitch, show me how you take care of a REAL man’s cock!’ and just kept on giving orders.”

    I had to bristle at the “REAL man’s cock” comment, given that Tommy was my boyfriend and had been taking my own horsecock – though Tommy said it was thicker, more like a bull’s cock – for almost three months. SOME OF THESE CLOSET CASES! I laughed to myself and let the annoyance pass.

    “Oh, and his nuts, Ry, I’m telling you, they have to have bruised my throat swinging and SMACKING my throat like that. BIG fucking LOW HANGERS!” Tommy hyperextended his neck and leaned toward me. “Can you see any bruising?” he asked, brushing his long, muscular neck with his beautiful big fingers as if to clear any visual impediment to my assessment. “I fucking swear if his nuts weren’t aching from that SLAPPING against my neck, then he’s got fucking iron nuts!”

    Tommy knew how to get me going. I had no doubt the “REAL man’s cock” and the “iron nuts” comment were, indeed, directed toward my own desires. And whether they were or not, I took my Tommy by the back of his beautiful, long neck and pulled his head down into my sweaty crotch. “Let’s see what you learned from Big Al or whatever you said that mook’s real name was!” I told him, grinding my hardening cock into his face and moving his head so it was giving his face an all-over rub.

    And then, later . . .

    Cleaned up, and glowing from our earlier funtime, we got to Sun-Oil-Salt on the strip, having walked down in the glorious late spring night and found from the maître d’ that my parents were already seated. As we approached the table and my father stood as we neared, I noticed two things. The lively step and excited energy from Tommy suddenly felt like lead in my hand where I held his; and my father’s face registered utter, total surprise and shock. As confused as I was, I remembered my manners, hard taught by my parents. “Mom and dad, meet Tom Greggson. Tommy, meet my parents, Miriam and Allll- uh, Alan Sorenson,” and I was stammering because it all came clear and I realized. I’d refrained from using my dad’s favorite nickname: Big Al.

    And we pick up Part 2 . . .

    I’d collected myself after the realization that Tommy’s playmate that afternoon had been . . . MY DAD! . . . and made it through dinner progressing from shock to abject amusement. I never knew my uber-macho, prototypical male patriarch dad liked boys. Okay, that was uncharitable; Tommy wasn’t a boy, in his early thirties like me. But compared to my late-fifties DAD???

    In a completely hero-worship sort of way I’d always considered my dad a hunk of a man, and he’d influenced my own values regarding fitness and was a model for me; so I can see how Tommy, in his extra-curricular latitude within our relationship, would find him hotter than hot, particularly because I know one of Tommy’s fetishes is DILFs. But still, six degrees of separation turning out to be one – or NONE, depending on how you count! – had been a shock, at least at first there, when we had gotten to the dinner table for me to introduce my pretty-permanent partner, my boyfriend of some time by then, to my – I THOUGHT! – rather . . . how to say? Well, I never thought my parents would be pervs . . . like their sons!

    I couldn’t actually take my eyes off my dad, for whom I have new respect, at least for his poker-face despite a slight realignment regarding his sexual proclivities! When we hugged goodbye after dinner, he told me loud enough for all to hear, “Son, we should talk soon – it’s been a while!” Uh, yeah, right. And exactly how would that conversation go?
    Me: So, dad, you like boys and have been fucking my boyfriend? What else is new?
    Him: In fairness, son, I didn’t KNOW he was YOUR boyfriend, just that he had one.

    I laughed to myself as my dad and I parted and simply said, “I’ll call you, dad.”

    As we walked back up the hill to my house, Tommy held my hand very tightly, but he said nothing other than to have said when we left, “That was a big step – meeting the parents. I’m happy . . . because we did that, Ry.” He gave me a kiss on my neck, but the tight grip signaled that he knew there was a lot more to talk about.  When we turned onto the street that we would take to get to ours, I finally addressed the two thousand pound gorilla who was walking between us.

    “So, Big Al, huh?” I felt Tommy flinch in my grasp.

    After passing a house or three in silence, Tommy finally burst forth. “OHMYGOD, Ry, I had NO idea, I SWEAR! I’d never, ever-“

    I squeezed his hand and cut him off. “Tom, I know.”

    “OHMYGODDDDD! You called me ‘Tom’,” he cried, mournfully. “I’m fucked, aren’t I?”

    I had to laugh at that. “Tommy, I love you,” I told him with every bit of my soul, and I pulled him into an embrace. He was shaking, really upset, and I was laughing at him. I held him tight, there on the street outside some studio sound worker’s house we’d partied at once I remember.

    “Ry,” he sobbed into my shoulder.

    I stopped him. “Tommy, really. Stop it. You did nothing wrong.”

    And, as my wonderful, crazy, exuberant lover sometimes did, his mood changed on a dime. “One thing I’ll tell you, Ry,” he gushed suddenly. I couldn’t wait to hear this! “There IS a genetic link to a man’s virility! It’s no wonder I fell helplessly in love with you, Ry, given the genetics there. And your mom, OH MY GOD, no wonder she’s got that sort of subtly serene smile on her face.”

    I kissed Tommy again, and although it’s always a pleasant action, I really just wanted to stop talking about my parents’ sex life in any context! When we parted, he looked at me very seriously. “You’re really not going to dump me because I fucked your dad?”

    “AAAAAAAAAAAAAA, Tommy! STOP talking about it!” I moaned, shaking his shoulders. Tommy continued looking at me, very seriously.

    “No, Tommy, not a chance,” I told him. I could tell he wasn’t certain that the “no” was computing. “You honestly think I’d give you up?” I asked him, and to my surprise he looked down. I pushed up his chin. “What the hell, Tommy? You think I don’t love you? Seriously? You don’t know that?”

    “No, it’s not that, Ry. It’s not that,” he mumbled.

    I waited for him to continue, still standing in front of Tanner’s little house. THAT WAS HIS NAME. Strange how your brain can be in crisis over something important – which if Tommy felt we weren’t solid, it certainly was a crisis! – and still come up with some trivial knowledge tidbit that had escaped previously.

    Finally, in exasperation or maybe desperation, I prompted him. “What is it?”

    “You know I suck at this, Ry,” Tommy admitted miserably.

    “No, you don’t,” I corrected him. “You don’t like these conversations, but you don’t suck.” And then, to lighten things a little, “Well, you DO suck . . . and are rather a champion at it! Just you don’t suck at talking openly about our relationship, Tommy, and you know it.”

    He grinned widely, sheepishly. GOD he is a gorgeous man! Then, with more impishness added, “I do know it. But I’m in a hole here, and trying whatever I can not to get buried alive. I’d die without you, Ry. Seriously, I would.”

    AND we come full circle! I shook his shoulders again, gently, to make sure he knew I was dead serious. “Tommy, did you do anything wrong? I don’t think you did – not even a shadow of a doubt in my mind – there never has been. You’ve always given me only reasons to trust you, and I do now, about,” and with a gulp I got out, “My dad, A-K-A ‘Big Al’.” Forcing myself to say it, it was suddenly hilarious again, and this time, instead of forcing myself not to bust out laughing at the table at dinner, I let myself go and really laughed.

    When I finally was down in a squat, propped with my elbows on my knees, head basically between my knees and gasping for breath, Tommy said, none too sarcastically, “I hope you’re enjoying that laugh at my expense!” That just made me laugh harder.

    Tommy finally pulled me up by an elbow. “OK, Jack Nicholson, let’s get home before Spunky gets crazy for his walk.”

    As Tommy urged me up the hill, I tried to stop chuckling, but I couldn’t. I snuggled into him, my arm now around his shoulder, and I kissed his neck. “I think we’re stuck with each other, Tommy.”

    He didn’t break stride, just said, “Probably, but is that good or bad?”

    “Well,” I began, choosing to ignore the ominous aspect to the affirmation, “I mean, who else but you would have conceded to let me name OUR dog Spunky because his fur colors looked like someone spunked all over him? And who else but me would GET the Batman reference that quickly? And, by the way, I prefer Heath Ledger or even that skinny bitch Frank Gorshem to Jack Nicholson – JESUS!”

    Tommy laughed, and when he did, I felt the world settle under my feet.

    We were back outside, walking our cocker spaniel – Spunky – up the hill toward the little park he loved, holding hands, as we often did. Tommy once told me, looking across from me in a decidedly lower-scale Mexican restaurant, farther southeast in the flats of Los Angeles, that touching my hands and knowing how I saved lives with them was almost spiritual. No, he didn’t say that to get me into bed; I was already a sure thing by that point!

    “How’s it going to work from now on, Ry?” he asked. I knew what he meant, because we’d resolved we’d “talk some more” while we walked Spunky but then, not again – hopefully not ever, but that was too much to ask – until something else happened . . . like my “call” to my dad.

    “It’s going to work like this. nothing, and I mean NOTHING changes between you and me. EXCEPT that when we see my parents from now on, you’re going to be a bit uncomfortable, and my dad’s – BIG AL to you,” I threw in playfully, “Will be a lot uncomfortable.”

    “What if, say, I did want something to change, Ry?” he suggested tentatively.

    “What would you like to change?” I asked, hesitantly, feeling a knot start in my stomach.

    “Don’t worry, I don’t want to ‘grandfather’,” he air-quoted that, “Big Al and allow him as a playmate because I did him not knowing he was someone you knew or anything like that.”

    “Well that’s a relief,” I retorted, with double meaning, leaning down and baggy Spunky’s rather prodigious output. If I bagged, Tommy carried; if he bagged, I carried. I preferred to bag, and since I had, handed him the bag.

    “Isn’t that appropriate?” he laughed. “I handed you a steaming sack of shit earlier, and you hand me one now!”

    “To be completely fair, yours will last far longer, for several people, than this, which you’ll pitch in our garbage can when we get home.”

    “Yeah, yeah,” he chuckled.

    When we’d made our turn and were headed back and he still hadn’t elaborated on his thoughts about change, I asked him. “So what would you like to change, Tom?”

    “Oh, shit, there’s that ‘Tom’ again!” He feigned dismay, but I knew he was teasing. He knew I was serious about whatever was on his mind. “Okay, well, here goes, Ry, and believe me I never thought we’d have this conversation with me holding a sack of shit!” We kept walking, and I waited until I heard him take a big breath. “I was thinking, maybe, we could do some renegotiation as far as our relationship goes.”

    I jerked to a stop. Despite knowing this would be the topic when he’d said “change” it was a shock the clinical way he said it. “Am I going to like this, Tom-Tommy?” He was facing me in the moonlight – there were no street lights on this road – but I could see him clearly, and his face was hopeful, not full of dread. Well, that was something. “Come on, out with it, boy!” I prodded, bolstered by that look on his face.

    Tommy’s eyes fluttered just slightly, a look I knew meant that calling him ‘boy’ had gone straight to his cock, as it always did. “FUCK, Ry!” he said finally. “Way to make your boy lose his train of thought.”

    “I really want to kiss you,” I admitted. “But NOT until you tell me whatever it is that’s on your mind.”

    “Well, there’s an incentive,” he laughed. “Okay, Ry, here goes. Would you consider us being not only exclusive but also closed?”

    “Uh, as in monogamous?” I clarified.

    “As in just you, just me, no more Big Al’s for me, no more twinks for you, no more opportunistic anyones for either of us,” he spilled out.

    “Are you asking me to marry you, Tommy Greggson? Because if you are, you really need some coaching, and I’m not even addressing the dog poop bag!” I joked, not knowing what else to do.

    Tommy let out a breath. Then very seriously he asked me, “Would you, if I asked you? I’m not demanding any of it, Ry. No demands, either of us, I got it. But I, well, I- OH FUCK IT! I AM bad at this, Ry. I’m fucking it all up,” he said, miserably.

    Spunky was tired of being stopped and had fully explored the length his leash made in a circumference as he’d checked out all around me. “Spunky, you might just become legitimate yet!” I told him in that ridiculously enthusiastic way an adult talks to a baby, to stay his impatience . . . and to let Tommy know he hadn’t fucked anything up, quite the opposite!

    I grabbed Tommy around his neck in the crook of my elbow, and we all started on down the road. “Should I just say YES or should I make you properly articulate the terms, counselor, and present them in an appropriate fashion in an appropriate venue?” I asked into the night air.

    This time Tommy jerked to a stop and pulled me to face him, much to Spunky’s annoyance. “Really? Seriously?” he gushed. “You’re really serious?”

    “It was a serious question,” I parried, and he scowled with feigned intensity. “Come on, Tommy, take me home, and I’ll show you just how serious I am!”

    We almost ran down the hill and then up slightly to our block then down to my house . . . soon to be OUR house. Spunky thought it was great fun, barking and galloping along, trying to keep up with us.

    As I got Spunky his expected treat when we got inside, I noticed that Tommy was pulling his silk Armani shirt over his head and saw him cast it off. Spunky was impatient, as my attention had been diverted by my lover’s v-shaped torso and his abs and traps and everything in between as he pulled the expensive button-up shirt over his head. That was one of the things he did that just went straight to my nuts, probably all those times I jacked off when I was a kid over Harrison Ford when he did that same thing in Working Girl. I chuckled at the irony – Tommy was the indefatigable movie buff, but that scene in a movie from when I was a kid-

    Spunky woofed gently at me to get my attention, and I turned from Tommy’s rippling torso to give him his treat – and an extra to atone for my delay – and patted his head. Of course, by then, my four-legged companion had no use for affection, concentrating on his oversized biscuit and the chewy roll I’d given him. Decisions, decisions.

    I turned back in time to see Tommy, having kicked off his Pradas (I’d changed to sneakers when we got back from dinner; how he could walk in those, I couldn’t imagine!) and his Armani slacks were in a heap with the shirt, he was pulling off his second sock. Tommy’s long, runner’s legs are just as distracting as his torso, and I must have been completely stalled. “C’mon, Zack,” he smirked, as he shucked his black boxer briefs. Turning and shaking his bubble butt at me, he headed into the house.

    It took me a few beats to tune into the “Zack.” Okay, maybe it was because by the time it clicked, Tommy was opening the slider out to the pool, and I knew that his oblique reference was to Showgirls with Elizabeth Berkeley riding Kyle MacLachlan, her boss, in his pool. YEAH! I’ll be Zack. “COMING, NOMI!” I called, struggling out of my clothes on my way after him.

    I took a running dive into my long lap pool, my trajectory directed to put me within a few strokes of where Tommy was languidly crawling toward the far end. The heated water was nothing like the heat in my loins as I caught up with my hot, wonderful lawyer husband-to-be from underwater and pulled myself up the length of him by grabbing his legs. As I passed his middle I rubbed my face on his fully-hard cock . . . and then made sure to drag my chest up his legs, over his hardon and up to meet him parallel to him, underneath.

    As I pushed up to stop Tommy’s crawl, he had similar idea and, with perfection of execution that some synchronized swimmer somewhere would have appreciated, he wrapped his strong legs around my waist, grinding our cocks together as he pulled sideways and upright. We both came out of the water with a splash and spray about us into the warm night air, our middles now ground together. We clumsily tread water a little, propelling ourselves as we did closer to the end of the pool.

    When my feet finally touched the bottom of the pool our lips were locked together, at least one arm each clutching the other, teeth clattering inelegantly as we sucked face and humped each other under water. I was, by then, raging hard, and I was as ready to fuck my man as he apparently was to be fucked, given his other hand groping for my cock, bending it and then pushing it at his hungry hole.

    He wasn’t letting go of my tongue, and I couldn’t protest and suggest getting him opened up. Instead he was grinding down onto me, holding my cock to ensure he mounted it, and before I knew it I was gasping from the feeling of his tight cunt swallowing my cockhead and continuing down the remaining inches.

    “FUCK ME ZACK!” he huffed, taking a split-second break from chewing my face off.

    I felt him working himself down on me, felt the much hotter sensation of his burning fuckchute swallowing my cock, wondering how he could possibly be that tight . . . again . . . after all the fucking we did, and some of it just hours before. But he was . . . as he always was, his mancunt consumed my cock and worked it like nobody else had.

    Tommy was riding me now – bucking up and down, the pool water providing a slip-sliding sensation of bumping along as we got our rhythm. “Come on, FUCK ME!” he growled, having thrown his head back momentarily to let out a long yowl as he adjusted to the abuse of his fuckentrance.

    I took my rather overt second cue and tip-toed us over to the side of the pool where we could get better leverage. Tommy knew this scene – his choice – and grabbed hold of the edge of the slate tiles of the pool deck behind him and began levering himself up and down on me, fucking himself with my cock before I had a chance to readjust my positioning.

    “C’mon, Ry- FUCK! C’mon, ZACK! Own me. Make me yours all over again!” I had my hands on his hips to steady myself and was just getting my rhythm going pumping up into him harder. “OH FUCK YES!” he cried. “Just fuckn FUCK ME!”

    I snarled and slammed up into him harder, and he used his grip on the edge of the pool deck to maneuver himself to meet and challenge me with every thrust. Tommy’s head was thrown back in abandon then thrashing from side to side, his growls against my snarls, all the while his magical mancuntmuscles worked my marauding fuckpole like a crazed milking machine. I swear somehow he mastered his assmuscles to such degree that it felt like his cunt swirled on my head, nearly driving me out of my mind.

    “That’s it, baby. Knock me up. Fuckn KNOCK ME THE FUCK UP!” he shouted at one point, stoking the fire in my already-boiling balls. “THAT’S FUCKING IT – SLAM ME FULL OF YOU, STUD! FUCKN FILLLLLLLLLL MEEEEEEEEEE!” he yowled as I slam-fucked up into my man’s talented cunt as hard and as deep as I could.

    “OHHHHFFUUUUCCCKKKKKK!” I grunted before any further speech became impossible as my insides exploded into a fireball of sparks and jolts emanating from my cumtanks. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” I moaned as my cock, jammed up as deep into Tommy’s fucktunnel as I could get it, began to blast my seed.

    “OHHHFUFUFUUUUCCCKKKKKKKKKK!” Tommy sputtered, beginning to lose his own load as I pumped mine into him.

    We thrashed and spasmed through our releases, clutching and groping at each other wildly as we writhed and, ultimately, falling into one another against the side of the pool. As our chests heaved we kissed, long, deep and passionately.

    “I love you, Tommyboy,” I said, softly, when we parted lips.

    Tommy rested his forehead against mine. With a catch in his voice, which I felt in his chest against mine, he told me, “I love you, Doctor Ryan Sorenson. I love you only, I love you,” and throwing his head back, howling to the heavens, he yelled, “I’M YOOUUURRRRRRRRSSSSSS, RYAN. ALL YOURS, ONLY YOURS, FOREVER YOURS! That’s the way I want it to be.” The last part he proclaimed quieter, his eyes locked on mine.

    We were both startled so much that we almost jumped clean out of the pool when my father’s voice boomed from behind us, on the opposite side at the other end of the pool, near the house. “Well, then, seems that tells me where I stand in this menage, doesn’t it?” And then, as we both stared at dad, also known at some unfortunate times, as Big Al, however unfortunately that factoid now played in Tommy’s life . . . and mine, he added, “Or . . . HAVE WE worked this SITUATION out?” with a plotting, devilish smirk. His look and his inflection signified the specter of our complications just beginning . . . as did his brushing grope of himself in his trousers.

    “Holy, crap!” Tommy whispered, eyes wide.

    Indeed!!!

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  • Paranormal Lewd and Sexual Misconduct Department

    First a disclaimer: this is meant to be an ongoing story involving elements of sci-fi, fantasy and humour. It is also a bisexual-based story that involves sex between men and women and will include various other combinations of men and women in future installments. I would like to state that all characters in this story are 18 or older and this story is in no way meant to be offensive to anyone. If you enjoy it please comment and/or email me to let me know what you think.

    It was a regular Saturday night. Four high school girls, all seniors and members of the cheerleading squad were staying the night at one of the girl’s house while her parents were away for the weekend. They had a fun time watching movies and were ready to get to sleep, the four of them lying on mattresses on the floor of the host girl’s bedroom. As they fell asleep something moved inside the bedroom closet. Tentacles that were green, completely smooth with a soft nub at the end. Several of these tentacles slowly and silently crept out of the closet and slithered toward the unsuspecting girls. All four of the sweet, babes were sleeping in nothing but a nightshirt and a pair of panties. As soon as all the tentacles were near the girls they suddenly leapt onto them; ripping off their panties and slipping under their shirts. Some of the tentacles forced their way into the cheerleaders’ tight, supple pussies and assholes while others groped their firm tits. The girls were all shocked awake at the sudden violation and the room was filled with the sound of their frightened squeals.

    Meanwhile at the Paranormal Lewd and Sexual Misconduct Department, or P.L.A.S.M.D. (pronounced “plasmed” like a verb) for short, the alarm for an incident in progress was going off. At this time of night on a weekend there was only one field agent at headquarters; Matt Boothe. Matt was a veteran of the Department, he had been helping them deal with paranormal sex incidents for over ten years. He was in his mid-thirties, a gorgeous man with short, dark hair, heavy stubble and icy blue eyes. Matt was in great shape; his muscles were nicely defined, strong pecs, broad shoulders, sinewy arms and cut abs, with a fair dusting of hair on his chest. He was about to head to bed himself and he walked into the surveillance room wearing an undershirt and boxers. Josh was sitting at the control panel. Josh was a hot, young stud in his 20s; young, dumb and full of cum as the saying goes. He was in training to be a field agent but was stuck with monitor duty for the moment. Using their state-of-the-art technology coupled with magical resources allowed P.L.A.S.M.D.’s satellites to detect any paranormal incident in North America and monitor it, recording audio and video of the situation with magically-enhanced cameras capable of seeing and hearing through solid materials and broadcasting it back to headquarters.

    The scene in the cheerleader’s bedroom appeared on the large main monitor which spanned almost the entire wall of the room; the four girls were still being harassed and penetrated by the tentacles.

    “Ohhh damn! Look at that!” Josh exclaimed as he took in the sight of the four babes getting tentacle-fucked.

    The monitor split into six different images showing the scene from different viewpoints. One image zoomed-in and showed the girls’ vaginas and anuses being stretched by the relentless tentacles.

    “Fuck! Look at dem holes gettin’ stretched! These girls must’ve been virgins!” Josh shouted in excitement as he watched gleefully. He could be the personification of the clichéd, chauvinistic jock at times and the sight before him was a real treat for his libido.

    “Is the teleporter ready to go?” Matt asked with a matter-of-fact tone.

    “Yep, locked on to the coordinates and standing by.” Josh answered.

    “Good, I’m goin’ in.” Matt replied before he stepped onto the teleportation pad and was ported over to the girl’s bedroom.

    Matt was suddenly in the room with the girls, the tentacles wrapped around them and plundering their poon.

    “They came out of nowhere!” One of the girls cried out.

    Matt rushed over to the closet and opened the door wide, inside was the base of the tentacle monster. As Matt reached for it, it grew out two more tentacles that groped at him; tearing open his shirt. He grabbed the creature’s base and lifted it up off the floor. He squeezed it; compressing its body so it wouldn’t be able to keep its tentacles outstretched. The creature gave in and retracted away from the girls.

    “Port it to the bio-lab now!” Matt shouted as he threw the creature back down onto the floor. It was suddenly enveloped in light as it was teleported to P.L.A.S.M.D.’s biological analysis lab. Matt turned toward the high school cheerleaders. His shirt now torn-open, Matt was standing there with his chest on display.

    The girls did nothing to cover their privates, now glistening with their own vaginal fluid. Exposure to paranormal organisms or substances causes acute sexual arousal in normal humans; this condition is often referred to as being “plasmed”. The cheerleaders grinned at Matt with obvious lust.

    “So mister…” One of them spoke-up. “Can you help us get off?”

    Matt grinned back at them.

    At headquarters Josh was still watching what was going on in the bedroom.

    “Aww shit yeah! Now that’s what I’m talkin’ bout!” He bellowed as colleague began servicing the girls.

    Matt was lying on his back with his boxers now around his ankles. One of the girls was sitting on his face, his tongue buried in her puss, another was sitting on his crotch with Matt’s 8” cock buried in her, she was thrusting up and down on him, the other two were sitting on either side of him while he fingered both of them with four fingers and rubbed their clits with his thumbs. Having wild sex like this was just a part of the job and Matt knew what to do to give these girls what they needed.

    Josh had whipped out his own uncut, 8” prick, stroking himself as he watched the babes ride Matt’s various appendages.

    The girls were moaning and feeling their own tits as Matt pleasured them. Eventually the sound of their shared ecstasy reached a crescendo as they reached orgasm. Their pussies squirted, something that had never happened to any of them before, coating Matt’s face, crotch and hands with their sweet, young juice. They fell back from him; collapsing in bliss as their bodies recovered from intense orgasm.

    Matt stood up, pulled up his boxers and grabbed what was left of his shirt.

    “I’m ready Josh, port me back.” He said before disappearing from the room in a flash of light.

    Matt reappeared back at headquarters, still naked and holding his remaining clothes.

    “How were dem pussies, bro?” Josh asked with a smirk. He was sitting there with his shirt off; his muscular, younger body exposed. His pecs were coated with hair that was now sticky from Josh’s cumshot splashing all over his chest. He ate some of his own spunk. “Looked fuckin’ tasty, man.”

    Matt licked some of the teenage pussy juice from his lips. “Sure was, maybe you’ll get some like action like that if you ever become a field agent.”

    Josh laughed good-naturedly. “Ohh so that’s how it is, huh old man?” He joked.

    “That’s how it is, kid.” Matt joked back, smiling.

    Josh watched Matt’s firm buttocks flex as he walked off. Josh was bi, a self-described “50/50 bi guy”, he was equally attracted to both babes and studs and he pursued both men and women with an equally pig-headed macho attitude.

    Matt returned to his room. All P.L.A.S.M.D. agents had their own private quarters with a bedroom and bathroom. Matt wasted not time getting to sleep while Josh finished the rest of his shift on monitor duty. The next morning Matt got up, used the bathroom and showered. He wasn’t on duty today so he dressed casually in a gray t-shirt and jeans. As he stepped out his door he immediately noticed the sound of a woman panting. He walked across the hall from his room to his neighbor’s door and opened it, knowing his neighbor and fellow field agent Sarah Layne wouldn’t mind.

    Sarah was sitting on her bed, completely nude; one hand gripping one of her beautiful breast implants and the other vigorously rubbing her smooth pussy. In front of her, sitting on her bed was her laptop, playing one of her favourite gay porn videos.

    Matt walked up to her bed and glanced at her computer; it showed three men with sculpted bodies like marble statues, the older of these men was on his knees wearing a jockstrap that perfectly framed his ass while he was sucking and jerking the other two’s engorged pricks. “This one again Sarah, how many times have you seen this one now?” He asked looking at her.

    “It’s a classic.” She replied, smiling at him. Sarah was a stunning woman; 30 years old she had worked at the department for over five years, long enough for her and Matt to get quite familiar with each although they had never become anything more than good friends and frequent fuckbuddies. “Wanna’ get me off?” She asked casually.

    In response Matt dropped to his knees and stuck his face in her crotch.

    She ran her fingers through his hair as she felt his stubble tickle her soft flesh. She moaned as he swirled his tongue against her in the way he knew got her hot. She closed her eyes and ran her other hand through her shoulder-length blonde hair as he ate her out just right. “Fuck yes Matt, ohhh yeah.” She breathed out slowly as he got her close. “Ohhhh Matt!” She cried out as he brought her over the edge and she coated his face with another glaze of female ejaculate.

    Matt brought his head back up and they kissed, she savoured the taste of her own pleasure on his mouth.

    “You sure you don’t want that taken care of?” Sarah asked nodding at the bulge in Matt’s jeans.

    “Maybe later, I gotta’ get down to the bio-lab.” Matt answered looking at Sarah as she lay on her bed, still nude.

    “Ohh yeah, when I got back to HQ this morning I heard you got lucky with some cheerleaders last night.” Sarah responded with a smirk.

    “Yeah well you know; perks of this job. I’ll see ya’ later.” Matt replied before leaving. He headed towards the biological analysis lab and found Josh on the way there.

    Josh was with one of the other agents in training, an extremely handsome young man named Jared. Jared had short dark hair and heavy stubble, not too dissimilar to Matt. The two young bucks were making-out in the hallway; their facial hair raping together as the kissed deeply.

    Matt stopped when he saw them, he wasn’t homophobic but he wasn’t gay and he wasn’t used to seeing guy-on-guy action like Sarah was. He had seen bits of gay porn Sarah watched every now and then but that was the extent of his experience with all-male sexuality.

    “Ohh yeah man, how’s it goin’?” Josh said when he noticed Matt was there and ended the make-out session.

    “Hey agent Boothe.” Jared said politely.

    “Hi guys, didn’t mean to interrupt you, just headed down to the bio-lab.” Matt stated.

    “Don’t sweat it man, and you can join in anytime you want.” Josh declared with a grin.

    Jared eyed the bulge that was still in Matt’s jeans before smiling at him.

    “That’s ok guys, I’ve got something to do.” Matt said before continuing towards the lab. When he arrived at the lab the tentacle creature from last night had already been fully analyzed and disposed of. “So does anyone know what a tentacle monster was doing in some girl’s bedroom closet?” Matt asked the bio-research team.

    “Well all tentacle creatures are attracted to virginal teenage genitals, but I find it difficult to believe that it found its way into that girl’s home by itself.” The head researcher replied. He was a man who had been working for the department longer than Matt. “And you said all these girls were surprised by the creature.”

    “Yeah, all of them were shocked when it started going to town on them. I could tell none of them had any experience getting penetrated by a tentacle monster before.” Matt responded.

    “All the data on the creature has been uploaded to the mainframe, you can use the satellites to scan for its location prior to last night.” The researcher explained.

    “Alright, I’ll go see where it came from now.” Matt replied.

    Back in the surveillance room Jared was now on monitor duty. “Hey agent Boothe, how’d it go at the lab?” The younger man inquired.

    “Didn’t learn anything, I’m gonna’ scan to trace where last night’s tentacle monster came from. Someone must have put it in that girl’s room.” Matt answered.

    One of the P.L.A.S.M.D. satellites scanned the area around the location of last night’s incident but could only trace the creature back to the nearest coastal town; a predictable place for where a tentacle creature would be brought to the U.S. “Looks like I’ll have to head down to the coast and investigate.” Matt declared.

    “Well if you’d like someone to come along, Josh would love to get more in-the-field training.” Jared said smiling at Matt. Jared was a lot more thoughtful and level-headed than Josh, but apparently he was just as enthusiastic in the bedroom with both men and women.

    “Yeah alright, I’ll bring him along.” Matt agreed.

    Soon both Matt and Josh were in a car together which was then teleported near their coastal destination.

    “Remind me again why we sometimes need cars when we can port from place-to-place?” Josh asked.

    “‘Cause sometimes we need equipment that we can’t carry with us, which is in the trunk of the car.” Matt answered patiently as he drove the car.

    “Right, and are we gonna’ need any special equipment for this?” Josh asked.

    “Dunno’, maybe we will, maybe we won’t. But that tentacle monster didn’t crash those girl’s slumber party by accident.” Matt stated.

    “Yeeeeah.” Josh thought back on the events of last night. “Dem horny cheerleaders got fucked!” He exclaimed.

    Matt couldn’t help but chuckle at his younger colleague’s gusto.

    Josh looked at Matt with a smirk. “Sooo Mr. veteran agent you deal with a lot of tentacle monsters?” He questioned with a mischievous tone.

    “Yeah, among other things, why do you ask?” Matt responded.

    “Well you’re straight, right? You ever get fucked up the ass?” Josh asked with a wide grin.

    Matt chuckled again. “Believe it or not, but I’ve actually never been fucked.” He answered.

    “Seriously? I hear you’ve been hooking up with Ms. Layne for a while and I know what she’s into, she never fucked you with a strap-on or somethin’?” Josh looked at Matt incredulously.

    “After all this time in this business and I’ve never been fucked once, Josh.” Matt said in response.

    “Damn man, you need to get that cherry popped!” Josh laughed.

    “I’m in no rush.” Matt replied.

    They arrived in town and Matt led them to a porno shop in the red light district. After having a discreet conversation with the owner he let them into a backroom where he said they could speak with the woman who sells the tentacle creatures here. The woman was a horny Latina lying on a bed nude. Blue tentacles came up from under the bed and massaged the woman’s breasts and played with her anus.

    “What brings you boys here?” She asked with a lustful smile.

    Josh smiled right back at her, loving the sight of her naked body.

    “We’re with P.L.A.S.M.D. and we’re lookin’ for someone who bought a green-coloured tentacle monster here recently. The owner tells me you have a license to sell them legally here, do you keep records on who you sell them too?” Matt asked in return.

    “Our clientele trusts us to keep their purchases here confidential, but since this must be important for you government boys to come down here and talk with me I suppose I might be persuaded to share some information.” She answered while eyeing the facial hair around both Matt and Josh’s mouths. Her pussy was clearly wet and in need of attention.

    Matt looked over at Josh and gave him a grin. “You’re up, kid.”

    “Hell yeah!” Josh exclaimed rubbing his hands together before kneeling in front of the bed and licking the Latina’s moist labia.

    “Ohh yes, that feels real good. Just like out that.” She breathed out slowly and then had a sharp intake of breath as Josh’s facial hair grazed her clit.

    “Yeah, ya’ like that bitch?” Josh asked before sucking on her clit.

    “Ohhh yes I do! But I think I need more persuading.” She replied.

    “Give her your cock, Josh.” Matt said while he watched.

    Josh opened up his fly and whipped out his dick. He got up on the bed, on top of her and quickly buried his erection inside. “How about that, huh? How’s that feel up yer cunt?”

    “Ohh! Ohhhh yes! That feels sooo good, ohh give it to me please!” She begged.

    “Yeah, start talkin’ bitch!” Josh shouted as he began thrusting into her repeatedly.

    “A woman bought a… green tentacle monster here… just a couple days ago.” She panted.

    “What can you tell us about her?” Matt asked, his crotch bulging once again as he watched the woman take a pounding from Josh.

    “Caucasian… dark hair… about 30 years old I say. She… Ohh… she didn’t seem interested in buying it for herself.” The woman answered.

    Matt could tell Josh was getting close to cumming. “Anything more you can tell us?” He inquired.

    “Yeah… I remember she… she mentioned… a niece.” She was breathing heavily, getting close to orgasm herself.

    Matt knew that was the key to finding out who planted the tentacle creature in that room. “Thank you miss, that’s exactly what we needed to find out.”

    After getting the information that they needed Josh plowed himself into the woman for the last few times; grunting and shooting his load deep inside her.

    This caused her to cum too, moaning out loud as she came on Josh’s dick. “Ohhh thank you.” She sighed.

    “Anytime, bitch.” Josh said smugly as he got off her and closed his fly back up.

    Matt instead opened his zipper and then told Josh; “I’m gonna’ get some sloppy-seconds, go back to the car and call headquarters; tell them we have a new lead on last night’s incident.”

    “Sure thing man, have fun.” Josh replied with a smirk before leaving.

    “You ready for round two?” Matt asked looking at the woman still panting on the bed.

    “Fuck yes!” She answered.

    Matt stripped off his t-shirt before climbing on top of her and shoving his cock in.

    She groped his back as he fucked her with long, forceful thrusts.

    Matt enjoyed the feel of her puss, moistened by her own cum and Josh’s spunk. He kissed her deeply while he kept driving his hips back and forth.

    After he relayed Matt’s message back to headquarters Josh came back and watched the experienced agent fuck the hell out this woman. Matt’s jeans had slipped down; exposing his tight ass and Josh couldn’t help but lick his lips and stare. “Want me to toss that salad, man?” He asked aloud.

    “No thanks.” Matt grunted as he kept pumping the woman. After a few more minutes Matt blew his load; groaning while he deposited a hot stream of cum into the well-fucked whore.

    She moaned out loud again as she orgasmed for the second time. The blue tentacles returned and started massaging her breasts again as Matt and Josh left.

    “Sounded like you gave her a real big load, bro.” Josh said once they got back in the car.

    “Yeah I didn’t cum at all this morning, I like to save it up and blow a real big load sometimes.” Matt responded with a smirk.

    “Hot. So is this what the job’s like most of the time? Bangin’ horny cheerleaders and backroom-whores?” Josh asked.

    “There’s investigating involved too Josh and dealing with paranormal incidents, but I know what you’re getting at and yeah; the sex that comes with the job can get pretty raunchy sometimes.” Matt answered.

    “Speaking of, do you have a thing for sloppy-seconds? ‘Cause I wouldn’t of thought a straight guy would be so eager to stick his cock in my cum.” Josh said grinning.

    “Yeah I do like sloppy-seconds. I like fucking a woman with a really lubricated cunt, and you lubed her up real nice.” Matt replied with a chuckle.

    They drove out of town, waiting to get ported back to headquarters. They now had a major lead in finding out why a tentacle creature just-so-happened to be hiding in a cheerleader’s closet the night her friends were sleeping over.

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  • Coins, Booths, and Forest Trails

    Coins, Booths, and Forest Trials.

        It had been three weeks since the incident with John Boy at the gloryhole. We were standing face to face, neither of us able to speak a single word. He turned and rushed out of the building; by the time I found the balls to move and head outside to my own waiting car he was long gone. In these three weeks I hadn’t heard or seen from him- texts unanswered and calls sent to voicemail. I would have dropped by his house, but his folks hated unexpected guests and I knew that would do nothing but push us further apart. The only good thing was that he must have kept his mouth shut because no one was treating me any different.

            I sit lying on my bed and like every time I think about my buddy, I think about his great cock and the amazing blowjob I had received. And just like every time before I got rock hard. Frustrated and horny I decided to go running and hopefully blow off some steam and push the thoughts out of my mind. I get dressed, got into my truck and made the two hour drive to my favorite park. It had amazing trails and beautiful scenery, with trails cutting through the woods it was a perfect place.  Before I knew it I was there and headed down some of my favorite paths, but I wanted to do something different… something to really distract myself.

        As I make my way off the well used forest trail I start to hear sounds and I can see various foot prints in the soft earth. Moving further through the brush the sounds begin to transform into moans and grunts. My steps slow and my breathing quickens. I know I should turn around and leave, but my throbbing cock stretching my jock and tenting my running shorts has a different idea and keep pressing forward. Finally coming through the last bit of brush I can see at least 10 no 12 less worn trails and looking down I see an empty condom wrapper. My brain was numb as I could hear rustling, moans, slapping of skin. I turned to go down the trail to my left, as I approached I can see two figures; one leaning against a large tree head thrown back holding up his t-shirt, the other one on his knees head rocking back and forth in front of the man. Looking closer both men were about 35 and in good shape, the man on the receiving end had an impressive cock I’d guess about 8 inches while the man giving what appeared to be major pleasure was sported a major bulge. I heard the man whisper ‘please don’t stop, I’m so close’. I was amazed to see how the man increased his intensity on the engorged member in front of him. My cock throbbed watching this as precum soaked my jock and I stood frozen watching this amazing scene. The man standing flushed red spread his legs and started to pump his hips; mouth hung open thrown against the tree. The man on his knees moaned with delight as he swallowed the man’s load.

        I turned and slipped away before either of them noticed me. I was so turned on and numb from what I had just witnessed. I couldn’t believe that men were out in these woods fooling around… surly that had to be a flook, a planned meeting… who would take such a risk. I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going, just walking and then a heard ‘harder harder’. I stopped dead in my tracks scanning around and saw nothing until a glimpse of white flesh appeared through the trees. Fueled my hornyness and curiosity I slowly crept around to where I could see them fully. I was shocked to see a man on his knees sucking the cock of another man who was bent partially over him as another man fucked up. I couldn’t help it, I slid my had into my shorts and massaged my throbbing cock through my jock. The man on his knees wasn’t particularly hot being slightly overweight, but he appeared to be a great cock sucker deep throating and all. The bottom was a young guy about my age and seemed to be having the time of his life as a middle aged ripped topped fucked him fast and hard assaulting his ass while at the same time sending his cock further into the cocksuckers throat. Looking closer I can see the cock sucker stroking his cock fast and hard, but I couldn’t tell how big it or any of the cocks were for that matter. All to soon the moans turned to grunts as they neared there orgasms. The passive bottom suddenly got aggressive as he grabbed the head of the cocksucker and shoved his cock in to the hilt unloading his load. The top moans how his ass is milking him dry; pulling out he shoots his load all over the bottoms back. The two men pant as they start to get dressed, I can now see that both men are sporting what must be good 7inch cocks when fully hard and not spent. They walk off leaving the man on his knees alone to finish himself off, but instead he stand up pulls up his shorts and heads down a different trail opposite of the two others.

        I stay in my hiding spot for a few minutes, partially out of shock of what I just saw and partially because my legs feel like rubber. Finally I begin to move and head back the way that I came. I’m getting scared that someone will see me or that the cops will show up. It’s not long before I realize that I’m lost back here and I can’t even find either spot where I witnessed the hot man on man action. I’m about to panic when I once again hear the moans of a man’s pleasure; cock leading the way I head for it, but I convince myself its not to watch it’s to find a guy and ask him the way out. I use the natural stone path and round a large tree only to walk within feet of a man getting a blow job. A, from what I can see, great blowjob. The cocksucker would slowly slide his way down the mans cock, using one hand on the shaft leading he way down and the other hand softly playing with his balls. When he would come up he’d twist his mouth on the shaft and make the man standing shudder. I almost moaned at the sight, I couldn’t help it, by this point my balls were starting to ache from all the stimulation and excitement. As I stepped back my foot hit a branch on the path and I almost tripped. Standing back upright both men were staring at me and the man on his knees was fixated on my bulge, precum having soaked through my sock and now wetting my shorts.

        As I looked at the two men I finally looked at them. The cock sucker was what you would call a bear cub, about 25 muscular but chubby and broad shoulders with a really cute face. The man standing was about 45 and had a nice thick built runner’s body. With his shirt off you could see a well defined 6 pack and pecs. The standing man grinned as he pushed his cock back into the cocksucker’s mouth making himself and the man moan. My mouth hung open slightly. The older man tilted his head giving me the sign to come over but I was frozen solid, the only thing moving was my cock throbbing in time with my pounding heart. ‘Come here’. I started to move at the command of the deep bass voice. He withdrew his cock from the bearcubs mouth and pulled me in front of him, his bare sweaty check pressed to my back. The bearcub started pawing at my bulge, slowly pulling down my shorts until they rested at my thighs. I could feel the mans cock grinding between the cheeks of my ass, but before I could protest the bear cub ripped the pouch of my jock and slammed my cock into his throat. It felt like an eternity of pleasure, but I would have been surprised if it was minutes. My cock was being worshipped sending shockwaves through my body and the big cock grinding against me was making my as tingle. Kisses and gentle bites were laid across my upper back, neck and shoulders as my nipples would occasionally be tweeked. I couldn’t help but moan oh god, oh god, oh fuck, oh god. Suddenly with a grunt I felt hot warm liquid coating my back and sliding between my ass, the man had cum from grinding against me, the very thought of this pushed be over the top. I was so overcome I didn’t even have time to warn the young guy I was gonna cum; I just moaned and let loose letting my head fall on the shoulders behind me. The young man moaned and happily swallowed my load but then started to grunt deeply rattling my balls. The older man told me to look down he’s cumming from swallowing your load, and sure enough he was and cumming hard and his load flew out between both sets of legs and landed against the tree.

        The older gentleman rubbed my chest as I calmed down and the bear cub just panted leaning against my thighs, head resting on my stomach. He soon left us both to lean against the tree saying his wife would be expecting him home for dinner soon. Dinner? How long had I been out here I thought. As the bear cub started to walk away I remembered I was lost and now that I had unloaded was terrified to be out here any longer. Running up to him I asked if he could show me the way out. Chuckling ‘come on kid’ I followed him down various trails and past various moans at various levels of pleasure until I was blinded by the day light. Blinking I saw my truck across the street, opposite of the trail I had originally run down. How far had I gone? The young guy just laughed at my obvious shock.

        “I had fun. Here’s my number if you ever want the same treatment.” Looking down I could see he had extended his hand with a business card. Looking back up at his face I noticed he was way better looking than I had remembered. Muscular and chubby with broad shoulders I remembered but not the strong jaw, stubble on that jaw line, and deep green eyes; I bet this dude could get plenty of girls, why was out here… but then again why the fuck was I. I look the card and said thanks and ran off towards my truck. Throwing the card in the glove box I pulled out and drove like hell away from there. What the fuck had I gotten myself into this month… I looked at my phone and saw a missed text from John Boy

    -We Need to TALK-

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  • A Slave Cop

    As I was driving down the road minding my own business and deep in thought about the situations I faced all day long and the feelings I bottled up inside me about my life and how it was going, just drove me almost completely insane, figuratively speaking, but none of that mattered at that moment until I noticed the red and blue flashing lights in my rear view mirror.  Great, just what I need a ticket and harassment from an out a shape motorcycle cop that was trying to prove himself true police officer.  I pulled over atthe next parking lot area and waited patiently for this to all be over, but then it happened, the knock on the window. I turned to look out the window and instead of a overweight desk jockey,my heart was in my throat to see a young beautiful blonde haired blue eye officer who was probably in his early twenties with a physical appearance of a super model.  As I greeted him, I took a look at his name badge and saw that his name was N. Shaw and he stood approximately 5ft 11 in and if I were to guess his weight I would say he weighed 190 lbs of ripped muscle and wore a size 11 shoe.  I knew he was not gay since he had a wedding band on his finger, but that did not bother me. As I listened to him talking, I imagined having him in ways that I would drive a person insane.

    After we finished with the ticket I thanked him and left,but had a hard time getting that beautiful officer out of my mind.  I thought about him for nearly several days afterwards and finally figured that I had to do something about it.  The first thing I needed to do was find out his name, I knew his last but only had an initial for the first, so I contacted the local police department and spoke with a secretary that I told her a story that I wanted to thank the officer for helping my wife out, which I did not have and said that all I had was a last name and that he was a motorcycle cop.  She then “asked what his last name was?” and, I presented the last name of Shaw to her.  She then replied that his first name was“Nathan”, I thanked her and asked if I should send the thank you note to the department or what she said “ that would be best”, I told her thank you one last time and hung up.

    I then went to looking thru the address lookup to see if his personal address was available and to my surprise I found several Nathan Shaw’sin the area, so I had my work cut out for me temporarily, but I had to have himno matter what.  For the next couple of months I watched each one of the Crenshaw residential addresses until I finally came to the one I was looking for, I watched as he drove his pickup into the driveway and got out in his uniform, he was still as beautiful as the day I saw him.  I then saw his wife come out and great him with a kiss, as I watched I told myself that she should enjoy it now,because soon enough she would not be getting any from him.

    I watched for several weeks unnoticed and soon got to know his schedule probably better than him, which would be to my benefit.  I watched as I saw his wife leaving for work the next morning and knew that he would be getting home soon since he worked the night shift and he would be vulnerable to my attack.  I then went over to the house and went in thru the back door unnoticed by anyone locking it behind me, I went in and proceeded to the bedroom where I located his dresser and open up the drawers to see his socks, underwear and t-shirts.  I started by packing them all up into bags to take with me, since I wanted him to disappear without a trace.  Then I heard his truck pull into the driveway, I quickly decided to hide and wait, as I watched him come into the house and start to take his gun belt off and his main shirt next he walked into the bedroom where I was hiding and went straight to the bed where he sat down on the bed and pulled his boots off, I was just imagining what the smell of his sweaty socks must be like and immediately got hard.  Next I watched him take his pants off and saw him standing there in his t-shirt, underwear and socks and was he ever beautiful, but I waited as he went into the bathroom and started his shower, I knew the time was coming so I grab the taser from my pocket and waited, he soon came out of the bathroom with the shower still running in the background and went to his dresser where he open his drawers up and noticed that all his clothes were missing, he looked confused but then he started walking toward the closet where I was hiding and waiting.  I watched in anticipation as the doorknob started to turn and he opened the door.  Ashe walked in I made my move and jumped him wrestling him to the ground he fought like a bear as most cops are trained, however with the taser I was able to take him down.  He laid on the floor still semi-awake but not for long as I reached into my pocket and retrieved as mall amber colored bottle and cloth.  I applied some of the liquid from the bottle to the cloth and walked over to him and applied the cloth over his mouth and nose, you could tell he wanted to fight but couldn’t.  He slowly slippedinto darkness and was out.

    While he was out I knew neighbors would be looking at anything weird, so I looked at myself and realized that I had a lot of the same characteristics as Nathan so I went and retrieved all his uniform pieces and put them on, after wards I took some cable ties and tied his ankles together and his arches together, as well as, his knees and his wrist and elbows.  I started to take out the bags of hisclothing and load them up in his truck, next I brought in a big duffle bag largeenough for my precious cargo.  When Iwalked in I heard some commotion coming from the bedroom and went in he lookedat me in his uniform and said what the hell is this, who are you.  I told him to be quiet or I would make himquiet he decided to try and yell for help but before he could get a word out Ihad my hand over his mouth and reached into my bag where I pulled out a dirtyjock strap one that I had been wearing for the last several weeks just for himand stuffed it into his mouth, I then got the roll of duct tape I had andstarted to wrap it around his mouth and head several times.

    After I was done I stood up and admired my work , watching him struggle, but I was not done yet I wanted to have a visual inspection so I rolled up his t-shirt to reveal a beautifully normal abdominal and chest area with a nice line of hair running from his pecs down past his belly button and disappearing into his underwear.  When Ilooked up at him you could see the fear in his eyes, but I told him not toworry that he would grow to love it.  Ithen pulled his underwear down and then I saw the best thing ever he had a dickthat needed some attention and I would be the one to give it to him.  I slowly started to massage him and waitedtill he responded and boy did he everhis dick grew to 8 inched long and I wasexcited.  I looked at him and said thatwe needed to be going and so I grabbed the duffle bag and moved him over to itwhere I placed his feet inside first and then started squishing him down to asquatting position and last thing was for me to stick his head inside thebag.  he looked at me in fear and disgustas I started to zip the bag up and tried to yell thru his gag for help, but tono available effort nothing was coming out. 

    I made one last walk thru to make sure I had everything of his and once I did, I reached down and picked up the duffle bag and placed it over my shoulder like most duffle bags are carried, I knew that he definitely weighed close to 190 but fortunately for him I was able to bench press 250 to 275 easily and proceeded to take the duffle out and throw it into the back of Nathan’s truck with him struggling to be noticed by someone but no one could.  I jumped inside the cab and backed out of the drive and started down the road with my new cargo in hand.  Only one neighbor saw me and they waived at me and yelled out have great day Nathan, I smiled and nodded towards them and thought to myself oh he his going to have a great day but mine is going to be even greater.

  • Season 1, Episode 4: Control

    Season 1, Episode 4: “Control” (Excerpt from shelved Erotic Series- “The Chatline Diaries”)

    Synopsis: The Chatline Diaries was an erotic series that Mr. Maleficent began to write exclusively for a website that never got the chance to go up. It chronicles one anonymous DL man and his encounters with men that he meet off of a big city’s popular gay hookup chatline. Each episode features a new guy hook up partner as our anonymous narrator lives the no strings attached lifestyle.

    I stepped out of the car and my car door slammed. The sound must have ricocheted off of the particles in the air and echoed because suddenly there were dogs barking in the neighborhood. It must have been about 1 o’clock in the morning and pitch dark when I finally showed up. I just hoped that none of these barking dogs were loose. Being no fool, I quickly made way for this dude’s front door. The light inside of the house was on. I wondered if he was going to live up to the promise he made over the chatline. He claimed that he would open the door naked. His sexy voice was still stuck in my head. I just hoped that it wasn’t fake. Many of times I’ve met up with a dude from the line who sounded like a thug over the phone, but once I got to their place, they couldn’t keep the charade going. Eventually, the little bitch that they were would climb out of their asses. I hated that.

    From outside the front door, I could already hear the basketball game that he said he would be watching. He DVR’d the game earlier while he was at work. Now that he was off, he was going to watch the game and wanted full access to a nigga’s mouth to use as he wished while he kicked back and watched the shit.

    My memory is typically awful unless it’s something that has completely got my attention. And in this case, I remember his chatline message by heart. “Yo, Dis’ ya’ boy, Nolla. Ay check `dis out- a nigga headed home from work. Ain’t gotta work tomorrow, so I’m tryna bust a good nutt tonight. I’m lookin’ for that nigga that’s lookin’ to be my bitch tonight. Now, I ain’t tryin’ to fuck you in yo’ ass because I know most of you bitches don’t know how to clean that shit out right. But I am looking for a nigga that wanna give me temporary ownership of his mouth to do with as I please, ya’ feel me? I’m talking about a nigga that will put his mouth anywhere on my body that I tell him too. I DVR’d the basketball game from earlier and a nigga wanna get sucked on and ate out while I’m watchin’ the shit. As soon as I get home, I’m getting’ butt-assed. When you show up, I’ll answer my door butt-assed and be expecting you to get butt-assed as soon as you step in. Don’t confuse that shit, because I’m still not fuckin’ you. And you mos’ def ain’t gon’ be fuckin’ me playboy. And yo, you must have a camera phone on deck so you can send me a picture, iite? Get at me.” I hit him up, sent him a picture of me and he did the same. Clearly, I passed the test because here I am, about to knock on his door.

    I took a deep breath.

    No matter exactly how many times you’ve done this, it never REALLY becomes nerve-free. There’s always some kind of surprise. Some guys look nothing like the photo or description they sent you and some guys just blatantly lie about their waist size or dick size. Some of them don’t bother to shower when they know another person is coming by- and that’s disgusting. And what could be even worse is the hygiene of his house. I don’t wanna see roaches, and I damn sure ain’t trying to see mice. But I was ready for this. I made my piece with the fact that he lived in the hood when he gave me his address. I just hoped this would all be worth it.

    I knocked on his door. I’d gotten his attention. I could tell because the volume on the tv suddenly went down. The light inside light turned off, but he turned the porch light on. He cracked the front door at first, peaking out to make sure that I look like the picture I sent him. Once he verified, he opened the door all the way- and there he was, standing stark-naked. His dreads dropped just below the shoulder, his brown skin was toned and sculpted and he had these tattoos that covered both arms a strip of barbwire on his love handle. And his dick was already hard.

    “You comin’ in nigga?” he said, raising his eyebrows at me.

    I stepped into his spot and he closed the door behind me. I took of my jacket and began to get undressed when he turned the light back on. I dropped my sweatpants. I didn’t have any underwear on because I had just come out the shower prior to coming over here.

    Nolla, which I’m sure wasn’t his real name, sat down on his couch. He spread his legs and placed them on top of the coffee table that sat in front of him.

    “When you ready, just get over here and go to work,” he said.

    I nodded. Next I took off my t-shirt and walked over to him. I was about to sit down on the sofa next to him, but he made sure that didn’t happen.

    “On the floor, nigga. Get in between my legs.”

    I followed his words. I got down on the floor. As I crawled over to him, he moved one of his legs to allow me to get in position between them. His dick was about 8 and curved upward and he had these huge balls that acted like sand bags to block the view of his asshole. His pubic hair was actually very trim and nicely shaved.

    He pointed his dick down to my mouth, encouraging me to put it in.

    “Go ahead, bitch. Suck that dick. Let me borrow yo’ mouth,” he said.

    Both of his legs were over my shoulders and while I lowered my head, his dick began sinking into my mouth .I could already taste the pre-cum glaze that had covered his mushroom tip while it was dropping.

    “You like this big dick, don’t you?”

    “Mmhmm,” I moaned.

    “You like Nolla’s dick, right?” he said, beginning to refer to himself in the third person.

    “Mmhmm.” I had begun to really bob on his dick, letting layers and layers of my saliva coat his stem.

    “What’s my name, nigga? Go ahead- say my name while my dick is in yo’ mouth.”

    “Nolla,” I said. It came out muffled and sounded more like “Nala.” But Nolla approved.

    “Yes nigga, that’s it boy.”

    Nolla laid the palm of his hand on my forehead and he guided me on his dick. I’d tried to turn my head to add a little sideway motion while I bobbed up and down. He didn’t like the feel of that, and just preferred me bobbing up and down. He used his hand to fight the turns of my head. His big hand and thick thumb gripped my forehead to pull me to and from his dick.

    “That’s that shit boy. Wet that dick up,” he demanded.

    I moaned and slurped. His precum had a seducing flavor that seemed to be rare with guys that were on the chatline. It had a semi-sweet taste that made this experience even more enjoyable- sucking on his dark caramel lollipop.

    Nolla held my head down at the base of his dick to the point that I began to choke, and he wouldn’t let me up.

    “Come on nigga, gimme that shit,” he said, clearly having a goal in this act that he’d taken on.

    I began to cough, and along with the cough came a wave of spit that shot down the shaft of Nolla’s dick.

    “Wheewwwww shit, nigga,” Nolla howled. “That’s exactly what the fuck I wanted. Made my dick wet as a mothafucka.”

    He released his grip on my head and let me come up for a breath. I gasped due to the breathlessness that I’d just suffered from. While I took that 5 second break, Nolla actually sank down in his seat. Presenting his ass and his balls to me next. I caught the hint, but wasn’t exactly eager to jump to it after what had just happened. After noticing that I was taking too long, he waved his index finger at me bidding me closer.

    “Come on back here, bitch,” he said, stroking his dick with the natural lube that had dispersed from my body. “You agreed to give me yo’ mouth, now gimme yo’ fuckin’ mouth nigga.”

    He was right; I did agree to do that.

    I crawled back to him and put my head right back in between his legs. This time the mission was different. He wanted to get ate out, and I was a bit happier to do that. From when I was sucking his dick, I could tell that he had showered since he’d gotten home from work because the scent of his body was fresh. I lifted up his nut sack and kissed his hole first. I stared up from him, and the image was so sexy. Seeing this incredibly sexy, masculine male seated with his legs open and asshole spread as he jacked his dick. Sweat had started to accumulate on his forehead and his dreads hung over his face. I went back in for the kill. I tongued his hole with my eyes closed. My nose buried itself in the manly aroma that his balls still carried.

    “Yeah boy… ssss,” he hissed, as he gently beat his dick. “Get all over that asshole, nigga. Make that shit just as wet as my dick bitch.”

    I lapped over his hole repeatedly, letting the full taste of his raw hole linger all over my tongue. I started rubbing my own dick while I did this.

    And Nolla was on the verge of being turned out. Kobe had just dunked on the screen, but Nolla wasn’t even paying attention to the game anymore. He was concentrating on having his body especially cleaned in a tongue bath from me. He pulled my head into him. His legs remained lifted over my shoulders, but his arms reached through and held me close. The fingers of his hands interlocked behind my neck. He held me close and enjoyed my tongue licking, sticking, spitting, darting and whipping at his manhole. When I looked up at his face again, I could see his lips puckering up as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. He whimpered.

    “Fuck nigga, eat that hole.”

    I turned my head to the side and flicked my tongue up and down repeatedly. It bounced from cheek to cheek and fluttered over his hole each time it bounced. Nolla liked the feeling that this gave him. He whimpered even more. It seemed that maybe the thug act was a bit of a façade on him too, as now his moans were considerably higher pitched.

    “Eat that asshole nigga. Eat that asshole out, shit!”

    I turned my game up a notch. I held Nolla’s legs apart so the crack of his ass actually split apart too. His hole was in full view. My tongue was gonna make Nolla’s boi pussy hole it’s bitch. My tongue had this little anchoring hook in the way it was bent. When I lowered my face, my tongue came out of Nolla’s ass, my head circulated, so that basically this nigga was riding my entire face like I was trying to war paint myself with his sent. My nose rubbed against his now wet hole, and it bounced over my nostrils. My head continued its circular motion, so now his asshole was at the other side of my mouth and it dropped as low as to my chin. After lifting, and hooking my tongue back into his ass, I simply repeated the procedure.

    “Oh shit, you know how to do this shit, nigga. Do yo’ thing boy, eat this ass, nigga.”

    I continued rinsing my face with the spit from my mouth that I’d laid up against Nolla’s steaming hole. Ole boy was hot. His asshole had been teased to a point that he was begging me to get deeper. I made my tongue stiff and forced it in and out of his hole, the entryway rode my tastebuds as they passed in and out.

    “Tongue fuck that shit, nigga, come on,” he egged me on.

    I did just that. I even tilted my head to the other side and let my tongue bounce from cheek to cheek like I did before. He thoroughly approved.

    “Fuck–that–shit–nigga,” he said. He was still beating his dick with the use of my spit as a lubricant. His legs wide and his ass raped by my thriving tongue. The situation had made me so horny that I was dripping precum and I’d barely touched my dick at all yet. I started to rub it more while my tongue encircled Nolla’s hot rim. He had this tiny patch of hair that was around his asshole too. I nibbled at that for a second but went right on for the hole. My tongue flipped above and below it. Nolla was officially turned out. The next words that he said changed the game even further.

    “Fuck me, nigga!” he yelled. I knew what he meant, but to be honest, I wanted a tiny bit of revenge for him choking me earlier. He meant he wanted for my tongue to keep stroking him, But I was horny, and decided to follow the literal meaning of the comment. My tongue worked up his balls to keep him distracted, but soon the distraction wasn’t enough. My dick was about the same length as Nolla’s, maybe even a half an inch shorter, but it suddenly thrust into Nolla and he yelled something horrible.

    “Awww, fuck nigga!” His face completely changed from that turned on state and went into a pissed off area.

    “Yo, chill out, chill out,” I calmed him down. Only the head of my dick was in him and truthfully that’s all I wanted in him at this time.

    “Shit nigga, what the fuck you doin?”

    “Chill, man. I know what I’m doing.” I held his arms down to keep one of them from hopping up and punching me in the face while I tried to talk him into doing this.

    “I said you wasn’t fuckin’ me nigga! I’m a top!”

    “Just relax. Calm down, alright?”

    He still had a fire in his eyes. His chest expanded and collapsed violently with his deep breaths.

    “Ok,” he agreed.

    I gently withdrew from him. I was only going to fuck him with the first 3 inches of my dick. The other half, I kept on the outside and massaged with my hand. He hissed.

    “Shit, nigga, you better know what you doin.”

    “I do.” I let my dick slide past his anal passage. His dick never even morphed from its solid state, proof that he was to turned on to care that a dickhead had pierced his ass or that he was nobody’s top.

    “Ssssss….. Ahh,” he groaned, trying to really sell the storyline that he was getting fucked for the first time.

    “Yeah nigga, open that shit up.”

    “I’m tryin’ nigga. You feel how tight that shit is?”

    “Yeah,” I indulged him. “This shit is tight as fuck.”

    “Fuck- that dick is big nigga.” Nolla’s still cranking his dick like the joy stick that is. “Ssss.. ah, fuck that shit nigga.”

    “For real?” I asked him.

    “Sss… yeah nigga, fuck that shit up.”

    A “top” wouldn’t be ready for that so easily, but I didn’t care anymore. I had the warm feeling of his bodyheat surrounding my dick along with a wetness that had formed which was combination of my spit, his sweat and my precum. And I was in this nigga raw. The shit felt so good. I braced myself over him, and began attack on his asshole.

    “Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h sh-i-i-i-i-t,” he said, stuttering from my dick piercing him and causing multiple breaks in his words. “Fuck that shit, nigga!”

    “Give that shit up nigga! Let me up in that virgin pussy.”

    “Aww fuck!”

    Nolla start gripping my dick with his ass. It flexed with such a grip that I’d began thinking that maybe he was a virgin. Either the way, the dick had just split his ass open and was bustin off that milk deep inside him. The thug nigga had a load of my dna coating his intestines as he was shooting his own load up his chest.

    “Ay pa, fuck.”

    After I nutted I kept going slowly, just to ensure that he got his rocks off in full. He hissed when the dick had completely dispersed. It’d began to go limp. I gently eased myself out of him.

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  • What Now?

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    Steven’s POV:

     

    Alright, I admit I might not be as straight as I thought.

    I might be a little gay… maybe.

    Or bisexual. Yeah, I’m probably bi.

    It’s this stupid Ian who’s messing with my head. That’s totally what it is.

    ‘You just think about it alright? I’ll see you after school.’

    That’s what he said at lunch after he gave me mind-blowing head and practically told me I could do whatever I wanted to him – even fuck him – without expecting anything in return. I think it was that submissiveness that did me in, besides the fact that he was smoking hot.

    The idea of this small, sexy, energetic little boy with an attitude giving me complete power over his body was the nail in the coffin of my straightness. The only thing that came even close to making me as hot as that one sentence from Ian were the times I would make out with Danny, and that – the fact that my top two sexual fantasies were of guys – was what destroyed the idea I’d been holding on to that I was just experimenting.

    Oh, and than first blowjob that got me here in the first place. Also from a guy. Fuck!

    I might be a stubborn guy, but I’m not stupid, and I’m not one to lie to myself – anymore. Am I gay? I don’t know. Am I straight? Not completely. For now, all I know is I haven’t been paying attention to anything my teacher has been saying all period and the bell just rang.

    Ian should be waiting for me at the bus stop.

     

    * * *

     

    I walked out of my classroom and the first thing I saw was Ian. I’d meant to go find him, but he was already there waiting for me outside the classroom. For some reason, this gave me a warm feeling in my chest – he was as eager about this as I was.

    “Hey,” he said, trying to play cool. I could see the excitement in his pretty eyes.

    “Hey,” I said back, moving aside so people could get out of the classroom. “You were waiting for me?” I couldn’t keep the smile off my voice, or off my face.

    “Get over yourself,” he said, again playing it cool, but he was smiling too. “My teacher let us out early, and I just thought it would be more convenient if you didn’t have to look for me. It saves time, so we don’t miss the bus again.” His red bangs had dropped onto his forehead and he flipped them back with his hand. It was sexy.

    “And this had nothing to do with you being excited to see me?” I teased. He smiled.

    “Fuck you,” he playfully said, and we both smiled like idiots. “Anyway,” he said, breaking the tension that had started to form around us. “I was wondering if maybe you wanna ride the bus with me and come to my house? My mom’s not home, so we could talk about how this thing is gonna play out, you know?”

    “Yeah,” I said quickly. “Sure.” He smiled, pleased with himself that he had sounded cool and calm while I was so eager. I blushed, and that of course made him smile even bigger.

    We both got on the bus, and he put on his earphones while I sat next to him and pulled out my phone. I sent a quick text to my mom telling her I was going to a girl’s house so I’d be home later, and she texted me back, asking if it was the girl. I sighed and texted back a simple yes.

    After Jake punched me on the nose last Thursday, I had to come up with something to tell my parents, cause I sure as fuck wasn’t gonna tell them my gay ex-boyfriend’s new boyfriend had hit me for yelling at said ex-boyfriend. I ended up telling them a guy had tried to put the moves on a girl who clearly didn’t want it and I got into a fight with the guy to defend her honor.

    They ate it up.

    Not only did it make me sound straight, in their eyes I was a fucking gentleman. And now my mom thought I was going to this girl’s house.

    Whatever.

     

    * * *

     

    Ian got off the bus at his usual stop and motioned for me to follow him. We walked a few blocks to his house, and I noticed he lived in a not-so-nice part of town. He took his keys out of his jeans pocket as soon as we got off the bus and put them between his fingers as girls are taught to do to defend themselves against rapists.

    “What are you doing?” I asked. He looked at me like I was stupid.

    “Do you have any idea what it’s like to be this small and gay in a neighborhood like this? I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve been mugged.”

    I felt sick to my stomach.

    Poor little skinny Ian walking to his house every day worrying he’s gonna get assaulted. I wondered if he’d ever been beaten.

    I hoped not.

    “It’s okay,” I told him in a low voice. “I’m here, no one’s gonna jump you.”

    He looked up at me with a blank stare for a few seconds, before lowering his gaze and whispering, “thanks.” Then he kept walking.

    We reached his house, and the first thing I noticed was how small it was – much smaller than mine, that’s for sure. He unlocked the door with his keys, and as soon as we were in, he shut the door, locked it, and I could see his whole body relax. I felt sick again, wondering if this was what he went through every day.

    He led me through a hallway towards the back of the house (it was only one story) where his room was, and once we were there, he threw his backpack onto his desk and slumped into the bed. I stood stiffly by the door, not knowing what to do.

    “Hey,” he said, tapping the mattress next to him. “Come here.” He looked awfully at ease, considering how scared he’d just been when walking from the bus stop.

    I took a deep breath and laid my backpack next to his before joining him on the bed. I sat on the edge, leaving space between us, but Ian closed the distance and put his hand on my thigh.

    “Relax,” he said, squeezing my leg, which made my dick get a little hard.

    “I’m sorry,” I said, “I’m just nervous.”

    “You’ve got nothing to be nervous about,” he assured me.

    I nodded. “So… what did we have to talk about?”

    Ian smirked, before getting up and straddling me, grabbing my face with both his hands. “I think we both know you didn’t come here to talk.”

    Then he kissed me.

    As soon as our lips made contact, he opened his mouth, and next thing I knew, our tongues were intertwined and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. He started grinding on me, and I grabbed hold of his slim hips. Even though I’d done this with Danny for two months straight, it was never this intense, ’cause I could tell he wasn’t really into it. Danny seemed to be with me simply because he liked the idea of having a boyfriend, but Ian was kissing me like he wanted to swallow me whole.

    I’d never been harder in my entire life.

    Suddenly Ian pulled back. “Fuck!” he said, with wide eyes, “you’re a good kisser!”

    I chuckled. “Well, two months of doing nothing but that will give you practice.” He looked at me funny, and I remember he had no idea what I was talking about, since all he knew about me and Danny was what I’d said at the party.

    He didn’t seem to care, though, ’cause he pulled off his shirt, revealing his slender torso, pale, smooth and beautiful, then pushed me back onto the bed and went back to kissing me deeply.

    I pulled back briefly to take my shirt off as well, and we kept kissing as Ian felt up my chest and abs as I ran my hands up and down his back, feeling every inch of his exposed smooth, silky skin as he started whimpering. He was firmly sitting on my lap, grinding his hips into my hard on, before abruptly pulling back again.

    “What’s wrong?” I asked, out of breath.

    “This is too much!” he said. “We gotta slow down.” I nodded, gasping for breath. I was disappointed, but he was right, if we kept going, I’d cum too fast.

    Then he scooted back a little until he was sitting on my thighs instead of my lap, and he started unbuckling my belt.

    “What are you doing?” I asked.

    He looked up at me from under his bangs, but continued his efforts, now pulling down the zipper on my jeans. “What does it look like?” he asked, pulling down the front of my underwear.

    “Shit,” I whispered. “Is this your idea of slowing down?”

    He chuckled. “I meant for me. You can still cum.” He pulled my straining dick out and kneeled on the floor in front of me. He tugged at my pants and I raised my butt off the bed so he could pull them all the way down to my ankles. Without further notice, he took hold of my dick and dove down on it.

    I let out a long moan, but I forced myself to open my eyes and sit up. I had to see this.

    Ian seemed to be transfixed, eyes closed and bobbing up and down on my dick with his red bangs covering his face as he caressed my naked thigh with his free hand. It was a fucking hot sight, but I wanted to see his pretty face, so I brushed the hair away with one hand, and I kept it there at the back of his head so it wouldn’t fall again.

    Then he opened his eyes and they made contact with mine, and as corny as it might sound, I felt butterflies in my stomach. There was just something about seeing this beautiful boy with hazel eyes drooling on my dick that pulled me in. Looking at him, still sucking me off and making sweet whimpering sounds while he held eye contact with me, I started to feel weird things in my chest. Things I’d only felt with Danny before.

    Suddenly I had a flashback to when I was back in Malibu and I was in the same exact position. The guy that’d sucked me off that time was one of my neighbors. I’d known him for years, and I’d always suspected he was gay – he was short, skinny and nerdy, but that wasn’t why I thought he might be into guys. We used to play together, along with all the other neighbor kids when we were younger, but as we got older, he started becoming shy and started looking at me funny whenever he thought I wasn’t looking, especially once I turned fifteen and started working out.

    Also, whenever my friends and I went to the beach, I’d notice him sitting by himself, pretending to read a book while he was clearly checking us out. Then one day when we were already eighteen, I was mowing the lawn in my front yard shirtless, like I usually did, and I noticed this same guy – his name was Jamie – went out into his front yard as well to take out the trash. His house was just across the street from mine, and he’d already dumped the trash, but he was still standing there, just looking at me with longing in his eyes. Suddenly he realized I’d seen him watching me, and he got a panicked look on his face as he obviously debated whether or not to flee in terror.

    I don’t know why, but I felt a need to soothe the kid, so I waved at him, and he blushed, but he shyly waved back.

    “Hey,” I called out, “how you doing?” I don’t know why I was being friendly. I barely ever talked to him anymore.

    “I’m good,” he said in his small, timid voice. “How are you?”

    “Doing well,” I responded, “but it’s kinda hot out here. I was actually thinking about taking a break and going in for something to drink. Wanna join me?” Again, I don’t know why I did that, I guess I just felt sorry for him – the kid needed a friend, I figured.

    His eyes lit up like a Christmas tree, and he eagerly nodded. “Sure!” he squeaked, and all but skipped across the street to my front porch. His eagerness was endearing.

    As you can probably already tell, that ended up with my dick down his throat and my mom walking in on us, Jamie running away in fear and my parents and I moving out of Malibu and to stupid Escondido. What’s even worse, though, was my mom wasn’t satisfied with ruining my life by taking me away from all my surroundings and friends – she also felt the need to ruin Jamie’s life. Right before we left our house and moved away, she went to his house and told his parents everything she saw. I never got to find out how that went for poor Jamie.

    Anyway, back to the moment.

    As I was thinking things couldn’t get any better, Ian suddenly pulled off with a loud pop and asked me a question that almost made me cum then and there.

    “You ever fucked a guy before?” he asked out of breath, still running his delicate hands up and down my thighs.

    Was he asking me if I wanted to fuck him? Right now?!

    “Uh…” I stammered. “N-no…”

    “That’s okay,” he said, wiping his mouth of his own saliva and my precum with the back of his hand. “It’s just like fucking a girl – not that I ever have, but I’ve had guys tell me that.” It made me wonder how many ‘straight’ guys he’d had sex with.

    “Well…” I said, blushing, “I’ve never fucked a girl before, so…”

    Ian’s eyes went wide. “Are you serious? You’re a virgin?” I blushed in silence. He let out a snort. “Wow! A guy like you? A virgin at 18? That just doesn’t happen. It must be my lucky day!”

    “What?” I asked, surprised, “you mean you still wanna…?”

    “Fuck yeah!” he said, looking even more excited than before. “I’ll be your first. I mean, if you want, of course. I offered to help you out, didn’t I?”

    I chuckled. This boy was crazy, and I loved it. “Sure.” I was smiling, and he was too.

    “In light of recent events, I have to change plans a little bit, but that’s alright,” he said, getting up and walking over to his nightstand.

    “What do you mean?” I asked.

    “Well,” he said, fetching a bottle of lube and a condom from the top drawer. “You seem to me like the type of guy to take charge, you know, hold me down, fuck me hard, but you’re a virgin, so it might take you a little bit to get there. That’s fine, I can teach you but you better learn quick, ’cause I like a man that takes charge, you hear me?” He said all this so nonchalantly I couldn’t help but smile as I listened to him and slowly jerked my dick up and down.

    “Whatever you say, Ian.”

    He smiled and started taking the rest of his clothes off. I did the same.

    We were both naked in less than a minute, and I was left sitting on the bed with my mouth hanging open. I’d thought Ian was a little skinny kid with a pretty face, but watching him stand there naked with a bottle of lube in his hand, I was mesmerized.

    He was gorgeous.

    His clothes certainly didn’t pay any justice to how defined and toned his little body was, or how gorgeous his legs were, thin but perfectly proportioned. I didn’t get to find out what his real hair color was, though, since his entire body was shaved smooth.

    Noticing I was admiring the view, Ian did a little twirl for me, and I groaned at the sight of his perky little ass. He chuckled. “Thanks.”

    “I didn’t say anything,” I replied, jerking a little faster.

    “You didn’t need to,” he said cockily. “Besides, I think you’re fucking hot too.” I smiled, and he came over and gave me a lingering kiss, before getting up on the bed and slumping down right in the middle of it on his back. “Alright,” he announced. “Foreplay is kind of a big deal for me, but since you’ve never prepared anyone before and you’d probably be really bad at it, I’ll do it myself, so you just watch.” I frowned, slightly insulted. “What? It’s true, but don’t worry, I’ll teach you next time.”

    Alright, I thought, there’s gonna be a next time.

    Ian popped the bottle of lube open and poured some lube on two of his fingers, before opening his legs and flashing me a drool-worthy view of his pink, hairless hole. I turned to face him and got on my knees on the bed, still jerking my dick.

    Then his fingers were on his hole, circling it, lubing it up, and then one of them started sliding in, first the tip, then up to the first knuckle, then the second, then the whole finger was in. He started slowly sliding it in and out. I was transfixed, watching this sexy little boy fingering himself in preparation for my cock. I was panting like a dog.

    “Steven?” Ian asked, pulling me out of my trance. I looked up to his face and found him smirking. “Are you alright?”

    “Yeah.” I croaked out. My voice sounded so raspy, and … hungry. I was hungry for him. I started jerking off faster.

    Ian added another finger to his pretty hole, and once they were both easily sliding in and out, he started a scissoring motion, opening up his hole slowly. My hand was a blur on my cock.

    “Oh, shit,” I panted. “I think I’m gonna cum!”

    Ian rolled his eyes and pulled his fingers out of his ass. “I knew it,” I heard him mutter under his breath before diving down and swallowing my dick.

    “Fuck!” I groaned. “Ian, stop, I wanna cum while I’m fucking you.”

    He pulled off but his hand kept jerking me. “You won’t last a minute. I’m gonna make you cum to take the edge off. I’m assuming you can get hard again?”

    “If you keep fingering yourself, then fuck yeah!”

    He smiled.

    “Good. Now give it to me.” He dove down on my dick again, and I felt my orgasm climbing.

    I remembered he said he liked a guy taking charge, so I grabbed the back of his head and pushed him a little further down on my dick as I started thrusting into his mouth slightly. He was stunned at first and stopped sucking, but then he seemed to like it, ’cause he redoubled his efforts and started sucking my dick like a vacuum.

    No more than a minute later, my dick exploded and I filled Ian’s mouth with my cum. He wasted no time swallowing it all as soon as it came out, and once he had me clean, he pulled off and smiled up at me. “Wow,” he panted, “you really are a quick learner. That’s good. Now, where were we?” Then he flopped back onto the bed and brought his lubed fingers to his ass again, but before he put them in, I decided since he liked me taking charge before, I might as well try again.

    I pushed his hand away, and without a word took the bottle of lube, pouring some onto two of my fingers. Ian eyed me quizzically, and when he realized what I intended, he smiled his sexy smile. “I’m impressed,” he said, trying to be funny, but I knew he really meant it.

    I thought of just jamming both my fingers in, since he’d had two in there himself, but I changed my mind at the last second, figuring my fingers were way bigger that his, so I brought only one finger against his delicious-looking pink rosebud and pressed gently.

    Ian moaned, and so did I. My dick never actually went down, but even if it had, it would’ve come back to life from that feeling alone.

    Touching another boy’s hole would’ve been unfathomable just two months before, but now not only was I willingly doing it, I was enjoying the fuck out of it. It was completely hairless, pink and wrinkly, but surprisingly attractive, at least to me, and just the feel of its wrinkled exterior was sending shots of electricity all over my body. Then Ian moaned again, and he flexed his hole, then relaxed it and flexed it again. “Come on,” he said in a needy voice, “you were doing so well, what happened? Put it in already.” I took a deep breath, and literally plunged in. “Ughn!!!” moaned Ian.

    “Oh fuck!” I whispered. The feel of his soft, warm insides wrapped around my finger was amazing – it was everything I’d always imagined it would feel, except in my fantasies it was Danny I was fingering.

    I started slowly sliding my finger in and out of his warm tunnel as I’d seen him do to himself, and then as he relaxed his hole, I realized I needed to stretch him out properly. My dick was a lot bigger than my finger.

    “Ian?”

    “Yeah?” he asked, head thrown back against his pillow with his eyes closed.

    “Can I add another finger?”

    He started laughing. “Steven,” he said, straining his head up to look at me, suddenly serious, “you’re about to put your dick in me – you could literally do anything you want to me right now and I wouldn’t complain.”

    His words made me so horny I seriously considered just shoving my dick in and starting to rabbit-fuck him then and there, but I held back – barely. Instead, I added a second finger and started scissoring them like he had, and that sent Ian into a stream of ‘fuck’s, ‘yeah’s and ‘oh, fuck yeah’s.

    I was feeling confident, so I started adding a third finger, but Ian huffed. “Come on,” he panted, “don’t flatter yourself, you’re not that big.”

    I chuckled. It was nice to know even when he was in the throes of passion, he still had that attitude. That was fine, I was feeling good and he was making me feel powerful, so I went with it.

    “You sure about that, buddy?” I asked, taking my dick in my hand and slapping the head against his hole a few times. “Don’t want you complaining later.”

    “Holy shit!” he muttered, I’m not sure if it was because of my new dominant attitude or my dick against his hole. Either way, his hole opened right up like a budding rose, and I started slipping the head in.

    “Stop!” Ian yelled all of a sudden.

    I was paralyzed with fear. What the fuck had I done wrong?! I was sure he was loose enough, he clearly wanted it – I was dying for it – and he’d been the one to initiate it.

    “What’s wrong?”

    “Put on a condom, you shithead!” he hissed, his gorgeous hazel eyes intense with… frustration?

    I chuckled. “Right. Sorry – got carried away, I guess.” I quickly fetched the condom from where he’d dumped it on the bed earlier. I ripped the wrapper open, and quickly put it over the head of my dick. I started rolling it down, but Ian let out a frustrated sigh and pulled it off.

    “You clearly haven’t done this before,” he hissed, taking over. He held the tip with his fingers and rolled down the rest quickly. He clearly had done it before. It caused a surprising pang of jealousy in me, wondering how many guy’s dicks he’d put condoms on before they fucked him. It only made me want to do better – to be his best. “Alright – there!” he said, giving me a condescending look.

    “Calm down, man,” I said. “I did say I hadn’t done it before.”

    His eyes softened. His pretty, pretty eyes. “You’re right, sorry.” He smiled shyly and gave me a sweet peck on the lips. “Okay,” he said, leaning back, “now fuck me, you stud.”

    Stud? Fuck yeah! He made me feel like such a man.

    “Hold on,” I said, “didn’t you say you were taking charge since it was my first time?”

    “I changed my mind,” he said, running one hand up and down my abs and the other holding my dick, making sure I stayed hard. No worries there. “You’re doing so well I’m sure you’ll be great. It’s like second nature to guys like you. Now come on, I’m not used to begging. I’m usually the one guys beg for – now fuck me.”

    I chuckled. “Alright, then. Get ready for the best dick you’ve ever had.”

    He started laughing. “Yeah, righ – ugh!” He didn’t get to finish, ’cause in that moment I slid my latex-covered dick more than half way inside his ass. “Motherfucker!” he screamed. “You idiot! Slow down!”

    Fuck. “I’m sorry! Sorry! Should I pull out?”

    “No!” He panted, eyes closed and both hands fisting the sheets. “Just stay there for a second.”

    I stayed completely still, fearing I’d screwed everything up and he’d never let me fuck him again. His ass felt so wonderful around my dick, so hot, so tight, and the spasming was like a really tight massage on my aching shaft. It was utter bliss, and it was threatening to make me cum already, but knowing I’d unintentionally hurt him made my hard-on wane a little.

    “I’m so sorry,” I tried again. “You were so open, I thought…”

    “Yeah, I know,” he said, eyes still closed, but at least he wasn’t frowning anymore. “I should’ve told you. You need to go slow, especially when you have a dick as big as yours, but it’s fine, the pain’s gone. I just feel really full. Give me a little more.” Glad I hadn’t caused real damage, and to be honest kind of flattered, I started – slowly – sliding more of my dick into his sexy ass.

    “Ugh… mhm… like that?” I asked hoarsely.

    “Yeah,” he panted. “Like that.” Then I felt the head of my dick slide against something spongy, but kind of hard, and it made Ian’s eyes fly open. “Oh fuck yeah! Just like that!”

    Holy shit, I thought, I just found his prostate! I didn’t need him to tell me I was doing good anymore – his moans were doing that for him.

    “Oh, yeah,” he whimpered in my ear, clawing at my back and pulling at my hair. “Oh, my god, yesss!” He was throwing his head back, moaning and whimpering into my ear, kissing my neck, pulling my face into his and kissing me like a wife kisses a soldier when he comes home, sending my ego into outer space.

    I’m such an idiot, I thought. I can’t believe I waited this long.

    Why the fuck had I not done this before?! If I’d known it’d be this amazing, I would’ve done it years ago, when I had my first crush on my best bud back in Malibu when we both started lifting weights together. With Jamie – I would’ve kissed him like I’d wanted to when he was blowing me, I would’ve stripped him naked and fucked him right there on my bed. I wouldn’t have cared if my mom had walked in on us. I would’ve done it with Danny when we were dating.

    God… Danny.

    I wished I could’ve fucked Danny. I would’ve been good to him – even better than stupid Jake – stupid, manly, sexy Jake.

    Maybe I would’ve fucked Jake too.

    But this was no time to think about what could’ve been. I was fucking Ian, and there was nothing short of amazing about him – he was a little sex animal. And he was gonna make me cum.

    Right fucking now.

    I picked up my pace, making my hips slap soundly against Ian’s ass, and his cries became even louder.

    “Oh, god!” He whimpered. “I knew you’d be amazing!”

    That sent me over the edge, and I groaned as I ground my hips hard against him and shot my load into the condom.

    Ian brought his hand between us and started jerking off furiously, and in less than a minute he painted both our stomachs with his cum.

     

    * * *

     

    Five minutes later, both Ian and I had cleaned up, and we were sitting on his bed facing each other, him in his underwear and me fully dressed.

    “Well,” I said, “that was…” I trailed off. I had no idea why I felt so awkward around him now.

    Ian chuckled.

    “Look, Steven, it doesn’t have to be weird, alright? Like I said, I’m just helping you out, I’m not gonna date a guy in the closet, and I don’t think you want to date me either. We barely know each other. This is just fun, and if it helps you figure out what you want then that’s awesome, but I understand if you need a little time to think after this. You did just have sex with a guy for the first time after all.”

    “Yeah,” I said, nodding. He was right, my mind was reeling – I needed time to think, not only about what we’d just done, but what it meant for me. I didn’t know what to say.

    Ian scooted closer to me on the bed and put an arm around me. “Hey,” he said, making me look at him. “I just want you to know there’s no pressure coming from me, okay? We can do this again sometime if you want, or it can be a onetime thing – your choice. But even if you decide not to do it again, we can be friends. I’ll be glad to help you out while you figure this out. I’ll be the friend I wish I’d had when I came out. Sound good?”

    I smiled and nodded.

    “Yeah. Thank you, Ian. Really.”

    “Don’t mention it.”

    He walked me to the door and I went home. I had to walk quite a bit, since I’d gotten here on the school bus, and I had no idea where to get a city bus from there, but in a way it was good – it gave me time to think, which I did.

    I’m not a virgin anymore, I thought. I just had sex for the first time – with a guy.

    It was a weird thought, but in a way… it made sense. I’d always known I wasn’t into girls the way my friends were. I didn’t fantasize and jerk off to them like they kept going on and on about, and the few times I’d actually made out with girls I hadn’t been into it, and neither had my dick. I’d apologize and tell them I was tired, or drunk, if the situation allowed for it, and I tried to convince myself that it was true, but deep down I’d always known there’s was more to it than that.

    Jamie opened my eyes.

    Every time I’d think back to that blowjob, I tried to make myself believe he’d come on to me and I’d let him suck me off ’cause I was a horny kid like everyone my age and there wasn’t a girl around, but now that the truth was out – at least in my head – I could admit that I had seduced Jamie, and not the other way around. He was just a little shy gay boy pining for the football player across the street. He’d never intended to even attempt to go beyond that, but I had been the one to invite him into my house that day. I had been the one acting differently – way too friendly, flirtatious even, and loving the attention he gave to my body. He had been the one that got on his knees and pulled my shorts down, but only after I’d made it abundantly clear that I wanted it.

    As I turned into my street and saw my house, I wondered what would’ve happened if my mom hadn’t come home early that day. What if Jamie had finished what he’d started? What if I’d kissed him like I so desperately wanted to? What if I’d fucked him that day?

    What if?

    Oh well, I thought as I stopped in front of my door and pulled out my keys, what’s done is done. All I can do now is try to do better, starting with not lying to myself anymore.

    I had to admit who I was and what I wanted, and I needed to let go of the past before I could do that. I had to let go of what happened with Jamie, what my parents thought they knew, and I especially had to let go of Danny.

    He wasn’t mine and he never had been.

    I climbed up the stairs, and once I got in my room, I ripped my backpack open and pulled out my binder, turning onto a blank page.

    I’d heard a guy say on TV once that when you had something hard you were dealing with and didn’t know what to do, it helped to write it down and say it out loud. It put things into perspective, and it made it real in your brain.

    Taking a pen with a shaky hand, I set my hand down on the paper and wrote down I’M GAY in big, capital letters.

    I didn’t feel any different.

    I took a deep breath and swallowed hard. “I’m gay,” I whispered to myself.

    It felt weird.

    I looked around, half expecting my mom to pop her head in out of nowhere like she’d done that day.

    “I’m gay,” I repeated, with just a little more confidence.

    I waited a few seconds, and nothing happened, so I said it again.

    “I’m gay.”

    I took a pause, and then I did it again.

    “I’m gay.”

    And again.

    “I’m gay.”

    I realized it was working. The more I said it, the easier it came out, and the more real it became.

    “I’M GAY!!!” I screamed into my empty room.

    Nothing happened, and then I started laughing hysterically.

    How stupid, I thought.

    I’d been so terrified of admitting it to myself for so long that in my mind it’d become this huge deal, and now that I’d actually said the words, nothing had actually happened. The earth hadn’t stopped spinning, the birds outside my room hadn’t stopped chirping, my parents hadn’t freaked out and thrown me out. Absolutely nothing had happened, yet at the same time, a major thing had happened – I’d accepted myself for who I was.

    It actually made me feel better – more in control of my own mind and life, now that I wasn’t lying. At least not to myself.

    I ripped the page off, crumpled it up and threw it in the trash bin beside my desk. Then I sighed deeply and laid back on the bed with a huge grin on my face.

    I knew I was a long way before actually coming out to other people, but for the moment I was happy. I wasn’t a virgin anymore – I’d just had sex for the first time with a gorgeous boy who asked for nothing but to be my friend and for the first time in forever, I was at peace with myself.

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  • Porn War

    The song “Kisses Sweeter than Wine” sprang to my mind, because that was what his kisses were. As far as I could tell in the dimly lit Blue Moon resort hotel room in Las Vegas, he was a young hunk, no older than I was. Most of the men in the room were older, a few probably twice or more my age. None were complete throwaways, but he was prime among them. And he had latched on to me as soon as I’d entered the room, probably the last to arrive of eight or nine or twelve. It was that murky in the room. The rest of them already naked. Most of them already humping.

    We stood, rocking together against each other in instant high heat, and kissing–those sweeter-than-wine kisses–as he pulled my clothes off me. We all wore face masks, which, along with the dimness in the room, supposedly would make it difficult to identify each other during the meetings of the conclave the next day when we were clothed–but surely not impossible.

    He certainly couldn’t hide his mop of blond hair or his magnificent build or his extra-long cock completely even in clothes in the light of day in a Las Vegas hotel meeting room. And if he touched or kissed me again, I’m sure I would know it was him.

    I could recognize Marty Doans without any trouble. Muscle solid, but a bit squat, nearly bald, and bordering on pudgy–and very, very hairy. I could identify him primarily, even with a face mask, because he obviously was holding court. I’d never seen him naked before, and although I’d heard about him having a super-thick cock, I couldn’t see this now. He was sitting on the side of a bed, one of two queen beds in the room, with another man kneeling between his knees and servicing his cock. Which is why I couldn’t see it. Two men were on the bed behind him, fucking, and Marty had a cigar in one hand and three or four fingers of his other hand up the ass of the man doing the fucking behind him.

    Marty was the organizer of the conclave and a big-name publisher of pornographic e-books. You got your books under his gay male imprint and you could quit your day job.

    My books were under his imprint, and I’d never had to have a day job.

    So, yes, I knew Marty, of all the guys in this room, even with the mask on. And I also knew the squirrelly little guy who came with Marty, Peter Knoles, who, though obviously wanting some of what others were getting, was nervously flitting around the room from coupling to coupling, but pulling back almost immediately because Marty wanted something or Peter was afraid Marty would want something and someone other than Peter would supply it. Last I saw of him on this night, he was standing at the wall trying to adjust the temperature because Marty complained about it being too hot in here.

    Of course it was hot in here with a dozen or so guys in high heat.

    I didn’t know whose room this was. Probably either Marty’s or Peter’s. The invitation delivered under my door shortly after I checked in earlier that afternoon just said, “If you’re really a player, and we’re not talking cards, there will be more of this in Room 103 at 11:00 p.m.” The invitation had included a fifty-dollar bill.

    The sweeter-than-wine hunk had me straddling him on the bed Marty wasn’t using himself. The hunk was on his back, my knees were buried in his pits, and I was arched back, grabbing an ankle with one hand and his cock with my fist, while he sucked me and I slowly face-fucked him. He lifted my torso to vertical after a period of good moaning and servicing, raised my hips a bit more, and brought them forward so that his mouth and tongue could get to my asshole. The underside of my cock was thumping on his forehead and he was bringing me to a boil so fast I hoped I wasn’t going to be leaving anything sticky in his wavy blond hair.

    He’d already asked me if I took cock or gave it, and my answer of “both, but more of the taking,” had pleased him immensely. I knew then that I was going to be fucked by a long cock. In truth, from the atmosphere of the room, I knew I was going to be fucked by more than one. By Marty, for sure, if this was his party. He’d asked me for it before, in New York, but I’d never given it.I’d always managed to fend him off with a plausible excuse. I sure was going to be giving it tonight.

    Didn’t matter to me tonight. I was walking along the edge on a vodka high already, and I didn’t mind doing research for my books and being gifted with new plotlines.

    I went to arch my back again, but couldn’t, because I realized that there was a chest behind me, a chest obviously sporting a studded leather harness. And two beefy, hairy arms encircling me, one holding me in place and the other possessing my cock, slick from the attentions of the sweeter-than-wine hunk.The new arrival had leather bands with studs on them on his wrists, and his arms were tattooed. The hard cock at the small of my back wasn’t anything to sniff at.

    Between the hunk working my ass with his tongue and the leatherman working my cock with his fist, it wasn’t long before I gave the hunk a facial. Sorry about the hair, I thought. A protein shampoo. My ejaculation signaled the leatherman to move me back and set me on the hunk’s long, curved cock–it took an eternity for me to slide down that pole–and then he moved around to kneel over the hunk’s face and receive attention for his own ass and for me to bend down and suck his cock. He didn’t take that position for very long, though. He moved back to behind me, embraced me with one arm, and stuck a popper under my nose with his other hand.

    “Inhale this good,” a growly voice whispered in my ear. “You’re gonna want it. We’re gonna go for a DP here.”

    I moaned and inhaled. I kept right on inhaling–and moaning and groaning–as the leatherman slowly worked his cock in on top of the one the hunk already had buried inside me. The hunk held still with his while the leatherman began to slow pump me. They came almost simultaneously inside me.

    My world was spinning from the popper, so I didn’t much care or feel very much pain. I did do a lot of groaning and grunting, though.

    I think I was only semiconscious, but I was awake enough to realize when the leatherman was pulling me off the hunk and carrying me over and setting me in Marty Doan’s lap, facing him, and on what I found was a very thick cock indeed.I just let my shoulder blades fall back onto the tops of his feet and my arms dangle on the carpeting beside me, as Marty began pulling me on and off his cock. The leatherman knelt down and gave me another pull on the popper before sliding his cock down my throat.

    I woke I have no idea how much later to the flush of a toilet in the bathroom off the hotel room. The lights were off in the room, but a weak glow of sun was coming in from around the edges of the curtains on the windows and the light was on in the bathroom. The bathroom door was open. I saw a naked, fat, hairy rump standing in front of the toilet. I heard a second flush.

    No one else was in the room. My arms were pulled above my head, my wrists bound to the headboard with restraints. My legs also were spread and restrained at the ankles, with leather leads running down to the bottom corners of the bed. The leads on the legs weren’t pulled tight. There were a couple of pillows under the small of my back, elevating my hips. And I saw a small collection of toys–dildos and beads–laying on the bed beside me. I had no idea if these had already been used or were waiting to be used.

    It all seemed familiar. I wondered if I’d written this scene before. My predecessor under my pen name, Brent, certainly had.

    As Marty walked out of the bathroom and toward me, he was adjusting a wide, studded leather band around the base of his cock. He also was stroking himself to an erection.

    “Hey, what’re you doing?” I asked.

    “Wrong question,” he muttered. “It should be what have we been doing? Good of you to join the party again. There for a while it was like fucking Raggedy Andy. Too bad you weren’t more awake. The part of you that was was enjoying it.”

    Without further ado, he hopped up on the bed, crouched in a half stand between my spread legs, and reached down and grasped my waist in strong hands. He pulled my pelvis up to his, shifting my weight onto my shoulder blades with my torso arcing down to the head of the bed. He thrust his thick, studded cock inside me and began to pump. Feeling no pain or even difficulty in taking his cock with added studs, I realized that my channel had been reamed well open, with no opportunity to tighten up again for however long I’d been in this room.

    Whatever.

    I turned my cheek to the side and moaned. He was fucking me good. I just wouldn’t look directly at the gnome he appeared to be in this stance. He was fucking me really, really good, in fact.

    But the restraints and the toys had me a bit worried.

    “Um, Mr. Doans . . . Marty . . . just because I write gay male BDSM doesn’t mean I practice it.”

    “You do now,” was his response. “Do you want me to stop?”

    “No, not particularly.”

    “You need another shot of the poppers?”

    “Depends on what else you’re planning on doing.”

    “I’ll take that as a yes. Before I do it, I’ll give you another shot or two. You’ll want it.”

    At the front of my mind was the knowledge that Marty Doans could either make or break a gay male porn novelist.

    Before he untied me and sent me back to my room, with another $100 in my jeans pocket, to shower, breakfast, and show up at the conclave only an hour late, I discovered that, no, he hadn’t used all of those toys already.

    ** * *

    Before facing the first session of the conclave, an annual meeting of gay male porn writers, held pretty much in secret wherever Marty Doans’ Bent Stallions Publications made arrangements, I felt I needed a real drink. It wasn’t that far from noon. I saddled up to the bar of Las Vegas’ Blue Moon resort hotel, a gay guy’s only place, and asked for a Bloody Mary double. I’d met Marty before, face to face, in his New York offices when my lover, Brent Davenport, the original Jasper of the Jasper rough sex novels fame, died and I had to establish that I had written Brent’s last three manuscripts–his highest-return best-sellers–myself. But I’d never been to one of Marty’s conclaves, although I’d been invited before.

    The main reason I’d never come was that Brent had been in a war of traded barbs with one of Doans’ other best-selling authors, the gay male Romance novelist going by the pen name Niles James. The bitterness was such between them that, if they had ever met at a venue like this, the fur would fly.

    I had only come to this conclave because I had been asked to come as a paid speaker–and was assured that Niles James would not be attending. Once here, though, I saw his name on the attendees’ list. Well, I would just have to do my best to avoid him. I had half a notion to take off my “Jasper” name tag and go in as someone else–but I was a paid speaker in that name, so I guess I’d just have to find out who the old codger was–he had to be old if he was a contemporary of Brent’s–and stay clear of him.

    When I went to put the Bloody Mary on my room tab, the bartender checked his computer and said, “Your account has been linked to the Room 103 account, Mr. Jasper. You may just cite that room for charges from now on.”

    Marty, I thought. This was beginning to look like a setup, like I was lured here for Marty to use. He’d made clear before that he wanted me, and I’d only barely been able to outrun him–until now, well, until last night, of course. I’d thought that last night would do it for him, but now he was slowly owning me. I downed the Bloody Mary, ordered another one, and, that one in hand, soared into the meeting room.

    A panel session on the difference between erotica and porn–an argument I had no time for; what I wrote was what I wrote–was in full cry. I took a seat toward the back and looked around. There were maybe seventy people there. I wasn’t a bit surprised to see that well more than half of them were women. Brent had had a major burr under his saddle about the false genre of women writing “just pretend” or “how we’d like to fantasize our man” stories read mostly by other women. I had come to share his disdain for this quite large share of the gay male porn market, but like him, not too vocally because many women buying and reading that fake stuff were also buying ours, even though we thought of ourselves as writing for the actually actively gay male.

    Over half of the men present were well into their fifties and sixties. Although I felt a bit sorry for them writing what most of them weren’t actively engaged in now, I respected that most of them–probably all who dared come to a conclave such as this–had once been active and were now writing from memories they wished to remain captured and arousing them for as long as possible.

    Only a few of the men present were young, as I was, or not much beyond forty, and probably writing from active experience. Not that I could say that much of what I wrote was from active experience myself–or was before Marty started taking me under his jaded wing the previous night. I had enough gay sex, just not that much that could be classified as BDSM. I now certainly could write BDSM stories better, the specialty Brent had known best and written most–with the knowledge of experience. At least light BDSM. I was willing to bet that it was from this core group of younger men here that Marty had chosen his invitation list for last evening’s party in his hotel room. And I wondered if more active and intimate sessions were in store during the three-day event. I wouldn’t be surprised if they were the only reason Marty even held these conclaves.

    I scanned the room several times, trying to pick out who Niles James might be. I couldn’t very well avoid him if I couldn’t identify him. At the next break I asked the older man I’d been sitting beside if he knew who Niles James was and could point him out to me. He did and could and pointed over to where a pudgy cross between Orson Wells and Truman Capote older man was talking with a well-built young blond guy.

    “That’s him,” the man said. “Writes great Romances. The best-selling author in the Bent Stallions stable.”

    I bristled at that claim, but I remained polite. I had marked James’ looks so that I’d remember to stay away from him, but my attention had already gone to the young blond he was talking to. I was sure just from watching him move and assessing his build that he was the sweeter-than-wine lover I had started with last night–and would have been more than pleased to continue with. Now him I would make no effort at all to stay away from.

    I turned to ask the man if he knew who the blond was, but he was gone, and Marty was bearing down on me. I was to have the privilege of lunching at his table, at which he had gathered a bevy of twittering women authors of gay male Romance. It was not lost on me that Marty was introducing me to many disparate forms of sadism.

    ** * *

    The porn war between Jasper–as initiated by Brent Davenport–and Niles James was of the most bitter sort. It was born from a love-hate relationship. Brent and Niles had been lovers. They met as writers, with Brent writing mainstream sci-fi short stories for a pulp magazine and Niles already writing his gay male Romances for another publication of the same pulp magazine conglomerate. This, of course, was light years before the advent of the computer, let alone the e-book, which had caused the porn novel industry to burgeon because a buyer didn’t have to worry about what to do with the book after he’d read it–or that much while we was reading it. Although Niles wrote Romances, he practiced BDSM and introduced Brent to the practice before Brent ever thought of writing that genre. It was Marty Doans, a young BDSM adherent of Niles’s, who both encouraged Brent to switch to writing gay male BDSM for his startup Bent Stallions publishing effort and came between Brent and Niles sexually.

    And it was Marty who tore Brent away from Niles and who egged on the two in competition with each other as writers and who, gleefully, started and nurtured the porn war between the two. He touted and promoted them both as”the” best-seller in his stable and encouraged and exaggerated the professional animosity between the two. It didn’t take the two long to buy into the hype themselves.

    This manufactured animosity was a palpable source of energy in this conclave, I clearly could see from the first session I attended. Nearly every side conversation I heard concerned the porn war between Marty’s two standards and the fact that this was the first time that anyone had seen both Jasper and Niles James on the list of speakers. That neither name was applied yet in the schedule of sessions and the key concluding session time slot was not filled in yet only added fuel to the fire of anticipation.

    If this was Marty’s doing, I’d have to give him props as a consummate showman.Even I didn’t know for sure what session I was to be impaneled on. The invitation to speak had suggested that I talk about the rules of BDSM in writing, which I found to be laughable. There were no definitive rules for BDSM in either doing it or writing about it, I believed, after having picked up writing it upon Brent’s demise. There were, of course, clubs of it with rules of their own, but I had found that there was a whole range of application of the genre in both practice and stories and that a varying readership could be counted on for falling into this range.

    My own BDSM writing thus far had been a toned-down version of Brent’s and more heavily geared to bondage and milder toys and full enjoyment by all concerned.I would be the first to admit that I had little personal experience in the heavier BDSM arena and would be writing Romance myself–which only added to my resentment of Niles James dominating that aspect of the gay male market–if given the choice. I did enjoy a rough kind of sex, though, and I had been taking Jasper’s work more in that direction. The fans of Jasper hadn’t seemed to be complaining about that, at least yet–that I knew of.

    Brent had not practiced BDSM techniques with me–well, beyond some of the tying up practices. By the time we met, he had softened and was actually quite romantic with me in our love-making.

    I had accepted the invitation and the topic and had proceeded to put together a talk on the various techniques, equipment, and toys of BDSM in the gay male world and on how they could be–were being in Jasper’s writings–applied to pornographic writing. I would just ignore the word “rules” altogether unless it came up in the question period. And if it did, I knew there would be a knock-down-drag-out fight in the room no matter what I said I believed about it.

    As we went into the afternoon session, still without a topic for that last session or a mention of either me or Niles James as session speakers, I became increasingly convinced that I had been given a fake topic and wouldn’t be speaking on the rules of BDSM at all, but rather would be paired with Niles in some sort of cat fight to conclude the conclave.

    In this I was proved to be quite right.

    My eyes kept going to the puckered-lipped, obviously self-satisfied pile of blubber who had been identified to me as Niles James and who sat simpering in the front row of the other section of chairs in the meeting room in the middle of a harem of equally simpering female writers. And as my eyes bored into him, I was aware that others were looking at me too, apparently having zeroed in on my “Jasper” nametag and already in delicious anticipation of what Marty obviously was planning.

    When I couldn’t take any more of this, I rose and slipped out of the room–I had sat as far back as I could find a seat–and went to the hotel reception desk.

    “Is there an appropriate bar I can go to around here?” I asked. “Not in this hotel.” I already was taking my name tag off as I asked. I wanted to be away from all of this for a while.

     

    “The Men’s Paradise bar is just a couple of blocks west on Western Sahara. Kind of a dive, but there’s a play area in back, if that’s what you’re interested in. A little early, though. They just opened at 4:00.”

    “Sounds fine, thanks,” I said. I was just looking for a drink or two away from here, but I wasn’t bothered if it was the kind of place that had action in the back. If it was on the rough side, it was close to where I had been in my early days.

    ** * *

    I saw him as soon as I entered the dimly lit, nearly deserted bar–my sweeter-than-wine blond hunk from the previous night of sex in Marty’s room.

    I saddled up to the bar beside him, ordered a beer, and turned to him. He was looking down into the bar top rather than at me, although I had seen him glance up when I entered and then look away quickly.

    “Hi, my name is Tim,” I said. “I think we’ve already had a bit of sex.Maybe more than a bit.”

    He looked up at me, his expression a mix of embarrassment, interest, and amusement. His smile was much too glorious to have been partially hidden behind a face mask. He didn’t deny we’d had sex.

    “For real? Your real name is Tim?”

    “Yep.That I cannot deny.”

    “In that case, I’m Julian. I admit that I’ve been looking for you today, but didn’t see you at the conclave. Both of those sessions were insufferable, though, and not finding what I was looking for, I came out of that gaseous balloon to soak up my disappointment.”

    “Anyone tell you your kisses are sweeter than wine?” I asked. “Not to mention that you have a terrific body and a great cock.”

    “So that would make us twins?” he asked, with a laugh. “Gotta admit I was thoroughly enjoying you before that leather guy pulled you away. Nothing half that good again before Marty shooed us all out of there to have you alone to himself. You weren’t looking all that conscious when I left. I was a little worried for you, especially when I couldn’t pick you out in the crowd today.”

    “No, I slept through most of Marty,” I answered. “Sure would like to take up where you and I left off, though. I’m told they have accommodation for that beyond that doorway over there covered with a beaded curtain.”

    The room was small and pretty grungy, but it had a quite adequate six-foot-square vinyl ottoman in the center of it that the bartender who took Julian’s money wiped down when he’d shown us to the room. It was Julian’s money, because he insisted on being dominant and calling the shots, which was just peachy with me.

    When we’d been left alone, Julian got right to business, and I let him work, as I had enjoyed letting him take the lead the previous night. We did the sweeter-than-wine kiss thing, rocking against each other, as we stood beside the ottoman, stripped off each other’s shirts, and unbuckled and unzipped each other. Julian retrieved both of our dicks and worked them against each other, while he slowly arched me back, bending me over the ottoman. I let him do as he wanted, holding his head between my hands, keeping him in the honeyed kiss.

    When he’d bent me to where my shoulder blades felt vinyl, he pushed me up onto the ottoman until my head flopped over the end. He moved around to the head of the ottoman, and I found myself opening my throat to the slow stroke of his cock while he leaned over me and ran his hands over my torso as far down as running his fingers into my pubes and tantalizing the root of my cock. I went right hard for him, which was a good sign to me that he was what I wanted and would scratch my itch. He eventually returned his hands to cover my pecs and worry my nipples.

    When he felt the time was right, he pulled out of my mouth, turned me onto my belly, my head still flopping over the end of the ottoman and my arms dangling off the sides, and lay full on top of me, moving his body slowly on top of mine, listening to me moaning softly. He took his time. I spread my thighs a bit and his cock fell into the crack and I felt his cock slide down along my entrance.He lifted his hips, sliding back up to my entrance. Then down and then up and repeating until he felt me shudder in his embrace. If I could have trained my rim to catch his bulb as it passed and suck it into me, he’d already be fucking me.

    “Yes, yes, fuck me,” I murmured, as I raised my hips to him, presenting for him.But he was taking his time. After a bit of pressure work on my rim with the bulb, he started moving down my body, kissing me on the back as he moved. He had an arm around my waist and he pulled my rump up even more into the air than I had raised it, wanting him to enter me.

    His tongue and mouth went to my hole, and I groaned my pleasure and need. He pulled my cock and balls through my legs, having nudged my thighs to spread their stance further. He sucked the cock and balls, giving equal time to those and my hole, as I writhed under his attention and whispered the mantra of “fuck me, fuck me, stick it in, please fuck me, now, please.”

    And then he did just that, going into a crouch over my hips and folding his body over mine, and slowly, but relentlessly, entering and entering and entering me.I shuddered and trembled as I felt him throbbing and moving inside me, fully possessing me. Not terribly thick, but terribly, terribly long–reaching for my tonsils. Fucking deep. Then shallow; then deep again.

    His arms were wrapped around my chest and he rose up on his knees, bringing me with him. One of his arms lay diagonally up my chest. The hand of the other one was stroking my cock in rhythm to his stroking inside me, a stroke that paused and then picked up in a different rhythm and speed whenever I felt I had the measure of it, making me gasp and gulp and beg for more, deeper, faster, harder.

    He cupped my chin with a hand and turned my face to his for a sweeter-than-wine kiss that went on almost forever . . . until, with a lurch and a muffled cry, I shot out over the vinyl. I felt his encasing arm pull back from me then and I fell forward on my chest on the cum-slickened vinyl. He crouched closer over my hips, grabbed my waist with his hands, and pumped me harder, faster, deeper to his own ejaculation.

    We returned to the Blue Moon separately, after paying extra to use the bar’s shower, Julian showering before me, me still lying in a pool of cum and moaning when he was finished. The supper had already started before I reached the resort hotel. Marty’s table was fully seated–thank god, I thought. But it was somewhat disconcerting to see that Julian was seated there, and looking fresh and somewhat disinterested. Who would have guess that just a half hour earlier he had his long cock up my ass? Also seated at the table was the pudgy Niles James. A bevy of old maidish women were fawning over him. Understandable, I thought. He did write that insipid Romance. But then I admonished myself. I rather enjoyed his Romances, I’d have to admit, especially the ones of recent years. I never admitted to Brent that I read them, of course.

    I didn’t realize before I sat down at one of the few empty seats at another table, though, that it put me right next to who quite evidently had been the leatherman who DP’d me the previous night. I wouldn’t have known him from Adam–at least until I zeroed in on the studded wrist bands he was wearing and got a peek at the leather harness under his half-open shirt–but he certainly remembered me. I spent half the meal removing his hand from my thigh and even my basket and listening to him whisper in my ear what he wanted to do to my body. Some of that sounded rather enticing, though, and I didn’t have much to say when he pointed out that the last time he groped my crotch, I was hard.

    Sometime during the meal I discovered that he wrote leather and biker books, which came as no surprise, but also that he read my–or, more correctly, Brent’s–BDSM and rough sex books and was dying to take me for a solo ride, test out positions and tie ups Jasper wrote about, and compare research notes. He even told me, in hushed tones, that he had a whip he’d named Jasper.

    He followed me back to my room after dinner, which I didn’t realize until I already was trapped in a dead-end hall. The only thing that saved me from a research session, which I’ll have to admit I was half tempted by, was that I found my pass card wouldn’t work on my hotel room door. I turned and breezed by him, with the explanation that the key didn’t work, and he was so nonplused by that, only half believing me, I’m sure, that he didn’t impede my passage.

    “You are no longer in that room,” the hotel desk clerk cheerily told me.”You’ve been moved to Room 103, and your luggage has already been transferred.Just a minute and I’ll prepare you a new pass key.”

    “Marty Doans again,” I exclaimed. I said it loud enough that the leather guy, who had followed me in disbelief out to the reception desk, overheard and immediately vanished. I smiled at the thought that he probably was one of Marty’s authors too and knew better than to mess with someone Marty was being possessive with.

    I seethed through the two evening sessions, paying little attention to what was being said and looking over at the leatherman occasionally and frowning my”I’m not in the mood anymore” warning. Although he continued to eye me, all it took was for me to look annoyed at him, and he turned his eyes elsewhere.

    That night I was reminded that the Blue Moon was a full-service gay male resort.When I entered Room 103, I immediately noticed the sling suspended in the middle of the room from four chains attached to a strong hook screwed securely into a ceiling beam. The sling hadn’t been there the previous night and the room had been too dimly lit and filled with teeming naked bodies for me to have noticed special amenities like strong ceiling hooks.

    I was contemplating the why of the plastic cover–more of a kid’s swimming pool effect because of the lip around the sides–that was under the sling, when a naked Marty emerged from the bathroom and had me undressed and in the sling, with my arms and legs running up and bound to the four corner chains, before I could think of a reason why he shouldn’t do it. My attention was riveted on the impossible thickness of his cock. Brent’s cock had been impossibly thick. I actually liked impossibly thick cocks.

    I told him something of this after I’d finished screaming at the tit clamps he applied to my nipples.

    “We don’t have to do it this way, Marty. You’ve got a thick cock. That’s enough for me to give you a good time in a fuck.”

    “I’m startin’ to get complaints on your writing, Jasper,” he said. He always used my pen name. To him, I was Jasper. “Buyers are beginning to notice that Jasper doesn’t have the BDSM zing he used to have–rough sex, yes, but you need a refresher in some of the finer techniques and toys, I think.”

    Refresher?I thought. Heavy BDSM was Brent’s bag, not mine. There was a reason I wasn’t writing heavy BDSM. But then, as Marty, already inside me and pounding to beat the band, started jerking on the leads to the tit clamps and I resumed some minor screaming again. I recognized that I certainly was getting experience in what he wanted me to write. I wouldn’t have trouble writing how pinched and pulled nipples felt like from now on–or how, mysteriously enough, they were, in fact, connected to the arousal of my cock and to my enjoyment of a thick dick working my channel.

    I spouted for him. And it wasn’t long before I learned what the plastic cloth with the rim under the sling was all about either–when he came inside me, pulled out of me, fisted his cock, and lifted it over my belly.

    I’d never actually included water sports in anything I’d written before. But I guess the point was that Brent, as Jasper, had. And that Marty wanted this sort of stuff to be included in Jaspers books again.

    I got the message.

    ** * *

    Peter Knoles, Marty Doans’ flighty assistant, was hopping from one foot to the other in front of me the next morning as he handed me the final schedule for the day’s sessions, the last day of the conclave. As he got me to accept it, he skipped back a few extra paces from me and almost went into a fetal position, as if I was going to swat him like a fly.

    After I looked at the schedule, I certainly felt like doing so–but only because Marty wasn’t there himself. Just as I feared, the last session was now titled”Porn War,” and Jasper and Niles James were the sole listed panelists.

    I could have spit bricks and was building up the effort to do so, when I heard a surprised exclamation of “Shit!”

    I looked up and into the wide-open eyes of Julian, who had just appeared in front of me. He was staring at the nametag on my shirt.

    “You.You’re Jasper!?” he both exclaimed and quizzed.

    I looked at the nametag on his shirt. It said “Niles James.”

    “Shit!”I said.

    “But. . . but . . . you aren’t old enough,” he said, being the first to recover.

    “Neither are you . . . to be Niles James,” I retorted.

    “The original Niles died. Marty wanted to keep the franchise going and he liked my Romance writing, so I took over as Niles James.”

    “And the original Brent died and Marty had me take over Jasper,” I said. I didn’t reveal that Brent had been my lover as well. When you’re shopping for a new lover, you don’t necessarily tell the prospects about the earlier ones–beyond telling them enough to know what you could do. Julian definitely already knew what I could do–and what I would do for him, which was anything he wanted me to do.

    “Well, you do Romance just as well as you write it,” I said, maneuvering from the sticky situation to more amenable ground.

    “You know we’re supposed to be sworn enemies,” Julian said.

    “Yeah, I know. That’s pretty much what the schedule of this afternoon’s session says.So, what do we do? Cut out again? Leave ’em hanging?”

    “I can’t afford to do that,” Julian said. “I need this gig.”

    “Me too,” I answered.

    “Then let’s give them what Marty wants. Let’s tear into each other in the conclave session and then go off and hide and fuck while they think we’re in mortal combat somewhere.”

    “Sounds good to me,” I was quick to agree. “But it’ll have to be your room.Marty had me moved in with him.”

    “He’s giving a press interview now. Switch your luggage to my room while he’s tied up with that. He’ll never find you there. Tomorrow we’ll duck out when no one’s looking and figure out how we can be together more. I live in New York.”

    “So do I.”

    “Sweet.”

    I smiled, thinking of wine and his kisses.

    When I got to Marty’s room and opened the door, I shuddered at what I found. The sling was gone, but chains with wrist restraints now hung from the hook in the ceiling. And on the bed was a flogging whip. I gave brief thought to whether Marty had named the whip. I loaded my suitcase and got out of there as soon as possible.

    But I had to admit that Marty was right. If I was going to continue to be Jasper, I was gonna need more experience in what Jasper wrote about. Marty lived in New York too. Guess I just wouldn’t avoid him and his research sessions. It could only make my writing better.

    And he did have a very thick cock.

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  • My first time with my friend’s brother

    Sitting in sculpting classes next to my friend Noel. As, we sketched what our clay projects were going to be I noticed that her school agenda had picture’s of Taylor Lautner. That time she and I were totally head over heel for this actor. Then I noticed another picture of her and a really cute boy. 

    “Hey, Noel who’s that?” I said.

    “Oh that’s my brother Nicholas. He’s such a jerk of a brother but I still love him”

    I smiled. “He’s pretty cute” 

    “Ew no he isn’t.”

    I laugh “Yeah he is I mean south American men are hot as hell!” 

    “Omg, I think i am going to barf” She said. 

    Later that day I decided to check him up on facebook. I sent a request and then sent him a massage. He was pretty cool and we talked for a while. like the next few months he asked me if I wanted to come to a party with him at his place. It was a goodbye/happy birthday party. So, i said yes and decided to go. I dressed up and headed to the address he gave me.

    I was so nervous i didn’t know what to do. I had trouble finding the house but then I just followed the sound of music playing and headed in that direction. I slowly walked up the stairs into his house. The door open and ton of people there. But, what I didn’t expect was to be a lot of gay people. (At the time I was still in the closet) I never seen so many around. But as I walked in he saw me and told me to have a good time. I walked around meeting new people then I noticed that when nicholas would check on me he would be really close. As the party continued he would pass by and slap my ass. I laughed cause it was just playing around. Then sometime he come and kiss me on the cheek.

    I was so stunned but hey I wasn’t complaining at all! People started to leave as it got later and I saw the clock and it was two in the morning. It was to late for me to head home and cold. So, i stayed in the house with other people who got drunk. (Least they were responsiable) I settled in a corner and started drifting off. I felt someone lay next to me. 

    “Hey” Nicholas said.

    “Oh, hey” 

    “did you have a good time?” He asked.

    “Yeah, it was fun.” I smiled. “Good” He said.

    He threw a blanket over us and cuddled next to me. Then he quitely ask if I wanted to go into the room with him. At first i said no. then I said yes cause I didn’t want to sleep around other strangers. As we walked in the room we laid down on his bed. 

    “Is this okay?” He asked. I nodded.

    I felt him move closer to me.

    “How bout now?”  he asked. “Yes.” I said back.

    He moved again and I felt his head press on mine. “Now?” 

    Yes” I said. Then I felt his warm lips press on him. My head swirled with emotion and confusion. this was a first time I kissed a boy. THen I felt his hands travel down over my crotch and ass.

    “Damn, u have a hot ass.” He said. We began slowly removing each other clothing. I felt his smooth body on mine. in my head all I was thinking was that “I am really going to have sex with another guy!” 

    I rolled him on his back and straddled him slipping on a condom and slowly easing my way down his seven inch cock. Damn it was big and it hurt in the beginnning. 
    ‘Oh fuck dude you are so damn tight!” That’s when I began to ride him. I felt so much pleasure that I was riding this nice big dick and It was amazing. He got a little rough and flipped me on all four and ruthlessly pound my ass. He kept telling me how nice and tight I was and how he loved watching my ass jiggle with every thrust. I had to bite down on a pillow to keep from waking the other people in the house. I just took it until he came. I oculd tell he came a lot in the condom cause I could feel it fill inside of me. I fell asleep on his chest. smiling. This was the best night ever. So, for the next five years we meet and fuck. Friends with benefits. He was my first lover. So i will always have a connection with him. He is my best friend outside and the best lover in bed. The only thing i regret is that i lost my virginity at a party. So cliche lol

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