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***** AUTHOR’S NOTE *****

To ‘B’, thanks for suggesting this as a story line to me!

To ‘G’, I know you approve!

To everyone who emailed, telling me who’s been neglected, this Chapter is for you. I hope you enjoy.

I also hope everyone likes the new chapter!!!

Thanks,

Tyler

This Chapter is from Rob’s perspective (the husband of Megan; brother-in-law of Trevor, who is also his lover).

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SUBSTITUTE FOR SIS – Chapter 4

I arrived home late.

I hated business meetings.

Trevor had met me for lunch … what a wonderful time. He had a dance audition, late, then a friend was taking him out to this new club.

I stood in the kitchen. Oliver’s art decorated the fridge. Kellie had sticky  notes on her lunchbox, reminding her of ‘things’ she needed for tomorrow. I looked over at Ethan’s high chair … he was growing so fast. I looked at Megan’s chair, mine, and then Trevor’s. I couldn’t believe all that had happened over the last few months. I loved Megan, more than I could put into words most of the time. I loved Trevor, a part of my life now. I loved my kids … each one was a different person … all a piece of Megan and me.

I stood by the kitchen window, looking at the fullest moon. The whole back yard as though a spotlight was on.

I made my way upstairs. Kellie, curled up with her bear, Mr. Tubbs. I kissed her … mmm, such softness, so beautiful. I walked across the hall. Oliver, on his tummy, his butt arched up, snuggling with his stuffed Rabbit, Ms. Sniffles. I tasted his boyishness, kissing his beautiful curls. Then I walked down the hall, stopping at Ethan. Sprawled out, his stuffed animals on the shelves, his diaper, pleasantly dry. He smelled of baby oil and burps. I kissed his fat cheeks. My family, my priceless treasure. I walked down to the master bedroom.

Megan was in bed. I could smell her sweet scent … it was like the freshest flower on a warm summer’s day. She was so incredibly beautiful. 5’6″, natural blond hair with streaks of sunlight, her eyes, the most beautiful blue … like you were looking at the most perfect ocean on the clearest day … her breasts a pert ‘B’ cup, nipples that stood, waiting … her skin like a newborn baby, soft, supple, against her athletic shapely form. Her buttocks, with just the right amount of wiggle, soft, with firmness beneath … her legs firm, smooth, all woman … and her pussy … mmmmm … her soft pubes trimmed, leading the way in … the lips, edible … her inlet sweet, so very sweet … inside, like the warmest smoothest nest you could imagine.

Every part of Megan I have mapped in the innermost space of my mind. I could never imagine life without her. Our children … well, I can’t imagine how any of them chose to leave the warmth of her body … absolute … mmmmmm.

I could hear her breathing. Soft, just like her body. I smiled. Whoa to anyone who didn’t know what a beautiful soul she had … what a determined mind, incredible; left and right, equal forces. She amazed me, every time I thought of her. How could I have been such a fool to cheat on Megan? I smiled again, she knew me … I needed her, like one needs breath. I also needed Trevor like one needs pleasure. You need both. Breathing is pleasurable. Pleasure is pleasurable.

My cock was so fucking hard. Dripping. I could feel it pulse as I looked at her. I needed her. I wanted her. I wanted my wife. I needed my wife. I slowly made my way over to the bed, the moonlight glowing around her. I lightly touched her hair … silky … soft … shimmering in the bluish luna hues. I stroked her ear … delicate … soft. Her lips, perfect. She stirred … her eyes slowly opened … she looked up at me … her pupils registering. Her smile … art.

“Rob”, she whispered, sleep leaving her.

“Sweetheart”, I whispered.

My hand touched her cheek, my fingers explored.

I leaned down, and her soft lips met mine. I could smell her wonderful scent … gently caressing me. Her lips responded … sucking me to her. Her hand rested against mine, her cheek under us.

“I love you sweetheart”, breath in her mouth, “so very much”.

“I love you baby”, she whispered. I could feel the wetness in my boxers, my cock throbbed for her.

Megan sat up, her fingers exploring my neck then my chest. Her softness, delicateness, causing me to spit prejizz. Her lips, locked in mine. My tongue, slipping in to explore her … familiar … sexy … hot! Her fingers worked down to my pack, playing in my navel … sending electricity through me.

“aaaaaagggghhhhh”, I moaned into her mouth, her tongue responding to mine.

Her fingers slipped to my cock … slipping inside my boxers … feeling my wetness. She drew it up toward her mouth, as our lips parted. She placed my juices on her tongue then slipped her finger into her mouth, tasting me. My cock … HARD … THROBBING … pulsing more juice … needing her so much.

I stood, losing my boxers. My cock hard … arching … throbbing with my heart … the moon, revealing, dancing around me. Megan’s eyes twinkled … her finger boding me toward her … drawing me into her bed, our bed. She raised her night gown, the tightness of her nipples, wanting me.

I drew the covers back, exposing her … mound, wetness … validating me.  A drop of nectar dripping from her delicate folds.    I crawled onto her, my cock head brushing against her wetness, causing me to spasm, spitting prejizz over her entrance. My lips locking onto the tautness of her nipple, causing her legs to seize me.

“Ohhhhh baby”, she moaned, as I gently sucked her nipple, her tenderness causing my cock to throb.

I took her nipple, my tongue making love to her, her writhing under me … then her other nipple, making love, letting Meg know how much I missed her … how much I needed her. I let my tongue play in between her breasts … a valley I knew … one I had mapped over and over in my head. Her sweet smell, all through me … causing me to moan, low, graveled, deep.

“Baby”, I moaned into her, “I need you … so fucking bad”.

“Mmmmm”, she moaned in reply, her wetness against me, “I want you”.

My head slipped down, my lips kissing the beauty of her belly … her tender navel greeting my tongue … her wetness rubbing against my chest.

My head, slipped down … my nose, inhaling her bush … deep sweetness … her flower below me, its wetness seeping onto my chin causing my manhood to throb … ache … need.

My tongue slipped along the sides, gently … fingers exploring the inner space of her legs; then, tongue slipped in … her cunt, contracting, milking me. Her wetness surrounding me … sweet nectar … her legs encircled my head, my hands gripping them; she knew I needed her … wanted her … was incomplete without her. My whole mouth was filled with her, my tongue thrashing … her clitoris, hard, throbbing, squirting as she climaxed … legs shivered, letting me know how good I felt.

I slowly continued, causing her to thrash on the bed, her legs grasping my head, rolling from side to side … my tongue, gripped; teasing the rim of her hardness.

Slowly, I left her heat, lapping along her lips.  My meat, throbbing, longing to be inside her.

I rose, holding Meg’s legs in my hands, separating her. Meg looking into my eyes, the moon a witness casting its light approvingly. My cock head at her wetness, spitting my prenut … more wetness. Pussy lips, quivering, anticipating our oneness. My cock head, entered her hot ingress … the walls wet, grasping me, drawing me into her depths. My cock throbbed, my slit spitting juice into her. Her walls closing around me, lovingly drawing me into her. My balls against her … moistness, my cock head nibbling her cervix; it jumped, needing me too.

Megan began to contract, pulsating surges of tingles enveloped my cock … my groin aching, the pressure so great. My lips met hers; slipping my tongue in, hers swirling around.  Our kisses, deep, passionate … our bodies covered in the sheen of bliss. I couldn’t hold back, I had to drive into her. I slowly backed out, her cunt lapping at me, then I plunged into her depths, pushing her breath out into my mouth.

“Ahhhhhhhh”, she grunted as I plunged deep into her. The wetness of our union bouncing off the walls.

‘SLAPPP’ ..ssssshhhh as I plunged into her. Her eyes, rolling back.

‘SLAPPP’ .. ssshhhh as I plunged again, my eyes rolling in reply.

‘SLAP’ ‘SLAP’ ‘SLAP’ ‘SLAP’ ‘SLAP’ … ‘Ugggghhhhh”, my moan filling her … ‘SLAP’ ‘SLAP’ ‘SLAP’ ‘SLAP’ ‘SLAP’ ‘SLAP’ ‘SLAP’ sshhhhh … our tongues violently thrashed over and over ….

‘SLAP’ ‘SLAP’ ‘SLAP’ ‘SLAP’ ‘SLAP’ ‘SLAP’ ‘SLAP’ ‘SLAP’ ssshhh  as I made love to my beautiful wife …

‘SLAP’ ‘SLAP’ ‘SLAP’ ‘SLAP’ ‘SLAP’ ‘SLAP’ ‘SLAP’ ‘SLAP’ ‘SLAP’ ‘SLAP” sshhh … her legs gripping my ass …

‘SLAP’ ‘SLAP’ ‘SLAP’ as she violently contracted around my manhood … her essence flooding us ….

“Ahhh”, “Ahhh”,  “ohhmygod”, “Ahhh”, her waves of pleasure milking me as her orgasm, exploded!!!

‘SLAP’ ‘SLAP’ ‘SLAP’ ‘SLLAAAAPPPPPP’. ‘SLLAAAAPPPPPP’  … it felt like water surging through a dam’s breach.

SWOOOOOSSSHHHH    my slit violently pushed aside as ONE huge surge of seed rumbled into her …  

SWOOOOOSSSHHHH    another surge of virility

SWWOOOOSSSSSSSH   violently propelled from my shaft …  Megan’s orgasm ran out between us,

SWOOOOOOOSSHHH    my swimmer’s spraying into her, …

SWOOOOOOSSHHH   pleasure swept over me, every sense awake … my skin tingling,

SWOOOOSHH   SWOOSH   SWooshhh    as I pumped the rest of my essence into her … my prostate squeezed, rippling with satisfaction … millions of my boys now swam inside making themselves a part of my baby.  Cock, jumping,  as the tight hotness of her cunt pulled on me. Legs, flaccid around my hips.  Her sweet breath on me … lips touching each others.  I slowly let my weight rest on her … arms surrounding her … my lover … my best friend … the mother of our children … my namesake.

Megan’s looked into me, I into her. We were ONE. Our smiles, competing.

“I love you Robert Jameson Young”, her words inside my mouth.

“I love you Megan Catherine Young”, I whispered into hers. My cock jerking inside her, she responding.

Slowly I slipped out, her pussy lips kissing my head. I lay on my back,  my beautiful Megan slipped in, snuggling into me, her head in my chest hair; my strong arm around her.

The moon winked, satisfied, as we drifted off to sleep.

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In the days following the night that he had seen Chad at the restaurant and made him give him a blow job and then had gone to Grant’s and fucked the hell out of him, Jake was in a funk. Even his parents were worried about him. He didn’t go to classes, he had already stopped playing for the baseball team, and he just sat in the family room watching TV. His Dad tried to talk to him but Jake just kept shutting him down.

Jake’s mind was just all jumbled. What had made him say to Chad that he’d never see him again? He knew he wanted to see Chad again. He knew that no one took better care of his cock than Chad did. Shit, he was even starting to like the guy, even though he was a fag.

Why had he been so mad and upset that he went to Grant’s place and fucked him? It didn’t make him feel any better, in fact, Grant was a lousy lay. He didn’t know what to do with his ass to make him feel good. Why was everything falling apart around him?

After a couple of days and after a lot of nagging from his Mom, Jake got out of bed one morning and took a shower. When he was done he looked at himself in the mirror, as he often did, but this time it was somehow different. He didn’t focus on how his muscles looked or how big his cock was. Instead he looked himself in the eye and tried to answer some of the hard questions that had been bothering him.

Though he would never consider himself a faggot, he knew that he cared more about Chad than he had for anyone else in his life besides his family. The guy was a pain in the ass but whenever he looked into his eyes he saw that Chad cared about him. There had even been a few times that Jake had kissed Chad in the heat of some of their sex. He’d never felt like this with any of his girlfriends throughout high school and junior college. Jake felt like his head was going to explode.

As Jake stood there and thought about Chad, thought about his mouth and thought about his ass, Jake started to finger his growing cock. He looked in the mirror as his dick got harder and harder. Is this what Chad saw? Just a hard body and a big dick? Or did he really see something more than that, is that why he would show up now and again and let Jake use him?

The more he thought about Chad the faster he stroked his cock. In his mind he could smell Chad’s hair and the cologne he always seemed to have on. He saw his head swinging from his cock. He saw the small mole that was on his right shoulder that Jake could see when he was fucking him and how he had licked it a few time. He thought about how Chad’s body felt when they were together. The heat that would come off of it. The way Chad’s ass fit his cock like they were meant to be joined. Jake shot a load all over the mirror he was standing in front of. What the hell was happening? He just had to think about Chad and he’d blow a wad?

As his cock softened Jake’s mind turned. Why wasn’t he good enough for Chad? Why did Chad let other guys fuck him or let him blow them? What did they have that he didn’t have? In his mind, nobody had a better cock than him.

As his anger built his thoughts turned to Grant, that piece of shit. He realized while he didn’t enjoy fucking Grant he did enjoy making sure Grant knew that he, Jake, was #1 and not the other way around. He was the best baseball player. He was the better looking. He had the better cock. But most importantly, Chad had said he was the better fuck.

Jake didn’t know what he was going to do but he knew he had do something. The first thing he had to do was go back to campus and try to find Chad. He had no idea what he would say or do but he knew he had to do something. Classes would be over in two weeks and after the ass he made of himself at the restaurant, he may never see Chad again. Even though they were both going to State it was a big school and their paths might not cross.

Jake finished getting ready and headed back to campus.

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For the next week, every afternoon, Jake would go to the bathroom in the basement of the library hoping to find Chad there waiting for him, but he never showed up. A couple of guys even came on to him in the john wanting to suck his dick but he just walked away.

He thought Chad worked somewhere on campus but he didn’t know where. He didn’t even know Chad’s last name to try to find him that way.

He knew, of course, that Chad was the assistant manager of the baseball team but he couldn’t bring himself to show up in the locker room or at one of the games because he didn’t want to run into Grant. He was afraid he might actually try to kill him.

Toward the end of the week, and after the baseball team had won the semi-finals, Jake ran into one of his buddies from the team. His friend told him about the deal Grant had made with the team, that for every one who got on base, Chad would give them a blow job, and for every homerun they could fuck Chad. Jake wanted to punch his friend but couldn’t let on that he gave a rat’s ass for Chad. He did say that Grant was an asshole and his friend agreed but that he had to admit that Chad did have a pretty fine mouth. Jake held himself back for the second time.

As he walked back to his Audi, Jake didn’t even notice all of the girls that were trying to get his attention nor the couple of guys who were checking him out. Jake slumped behind the wheel of his car. He had no idea what to do.

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Jake woke up the next morning with an idea. Since the baseball team was in the championship game that weekend he would go but stay out of sight as much as he could. Since Chad was the assistant manager he was sure he would be there and that he could figure out a way to talk to him without Grant or any of the other players seeing him. On Saturday morning Jake went out to his car for the two hour drive to the game feeling better than he had in days.

The closer he got to the game the hornier that Jake got. Not only was he going to see Chad, he was sure that Chad would want to fuck around. Jake couldn’t remember the last time he had gone so many days without getting laid or having someone give him a blow job. He rubbed the growing bulge in his jeans for the last couple of miles.

Jake arrived at the field where the championship was being held after the game had already started. From off to the side of the field he looked for Chad but didn’t see him. While the team was on the field, Jake snuck into the locker room to see if Chad was there, but he wasn’t.

Jake went out and stood under the stands listening to the announcer call the game. He realized he may never see Chad again. His sadness grew into anger. Anger at Chad, at Grant and everyone else who had been with Chad. Then his anger turned on himself, how the hell could he care about someone who he hardly even knew and was a fag no less? As he had done so many times before he told himself that he didn’t need Chad, that Chad meant nothing, that he could get whoever he wanted and that was exactly what he was going to do.

As Jake was getting ready to leave he noticed a guy come down from the seats and go under the bleachers. The guy dropped down on the ground Indian style. He looked at lot like Chad, same size, similar coloring and wearing what Jake considered Chad’s uniform, a t-shirt and jeans that showed off his ass.

Not seeing Jake, the guy pulled out a joint, lit up and took a long drag. Jake was still so horny he wondered, since this guy was about the same size as Chad, if he ass would be similar. Jake walked over to the guy.

“How about sharing that joint?” The guy raised his eyes and let them move from Jake’s face down to his crotch. He handed Jake the joint who took a long hit and then passed it back to the guy.

“What are you doing down here instead of watching the game?”

“Some of my friends who like baseball wanted to come to the game and talked me into coming. Someone just broke up with me and my friends thought it would cheer me up. Baseball is so boring.” There was a lengthy silence as the two men passed the joint back and forth until it was gone.

Jake took a step forward and took a stance so that his package was prominent. “That sucks bro, but you’re good looking, you should be able to find another chick soon.”

The guy looked up into Jake’s eyes. “It’s not a girl I want.” His eyes moved backed to outline of Jake’s cock.

Jake had decided he wasn’t going to just take this guy. He wanted this guy to beg for it, to love his cock as much as Chad did. “Gay, huh? That’s cool. I know a couple of fags, uh, sorry gay guys.” Jake adjusted himself.

The guy couldn’t take his eyes away. “Have those guys ever given you a blow job?”

“Sure, when I let them.”

“Would you let me, it’s been a couple days since I’ve had some.”

“Go for it, dude, glad to help you out.”

The guy moved from his sitting position on the ground and rose to his knees. Jake didn’t move making the guy have to move forward on his knees. Jake’s arms hung by his sides, he wanted the guy to work for it.

The guy leaned forward and rubbed his face against the outline of Jake’s cock, then he started chewing the denim covered outline. After the guy had done that he unbuckled Jake’s belt, opened the button and then pulled his zipper down. The guy slowly pulled Jake’s jeans down almost as if he was opening a present.

When Jake’s cock popped free the guy just stared at it. He put his hand under it and seemed to be weighting it. “It’s beautiful.” Jake thought “damn right it is.”

The guy wrapped his fingers around the shaft just below the head and pulled it toward his mouth. He kissed the tip of it then began to lap it with his tongue. Jake wanted to put his hands on the guy’s head and force his cock past his lips but he held off. No, this was supposed to be like Chad worshipping his cock.

As the guy took the head of Jake’s cock into his mouth, Jake closed his eyes and imagined that it was Chad. While the guys mouth was warm and his lips gentle against his cock it just wasn’t Chad. Jake pulled his cock out of the guy’s mouth and put it back in his jeans, zipped up with difficulty and buckled his belt.

There was a questioning look in the cute guy’s eyes. “Sorry bro, I gotta go.” Jake turned and started back to his car.

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Jake slammed his hand against the steering wheel of his Audi. There was something seriously wrong with him. He just had some guy worshipping his cock and he walked away before getting off. It all came down to it not being Chad.

Jake leaned his head back against the backrest and closed his eyes. When he did he saw Chad’s face in his mind, not just his mouth or his ass; no, it was he eyes he saw and his crooked smile and the way he looked at him. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Jake didn’t know how long he sat there but at one point he heard a cheer coming from the baseball stadium which indicated that the game must be over. He really didn’t care who won. In the scheme of things, baseball just didn’t seem important. He continued sitting in his car just thinking about his life and what the future may hold.

As he was just getting ready to start his car there was a knock at his window. He turned his head and saw it was that prick, Grant. Grant was moving his hand indicating that Jake should lower the window.

“What do you want, you piece of shit?”

“Whoa, whoa, I come in peace.”

“What do you mean?”

“I saw you come out of the locker room, so I knew you were here somewhere. We lost by the way. Probably would have won if you had been playing.”

“Whatever.”

“Seriously dude, don’t you think it’s time we buried the hatchet? For the last two years we’ve been at each other’s’ throats and for what? To prove we were better than the other guy. Shit man, we’ve tasted each other’s cum because we are assholes. We’re going our separate ways in a week, why not just end the bullshit.”

Jake just stared at Grant.

“Come on, its time. Some of the team have decided to stay the night at a hotel near the highway. We just want to drown our sorrows and have a few laughs. Join us.”

“I don’t think so.”

“It’s just a couple of beers, what have you got to do that’s more important to spend one last time with the team?”

“What the fuck, ok.”

“Follow me.”

Jack followed Grant’s car to a convenience store. They went in and got a couple of cases of beer and then headed back out ending up at an old Holiday Inn that still had exterior doors to the rooms. Jake noticed the cars of some of the players as they walked up to the room.

Grant knocked on the door with his foot since he was carrying some of the beer. One of the players that was more a part of Grant’s crew than his own opened the door. He took the beer and stepped out of the way. As Jake walked into the room he saw four other guys that were all close to Grant.

“Where’s the rest of the team?”

“They went back, only we stayed.”

Two of the guys grabbed Jake’s arms. Jake kicked out but their grips were too strong to break free.

Grant spoke up “If you make any noise, I swear I’ll cut your balls off.” Grant got up in Jake’s face. “You’ve been a pain in my ass since the day I met you. I can’t fucking stand you. I told these guys that you weren’t really the stud that you play that you are. I told them you were just a faggot just like Chad. Now that the season’s over you can’t go running to the coach.”

“If I’m a faggot then I’m just the same as you.” Looking at the other guys Jake said “Did he tell you I’ve had my cock up his ass and he liked it.”

“Don’t listen to him, he’s a fucking liar. Get him out of his jeans.” While still being held tight by two of the guys, two of them got to work on removing his jean. Jake struggled but they finally got his jeans off.

“What should we do first boys?”

“I think we could all use a blow job.”

“Tie up his wrists and ankles. We wouldn’t want him to leave before we’ve had our fun.” The two guys who had pulled his jeans down got some rope and tied his hands behind his back and then trussed his feet together. They pushed him to his knees. Jake tried to get back up but his balance was all screwed up because of the ropes.

Grant was the first one to pull out his cock. “I’ve wanted you on your knees in front of me since the day I met you.” he moved closer and swung his cock, smacking Jake in the face. “Now you are going to suck my cock and be the little faggot that we all know you are.” Jake clamped his lips shut. “Oh come on you pussy, take my cock or we could just mess up your face a bit. Jake opened his lips and gagged when Grant shoved his cock in. “That’s it, doing just what a good cocksucker should do.”

Grant put one hand on the top of Jake’s head and pulled his mouth farther down his cock. The other guys had taken their cocks out and stroked them while they watched their former captain impaled by Grant’s cock.

“I think it’s only fair to share.” Grant pulled out of Jake’s mouth and one of the other guys shoved theirs in. Jake thought he had each guy in his mouth two times before they all had pulled back. “Just like we talked about guys, cum all over his face. They all picked up the pace of their stroking and one by one they shot their loads all over Jake’s face. The cum burned his eyes. Com was dripping from his nose and stuck to his hair. “Someone get a picture.” Cell phones came out and Jake could hear the clicks of pictures being taken.

“What now guys? Do you think we should fill his ass with our cum? Mark him our bitch?” The rest of the guys mumbled their approval as they all continued to finger their cocks. “Untie his feet but keep his hands tied.” When that happened Jake tried to kick out again but it just resulted in them pushing him onto the bed. It was uncomfortable to be on his back with it pushing down on his hands. Two of the guys had grabbed his legs and were holding them tight.

Grant turned to two of the guys and said “move him so his ass is on the end of the bed and then pull his legs up and back”. Grant’s boys did what he told them to do without question. Grant stepped closer and spit on Jake’s ass and in his own hand. He used his spit to lube up his cock and then he rammed his cock into Jake’s ass. Jake started to yell but one of the guys put a hand over his mouth. Jake kept moving his head but the guy kept his hand just where it was.

“How does it feel to be fucked by a man, faggot?” As Grant hit Jake’s prostate over and over Jake’s cock started to get hard. “Look boys, he likes it, Jakie likes it.” Grant had a cock almost as big as Jake’s and he was so rough that Jake didn’t even care when the other five guys dumped their loads in his ass.

When they were done, the six guys sat around and talked about how hot Jake’s ass was. Jake just laid there, he didn’t want do anything that would make them do it again.

After a while Grant untied Jake’s wrists and said “I hope I never see your sorry ass again. Feel free to stay in the room, it’s already paid for.” The six guys took what beer was left and exited the room laughing.

Jake lay in the bed wondering if this is what Chad felt like when he treated him rough. If he ever did see Chad again he would have to apologize. Jake closed his eyes and fell into a troubled sleep dreaming about Chad and what had just happened to him.

When he awoke in the morning he jumped in the shower and then dressed in his dirty clothes. Jake went down to his car and headed home. It hurt to sit in the car. Even with everything that had happened, Jake realized he was hungry and needed some coffee. He noticed a truck stop and he pulled in. He took a seat at the counter and placed his order.

As he sipped his coffee and waited for his food he noticed that there was a stream of guys that were going into the john but then coming right back out. The guy in the seat next to him turned to him and whispered, “Those are some disappointed guys.”

“What are you talking about?”

“They probably heard about the two guys that were here yesterday sucking any cock that they could. They were pretty good too, never had a blow job like that before. I was lucky, I got mine before the cops showed up.”

CHAD!

“Where did they take them?”

“Probably to the next town down the highway, they have a jail there.”

Jake jumped up before his food arrived and ran out to his car and sped out of the truck stop.

TO BE CONTINUED…..

Be Well,

Chad

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“Dad??? What are you doing her so early???”

“Shut up Anthony. Turns out you and Leter started off without me. Basement… NOW!”

When we were down on the basement my dad put on for me my usual collar that reads “daddy’s boy” and he got kne for Peter that reads “slut”

Hey daddy’s boy come here. 

“Yes master.”

“get on the fucking machine and put it on full power while me and Peter watch.” 

I plugged in the fucking machine and inserted the dildo in my ass. I turned it to full speed. 

“Ohh fuck!!! Dad this hurts!” 

“Really? You want pain? Let’s make it worse for you. Peter give me the paddle.” 

“Oh no dad not the paddle.” 

While I was being fucked in the ass by a fucking machine my dad is beating me with the paddle that leaves a mark of words that reads BITCH. The last time my dad used it on me it was there for a month. But I got to admit it does make me horny. 

SMACK

i moaned furiously. “Is that all you got old man? Come on beat me!!!”

SMACK SMACK SMACK 

the sound was so loud you can hear it throughout the house. 

“Thats’s more like it!” 

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

” Oh daddy Im gonna cum!”

“Now now daddy’s boy. Don’t come yet until I tell you to.”

“Oh my god yes! YES YES YES YES YES YES YES! Crank up the power more!” 

My dad hooked it up to his own generator and it fucked me so hard like never before. 

“AAAAAAHHHHH! Dad I can’t hold it!”

“okay son you can cum now.”

I shot my come so hard it flew a couple of feet in front of me. And of corse like a gallon of cum came out. I don’t know why I come so much. 

“Since you love eating cum so much. You lick that clean while I take care of your friend Peter.”

I ran towards my cum and started licking it clean like of I haven’t eating in weeks. 

“you get home now Peter.” 

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From Part 1…..

The following afternoon, I arrived at the main terminal and after parking, I freshened up and headed for the executive offices.  I walked up to the secretary outside of Mr. Masters office and she smiled and said, “You must be Mr. Sims.  Mr. Masters is expecting you.”

She stood and went to the door and knocked. After opening the door she said, “Sir, Mr. Sims is here to see you.”

I went in and after shaking my hand , he led me to the sofa in his office. I waited anxiously for him to tell me why I was there.

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Part 2……..

He picked up a phone and instructed his secretary to bring in some coffee.  As we waited, he said, “You arrived sooner than I expected.  How was the trip?”

“Well, it felt strange looking in my rearview mirror and not seeing a trailer behind me,” I replied.  “That allowed me to make better time.”

“I can tell,” he replied as the coffee was delivered.

After pouring each of us a cup, he looked at me and said, “Now, for the reason I called you to the office.  After way too many complaints from citizens on the highway about our drivers, I have created a new position, and I want you to head it.  Actually, you will be the only one in the department.  You will be in charge of driver compliance.”

“Exactly, what will the position entail?” I asked.

“You will no longer be a full time driver.  Every other month, you will go by the name of Mike Thomas and you will be a driver-in-training.  You will ride with  different drivers and see if they are following the company safety policies, both with their loads and the way that they drive. You will have reports to fill out and send to me.”

Before I could ask about my salary, he said, “As for as your salary while being Mike Thomas, it will be twice what you made the previous month.  Also, I realize that you know a lot of our drivers, so I have purchased a professional disguise kit for you to use.”

We talked and said that the way it would work was that I would report to one terminal manager from a list I would be given, as a new employee to be trained in company safety policies by on of the drivers about to leave the terminal.  When we reached our destination, I would leave, fly to the next city on the list and repeat the procedure. 

I agreed to accept the position,   and asked when I would start.

“Tomorrow morning,” he replied.  “Park your rig back in the maintenance shed.  Take a cab to the Holiday Inn down the road.  Use this card for expenses on the months you’re undercover.”

I took the disguise case and after parking my rig, I took a cab to the Holiday Inn and checked in.  That evening after dinner, I went to the bar and as I sipped my beer, I used my laptop to create a form that I would use to grade the drivers.

As I finished creating the form and closed my laptop, the man at the table next to me said, “Can’t get away from the work, I see.”

“No, not all the time,” I replied looking over at him.  He was in his early thirties and nice looking, with a beautiful smile.  His head was shaved and he sported a moustache and goatee. What really caught my eye was the fact that he was gently rubbing his crotch with his left hand.  I watched for a second and as I did, I noticed a wedding band on his ring finger.

He invited me to join him at his table and as we chatted, I felt his leg press against mine repeatedly. As I expected, after a while he asked if I would like to join him in his room where it was quieter and to have a final drink.  I quickly agreed.

Once in his room, he casually removed his shirt as he asked me to retrieve two beers from the mini-fridge.  There was a light dusting of brown hair on his chest and he was well built.  My own cock began to slightly stiffen and I wondered if he was noticing.

I soon found out that he noticed when he came closer to me and said, “I don’t mean to be out of place, but it appears that you are in the same shape as me.”

“What do you mean?” I asked innocently.

Quickly sitting next to me he casually reached over and grasp my stiffening cock and said, “This is what I mean.”  I could see that he was completely boned also.  He saw me looking and smiled. “Would you like for me to take care of your problem for you?”

“Sure,” I replied. 

Smiling, he said “Why don’t we both get comfortable.”

He immediately began to remove the remainder of his clothes and I quickly followed and removed mine.  Within a minute we were both totally nude and laying on his king bed.  He began to caress my body with one hand as he leaned over and began gently licking and sucking one nipple.  He soon moved to the other before flipping into a sixty-nine position and swallowing my rock hard leaking cock.  he gently and lovingly began sucking my cock as he continued to rub my body with his hand. 

His cock was just inches from my face and it was beautiful.  It was a good eight inches in length and slightly curved upward which I knew would make it easier to deep throat in this position.  Suddenly, without hesitation, I swallowed his entire cock and felt his balls against my nose. He moaned. 

Before long, we both climaxed and eagerly ate each others loads.  Afterward, he looked at me and smiled and said, “That wasn’t your first time sucking a cock was it?”

“Nope,” I said with a smile.

“It was definitely a pleasant surprise,” he said. We kiss and cuddled for a while and as he continually fondled my cock, it slowly began to stiffen again. Once it was completely hard, he moistened it with his spit then suddenly sat on it, taking me balls deep in one quick action.  As he did he grimaced and said, “OH FUCK!”   He sat motionless for a moment then smiled nd said, “Damn, that feels awesome. I hope you can produce another load.”

“I’m sure I can,” I told him. 

After I fulfilled his wish I started dressing.  As I did, I looked over at him and asked, “Does your wife know anything?”

“Oh hell no.  I only have sex with men when I’m on the road and that is usually once every couple of months. But I do try to make up for the time I’m not on the road.”

I returned to my room ready for some rest.  The next morning I returned to the office in disguise and Mr. Masters took me to the dock.

He located the shipping manager and explained that I was a new hire and that he wanted me to ride with a driver who could teach me the rules.  Matt said I could ride with Clay Baker on an overnight run.  I was introduced to Clay who didn’t seem particularly happy. 

We soon pulled out and as we talked, he loosened up and we chatted openly.  He covered the rules, and asking me not to tell anyone, he told me the rules that could be broken and not matter.  I made a mental note.

I had checked out his rig when I climbed in and found a double bed in the sleeper.  I wondered if we would be sharing it.  During the day I noticed that on numerous occasions, he  would reach down and rub his crotch and adjust himself.  It would begin to arouse me and I would adjust myself.  He always glanced over and watched. 

We finally stopped for the evening, and headed for the showers. For team drivers, the truck stop had rooms with semi-private showers on each side and a dressing area in the middle.  He got one of those for us.  We casually stripped and as most men do in dressing rooms, we casually looked each other over.  However, I finished showering first and was drying off when Clay exited his shower.  His cock was over half erect and beautiful.  I never said a word as my own cock slightly stiffened.  I could clearly see him watching it as he dried his body.

Silently, we dressed and headed for the restaurant for dinner. We ate then went to the lounge for a while before returning to his rig for a nights rest.  As we began preparing for bed, he spoke up saying, “I have no problem sharing the bed with you but there might be a problem.”

“What’s that?” I asked.

“Mike, I always sleep in the nude. I can’t sleep if I’m wearing anything.”

“Hey man, I have no problem with that.  I always sleep nude myself.  You game with that?”

“Hell, why not.  We’ve already seen each other nude in the showers.”

We both stripped and he had me slip into bed first so he could get out of bed easier if needed.   A few moments after we got into bed, I could hear him snoring softly.  Later, I awoke and found him on his side facing me, still snoring, but with his hand next to my cock.

TO BE CONTINUED………..

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The sun woke Greg yet again. As he fully awoke his nose was assaulted by the smell of cigar smoke and sex. His head hurt from all the alcohol he had drank but his ass hurt even more. He rolled over on his back and tried to remember all that had happened that previous evening. As he remembered how each of the brothers’ cocks had felt in his mouth and his ass his cock began to harden. As much as he wanted to stroke himself to relieve his aching balls he looked at his clock and saw that it was almost 10 am. He only had two more days of time off before he had to go back to work and he had a lot to do. He needed to call a plumber to fix the connection for the ice maker and he also needed to go out and get both new carpet as well as some window treatments. As much as he didn’t mind the man across the way watch as he had his fun with himself or others, the damn sunlight needed to be blocked out sometimes so he could sleep in when he had the chance.

Greg’s cock was still hard when he got in the shower. Fuck it, he told himself, and he took some conditioner in his hand and began to stroke his cock while reliving the last 48 hours. He couldn’t remember that last time he had gotten so much cock and cum in such a limited amount of time. Between the movers, the ex porn star and the brothers who had picked him up last night he had fed on five cocks and been fucked by three. Maybe the condo was bringing him luck. Before he knew it he blew his load all over the tile in the bathroom and watched it as it went down the drain.

He was planning to throw two parties this coming weekend. One of Saturday night for a group of his friends, both gay and straight, and then one on Sunday afternoon for his co-workers. Since he had to go into the office on Friday he had to get both projects done today or tomorrow.

As he went back into his bedroom he noticed how filthy his sheets had gotten last night between the cum, baby oil and cigar ash they were disgusting. At least his washer and dryer had been installed yesterday. Still naked, he balled up the sheets and took them to the washing machine, stuffed them in, and turned it and started back to his bedroom to get dressed.

As usually when he glanced out the window the guy across the way was watching him again. Greg wondered if they guy ever worked. Greg waved and the guy waved back.

Once dressed, Greg did a Yelp search on his phone to find a plumber, which had good ratings, which also provided same day service. Luckily he found one that could come out between 4 and 5 pm, which would give him enough time to go buy some carpeting. As he looked around the condo he also realized he needed to take some stuff down to his storage locker in the basement.

Greg decided carpet first, so using his phone again he located the nearest Lowe’s. He knew that if he went there he could probably get something good but relatively inexpensive and have it installed before the parties. He measured his living room, dining room and bedroom and then went to his car.

In the past, whenever Greg would go to Lowe’s with his father, which was very rare, he was always amazed by all the men he saw there. While there were always some obvious husbands or fathers with their wives and kids, there was always a lot of guys in working gear that were getting tools or other building stuff. He had always been attracted to working men, there was just something so masculine about them. He took some time walking the aisles and checking out the men before heading over to the carpet aisle. There was one guy he had passed a couple of times that really got Greg’s ass twitching. He looked to be about 40, maybe more, with broad shoulders and chest. Along with a work shirt he was in a pair of Wranglers and work boots. Greg couldn’t help but stare.

A nice woman helped him pick out a carpet that was neither too cheap nor overly expensive. They had enough in stock and she gave him the names of several carpet layers that could pick it up and install it. She thought he could find someone who could do it the next day. He paid for the carpet and then called a few of the names she had given him to find out if they could do the work tomorrow and for what price.

Since he had some time before the plumber was supposed to show up he decided to walk around the store and see if he could find other stuff that he needed. As he headed toward the décor section he passed the man he had seen earlier pushing a dolly with some drywall and other supplies. It was then that he remembered that he needed to get the holes in his walls fixed and then painted. So instead of picking out some window coverings he headed over to the paint department where the man with drywall also seemed to be heading.

As Greg started looking at paint chips the man said, in a joking voice, “are you following me?”

“Uh, no, I just need to pick out some paint for my new condo.”

“Hey, if you need a painter, let me know, I could use the work.”

“Well, I actually could. I also need some holes in my drywall fixed.”

The man pointed at the drywall he had on his dolly, “I know my way around drywall.” He gave Greg a smile.

“Duh, sorry.”

“When do you need the work done?”

“Tomorrow.”

“That might be hard but maybe we can work something out.”

“Sorry, I don’t understand.”

“I’ve seen how you’ve been watching me kid.”

Greg’s face flushed.

“If you’re willing to do a little work now, I’ll cut you a good deal tomorrow. Follow me.” The man led Greg to the back corner of the box store where all of the PVC pipe was located. “Not too many people come back here. I’ve been horny since I woke up this morning and my wife is out of town. I’m thinking you could take care of it for me.” The man undid his Wranglers and pulled out a nice mouthful of cock. Not too big and not to small but just right. Greg glanced stared at the piece of meat and then glanced around. “Hardly anyone but a few contractors come back here and none of the employees come back here unless they are helping one of the contractors. Come on kid, I’ll give you good price for the work and I’ll make sure it’s done tomorrow.”

Taking one more look up and down the aisle, Greg moved closer to the man.

“Even if someone comes back here, we’ll probably hear them before they see us.” The man started to finger his growing piece of meat.

Standing in front of the man, Greg took hold of the man’s cock while looking into his eyes. The man smiled back at Greg. With one more look around Greg got down on his knees and stared at the meat in front of him. Greg wondered why he could never turn down a good looking cock. Greg wrapped his lips around the head of the man’s dick and ran his tongue all over its crown. He put his hand below the man’s ball and lifted them as if trying to determine their weight. Greg pulled of the man’s cock and redirected his attention to the balls. He sucked one ball into his mouth and gently sucked and licked and then he switched to the other ball. With a little bit of work, Greg was able to get both balls in his mouth while the man’s dick bounced on his forehead. When he released the balls he licked his way back to the head. Once again Greg enveloped the head and began taking more into his mouth.

When Greg had made it all the way to the base of the man’s cock he heard a squeaking wheel and it sounded like it was moving toward him. Greg started to pull off the man’s dick. Using a hand, the man kept Greg on his cock. “Don’t worry kid, most of the contractors that come back here know what the story is. Of all the contractors I know they’ve all gotten at least one guy like you to take care of them back here.

Out of the corner of his eye Greg saw a man turn the corner with a dolly with a squeaky wheel. “Hey Scott, looks like your day is starting off good.”

“Sure is, buddy.”

The new man watched for a minute but then grabbed some pipe and kept moving. In his mind, Greg actually thought that this was a missed opportunity but then refocused on the cock in his mouth. Greg started to slide his mouth up and down Scott’s dick. He alternated between one of his cheeks and the other make sure that Scott saw his cock push against the inside of each cheek. Greg could feel Scott’s dick harden a bit more and new a load would soon be filling his mouth. On one of his down strokes, Scott but his hand behind and held in place and then blew his spunk into Greg’s eager mouth. Greg swallowed it all and then stood up as Scott pushed his still semi-hard cock back into his Wranglers.

“That was great kid. Maybe when I’m at your place doing the repairs and painting we can have another go at it. Here, let me write you up a quote.” Scott pulled a small pad from his back pocket and wrote down a figure based on what Greg told him needed to be done. Greg was pleasantly surprised to see, what he considered, to be a very reasonable price if not artificially low.

“This is great, we’ve got a deal.”

“What time do you want me?”

“Well, I’m having some carpet installed so how about I give you a call and let you now.”

“Have me to the repairs and painting before the carpet is laid, that way it won’t be bad if we have some accidents.”

Greg and Scott agreed that he would come at 8 am and that he would have the carpet installers come in the afternoon. Greg also agreed to help Scott paint so that they could finish in time. In his slutty mind, Greg was hoping that there would be enough time for Greg to enjoy Scott’s cock again, maybe even get fucked.

After exchanging cell numbers, Scott left to finish his shopping and told Greg to have the store hold on to whatever paints Greg decided upon and he’d pick it up in the morning.

Forgetting that he needed some window coverings, Greg went home. He thought that even if he picked up some lunch on the way he could still have time to take his boxes and the stuff he wasn’t going to use down to his locker.

Because he had gotten to service Scott, Greg was in a horny mood. When he stopped at Subway, he flirted shamelessly with the cute guy that built his sandwich. Greg decided he would be coming back to this Subway and try to hook up with the guy. He laughed to himself, he really was a shameless slut.

When he got back to his building, he stopped to tell the grumpy Doorman that there would be a plumber coming later in the day and that tomorrow there would be a contractor and some carpet layers coming. With a sneer in his voice and in his eye the Doorman reminded Greg to be in his condo when they arrived because he wasn’t going to chase him down like he had yesterday. Greg didn’t know if it was his horniness or what but he spent a few seconds checking out the Doorman and was pretty impressed with his build underneath his uniform.

When he got back to his unit, Greg finished unpacking most of the boxes and then broke them down. Some of the boxes that were filled with crap that his mother thought he could use he retaped. Since he didn’t have a cart, Greg had to make multiple trips to the storage area. He enjoyed sharing the elevator with some of his neighbors. Not only did he get to introduce himself but he realized there was a lot of good looking men in the building.

On one of his last trips there was the definite odor of pot in the storage area. After placing the box in his locker, being curious he went looking for where the odor was coming from. He wouldn’t mind a hit or two and maybe whoever was smoking could hook him up with a local dealer.

Back in one of the corners of the storage room, a guy who looked to be in his late teens, was sitting on the floor, back against the wall, slowly taking a hit from a bong. While blowing some smoke out of his mouth the guy said “hey, you cool?”

“I can be if you share.” No verbal response but the guy handed Greg the bong. Greg took a strong hit and handed the bong back. As the guy took another long hit, Greg used the chance to check him out. The guy had that bad boy look to him, scruffy rolled up blue jeans, a pair of square toed black boots and a tight black t-shirt tucked in to a waist that showed a thick, black belt. Even though the guy was sitting on the floor, he looked to be about the same size as Greg with dark, messy hair. He had a very sexy air to him.

“Are you the fag that moved onto the 16th floor?”

Without answering the question, Greg asked “who are you?”

“I’m Mike, Mel’s son.” Blank look on Greg’s face. “Mel, the Doorman. We live in the building as part of his salary. My Dad told me a fag moved in a couple of days ago. Haven’t seen anyone else new around here, so you must be him.”

“Seems like your Dad is always at the lobby desk.” Greg didn’t know why he said that.

“Yeah, he’s trying to make some extra bucks, thinks he can convince me to go to college if he can get enough money to pay my tuition.”

Greg was surprised he did it, but he sat down next to the guy and started telling him about when he was in college.

“Whoa man, I don’t care about your college days. I don’t care if my father pays for college, I ain’t going. Me and some friends want to start a band. We’re going to go to LA or Austin.”

“Well, good luck. How old are you anyway?”

“Just turned 18, so I can tell my Dad to fuck himself. I’m going to drop out of high school and get the hell out of here. So am I right? Are you the fag?”

“Seems you already know I am.”

“Sweet. Always wanted to know what it felt like to fuck a fag. Fucked a lot of girls but I hear doing a guy is pretty hot.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Come on, isn’t that what fags like you like?” The kid got up from the floor and saw that he had been wrong about how big the kid was. While slender, he was muscular, and the kid was at least 2″ taller than Greg. The tight jeans and t-shirt made him look even hotter than Greg had thought. Greg started to rethink the situation. Greg could see that the guy was getting hard just thinking about the possibility.

“Come on man.” The kid was walking toward Greg. He couldn’t resist himself, when the kid got closer Greg reached over to feel his cock. “I knew it.”

The kid slipped out of his boots, lowered his jeans and underwear and kicked them off. “How do fags do it? Do you do like chicks, on your back?”

Greg was staring at the kids growing appendage. “Uh, yeah we can do that or I could get on all fours.”

“No shit, let’s do that.”

Greg got out of his clothes and got down on his knees in front of his storage locker and the kid kneeled behind him. The kid spit on his hand and started beating his cock making it even harder. Greg instructed him to spit on his asshole and then to put the head of his cock against it. The kid was so nervous and exited he was already leaking precum. “Push.”

The kid balanced himself using Greg’s hips and pushed. “Harder.” The head popped through Greg’s ass ring. “Push harder.” The kid slipped about half way in.

“Jesus fucking Christ…..this is killer.” Greg pushed back. The kid may not know what to do but his dick sure felt good.

“Push it in a little more than slide it back, just not all the way out.” The kid was good at taking directions. Soon the kid was doing just fine, driving his cock in as deep as he could, pulling it back and then pushing it back. The kid just kept it up. With each thrust Greg kept being moved forward until his head was against the cage of his storage locker.

“Mike, hey Mike, you down here?”

Mike stopped.

“I know you’re down here man, I can smell the weed.”

Both Mike and Greg turned their heads in the direction of the voice. A kid about Mike’s age turned the corner and stopped dead in his tracks. “What the……..?” Mike started to pull out.

“Hey bro, don’t stop because of me, fuck the dude, looks like he’s enjoying the ride.”

The kid stepped closer and watched Mike’s cock slide in and out of Greg’s hole. “What’s it feel like man?”

“It’s like his ass is on fire, it’s so hot in there.”

“Cool.”

This kid was shorter but stocker than Mike. He was wearing a similar outfit to Mike, except he was in black jeans with a black shirt. His hair was just as messy and Greg noticed that he had black finger nail polish on with some silver rings. He was cute in a rocker kind of way.

Mike, while still pumping, said to Greg, “man, would you suck his cock while I’m fucking you? That would be really hot to watch.”

The new kid didn’t wait for a response, he whipped out an average size cock and started to stroke it as he stepped toward Greg’s head. Greg raised one of his arms and pointed the kid into the storage locker. The kid got the drift, went in the locker, got down on his knees and put his dick through the wire mesh so that Greg would have an easier time getting it. Greg swallowed the whole cock.

“God damn, he took my whole dick dude, feels sweet. And watching you plug him makes it even hotter.”

Mike looked at his friend. “Yeah, I want to watch you feed him your cock. This shit is unbelievable.”

The talking stopped and both kids just focused on their cocks. Mike’s friend’s eyes were closed and Greg assumed that if he could see Mike he would be the same. The feeding and breeding went on for a while causing Greg to close his eyes next. “Man, why didn’t we ever do this before?”

Greg could tell that Mike’s friend was getting close the way the vein on the bottom of his dick was enlarging. Greg pulled back, he was going to give these kids the full show. He pulled back enough so that only the head of the kid’s cock was against the tip of his tongue and opened his mouth as wide as he could.

“Fuck man, he’s just begging for my cum.” First one burst then a second and then a third hit Greg’s tongue, he swirled it around on his tongue so that the kid could see then he closed his lips over the tip and sucked out any remaining cum the kid had.

Mike started pushing harder when he saw what his friend had just done. “That was awesome man, dude just ate your cum.” Mike grabbed Greg’s hips harder, arched his back and blew his load deep inside of Greg and then collapsed on his back. Both kids were gulping air. They both pulled out and Greg got that empty feeling again.

“Mister, that was fucking unreal.” Greg wasn’t pleased about being called Mister but he didn’t say anything. Mike’s friend came out of the locker and went over to stand by Mike. Both of their dicks were still out and still hard.

Greg’s cell rang started ringing in his pants that were beside him. Grabbing it, he pushed accept and heard “There’s a plumber here at the front desk, where are you? I buzzed your place and you didn’t answer. You gotta stop doing this.”

“I’ll be there in a second.” Greg grabbed his clothes and started to pull them on as he walked away. The kids looked disappointed that he was leaving. “Later guys.”

When he reached the corner of the hallway and looked back at them he saw they were holding each other’s’ cocks.

As he entered the elevator and pushed 16 his phone buzzed, it was a text from a number he didn’t recognize. BE HERE AT 11 PM SHARP DON’T WEAR MUCH. It must be from the man on 14.

TO BE CONTINUED…….

Be Well,

Chad

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Kris froze, with his dick, only a couple of inches inside Mick’s tight virgin ass. He felt sweaty all of a sudden, as he heard the click of heels walking across the foyer. “Kris?” “Yeah!” He yelled back, hoping to God she wouldn’t come down. If he even moved an inch, he’d bust his load, and he wanted to drag this out. “I’m shutting off the crock pot!” “Ok!” The clicking faded, and then a couple seconds later, resounded, and the door opened and closed again.

Kris looked down on Mick, whose mouth was gaping open in shock. Kris smiled down at him. “It’s fine, she’s gone.” “I came…” Kris looked further down, seeing cum splattered across Mick’s chest and stomach. He hadn’t even made a sound. “Shit, you did.” He felt a rush of arousal, and held his breath. “I feel like,” Kris closed his eyes and shook his head. Mick stopped. “What?” Kris shook his head again. He wanted to pull out, but he knew if he moved even an inch, he’d cum. 

Mick kept asking him what was going on, and started shifting his weight, trying to move up, and away from Kris’s dick. “No, no…” It was too late, and Kris felt his dick start to throb. Mick moaned and hung onto Kris, as he felt Kris’s dick explode inside of him. Kris pushed the rest of the way in, feeling Kris’s ass clench and release over his hard shaft, making the orgasm that much more intense. He put his arms around Mick’s smaller frame, covering him completely, and pressing his open mouth against the boy’s neck. He released all of his load inside.

Kris was still flexing his dick, when he pulled back, to look down into Mick’s eyes. “Are you ok?” Mick nodded, with the same look of shock on his face. “I….It feels weird.” “How weird?” “Like, warm and wet.” “Do you like it?” “I don’t know. How do you feel?” “Well, I feel really good,” Kris smiled down at Mick. Mick smiled back, and his look softened. “What do we do now?” “Well, what do you want to do?” Kris looked down into Mick’s eyes, studying the emotion behind them. He felt an amazing connection, and just because he’d unloaded his seed into the boy’s tight ass. He wanted to protect him, and be his rock.

Mick was completely relaxed by now, and Kris’s dick was still hard inside of him. The way he’d cum so quickly was a shock, and Mick could feel his face was flushed. He looked up at Kris, and saw a calmness in his eyes. He trust him, and felt this bond between them. He imagined his first time would be un-enjoyable, but longer. It was kind of cute the way Kris couldn’t contain himself, and had cum so quickly. Maybe they would try again.

“So what now?” “I’m still hard. Mind if I stay in here?” Kris ran his fingertips in circles over Mick’s stomach. Mick smiled and shook his head. Kris leaned in and kissed Mick’s soft lips. He wanted to stay in there forever. He started to slowly thrust in and out of the boy, and kissed his lips passionately. Mick was sighing, and groaning with pleasure, while Kris moved softly in and out of his tight ass. They were soon in a smooth and soft rhythm, creating little taps of the headboard against the wall.

They stayed in rhythm for quite awhile, and Kris knew if they kept going, he’d cum again, but he wanted to last a little longer this time. He stopped, and turned his body to Mick’s side, pulling him up with him. Without pulling out of the boy’s tight ass, he successfully switched positions with him being on top. Mick started to softly ride Kris’s dick. He felt the thickness of it, completely fill him up inside. He liked it. He quickly got the hang of things, and soon had his hands braced against Kris’s hairy abs, and was pushing against him, to rise, and fall back down onto his dick.

They fucked slowly for over an hour They occasionally stopped to make out, or to switch positions. Kris would get himself up to the point of orgasm, and then slow down. Mick was squirming and moaning almost the entire time he was inside him. He liked having this power over Mick, like he could control his pleasure, and when he came. 

Mick’s phone started vibrating. It was his dad, probably letting him know to be ready in a few minutes. “We should finish.” “Yeah, I’m really close.” “Me too.” They kept fucking, and soon Kris was cumming again, and Mick followed shortly after. He shot a smaller load on his chest, which mixed with the dried cum from his earlier load. Kris felt his dick erupt again, and shot a healthy load inside the boy. He was still cumming when he pulled out, but they had to make sure everything was normal when their parents came home.

They quickly got dressed, as Kris finished himself off in an old pair of boxers from his hamper. They made his bed, and picked up around the gaming area. The guys went upstairs and put away the plates they’d used before, and as Kris started to put the leftover roast in a plastic container, the front door opened, and his mom walked in. “Hey boys. Mick, your Father’s waiting outside.” “Ok, see you Kris.” “Yeah man.” Kris smiled at Mick, with a look in his eyes. 

Kris put the slow cooker basin in the sink, and started to fill it with water, while his Mom hung up her coat, and came in giving him a half hug across his shoulder. “How was it?” “Oh, we had a lot of fun!” “Yeah? I’m gladd you boys are getting along so well.” “Me too….Really well.”

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1000 zippers

Part-1-of-1

If I lowered 1000 zippers there will always be the expectation and anticipation. I know though that no matter what I find behind it I won’t be disappointed. He’s in his 30s, 5-foot 4, 125#, clean-shaven. As I opened his fly and pulled his pants down his semi-hard dick was poking through the front of his boxers. Even flaccid I knew I wouldn’t be disappointed. He moaned, “Uuuugh,” as I eased back the foreskin and started licking and kissing the head and rubbing my face in his crotch.

Within seconds after I took him in my mouth felt him growing and hardening. When it was so long that it bumped the back of my throat he pulled it out. I couldn’t help noticing that fully erect the foreskin was pulled back so tight that he looked cut.

This was a man who knew what he wanted. “Lay down on the bed on your back and let your head hang off.”

Once he was in place he laid the head of his dick against my upper lip. Then he moved forward, pushing it into my mouth and down my throat until his balls were resting on my upper lip and nose. He marveled as he held it there, savoring the warmth and moisture of my mouth. 

Then he started moving his hips, sliding his dick in and out of my mouth.  His dick was just the right length and shape to slip into my throat easily on the down strokes. He laughed and said, “I like the way your soft lips caress the length of my shaft.”

He moved slowly at first, but as his excitement grew he leaned forward and rested his hands on either side of my chest. Soon he was pumping my mouth so hard that his balls were making a slapping sound against my face. He was fairly verbal, telling me suck his dick and calling me a faggot and a cocksucker. .

It was hard in this position but I still felt his dick tense up and his balls draw up. He must have busted a nut a nut for a week because when he broke loose he almost drowned me. Even with me swallowing as fast as I could cum still leaked out of the corners of my mouth and oozed down my face.

when he was spent, with the arrogance of an alpha male he wiped his dick clean on my face, pulled up his pants and left without a thank you or a good-by. It was obvious that to him my mouth was nothing but a cum-dumpster for his use.

I can hardly wait for his next visit.

The end..

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Kyle stared at his father in disbelief, was he really saying that Kyle had to work this summer? Kyle had intended to spend his time at their country club like he had last summer. It had been the summer between high school and college and he had had a great time. Not only did he work on his tan but he had gotten loads of cum from most of the life guards and some of the other members including some of his father’s friends. It had been awesome and now his father was fucking up his plans for this summer.

“Why Dad?”

“As I’ve already said, it’s time for you to take on some responsibility. I didn’t make it to where I am by sitting at pool. It’s time for you to pitch in on your college costs.”

“Why, we’ve got more money than we can spend. This is bullshit.”

“Watch you language. Here’s the deal, you have to work or I’m not going to pay for your tuition and other expenses this fall including your car insurance.” Damn, he couldn’t give up his Audi convertible.

“Okay, I got it, but I don’t know how to find a job.”

“I’ve got that covered, a business acquaintance of mine owns a string of shoe stores and he agreed to take you on. He’s got an opening at his store at Fashion Square. You start on Monday.”

“You had this all planned, didn’t you?” His Dad just smiled.

On Monday morning Kyle showed up at the store. It was a pretty upscale store and mall so Kyle had worn a nice pair of slacks, shirt and tie. He had even worn a pair of shoes that he had actually bought at this store. The manager, a woman in her 40’s who obviously had had some work done, had him fill out all the needed paperwork and gave him a tour of the store including the huge back room where the shoes were stored. She introduced him to the rest of the staff. Obviously only gook looking young people were hired. The two girls who were working that day were both blonde, fit and well-dressed. There was only one other guy working, Tony, who was also handsome with a great body. Kyle caught himself staring. Kyle fit right in. At 5’10” and 165 pounds his body was perfectly proportioned and toned. With his dirty blonde hair and blue/green eyes he actually was quite striking.

Over the next couple of days he learned what designers the store carried and where they were all stored in the backroom. He also began to notice that the girls that worked at the store, and he had met several more, tended to like serving other women. Which made sense since they knew more about women’s shoes than men’s’. Both Kyle and Tyler took care of both men and women. Tyler seemed more successful at getting women to buy up or buy more due to his charm. Kyle hating serving women. They would hit on him and when he rebuffed them they usually left without a purchase Kyle knew much more about men’s shoes than anyone and enjoyed the male customers.

Kyle hit on Tyler a couple of times in the backroom but Tyler was either oblivious to what he was doing or just wasn’t interested. Kyle was disappointed and was getting hornier by the day. Unlike the previous summer, Kyle didn’t have the same amount of free time to chase cock. He hadn’t been to the country club since he had started his job and was too young to get into any of the gay clubs. Unlike the clubs near his college, who would let anyone in, these clubs really made sure not to let anyone in who was under 21.

The hornier that Kyle got the more he would look at the crotches of men that he was assisting as he wondered what was underneath their pants or shorts. One day, when the manager was going over sale figures, it became apparent that Kyle was making more sales to men than he was to women and the reverse was true for Tyler. The next day in the backroom, after another failed attempt to hook up with Tyler, Kyle proposed that whenever they were working together that he whould take care of all the men and Tyler should take care of the women. Tyler thought about for a moment, realized it made sense, and agreed to the plan. With this new approach Kyle was seeing twice as many men and sales for both of them were up which pleased the manager.

One morning Kyle overslept and didn’t have the time to beat off like he usually did every morning so when he arrived at work he was even hornier than usual. Whether it was his horniness or just a stroke of luck, Kyle started changing how he worked with customers. After he had brought out several pairs of shoes to a man he was assisting, he would place one hand on the man’s inner thigh while he raised his foot with the other hand. After keeping his hand on the man’s thigh just a beat too long he would pull his hand away to remove the shoe from the man’s foot. He would do this with each pair he brought out. When he could tell which way the man dressed he would be sure to use that leg.

When it was a particularly hot man, Kyle would sort of slide his hand down the thigh. So far, no one seemed unhappy with Kyle’s technique, in fact sometimes it was apparent that it was having the desired effect when he saw some definite movement. Most of the time the man would become embarrassed and took several of the pairs that they had tried on so they could pay and get out. Other times the men would give Kyle a knowing look and would keep trying on shoes.

One Saturday a smoking hot guy came into the store. He looked to be in his late 20’s to early 30’s. Taller than Kyle and in great shape. He came in the store with an equally hot woman. They spoke for a moment and then she left the store. Kyle went up to the man to ask him what he was looking for. Kyle had to hold back from touching the man’s bicep, which was a weakness of Kyle’s. The man listed off several different designers that he wanted to try. He also told Kyle he was interested in both business and casual shoes.

“That’s quite a lot of shoes sir.”

“Don’t worry, I’ve got the time, my girlfriend is off to buy some new clothes and it will take her forever. By the way I wear a 12.”

Kyle went into the backroom and gathered up several pairs of different styles to show the man. When he met the man at one of the chairs the man sat down and spread his legs. It was obvious to Kyle that the man dressed to the right and that the myth about shoe size was correct for this man.

Kyle used his new technique with the man. With each pair of shoes, Kyle got more brazen. He would put his hand farther up the man’s inner thigh until his was just about an inch from the end of the man’s cock. Once, when Kyle could take his eyes off of the outline of the man’s cock and looked up, that man was smiling at him.

The man picked out several pairs of shoes and Kyle led him to the register to check out. After signing the receipt the man said “meet me at the food court”. It wasn’t a question. Instead of taking his shoes with him the man said he would be back to pick them up later. Kyle watched the man leave the store and saw the man look back at him. Kyle went up to the manager, “do you mind if I take my break now?” She said sure and Kyle left heading for the food court. When he got there he saw that the man was waiting by the hallway that led to the bathrooms. The man looked Kyle in the eyes and then turned, went down the hall, and entered the men’s room. Kyle followed. The man was at a urinal with his cock out. Kyle took the urinal next to the man who took a step back so that Kyle had a good view of what he was holding. It was an impressive sight, the man could be in porn.

When they were the only two in the john the man turned, cock still hanging out, and went to the handicapped stall. As an upscale mall, these stalls had doors that went all the way to the floor. Kyle followed the man in and was pleased to see that the man was stroking his cock making it larger.

The man reached for Kyle’s throat and undid his tie, pulling it from around his neck. He then took the tie and wrapped it around his cock and balls, knotting it and pulling it tight, creating a make shift cock ring. The man looked down at his cock and then up into Kyle’s eyes and then back down. Kyle took the hint, he got down on his knees in front of the man. Kyle lifted the mans’ rigid, blood filled, cock like he was inspecting it, leaned in and started to lick the man’s hairless balls. Slowly, Kyle moved his tongue to the base of the man’s cock and licked several times. With slow deliberation Kyle worked his way up the shaft until he was licking the head of the man’s dick. He moved his tongue all around the crown before taking it in his mouth. It had been so long, Kyle savored the flavor of the man. With each movement of his lips and lap of his tongue, more and more of the man’s cock entered Kyle’s mouth until his lips reached the base. Kyle held it there feeling the man’s heartbeat through his cock.

As Kyle continued to worship his favorite thing, both men could hear the comings and goings of men through the bathroom. Toilets flushing and sinks being turned on and off became the background for Kyle’s work. Now this was the way to service a customer.

After a few minutes of cock worship, the man undid the tie letting lose with a load of spunk that filled Kyle’s mouth. It had been so long since Kyle had tasted any cum he sipped it like a fine wine before swallowing every last drop. The man pulled his cock free of Kyle’s mouth, wiped it with some toilet paper and then pulled his pants back up.

“I have to meet my girlfriend. I’ll be back to pick up my shoes later, just before closing. Try to make yourself available when I get back, I’d like to have a little more time to enjoy all that you have to offer. Kyle affirmed he would still be around and then waited to leave the stall until after the man had left.

Later that evening, just before closing, the man reappeared with another equally hot man in tow. They wandered around looking at shoes until the manager said they were closing. The man said to the manager that he had come back to pick up the shoes he had purchased earlier in the day and asked if he could get some help taking them out to his car. Kyle volunteered. After putting the shoes in the trunk of the car, the three men went to a darkened corner of the parking structure where Kyle serviced his customer once again as well as the friend.

Kyle didn’t know if it was because of the customer he had serviced or if it was just his technique but over the next several weeks, almost daily, he would service new customers in the handicapped stall. Instead of beating off in the morning, he would beat off when he got home thinking about his excellent customer service.

One day the manager said the owner of the shoe store had done a couple of undercover visits to the store recently to check on what they had been doing to have had such an increase in sales particularly both Kyle and Tony. She also told them that he would be stopping by at closing time to speak with the entire staff.

The owner, who looked vaguely familiar, showed up just as we were closing the doors to the store. He briefly talked to the entire staff congratulating us on our outstanding sales numbers. He then asked to speak to me and Tony alone.

“Gentlemen, it’s obvious to me, based on the numbers I have been shown, that the increase in sales is directly related to you two. It’s apparent you’ve both done what it takes to make sales.” Kyle and Tony looked at each other. “Tony, from the gossip I’ve been hearing around the country club, it seems you’ve been providing special services to some of your customers after working hours.” Kyle realized that Tony was fucking some of the women who shopped at the store. He also remembered where he had seen the owner, at the country club talking to his father.

“For your extra efforts there will be a bonus in your next pay check. Keep making the customers happy. Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to speak to Kyle alone please.” Tony thanked the owner and left the store.

“Now you young man, a couple of times when I’ve stopped by the store I’ve noticed that after you’ve helped some of our male customers you go on your break. I followed you one time and saw you go into the men’s room right after your customer went in. I followed and saw that the only door that was closed was the handicapped stall. Just like Tony has done, it seems you’ve really gone the extra mile for our customers.”

The owner stepped closer to Kyle. “While I appreciate the effort, I would hate to let something slip the next time I run into your father at the club.” As he said this as he was rubbing the front of his slacks. “What do you think we can do to make sure I don’t do that?”

Kyle moved closer to the owner and dropped to his knees. Using both hands he opened up the zipper of the owner’s slacks and put his fingers in the opening finding the man’s cock. It was already hardening so it took some work to get it out. The owner had a hefty piece of man meat, both long and thick. The owner put his hand on the back of Kyle’s head and roughly pulled it toward his cock. “Suck it!”

Holding the base, Kyle wrapped his lips around the head of the owner’s cock. “You can do better than that son.” The owner pulled Kyle’s mouth down his shaft, slowing only enough to allow Kyle to get used to the size of his cock. The owner made small movements with his hips continually pushing the tip of his cock against the back of Kyle’s throat. Kyle tried to moan in pleasure but his mouth was too full of cock to elicit a sound.

The owner removed his hand from the back of Kyle’s head but was happy to see that Kyle didn’t try to move off of his cock. As the owner continued to make small movements he took off his suit jacket and threw it over some nearby cartons filled with shoe boxes. After removing his jacket, the owner put his hands on either side of Kyle’s face, holding his head in place and began making longer thrusts, pulling his cock almost all the way out and then driving it back in. “You’re getting me close son, but I’ll be ready for another round quickly.”

Kyle grabbed on to the owner’s ass to keep from losing his balance as the thrusts got more intense and he could feel the man clenching and unclenching his ass muscles, like he was trying to hold off spilling his seed for as long as he could. Soon he couldn’t and Kyle felt several shots of cum hit the back of his throat. The owner held Kyle’s face in place as he kept his cock deep in Kyle’s mouth enjoying the sensation and then he pulled back slowly allowing Kyle to taste the cum that was still dripping from the owner’s cock. Finally the man pulled his cock free.

“Get up. Take your clothes off.” Looking into the owner’s face, Kyle removed his tie, unbuttoned and took off his shirt, kicked off his shows and lowered his pants before stepping out of them. “I bet your customers would like to see you like this sometime.” Kyle stood there, naked, with his cock sticking straight out. “Turn around, let me see that ass.”

Kyle turned and the man stepped forward and cupped one of his ass cheeks in his hand. “So young.” The owner steered Kyle toward a table where they sorted the shoes as they were delivered. “Get up on the table, on your back.”

As Kyle raised himself on the table, the owner slide his slacks down so that they were around his ankles. “It’s a good thing my cock is slick from your spit and my cum. Pull your legs back.” Kyle grabbed his legs behind his knees and pulled them toward his chest. “You know, I did here a rumor last summer that you used to spread your legs for some of the lifeguards at the club. They probably got so excited over a piece of your ass that they probably came in a few minutes. This is going to be a different experience for you.”

Holding on to his cock, the owner spread his cum and Kyle’s spit all around Kyle’s asshole. He removed his hand and placed the tip of his cock against the now slick hole and just using his hips pushed the head of his cock through Kyle’s ass ring and held it there.

“How does that feel son?”

“Good, sir.”

Instead of grabbing hold of Kyle’s hips, the owner grabbed the sides of the table and pulled himself forward driving more of his long, thick cock into Kyle. This time when Kyle moaned there was nothing in his mouth to stop the sound.

“Sounds like you like that.” Not waiting for a response, the owner drove his cock in as far as it would go. Kyle arched his back and then pushed back. “It’s nice to see that you know what you want.”

Over the next 15 minutes the man continued to drill Kyle’s ass. Sometimes slow and sometimes hard but always to the hilt. Toward the end Kyle started to beat his own dick faster and faster. Again, Kyle arched his back and let fly with a load of his young seed and as he did, he clenched down on the owner’s cock causing his to cum a second time that evening.

Just as the owner was pulling his cock out of Kyle’s ravaged hole the back door of the store opened and Tony walked in saying he had forgotten something. He just stood there staring at the owner with his pants down around his ankles and Kyle laying naked on the table.

“Tony, my boy, why don’t you come over here and have some of your colleague’s sweet ass. Just consider it another part of your bonus.”

Tony hesitated for a minute and then walked closer. Even though Tony couldn’t see his face, Kyle smiled.

Be Well,

Chad

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BRIEF REVIEW OF PART ONE BEFORE WE LEARN WHAT GERALD AND ZACK DECIDE ABOUT MORE SEX ON DAY TWO

Gerald and Zack had been best friends since the 6th grade. They had been varsity members of their high school baseball team and during their four years as college undergraduates they had been roommates. Gerald graduate with a pre-med degree in Biology and Zack received a degree in accounting and got his CPA certification.

The next Fall after receiving his B.S. degree, Gerald began his first year in medical school. They were both then 23-years-of-age. Although Zack was gay, they had never engaged in gay sex because Gerald was straight and had a longtime girlfriend. Four months into the year in medical school, Gerald invited his buddy Zack to come visit him for the weekend. Everything changed that first night when they shared Gerald’s bed.

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SATURDAY: DAY TWO——-WOULD THERE BE MORE SEX?

Gerald and Zack slept late Saturday morning after a wild Friday night in bed. They showered around 10 AM and then went out for a late brunch. They were somewhat subdued and shared very few words on the way to brunch.. Their minds seemed to be racing of thoughts about the night before when straight Gerald had fucked his best friend, the very closeted gay Zack. How had it happened that Gerald had just cheated on his longtime girlfriend? In fact, they had gone together as a couple for over 7 years.

Zack picks up the story here. After what seemed like an eternity of silence, I decided during brunch to broach the issue with my buddy Gerald and determine once and for all how the incredible sensuous sex we had the night before would affect our friendship of many years. Although I’d never enjoyed anything more than last night’s sex, I thought I might die if I lost my best friend just because of a night of gay sex. I had to know.

“Gerald buddy, we have both been so quite this morning: What are you thinking? Are you upset about the sex last night? Are you regretting what we did? I think I would die if I lost my best friend over this.”

“OH Zack, I’m so sorry that I just shut down. I admit I’m in a sate of confusion. What do I do? Sarah has been my girlfriend for over 7 years. She is such a neat and kind person. But I must confess that no one has ever meant so much to me as my friendship with you. You’ve been my best friend since 6tth grade. We have been through so much together and we have told one another secrets that no one else knows. I love you so much revealing why I came on to you last night in bed. And you need to know that was the most awesome sex I’ve ever had. Your body and touch is the most sexy one I’ve ever touched and that orgasm last night caused me to see stars. I’ve never had such a powerful mind blowing climax. OK, I admit I’m lusting after you right now. I’m horny thinking about how great it would be to have you suck my cock, eat my ass and feel your beautiful cock up my ass.”

“Gee Gerald, I’ve never felt such erotic pleasure as when you sucked my cock and fucked me last night. I know my being gay and a virgin until last night explains part of my joy but my longtime love for you made the sex even more special like no one else could give me. But I’m ready to accept whatever you decide regarding Sarah and me or who you decide to choose. I just need to remain your best friend.”

It seemed as if a heavy load was lifted off both our shoulders with this honest conversation. We spent that Saturday playing tennis, touch football with some of Gerald’s medical student friends and went to a nice dinner with the other first year medical students at the home of the Dean of the Medical School. His wife had a great seven course meal.

As we arrived back at Gerald’s apartment around 9 PM, the moment of truth had arrived. We had a couple of hard drinks and then stripped off all our clothes except our briefs and got in bed. My heart began to run wild wondering how our dilemma would be resolved. I might not slept all night from the anticipation. I laid close to hot Gerald; smelt his manly sexy odors; and felt the heat from his gorgeous body that had me rock hard. I waited to see what Gerald wanted or or what he had decided. It was his move to make.

In about five minutes, Gerald kicked the covers off the bed as he had done on Friday night, he jumped on top of me, spread his sexy body down on top of my frame and began to hump me as he had done the night before. Gerald drilled his crotch hard into me. I felt his big hard cock drive into my cock. Both our cocks were as hot and stiff as an iron pipe. He pounded his crotch harder and harder into me. Soon our briefs became soaked with the precum from our cocks and growing streams of body sweat.

Within a few seconds, he placed his hot wet lips on my lips and then he took his tongue and parted my lips while driving his tongue deep into my mouth, as we began to engage in sloppy loud French kissing. We kissed and humped for several minutes. It was obvious that Gerald had made his decision. He would be my fuck buddy and best friend. I was in a pure lascivious state of nirvana. Gerald was now my fuck buddy and lover. Both our enduring loving friendships and carnal lust for each other had won.

After some ten minutes of the most awesome melting of our bodies and incredible sex, Gerald got off of me with the most seductive penetrating eyes boring a hole in my weeping eyes. He was truly my soul mate and fuck partner. We ripped off our briefs and once again glared at our buddies hot naked body.

With a huge seductive smile, Gerald laid his naked body down next to me on his back on the bed; spread his muscular legs and hard thighs far apart; revealed his blood filled cock that jetted out from his dark patch of pubic hair; placed his hard arms, protruding biceps and soft hands above his head that left his total naked body exposed to me and an invitation to have easy access to this hunk; and then he said: “OH FUCK Zack, I want you to suck my cock, eat my ass and fuck my man pussy just like we agreed last night. Yea, I’ve made my decision. It is you that I want and that I must have from now on. Shit, call it what you want, gay, fag, slut or a man’s man, I’m yours from now on. Please fuck me and give me your seed after you suck my cock and eat my ass. Go for it my hot fuck buddy.”

I could hardly breath from the excitement, primitive lust, carnal desires, primordial animal instincts and true love for my best friend. In front of my eyes, there was this horny man with the most provocative huge pulsating cock, big juicy balls and a fresh piece of meat in the form of his pink shaven puckering ass. My cock had never been this hard, thick and aching for action before. I was close to coming as I felt a raging heat in my testicles. I’d have to work fast on my buddy.

I went down on my best friend, licked between his sweaty balls and asshole until they were wet with my saliva; I buried my face in his crotch as I slowly kissed and sucked on his big balls feeling the heat building in his nuts; I slid my tongue up and down his fat cock shaft; took the big purple cock head in my mouth and held it there for awhile as I milked the precum droppings out of his piss slit; I began to slowly swallow his thick red-hot cock inch by inch to the back of my throat until I was deep throating that awesome tool; I sucked his cock by coming almost all the way off except for the tip of his cock head and then took his swollen cock deep down my throat over and over; and I used my middle finger to fuck his asshole while I gave him his best blowjob ever.

After all that, I took my tongue, parted his ass ring and sucked on his ass with my lips and pushed my tongue as far as I could into his ass entrance. I rimmed that pink soft smooth ass for at least five minutes while he bucked and moaned with lust.

During all my attention on Gerald’s crotch, he bucked his hips like a wild horse, let out rather wild loud primitive screams, moaned as if he was in a state of pure ecstasy, and begged: “OH YEA, OH FUCK, OH SHIT, YEA GIVE IT TO ME, SUCK THAT COCK, EAT MY ASS, PLAY WITH MY BALLS, OH HOLLY FUCK, DAMN YOU’RE GOOD, PLEASE FUCK ME NOW.”

That was it. I took a bottle of scented lube, lubed his ass, lubed my swollen cock, put a pillow under his beautiful ass and lowered my cock to the entrance to that gorgeous man pussy. As his ass puckered inviting my cock, I was so horny that I plunged my cock all the way into his virgin ass chute with one thrust. The feel of his ass walls, his prostate and his ass muscles around my cock was like as piston running an engine. I fucked Gerald with no mercy. I’d lost all control with the lust and heat in my cock and balls. He loved what I was doing as he yelled: “Oh Fuck, Oh shit Zack, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, yea that is it. Shoot that man seed into my man pussy. Give it to me.”

The feel of his ass muscles surrounding my cock, the soft wet feel of his ass and the dirty talk caused me to erupt with a torrent of thick sticky cum deep inside my best friends ass. I flooded his ass with a mother load of my cum.

When spent, I pulled out, went down on his aching and leaking cock with my mouth and began giving him a hot wild blowjob. I knew he could not last as he was horny as hell from all that cock that had been in his ass and the cum that was dripping from his ass. I felt his balls tighten and incredibly his cock grew at least another inch. His piss slit opened wide, I felt the veins in his cock shaft pulsating on my tongue and soon I tasted the salty warm huge load of cum fill my mouth. I held it in my mouth until he was spent then I pulled off that cum covered cock, went up to his mouth and spit a large portion of his cum in his mouth. I began to kiss him as we shared the cum meal. Then I went back down on his cock and used my mouth to clean the last drops off his cock. WOW, what a night it had turned out to be.

After we showered and went back to bed, Gerald said: “Well, my loving buddy, you know I’m now yours. From now on, we are not only best friends but also permanent fuck buddies. I want to marry you and spend the rest of my life with you. I’ll let my neat girlfriend down real easy and encourage her to visit here so I can introduce her to my hot medical school fellow male students. Maybe she will find a husband here.”

“Oh Gerald my love, you have made me the luckiest guy on the planet. YES, YES, YES, I’ll marry you. I love you so much. You are my world.”

I had the best nights sleep of my young life, as did Gerald. We were as HAPPY as any couple in the world.

June 5, 1849

Hillsborough County, Florida

Henry brought in the pail of water and set it on the table. His mother had left him to get washing done while she attended to Master Johnson. There had been such strife of late, the fighting with the Indians and some of the Blacks joining them that it made the masters all fearful. They became stricter with the slaves, selling off those that scared them or those they thought would bring trouble at the first opportunity. Henry’s oldest brother and sister had both been sold last winter and his mother, Harriett, had been despondent every since, and she became even more guarded with Henry.

Henry didn’t know his father but he knew not to mention it any more. He had asked for years about his father but his mother and others on the plantation told him not to speak of it. It was his older brother, James, who finally took him down to the river and sitting on its bank watching the slow moving waters heading to the Gulf told him how Master Johnson’s oldest son forced himself on their mother and he was the resulting bastard child. It tore at Henry to think of it, for he understood what his brother meant, for he was fifteen now and he understood the nature of sex, and when it was for pleasure and when it was not. Henry had looked at his brother and saw how he too was light skinned with hair straighter than the others with green eyes.

“Do you know your daddy?”

James had sat quiet for a long time then just shook his head and Henry knew their mother, such a beautiful woman, had been forced upon by someone else, and he knew it had probably been the Master, for who else would have given his son the idea three years later.

The sun was low on the horizon and the gnats swarmed in large clouds and as the wind died down the mosquitoes began in earnest. Henry went out and sat on the threshold under the small lean to roof over the door waiting on his mother. He fanned at mosquitoes and gnats waiting patiently. He could see the Master’s house which sat on a small knoll overlooking the plantation with candlelight illuminating most of the lower floor and a couple of the upstairs windows.

He turned and looked down toward the river, the one James, Lily and he had fished in often, swam in whenever they could find the free time, especially during the hot summer months and he felt their absence, the cruelty of it and he forced himself to look away and not dwell on it anymore. He let his eyes scan the low rough brush and trees that surrounded them and he thought of those Indians down further south hiding in the swamp and everglades not letting the white man capture them and take them out west, or out into the Gulf dumping them into the waters as some of the other Blacks believed. He wondered what it was like to live in the swamp avoiding capture living free of the whip and hot box. He been made to stay in the hot box once and he remembered how his mother had screamed and cried for he was only twelve. But he had talked back to the Master who wouldn’t tolerate it, not even from children and believed in punishing them until they learned better.

Suddenly he heard shouting and looking up toward the Master’s house he saw smoke billowing out of the upper floor windows and people were running back and forth across the pasture and in front of the house. The pop of gun fire followed by screaming and Henry stood up about to head to house knowing his mother was there. He hesitated then started toward the house but Elijah came running up, the Master’s favorite slave, the one he allowed to stay in the house, and he looked afraid, more than he had ever looked before. Henry saw how he had not put on his clothes properly with his shirt unbutton and hanging loose and he was barefoot.

“Henry! Oh God, Henry, get your ass back inside. Come on” Elijah whispered as he ran up to Henry grabbing him by the arm. Back inside Henry stood in the middle of the one room cabin watching Elijah run around the room gathering up clothes and other items putting them in a feed sack. “Come on boy, don’t just stand there, you have to pack up and go. Do you hear me, you have to go” he exclaimed with his voice trembling with fear. “Oh god…your mother…” and he stopped suddenly and turned to Henry, “I’m sorry Henry but she’s gone. She’s gone and not coming back.”

Henry was in shock, the sudden realization of his fears and he stood staring at Elijah who moved slower for a while gently placing a few more items in the sack, a fork, a knife, a tin plate, and when he got to the small table he lifted up a small picture Harriett had mounted on a board, a drawing someone had done of a beach with huts with people playing or fishing along the shore and he placed it in the sack with the other items. Elijah came up to Henry holding the sack out.

“Henry, I’m sorry but you have to go and go now. Take this and go by Millie’s cabin for she has some provisions to give you and you get out of here. Head south and trust no one, black or white. Do you hear me?”

Henry nodded his head slowly as he took the sack. Elijah led him out of the cabin and hugged him tightly. When Elijah let go he pushed Henry toward Millie’s cabin and Henry, in shock and feeling completely alone, walked then ran into the darkness. Millie met him outside her cabin with one of the bags they used in the Master’s garden to pick vegetables and slipped the strap over Henry’s head so it would hang by his side. She said nothing as tears ran down her dark brown cheeks but she grabbed him by the shoulders and kissed him on the forehead, then pushed him away, pushed him toward the south.

For days Henry roamed through the countryside avoiding any development or settlement no matter how small. He slept in trees and when the weather turned bad he would find a barn or abandoned shack risking capture to get some much needed rest. He had had the full moon at first allowing him to travel at night but as the moon phased toward the new moon he began to shift to sleeping at night and traveling during the day. He knew he was miles south of Master Johnson’s plantation and in a territory still sparsely populated so the risk of being caught was far less a chance.

Although he headed in a generally southern direction, the creeks and rivers made him cut inland to find a place to get across without being seen and where it was safe for the alligators floated along many of the rivers hunting for prey. He zigzagged along the territory until he came to the upper edges of a great swamp with tall cypress trees that blocked out the sun. He lived among the trees going along the edge of the swamp for months fishing and trapping animals for food and on occasion stealing from a garden plot or a few times from some settler who had staked a claim on some parcel. Months passed and Henry learned the lay of the land, where to fish or hunt and more importantly the best places to camp. At night he heard the growl of the panther or the splashing in the water of something being taken down and he slept fitfully, always alert to some new sound, something menacing such as the white man hunting in the swamp.

He saw signs of the Indians, their footpaths, the garden plots they had hidden in the swamp and on occasion he found their canoes hidden in the underbrush. It would be nearly year before he saw the first Indian.

He had stolen a canvas tarp from some soldiers who had been patrolling the swamp. They had left their camp suddenly in pursuit of some Indians one of them had seen and Henry, having been watching them for days from up in the trees, had sneaked into their camp and stole the tarp and some food. He had also built a small raft, a crude thing that floated unevenly and constantly threatened to toss him overboard, but it allowed him to venture deeper into the swamp and with the tarp he set up camp on the small islands within it.

He was on one such island, sleeping well past sun up for he stayed up most of the night and the sun rose up high in the sky till it could shine down on the tarp. He was half awake, alert as always to any sound but it was a shadow passing over the tarp that woke him. He lay listening for a long time but heard nothing. It was the shadow of someone walking up to his tarp again that drew him out.

He rolled over expecting the worst and saw it was an Indian, a young male, about his own age, who stood looking down on him. They stared at each other a long time neither saying anything.

“Why are you alone?” the Indian finally asked his English slightly broken.

“I have no family.”

“You run from white man?”

Henry wasn’t sure he should admit he was on the run but he thought of all the stories of how the Indians were doing the same.

“Yes.”

“We run too.”

Suddenly there was the noise of someone coming through the trees and the Indian boy motioned for Henry to be quiet as he moved off into the undergrowth and disappeared. The swamp grew quiet, only the sound of birds could be heard.

Henry eventually got up and hunted for food and a new camp site, unsure if he was safe having been discovered. He wasn’t sure who to trust and his fear made him keep himself concealed. He found a long narrow island with an open area in the middle canopied by a large live oak and the grasses grew up tall along the bank concealing anyone lying low. Henry made camp under the tree but when darkness descended he heard the sound of animals moving in the water and near by so he climbed up the live oak to a high branch and tied himself off. He leaned back and eventually fell asleep.

The branch shook slightly and Henry woke to find the Indian boy sitting in front of him watching him intently.

“I’m Nokosi” the Indian boy said.

“No…koosi?” Henry replied.

The Indian boy smiled and leaned toward Henry, “It means Bear, so call me Bear.”

“Bear” Henry repeated and he smiled back, “I’m Henry.”

“Henry” Bear repeated. “Come Henry let me show you better place to sleep.”

So began an unusual friendship with Bear taking Henry along with him through the old swamp, canoeing through the tall cypress trees and out into open grass lands with the constant flow of water and wildlife at every turn. Bear’s people roamed though the swamp, going from one island to the next each with some provision, some vegetable crop or good fishing or just a remote place far from the white man’s searches. They welcomed Henry into their tribe, made him a part of their people, showed him their ways, and more importantly, showed him how to survive.

Henry realized Bear seemed different from the others, more independent in nature, always leading just the two of them off on some adventure. They would travel for days at a time, just the two of them. Several times they paddled their way across the wide open grasslands till they reached the far coast where they would camp on some remote beach and watch the sun rise up early in the morning over the waters. They would paddle to areas along the coast where they could watch the while man’s ships circling around the peninsula and head into the Gulf and Henry wondered often if those ships carried more slaves from Africa.

It was always late in the day, exhausted from their adventures and sitting around a fire eating whatever food they had hunted or gathered that Henry felt a closeness to Bear he didn’t understand, a comfort with him he’d never known before. As Bear moved around their camp he would watch him, watch how he moved going about his tasks. Bear let his hair grow long and let it hang loose most of the time and his body was deeply tanned with a skin tone nearly as dark as Henry’s. When Bear sat next to him, their bodies so close they bumped against each other Henry felt it inside, felt a sensation that confused him but he couldn’t pull away. He didn’t want to pull away.

Henry noticed how the girls of the tribe approached Bear, flirting with him and Henry was always relieved to see Bear politely brush them off. He knew his sense of jealously had to be wrong but he couldn’t help the way he felt. And he was even more anxious when one of the girls approached him. He just wanted to be with Bear out in the swamp or on one of the beaches, the two of them on some adventure. And for two years Bear and he had their adventures.

Bear had told Henry he was a special person, someone with a good spirit, someone he liked very much for he loved their places in the swamp and grasslands, going with him as one. Bear didn’t realize Henry would have followed him anywhere.

One summer day the sky clouded up with winds out of the east and Henry understood as well as anyone else in the tribe it was going to be rough weather and soon. Bear came up beside him and watched the fast moving clouds, the way they floated across the sky blocking out the sun.

“Henry, everyone is getting ready for the storm. I want to go where we can watch the storm move over the grasslands. Would you like that?”

“Yes.”

Bear’s family tried to get them to stay but it didn’t take long for Bear and Henry to load up a canoe and paddle eastward. Henry knew where they were heading. They had been there many times before. It was a place the two of them had built themselves. A small hut built up off the ground on stilts as was the custom, but this one was higher for during heavy rains water ran over all the ground. They paddled with a steady fast rhythm, their muscular arms flexing with each stroke as they made their way through the swamp, cutting down familiar open sections and meandering through areas of tall cypress.

It had begun to rain before they reached the hut and they paddled into the wind that blew strongly through the swamp. They reached the hut late in the day with the rain falling so hard their canoe was half full of water. They rushed to get their provisions inside and the canoe tied off on the western side of the hut. They checked the blankets they kept in the hut and searched around for snakes or other animals. When they had the hut set up they moved to one side and wrapped up in a blanket the two of them shivering from being wet and the air getting cooler so quickly. The rain fell heavily and as they watched they eventually warmed up some but their wet pants still were uncomfortable.

“I’m getting out of these wet clothes” Bear said as he rose up and slipped the wet garments down his legs. He laid them out beside him on the floor to dry and pulled the blanket tight around him.

It seemed wrong somehow but Henry felt the itch of his wet pants and so he lifted up and slipped them off. Laying them to the side he wrapped his end of the blanket back around his torso. His nakedness felt so raw but he did feel better, his skin able to dry off and he warmed up quickly. Bear was so close they brushed against each other and Henry struggled with his thoughts, the feelings he didn’t understand and he felt his cock rise up and begin to grow erect.

“Henry, back in camp there were girls who liked you. Did you ever think about joining with one?” Bear asked.

Henry watched the rain fall as he shook his head no.

Bear placed a hand on Henry’s thigh, the touch warm and gentle, making Henry turn to Bear.

“Me neither” Bear said as he leaned to Henry and put his lips to Henry’s, gently pressing them together. Henry didn’t pull away, didn’t flinch, but relaxed to the kiss accepting it and kissed back. Neither understood their feelings but alone out in this wilderness they didn’t care. Bear slide his hand over Henry’s thigh and brushed his fingers along Henry’s cock, felt the way it grew hard and stretched out. Henry slipped one arm around Bear and eased down on his back pulling Bear with him.

Bear stroked Henry’s cock as he kissed him, moving from his lips to his neck around to his ear and then downward. He kissed and sucked on one nipple then rose up looking at Henry.

“Is this agreeable to you?”

“Yes” Henry whispered as he ran one hand through Bear’s long black hair feeling its silky softness slip through his fingers. Bear moved down and put his lips to Henry’s light brown skin and he moved them downward, slowly kissing the warm skin as he went till he was putting his tongue to the smooth skin just above Henry’s pubic hair brushing his face along the side of Henry’s cock as it flexed up and down over his abdomen.

Henry didn’t know what to expect, didn’t know what Bear would actually do but he wanted something, anything, and he inhaled deeply when he felt Bear touch his cock with his lips. Bear moved along his cock touching it with his lips, his tongue, and his breath, each hot against the shaft and the head.

“Bear” Henry whispered when he felt his cock slip between Bear’s lips and sink into his mouth. “OH” Henry cried out when Bear sucked on the head of his cock.

He was so aroused, his cock so hard it ached and when Bear moved his mouth up and down its length it didn’t take long. He soon began to push up with his hips driving his cock into Bear’s mouth and all too soon he felt his cum surge through his cock and explode into Bear’s mouth. He pumped his hips up and down while Bear sucked on his cock drawing out his load.

Henry was quickly spent and he fell back feeling exhausted and when Bear moved up next to him, their naked bodies pressed together, he kissed Henry and the odd taste of his own cum mingled between them. He was still aroused, his cock still hard and he reached down and held Bear’s cock in his hand, felt the hardness of the shaft, the way it filled his hand and flexed in his grip. He didn’t know how he knew it would work, didn’t understand his desire for it but he moved over Bear pushing him on his back. He sat up and rubbed his ass over Bear’s cock, felt it slide along his ass and he wanted it, wanted it inside his body and he rose up over Bear as he reached back and held up his cock.

“What are you doing?” Bear asked.

“I don’t know” Henry replied as he moved his ass down to Bear’s cock, felt it touch his opening, push against it as he let his weight drop down. Bear’s hands rested on his thighs and the touch was warm and gentle as Bear massaged the muscle with his long thin fingers. “Oh Bear” Henry cried out as he lowered himself feeling Bear penetrate his opening and sink into his hole. He moved slowly, feeling the pain of entry subside slowly, as inch by inch of Bear’s cock sank into his body.

The blanket fell completely away revealing Henry to Bear, his lean brown body, the small fan of pubic hair over his curved cock, the shaft so much darker than his body and Bear watched Henry move on him, up and down, his own cock disappearing inside Henry then Henry sliding his ass upward revealing the thick shaft, slick and shiny with their fuck.

Henry felt his hole loosen and Bear’s cock slid through his opening easily as he rode him, rocking his hips up and down, faster and faster, till he was grunting and moaning with each movement. Henry sank Bear’s cock easily into his hole, all the way each time as he dropped down and he moved faster and faster till his body was hot, his skin slick with the heat of his exertions.

“Oh Bear” Henry cried out as he moved down hard and began to stroke his own cock, his fist slamming down his shaft. Bear rose up and kissed Henry as he wrapped his arms around him. He felt the way Henry moved on top of him, felt the way Henry was stroking his own cock between their stomachs, Henry’s hand bumping against his own over and over.

“Henry…I’m going to…” Bear stammered and he forced Henry’s body down hard as he came, his cock pumping out its load deep inside of Henry. Henry moved up and down a few more times, his hand stroking his own cock and soon Bear felt Henry’s cum spatter against his chest.

The storm lasted for two days, two days Henry and Bear stayed inside the small hut where they watched it rain, watched how the flood waters ran over the ground heading toward the south and they tangled up together, their desires driving them together time and time again. They lay naked, limbs intertwined for the entire two days, touching, caressing, feeling the other, learning every curve and form of the other, and they experimented with their sex, learned how to pleasure the other till the storm was over and it was time to go back. The tribe knew something was different, more so than before, between Bear and Henry, but they didn’t interfere for it wasn’t in their nature to go against one’s place, their desires and when Henry and Bear made their own place in each camp, living as one, the tribe considered it their way.

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