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When I was just six months away from my twenty-first Birthday, George took me to Venice. He wanted to broaden my horizons. He installed me in a hotel on the lido as he knew I would want to swim. He had business to attend to but we’d meet up for lunch at some trattoria or small ristorante and I would tell him what I had been doing.

I had spent the first five somewhat hectic nights having sex with Bruno but now he had gone back to Prague, taken home by his family, and after my first lonely night, although I had slept like a baby, I had woken with an ache, missing those long legs that lean hard body and that mouth which kissed like no mouth I had then met. Wanking in the shower just wasn’t the same as being rimmed and sucked in it [or even doing that oneself to someone else]. My cum didn’t taste right when it wasn’t mixed with his. I had spent the morning moping, going for a swim and then taking the vaporetto into Venice in order to meet G for lunch.

G made fun of me gently and then suggested I broke away from the usual Renaissance Art with all that suggested homoeroticism and explored either the ancient docks or the markets on the north eastern side of the city. So I set off on a gentle wander after we parted. I hadn’t gone far when I found myself in a small deserted piazza where there was an enchanting statue of Carlo Goldoni the great Venetian-Italian playwright. Unlike usual statues, Goldoni is shown laughing and clearly having a wonderful time. Although no artist, in those days I sketched a bit and I always carried a pad and pencil. What I did was more like doodling, but the drawings acted as a memory jogger for me. As there was a convenient bench, I sat and tried to draw this statue of joy.

I hadn’t heard him approach but suddenly there was a soft laugh behind me and a young man reached over my shoulder, took the pencil from my hand and with a couple of strokes improved my drawing. He laughed again and with a great smile and a flood of Italian, moved round and sat beside me. His delight in companionship, the mega-watt smile and the fact that he exuded a warm welcoming sexuality, ensured that I was captivated.

He was tanned, slightly shorter than I was. He had brown eyes and dark curly hair. He was dressed in a faded t-shirt, wore a raggedy pair of denim shorts and at the end of his sunkissed legs had thong sandals on a pair of very beautiful feet. Haltingly I apologised that I spoke practically no Italian. By sign language and the occasional Italian and English word, we told each other we were both students; that I was on holiday and in answer to his obviously mimed questions, I admitted I had neither ragazza nor ragazzo: no serious girl or boy in my life. He told me that he lived nearby and his parents were away in Rome and asked in sign if I liked him. I laughed, nodded and looked directly into those dark eyes which were flecked with gold. He jumped up stood in front of me, put his hands on my shoulders and put his face up to mine, smiled and whispered

“You like – er – raporte sessuali in pommeriggio”

I looked blank. He lent forward and kissed me quickly on the mouth. “Sex – now?”

I grinned up at him. “Si…. yes please.”

He took my hand and with a mock bow ” Thees way” and led me down a street off the corner of the square then through an arch into a courtyard up some stone stairs to a big wooden door. He put his finger to his lips “sssh”. Opening the door he slipped through leading me after him, whispering, “Avanti, avanti.” We were in a stone flagged hall with a beautiful wooden staircase leading up two floors. We reached the second floor and he produced a key and let us into an apartment.

We had left seventeenth century Venice behind; the whole apartment was completely modern in decoration and furnishing. He danced ahead of me leading me past rooms and chattering away then, throwing open a door “Ecco!”

The room was dominated by a huge poster of a very beautiful man wearing a very expensive brand of underpants and nothing else. He was smouldering into the camera. His huge, defined jock-bulge, which was at average eye-level, meant that the world could see he had been circumcised and was almost certainly well above average size. Across the room was a, low, Super-King-size waterbed. My host threw wide his arms, said “Sex now!” took me in his arms and kissed me. His lips played across my lips; I opened my mouth and let his darting tongue play with mine, He reached down and groped my cock as it hardened. I placed my hands over his neat round bottom and pulled him against me before pushing denim deep into his crack .He was giving little groans of pleasure as I squeezed and stroked. He tore at my belt and nearly ripped my shorts off. He dropped to his knees and mouthed my cock through my cotton briefs.

I lifted him up. Kissed him deeply then pulled off his t-shirt then he did the same for me. I undid a solitary button and his shorts dropped to the ground. He was wearing nothing underneath. His cock was half-hard and rising between us. I moved to drop my pants.

“No!… no…” he held them up and we slipped down onto the undulating bed. There, as we floated, he covered my straining cock with his mouth. He sucked at it through the material until the panel was soaked in his saliva and my precum. He looked up at me and grinned. “Delizioso.” He took off my pants and sucked on the leaking head before crawling up my body to share the taste with me.

I realised all too soon that any sudden movements could provoke tempest-tossed seas in the bed either forcing us together or separating us and there was some difficulty in governing which. We stroked and caressed each other and I turned carefully so that I could examine his cock. Like me his was cut. Fully erect it was a bit more than six inches long with pinky-purple glans above a frill where his foreskin had been. His piss-slit was pulsing slightly, releasing a stream of sweet juice which I hungrily licked away. I stroked and kissed the slender shaft. He had a neat, very curly little brown bush which he obviously trimmed as it was in an almost perfect heart-shape and his shaved scrotum housed two very tempting oval cum-creators. I bathed them with my tongue and inhaled the faintly soap-scented maleness of him.

He nibbled the spread glans of my dick sending erotic charges through my whole nervous system. In reply I buried my nose and tongue in his curly- hair lined crack seeking out and finding his tight little puckered hole. I soaked it in saliva and tried to work my tongue into him. He cried out and almost bit the head of my cock. Muttering “Scusi!…scusi!.” he took the whole of my cock deep into his throat.

I probed with my tongue and then with spit covered fingers, first just one but soon two then three, till he was opening up. He rocked away from me for a moment then back having turned round so our heads met and we kissed. “I have the lubi,” he murmured. With a practiced agility he slipped off the bed went to a chest and produced a tube of KY. He stood at the end of the bed looking down at me with that huge smile lighting up in his eyes as he reached round to spread finger-fulls of jelly up his ass. He dropped on top of me. “We fuck-fuck? You fuck me pleeez” We kissed. He rose above me, He lubed my strainingly rampant cock and then slowly sat, impaling himself with my cock. He sank slowly on top of me until my pubic and his ass hair were matting together.

After a moment he began to work his anal muscles and as the water mattress lapped around us his enthusiastic chute started to suck the sperm from my balls. It was an experience like no other, yet looking back I wonder now if this is what it would be like to have sex in space, sex in a weightless environment. It seemed that in no time I was firing great volumes of spunk deep into his gut. The bed rocked and undulated in time to my rising and falling hips but we were locked together. Eventually he fell forward onto me and as we lay still and kissed, the waters calmed. I was still buried in him but shrinking. At last my so tender head slipped out of him bringing a sticky trail of mixed cum and a-juice. He reached down wiped his fingers over my cock and we shared the taste of us.

With an unpractised care I slipped down him and took his so-stiff weapon in my mouth. I sucked, I tongued, I swallowed and in a short time his breath quickened and with a glorious cry of triumph he came. I drank the first explosions and retained the later spurts, then cleaning him moved back to share his cum with him as we folded each other into an embrace of satisfied repleteness.

I was able to tell George, later that I had spent a very productive afternoon in “modern” Venice and intended to explore further in the days remaining of my time in this wonderful sexy city.

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His pouty lips, which held a constant snarl caused by a small scar on the left side of the upper lip, transformed him from just another pretty face into a ruggedly good-looking man with an aura of sexual excitement. When I looked up and saw him in the bar’s mirror as he stood there waiting for his vision to adjust to the dim lighting, he took my breath away. His eyes caught mine through the mirror and he noticed my wide-eyed stare. The snarl almost turned into a grin. He came over, stood next to me at the bar, ignoring me, and said nothing.

It was a small, straight bar in downtown Chicago, near my hotel. I had just gotten into town and wasn’t looking for thrills, but I had wanted a beer before going to bed. Feeling his physical presence next to me, however, and sensing his strength and reacting to his good looks, I reconsidered. As the bartender came towards us, I held my breath and asked him, “Can I buy ya a beer?”

He looked directly into my eyes. My heart did a flip-flop. Up close he was even better looking: a clean-cut, muscular hunk a few years younger than myself. After a moment’s hesitation, he said, “Yeah, sure. Thanks,” in a husky voice, and then looked away as if disinterested in me. Somehow that apparent disinterest fueled my desire for him. The beer arrived promptly.

“Whacha doin’ this evening?” I asked as he took a long pull on the beer right out of the bottle.

“Just got into town,” he answered without looking at me.

“Me, too,” I said, my heart pounding.

He gave me a slow once over, and took another long pull on the beer. “Got an exhibition game, tomorrow,” he informed me, off-handedly, as though he were bored.

“Oh? What kind of game?” I asked.

“Baseball.”

“Hey, I played college ball,” I told him excitedly.

“What position?” he asked.

“Second base.”

“No shit? That’s what I play.” Sudden interest lit up his face.

The ice was broken. We’d been down the same road. We had a rapid exchange of school names, stats, and baseball experience, and I learned he was 23 years old, starting his second year in the minors and doing okay. I ordered another beer for us both, and he smiled, held out his hand and said, “Jeff.”

I shook his hand, saying, “Jack.” I liked him, besides wanting him.

We talked, standing there at the bar, mostly about baseball but also about things he didn’t like, like the boredom of long bus rides, the tedium of the long season, and the phoniness of people he’d met along the way.

I commiserated with him, feeling I understood the problems, and sensing that he was opening up to me, that we understood one another, that we had a common bond. Finally I asked him, “Think you’ll make it to the majors?”

He looked at me. He seemed to be thinking something over before speaking. Then, with a glint in his eye, he slid a hand down into his crotch, groped himself like he was either adjusting something or making a very lewd gesture, and said with a smirk, “Naw, I don’t think so.” His eyes traveled my body slowly, again, this time pausing at my crotch. The gesture and the look were so blatantly sexual that I was momentarily at a loss for words.

Staring at the hand in his crotch, I found my voice and asked, “Why not?”

“Cause I’d rather play with YOUR Louisville Slugger than with theirs,” he answered with a grin.

I stared at him for a moment not certain I had heard correctly. Then, I felt my face flush. I sucked in my breath in surprise. I wanted to say, Hey, who’s putting the moves on whom, here? But I forced myself to think, and asked, in a voice strained with emotion, “Batter up?”

He laughed, delighted with my reaction. He went right to the point and asked, “Where’re ya stayin’?”

I told him. It turned out that’s where he was staying, too.

“Let’s get out of here,” he said. “You can buy me a beer up in your room.”

Just like that. We were going to my room. No phony build-up like, Do you want to make it with me? or What do you like to do in bed?, or any of that crap. Just, Let’s get out of here. I loved it.

We left immediately. I said to myself, I think I’m about to hit a home run.

By the time we’d both stripped to our jockey shorts, I began thinking, Wait a minute, that’s a very big bulge! I was kneeling at his feet, removing his shoes, socks and trousers. We’d played around a bit, enough to discover we were very hot for one another, but aside from a few quick gropes, the length of pipe hidden under his shorts was something of a surprise to me. Held in by the white fabric, it angled to the right extending all the way to his hip and pushed the cotton another inch or so beyond. By age 26, I’d seen more than my fair share of tools, of every dimension and hue, but this one, once uncovered, would surely take the Grand Prize, I was certain.

I slid my hand up his inner thigh to his cotton covered balls and lightly fondled them as he sucked in his breath with pleasure. His outlined weapon throbbed in response, enlarging the bulge. I slid my fingers along its length, following it all the way to the tip, beyond his hip. Solid flesh pulsated beneath my fingers. Whatever was under there, I realized, was awesome.

“That’s MY Louisville Slugger,” he informed me in a husky voice dripping with sexual innuendo. “Think you can bat with it?”

I held my breath in anticipation, grasped the waistband of his shorts with both hands, and pulled the garment towards me, slowly exposing the angled meat. My eyes popped open in amazement. What a sight! It wasn’t just long, it was long, thick, and heavily veined, yet streamlined, well proportioned, beautifully colored, and incredibly, incredibly stunning. As I watched, it lifted and launched itself up out of the confines of the jockeys, not into an upright position but pointed at my face. I tugged the shorts downward, exposing his balls. With a cock that big, I was expecting to see elephant balls, but was pleased to discover a perfect set of Grade-A egg-sized testicles in a tightly crinkled, swollen scrotal sac of perfect dimensions. Like all ball players I have ever known, his personal hygiene was meticulous and he smelled clean, fresh and delicious, lightly scented with masculine odors caused by flows of anticipatory lubrication.

“Wow!” was all I said. He understood. I wasn’t the first man down on his knees worshiping in front of this young god. As he watched my impressed reaction to his physical beauty, his cock grew stiffer and slowly raised its head upward to stand rigidly and pulse proudly before me. It stood and throbbed, angled outward but reaching the height of his belly button. His was one of the largest erections I have ever seen, and the most handsome. I once read a book wherein the author took seven pages to describe a cock. Jeff’s was a cock for which comparable excess would not be misplaced, deserving of even more than seven pages. But, while huge, proportions like the size of the head vs. the diameter of the shaft, or the length of the head vs. the length of the scrotum, were in perfect symmetry and therefore the impression of bigness did not cause alarm, just lust.

“Some bat, eh!” he whispered. Then he grabbed it at the base and swung it. It slapped against my cheek and temple. He slid his hips, pulling the cock across my face and then swung it again, hitting my other cheek and temple. Again and again and again he slapped both sides of my face with the heavy organ, which grew stiffer and harder, redder and larger, with each thwack. I loved it. The heat of the slaps set my face aglow. He wasn’t trying to injure me at all, he was just playing with me like the overgrown kid that he was, and he knew he was playing with an equally overgrown kid, me.

To divert his attention, and to keep from getting battered unconscious, I put out my flattened tongue like I wanted to lick a lollipop. He grinned and, still swinging his hips, slid the tip of the cockhead back and forth against my tongue. It felt great to feel that big thing on my tongue. It tasted delicious. And the touch of my hot, wet tongue must have felt good to him, too, because his swings became slower and narrower until finally he was simply pressing that big cock against my licking tongue, which wrapped itself around the fat head with tremendous pleasure.

“Oooh,” he sighed, “you DO know how to handle a bat.” He applied pressure and I sucked in the entire, huge glans. Somehow, it didn’t seem as big as I thought it would. I found that I could handle it with comfort, so I gave the task of sucking his cock my very best effort. He quickly sensed he was in the hands of an expert, and seemed to relax, letting me do all the work. Before long, I had to rise from the kneeling position so I could stay at the proper angle to allow the insistent cock entry into my throat. Bending over, I was able to force down more and more of his marvelous meat.

Jeff began whimpering and humping little jabs into me, helping to get as much of himself into me as possible. I was in no position to look up, but I glanced to the side and saw in a wall mirror that he was watching me intently, both directly and through the mirror. Our eyes caught and held. My own throbbing erection was poking out over the elastic waistband.

It was his turn to say, “Wow!” “Ummmmm!” I agreed, vibrating his entire cock. The scene looked fantastic. Three-quarters of his cock were down my throat and we both could clearly see the sexy connection in the mirror. I bobbed several times and then, breathing on the up-draw and forcing myself downward on the downslide, I worked as hard as I’ve ever worked sucking cock to get that splendid monster down to the base, into me completely. We both watched, in equal amazement, as my head relentlessly descended on the stiff meat. At last, it was in all the way. I stretched my mouth as wide open as possible and wiggled my tongue out against his balls. He could go in no deeper, but it seemed twice as deep as anyone had ever gone before.

“Look at that! What a bat-boy!” he said excitedly. “No one has ever taken me down to the balls, man! Christ, look at that!” He humped experimentally. It felt good to both of us. He humped again and I sucked with all my strength. Then, I swallowed. For a cock lodged deep in a throat, a swallow is like a fist slowly, tightly, sliding down the length of the organ. It is an extremely erotic feeling for both partners. He groaned with excitement. I swallowed again. His mouth fell open, his eyes glazed over, his hips jabbed into me frantically, balls crushing into my chin, abdominal muscles pressing tightly against my forehead, and he blasted off into orgasmic wonderment. I bobbed, higher and higher, feeling spurt after spurt of cum filling me, swallowing to increase our pleasures, and finally rising to capture his cockhead in my mouth. I lapped up the oozing remnants of his hardy ejaculation, loving the taste of his jism. When he seemed dry, I deep-throated back to the base and held him there until he pleaded for release.

He staggered back, eyes wide, popping his cock out of my mouth, plopped down on the edge of the bed, naked legs splayed wide, arms stretched out behind him to hold himself from toppling over, and gaped at me. “I don’t know what I was expecting when I saw you standing in the bar, Jack, but THIS was what I had been hoping for, for a long, long time. You’re the first I’ve ever met, who does it right!” He sighed, smiling. “I do it right, too, you’ll see. But you’re the first,” he repeated.

“You mean I made it to first base?” I asked, holding my breath.

“No, man,” he sighed with emotion, “you just hit a home run!”

“Yes!” I agreed with enthusiasm, clenching my fist for emphasis.

We had been lying next to one another on the bed for a while as he regrouped his energies, talking casually, like old friends. I still had an erection poking up out of my shorts. I studied his muscular frame and excellent development. He was unembarrassed by his nudity as athletes are, and oblivious to my stares. Lying beside him, talking with him, was a true pleasure.

He rose up on one elbow and said, “I gotta take a leak.” He got up and went towards the bathroom. I followed, watching the play of muscles as he walked before me.

He took a wide stance in front of the commode, hands on his hips, and began urinating. I watched from behind, and also watched from a completely different angle through the large bathroom mirror. It was only a young man peeing, but I found it very stimulating. From whatever angle I looked at him, he was beautiful. Strong, handsome, virile and athletic, yet boyish, charming, humorous and sensitive. Aside from the small scar on his lip, which enhanced his appeal, I saw no other blemish on his entire body. It was difficult to keep from reaching out and touching him. I wanted to be in constant physical contact with him. I was having very strong emotional reactions to him. Stronger than I could remember having with any other partner, of which there had been so many. Well, except for a Marine years earlier, but that’s another story.

He flushed the toilet and moved to the sink. He washed his groin with soap and hot water, rinsed well with cool water, and dried off. He looked up and smiled at me through the mirror from time to time, taking note that I was studying his every move. He seemed to see right through me.

“Those scars on your thigh, Jack. What are they?” he asked. He had been studying me right back.

“I got spiked,” I answered calmly.

“Spiked! Christ, I thought spiked shoes when out a long time ago,” he said as he bent over to study the scars.

“Well, not in the college league we played in.”

“I’ve never seen a spike-scar. It’s like a badge of honor.” He gave me a warm smile. I smiled back, remembering how I got them and pleased with his reaction.

As we headed back towards the big double bed, he hooked an arm affectionately around my neck and whispered, “It’s the bottom of the inning. I scored in the top, and now it’s your turn. YOUR Louisville Slugger looks ready to blast one deep into center.” He grinned, holding me tight, then he released me and dove onto the bed to lay there on his stomach, legs apart, his long cock pointing to the foot of the bed.

I had seen open invitations in my life, before, but this one really surprised me. I don’t have to be hit over the head to know that no man intentionally lies on his stomach with his legs splayed apart in front of a man with a hardon unless he expects to get fucked. I slipped off my shorts and stepped up to home plate with overwhelming excitement, knowing I was about to hit another home run. A grand slam!

Penetration was not easy. He wanted to be fucked, yet he was both inexperienced and very tight. And I was much bigger than he had expected. While he kept saying, “Wait!” he never said, “Stop.” He gritted his teeth, groaned a little, but clung tightly to a pillow, hiding his face in its softness, and let me do the hard plowing.

His well-muscled buttocks were firm and full, and felt terrific as I slowly eased my cock between those mighty mounds of masculinity and into him until I was pushing flat against them. From this angle, lying on top of him, I was in as far as I could go. I rested, amazed at his heat and extreme tightness. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, the tensions went out of him and he gradually began to adjust to the anal assault. I waited eagerly, but patiently, feeling the progressive responses in his body and knowing the wait would be worth the effort it took to concentrate on not blowing my cool and fucking the shit out of him right then and there.

I lay still, my legs between his, my chest pressed against his back, our hearts thumping, my dick throbbing in his hot, moist channel. Then, he raised his head out of the pillow and let out a long sigh. “Oh, man,” he hissed softly, “what a fucker!”

He humped back at me, shoving my cock in deeper. He pulled away and then humped back again, controlling the movements and getting used to the strain in his rectum. I watched beads of sweat form on his brow. He was doing his best to make this memorable. For both of us!

I realized I was oozing streams of lubricant into him. I knew it was helping to make the contact slipperier and therefore easier on him. Every instinct in me told me to fuck his brains out, not caring about his discomfort, but I knew it would be better for both of us if I let him direct the action. I knew him well enough by now to know he wouldn’t let me down.

And he didn’t. He became very vocal, telling me how good it was starting to feel with my big cock up his ass; how full and satisfied he felt with me inside of him; how hot it was starting to make his own cock feel; how stimulated he was getting, feeling the fuck throughout his whole body. I loved it.

Then, he began to squirm, roll, hump and grind, all in an effort to improve the pleasures of the fuck. I reacted with tricks of my own, and soon we were engaged in an athletic, almost acrobatic, screwing of major proportions, shaking that bed and rattling the rafters. People in rooms all around us must have known a royal fuck was in progress.

Suddenly, Jeff wanted to turn over so he could watch me fucking himself. I pulled out, my cock hot, moist and throbbing with lust, and plunged right back in after he turned over and lifted his legs. I held his ankles high in the air, rolling his hips, and plugged him good. We were both able to see my shaft pumping in and out of his tight little asshole, while he started a slow masturbation on his giant weapon. It looked incredible.

Finally, he said, “I want to sit on it, man.”

It took a moment for me to react, but then I once more pulled out and we exchanged positions. I was lying on my back, holding my erection upright, and Jeff was squatting above it, ready to lower himself downward and impale himself on my massive, powerful, pulsating penis.

“I’ve always secretly desired to be a catcher,” he admitted with a grin, “’cause I love the way they squat.” With that, he squatted downward athletically, forcing his tightness over my cock, and then immediately began to raise and lower himself on the full length of my erection. It was heavenly. Here was an incredibly handsome, young, hung, muscular professional athlete working himself into a frenzy on my cock. Rapture was written all over his face. He was loving every inch of my dick deep inside him. And so was I!

I lay there transfixed. It was becoming impossible to withhold my orgasm. His tight, moist heat was sucking the cum out of me, demanding its release as payment for the pleasure he was giving me. As I watched him stroking his giant cock, and felt him squeezing his rectal muscles to improve the exquisite contact, I whispered, “I’m gonna blast off, man.”

“Oh! Yeah! Do it!” he grunted, pumping faster on his big organ, “Let’s blast off together!”

With that, he shuddered and came to a full stop at the base of my cock. His cockhead flared to its maximum dimension, looking awesome, and then spat a thick wad of cum right at my face. It landed on my upper lip with a splat. Its rich odor and exotic touch lifted me over the brink and I came. Explosively!

We both watched his endless ejaculation as he pumped cum all over me. I lapped up the sperm on my lip and fingered more into my mouth as it landed on my chin, my chest and my abdomen. I couldn’t get enough of it. It tasted much better than when I had sucked him off, for some reason.

His orgasm did spectacular things to his rectum, and my wrenching salvos of cum were siphoned out of me and into his tight heat. It was so enthralling I thought I would pass out. I wanted to stay inside of him forever.

Without breaking the connection between us, he slid his feet back, kneeling over me, and then he slid his entire body down on top of me. The weight of him felt wonderful. We held a long embrace. Slowly, he worked my cock out of his ass. He let out a long sigh as it emerged.

“What a ballgame!” he whispered excitedly in my ear, nibbling at it.

“Yeah,” I agreed, “what a ballgame!” And, as he led me to the bathroom, where we would shower together, I knew we still had an inning or two left to play. Maybe even a double-header!

Chapter 1

Jayden and Richard were sitting on Richard’s bed chatting when Jayden stuttered a little.

“You stuttered a little, you OK?”

“Mm? Oh yes I’m fine, it’s just…” He trailed off and gestured meekly to Richard’s groin, where there was a 6 inch long lump.

“Does this startle you?” Richard said this with a smirk.

“Uh um a little…”

“Tell me Jayden, how do you like it?”

“How do I like what?” Jayden said this nervously.

“I bet you’re pretty kinky huh?”

“What? I-no I-” as he said this Jayden’s eyes shifted and he blushed a little.

“Hah! I knew it!” As Richard said this he moved his arm and in one swift motion he had his fingers wrapped around Jayden’s neck. Jayden fell backwards onto the bed, startled at Richard’s speed. Richard adjusted his position so he could get better leverage over Jayden and his grip tightened, a feral look in his eye. Richard reached into the pocket of his cargo pants and pulled out a spool of paracord. He made a loop with it and bound Jayden’s wrists with it. Jayden struggled against the chord but couldn’t free himself. “You won’t be able to escape,” Richard said this with a wicked grin as he pulled off Jayden’s shirt and scratched his chest. Richard flicked Jayden’s nipple hard and then twisted and pulled on it. Jayden cried out in pain and Richard looked up and covered Jayden’s mouth. Richard reached into another pocket and pulled out a ball gag, he fitted it to Jayden’s face. Richard wrapped more paracord around Jayden’s ankles and thighs, then tied those together, bending Jayden’s knees, then he tied all that to Jayden’s neck so that the more he struggled, the tighter the cord around his neck got.

“Now, down to business,” Richard pulled a small razor knife out of his pocket and cut away Jayden’s pants, knicking him a couple times. Richard tossed the knife aside and put his hand between Jayden’s legs and began to squeeze his balls. Richard started applying pressure to Jayden’s chest as he squeezed his balls harder and harder. Richard finally relented on his balls and start pressing his thumb against Jayden’s asshole as he switched back to tweaking Jayden’s nipple. As Jayden tried to kick at Richard to get him to relent but it only tightened the cord around his neck so he couldn’t breath. Richard noticed this and smirked “bad boy Jayden,” Richard bent over and started to bite  dick, pressing his teeth into the sensitive flesh at the edge of the head. Jayden’s back arched in pain and this pushed his cock further into Richard’s mouth, startled, Richard bit again, causing Jayden to release a muffled scream. Richard pulled his mouth off Jayden’s dick and popped his thumb into Jayden’s asshole. Jayden went limp and his dick twitched, precum dripping from the tip. Richard tightly wrapped more cord around Jayden’s dick and his balls. Richard refocused his attention on Jayden’s ass, he twisted his thumb in his ass, causing Jayden to convulse and his dick to twitch more vehemently. “I see someone’s happy,” Richard said with a wicked grin and grabbed Jayden’s swelling dick. Jayden’s dick was swelling and becoming more and more sensitive, Richard’s firm grip caused jayden to struggle more, Richard’s only response was to dig his nails into the underside of Jayden’s sensitive cock. Richard whispered in Jayden’s ear “just relax and let this happen.” Richard removed his thumb from Jayden’s ass and proceeded to unzip and unbutton his cargo pants, letting them drop to the floor. His 6 inch long, 5 and a half inch girth cock stressing against his boxer briefs.

“mm mmf mfmm mmmmmm,” Jayden tried to talk around the gag, but was muffled too much for Richard to understand.

“Shhhhh.” Richard shushed Jayden as he pulled down his boxer briefs and released his cock. Richard repositioned himself and started to press the tip of his cock against Jayden’s asshole. He bent to bite Jayden’s nipple as he pressed harder against his asshole. Twisting Jayden’s nipple with his teeth, Richard popped his cock into Jayden’s ass. Jayden tried again to scream around the ball gag, but he couldn’t. Richard pushed deeper into Jayden’s ass, spreading Jayden’s knees to get a better angle, tightening the cord around his neck, Jayden coughed as the cord tightened but Richard ignored him and continued to push in. Richard only had two of his six inches in Jayden’s ass but to Jayden, it felt like so much more. In one swift thrust, Richard pushed the rest of his hard cock into Jayden’s ass. Jayden’s body twitched and Jayden’s cock swelled more, Richard noticed that Jayden’s cock was starting to turn purple. Richard grinned and began to slowly massage the head of Jayden’s cock. Jayden moaned through the gag and Richard grinned, pushing his nails into the edge of the head of his dick. Richard pulled his cock back, until just the head remained in Jayden’s ass and Jayden relaxed. Richard rammed his dick all the way into Jayden’s ass and grunted, squeezing Jayden’s cock harder. Jayden’s back arched and his cock swelled more. Richard untied the cord around Jayden’s cock. Jayden’s cock immediately shrunk a little and returned to a normal color. Jayden released a relaxed breath, Richard twisted his hips, stirring up Jayden’s insides. Jayden’s back arched in discomfort and Richard pulled back out, all the way, Jayden’s asshole staying open for a second. Richard re-tied the cord around Jayden’s cock, more loose this time. Richard grabbed his own cock and started to stroke it, straddling Jayden’s stomach. Richard grunted as his hips spasmed, he shot thick ropes of his cum onto Jayden’s chest, neck and chin. Jayden squirmed under Richard as Richard leaned back, tipping his head back, a little cum still dripping from his dick.

Richard stood after recovering from his post-orgasm daze. He left the room, leaving Jayden tied up, and covered in cum. Richard returned five minutes later with a towel. He grabbed two opposite corners of the towel and twirled the towel. He snapped the towel, hitting the underside of Jayden’s still twitching cock. Jayden tried to squirm away but only restricted his own breathing. “Not a good idea Jayden.” Richard snapped at Jayden’s balls, making contact. Jayden closed his eyes and arched his back in pain. “Are you done squirming?”

“mmm,” Jayden nodded frantically, just wanting the pain to stop.

Richard tossed the towel aside and started to untie Jayden’s hands. “You can clean yourself off,” Richard tossed the towel to Jayden. Jayden slowly, carefully grabbed the towel and wipe the cum off his face, neck and chest. “Good,” Richard pulled a wash cloth out of his pocket and picked up a bottle of rubbing alcohol. He dipped the cloth in the bottle of alcohol and dropped a couple drips on Jayden’s nipples, causing Jayden to squirm. Richard smirked, moving to Jayden’s dick. Richard wrapped the cloth around Jayden’s twitching member, Jayden tried to move his pelvis back to get away from the cold towel, but it only choked him. “Bad idea Jayden,” Richard chuckled as Jayden coughed and squirmed. Richard finished wrapping the cloth around Jayden’s cock, which was gently twitching. Richard wrapped another cordaround Jayden’s dick, just tight enough to keep the cloth on Jayden’s dick.

“I’m going to take the gag off now,” Richard took off the ball gag and Jayden panted heavily, if raspily.

“The cloth… it’s so cold, it stings so much…”

“Don’t complain.” Richard pinched Jayden’s nipple, a sadistic grin on his face.

“Why are you doing all this to me?”

Richard laughed, “because it’s fun and we both enjoy it.”

“I don’t.”

“Your lips lie, your twitchy, throbbing cock doesn’t.” Richard grabbed Jayden’s cloth wrapped cock and slowly moved the cloth along the shaft of Jayden’s dick, eliciting a moan from Jayden.

“Oohh-” Jayden’s moan was cut off by Richard suddenly releasing then slapping Jayden’s hard dick. Jayden inhaled sharply and his whole body shuddered.

“Hah, you liked that didn’t you?”

“No-I,” Richard slapped his cock again, making Jayden wince.

“Don’t lie to me,” Richard slapped Jayden’s dick again.

“I’m telling you– I don’t like it, please stop,” Richard slapped his dick again, they went back and  forth like this for 15 minutes until finally Jayden said “alright, you’re right,I like it.”

“So you want me to continue? Alright,” Richard continued slapping Jayden’s dick, and continued for another 5 minutes. “I think you’ve had enough now,” he removed the cloth from Jayden’s now reddened penis.

Richard flipped Jayden over and untied his legs from his neck and his ankles from his thighs. He flipped Jayden back into his back and then lifted him by his legs and moved him against a wall so Jayden’s dick was pointed at his own mouth. Richard tied Jayden’s wrists to his ankles and put a rod in between his knees to keep them apart.

“This part is fun too,” Richard started to gently massage the head of Jayden’s cock and lick along the underside of his shaft. Richard untied the cord from Jayden’s cock and balls. Jayden moaned a little and his precum began to flow. Richard started to suck on one of Jayden’s balls and stroke along the shaft of Jayden’s cock. As Jayden’s moaning became louder and more intense his hips started to shake and his face got red, Richard suddenly stopped. He tied a cord tightly around the base of Jayden’s dick and dropped his pants and underwear. Richard positioned himself by Jayden’s head and grabbed Jayden’s jaw, keeping it open. Richard thrust his cock into Jayden’s throat and began to thrust in and out. He began to lick the tip of Jayden’s dick, sending shivers down his spine. Richard started thrusting faster and faster into Jayden’s throat as he took more of Jayden’s cock in his own mouth, twirling his tongue along the underside of Jayden’s dick. Jayden started to convulse, just as Richard did and Richard pulled out. Jayden started to cough but Richard held his mouth open as he came into Jayden’s mouth, untying the cord around Jayden’s penis, letting him cum, also into Jayden’s own mouth. By the time both boys were done cumming, Jayden’s mouth had overflown, and cum was dribbling down his cheek. Richard forced his mouth shut and said, “swallow it,” but Jayden didn’t, he just laid there, occasionally shuddering as a little more cum seeped out of his still twitching cock. “Hey! Did I say you could enjoy your orgasm? I don’t think I did, now swallow our cum.” Jayden swallowed, almost in a daze, Richard scooped the bit that leaked out of Jayden’s mouth back in and said “that wasn’t so hard now was it?”

Richard stood and walked away, leaving Jayden there as he went to the bathroom to get cleaned up. When he came back, still naked, Jayden was still in the same position. Richard got dressed again and started to untie Jayden, letting him fall every which way. Richard picked him up a little to position him on the bed and then ticked him in. Richard picked up all of Jayden’s clothes on the floor and folded them neatly, placing them by the head of the bed. Richard went over to his desk and booted up his computer to start playing some games.

Chapter 2

Jayden and Richard were once again chatting in Richard’s room, the only two people in the house.

“So about last time,” Jayden trailed off, blushing bit.

“Ah yes, I was wondering when you’d bring that up,” a slight smirk crept into Richard’s face as he sat back in his big office chair.

“I didn’t tell anyone.”

“Good, that means you want it to happen again right? We can keep it our little secret that you love pain and this,” Richard put emphasis on the last word as he picked up a spool of paracord. He grinned and started to stand.

“It won’t be so easy this time,” Jayden sat up and pulled a dagger out of his pocket. Richard just laughed and in one swift motion grabbed both of Jayden’s wrists. Richard looked at the dagger in Jayden’s right hand and squeezed his right wrist. Jayden dropped the dagger and dropped his head, defeated. Jayden noticed a bulge in Richard’s pants and groaned, thinking back to the last time he saw that bulge in Richard’s pants.

“You were saying?” Richard smirked and held both of Jayden’s wrists in one hand, grabbing the paracord. He wrapped the cord around Jayden’s wrists, the bulge in his pants getting bigger and a slight bulge in Jayden’s pants becoming noticeable. Richard pushed Jayden back onto the bed and started to get over him. Richard held down Jayden’s legs as he started to move forward. When his face was above Jayden’s crotch he moved his head down, unzipping Jayden’s pants with his teeth. Richard pulled off Jayden’s skinny jeans, which pulled off his boxers as well. Jayden’s cock sprung free and flopped over to the side, not yet fully hard. Richard ran his fingertip along the underside of Jayden’s dick, eliciting a twitch as his dick began to grow and harden.”Haha, there we go,” Richard picked up the dagger and admired it. The edges were dull and the end wasn’t super sharp, but pain could easily be inflicted.

Richard pressed the flat side of the dagger against the underside of Jayden’s dick, causing Jayden to squirm and inhale sharply. Richard turned the blade so it was pressing into Jayden’s sensitive flesh. Jayden whimpered a little and Richard grinned, he removed the pressure from the blade. Richard smacked Jayden’s dick with the flat of the dagger.

“Owww… Why do you hurt me?”

“Because you enjoy it, and I enjoy it. see what I mean?” When Richard said this he put the flat of the dagger against the tip of Jayden’s dick and then brought it up a little, strings of precum stretching from his dick. “You obviously enjoy this.”

“No I-No I don’t.”

“What have I told you about lying to me?”

“Not to do it?”

“Now, you enjoy this right?” Richard spread Jayden’s precum around with the dagger.

“No!”

Richard pressed harder and the dagger slipped off the side of Jayden’s dick, running the edge along Jayden dick, “again with the lying?”

“I’m not lying!”

“A shame,” Richard pressed the tip of the dagger to Jayden’s scrotum, Jayden’s eyes widened and his cock twitched.

“No stop! I love it, I want to be tied and raped by your hard cock!”

“Well which is it?” Richard released pressure with the dagger and licked his lips, a hungry look in his eye.

“I…”

“Well?”

“No!”

“No what?”

“I don’t want it!”

“Too bad.” A horrified expression came to Jayden’s face as Richard placed the dagger to the base of Jayden’s twitching cock. Richard grinned and started applying pressure as he brought his head to the tip of Jaydens dick and swirled his tongue around hole. Jayden’s whole body shuddered and Richard started to put his mouth over Jayden’s cock, but not letting it touch his mouth. Richard suddenly bit Jayden’s cock halfway down the shaft. Jayden’s back arched and he screamed in pain, Richard increased the pressure on the dagger and released Jayden’s cock, now harder than ever.

“Oh, I have an idea,” Jayden groaned as Richard pulled the dagger away from his cock and flipped it around. He started to press the pommel to Jayden’s asshole and Jayden’s eyes widened again as he tried to squirm away.

“Please no, don’t, no no no no, it’s too big please no.”
Richard laughed as he said, “I’m sure it’ll be fine with this,” he pulled a bottle of lube out from under the bed. He squirted some of the lube of the dagger, then dripped a little on Jayden’s asshole.

Jayden whimpered something about the lube being cold and squirmed a little more as Richard started to press again. Suddenly the pommel popped into Jaydens ass, another whimper escaped Jayden’s lips. Richard leaned down and licked around the head of Jayden’s dick, causing more twitching. The bulge in Richard’s pants was twitching, or perhaps even throbbing as he started to push the dagger further into Jayden’s ass. Jayden groaned a little and his dick started to throb and get a little bigger. Richard stopped, leaving the dagger hanging from Jayden’s ass and grabbing the paracord. Richard tied the paracord around the base of Jayden’s cock and around his balls.

“Not that again…”

“Are you complaining? Too bad, you don’t have a choice,” Richard pushed the dagger a little deeper until the guard kept it from going further. Jayden twitched as his hips bucked and his cock swelled again, twitching more. Richard grinned and pinched the tip of Jayden’s swelling cock, eliciting a moan from Jayden. Richard flicked the head of Jayden’s cock and he inhaled sharply, his dick becoming more sensitive. Richard twisted the dagger a little then let go. Richard took Jayden’s shirt off and tossed it to the floor. Richard got up and walked over to his desk, He opened a drawer, pulling out a plain white candle and a lighter. He lit the candle and slipped the lighter in his pocket. Jayden started to kick a little, as Richard approached, but couldn’t move very much because of the dagger in his ass. Richard set the candle down and began to tie Jayden’s ankles together, easily overcoming Jayden. He picked the candle back up and straddled Jaydens thighs. He moves the candle over Jayden’s left nipple, tipping it a little, a single drop of hot wax fell on Jayden’s nipple. Jayden writhed and screamed under Richard but to no avail. The wax cooled to a thin layer, and Richard added another drop. And another, and another. He added a total of 15 drops before he was done. He switched to the other nipple, doing the same thing.

“Jayden, do you want to know the special thing about this wax?”

Jayden winced, “What is it?”

“It contains a chemical that stimulates the nerves right underneath your skin.”

“So what does that-” Jayden was cut off by Richard ripping the wax off his left nipple, Jayden screamed and his dick throbbed even more as his nipple got hard. “Mmmm,” after the initial pain Jayden moaned a little, his nipple super sensitive as Richard ran his fingers across it. Richard leaned over and licked Jayden’s nipple and Jayden started shuddering. Richard moved his head to the nipple still covered in wax and start to slowly peel it off with his teeth. Jayden moaned and his back arched. When the wax was fully removed Richard bit Jayden’s nipple, causing him to scream. Richard grinned as he gently licked Jayden’s nipple, swirling his tongue around it, making it hard. Richard reached to Jayden’s cock and started to gently stroke it as he rolled Jayden’s nipple between his fingers and sucked on the other. Richard stopped and sat up, Jayden’s nipples were still hard and his cock was throbbing and had swollen to half again its normal size. Richard grinned as he twisted the dagger again and moved it side to side.

“No… stop your…. mixing up my insides… please… stop…” Richard just grinned more and started to gently stroke Jayden’s cock, just barely rubbing against the head. Richard picked the candle back up and dripped a little in the center of Jayden’s chest, then down a little further, and dripped it all the way down to right above his cock. Richard blew the candle out and gently blew across the surface of the molten wax. When the wax had just started to lose its liquidity, he started to drip it on Jayden’s cock, being careful not to let any get in the hole. He had enough wax to make a layer about 1/16 of an inch thick, covering his dick past the head. Jayden squirmed at the heat, but his dick kept throbbing and twitching. Richard removed the wax from Jayden’s chest and ran his fingers gently down his chest, Jayden’s body twitched a couple times. Richard flicked one of jayden’s nipples and started to massage Jayden’s balls. Richard untied the cord around Jayden’s balls and dick. Jayden sighed and Richard grinned, licking the underside of Jayden’s dick, gently pulling at his balls. Jayden moaned and Richard started to massage Jayden’s nipple.

“Uhhnnnn,” Jayden moaned and his hips bucked as he came, but the wax over the tip of his dick kept it all inside, the stimulating agent in the wax made the tip of Jayden’s dick hypersensitive and he could feel the cum building up. “take off the wax… please…. I feel like it’s going to explode!”

“I’m not going to remove it for a while,” Richard’s lips formed into a wicked grin as he grabbed the dagger and started to twist it a little and pull it back out of Jayden’s ass. Richard pulled the dagger all the way out of Jayden’s ass. Jayden sighed a little, but that was before he saw Richard setting down the dagger and unzipping his pants. Jayden groaned as he watched Richard’s cock twitch and throb. Richard started to line up his cock with Jayden’s ass, Jayden wriggle and tried to get away. Richard just chuckled and said “that won’t help at all you know.” He thrust his cock into Jayden’s ass in one long stroke, Jayden’s eyes closed and he winced, feeling Richard’s dick pressing against the walls of his asshole. Richard started to pull back out but he thrusted right back in, grunting as he did so.

“No… please stop… my insides… you’re going to tear me up inside…”

“Haha, you’ll be fine,” Richard leaned over and bit one of Jayden’s nipples. He screamed and tried to pull away but that just made it hurt more. Richard continued slamming in and out of Jayden until he started to grunt a little. Jayden’s eyes widened as he realized Richard was about to cum. Richard thrust deep into Jayden’s ass and shot thick, hot ropes of his cum into Jayden.

“What’s this? Hard and twitching already? With all that cum still inside?” Jayden blushed and looked away. Richard pulled his dick out of Jayden’s ass and wiped a little of his cum that was on it on Jayden’s leg. Richard picked the dagger back up and started to tap Jayden’s wax covered dick with it. He started to slip the dagger under the wax, Jayden’s hips twitched as the cool metal touched his hypersensitive dick.

“Careful now Jayden, you wouldn’t a cut somewhere so sensitive,” Richard pulled the dagger back out and got up. He headed over to his desk again and grabbed an empty glass. He rolled Jayden onto his side and held the glass in front of Jayden’s dick as he started to peel the wax off. Richard uncovered the hole quickly and as his cum shot out Richard caught it in the glass. Jayden bucked and moaned at the sensation of cumming while already being super sensitive, He came again, his balls tucking up. Richard grabbed his balls and started pulling down on them in rhythm with the spurts of cum coming out of Jayden into the glass. When Jayden was done cumming, Richard held the glass up and looked at it.

“you came quite a lot Jayden, what was that just now? Two orgasms? Impressive,” Richard rolled Jayden back onto his back.

“Open up,” Jayden’s eyes widened as he looked at how much cum was in the glass and he kept his lips shut tight. “Struggling will only make this worse you know, one last chance,” Jayden kept his mouth shut. “Too bad,” Richard slapped Jayden across the face, but Jayden didn’t open his mouth. Richard slapped Jayden again, but still no response. Richard trailed his fingers down Jayden’s chest and down to his cock and gripped the sensitive head of Jayden’s dick. Jayden inhaled sharply through his nose as Richard gripped harder and harder. Jayden still didn’t open his mouth so Richard started to twist his dick until Jayden gasped in pain.

“HA!” Richard seized his opportunity and held Jayden’s mouth open as he started to pour the cum into his mouth. Jayden writhed underneath Richard but it didn’t matter, he just continued to pour the cum into his mouth. “Now swallow it, all of it.” with no other options present, Jayden did as he was told, but then Richard poured more cum into his mouth, Jayden started to swallow it without having to be asked, just wanting it to be over. Richard finished pouring the cum in Jayden’s mouth and said “good job. I have another job for you.”

Richard straddled Jayden’s head and started to put his dick in Jayden’s mouth. “If you bite me, you will regret it for a long time.” Richard picked up the dagger and put it at the base of Jayden’s dick as he pushed his own cock into Jayden’s throat. “Mmmm, your throat is nice and tight,” he started to pull back out a little, but slammed back in, Jayden started to choke and Richard grinned, pulling almost all the way out but then thrusting back in. Richard start to feel Jayden’s teeth and he started to put pressure on the blade as he said “Careful.” Jayden held his jaw open a little more but closed his lips around the base of Richard’s cock and began to suck. “There we go, I may have to reward you a little for doing that by yourself… Mmmm,” Richard licked the head of Jayden’s dick and started rhythmically thrusting into Jayden’s throat as he swirled his tongue around the tip of Jayden’s dick. Richard started to moan a little and Jayden knew that Richard was about to cum. Richard made one last deep thrust into Jayden’s throat and came, shooting more of his cum into Jayden.

“That felt good. I think we may be done for today. What do you think Jayden?” Jayden finished swallowing Richard’s cum and nodded his head. Richard stood and started untying Jaydens wrists and ankles.

“I think we both need showers, do you agree Jayden?”

“I know I do… I feel like I might throw up too…”

“We’ll save time and shower together, don’t puke on me though.”

“Uhmmm… I’m not sure that’s…”

“It’ll be fine, come on.”

“Alright…”

Chapter 3

Richard and Jayden left Richard’s room, still naked, and still alone in the house. They rounded the corner into the bathroom, Richard flipped on the light and shut the door. Jayden stepped into the shower while Richard flipped on another light and the vent. Richard stepped into the shower and pulled the curtain shut. He crouched down to turn on the water. While Richard waited for the water to warm up he turned his head to look back at Jayden. He noticed that Jayden’s dick was slowly getting hard. Richard grinned and moved his mouth closer to Jayden’s growing dick. The water reached a comfortable temperature and Richard pulled the plunger to switch the water to the shower head. Jayden jumped a little at the sudden rush of water coming out of the shower head and Richard stood up and turned, revealing that his dick was also hard. Richard reached past Jayden to grab a bottle of shampoo, their dicks touched as he reached. Richard squeezed a little of the shampoo into his hand. Richard handed Jayden the bottle and started to rub the shampoo into his long hair. Jayden absent-mindedly took the bottle as he stared at Richard’s twitching cock as it rubbed against his.

“Distracted are we?” Richard took the shampoo bottle back and put some shampoo in his hand. “Kneel down,” Richard leaned past him again, putting the bottle back. Jayden kneeled and Richard started to rub the shampoo in Jayden’s hair. The water flowing off Richard’s body drenched Jayden’s face and Richard’s dick twitched in Jayden’s face. “While I wash your hair why don’t you do something with this?” Richard gestured to his throbbing cock. Jayden looked up and gave a disgusted look.

“Like what?”

“You could suck it.”

“But… ehhhh.”

“Do it.”

“But…”

Richard put his hand on the back of Jayden’s head and pushed his head towards his dick. “Do it, while I wash your hair.”

“Fine,” Jayden opened his mouth and started to slowly move his head towards Richard’s cock. Jayden parted his lips and held Richard’s cock at its base as he wrapped his lips around Richard’s throbbing member. Richard moaned a little as he massaged the shampoo into Jayden’s hair.

“That’s good, keep doing that,” Richard grabbed the removable shower head and started to wash the shampoo out of Jayden’s hair, and then his own. Richard moaned a little as Jayden started to move farther onto Richard’s twitching cock.

“Mmmm, keep going deeper…” Richard started gently pushing on the back of Jayden’s head. Jayden started to push back a little but Richard overpowered him and pushed into Jayden’s throat. Jayden started to choke a little but Richard kept his cock in Jayden’s throat. Richard started thrusting in and out of Jayden’s throat, just enough to let Jayden breath and for the head of Richard’s dick to fully leave Jayden’s throat. Richard’s breathing started to get ragged and he started to thrust harder and harder. Jayden’s eyes widened, knowing what comes next. He started to struggle a little, but to no avail as Richard had a firm grip on his hair. Richard started to grunt as he started to shoot hot, thick ropes of cum into Jayden’s mouth. Richard’s shoulders sagged and he pulled his dick out of Jayden’s mouth.

“Swallow it Jayden.” He just shook his head and lowered it, starting to open his mouth. Richard put his hand under Jayden’s chin and raised his head. “I said swallow it.” Richard kept Jayden’s head up, not letting him open his mouth. Jayden just glared at Richard. Richard reached down and started to pinch Jayden’s nipple. When Jayden still didn’t swallow he started to twist Jayden’s nipple. Jayden started to squirm a little and Richard grinned, twisting harder. Jayden started to breath heavily through his nose and Richard stopped twisting his nipple to pinch Jayden’s nose. Jayden’s eyes opened wide and he started to shake his head a little. “Just swallow it,” Jayden started to close his eyes a little, his face starting to turn blue, then he swallowed. “Very good Jayden, that wasn’t too hard now was it?” Richard let go of Jayden’s nose and let him lower his head again.

Jayden gasped “That’s the third time you’ve cum today isn’t it?”

“You’ve already cum three times as well.”

“No I didn’t!!”

“You most certainly did.”

“No, I-I.”

“You what?”

“I didn’t cum!”

“Sure you didn’t.”

“I didn’t!”

“I saw it.”

“But… You were raping me, how could I have cum?”

“Because,” Richard leaned in close, “You like the pain, and the domination.”

“No I don’t. Idiot.”

Richard grabbed Jayden’s neck and stood him up. Richard put his mouth near Jayden’s ear and said “What did you call me?”

Jayden put his hands on Richard’s arm, his eyes starting to close, “I… called… you… an id… iot…”

“That’s what I thought you said,” Richard picked up more, Jayden’s face starting to turn blue. Jayden started to pry at Richard’s fingers, his eyes rolling back and his mouth opening, letting his tongue loll out of his mouth. “The little masochist is just loving being choked, his tongue is even falling out of his mouth. Oh and look, his little dick is all twitchy.” Jayden just burbled a little and his hands dropped, his eyes closing. Richard smirked as Jayden’s dick started to grow more and throb. Richard let go of Jayden and he fell to the floor in a crumpled mess at Richard’s feet. Jayden rasped as he shuddered on the floor, water dripping off his still throbbing cock and running down his back.

“I…… am… n-not… a-a…… m-m-maso…chist.”

Richard laughed, “the hell you’re not, look at your dick, it’s throbbing and twitching after I just choked you until you were blue.”

“I’m not… turned on… at all…”

“Your cock seems to disagree.” Richard started to press his foot against Jayden’s neck. Jayden’s dick started to twitch a little more and swelled again. Richard kneeled down and grinned, roughly grabbing Jayden’s balls.

“Do what you want.”

“I’m just doing what YOU want,” Richard tugged on Jayden’s balls and started to choke him.

“I don’t want… this…”

“Sure you do, your dick is going out of control, it looks like you might cum again. You really are quite the filthy little masochist.”

“I’m… not…”

“What have I told you time and time again about lying to me?”

“I don’t… care what… yo-” Richard cut him off by increasing pressure on Jayden’s balls and throat. Jayden’s dick started to swell again, throbbing and twitching.

“It’s looking like you may cum from this torture any moment now.”

Jayden’s eyes started to roll back and his tongue lolled back out of his mouth, Richard grinned and started rhythmically tugging on Jayden’s balls.

“Just look at you Jayden, you’re about to cum from this. I mean really, the tongue is too much. Your look like you’re about to pass out from the pleasure,” Jayden’s eyes rolled back, just the whites showing, “And your eyes too. Can you even hear what I’m saying? Or is the ecstasy from the pain too much?”

Jayden just laid there, shuddering, unable to hear, let alone respond to Richard’s inquiry. Richard stopped tugging on Jayden’s balls and started to slowly massage the head of Jayden’s throbbing cock. He stopped and then grabbed a bottle of conditioner, he popped the lid open and poured a stripe of conditioner along the length of Jayden’s dick. Richard put the bottle back on the edge of the tub and started to massage to conditioner into Jayden’s dick, he shuddered every time Richard’s hand touched the head of his cock until suddenly, he started thrashing, spurting thick ropes of cum into Richard’s hand. Jayden’s eyes closed and his dick wilted after the last spurt of cum left his dick.

“You came from me pulling on your balls and choking you, what do you think about that?” Jayden didn’t respond, he just laid there, eyes open but rolled back, still convulsing occasionally. Richard stood, admiring his work. He pulled the shower head out of it’s holder and made sure to do a good job of washing off Jayden. He grabbed a washcloth and wetted it, he poured some soap on it. He started to wash off Jayden. When he was done, he rinsed him off and then washed himself. Right as he was rinsing himself off, the water turned cold and Richard turned it off. He grabbed a towel and dried them both off, noticing very pronounced bruises on Jayden’s neck and balls. Richard tossed Jayden onto the bed and got dressed. Richard took a last look at Jayden, laying there naked in Richard’s bed. Richard walked out of the room and started heading out the door.

Chapter 4

Jayden and Richard were at Jayden’s house for once, his mom and sister were out grocery shopping and his dad was out on his dirtbike.

“Wanna see my room?”

“Sure.” Jayden got up off the couch and started to walk down the hallway. Jayden opened a door and went into his room with Richard right behind. Richard looked around the room, noticing it was a little messy. Jayden jumped up onto the bed and bounced a little, watching Richard take in his surroundings.

“You look a little hyper Jayden.”

“I had some tea earlier, it had caffeine in it so…”

“Oh, is that all?”

“Mhm, what else would it be?”

“Why don’t you think about that a moment considering the last two times we’ve been alone together?” Richard raised an eyebrow and watched Jayden thinking. After a moment Richard saw a lump in Jayden’s pants start to form and Jayden’s eyes widen a little.

“There it is.”

“What?! No! Idiot!”

“I think I know exactly what you want,” Richard lunged forward, catching Jayden’s neck in his hand and pushing him back onto the bed.

“Not again…” Richard grinned as he applied more pressure and shifted so his knee was in between Jayden’s thighs and pressing into his crotch a little. Jayden noticed a lump starting to form in Richards pants and he groaned a little. Richard started squeezing tighter, Jayden’s eyes started glossing over and starting to roll back a little.

“The masochist seems to thoroughly enjoy being choked doesn’t he?”

“In your… Dreams.”

Richard chuckled and reached to Jayden’s cock, stroking it through Jayden’s pants.

“This definitely shows me something.” Richard grinned and started to unzip Jayden’s pants as Jayden squirmed. “There’s no use in trying to get away you know,” Richard tighten his grip as he slipped off Jayden’s pants. Richard grinned as Jayden shuddered, his twitching cock stressing against the fabric of his boxers.

   “Look who’s excited to see me,” Richard grinned and started to massage the head of Jayden’s dick through his boxers. Jayden’s eyes rolled back, only the whites were showing and Richard squeezed his throat a little tighter. Jayden shuddered and his hips twitched as his tongue lolled out of his mouth. Richard laughed and released Jayden’s throat.

Gasping for breath Jayden said “you… really are… a sadist… you know that?”

“Haha, you’re the one that loves the pain and the teasing and the choking, making you a masochist.”

“I do not enjoy it!”

“You clearly do, just thinking about it gets you hard and your cock was twitching as I was choking you.”

“No it wasn’t! You’re such an idiot.”

“How would you know? You couldn’t see it like I could, your eyes were rolled too far back into your skull.”

“I- damnit you’re idiotic!”

“Sure,” Richard started to pull Jayden’s boxers down and Jayden started to sit up but Richard pushed and held him down. “Just relax,” Richard tugged Jayden’s boxers down and admired Jayden’s twitching four inches of cock for a moment before opening his mouth and wrapping his lips around the edge of the head of Jayden’s dick. He swirled his tongue around the tip and Jayden closed his eyes as his back arched a little. Richard smirked around Jayden’s dick as he bit down on the head of Jayden’s dick. Jayden screamed and writhed but Richard kept him down and took his mouth off of Jayden’s cock. Richard grinned and pulled some fishing line out of his pocket.

“What are you going to do with that!?”

“You’ll see.” Richard unravelled some line and tied a small loop in the end. He made a slipknot and put it around Jayden’s twitching dick. Richard tightened the slipknot and the wrapped the line around a few more times. He spiralled the line up Jayden’s cock and then back down, pressing a grid into the sensitive flesh of Jayden’s dick.

“Ow ow ow ow ow… that hurts make it stop,” Jayden was wincing and squirming as Richard did his work. Richard wrapped more line tightly around Jayden’s balls and then tied it to the only loose section, securing the line.

Jayden tried to get up but Richard was too quick and slapped Jayden across the face, stunning him. “Stay down.” Richard pulled paracord out of his pocket and flipped Jayden onto his stomach, his dick laying flat against the bed and Richard could see the underside criss-crossed with the fishing line. Richard tied Jayden’s wrists behind his back and tied his ankles to his wrists.

“There we go, that should keep you fairly still.”

“You’re so mean,” Richard just laughed as he gently stroked the underside of Jayden’s cock. Richard spread Jayden’s legs out and started pressing his thumb against Jayden’s ass hole.

“No not there please!”

“Well where else am I going to put my cock?”

“No where, what’s wrong with where it is now?”

“It doesn’t feel good there, that’s what’s wrong,” Richard dropped his pants and his boxer-briefs as he spat on Jayden’s asshole. He lined his dick up with Jayden’s hole and in one quick motion pushed his way into Jayden’s ass. Jayden screamed in pain and Richard started to slowly move his cock in and out of Jayden’s ass.

“How is your ass still so tight after last time we hung out?”

“I dont… fucking know… get out of me already!”

“Haha, nope!” Richard started to speed up his thrusts, each going deeper and hitting harder than the last as his balls slapped against Jayden’s. Jayden shuddered and moaned a little with each thrust.

“No, stop… You’re going to tear me up inside, please… stop…”

“No, I will cum inside of your ass, I know you love this anyway.”

“No! I don’t!”

“Don’t lie to me Jayden!” Richard slapped Jayden’s ass, leaving a red mark.

“I wasn’t lying!”

“I know you were!” Richard slapped him again, on the other cheek leaving another red mark. “We’ve talked about this before,” Richard rammed his cock into Jayden’s ass, “Don’t lie to me anymore, okay?”

“Alright…”

“Very good.” Richard continued fucking Jayden’s ass. Jayden whimpered a little with every thrust. He could feel Richard’s dick starting to get a little bigger and he started to squirm a little, knowing what came next as Richard started to breath raggedly.

“I’m going to cum in your ass soon Jayden, I hope you’re prepared.”

“Please don’t do that Richard… please?”

“I’m-cumming! Nnnnhhh” With one final thrust into Jayden, Richard closed his eyes and shot his thick ropes of hot cum into Jayden’s ass.

“It’s so hot…” Richard slowly pulled his cum-covered dick out of Jayden’s ass and grabbed a water bottle off the floor and put it up to Jayden’s ass to catch the cum dripping out. When most of the cum was in the bottle Richard grinned, capping the bottle and putting it aside. Richard rolled Jayden onto his back and moved to Jayden’s face. He pried Jayden’s mouth open and started to push his dick into Jayden’s mouth.

“If you bite me you will regret it.”

“Mmm mmmmmm mMm.”

“Haha, you shouldn’t talk when there’s something in your mouth.” Richard started to push his dick further into Jayden’s throat until his balls were resting on Jayden’s nose and he started to pull back out, slowly. He rammed his way back into Jayden’s tight throat, grunting as he did so. He started rhythmically pumping in and out of Jayden’s throat and he reached out, grabbing Jayden’s dick and starting to slowly move his hand along the shaft, causing it to twitch and throb.

“Somebody’s excited.” Jayden just coughed a little, tightening his throat around the head of Richard’s dick, eliciting a moan from him. Richard flicked the head of Jayden’s dick, causing Jayden’s hips to spasm and he coughed again. Richard fell forward and started to gently run his teeth along the edge of the head of Jayden’s dick. Richard’s dick started to swell and his breathing lost rhythm. Richard started to groan a little as he straightened up, his cock was twitching as he thrusted in and out of Jayden’s throat. Right before Richard came he pulled out and shot his thick cum on Jayden’s neck and chest.

Jayden gasped and coughed as Richard’s shoulders relaxed and the last bit of cum dribbled from his cock to Jayden’s chin. Richard moved so he could easily access Jayden’s throbbing dick as it stressed against the fishing line. Richard ran his finger along the underside of Jayden’s dick. Jayden’s eyes rolled back as his mouth opened a little and his head went back. Richard grinned and started to massage the head of Jayden’s cock. Jayden’s tongue lolled out of his mouth and he moaned as his hips bucked, his dick swelling against the line. Richard chuckled and he gripped Jayden’s dick firmly. Jayden’s dick was already a third again it’s original size and the fishing line was making lines in Jayden’s dick. Jayden’s eyes rolled back and he started to drool as Richard started to slide his hand up and down the shaft of Jayden’s cock. As Jayden’s whole body started to convulse Richard let go and walked over to Jayden’s dresser and started looking through drawers.

“Ha, I figured you’d have something like this,” Richard pulled a box out of the dresser and opened it, peering inside he found a bunch of things but two of them caught his eye, a vibrator and what appeared to be a vibrating leather strap.

“What could these be used for I wonder?” Richard walked over to Jayden and grabbed the bottle of cum. He dripped some along the vibrator and started to push the vibrator against Jayden’s ass hole. Jayden was still too dazed from his cumless orgasm to struggle as Richard rammed the vibrator into Jayden’s ass. Richard turned the vibrator up to its maximum setting and grinned as Jayden’s hips bucked a little. Richard undid the leather strap and held Jayden’s balls as far away from his dick as possible and tightened the leather strap around his scrotum. He turned the vibrator on and Jayden’s hips started constantly bucking.

“Somebody’s quite happy I see.” Richard looked around some more and found the dagger from last time that Jayden had visited Richard’s house. Richard went back over to Jayden and pulled Jayden’s shirt off of him as much as he could and then started to drag the tip of the dagger along Jayden’s chest. Jayden gasped and bucked while Richard just smirked and started applying pressure with the dagger at the base of Jayden’s dick. Jayden tried to stop his hips from bucking but only succeeded in reducing it, and every time they bucked the pressure from the dagger increased.

“If you buck too much more you might start to bleed a little.”

“Then… m-make it.. s-stop.”

“Hmmm… no, I think I’m good,” Richard removed the dagger. He turned it and slapped Jayden’s thigh with the flat of the dagger, Jayden screamed as a red mark in the shape of the dagger formed. Richard smirked and he slapped the other thigh, eliciting another scream from Jayden. Richard slapped Jayden’s dick with the flat of the dagger a few times, each time it throbbed and got a little more purple.

“You appear to be losing circulation Jayden, is it sensitive?” Richard flicked the head of Jayden’s dick and he winced as his hips bucked violently. “I guess so.” Richard started to gently run his hand along the shaft of Jayden’s dick. While he massaged the shaft of Jayden’s dick, Richard pressed the tip of the dagger against Jayden’s ball sack, right in between his balls.

“Be careful you idiot, that thing’s pointy!”

“I know exactly how pointy it is Jayden,” Richard started applying more pressure and started squeezing Jayden’s dick a little tighter. Jayden inhaled sharply and his hips twitched a little. Richard started to speed up, his hand just barely touching the head of Jayden’s dick, causing a spasm every time. Jayden’s dick was now half again its original size and Richard was amazed the fishing line hadn’t broken or cut Jayden yet. Jayden was bucking uncontrollably so Richard removed the dagger and started to lick and suck on Jayden’s balls. Richard started to massage the head of Jayden’s dick as he nibbled on his balls. Jayden’s hips bucked uncontrollably and His balls started to swell and turn a little purple. Richard pulled back and grinned.

“Did you just orgasm again?”

“No- I… idiot!”

“You did!”

“No-I,” He was cut off by Richard tugging on Jayden’s balls and licking along the underside of his cock. Richard’s swirled his tongue around on the underside of the head of Jayden’s dick. Jayden twitched again, his eyes rolling back.

“You are just loving this aren’t you Jayden?”

“No… I… Nnnhh.”

“Finding it difficult to speak?” Richard grinned and teasingly licked the tip of Jayden’s dick.

“No… I… I can speak… just fine…”

“Obviously not.” Richard straightened up. He started to remove the fishing line and leather strap around Jayden’s swollen genitals.

“Ahhh…”

“Feel better?”

“Much…”

“Well I’m sorry to inform you that you probably won’t like what follows either,” Richard finished untying the fishing line and a small amount of cum dribbled from the tip of Jayden’s dick.

“That’s it? From two orgasms? Just that measly little drop?” Richard grinned and grabbed the vibrator in Jayden’s ass and started to twist it.

“No stop, what are you doing?!”

“What does it feel like I’m doing?”

“Stop this now!”

“Hmmm… No, you’re clearly liking it, I mean your dick is back to twitching again.” Jayden’s dick was back to a normal size a color but was indeed twitching. Richard twisted and turned the vibrator and Jayden’s dick twitched with more and more vehemence each time. Jayden’s breathing started to become staggered and Richard grinned.

“Look at you, almost cumming from a vibrator in your ass.” Jayden just blushed and his eyes closed. When Jayden’s dick started to throb and grow Richard quickly pulled the vibrator out of Jayden’s ass. Jayden relaxed and his face drooped. Richard grinned at Jayden’s exhausted state.

“I’m not done with you you know,” Richard started to tie Jayden’s wrists to the bed posts, then his ankles. Jayden looked up and before he had time to figure out what was happening Richard tied the last limb to the bed.

“What now?! I can only take so much you know!”

“I know that, I’m going to put you at your limit, then I might stop.”

“I don’t think I can take much more…”

Richard pulled a coiled whip out of his pants pocket, grinning and turning to look at Jayden. Jayden groaned as Richard uncoiled the black leather whip and cracked it in the air next to Jayden. Jayden yelped and tried to squirm away unsuccessfully. Richard laughed and whipped Jayden across the chest. Jayden screamed as a red line appeared on his chest. Richard trailed the whip down Jayden’s torso and to his crotch, Jayden tensed up. Richard whipped Jayden’s stomach, Jayden’s scream muffling the crack of the whip. Richard whipped Jayden again, hitting his leg dangerously close to his twitching dick.

“Look what we have here Jayden, You look like you’re having a little too much fun.” Richard let the tassels on the end of the whip tease the tip of Jayden’s dick.

“Nnnn no. I’m not liking this a-a-at all,” his speech was broken by his hips’ twitching. Richard grinned and moved the whip, watching Jayden’s dick as a drop of precum oozed out of the tip.

“You clearly are Jayden, you’re dripping precum,” Richard bent over and licked the tip of Jayden’s dick. Jayden moaned but that quickly turned to a scream as Richard whipped his chest again. Richard moved to the other side of the bed and started to choke Jayden with one hand while he whipped Jayden’s chest with the other. Jayden’s eyes rolled back and his hips twitched, unable to scream. Jayden’s eyes closed and Richard whipped across Jaden’s hips, almost touching the base of Jayden’s cock. Jayden had stopped moving and Richard released his throat. He started untying Jayden quickly and flipped him over. Jayden opened his eyes a moment after Richard finished tying the last bit of rope.

“How did I get like this?” Jayden’s voice was raspy and his vision was blurred.

“You passed out and then I flipped you over.” Richard ended his sentence with a crack of the whip and a line of pain down Jayden’s back. Jayden’s scream was scratchy and his throat hurt. Richard whipped him again across his upper back, then again across his ass. Jayden’s chest and stomach seared in pain, but this pain was bright and new. Richard grinned and whipped him again across the middle of his back. Jayden tried to get away but he couldn’t do anything about the ropes. Jayden whimpered as Richard whipped him again and another line of pain seared across his ass. Richard flipped the whip around and started to press the base of it against Jayden’s asshole.

“Noo, please not there,” Jayden wriggled, trying to get away but Richard just slapped his ass and pressed a little harder.

“Why not? I know you love it,” Richard pressed harder and Jayden’s dick twitched and started to swell. Richard pressed a little harder and the handle of the whip popped into Jayden’s ass.

“Nnnnnhhh,” Jayden moaned into a pillow as his ass was penetrated by the whip. Richard left it in Jayden’s ass and straightened up, stroking his cock a little as he looked at Jayden, his back crisscrossed with red and a whip sticking out of his ass. Richard looked around the room and saw a candle and a lighter on Jayden’s dresser. He walked over and lit the candle, he carried it back over to the bed and tipped it over the middle of Jayden’s back. A drop of molten wax fell on Jayden’s back and cooled instantly, Jayden screamed and wriggled, trying to escape. Richard grabbed the whip and twisted it a little. Jayden’s eyes rolled back and a couple more drops of wax fell on his back. Richard set down the candle and lifted Jayden’s pelvis a little so he could position Jayden’s dick so that the bottom was facing up. Richard started gently stroking it and picked the candle back up. It had built up a decent amount of wax and he dripped it onto the base of Jayden’s spine. Jayden squirmed and whimpered as Richard twisted the whip some more. Richard let a drop of molten wax fall onto the underside of Jayden’s dick, he whimpered as another drop fell, this one on the edge of the head of his cock.

“I’m going to set this candle on your back, if you move too much it’ll tip over, so stay very still.” Richard set the candle on Jayden’s back and started to tease Jayden’s dick with the tassel on the whip.

“Stop, Richard please stop, or take the candle off… please…” Richard laughed a little, then Jayden’s hips bucked a little and the candle tipped over. Richard quickly grabbed it, but Jayden had felt the heat from it and wax had spilled onto his back, he screamed and Richard pushed his head into the pillow.

Richard pushed the whip a little deeper into Jayden’s ass and twisted it a little. Jayden’s hips twitched and Richard chuckled. Richard moved down to the end of the bed and started stroking Jayden’s cock as well as his own. Jayden started twitching, his eyes glazing over. Richard grinned and sped up on both of their cocks. Richard looked around a little, looking for the bottle he had used earlier and upon finding it, he got up and brought it back with him. He went back to jerking the both of them off. He was moving much quicker on himself than on Jayden. He was moving his hand such that he barely rubbed against the head of their dicks, Jayden bucked every time that Richard’s hand moved along the head of his cock. When Richard felt Jayden’s dick start to swell he held the bottle against the tip of Jayden’s dick and collected all of his cum. He capped the bottle, and went back to jerking both of them off. When he was about to cum he stood and came on the small of Jayden’s back. He also dumped the contents of the bottle on his back.

Jayden squirmed a little and made a little noise of disgust. Richard sat back down and started to jerk Jayden off again.

“Nnnh no I’m too sensitive now please…” Richard just chuckled and then stood, a look in his eye like he had just had an amazing idea. He pulled the whip out of Jayden’s ass and picked up the vibrator and he pushed it into Jayden’s ass in one smooth motion. Jayden moaned as Richard turned on the vibration. Richard grabbed the leather strap and put it around the head of Jayden’s dick and some of the shaft. Jayden’s hips bucked uncontrollably and Richard grinned. Richard looked at the alarm clock on Jayden’s dresser, it read 4:24.

“Damn. I have to go soon.”

“Nnnnhhhhhnnnhh,” Jayden couldn’t say anything, he just moaned.

“Hmm… Oh! Neat; those ropes are nylon, you know what that means?”

“Nnnnhh”

“It means that they will melt.” Richard looked around and grabbed some books, making a stack of them under one of the ropes restraining Jayden’s arms. Richard started looking around the room and found all his clothes and got dressed. He made sure the vibrators were on their highest setting and looked out the window. Not seeing his ride coming down the road he whipped Jayden’s ass a couple times. Jayden arched his back as he came another time, moaning loudly and squirting ropes of cum onto the bed.

“How much cum do you have Jayden? Jeez,” Richard grinned, but then he heard a honk and looked out the window, seeing his ride he said “Oh, time to go.” He placed the candle right under the rope and stood there a moment, the rope started to get a little shiny and he knew it would melt eventually.

“Bye, see you later.”

“Nnnnnhhnn”

Richard made sure he had everything he came in with and got in the car. Jayden was still tied to the bed, the vibrators were still running. His whole body convulsed rhythmically and he could smell burning plastic. He pulled at the rope and it stretched a little. He started pulling on it harder and harder. He threw all his weight back, trying to break the now thin rope, but the candle tipped over and splashed his face with molten wax. He screamed and the extra stimulus from his cock rubbing against the sheet made his whole body convulse and he came again, his body trying to curl up, sucking as much out of him as it could. The flame went out as soon as it touched the sheet and Jayden just layed there.

After he had recovered from his post-orgasm haze Jayden realized the rope had stretched enough to where he could reach the other rope and untie it. He untied his wrists and was fighting his hips’ twitching as he peeled the wax off his face. He tried to get at the vibrators but the angles were all wrong and he knew he’d have to untie his ankles first. He wriggled around to reach his ankles and the vibrator in his ass felt like it was pushing against his organs. He was finally able to roll over and turn off the vibrators. He undid the leather strap and tossed it on the floor, then he slowly pulled the vibrator out of his ass, his hips still bucking occasionally. He laid there for a minute then swung his legs over the side of his bed and tried to stand but his knees buckled and he fell back onto his bed. Just then, as he looked at the cummy mess on his bed and the sex toys on the floor, he heard his father’s dirtbike pull into the driveway.

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It was my day off and I woke up horny as hell with a raging erection. Nothing unusual about that, I love to have morning sex or if I wake alone then a morning jack-off session. Yawning and stretching like a cat, I reached down and started stroking my cock. I like a soft grip and a slow stroking motion. I love to feel the smooth warm skin of my cock while I move my hand up and down the shaft.

I started drifting into fantasy mode where I’d imagined that a girl I know was sucking my cock. And this was getting me extremely hard and my heart rate quickened as I tried to maintain a nice even slow pump up and down the full length of my now fully erect cock, a cock that was now a rock hard 7 and ½ inches. 

In about 5-miutes pre-cum started to ooze out of my pee-slit. I stopped pumping to catch a little blob of pre cum on my index finger and place on my tongue and then resume the slow full stroke with a light grip on my cock again. 

After stroking for another 5 minutes I was ready to cum but I like to prolong as long as I can because I love the feeling and didn’t want it to end so I stopped. Getting out of bed still naked I go and get some breakfast. While getting something to eat and making a coffee pre cum was still dripping out.

I grabbed one of my much porn DVD’s and put one on getting ready to finish what I started when I woke. Today, I was extra horny and starting thinking about going into the part of town where I know are a few adult bookstores that have movie theaters in them and watch some porn on the big screen.

I had the day off work so I thought fuck it, I’m going to go and masturbate in the adult movie theater. So I got dressed and jumped in my car and headed for my day of self-gratification. 

When I got there my heart rate was already higher due to the anticipation of what was about to happen. I paid my $10 and the attendant buzzed the door and I entered the theatre stood just inside the entrance and waiting for my eyes to adjust. While I stood there I watched a close up on the screen of a lovely shaved pussy being penetrated by two cocks. Once I could see better I looked around so a seat and was surprised to see around 4 others already in the theatre. 2 of which were openly stroking their cocks. 

I found a seat second row from the back on the left hand side of the theatre and sat third seat in from the isle. This meant it was light enough to be seen but far enough away to not feel like a pervert. I was watching the movie and had a ragging erection but was a little embarrassed to pull my cock out. But I was getting to the point where I was so horny that I had to feel of it so I tried to quietly lower the zipper on my Levis and let my cock spring free.

I still remember the feeling of the cooler air from the air-conditioning and that first touch of my hand as I gripped it felt great.

I looked around and tried to see if anyone was looking. No one seemed to be paying any attention so with a light grip I started to slow pumping from base to head. As I pumped I reveled in how great it felt being in the same room as others stroking my cock and knowing that they knew I was stroking it.

Then Buzzzzzzz and the familiar click of the door opening as someone else entered. I stopped pumping and pulled my shirt over my rock hard cock trying to hide what I was doing. Someone came in and stopped for the standard eye adjusting time and then proceeded to look for a seat.

He sat about 2 seats from another customer who was still masturbating, not caring if the new stranger had sat down near us. Taking a breath, I lifted my shirt and started stroking again. I could soon feel the pre-cum starting to rise to the top. Letting it ooze onto my waiting finger, I placed it in my mouth and sucked.

Fuck I was horny. I saw one of the other guys out of the corner of my eye watching me and my heart skipped a few beats as the adrenaline pumped through my veins. Fuck it felt so good to be caught masturbating by another man. I enjoyed it so much that I pulled my pants down so I was completely exposed to the world.

Now I was holding my cock at the base with one hand and enjoying the sight while allowing anyone else who was watching has a good look.

There was the familiar Buzzzzzzz and click of the door opening. Shit…no hiding now this could be any number of people coming in. I kept slowly stroking. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it was going to explode out of my chest as 2 new customers entered and waited for their eyes to adjust and then they looked for seats.

I was secretly hoping that they sat near me because I wanted desperately for someone to watch while I jacked-off. Sure enough one saw me and headed straight for my row and sat 2 seats away from me.

I was so horny that I had to stop stroking my cock. I just let it stand there in all its glory while it pulsated on its own at ever pump of my heart. As the stranger watched my cock he unzipped his pants, took out his cock to join in the session. I couldn’t believe it. I was jacking-off with another man while watching some great porn. And others were turning and watching us as well.

A massive glob of pre cum oozed out of my pee-slit. I missed half of it but managed to get most on my finger. Forgetting that the stranger was watching, I sucked it clean. Realizing he was there, I looked sideways at him.

He took that as an invitation and moved over to the seat next to me. Then he reached for my cock. A thousand thoughts raced through my mind…don’t’ let him touch you, you’re not gay. But fuck I was so turned on that he was watching me maybe it would feel even better if I let him jack me off. So without any objection I allowed his hand to make contact with my pulsating cock and it felt great. He wrapped his fingers lightly around my cock and stroked it nice and slow from base to tip the same as if I was doing it myself. I was in heaven. 

I saw his cock standing up straight begging for some attention so the least I could do was to reach out and stroke it for him and for the first time I touched another man’s cock. I felt that warmth of his cock and the veins in my hand.

I tried to stroke it but this was awkward because to our arms were crossed, so I had to use a reverse grip to stroke his cock for him. At this point I was so horny that I would have done almost any depraved sexual act.

Then he moved down on to the floor on his knees and got in-between my leg, all the time still pumping my cock up and down. Leaning towards my lap, he wrapped his mouth around my aching cock. The warmth of his wet mouth felt so good that I leaned back and allowed complete access to my cock for him to work his magic on. As he sucked I watched the movie on the screen which was close ups of a gorgeous brunette giving a great blowjob to a huge black cock.

I was in such a euphoric state that I didn’t even notice the 2 men who moved directly behind us to watch the action up close. It wasn’t until the familiar BUZZZZZZ and click of the door that I realized we had a small audience. When I turned to see who came in I saw out of the corner of my eye that the guy behind us was standing and had his cock out while he watched me getting my cock sucked. He smiled and I saw that another had joined him and was also standing with their pants around there ankles both pumping their cock furiously.

At this point I have never been more turned on in my whole life. I mean I would have done anything that involved sex at that point in time. I was about to cum and thought I can’t let this end it is too good, so I gently pushed my new friends head away from my cock.

He looked a little confused so I motioned that it was his turn. As he stood, letting his pants fell to his ankles and a very impressive 8-inch cock jutted straight out from a dark clump of pubic hair. I reached out and grabbed it, again enjoying the feeling of the texture and warmth of the skin in my hand. Sliding off my seat to my knees, I slowly stroked his cock. From just a few inches away the tip, I watched the head of his cock bobbing with my hand movements. It was fantastic being so close to another man’s cock.

And then I saw a bead of pre- cum forming on his pee-slit and I had to have it. Moving my face forward, my virgin lips wrapped around the head of his cock and I used my tongue to taste his pre cum. Then his cock filled my mouth as took it in and out of my mouth, stroking with my hand and feeling every vein as it moved it back and forth between my lips and across my tongue.

“Wow,” I thought, I’m sucking cock and it feels great, I was transfixed by this beautiful cock that was glistening in the dim light of the theatre with my saliva dripping off it. I quickly put it back in my mouth to taste it again. I was sucking like the cock crazed women you see in porno. Every couple of minutes or so I’d stop sucking and look at his cock up close to my face. I was in love with what I was doing that I’d squeeze out his pre-cum so I could lick it off his pee-slit.

I glanced up and saw that there were now 4 guys all with their pants unzipped, all furiously pumping there cocks as they watched us. That’s when my new friend saw them too. When he looked down at me and I could see in his eyes what was about to happen so I took a couple of inches of his cock back in my mouth and started jacking him off with my hand. At this point I was so horny that I’d have sucked a horse’s cock.

I felt his hand on my head and he pushed my head away. I don’t think he wanted to cum because he was enjoying this too and didn’t want it to stop. But he waited too late. As my mouth slipped off his cock it spurted out its first wave of cum, going right past me onto the back of the seat behind me. Then I was mesmerized by watching at such close range his cock expand and pulsate then spew out another glob of cum. But this time I wasn’t going to miss it so I tried to catch it in my mouth but only got half of it. Then he just moaned, “Ooh, O-o-o-h-h-h-h SHIT,” as he started furiously pumping his cock.

He couldn’t stop cumming, he just let it flow. I clamped onto his cock, taking as much as I could filling my mouth and tasting that sweet cum. I savored until I thought that I couldn’t take it anymore. When he finished and thanked me, pulled up his pants and half embarrassed quickly left the theatre.

 I stood up, my cock still exposed for all to see. I was so excited that my cock was bobbing up and down with every beat of my heart. There must have been about 8-10 men in there by now, all either watching or had watched at some point.

I couldn’t believe what I had just done.

I felt something wet hit my face and realized that it was cum. not sure whose it was because at least 3 of the men watching had cummed by now. I used my index finger to wipe it up, stuck it in my mouth and licked it off. Of the other 4 men that were behind me, 2 were now cumming hard all over the seats where I was sitting. I watch in awe while thinking about them watching me suck and be sucked. I got them so horny that they had to masturbate in the theater.

Then another guy came up my row, dropped to his knees and took my cock all the way into his warm mouth. I was so horny that I lasted about 30 seconds before I started filling his mouth with the hot cum that had been building up since I woke this morning. I filled him to the point where he couldn’t swallow fast enough and it was oozing out of the corners of his mouth. When I was finished, he smiled and licked my cock clean. 

Exhausted, I sat back down it my seat. I could feel cum on my ass cheek but I didn’t care. As I watched the rest of the movie I felt like sleeping so I’ll have to go home and rest. Maybe I’ll come back tonight, I though as I got up. My legs were still shaking when I pulled my pants. This was easily the best sexual experience I’d ever had.

I left the adult store and was heading for the train station when I looked down and saw a glob of cum on my shoe and some on my pants. I must have walked past 100 people before I saw it. Not sure if anyone saw it but I decided to leave it and walk the whole way to the station like with it there.

My cock started to get hard again but my balls were aching so I decided to go home rest and come back on the weekend.

The end…

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“Perhaps stand over there at the center of the net with the grandstand and the Bangkok skyline in the background.”

Dent Douglas tore his eyes away from the young man who was interviewing him; turned his gaze on the photographer, Rick Rodriguez; and then, with a smile, moved to the center of the tennis court net and struck a pose. He was a tall, well-built sandy-haired, commanding figure, and he knew it.

“We can continue with the interview while Rick gets his shots,” the interviewer, Krit Kraft said. With a look of appreciation, Douglas turned his attention back to the young man whose ancestry he was trying to figure out. He had an Oriental look about him, but his hair had blond highlights and he had the facial features of a Westerner. His body was small, like many Thai, though, and was well-proportioned–perfectly, and delicately, featured in face. Douglas wondered if he’d just been in Thailand too long and was looking for Thai features in all small men he saw.

“You were telling me why you train here in Bangkok,” Krit said. “Other than Paradorn Srichaphan, I can’t think of any other player who trained in Thailand.”

“Neither can I,” Douglas responded, with a smile. “But Srichaphan is Thai. I’m not. He naturally was based here.”

“Yes, of course.” Krit said, digging at it. “But, other than the Australian Open, I wouldn’t think that Thailand is a convenient location from which to reach major tournaments. Like the Aussie players who remain in Australia to train, you have jet lag problems that other players don’t have, don’t you?”

Douglas changed poses, giving Rodriguez new angles to shoot–he was so photogenic that he was an old hand at posing for media coverage–but his gaze didn’t linger away from Krit very long at a time. “Money,” he said. Then he added, because it was nagging at him, “Are you part Thai? With the name Krit . . .”

“Yes, my mother’s Thai. My father’s French, though. I’m American.”

They shared a laugh.

“A very nice combination,” Douglas said, giving the interviewer an appreciative look.

Krit blushed–or exhibited what would be seen as a blush if his complexion wasn’t as dusky as a Thai’s. He looked down shyly before lifting his face again and giving Douglas a smile. “Money, you said. How does that figure in?”

“The majors are the big money makers, yes, Douglas said, but the competition is really stiff. By locating here I can move higher in the Asian tournaments, and the money in those is better than any of the smaller tournaments in the United States and Europe. I have the advantage here over a lot of players who don’t want to come this far for tournaments.”

Krit knew he was on a slick slope here. The Tennis Talk magazine he was conducting this interview for wouldn’t want to have to highlight that a player they were featuring was admitting that he couldn’t hold his own on the tennis court with the big boys. Douglas was ranked in the high thirties now, but it was the highest he’d been and maybe the highest his tennis talent was going to take him. The magazine’s interest was in the unusual story of an American choosing to train in Thailand and also because of how popular Douglas was with the ladies.

“So, it’s the money.”

“It works both ways,” Douglas said, giving Krit a steady look. “It’s also much cheaper living here than in the West, and the money I receive as the tennis pro here at the Royal Bangkok Sports Club is far better, with fewer duties, than I could get anywhere else.”

“That makes sense,” Krit said. He didn’t want to leave this point–this was the most significant reason he had come to Bangkok for an interview–but he couldn’t see how he could push it.

“Plus,” Douglas said, “training here in the Thai heat and humidity has toughened me up for play anywhere else in the world. I moved up twenty places since I moved here. Can you see the effect in my body?” He pulled his tennis shirt over his head and flexed for Krit, and Rodriguez fired off several photos in succession. These photos would be worth a mint placed in the right media.

Krit certainly could see the effect in Dent Douglas’ body. The man was cut and probably didn’t have an ounce of fat on his muscular frame. His body was a thing of beauty and power–sleek and as muscular as a jungle cat. Krit could see that even in his tennis togs. He didn’t know what to answer and this was an opening for him to pursue what he actually was here for, but Douglas closed the door on this avenue.

“You said you want to have photos of me at my home,” Douglas said, turning the conversation when Krit just thought it was becoming interesting and getting close to what he was after. “What hotel are you staying at?”

“The Dusit Thani, just across Lumphini Park from here on Rama IV,” Krit answered.

“To get a really good feel for my home life, why don’t you and your photographer move to my house for a couple of nights?”

“We wouldn’t want to . . .” Krit didn’t hurry to finish that sentence, because it was just the opening he had been seeking. They did, as a matter of fact, want to impose on Douglas’ home life.

“I’ll send a car for you tomorrow after lunch,” Douglas said. “I don’t live far. But it’s in a Thai-style house and isn’t easy to find.”

* * * *

“You didn’t get the admission,” Rick Rodriguez said as he opened the bathroom door.

Krit, standing under the streaming shower, heard Rodriguez open the door but wasn’t able to hear what he said. He turned off the shower and asked Rodriguez to repeat himself.

“I said you didn’t get what we came for.”

“He wants us to stay at his house tomorrow, doesn’t he? It’s just a matter of time. We got enough for the Tennis Talk article, didn’t we? And enough for the Internet cheesecake shots. Or did you have the lens cap on when you were taking your photos? Those photos of him flexing his muscles with his shirt off are great.”

“Don’t be a smart aleck, and don’t forget what we need or who’s in charge here. You know why you’re here, and it isn’t for your interview skills.”

“Bite me,” Krit said and then turned contemptuously and turned the shower back on.

The Hispanic photographer, nearly twice Krit’s size, must not have liked Krit’s attitude, as he was stripped and climbing into the shower before the smaller, younger man realized he was there.

“Ricky,” he exclaimed as Rodriguez turned him and pushed him roughly against the tiled wall of the shower enclosure. Already hard, Rodriguez reached around Krit’s hips on either side, gripped the smaller man’s butt cheeks in his beefy hands, and simultaneously separated them and lifted Krit’s body off the floor of the shower. Rodriguez’ knees pressed in between Krit’s thighs.

Krit cried out as the beefier man pushed his back up the slimy tiles and then began lowering his channel on the bulb of his cock, the Hispanic moving his hips and screwing his cock up inside Krit.

“Oh, shit. Oh, fuck!” Krit cried out, but then he was reduced to moans and groans, as Rodriguez brutally took possession of his mouth and began to raise and lower his small body, faster and faster on the invading cock.

They both held position there, under the stream of water, pressed against the slick tiles of the shower wall, both panting heavily, after they ejaculated.

“You remember what you’re here for, right?”

“Yes, Ricky.” Krit whispered.

“Who is in charge of this?” Rodriguez growled.

“You are, Ricky,” Krit whimpered.

“And you’re gonna get what we want here, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Ricky.”

Not long afterward, Krit found out why Ricky Rodriguez had booked them into the Dusit Thani. Just a few blocks away was the infamous Patpong red light district. Gay bars–many of them being transvestite bars, with transvestites in Thailand being known as katoys–dotted the several-block area of this district, mingled in with the girlie bars and whore houses.

Krit lost count of the number of bars they visited, with him becoming increasingly frustrated as they moved along. Although Rodriguez was free with mixing with and handling the katoys–the transsexuals–and other boy toys they met in the bars, anytime a man approached Krit–and there were many who were attracted to him–Rodriguez warned them off. And although several of these men were rough trade–mostly East European sailors–none of them were a match for Rodriguez.

The young interviewer was pouting when they finally walked back to the Dusit Thani.

“Keyed up, are you?” Rodriguez asked.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Krit asked. “You certainly enjoyed yourself tonight, but you gave me no leeway at all.”

“I want you ready for the rest of this interview with Dent Douglas,” Rodriguez said.

“I need it,” Krit whined, as he nuzzled up to Rodriguez. “When we get back to the room–“

“I’ll give you what you need–all that you can handle–once we’ve gotten everything we want from this interview,” Rodriguez growled.

* * * *

Krit and Ricky were picked up at the Dusit Thani in the late afternoon by a black Mercedes sedan, driven by a young Thai man who they’d seen working as a ball boy at the Royal Bangkok Sports Club when Krit and the photographer arrived there to interview Douglas and he’d been giving a tennis lesson. The Mercedes wasn’t new, but it was a Mercedes, speaking to what Douglas had told Krit about how lucrative basing himself in Thailand was.

The Mercedes drove back across town in the direction of the sports club but on the opposite side of Lumphini Park to the sports club. The driver told Krit this was Wireless Road, named because it led from the country’s first telecommunications office to the British Embassy, which originally was on the outskirts of the city but now was nearly in the center of it. En route the sedan passed the American, Netherlands, and Spanish embassies. They crossed one of the city’s main drags, Sukumvit, and were on a narrow street traversing between white cement walls of compounds. At the end of the street, a gate opened as the Mercedes approached, and the sedan entered a previous century, somewhere seemingly far from the city.

The jungle-like foliage was heavy and led down to the bank of a wide canal, one of a network of waterways called klongs that had once been the “streets” of the city that was known as the Venice of the Orient.

Almost hidden in the thick jungle foliage were the old Thai-style buildings of the compound: pavilions made of weathered teak suspended on platforms that kept the living quarters above the periodic floodwaters of the klong in the monsoon seasons, which covered much of the year. The pavilions had steep-peaked, colorful-tiled roofs with wooden “dragon-tail” curlicues at the ends of the eaves.

Only the tennis court beside the drive inside the compound gates–closed by two more young Thai men of small stature and clothed only in ankle-length colorful sarongs wound around their waists–gave Krit and Ricky a hint that they had, indeed, come to the residence of the tennis pro.

They were met at the foot of the stairs, up to what appeared to be the main pavilion platform, by two more small, perfectly formed young Thai men, giving them bowing “wais” of hands clasped in front of them and bending at the waist. These men too wore sarongs draping down from their waists and were barefooted.

“Welcome to Mr. Douglas’ home,” one said in British-inflected tones. “Mr. Kraft is to come with me and Mr. Rodriguez is to be taken to his room by Chumphon. You will meet with Mr. Douglas for dinner in two hours.”

The other young Thai obviously was Chumphon. He gave Ricky a saucy smile, touched him on the forearm lightly, and beckoned for Ricky to follow him. Rodriguez turned and gave Krit a broad smile before turning away again and mimicking the young Thai’s butt swaying saunter down a garden path between palm trees beside the main pavilion.

With a smile, the other Thai man, identifying himself as Amphon, guided Krit up the steps into the main pavilion.

Krit was led through a series of open-sided pavilion platforms to a wing where the pavilions were enclosed by wooden walls. He was led down a corridor with a bed chamber on either side and into a large bedroom at the end of the hall that was dominated by a massive four-poster bed draped in bold-colored Thai silk.

“Is this to be where I sleep?” Krit asked, not believing he would be housed in such elegance.

The response that came back was inscrutable, though. “A bath has been made ready for you and then I am sure you will want to rest,” Amphon answered. “May I help you undress?”

“No, thank you, I think I can manage that myself.”

Amphon didn’t leave the room, though. He stood there, taking each shed item of clothing from Krit as the young man undressed and then motioned him toward a door on the back wall of the chamber.

Krit went as far as the open door of the large bathroom, featuring a large tiled bath in the center of the room and stopped there, his eyes bugging out.

“I thought you might be willing to join me,” Dent Douglas said from where he reclined in the bath water. “I thought I read the signals you were sending at the sports club correctly. I did, didn’t I? Or do you want to be taken to a room and bath of your own?”

Krit didn’t answer immediately. He was busy wondering if it really was going to be this easy.

“You kept after me about why I chose to live and train in Bangkok and didn’t seem to fully accept the answers I gave,” Douglas continued when Krit didn’t respond immediately. “I think you understand now why. I have a fetish for small and young Thai men–not boys; I want my men to be men–and I can indulge my preferences easily here in Bangkok. All of the young men you’ve seen in the compound? Yes, I fuck them all. And I, of course, find you enticing too. I’m sure you have realized that. I want to fuck you; am I wrong in thinking that’s what you want too?”

Yes, it was going to be that easy, Krit, thought, as he entered the room, climbed into the tub, and lowered his knees into the water straddling Douglas’ hips. With a broad smile and a deep laugh, Douglas raised his arms to grip Krit’s tiny waist between his hands, to help the young man center his buttocks on the thick, erect shaft, and then to start raising and lowering Krit’s channel on his cock.

Meanwhile, across the compound, in a more modern, but less luxurious outbuilding, also raised on stilts, Ricky Rodriguez wasn’t losing out on Dent Douglas’ hospitality.

Chumphon walked him up the stairs into a two-story wooden-walled building that contained guest rooms, of generous, but not gigantic, proportions, and attached private baths. Chumphon told him that these rooms were for Douglas’ coaching and physical conditioning team when they were in residence and the second floor rooms, which were smaller, with communal baths, were for the senior domestic staff of the compound.

“I sleep up there,” Chumphon said, “. . . when I am not wanted down here.”

He shyly lowered his eyes. He was standing next to a young Thai woman, clothed in a Thai-silk sarong and also looking demurely at the floor. “Is there any service either one of us may render for you?”

Rodriguez got the message. He could take his pick.

“I believe you are wanted down here tonight,” he said directly to Chumphon.

Without looking up, the young woman, a small smile still on her lips, glided around him and out into the hallway.

“Very good, sir. I will just draw a bath and . . .”

“Bathing can come later,” Rodriguez growled. He reached over, grabbed the knot of Chumphon’s sarong skirt, virtually tearing the material away from the young man’s body. He was unzipping himself as he pushed Chumphon down on his knees before him and started unbuttoning his shirt. While Rodriguez worked with the buttons, Chumphon dutifully took his hardening cock in his mouth.

Ten minutes later, Chumphon was bent over the end of the double bed, his arms outstretched and grasping at the Thai silk bedspread and his face turned up toward the headboard that was rhythmically bouncing off the back wall, a pained expression in his eyes and his mouth open in a big, round O. Rodriguez was crouched over him from behind, his hands grasping Chumphon’s narrow waist, and his cock beating away deep inside the small Thai man’s channel.

* * * *

Ricky didn’t get the promised nap and barely had time to shower and wrap the Thai silk sarong around his loins that he’d been told was the chosen dinner attire that evening before he had to leave for the evening meal. The young woman attendant, who had been introduced to him as Lek, had to guide him back to the main pavilions, because he’d left Chumphon lying on his back on the bed, legs spread open, moaning, but also wearing a silly grin on his face.

“I will be late in returning, I think, but I will expect you to be here when I return,” Rodriguez said to Chumphon before leaving the room. Just inside the door to the corridor, he leaned down, picked up his camera bag, and settled the strap on his shoulder. His camera equipment was his life. He left it nowhere. His attachment to his equipment didn’t extend to bringing it into the pavilion where the dinner was being served on a low teak table surrounded by pillows for the guests to recline on, however. There was a long couch, also spread with Thai silk pillows, against the only permanent wall of the pavilion. The other three sides were covered in colorful silk drapes now tied back to the thick teak tree-trunk pillars holding the roof up. Rodriguez pushed his camera case under a chair near the entrance into the pavilion and entered, to find that it would be just the three of them dining.

Douglas and Krit already were at the table, sitting close to each other. It didn’t take much imagination for Rodriguez to discern that they’d had sex with each other before coming to the dining area. Krit confirmed as much in a surreptitious glance of confirmation at Rodriguez as the photographer entered the pavilion.

Both Douglas and Krit were wearing only sarong skirts, and Rodriguez’ eyes narrowed with a flash of worthy competition when he was reminded how muscular and perfectly defined Douglas’ chest was. He was a powerfully built man with the long arms that had served him well in reaching for acute-angle volleys in tennis matches.

Rodriguez could tell, as he knelt at the table across from the other two, that his presence here wouldn’t be welcome for long after the meal was served.

The meal took nearly an hour, as course after course was brought in by a succession of beautiful young Thai men, all giving Douglas a look that told Rodriguez that Douglas fucked them all.

So it was confirmed as true, Rodriguez thought. Douglas lived here for the access to young Oriental males. His masters had guessed correctly–even to the extent of bringing the small, half-Thai Krit on board to do the interviews.

Throughout the meal Douglas and Krit remained close to each other, with Douglas feeding a morsel to Krit now and then and letting his fingers linger on Krit’s full lips.

Not long after the mango and sticky rice was served, the conversation, such as there was, having been within the bounds of information Krit could use in the Tennis Talk article, Rodriguez cleared his throat and said, “I think I’d best turn in early. I will take photos of the compound tomorrow in the morning light, if you don’t mind.”

“That sounds fine to me,” Douglas said. “I hope your accommodations are satisfactory. I thought you might enjoy the privacy of the guest house.”

“Yes, it is quite satisfactory,” Rodriguez answered. But what he thought was, you can’t fool me. You have housed me as far away from the main house as you could so that you could have your go at Krit without my interference.

But then Douglas surprised him by letting him know there was little subterfuge going on at all.

“I hope you will take it a bit easy with Chumphon tonight. I understand you have nearly worn him out and Krit and I could hear echoes of his taking from here while I was fucking Krit. Don’t look so surprised, Mr. Rodriguez. That’s another reason I choose to live in Thailand. There are no sexual taboos here. We can be very open about our sexual preferences and desires–as I’m sure you’ve already learned with Chumphon.”

Somewhat nonplused, Rodriguez answered something, but even he could not have told what he said. He did hope, though that Krit was remember the quote so that they would use it for photo captions.

“But I’m glad you are enjoying yourself,” Douglas continued. “Krit tells me that you are quite the expert cocksman, so I’m sure Chumphon is enjoying servicing you. I just request that, if you start taking your photos early in the morning, you wait to come into the main house until Krit and I have appeared for breakfast. I plan on wearing Krit’s sweet little ass out myself tonight.”

Rodriguez nearly slunk out of the room, with face downcast and not knowing what to say. Douglas obviously felt totally in command in this environment.

As he left, the young Thai serving men were untying the drapes on the three open sides of the pavilion and letting them close together to give Douglas and Krit privacy. They followed Rodriguez out of the now-enclosed pavilion and, when he hesitated to pull his camera case out from underneath the chair beyond the now-closed curtains, they continued on, carrying the remnants of the meal and chattering happily to each other in Thai.

Rodriguez didn’t go back to his room immediately, though. He lingered there, taking both a still and a small video camera out of his case and checking lens settings. It had been no accident or even distrust of the servants that had led him to bringing his cameras to dinner.

One aspect of their assignment was completed now–or would be when he’d taken the photos around the compound tomorrow morning. But it wasn’t just for a Tennis Talk article that he and Krit had come all the way to Bangkok–or that Krit had been chosen to come with Rodriguez for.

He waited until he heard Krit begin to moan and groan, and then he started walking around the draped area of the pavilion, on the decking that extended beyond those curtained walls, and peeked in partings of the drapes here and there, looking for good camera angles.

He cursed under his breath. Every angle he could see was blocked by the low teak table. Still, he knew that Douglas was fucking Krit on the pillows behind the low table. They were reclining right where they had been seated, with Douglas on top of Krit. The sarongs were gone. Krit, on his back, had one leg raised up Douglas’ torso and his small ankle hooked on Douglas’ shoulder. Douglas’ plump, yet firm, naked buttocks were rising above the edge of the table and descending again in the rhythm of a vigorous fuck.

Rodriguez managed to fire off some interesting shots, but none that could be identified independently as being of Dent Douglas. Get him to move from there, Rodriguez was screaming in his mind.

As if he’d heard his photographer’s demands, Krit struggled up to his knees and mumbled what must have been a request to move to the couch.

When the two men had moved there, Rodriguez got all of the photography he could possibly have wanted. Douglas sitting on the sofa, with Krit facing him and riding his cock. Krit belly down across the sofa, his buttocks raised to Douglas, as the sandy-haired tennis player performed stiff-armed pushups above him, plowing the smaller man’s channel with deep thrusts. Douglas sitting again on the sofa, with Krit skewered on his cock, facing away from Douglas, his chest cantilevered out over the teak floor boards and his arms stretched back and held at the wrists by Douglas’ strong hands. Krit kneeling at Douglas’ feet, half turned away from him, nuzzling Douglas’ hard, throbbing cock to his cheek as Douglas ejaculated in great gobs of white cum.

Perfect, Rodriguez thought, as he put his cameras back in his case and stealthily moved down the staircase to the ground and hence down the path in the dense jungle garden toward his own next tryst with Chumphon. This was what they’d come for, more than the Tennis Talk article. The Sports Outings Web site would pay far more for these photos than the tennis magazine would for an article on Dent Douglas’ unusual decision to train from Bangkok.

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When I was in high school, I’d always thought of my college years as my way to break out and try new things. I was gay, and while I wanted to let everyone know, the closet was so…cozy. So I learned how to not be so gay. I joined my school’s basketball team and hung out with mostly “bros.” I wouldn’t call myself the most attractive thing to roam the land, but I don’t look bad. That made it a lot easier to find one beautiful beard named Katy. She was a really pretty red-head with a thick ass and some big knockers, but she was such a huge bitch. Being with her was like a job, but it paid. In return for putting up with her horrible “queen b” attitude, no one questioned my sexuality. Katie thought it was “cute” when I said I didn’t want to make love until marriage. Luckily, I didn’t plan on staying with her longer than the school year.

Fast forward to August of the next year. I was packing all of my clothes into my truck. I’d been admitted into a college in southern California and was going make the trek by myself. It took a lot of coaxing of my parents, but I reasoned that “I needed alone time to get myself ready for such a new life.” Seeing as I’m from Indiana, they weren’t too keen on it, but they allowed it. After my last bag was in the back seat, my mother smothered me in smooches and my dad gave me the most manly yet heartfelt handshake that slowly morphed into a hug. I had been extremely close to my dad while my relationship with my mom was…rocky at best. She’s was by no means a “bad” mother. She was a Catholic from her head to her toes. Mom would crucify a piece of toast if Psalm 2:11 told her to. To be honest, it was the main reason I wanted to go by myself. I couldn’t stand hours upon hours of instruction on how to stay away from the sinners. I actually wanted to expose myself to as much as possible. Stop when I wanted to, go when I wanted to…I wanted more “me time.” As I pulled out of the driveway, I gave a parting honk and floored it.

I’d been on the road for 5 hours-I’m super efficient-so I decided to stop for food. I pulled into a McDonalds and decided to eat in. I did kinda wish I had someone to talk to, but I knew this would be a perfect time for my mom to talk about the “sins of the college man.” After I got my meal, I saw that there were no free seats, but I saw a table with one guy occupying a seat. He seemed fairly nice, so I asked if I could sit with him. From far away, he seemed alright. Closer, he could make a fully grown cow quiver like a newly born calf. This unknown hottie replied, “Totally!” He seemed extremely nice and excited so I wanted to continue the conversation, but seeing as I’d always had the keen talent of putting my foot in my mouth, I left the responsibility of discussion to him.

“So, are you from here or are passing through,” he inquired.

“Just passing through. I’m heading to college.” As I replied, I couldn’t suppress my smile.

“Same here! Where are you going?”

“USC”

“That’s weird. Me too.” We both began laughing at the odds of meeting up and heading to the same college.

“Where are you from?”

“Maine.”

“That has to be a rough ride!”

“It has been! My ass hurts from sitting for so long. How about you?”

“Me too. I’m from Indiana myself.”

“My friends are going to Indiana State. We decided to take a road trip and I’m the last one on the list. Are you here with anyone?”

“Nah, I left my parents at home.”

“Ooh, move in by yourself? That’s gonna be hard.”

“I know. I just hope I can get all of it in my room before my legs give out.” Just as I said that, I could feel his leg touch mine. After so many years of the closet, I’d been trained to jerk my leg back, but before I could, I stopped myself. It felt nice. We conversed a while longer and I noticed that we started touching more and more. First it’s a leg touch; then he lays his hand atop mine. His eyes-his brown eyes-stared into mine. We both finished up with our meals and decided it we should both head our not-so-separate ways. As he stood, I saw the rest of his body. He was about 5’9” and muscular. I don’t know how I didn’t notice his ripped arms since he was wearing the staple of American college boys: a tank top. As we walked out we said our goodbyes. Before I put my keys in my car, he asked if we should ride back together.

“You could ride behind me and we can eat together. I know it gets a little lonely, so it might be cool to have someone to talk to.”

“Yeah that would be pretty sweet. By the way, what’s your name,” I asked. We’d talked for hours, and we hadn’t even exchanged names.

“Nick. And yours is…”

“Aaron. What’s your number? We can call or text if we want to stop anywhere.” Apparently, my ploy to get his number worked. With a smile and a peace sign, we both headed to our vehicles and were on our way. It was only after the first hour on the road that I could pull my mind away from Nick. He just seemed like a really nice guy to hang with. I was also thinking he was dropping hints that he was gay too, but I wasn’t exactly ready for that conversation. I could only hope that my roommates at USC were anywhere near as cool. I opted for a suite of random roommates since I wanted to get fully immersed in college life, but as the dates neared, I became increasingly anxious about the increased pressure. I didn’t just have to make one roommate like me; I was trying to befriend three of them.

I really got to know Nick on our travel west. He’s a major foodie, though you wouldn’t guess based on his body. He talks extremely fast when he’s excited or annoyed. He’s polite almost to a fault. So I was almost sad that we arrived to our destination when we did. We parked our cars and shook hands, knowing it was probably the last time we were going to see each other for some time. We opened our trunks and grabbed our first bag. As we began walking, I noticed he was walking in the same direction as me. As we reached the door of our building, we cocked our heads at each other and laughed at the coincidence. We searched for an elevator, and once we got in, we both reached for the button-the same button. We looked at each other and smiled. As we reached the fifth floor, we gave our last goodbye. We looked for our respective rooms. I took a left, and he took a right. As I found my room, I noticed I was the first one there. The suite was almost like a small apartment with small rooms within the giant room. Knowing how much shit I packed, I took the bigger of the rooms. Just as I finished unpacking, the front door opened. Just as I opened my door, there stood Nick-bags in hand-with a dropped jaw and wide eyes that mimicked mine.

“There were already two people in my dorm and when I asked about it, they said they gave me the wrong information. This is actually my dorm.”

“You’re joking.” I wasn’t as disdained as my tone let on.

“Nice to know I have a friend in here!”

“No no, I mean this is great!”

“I see you’re getting your room together. Want any help?”

“Sure.” As we finished my room, I was walking toward the door to get the rest of Nick’s stuff to start his room, but before I could reach it, he grabbed my hand and pulled me into a kiss that made the earth shatter. At first, I was surprised, but when his tongue hit my lips, I knew to open up. He traced my lips with his tongue before entering. I’d never even held hands with a boy before, so I just tried to mimic what he did. He went right; I went left. He went up; I went down. I felt, for lack of a less cheesy word, divine. We finally broke away as he led us to the bed.

“I know we just made the bed, but do you wanna mess it up?” My eyes widened at the prospect of my first time.

“Sh-sh…sure. I’ll warn you; I’ve never done this before.”

“No worries. We’ll just do what’s natural.” He then proceeded to kiss me again-more electric than last time-pulling me onto the bed. This time, however, he began moving. He began to slowly and subtly grind on my leg. I think I was feeling the same thing he was because I did the same to him. I took off my shirt and returned to the kiss. To be honest, I couldn’t tell you much more about because I just lost myself in the moment. His hands roamed downward until they reached my jeans. I felt my button pop open and my zipper fly down. Before I knew it, my shirt, pants, and underwear were on the floor next to me. His lips left my mouth to go to my neck…then my chest…my nipples…my stomach…

Then he took me in.

The same magic his tongue worked in my mouth now worked on my dick as he started with the head. His swirled his tongue around it-specifically focussing on the hole. More and more, he would go farther down my dick. My dick got harder and…warmer? Yeah, his mouth was warm and soft. I started moaning and thrusting into his mouth. It felt natural. I ran my hands through his hair as he went farther down. Finally, he got me all the way down his throat. In retrospect, that was a pretty big accomplishment seeing as I’m 9” long and fairly thick. It felt like I was fucking his throat. Once he was all the way down, he began humming. The vibrations were too much for me.

“Bro, I’m gonna cum soon. Like really soon.” He went faster and deeper. He hummed over my moaning. (To be honest, I was probably screaming.) Then he stopped and began undressing himself. When he was done, I saw one hell of a man. I’d only seen 2 cocks in person before: mine (every night) and my father’s when he walked out of the bathroom after showering. This one, however, may have single-handedly turned me into a cockwhore. Now I can’t tell you how long or thick it was (how would I know?) but I can tell you it was bigger than mine. He turned me over and and spread my butt apart.

“Grab on to these for me, will ya,” he whispered. Before his lips left my ear, he kissed it lightly and I complied. I’d seen a lot of porn in my day, so I knew what was coming. But it didn’t making it any less surprising if that makes any sense. I felt a cold liquid fall on my asshole. I something push itself in as he crawled under me. We continued our kissing session as he fingered my asshole. I quickly became mesmerized.

In…out…in…out…

Then he added another finger. I ground myself into his fingers thrusts. I started to moan into his mouth. I alternated between grinding on his fingers and grinding on his leg. He added another finger and that was almost it for me. “I’m gonna cum.” Then he stopped. (I probably should have learned to keep my mouth shut.)

He told me to lift my body up. I followed his order and waited for him to adjust himself. He only nodded his head, and I knew what to do. A began sitting until I felt the head at my entrance. He said, “Take it slow,” and so I did. It felt like years until I reached the bottom. His eyes widened as he took me. I felt…full? It just felt so natural. It felt even more so when he began grinding into me. Slowly, as if we weren’t just fucking. I knew we weren’t in love or anything, but it felt like more than just a fling. I could hear him panting under me as I moaned loudly. (Our neighbors probably think I’m getting some ass on the first day.) His breathing gets louder and faster. I know he’s about to cum, and seeing as I’ve been ready since the first touch, I knew we would cum together. I could feel his dick becoming more rigid. Its spasm inside of me unearthed the rising pleasure I felt. He was hitting my prostate repeatedly, and my breath quickened. Harder. Faster.

Then he came.

He didn’t stop, though. He kept going until my dick released everything. After five or six spurts, I collapsed on top of him, crushing my cum on him and allowing his to leak out of my ass. We fell asleep on my bed-me in his arms.

I woke up at 7:00pm. So much for seizing the day! I could feel Nick stirring behind me as I woke up. He kissed the back of my neck and said, “Good morning…afternoon…evening? What time is it?”

“Way too late.” Just as I had replied, I heard laughing in the living room. My face must have contorted in some way, because Nick started to ask what was wrong. He barely got to the third word when I told him to be quiet. I could hear muffled sounds in the living room and knew that the people in there were probably our roommates. We shot out of bed and got dressed as quickly as possible. We were both about to leave when I turned back and whispered, “You might want to hang back for a second. It’d look weird for both of us to leave at the same time.”

“You’re probably right,” he replied. With that, I plunged out into the unknown to meet who I’d be rooming with for the next few months. I closed the door behind me to enter a moderately lit room with two guys sitting on the couch facing away from me. As the door closed, they both turned their heads; I could see their faces light up when they saw me.

“Hey there sleepy head,” the brunet exclaimed. “I was wondering when we’d get to meet our other roomies. My name’s Jason, but people call me Jase.” He extended his hand toward me, and gave me a firm handshake.

“Aaron. Nice to meet you. And you are…” I asked turning may attention to the red head.

“Tim.” He seemed slightly standoffish but he was probably just shy. We did the usual small talk: where are you from, what’s your major, how long was the drive, etc. As we were diving into the conversation, I heard a door close.

“Don’t think we’re gonna let you off that easy.” Jase laughed as he all but bellowed it across the room toward who I suspected to be Nick. Damn it.

“Did you think we didn’t check all the room’s before we started moving in,” Tim  asked. They must have seen us tangled on the bed – naked and sweaty. At least I don’t have to do the awkward coming out conversation.

“Hey…” Nick hung on to the end of the word for a second or two.

“Hey yourself hot stuff. I thought we were supposed to wait until the second day to get some tail,” Tim chimed.

Nick sat next to me, put his hand on my leg and replied, “I guess I couldn’t wait.” The introductions continued and the conversation progressed. Nick didn’t move his hand; he never moved his hand. I wasn’t sure if we we’re a couple or he was coming off the high of this morning. Either way, I was comfortable. He and Tim hit it off as did Jase and me. We ended the night after our conversation and turned in early.

The next morning shone through my window violently. I’d thought about Nick all night. It was only when the sun was vaguely peaking above the ground that I’d even remembered that sleep was a priority. Jase and I had said last night that we would take today to get oriented with the campus and maybe meet some people. I guess he wasn’t upset that two of his roommates were gay. I’d gotten myself dressed and left my room to find that my walking buddy had fallen asleep on the couch. We said we’d leave at 11am and it was already 10:30. I woke him up and he looked up with a hazy look in his eyes.

“Whaa..?” he said almost incoherently.

“Remember? We’re supposed to go find cool places and shit.”

“Oh yeah, I’ll be ready in five.” That was an over estimate. It seemed that he exited his room just as quickly as he’d entered it. Though it took him little time, he looked like it took him hours to get ready; he had this preppy, clean-cut look perfected. After dealing with a couple other things, we we on our way.

We trekked from building to building making conversation easily enough. Then he threw me curveball.

“So what’s your deal with Nick?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, what’s your relationship with him. Is he a boyfriend, friend with benefits, fuck buddy? What’s your deal,” he laughed as he inquired. I could tell he was lighthearted enough his intent.

“Well, I don’t know. We barely know each other. But from what I know of him, I’m kinda falling for him. I know it’s quick, but I’m confused.

“I won’t try to pressure you one way or another, but I’m really good at reading people. Nick seems to like you a lot.” My eyes perked up like a dog seeing it’s owner for the first time in five minutes. “Well I think we have our answer. But I’d be careful; Tim doesn’t look like a dude I could trust. I mean, I may be wrong. He just seems shifty.”

“You think he’s gay?”

“I’m not sure if he’s gay per se, but I wouldn’t trust him as far as I could throw him. And he’s had a lot of Double Stuffed Oreos in his day.”

We laughed about that comment for a while until I replied. “Good to know. You said you we’re a psych major, right?”

“Yeah, man. Why do you ask?”

“You should ask for your degree now. You seem to know everything you need to.”

“You give me too much credit. Anyone with eyes could see how you guys feel about each other.” We continued our talk for what felt like a few minutes but what ended up being an hour. We made our way back to our dorm and crashed on the couch. We’d only sat for a few minutes before Tim and Nick returned. They came through the door laughing and glassy eyed.

“Heyyy maaaan! You have any chips I can borrow? I’ll give em back I promise!”

Nick was high. Now with any of my other friends, I’d be okay. But this is Nick. On our ride over, we had a long talk about drugs and weed and other shit like that. He said, very forcefully, that he didn’t want to do any of that stuff when he got here. He never explained why, but I didn’t need to ask. So seeing him impaired by this stuff slightly angered me. “Sure, Nick, I have some in my room. Follow me.” With that, we we’re alone in my room. I got him some food and started asking questions. “Where did you two go?”

“Who two?”

“You and Tim.”

“I know. I just wanted to say ‘who two.’ it rhymes!” His smile spread across his face. “I’m really tired. Can I go to bed?”

“Yeah, but we need to talk soon.” We talked soon enough. It was only until I heard sobbing . Sitting on the edge of my bed was a teary-eyed Nick with his body hunched slightly-hugging himself. “What’s wrong?”

“I smoked pot.” I wanted to bust out laughing. But it’s a good thing it was so early that I didn’t.

“Are you okay? Do you think it was laced with anything?”

“No. Regular ol’ pot. The same kind my mom did. I just don’t want to be like her.”

I started to pull the tired veil from my face so I could actively listen. “Hey it’s alright.”

“It’s not alright. She was a sociopath who would do anything for drugs. She loved her drugs more than me. And she started with weed.”

“Did Tim give it to you?” I hoped it was dark enough to hide how red my eyes were.

“Yeah. He gave me a long speech about how our college years are supposed to be our exploratory years. How could I do this?”

“First, smoking pot doesn’t make you a bad person or a drug addict. You’re the same person you were before, and based off how you feel now, I think you won’t want to try again.” His head raised a little with hope. “Second, I’d be wary of trusting anything Tim says. He seems…weird.”

“How weird?”

“I don’t know how to explain it.”

“Well, I don’t blame him for last night. I said ‘yes’ to smoking, and I have to deal with consequences of that. One of them being my hunger.

“There are more snacks in my top drawer,” I said digressing. I wondered why he couldn’t just trust me. I mean, he hung out with this guy, the guy told him to do something he didn’t want to do, and he felt bad about it that night. I didn’t see the problem in just being wary.

“Well, talking to you made me feel better. Thank you.” He smiled slightly. Though my room was really dark, I could see his face perfectly.

“Glad I could help,” I said simply. And with that, he left. Though, I didn’t want him to; I wanted him to stay. I wanted him to sleep with me. Not necessarily in a sexual way. I just needed him with me. That’s when I knew. I knew I wanted to tear Tim a new one. I knew wanted to thank Jase for warning me. And I knew I wanted Nick.

Hey guys. It’s my first time ever writing a story like this. I’m completely open to writing a chapter 2 if enough people like it! Let me know what you guys think!! xx

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It was a Saturday night of just Mark and Stephen hanging out. While this may seem odd to some, this was not odd to them. Since they can both remember, they have been best friends and been inseparable. Mark and Stephen’s houses were across the street from each other. They would hangout everyday, and if they couldn’t, the day would not feel complete. Although they went to different schools (Mark went to public, Stephen went to private) – they would call each other every day and hangout. They would play in the park near their house, go on walks, play video games, backyard baseball…the list goes on and on.

As the years went on, Mark and Stephen developed a complicated friendship together. They began to feed off each other. The time they spent together was not always enjoyable, but felt required. They became very drawn towards each other and depended on each other’s company completely. Even if they fought over everything that day, they would never leave and always continue to hang out. To them, they both became the only friend they truly cared about and would feel jealous and empty if they hung out with other people.

Most days were good, and the day that their relationship became uniquely physical, it was a very good day.

The two were playing against each other in their favourite video game. Mark would win one round, Stephen would win the next. They were exchanging funny little remarks to each other as they would beat each other. It was the final round, and Stephen was the winner! They both laughed and Stephen was grilling Mark on how he came out victorious. Mark took a pillow and threw it at Stephen and demanded a rematch.

“Haha screw you! I want a rematch” demanded Mark.

“There is no way! I am the winner!!!!” screamed Stephen.

“Okay seriously you have won this one time out of five hundred… I think we know who the real winner is” whispered Stephen.

Stephen laughed, and said “I just don’t think you can accept that I won.”

Mark jumped on top of Stephen and started to push the pillow in the face. They were both laughing and began to wrestle. Mark continued to push the pillow into Stephens face and by this time, Mark was completely on top of Stephen. They both looked at each other for a while and the whole room went silent…nothing else mattered. Their faces got closer and closer. They were become intoxicated on the scents of each other. Losing all inhibitions and rational thought, Mark leaned in and kissed Stephen.

“Oh. I’m sorry..” Mark said as he still lied on stop of Stephen.

“I..I…uh….don’t be.” Stephen said.

Stephen passionately kissed Mark back. Their tongues were pushing into each other’s mouths. They couldn’t get enough of each other lips. They were both moaning. They could not get closer to each other. Stephen jerked up and pushed Mark onto his back on the couch. Stephen got on top of Mark. They began to kiss again. Stephen pushed Mark’s legs open and put his body in between them. They both were jabbing their tongue in and out of each other’s mouth and Stephen began to thrust. They could both feel their hard rock cocks pushing against each other. Stephen pulled Mark’s shirt up and began to lick his nipples. Mark could not find this more pleasurable. He was moaning in extreme pleasure.

“Yes…yes..yes…” whispered Mark.

Mark felt like he was going to blow. He pulled Stephens head up to his hands and started to kiss him again. Mark pushed Stephen off of him and onto his back. Mark jumped on top of Stephen. He pulled off his shirt and revealed his tan body. Although his body was not perfect, Mark could not get enough. He began to lick Stephen’s nipples. Stephen found this equally as pleasurable.

“Oh my god.. please. Yeah. Fuck yeah.” whispered Stephen.

Mark loved pleasuring Stephen. Mark took his hand and shoved it down Stephens sweat pants. He put his hang around Stephen’s thick cock. He began to jerk Stephen. Stephen moaned in absolute pressure. Mark started to alternate between licking Stephen’s nipples and jamming his tongue down Stephen’s mouth. There appeared to be not a worry in the world.

Suddenly, something clicked in Mark. The room no longer appeared to be so quiet. The video game music was pounding in Mark’s ears again and his inhibitions started to scream. As he felt Stephen’s cock in his hand, his mind began to scream…

Mark jumped off Stephen and sat on his knees on the couch. Stephen perceived this as it was now Mark’s turn for a jerk and nipple lick. Stephen jumped onto Mark. Stephen began to kiss Mark’s neck…making his way down to his nipples. Stephen started to lift Mark’s shirt up again.

“No!” Mark screamed.

Mark pushed Stephen off of him, hitting Stephen in the nose in the process.

Stephen was speechless.

“I have to go. I have to go to work tonight.” said Mark as he looked at the door. He couldn’t bare make eye contact with Stephen.

Stephen never said anything. Mark grabbed his jacket and left. What had just happened?

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That night, Mark lay down in his bed staring at the ceiling. He got into bed at 12, and now it was 3am. He had not moved. He kept replaying the days events over and over again in his head. At first he felt violated, but that was quickly squished when he realized that he had made the first mood. Neither him or Stephen took advantage of each other.

Mark kept thinking what Stephen could possibly be thinking. Was he lying in his bed thinking the same? Was he out with someone? A girl? A guy? Mark began to drive himself crazy with his thoughts. He checked his phone to see if Stephen had texted him. He didn’t. What if Stephen was staring at his phone too?

“I have to go to fucking sleep.”

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Unlike Mark, Stephen was not lying in bed. He was much more upset. He was pacing around his basement, crying. Crying because of what happened, but also because for the first time in a long time, his dependent symbiotic relationship with Mark was weakened. Stephen was holding his phone staring at Mark’s contact. He wanted to text him. He wanted to ignore what happened. Or did he want more? He was so frustrated. Stephen grappled with the question – did he want things to stay the same or did he want to say something? Is he going to lose Mark?

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Sneaking out of each other’s house to hang out was not peculiar. Mark and Stephen thought their parents didn’t know when they would do it, but they always did – they just knew that they weren’t far and who they were hanging out with.

Mark wasn’t getting to sleep. He opened his phone and stared at “New Message – Stephen” for a while. He started to type.

“Stephen, I..” typed Mark.

He erased it.

“Are you awake?” typed Mark.

He again also erased it.

“Stephen” typed Mark.

He sent it.

He waited. He could feel his eyes filling up. Was he sad? He couldn’t piece one thoughtful answer together. He stared at the empty conversation. There was no response. The word ‘Stephen’ started to burn into Mark’s brain.

“Just come over.” typed back Stephen.

Mark knew he had too. If he didn’t, by morning, he knew their friendship would be done forever. He opened the backdoor of his house, and made his way across the street.

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Mark stared the downstairs door of Stephen’s house. He contemplated turning around and saying goodbye to Stephen for good. Mark thought of slipping back into his house, packing, getting on a plane and disappearing forever.

Instead, he knocked on the door.

Stephen opened the door and didn’t say a word. Mark walked in. They both stood on opposite sides of the basement.

Mark stared blankly at Stephen, while Stephen started to pace again. Neither of them knew what to say. Neither of them wanted to say the first word.

Mark could hear Stephen starting to cry. Mark couldn’t look at him. Mark understood how much pain Stephen was in. Mark walked over to Stephen to try to console him. Mark put his hand on Stephen’s shoulder. Stephen took his hand and touched Marks. They both looked at each other. The same look they had this afternoon.

Stephen started to pull away, but instead Mark jerked him back and kissed him passionately. At first Stephen resisted – he would not open his mouth. Mark pulled away slightly.

“Open your mouth..I’m ready. Let me in” whispered Mark.

That was all Stephen needed to hear. He opened his mouth. They stood there for what seemed like an hour just passionately making out with each other. They were both moaning in pleasure.

Stephen picked Mark up in his arms and shoved him against the wall. Mark’s legs were wrapped around Stephen’s waist. They could both feel their hard cocks pressing against each other. Mark pulled off Stephen’s shirt and Stephen did the same for Mark. They could feel the heat from each other’s heat raw bodies making contact with each other.

Conveniently for them, Stephen’s bedroom was just off the basement. Still lifting Mark up, Stephen brought Mark to his bedroom. Their lips never lost contact with each other. Stephen threw Mark onto his bed and jumped on top of him. Mark loved the feeling of his Stephen’s body lying on top of him. Mark started to pull down Stephen’s pyjamas. Mark began to massage Stephen’s tan ass with his hands, teasing his hole.

“Yes! Yes! God” moaned Stephen.

Stephen loved Mark touching his ass. Stephen started to kiss Mark’s neck, and soon was licking his nipples with a great intensity. Mark was essentially seizing with pleasure. With both hands, Stephen started to pull down Mark’s pants and brief. Stephen smiled when he saw Mark’s cock for the first time.

Mark started to thrust one finger in Stephen’s unshaved tight hole. Stephen kept switching from nipple to nipple and sometimes would lightly bite them – sending Mark into a frenzy. Stephen took his hand and started to jerk Mark’s cock. Mark could not take this pleasure anymore. In avoidance to cumming, Mark pushed Stephen on his back and jumped on top of him. Mark started to kiss Stephen’s entire body, making his way to his cock. Mark started to suck on Stephen’s 7″ tanned cock. He worked the entire shaft, shoving it into the back of his throat. He would lick the balls and perineum. Mark would suck Stephen’s cock and then suck his nipples.

“I’m going to cum… I’m going to cum….” moaned Stephen.

Mark stopped.

“Not yet…” said Mark.

Stephen yanked Mark’s waist toward his mouth. He started to suck Mark’s 7″ cock. Mark was thrusting into Stephen’s mouth. Stephen made his mouth feel so tight that made Mark feel amazing. Stephen took his hand and started to thrust two fingers into Mark’s tight ass. Mark was moaning in pleasure. Mark took both his hands and covered his mouth to avoid waking up Stephen’s parents.

Stephen was completely dominating Mark at this point and Mark loved it. Stephen would flip Mark around – on his back, on his side, on the top, on the bottom… always fingering his hole and sucking him dry. Mark had to bite the comforter on Stephen’s bed to mute his moanful screams.

“Fuck me HARD” screamed Mark.

Stephen got off Mark and went to his dresser. He pulled out a box of condoms. He turned towards Mark.

“Are you sure?” asked Stephen.

Mark nodded.

“I love you” whispered Stephen.

“I love you too.” said Mark.

Stephen jumped back onto Mark. Mark spread and pulled his legs towards his body. Stephen slipped on the condom. He started to tease Mark’s hole with his cock. Stephen pushed the head of his cock into Mark. Mark felt a lot of pain but enjoyed it. Stephen didn’t have lube so instead went to his bathroom and got some of his body moisturizer. He rubbed it all over his cock.

Mark’s ass showed some resistance for a while, but before they both knew it… they were having passionate sex. Stephen was pumping it Mark and Mark was loving it. They were both moaning in pleasure. They were each covering each other’s mouth they were screaming that loud.

They tried ever position. Mark would ride Stephen, leaning down to passionately kiss. They fucked on the side, on the bottom, on the top and doggy. Their favourite position was when Stephen was on top and Mark on the bottom. Mark loved to be dominated and Stephen loved to dominate. Stephen’s cock and Mark’s ass fit perfectly together.

“I can’t take this much longer….” whispered Stephen.

“Fill me. Fill my mouth.” whispered back Mark.

Stephen, near orgasm, pulled himself out of Mark and removed the condom. As Stephen removed the condom, Mark put one hand around his cock. Before Mark could jerk it once, Stephen exploded all over him. Stephen fell to the side of Mark.

Stephen and Mark laid next to each other in silence for a while. It was a good silence though. A happy silence. Mark cuddled into Stephen’s chest and closed his eyes. Life was good.

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How to Stay In School

Part One

Matthew and Wesley

Mathew Peterson knew that he was gay from a very early age, so he perfected the art of staying closeted. He had to. His father was Mayor of the mid-sized, mid-western city, in which he and his family lived. Matthew, Sr. had won his position running on a platform of family values, and conservative principles.

Matt attended a very prestigious co-ed prep school. By the time he was fourteen, he tried hard to identify a kindred soul. He desperately needed to find a brother. Even if they never had sex, he longed for a gay friend to hang out with. After a while he began to fear that he was the only gay student in the school. Intellectually, he knew that there had to be others, but where were they? Finally, early in his last year in high school, he met Wesley Morrow.

Wes came from a poor family; poor compared to the Petersons. He went to a public high school, and he had a part time job in the food court of a local shopping mall. One Saturday morning, Matt was hanging out at the mall with one of his classmates, Susan Meyers. He gallantly offered to buy her lunch, and they went to the food court for hamburgers.

Susan found a table, while Matt went to order their lunch. Wes waited on him. The two boys looked in each other’s eyes. Cosmic forces, and secret synapses in their brains, went into high operating mode. They both knew the score, and they smiled at each other. Nothing more than a smile passed between them that day, but they were so attracted to each other, that neither boy could get the other out of his thoughts for the entire following week.

The next Saturday, Matt went to the mall when it opened up. He prayed that Wes was at the store where he first laid eyes on him. He was, and Matt approached the stall.

“Are you open for business yet?” Matt asked Wes.

“I need a few minutes to get everything ready,” Wes said, smiling broadly. He was so happy to see the boy who had occupied his thoughts all this past week.

“I don’t mind waiting. I’ll just watch you set up.”

Wes blushed, and Matt found him even more attractive. At seventeen, both boys were almost fully grown at 5′ 10″ tall. Each would grow to six feet even. Wes had curly brown hair, brown eyes, straight nose, sexy full lips, and a manly square chin. Matt had dark blond hair, blue eyes, a pug nose, and a square chin just like Wes’s. They didn’t know, of course, but they were both cut, and fully mature at 4 inches flaccid, and nearly 7 inches hard.

When Wes was ready for business, Matt ordered a breakfast sandwich of ham and eggs. At the moment he was the only customer, so while Wes was preparing his order, he asked, “What time do you quit, Wes?” He had read Wes’s name tag.

“I’ve got the early shift today. I’m off at 2.”

“Would you like to hang out with me after work?”

“I’d love to.”

“Great, I’ll be back at 2. My name’s Matt, by the way.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Matt. I’ll see you at 2,” Wes beamed at Matt. He had no doubt that he would not be stood up. He wasn’t. Matt was there at 1:30.

When Wes spotted Matt, he asked. “Would you like a hamburger? It’s on me.”

“Sure, but only if you have one with me, when you get off work.”

“It’s a deal.”

The boys found a table in the overcrowded food court, and sat down to have their lunch. “Do you have plans for this afternoon?” Matt asked. “Would you like to hang out with me at the mall?”

“I have a better idea. My folks own a ladies’ sportswear store on this very mall. My dad will be here until closing at ten tonight, and my mom will be here until six. I have no brothers or sisters. How’d you like to hang out at my house today? We have lots of time until my mother gets home.”

“I’d like that a lot.”

“Good. Come with me. I’ll introduce you to my parents, and I’ll let them know that we’re hanging out at home. I should also let you know, Matt, that I’m gay. Is that cool with you?”

Matt broke out into the widest smile he had ever produced. “It’s frigid cool,” he said. “I’m gay too.”

“I thought so. Let’s get going.” Wes wanted to introduce Matt to his folks, but they were very busy with customers, so he decided not to waste time, and to introduce Matt another time.

“We can walk to my house from here,” Wes announced as they left the mall.

“Better yet. I just got my driver’s license, and I’ve got a car. Follow me.”

In the car, Wes said, for no particular reason, “I’m a virgin, Matt. I’ve never….”

“I am also. Are we going to change our status today?” Matt asked in a plaintive voice.

Wes smiled at Matt seductively. “If you want to, I want to very much. By the way, do your folks know that you’re gay? I told mine last year. They were disappointed, but said that it didn’t make any difference in how much they loved me.”

“I haven’t had the courage to tell them yet,” Matt said sadly.

When they entered the house, they ran upstairs to Wes’s bedroom and stripped rapidly. “Can I kiss you?” Wes asked.

Matt hadn’t thought about kissing, but he murmured, “I suppose so.”

They leaned into each other, and crushed their naked bodies together. How sweet was their first kiss! Their mouths were closed, but they pressed their lips hard against each other. Instinctively, their mouths opened, and their tongues made contact. Both boys sighed.

“Climb into bed with me,” Wes suggested. They lay down side by side and each boy reached tentatively for the other’s cock. They were both ramrod hard. They fondled each other delicately.

“Isn’t this nice?” Matt asked. “What should we do first?”

Wes didn’t answer for a long time. When he did, he asked a question. “Will we see each other again?”

“I sure hope so.”

Wes smiled. “Good. I hoped you’d say that, so let’s go slow. Let’s just jack each other off this time. Then next time we can do oral, and after that I’ll be prepared with condoms and lube, and we can try to fuck each other.”

“That sounds like a plan, but why condoms? We’re both virgins, and I don’t intend on being with anyone else, until we meet again,” Matt laughed. “Can you make the same promise?”

“Sure.”

“Then lube only.”

They continued fondling each other and kissing. As they got more and more excited, their stroking got more frantic, and they soon came in each other’s palms. When their frenzy subsided, they continued kissing passionately. Finally Wes took Matt into the shower and they cleaned up.

Afterward, while they were still naked, Wes said, “I want to show you something. He went over to the desk in his bedroom and opened his laptop.

“I created a website,” he said. “I call it Nude Tube.” Wes brought up the home page, which warned viewers that they had to be eighteen or older, to enter the site. Neither he nor Matt were over eighteen. Notwithstanding that little glitch, Wes clicked on an icon that said ‘photographs.’ A page full of male pictures popped up on the screen. Each one was nude, and proudly displayed the man’s attributes.

“There are over thirty pages of pictures,” Wes announced proudly.

Matt ogled the pictures, searching for Wes.

“I didn’t post any pictures. I’m not over eighteen and I didn’t want to get into trouble.” He clicked on another icon that said, ‘videos.’ About a dozen listings appeared on the screen. Wes clicked on the first one. A short, two minute video, appeared on the screen. Two young men were fucking each other. They made no attempt to cover their faces.

“I had no idea how popular the site would be. I get thousands of hits a day and hundreds of postings.”

“Wow,” Matt explained. This is hot. “What do you say to us posting our pictures? Who’ll know how old we are?”

“You think we should?” Wes sounded uncertain.

“It’ll be fun. I know something even more fun. Let’s make a video of us having oral sex next time, and anal sex when we finally do it. It’ll be a blast.”

“You’re a real pervert,” Wes laughed. “Yeah! Let’s do it.”

The boys could not get together on Sundays. Both families went to church, and after church Wes’s parents ran to the mall and opened the store. In addition, Wes worked from noon to 6 PM. The only time the two boys could get together was on Saturday afternoons after Wes left the food court. For the next several Saturdays, they experienced oral and anal sex for the first time. Matt was able to obtain a male porno tape at a video store by presenting a false ID. They watched intently and learned much. By the time the boys were facing high school graduation a year later, they were expert homosexuals. The only partner each had was each other.

During their last two high school years, they took nude pictures of each other in every stage of erection. Sometimes they took selfies of themselves performing various sex acts. At least once a month, they set up the video recorder and filmed an entire sexual sequence. They posted photos and videos on Nude Tube constantly.

The website had grown to epic proportions. Literally thousands of men of all ages, shapes, and sizes began to post photos and videos. Wes set up a link whereby a contributor could contact another one, if he liked what he saw. Nude Tube evolved into the biggest gay dating site in the nation.

Matt was enrolled in Copley University, a small, all male, private school. His father had gone there, and it was rated as one of the best schools in the country. It was top of the line expensive, and very prestigious. There wasn’t a school that came near to it. Wes was accepted to the State University.

The boys faced their separation very philosophically. They were sad, of course, but they both saw it as an opportunity to experience the joys of gay sex with other young men. They agreed that if the universe meant for them to be together for a lifetime, they would certainly reconnect at some later date.

 Part Two

 Matthew and Cameron

They were both handsome young men, and before their first month at school was finished, they both met, and had sex with other gay men. Matt’s roommate, Eddie, was straight, so he never came on to him. One evening, at the beginning of his second month at Copley, Matt and his roommate were sitting at their desks studying and doing homework. There was a knock at the door and the RA handed Matt a note.

It looks like Dean Fisher wants to see you,” he said.

“Who is Dean Fisher?” Matt asked. He had never heard the name.

“He’s dean of student affairs, and he seems to know you, Matt. You better get your ass down to his office.”

Matt was about to ask where his office was, when he glanced at the note. The letterhead indicated that Dean Fisher was located in Boyle Hall, Room 106.

“OK, I’ll head right over.” Satisfied that his task was done, the RA left.

“I wonder what this can be all about,” Matt said out loud to nobody in particular. He located the Dean’s office. A sign on the door read, “Cameron Fisher, Dean, Student Affairs.”

Matt was shaking as he knocked on the door.

“Come in,” someone said. The voice sounded kind. Matt had expected a harsh, authoritarian voice to come from behind the door. The softness of the voice helped him relax a little. He opened the door and stepped in.

Dean Fisher was standing up, and appeared to be about forty. He wasn’t very tall, maybe 5’9″ at most. His eyes were a beautiful blue. He had a full head of curly, light brown hair. His nose was pugged, giving him a very youthful look. He was stocky, but not fat. In fact, he was all muscle. After Matt entered, the dean locked the door. Now Matt was fearful again.

Dean Fisher walked over to his desk, and put his hand on a yellow file folder. “Come over here,” he said sternly, and still he did not sound threatening. Matt’s feeling of dread peaked and waned. “I want you to look at the contents of this folder,” he commanded.

Matt stood beside the dean, and opened the folder. One quick glance and he turned ashen, and gasped. The folder was full of pictures. They were nude pictures that he and Wes had posted on Nude Tube. Matt was now shaking in his boots, but he was able to note that the pictures covered the past two years. They were in chronological order, and clearly showed the stages of his maturing body. Of course, he was speechless.

“I’ve also seen videos of you and that other boy. It’s quite disgusting,” the dean said, expressing his disapproval. He motioned to a chair in front of his desk.

“Sit,” he commanded, and after Matt sat down, he sat down at his desk. He stared at Matt for several minutes, making the young man more and more uncomfortable. Finally he spoke.

“This school boasts a fine reputation for academic achievement, and conservative principles. I don’t have to tell you what a scandal would occur if these pictures ever got out. They could place a stigma on the school which would take years to erase. Your family would be devastated. Think about your father’s career. You realize that I have no recourse but to expel you.”

“Please, sir. Don’t do that. It would cause a worse scandal at home. My father would never forgive me.”

“Well, there might be steps we can take to make all this go away.”

“Like what?” Matt pleaded.

“First of all, every picture of you alone, every picture with that other boy, and every disgusting video of the two of you, has to be deleted. Can you do that? I’m not computer savvy, and I wouldn’t know how to erase the damning evidence.”

“Yes sir. The other boy and I run the website.” Matt refrained from using Wes’s name. “But there are literally hundreds of pages to go through. It might take me hours and hours.”

“No matter how long, it has to be done.”

“You said, first of all,” Matt whimpered. “What else must I do?”

Dean Fisher stood up and walked around to face Matt’s chair. Matt was forced to stare right at his crotch, which was obviously straining to be released from bondage.

“You can help me with a problem.” Fisher dropped his pants and freed his burgeoning cock. Matt was fascinated. He was fully erect. His cock was hefty and uncut, and it had to be standing up at about eight inches. When he exposed himself, Matt was aware of a fine scent of perfume. The dean had obviously bathed his cock in something very pleasant smelling.

“Do you think you can help me with this problem I’m having?” Fisher smiled, pointing at his hard cock.

“I know I can.”

“If you’re sure you can help me, then when we are alone together like this, call me Cam. I think we are going to be great friends.”

Matt took Cam’s tool in his hand and fondled it sensuously. Cam purred in appreciation, so Matt took as much of the man’s rod in his mouth as his jaw permitted. Deftly, his tongue began to bathe the underside of Cam’s cock, and he gave his crown tantalizing little swipes. In a very short time, Matt felt Cam’s balls shrinking. Cam pulled away.

“I’ve got condoms and lube in my desk. I presume you know what to do with them.”

Actually Matt was confused. He didn’t know if Cam wanted to fuck or be fucked, so he made a decision. He was aching to fuck Cam’s slightly plump, very luscious ass. He put a condom on himself, bathed Cam’s ass with lube and then greased the already lubricated condom with more lube. Cam smiled at him. Obviously he had made the right choice.

Cam leaned over his desk, and Matt lined his cock up with Cam’s hole. He entered slowly, with practically no resistance. When he was all the way in, he reached around and grabbed Cam’s cock in his hand. When he finally started to pump, he stroked Cam’s cock in a steady, synchronized rhythm.

Cam began to whimper, but he did not speak. When his balls started to shrink again, Matt pumped harder. and stroked Cam faster. Now Cam got very noisy. He began to yell, “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” and he came in strong, continuous spasms until he was spent. When he came, his ass constricted and Matt couldn’t hold back either. He emptied into the condom Cam had provided.

Matt tried to stay in as long as possible. Even Cam urged him not to vacate his ass, but nature dictated otherwise. The men cleaned themselves with tissues from a box on Cam’s desk. When they put themselves together again, they faced each other and smiled. Cam took Matt in his arms and kissed him tenderly.

“You’re a fan of Nude Tube, aren’t you?” Matt asked. “Otherwise you never would have seen the pictures. Did you ever post any of yourself?”

“Of course not. It’s a stupid thing to do, unless you hide your face. Look what happened to you. I recognized you immediately.”

“I know. It’ll never happen again, and I promise to remove all my postings and videos before the end of the weekend.”

“Tell your friend what you are doing so he doesn’t foolishly repost them.”

“Yes, Cam, I sure will. Now am I safe from expulsion?”

“You’re safe, Matty. Do you think I’d let you get away after what we just did? I’m really rooting for repeat performances. Can you promise me that?”

“You bet. Is there any chance we might spend a weekend together in the near future?” Matt pleaded.

“I’m sure we can work something out.”

“Cam, I think that this is going to be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”

Matt and Cam decided that their relationship was exceptionally risky, and discretion was required to the nth degree. It wasn’t that Matt was under age. He had turned eighteen the summer before he came to Copley. It was their reputations, and possible scandal, that they had to worry about.

They both had private E Mail accounts, separate from the university provided site. Until now Matt used it strictly for corresponding with Wesley, but now he and Cam began to use the site to arrange their furtive trysts. Besides arranging for meetings, they described in great detail, and very graphic language, what they would do to one another to bring each other to a higher state of being; hopefully to reach Nirvana, in fact.

Cam lived alone. He would rush home after work, open his mail, and read Matt’s lurid letters over and over. He would work himself into a frenzy, and then he would open up the Nude Tube pages, and whack off to some of his favorite pictures or videos.

On the other hand, Matt had to be more careful. He would read Cam’s letters on his cell phone, when he was in the bathroom. He only went to his secret user name, on his laptop, when his roommate, Eddie, was out of the room. Even then, he would not open Cam’s mail until he knew that Eddie would not be returning for a while.

Matt lived too far away to go home for weekends, so he told Eddie that he had a cousin, who lived in the nearby town, and that he was spending weekends with him. Eddie envied Matt for having a real home environment to go to every weekend. Of course, Matt spent those days with Cam.

The sex they had was hot and lustful. It could hardly be called love making. In fact, one time, Cam was lost in a fit of frenzy. He threw Matt on the bed and entered him without lube and without protection. He was exceptionally rough, and when he vacated Matt’s ass, the sheets were full of blood. Matt was bleeding profusely. Cam packed Matt’s ass with surgical gauze, and in time the bleeding stopped.

“I’m so sorry,” Cam wailed. I don’t know what came over me. Please forgive me.”

“There’s nothing to forgive. I love it rough like that. My boyfriend back home is gentle, too gentle. In a couple of days, when I heal, I want you to fuck me like that again. I’m sure that when my ass eventually gets used to that kind of fucking, I’ll stop bleeding.”

“I still feel that I have to apologize. I care for you, and I don’t want to hurt you. Now how can I make it up to you?”

“A nice slow, blow job would be just what the student ordered.” Cam smiled and kissed Matt, with a feather like touch. He proceeded to give Matt a trip around the world that was endless. It included licking under Matt’s armpits, and rimming him until he could barely tolerate it. After more than forty-five minutes, Matt begged Cam to bring him to a conclusion. Cam was glad to oblige, and Matt’s climax was tremendous, even if his ass was hurting. After Matt shot his load down Cam’s throat, they wrapped their arms around each other and slept for several hours.

On Mondays, Matt’s last class ended at two. His roommate, Eddie, was on the school’s baseball team. The team practiced every day until five, as long as the weather remained mild. On Monday, Matt opened his E Mail long before he expected Eddie back. There was a short note from Cam, asking Matt once again to forgive him for his roughness over the weekend, and asking if his ass had stopped bleeding.

Matt knew that he had to reassure Cam that he was fine with what happened, but he had to go to the bathroom badly, so he shut down his lap top. He had to be super cautious. When he returned, he was anxious to send Cam a note of reassurance. He booted up his computer, and thought for a moment about what he would say.

There were only two addresses on Matt’s contact list in his secret E Mail account, Wes and Cam. He clicked on “To:” and was taken to his two man address list. He clicked on Cam, or at least, he thought he did. He bypassed the subject line and went right to the text, never noticing that the note was addressed to Wesley.

Dear Cam: he typed.

Please stop whip lashing yourself. I swear you didn’t hurt me yesterday by being too rough. Even though my ass bled, it stopped quickly and I swear, I’m not hurting now. My boyfriend back home is way too gentle. I wish that he would be rough like you sometimes. The sex was fantastic. I want more of it, not less.

Until Friday night, Love, Matt.

He glanced quickly at the text. Nothing was underlined in red, indicating that there were no spelling errors, so he clicked the ‘send’ icon, and shut down his computer. He was paranoid about Eddie finding out about him and Cam. He had no such problem E Mailing Wes. Early on, he confided in Eddie that he was gay, and he showed him a picture of Wes, fully dressed, of course. He was relieved that Eddie didn’t give a shit. Anyway, he and Wes rarely exchanged E Mails. They preferred to text each other.

Fifteen minutes after he had sent the Email out, he heard the familiar beep of his cell phone. He grabbed it and saw that Wes was sending him a text message. He frowned when he read read:

Wes: What’s going on? Who the fuck hurt u? I’ll kill him.

Matt: Nothing is going on. A fuck buddy got a little rough, but I luv’d it. I was trying to tell him he didn’t hurt me. U got the note by mistake. How’s your luv life?

Wes: What luv life? I’m saving it for Thanksgiving and u.

Matt felt pangs of guilt, even though they had given each other permission.

Matt: Stop worrying about me. I luv u.

Wes: Then be more careful having sex.

Matt: I promise.

Matt tried to examine his emotions. Wes knew he was having sex. It was out in the open, but Wes was upset at the kind of sex he was having. He vowed to be more careful with his E Mail activities. Just then he heard Eddie open the door. It was only 3:30.

Part Three

Matthew and Edward

“Anything wrong?” Matt asked.

“Yeah, look.” Eddie dropped his workout sweats, and revealed a big surgical gauze taped to his knee. “I scraped it bad when we were practicing sliders,” he said.

“Shit,” Matt said. “You should stay in bed. Did they give you antibiotics?”

“Yeah, they’re in the pocket of those sweats you just tossed away.” Matt retrieved the vial with the pills, and read the label. “one pill three times a day.”

“When are you due for the next one?”

“At bedtime.”

“Don’t worry, buddy. I’ll take good care of you. Why don’t you stay in bed the rest of the day, and I’ll bring you a tray from the cafeteria for dinner.”

“Wow. I never expected so much TLC.”

“We’re friends, Eddie. That’s what friends are for.”

Edward James Fleming III was even richer than Matt. His family owned a chain of auto parts stores that went around the globe. He too attended only private schools before coming to Copley. In casual conversation, Eddie and Matt figured out that their fathers had been classmates here a quarter of a century earlier. They liked each other a lot, but sexual orientation kept them from becoming the really close buddies they might have been.

“I’ll take you up on your offer, Matt, but I ask one more favor. I’m filthy from practice. Could you get me some plastic somewhere, and wrap my knee, so I can shower?”

“I’ve got some plastic clothes covers from the dry cleaner. I’ll get one.”

Matt neatly wrapped and secured the plastic around Eddie’s knee, and cut away the excess. He began to undress.

“Why are you undressing?” Eddie asked.

“I think you’ll need some help. Sometimes antibiotics make me woozy, so it might happen to you. If you say pretty please, I might even consider doing your back.”

“I’m sure you’d love that, you pervert.” Eddie joked.

Matt got completely undressed. It was no big deal. The men had seen themselves naked lots of times. He wrapped a towel around his waist and tossed one at Eddie. Matt pulled Eddie’s jockey shorts down and helped him stand up. When he put weight on his injured leg, he winced. He did indeed need help. He was limping badly. Matt supported him all the way to the showers.

As they walked down the hall, Matt observed, “If you are still in pain in the morning, I’m taking you back to the infirmary. Are you sure you didn’t break anything?”

“They told me that I didn’t.”

“Nevertheless, I’m staying in with you this evening. I’ll bring us both a dinner tray from the cafeteria so I can keep you company while you eat.”

“Thanks, Matt. I appreciate it. Is there anything I can do for you?”

“Sure, give me a dozen of your stores.” Matt broke out laughing and Eddie joined him.

Matt had showered many times with Wes, and plenty of times with Cam. In the shower, his muscle memory betrayed him. As he was scrubbing Eddie’s back, he began to do his ass, and without realizing it, he began to soap Eddie’s balls. Thoughtlessly he ran a finger up and down Eddie’s luscious crack, occasionally fondling the opening. Eddie was not reacting. Indeed he was not recoiling either.

Finally he sighed, “WOW.”

That brought Matt back to reality. “Gee, I’m sorry,” Matt muttered. “It’s just that I do that to all my fuck buddies.”

“Am I one of your fuck buddies now?”

Things were getting awkward, so Matt tried to lighten the mood.

“Are you coming on to me?” he quipped, and laughed. Eddie didn’t laugh back. Instead he asked.

“Would you think that I might have a couple of gay genes in me, if I told you that I often wonder what it would be like to have sex with a guy?”

“It’s my studied opinion that all straight guys wonder that, but very few will have the guts to find out. Some others might experiment, and decide that they are straight, now and forever. Still, a handful of others might actually discover that their true nature is to be homosexual.”

They both grew silent. After a while, Eddie said, “You’re very philosophical today, but I can’t think about all that now. This shower really knocked me out. I just want to get into bed and rest before you bring us some dinner.”

Matt had actually grown frightened at where their conversation was headed. He was glad to say, “Sure. Let’s dry off and get back to our room.” They shut off the showers and dried off. Matt removed the plastic wrapper for further use.

“I’ll hang this out to dry in the closet in our room,” he informed Eddie. Eddie nodded. They wrapped their towels around their waists and limped back to their room. Matt could see Eddie turning white, so he got him into bed as soon as possible. Neither man attempted to put underwear on the pained baseball player.

“You rest, Eddie, and I’ll go get us dinner.”

Matt got to the cafeteria before it officially opened. He told the manager that Eddie was injured, and requested two meals to go. The manager expressed his concern, and prepared the two meals in Styrofoam boxes.

When he returned, Matt sat Eddie up by propping the pillows from both their beds behind his back. They ate their dinners together and chatted amicably about their classes, their teachers, their schoolmates, and about Copley in general. Then for a moment there was silence until Eddie said, “Do you realize Matt, that this is the most we’ve chatted since we met. Why haven’t we done this more often? You’re a great guy and so easy to talk to. I can’t say that about most of the guys at Copley.”

“I know,” Matt said smiling at Eddie. “From now on we’ll have more chats like this one. I want to know all about you.”

Out of the blue, Eddie threw a zinger at Matt. He asked, “Have you had sex with any of the guys here at Copley? I have a suspicion that your weekends at your cousin’s house aren’t chaste at all?”

“I have no reason to lie. Yes, I have had sex, with two different guys. What prompted you to ask?”

“I wasn’t kidding when I said I was curious. Tell me what it’s like. Tell me what you do?”

Matt got the distinct feeling that he could have sex with Eddie that night if he wanted to. He wanted to, so he said, “It would be much easier for me to demonstrate. Would you like that?”

“I’d like that very much, but I want you to tell me in advance, what you are going to do, so I can veto anything that I don’t want to happen.”

“What if you veto everything?” Matt asked in all sincerity.

“That’s not likely to happen if I intend to have my curiosity satisfied.”

“OK, then,” matt said. He undressed, and sat down beside Eddie. “I’m going to start off easy,” he said. “I’m just going to fondle you, and I would ask you to do the same to me. While we fondle each other, we will kiss. Are we good to go so far?”

Eddie hesitated, but in the end he said, “Yes, it’s very OK.” He said it very emphatically. “I want to experience as much as possible. I may never do this again.”

“Or,” Matt said with a smirk, “this may be the only thing you do from now on.”

“I doubt it,” Eddie said, with just as much smirk in his voice.

Matt took hold of Eddie’s cock. He rolled it gently in his palm. It was flaccid and showed no sign of coming to life. “I’m going to kiss you now,” Matt said. “Is it OK with you?”

Eddie squeezed his eyes shut and nodded. Matt placed his lips on Eddie’s, and began to kiss him. Gingerly he began to force Eddie’s lips open with his tongue. Eddie responded by sheer instinct. With his eyes closed, he pretended to be kissing a girl. Their kiss got more passionate, and Matt could feel Eddie’s cock growing and hardening. He took Eddie’s hand and laid it on his own very erect rod. Eddie began to fondle it. He rolled it gently in his palm as Matt was doing to him.

They stopped kissing and came up for air. “This is the first prick, other than mine, that I have ever held,” Eddie said.

“And???”

“It feels rather nice.” Eddie resumed kissing Matt, and his cock was hard, firm, and seven uncut inches.

“I’m going to suck it now,” Matt informed his roommate. “Is it OK with you?”

“Yeah, sure, suck it.”

Matt did not go directly for his target. He teased it instead. He sucked Eddie’s balls and his pubic area. He was surprised that Eddie trimmed his pubic hair. Eddie began to moan with pleasure, and Matt took him into his mouth. His educated tongue bathed up and down Eddie’s shaft and constantly swiped his head. With each swipe, Matt tasted pre cum. He had successfully aroused his straight friend.

Matt felt Eddie’s balls shrinking and hardening, and he stopped sucking.

“Why did you stop?” Eddie asked. “You can’t leave me like this.”

Matt didn’t answer. He took a condom out of his night table and rolled it down Eddie’s prick. Eddie moaned, “Oh God.” Then Matt took a tube of lube from the drawer and shoved a glob up his ass, and coated Eddie’s cock with lube. He straddled Eddie and sat very slowly down on his friend, as he guided his cock into his own waiting hole. Both men purred with pleasure.

Matt kept perfectly still, but Eddie kept moaning, “Oh God.” It was Eddie that began heaving his hips upward and Matt joined in the action. Eddie actually began to groan louder and louder and he came with one primordial scream. He stopped thrusting and Matt stopped as well.

When Matt felt Eddie’s cock trying to work its way out of his ass, he got off his friend. He removed Eddie’s condom, and sucked his cock clean of cum. Then he rolled over and asked, “On a scale of one to ten, ten being the best, and one being the worst, how would you rate the experience?”

“It was a nine,” Eddie said, trying to catch his breath. “The only reason I’m not giving it a ten is that I was so scared shitless, I couldn’t completely relax and enjoy what was happening. I’ll be calmer next time.”

“Will there be a next time?”

“I’d like that Matt, but I gotta warn you, I don’t know if I can reciprocate.”

“I told you, Eddie. We won’t do anything that might gross you out. Now let me give you your antibiotic, and you try to get some sleep.”

“Something tells me I’ll sleep like a baby.”

Matt continued to service Eddie periodically during the week. It was not a steady thing, but it happened more often than Matt would have expected. On the weekends, Cam and Matt indulged in mind blowing sex, which was totally reciprocated.

One evening, Matt asked, “If we stopped having sex, would you still expel me from school?”

Cam got hysterical with laughter. “You are so naïve. I never intended to expel you.”

Suddenly it was Thanksgiving. Copley gave its students the entire week off, and both men went in opposite directions to a place they called home.

 Part Four

 Mathew and Wesley

Matt got home on the Friday evening before Thanksgiving. Wes wasn’t due home until Wednesday. He was out of his mind with anticipation. Wes called him shortly after dinner on Wednesday, and they told their folks that they were going to the mall. Instead they drove to a motel they had used before. The place rented out by the hour, and the men took a room. From the first kiss, they knew. They could fuck their brains out with other men, but they were destined to be a couple forever. They were soul mates and they knew it. That night they made love, like it was their first time. There college fuck buddies were gone and forgotten.

After Matt came, and spilled his seed high up Wes’s ass, he cried.

I love you so much,” he sobbed. “If you want me to, I’ll give up all my fuck buddies.”

“Not on your life,” Wes said adamantly. “I want us both to have plenty of sex partners when we are apart. I don’t know about you, but it makes me love you more. It makes me want to be with you more.”

“Yes. I feel the same way.”

“I want us to be a couple forever,” Wes cried into Matt’s shoulder.

“But we have to keep our secret until we graduate. My father would disown me for sure, for political reasons.”

“Three and a half more years of deceit, and living in the shadows. It’s a lot to ask, but I’ll do anything for you,” Wes promised.

“That’s so good to know. If you’ll do anything for me, I’d like to request that you fuck me one more time before we give up this room.”

“That’s the easiest request I ever complied with.”

“And I promise that I’ll fulfill and keep every promise I ever make to you, now and until the end of days.”

The two lovers embraced. They remained locked together until Wes broke away so that he could prepare to fuck Matt, just as he had promised him he would do.

When Matt returned to school, Eddie informed him that he had gotten engaged over the holiday. He knew it wasn’t for his money, because the girl was as rich as he was. She was, in fact, a family friend, and someone he had known since childhood. He also informed Matt, that he didn’t want Matt to go down on him anymore. He preferred to resume their platonic relationship. They remained close friends, and Eddie, who had no brothers, asked Matt to be his best man at his wedding shortly after they graduated.

Matt was actually relieved that he and Eddie were no longer having sex. Weekends with Dean Fisher were more than he cared to handle, especially now that he knew how committed he was to Wesley. He and Wes spent every spare moment on the phone. They had to stop texting each other during classes, when they realized their grades were suffering.

They each had one final hurdle. Matt decided to come out to his parents, and not wait for graduation. Wes had to inform his parents that he and Matt were in a committed relationship. The Morrows were not at all surprised, and welcomed Matt with open arms.

The Peterson’s were appalled, but to their credit, they loved their son and were able to accept his news. Matt Sr. had only one request. He asked Matt to stay in the closet until his term was up in another year. He had already served three terms as Mayor, and was not intending on running for a fourth term. He was slowing down, and wanted to have more leisure time with his wife. He had already met Wes, and liked him, but now he saw him in a different light. Each of the lovers could finally hang out in each other’s homes, without fear of accidently outing themselves or betraying their relationship.

One night, during winter break, the lover’s lay wrapped up in each other’s arms. They had the whole house to themselves, since Matt’s parents were in Palm Beach on vacation for a few weeks.

“You have no idea how relieved I am,” Matt whispered in Wes’s ear. I can love you in front of my parents without shame. I do love you so much, you know.”

“I do know. I’ll never forget that day, you came to the shop at the mall and ordered two hamburgers from me. I was shaking so hard, it was almost impossible for me to prepare your order. When you came back the following week, I wanted to cry in front of you. I had to control myself. Then you asked me to hang out with you, and all my dreams came true. I love you Matt.”

Wes and Matt leaned into each other and kissed. They fondled each other’s cocks and fell into a deep and peaceful sleep.

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5. EDWARD THE GREAT, QUEEN CHERYL I & MIRREN THE NERVOUS

-The Davis family-

“Wake up honey.” Moms voice soothes as she shakes my shoulder. I groan at the disruption of the best sleep I’ve had in ages stretching out like a lazy fatty cat knocking over a small side table in the process.What? Opening my eyes the living room swims into view. Why am I asleep on the couch?

Oh! “Where’s Dane?” I sit up eyes darting around the room. “When did he leave?”

“Not long after I came in last night. I have to say it was quite a surprise finding you two entangled on the couch together.” She smirks wiggling her eyebrows at me joining me on the couch. My cheeks don’t feel hot but I just know I’m flushing beet red.

“Oh.” Was all I could respond?

“He didn’t want to wake you honey. You were sleeping so soundly I swear he stared at you for a solid 30 minutes before disengaging himself out of your surprisingly tight hold.”

“Oh.” Words were clearly not my forte this morning.

“I hope we’ll see more of him.” she lingers her question mark.

“I hope so too.” I smile plucking at my blanket. God I’m acting like 16-year-old school girl.

Mom leans forward grinning mischievously. “So is he a good kisser?”

“MOM!” I yell hiding my embarrassment by thwacking her with a cushion.

“Oh come on!” She whined, “We never talk about boy stuff. Indulge your dear old mother please? I mean I’m getting pruny! I need rejuvenation through your deliciously wicked stories! Oooooh please? Pretty please?” Her bizarre attempt at puppy eyes is more comical than pleading but I guess I can’t really begrudge her this. I smile a completely involuntary smile aching my cheeks as I remember his kisses staring down at my fingers again.

“It was good. I mean really good.”

“…And?”

“He’s… surprisingly affectionate, kept touching me in some way… never really letting go you know? I…I wasn’t expecting that… I wasn’t really expecting anything.”

“Oh honey…. Did it make you feel uncomfortable?” her motherly instincts kicking in.

“What? No! I love it.” I grin, it’s a toothy one I can feel it. Man I couldn’t stop grinning I had no control over it at all. “He smells like lime flowers mom.”

“Really? Like Grandpa’s tree?”

“Yup.”

We sat on the couch together for another hour munching on yesterdays cold pizza for breakfast. Idly chatting catching up on the week’s events. After a while mom stretched checking the mantelpiece clock.

“We better get our asses moving if we’re going to be ready on time.”

I sigh exuberantly time to face the music I guess.

“I get first dips on the shower!” Mom yells as she jumps off the couch and races to the upstairs bathroom. Bat shit crazy lady, god I love her.

An hour later I’m showered and decked out in my new clothes. Although it did take me 45 minutes to match my shirt and trousers. Maybe Dane’s colour code system isn’t such a bad idea. Moms still busy, she bought a new dress for the occasion so I’m hoping she’ll feel good about herself this time.

There is a knock on the door. I frown who the hell could that possibly be?

Two grins greet me at my doorstep and I’m stunned into silence.

“W.. what are y-you doing here?” I stammer.

“Surprize!” Eddy grins he looks quite dashing in his shirt and slacks.

“What?”

“We thought you could use a little back up today…?” Dane’s smile is nervous as he’s standing looking downright sexy on my porch; dressed in a white shirt with the leaves casually rolled up and a light grey waistcoat and slacks. Everything about him made my his eyes pop. He’s waiting for approval as I stare at them in semi-shock. I can’t help it I’m choked up. This is so sweet.

I step up to Dane and pull him into a hug burying my face in his neck. I feel a sigh of relief leave him. “Thank you ” I whisper as his arms wrap around me.

“Where’s Queenie?” Eddy asked having already slipped past me raiding the cookie jar.

“Here I am.” Mom’s standing in the kitchen doorway, the boys just stop and stare at her.

“So how do I look?” She asks fretfully pressing down an non existing crease. I can’t answer that; I don’t know what to feel right now.

“You look nice Cheryl.” Danes smiled tight-lipped.

“I think I look like an adult for once.” I nod agreeing with her. That was certainly one way to put it…

“Queenie did you robe funeral home? – Eddy to the rescue – I mean come on! That doesn’t at all look like you!” His face scrunched up in disgust at the grandma dress mom had bought. The long sleeves and high neckline resembled a tweedy potato sack.

Eddy snatches moms hand and drags her back up the stairs. “Come on Dane we can do better than this.”

“You look great sweets.” Dane kisses my cheek softly before following a protesting mom upstairs. I’m smiling before I even know I am. I would never have thought that a simple compliment from the right person could feel so very different from any other.

Upon finally reentering the kitchen mom completely knocks my socks off. Glam rocker chick all the way; slim black jacket sleeved scrunched up, black skinny jeans with purple pumps topped off with one of her classic tight band T-shirts. I can’t believe she had all this in her closet but it worked so well together. Her smiling face only enhanced the effect.

Now this was mom.

“You look fantastic.” Never a fan of jewelry but she loved her leather bracelets. It accentuated her outfit well, completing the look.

“I feel on top of the world honey. I would never have thought of this.” She turned on her heels pulling Dane and Eddy into a clumsy heartfelt embrace.

Her demeanour shifting from confident mom to stressed out ex-daughter-in-law. “Dang, we’re 15 minutes late and it’s a hours drive. Come on boys in the car.” Snatching her keys from the kitchen counter.

We dread this day each year. Anything that can go wrong mostly goes wrong. Fuck off Murphy; we have enough on our plate today.

– The Fallen family –

If I had in any way expected the room to fall silent in awe of the moment we stepped through the doors, I would have been bitterly disappointed. Our arrival seemed completely unnoticeable or was simply ignored. I saw a few eyes pop from what I’m guessing were younger cousins but no one came to greet us. Eddy had done all he could to keep the mother and son distracted during the long drive. Stress rolled of them in thick waves and Mirren had held my hand tightly in his lap the entire time.

Mirren’s grandparents were the first we walked over to. They hugged Mirren tightly and seemed genuinely happy to see him. Cheryl received a simple nod and tight smile. There wasn’t much communication between them. Mirren considered him and his mom a package deal; he wouldn’t go where they weren’t both welcome. Next we shuffled along a row of aunts, uncles and cousins. All giving us stiff nods, tight smiles and strangled hellos. I shivered at the chill in the air. Nobody asked who Eddy and I were but of course being the ever gentlemen Eddy took it upon him to introduce himself to everyone and sake their hand.

Whether the greeted was willing or not.

“Hi I’m Edward Fallen, I’m nobody don’t mind me.” 
“Hi I’m Edward Fallen, from the rent-a-kid Foundation.”
“Hi I’m Edward Fallen. Clean up well don’t I? You wouldn’t have guessed I picked up of the streets but an hour ago”
“Hi I’m Edward. Don’t worry Lily says I don’t sparkle.”
“Hi I’m Edward Fallen. Cheryl’s guardian and financial advisor.”
“Hi I’m Edward Fallen. My dream is to be a porn star one day I think I could be really good at faking it.” His greetings became more and more outrageous and I would have put a stop to it if Cheryl and Mirren hadn’t been sniggered the entire time.

If they didn’t care why should I?

I could feel Mirren’s body tense as we neared the end of the procession. A tall skinny lady with grey hair neatly pulled back in a bun and ice blue eyes glared at us with open distain.

“Aunt Imogen.” Mirren greeted. “Nice to see you.”

“Mirren… – she seemed to swallow vinegar by the look on her face – you look… acceptable… Cheryl well…” The lady sighed heavily giving Mirren’s mom the once down. “I suppose you did try. Why you -”

“Oh excuse me.” Eddy spoke up with a glittering smile. Aunt Imogene blinked startled at the audacity of the interruption. “I think you dropped your manners. I can understand with that stick up your butt it would be difficult for you to it pick up.”

A high-pitched giggle escaped Cheryl’s lips as Eddy grabbed both her and her son steering them to the bar. Taking an executive decision the greetings were over. Sometimes I could kiss my younger bother I really could.

For the next hour we stood chatting at a high reception table munching on snacks and drinking a little champagne. I allowed Edward a half a glass for his fantastic performance. To his credit Mirren had tried to engage a few cousins in conversation. Yet their blank responses and monosyllable answers quickly brought Mirren back to our table. Cheryl hadn’t even bothered to try but no matter how hard Mirren struggled the hurt of rejection on his face couldn’t be hidden from her.

After a while we took our seats at the dinner table though no one moved to join us. I’ve never felt like such a pariah in my life… Cheryl and Mirren do this every year?

Completely out of the blue a young woman we hadn’t seen yet came up behind Mirren covering his eyes with her hands.

“Guess who?” Her voice was light hinting at laughter.

“Bonnie!” Mirren’s face broke out in the first dazzling smile of the day. My heart melted at his sudden change of countenance. The young woman wrapped Mirren in a tightly hug.

“Good to see you Mirr! Hi Aunty Cheryl.” The beaming Bonnie gave Cheryl the same hug treatment.

“I didn’t know you’d be back for the party!”

Bonnie took a chair and placed it assertively between Mirren and his mom.

“You’re kidding and pass up on this freak show? I’ve missed too many years as it is.” Her short bright ginger curls bobbed as she spoke. Her eyes zeroed in on us within seconds.

“So who’s this then?” she nudged Mirren with a smirk.

“Oh Bonnie this is Dane and Edward Fallen.”

“Oh Edward our neighbourhood friendly smartass. I’ve already heard about you.” She beamed leaning of the table to shake his hand.

“I think I’m going to like you Bonnie.” Eddy grinned.

“The feeling is mutual Edward. Anyone to stand up to the hag is a friend in my book.” She winked. “So Aunty Cheryl is it true you hired these escorts to shame the family?” Her tone of voice happy and mocking anything but indignant.

“What?” Mirren burst out laughing. It was really good to see him relax beside Bonnie. The last vestiges of stress vanished from his body. “No, Dane is …-” he stopped looking at me unsure what to say. I froze, was he out to his family? Did he want others to know? Was he thinking what I was thinking? I guess I hesitated a second to long cause Eddy leaned over the table whispering loudly; “- his intimate acquaintance!”

“Ooh Mirren that’s awesome! Why didn’t you tell me?” She thrilled. Eddy was right we were going to really like this woman.

“It’s really recent and I thought you were still in Ghana Bonnie. The latest postcard arrived just two days ago.”

“You’ve been away?” Eddy perked right up, he loved everything about traveling.

“For a couple of years now. But I’m back for at least a few months this time. Ben and Clara told me how awful the family has been treating you. They practically begged me to come to this excuse of a party to save you guys this year.”

“What? The twins? Really?” Cheryl’s mouth hung open as Mirren’s eyes popped in surprise.

“You should see the letters I get.” Bonnie whipped her head around searching the room. Waves the two teenagers over to join us as she spotted them in a corner at the far end of the room. “They’re just really shy. It’s adorable though once they get started they don’t shut up well on paper at least.”

The two teenagers shuffled hesitantly to our table. Identical twins they weren’t but clearly siblings with the same electric blue eyes.

“Hi.” Their voices as timid as their postures.

Bonnie made them sit with us. “Come on live a little.” She said when Ben peeking over his shoulder seeing an older boy frown at them. They grinned sitting down, our table had become quite crowded now. Our noise level rose as we sat enjoying ourselves listing and laughing at Bonnie’s stories. Bit by bit the twins seem to relax and eventually joined in. Their dry sense of humour taking us all by surprise. Eddy had been more quiet than usual when Clara spoke. I swear I saw a hint of a blush each time they crossed eyes.

– The Davis family –

I held him tight. It was all I could do standing pressed together on my porch. All I could do to express the enormous gratitude and warmth I felt at that moment.

His arms wrapped around my body the instant I’d hugged him and neither one of us seemed to want to let go any time soon.

“Thank you.” I whispered against his ear before nuzzling his neck. “Thank you so much. I had the best time.”

“Me too.” His answer muffled by my shoulder. “Bonnie and the twins were a surprise weren’t they?”

I chuckled surprise was the understatement of the century.

“It was so good to see Bonnie again. As for the twins… well it’s amazing to meet friends you never knew you had.” The fact he returned my embrace with the same vigor lifted my heart to unknown heights. He kissed my neck before claiming my lips in a sweet lingering kiss tongue gently dipping in. Knowing that if the kiss became any more passionate he would never get Eddy home on time I gently disengaged.

“I wish you could stay.” I whispered looking down.

“Me too sweets.”

“But you should go.”

“Yes I should.” He muttered not moving at all.

A car honk brought us back to the porch. Gently cradling my head in his hand I received the sweetest goodnight kiss. Before he drove off home to his family.

Tonight cocooned in warm softness of my comforter I knew exactly who’s arms I’d be imagining holding me in the night.

6. PARKING, OSMOSIS & BREAKFAST CUPCAKES

-Familia-

“So we’re set?”

“Yup” Dane started the car.

“Everyone’s taken care of?”

“Yup.” He jiggled the gearshift to neutral.

“You sure?” Mirren buckled up.

“Yes Mirren I’m sure. You worry more about my family than I do and I didn’t think that was actually possible.” Dane said keeping his foot off the gas pedal.

“I can’t help it. I really like your family!”

He takes a hold of Mirren’s hand and squeezes it gently. “I know and they know, they’ll be fine.”

“Yeah… so what are we doing tonight?”

“Something I’ve wanted to do for a long time.” Dane smirked revving the engine.

“What’s that?”

“Go somewhere and park.”

Mirren giggled. “Your not kidding are you?”

“Nope.” Not kidding at all. Dane’s foot hit the gas pedal, shifting gears and off they were.

“Good, I like that idea.”

“I thought you would.”

Dane drove them to the highest hill he could find and parked as close to the top as he could. As amazing as the view was Dane wasn’t really paying attention to the skyline. Neither was Mirren, in fact he turned his back to it.

It’s a bit of rush stealing away time like this. The gang at Queenies for movie night, shaping into little tradition for Friday nights.

In these moments they were alone together.

Mirren unbuckled and climbed onto Dane’s lap. He really likes sitting on top of Dane. Though they don’t differ too much in height Mirren took a guilty pleasure in sitting higher and Dane found he didn’t mind at all. Cause one of the few things going through Dane’s mind right then is just how amazing a kisser his partner is. He really knows how to use those incredibly nice lips of his…

This is one of those things that can’t be done in front of the family. Though the Fallen’s have always been a very affection family with hugs and kisses in no means out of place. I’d think any pre-teen gang would veto them making out on the couch.

It makes these stolen moments all the more sweeter… All the more sweeter indeed.

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If Mirren were asked to describe the Fallen family with a single word he’d have said: Osmosis. Movie night had become date night for Dane and Mirren so it became inevitable that Fallen’s would stay at the Davis house during those evenings. Why that was inevitable was a mystery to everyone involved, it was just the way it was. The Davis home has a large family room and Queenie saw to it they were taught the correct movie classics to love while still in the moulding stage of their tastes.

Mr. Fallen was only too happy to let her. He particularly enjoyed her sweet and salty homemade popcorn and her company… Mr. Fallen regretted leaning on his eldest son so much so that he didn’t even realise he was preventing Dane of having a life of his own. As the weeks wore on and Mirren and Dane grew closer their families seemed to merge.

At first Mr. Fallen had tried to halt it. He didn’t want to impede on their budding relationship and still felt guilty for leaning on his eldest son so much. But if he thought the gang was a force to be reckoned with he’d found Cheryl to be of equally intensity.

– The Fallen family –

Chris was concerned.

He lay on his stomach listening at the crack under the door. It was very light out and everyone still slept. Everyone usually still does when Chris wakes. He really liked this time of day, when the house was quiet and void of hustle and bustle of his siblings. Even this house. This big happy house, his adopted room here was nicer than the one at home which he shared with Eddy and Eddy snores… loudly.

Chris really liked spending Friday night at the Dragons den. Saturdays they all go to the game or to practice together, even Dragon and Queenie come along unless Queenie has work.

Which sucks big time cause they all like to hear her roar.

“Hey what’cha doing there honey?” The quiet whisper in Chris’s ear made him jump a foot high. But is was only Queenie leaning down on the floor beside him.

“I think Dane’s hurt.” He whispered back after his heart started beating normally again.

“Why would you think that?” she whispered back, lying on the floor beside him belly to the ground.

“I can hear noises.”

Queenie smirked pressing her ear against the door. There was no sound at all coming through the door. “I don’t hear a thing Chris.” She said lifting her ear away to which Chris presented a glass from somewhere about his person and pressed it against the wood of the door.

“You really have to listen closely and hold your breath and don’t think of anything…” he demonstrated his method by lifting his ear to the glass, the tip of his tongue sticking out in concentration, eyes squinting. Queenie was shaking trying to keep her laugher in her belly. Chris’s eyes light up “I can hear it! I can!” He whispered excitedly. He hands her the glass and Queenie does as instructed. An extremely faint muffled moan filled her ear.

“I don’t think Dane’s hurt honey, I think Dane is very happy.” He lifted herself off the floor pulling Chris up with her. “What do you say about making some breakfast cupcakes?”

“Breakfast cupcakes?” Chris eyes her suspiciously considering his options carefully.

“Yes little sandwich cups with eggs and bacon it in. Mirren loved itwhen I used to make it for him.”

“Doesn’t he love it anymore?”

“Of course he does.” Queenie smiled.

“But you don’t make them anymore?”

“I guess I haven’t made them in a while but I think we can restart that little tradition today what do you think?” She held her hand out.

“Can we put tomatoes in them?”

“Anything you want honey.” Chris took her hand and they tiptoed downstairs to the kitchen.

“I don’t like tomatoes.”

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I wake smiling; it was a common occurrence lately. Especially when I wake in Mirren’s bed, breathing Mirren’s scent, touch Mirren’s skin…

The best thing of all Mirren sleeps naked.
Completely, utterly, blissfully naked.

Though we’re on a nice steady pace with our intimacy. I always take full advantage of Saturday mornings. We couldn’t do this at my house, the best thing about Mirren’s home… very… very thick walls.

He’s my little spoon, he prefers it that and always holds my arms tightly around him. I softly stroke this side along his waist, down over the bump of his hipbone and down his thigh. I love touching him, the feel of his skin with the curls of hair on his thigh under the tips of my fingers. Up along the soft gentle smoothness of his hips…

Mmmmm…

Though little experienced he confessed not to be a virgin. I hadn’t expected him to be, neither was I but it seemed to bother him. I didn’t understand until he told me why. After his dad had up left them he sunk low. He sought out male affection in the wrong way but quickly came to his senses after a particularly bad experience. After that he kind of withdrew completely.

He hadn’t been touched in since he was 16.

Though he may not technically be a virgin, to him my touch was like being touched for the first time. In contrast to those other men that had wanted something from him I didn’t want anything from him.

All I really crave is from him to love me, like I love him. Trust me loving this man came easily, cause it was easy. So easy and natural I couldn’t think of it being any other way.

Mirren stirred under my ministrations, he thoroughly loved it, purring with each stroke. I can’t deny I was poking him something fierce, nature’s laws rule nature after all. Could you blame me? You’d be poking him if you’d have him in your arms starting the wiggle up against you, driving your quietly insane…

Two can play that game… he has this little spot at the base of the back of his neck. The hairs on his arm stand up when I kiss it, the lighter the kiss the bigger the shiver. A moan escapes when I stroke his inguinal ligament that nice spot in the hip crease above the groin… He traps my morning glory between his thighs holding it firmly against his balls.

… Now… oh now it’s a duel…

I take his very hard and very hot prick in my hand and squeeze it. He grips my other arm that’s snakes under him pressing his back into my chest. He has surprising strength in those thigh muscles. His grip triggers my movements without previous instruction. As I’m enjoying the feeling I’m also trying to make him feel… more. Moving the palm of my hand over his flared head, spreading the glistening precream with each pass. I can feel his thighs spasm around my prick and I moan in unison.

We haven’t spoken as of yet. Not uttered a single word there’s only the rustled of the duvet and the pant of our breaths filling his room.

He grips me hard and bucks into my hand faster nicely in harmony with my climbing strokes.

We climb, pant and moan, climb, pant and gasp, climb, groan and tremble … until that tiny second where all movements stop and you hold your breath for the briefest instant before releasing the pressure in his your lungs with the explosion in your groin.

The duel is over… there are no losers in a duel like this… it’s winners al round.

– The Davis Family –

Pickles… pickles… pickles... We’re out of pickles? Again? I skip upstairs to the kitchen where the gang is  stuffing their faces with hotdogs. It’s always hotdog at noon on Saturdays.

“We’re out of pickles.” I announce earning a general groan for my efforts.

“Write it on the board honey.” Mom’s frying more extra onions an all round favourite at the table. Mr Fallen’s making a bigger mess than Chris ‘helping’ him and Dane is… where’s Dane?

I write pickles on the chalk board next to the fridge. “Don’t forget peanut butter!” Edward yells from behind. Oh right …

“You like the smooth kind right?” I ask adding it to the list.

“He likes any kind. As long as it’s edible.” Dane says coming up from behind and wrapping his arms around me. There he is… I relax into him adding some other items to the list I usual forget. Coffee filters… dishwater liquid… paper towels….

He kisses the side of my head, as I’m busy. “Want a hotdog?”

“Yup!” I smiled turning my head to give him a peck. “Don’t forget I like..-“

“Yes, yes I remember” He chuckles shaking his head, releasing me to fix me my hotdog.

“You’re the only person we know that puts mayo, mint and cucumbers on their hotdog Dragon.” Lily grins twisting in her seat to face me

“Have you tried it? It’s delicious.” I ask depositing the chalk.

“No, I like ketchup and mustard just fine.”

“You don’t know what your missing!” I sing taking the chair beside her.

“Dad Dragon’s trying to lead us to the dark side.” Edward nudges Mr. Fallen.

“Mirren stop leading my family to the dark side.” Mr. Fallen says without looking up.

“I was doing no such thing!”

“Sweets putting mint on your hotdog is as dark as it gets from my family.” Dane adds gravely handing me my disgrace of a hotdog.

“You know that if you’d tell a Belgian that Chris loves to put bacon on his Belgian waffle they’d be shocked at the heresy of it. But Chris loves to add bacon so it’s fine and I love to add mint and cucumbers to my hotdog so that’s fine too.”

“Bacon doesn’t count. Bacon goes with everything.” Mr. Fallen shakes his head munching on his own classically assembly dog.

“Where do Belgian’s live?” Chris pips up crunching his face in thought.

“In Belgium dummy.” Edward rolls his eyes

“Isn’t that the capital of Brussels?” Chris cocks his head. Lily shakes her head

“No Brussels is the capital of Belgium.” Edward answers attacking his third dog. Lilly nods as he continues. “It’s really small, between France and the Netherlands and they have like three official languages.” We all look at Edward happily eating away. He stops chewing noticing our stares.

“What? Am I the only one that pays attention during World History? Beside I play saxophone remember? Well guess where that was invented!”

“You’re kidding.” Mr. Fallen is righteously shocked.

“Nope, named after a Mr. Sax.”

“Mr. Sax?”

“Yup.”

The table just laughs off the conversation and continue eating and messing about. After lunch the twins have ballet and the boys have music. Edward plays sax and Chris the flute; the girls were never much interested in music I’m told. But Edward did go to dancing lessons for a long time, Dane said they were told it’d help his coordination. Which apparently it did.

After all their activities they go home… to their own home… that’s the part of the weekend I don’t like very much…

7. A HAPPY HOUSE, AN EMERGENCY WAITING ROOM & A VERY SPECIAL MOVIE NIGHT.

– The Fallen family –

“Where are they going?” I ask watching Dad drive away.

“Just out to dinner.” Mirren glowed, he was so happy his mother was going out. Out on a date.

“I didn’t think he’d ever ask her.” I really didn’t they’ve been tiptoes around each other for months.

“He didn’t. She did.” Mirren smirked at me.

“Figures.” I grab Mirren pulling him to me. “So you’re all mine tonight?” I slide my hand down the back of his slacks, I love that they’ve become his favourite thing to wear. They’re so easy to slide off…

I have to calm myself. I’ve been thinking about him all day. His moans, his groans, the cute way he bits his lip right before he cums… Shit I want him so much right now.

He giggles pushing me away. “Baby we’re on your porch.”

“Exactly my porch and I can grope you if I want. Everyone’s inside anyway”

“You know their peeking through the curtains don’t you?”

“Yeah but they better be watching TV when we come inside!” I yell loudly promptly followed by giggles and running feet behind the door.

“Baby don’t worry I want you too, later when everyone’s in bed. The walls are very thin here…”

“Oh I can be quiet Sweets. Very quiet.” Growing up in a house full of people makes you quiet.

He doesn’t reply just kisses me deeply before disappeared into the house before I realize what’s  happened. I follow after him… after I’ve visibly cooled down a bit.

– The Davis Family –

Cheryl touched up her lipstick in the restaurants bathroom mirror. Dinner had gone swimmingly! She was thrilled Martin was having just as much of a good time as she was. It’s uncanny how alike they are…

Though they’d already spend a lot of time together during these last few months. Cheryl had finally bit the bullet and asked him out herself. He seemed shy to do so himself. They were close in age and for a forty something man Martin had kept every bit of his handsome looks. Actually he looked ever better now than some of the photo’s she’d seen of a much younger Martin. But however yummy he seemed on the outside, Martin himself was what really attracted her to him. He lived for his family… I mean who wouldn’t? Those are some great kids…

After one last satisfied wardrobe check – that Dane had put together for her– she left the bathroom to return to their table.

At first she couldn’t see Martin anywhere but when she spotted him paying their bill at the bar, her heart caught in her throat. His face was ash white and full of fear.

“What’s happened?”

“There’s been a fire, one of them in the hospital.”

Cheryl’s blood ran cold “Which one?” she croaked.

“I don’t know.” They fled the restaurant and Cheryl had to remind Martin to drive carefully, lest they end up in the hospital themselves and not as visitors.

An hour later they finally arrived to find all the Fallen kids huddled in the emergency waiting room. Even uncle David was there with Chris asleep on his lap.

“What happened?” Martin asked panting for breath he’d ran all the way from the parking lot. Cheryl counted kids, Chris, Lily, Risa, Eddy, Dane…

Dane’s face was red and puffy and dirty, he opened his mouth and a rattle of words came tumbling out. “Everyone was asleep and we’d dozed off on the couch and the next thing Mirren was yelling about smoke and shaking me awake and running around pounding on the all doors…”

“Where’s Mirren?”

“Our Dragon isn’t fire proof.” Lily spoke in that soft voice of hers.

“We were coming down the down the stairs, Mirren behind me when the stairs caved in… ” Edwards voice was fare away and hollow, he just sat there staring in front of him. “…and he fell.”

“Where’s Mirren?”

“Mirren Davis?” a doctor called out entered the waiting room. Every one turned but Cheryl rushed forward.

“Is he alright?”

“Mrs. Davis your son has a third degree burn on his left leg and second degree burns on his left arm and shoulder. We found his right foot to be broken and he’s suffering from severe smoke inhalation.” The doctor imparted gravely.

“But he’s alright? He’s alive?”

“Yes he will recover but it will takes some time.” The doctor nodded checking his notes.

“Can is see him?”

“Just immediate family for now.” He conceded.

Cheryl grabbed her per purse “Dane come on!”

The doctor was about to object when a very fierce glare stopped him “Are we going to have a problem?” Cheryl snapped holding on to Danes hand. The doctor shook his head and stepped aside. “Good man.”

– Familia –

Martin Fallen checked every single one of this kids from head to toe. He knew they’d all been vetted by the doctors be did it anyway.

“How did this happen?”

“The fire men think it was an electrical fire, a malfunction of some sort.” David said.

“How did Mirren get out?”

“I tried I really did, I tried to lift the debris of him but it was too heavy and the smoke was getting so think and …” Edward cut short sobbing, sobbing for the first time now his father was here.

“It’s alright Eddy. It’s alright.” Martin hugged his son to him.

“No it isn’t I had to leave him there!”

“The firemen found him straight away Eddy, you did good.” David tried to sooth. The fire brigade had arrived in record time it’s a plus when you don’t live far from the fire station. Eddy had directed them right to the unconscious Mirren.

“Thank god for that!” Martin breathed holding his son tight. “What about the house?”

David shook his head and Martin tried not to be overwhelmed by the situation. Everyone’s here, Mirren was going to recover and everyone was alive. That in itself was a small miracle.

A few minutes later Cheryl entered the waiting room again, Dane had stayed by Mirren’s bedside. They all waited with bated breath for her assessment.

“He’ll be alright in the long run.” She sighed sinking down onto a chair, Lily zipping to her side.

“I’m so sorry Cheryl.” Martin’s face one of complete guilt.

“It not anyone’s fault Martin.” She sighed hugging Lily close. She’d been terrified to think it could be Mirren that was hurt but truth be told she’d have been just as gutted if it had been any of them.

It was almost an hour later before Dane appeared again. His face blotchy from the tears, he’d held Mirren free hand the entire time he’d been by side. Mirren was drugged up and asleep. But Dane didn’t care, he just wanted someway of letting Mirren know he was there. Seeing everyone huddled up in the waiting room quietly brought reality back to the foreground.

“Martin I can take two of them but there isn’t much extra room in our house…”

“Maybe Mom and Dad can take the boys…” Dane’s dad mused watching Chris asleep on David’s lap.

“What?” Dane blinked confused.

“We can’t go back to the house Dane, I’m told there’s hardly anything left.”

“Your going to split us up?” Dane gawked, the possibility hadn’t occurred to him yet. They didn’t have a home to go back to.

“Of course he’s not.” Cheryl scowled. “You’re all coming back to our house.”

“Cheryl… no we can’t-“

“Are you going to argue about this with me Martin? Honestly?”

“But this isn’t just a sleepover Cheryl. It’ll be some time before everything with the insurance is settled and…”

“Dane?”

“Yes Cheryl?”

“Are you all coming back to our house?”

“Yes we are.” Yes they were.

“And why are you all coming back to our house?”

Dane turned to his father. “Cause Mirren wouldn’t stand to have it any other way.”

“Exactly, in fact he’d demand it so that’s precisely what I’m doing.”

It was early in the morning before everyone got cleaned up and settled. Dane stood in the middle of Mirren’s room. It was so weird being here without him. In a daze he undressed and crawled into Mirren’s bed. Immersed in the very essence of Mirren’s scent he finally relaxed. Running through the entire night over and over again in his mind.

They had fallen asleep on the couch cuddling in front of the TV… He still felt Mirren hands on him shaking him awake, smoke all around him. The panic of getting everyone outside, the screams, the shouts and then…

Eddy coming out without Mirren.

Eddy was frantic, blabbering about the staircase. Dane had tried to go back in but he couldn’t see a thing and the fire was spreading fast. He screamed at the firemen when they showed up. Screamed at them to find him.

The relief had been so profound when he heard Mirren would be all right he almost lost himself. He looked so frail and hurt in that hospital bed, the burns on his leg were the worst. The one on his shoulder reached right up along his neck across his cheek touching his nose.

He’d wanted to stay at the hospital but Cheryl had advised against it. She knew best Dane supposed being a nurse and everything…

He’d almost lost him tonight… he almost lost him for good.

-The Davis family –

I wake up to Dane’s voice in my ear and a hand stroking my hair. I was only napping anyway mom had been in earlier giving me a run down of the situation.

“Hey there Sweets.” He whispered his face close to mine. I’m relieved to see him, to have him here, to hear his voice.

“Hey baby.” I croak my throat still soar form the smoke inhalation. “I’m so glad you’re ok.” Glad was putting it mildly; I’d been so relieved when mom told me everything this morning. His grey eyes filled up instantly at my words.

“I’m so sorry you got hurt.”

“Oh Baby don’t cry.” I hold his face with my free hand. “Everything’s all right. We’re all fine.”

“You’re not fine Mirren, you’re hurt and badly.

“No, not that badly baby trust me I’ve treated worse.”

“But you’re not the nurse this time, you’re the patient.”

“Bones heal and skin regrows. I’ll be fine. Although I might not be as appealing to you as before. I’ll have some pretty hideous scare when this is all over.” I joke trying to make light of the situation…. But deep down I’m trying not to dwell on it but the burns on my leg are pretty severe and I’ll have permanent scars on my shoulder let alone my face… I’ll have to practically bath in moisturizing cream.

Dane’s face turns very serious very quickly; his eyes blaze with an intensity I haven’t seen before.

“You’re as beautiful to me now as when I first laid eyes on you at the store that day. A few scars won’t change that. Ever. I promised you didn’t I?”

“Promised me?”

“That I’d never let you fall.”

…

The gang arrive a few hours later. I had one hell of a time trying to calm Edward down. He feels so guilty not being able to help me get out of the house. Poor boy.

At least he smiled at my jokes after about an hour of reassuring him I didn’t blame him for anything. Chris sat at foot of my bed drawing on my encased foot. Mom and Mr. Fallen talking by the door, the twins at one side and Edward and Dane at the other. Bonnie came in about an hour later when everyone had settled down somewhat. She freaked at the sight of me. It again took some time to explain everything. I had a lot of helpers; the gang seemed to have fallen in love in her on sight. She does that to people she draws them in.

“The Twins send their love.” He whispered to me.

I was laying there in wonder at the amount of people in my room. All these people were here cause the wanted to be. For me.

“Where is the Davis boy?” Came a voice from the hallway. I froze. A tall middle aged man stood in the doorway of my room. Mom’s mouth fell open and Bonnie’s eyes popped.

“What are all these people doing here?” The man demanded frowning.

“Uncle Alfred?” Bonnie squeaked. The room hushed, the Fallens were looking at us confused and Dane gripped my free hand tightly.

“Dad?” I croak.

“Mirren. Oh god what happened to you?” He tries to step up to my bed by the multitude of Fallens bar his way.

“Dad? What are you even doing here?” I ask. Even now, even now after not seeing him after almost 7 years all I want to do I run up to him and hug him. He’s my Dad after all. But dad never was a big hugger, not like mom and not like Dane and other Fallens.

“I was in the country on a business trip when I got your moms message.”

“You were in the country?” Mom gawked.

“Yes I’m often…” he stopped probably realizing his mistake in admitting he’s never even contacted us when he’s been here. “What are all these people doing here?” He regains he composure eyes the Fallen suspiciously. “I thought only family was aloud.”

“Then why are you here?” Edwards asks crossing his arms.

“Excuse me?”

“They are family dad, my family.” I explain.

Dad cocked his head toward mom. “You always said you wanted more kids Cheryl but my god I didn’t think you’d actually shake up with someone who has five to spare.”

Mom’s too shocked to reply, she just stares at him her face waxen. It’s the first he’s even spoken to her since the night he left.

“Mom didn’t shake up with anyone dad. I did.” My voice gruff with anger. Dad’s eyes flicker to my hand clamping Dane’s his eyebrow raises.

I don’t think I’ve ever actually told him I’m gay, he’d left before I told anyone at all. He takes an involuntarily step back and it tells me all I need to know.

“I appreciate you coming dad, I do but I think you should leave now.” I sink back into the cushions of my bed.

Bonnie takes dad’s arm. “Come on Uncle Alfred you heard the man. I’ll walk you out.”

In a second he was gone.

But it doesn’t matter I’m surrounded by family.

– Familia –

“Dane! Where’s the popcorn?” Edward yells from the family room

“Calm down it’s coming!” I shout out distributing the popcorn into several different  bowls.

Friday night is movie night. The room is dimmed and I narrowly avoid tripped over arms and legs as I pass the bowls around. Chris and the girls take up the floor cushions spread out everywhere, Queenie and Dad on the main couch, Eddy on a single next to them and Mirren….

Mirren is waiting for me on the twin seat. Our seat. He straightens giving me room to slide in behind him, our favourite position. He twists his head and smiles at me, the now fading scar on his left cheek still visible but smooth. He has no idea how sexy I find it.

It’s a year ago tonight. A year ago I stood sobbing next his unconscious body at the hospital. A year ago tonight that I almost lost him.

His shoulder and arm healed remarkably well as did his foot. As for his leg well.. it’s not very pretty but it isn’t hideous either. At first he refused to wear shorts during summer but I soon but a stop to that, it’s a badge of honour and he shouldn’t be ashamed of it.

“Dane?” Risa asks from the floor.

“Hm?” I don’t take my eyes of Mirren as I stroke his cheek and he purrs into my touch. Damn I can’t wait to tear his cloths off when I get him upstairs. I want him to fu-

“When are you getting married?”

Mirren’s eyes snap open and I know mine are bulging. I look up and see six pairs of eyes looking at us. Where did that come from?

“Jees guys, I don’t know in a few years maybe?” I shrug

Chris’s face is a mask of horror. “A few years!”

Eddy puts his bowl of popcorn on the coffee table and pointedly switches of the TV.

Okayyy…

“This is something personal between Dane and Mirren, you guys. It isn’t up for family debate.” Thank you dad!

“Everything is up for family debate in our house.” Eddy counters.

Mirren giggle sitting up straight.

“Besides if they get married, he’s effectively saying say to the whole family and that means us too.” Lily arguments

“But you’re already here, we’ve already got you.” Cheryl giggles… she’s enjoying this…

“That’s beside the point.” Risa waves the words away.

“Hey if they got married wouldn’t they then move out?” Chris pips up. This does actually shut everyone up. They all look as us expectantly.

“Why would we move out?” Mirren asks tucking his knees up under his chin, he’s smiling as if our family is amusing to him. I can’t blame him… they are.

“You know…” Eddy rolls his hand. “To have your own space and all that.”

“We have the attic. It’s practically an apartment. The only thing it doesn’t have is a separate entrance. Why do you think we moved up there?”

A unison shrug.

“Sweeties it really is up the them if the want to get married or not.” Cheryl finally tries to intervene

“It’s not a matter of if Queenie it’s a matter of when.” Lily counters again. “When will Dane ask? That’s the question.”

“Who says Dane will propose?” Cheryl tries again… grinning.

They all give her a very pointed look even dad. Damn

I sidle up against Mirren hugging him to my side.

“Would you say yes if I asked?”

“Are you asking?” he grins; he’s joking with me playing along with their game. I dig into my trouser pocket.

“I had a whole speech prepared and a whole different setting in mind.” I whisper to him holding the little box in my hand. I’ve been carrying it around for weeks. But it’s never been the right time…

Mirren pales. “Oh crap.”

Oh crap?

“Oh crap? I haven’t even said anything yet and I get an oh crap.”

He turns to big eyes to me and lowers his legs thumbing for something in his pocket. I don’t know what I was expecting but I wasn’t expecting him to present me with an identical little box. “I’ve been carrying it around for a while now…” he admits nervously. I hear a muffled ohmygod from the hushed gang watching us.

After a very pregnant silence we both open them with the natural squeaks of small hinges presenting them to each other. I’m looking at a simple silver hand with a black stone in its centre. He’s looking at an identical simple band but with blue line along the middle. We each slip them on the others finger without saying word and Mirren all but knocks me off the couch lunging at me.

Yes

There are small hushed voices next to us but right now… right now I’m just thinking about holding on to the man in my arms. I almost lost him a year ago, I’m not about to let that happen ever again. He’s mine and nobody dare try and take him from me.

“Did they ask?”
“Was that a yes?”
“Where those yeses?”
“But they didn’t say anything!”
“They don’t need to honey.”

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Suddenly, everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. I was sliding into second base. The shortstop, Mike, covering second, had to leap as he fielded the ball. My left foot got tangled with the bag and, before I could twist away, I watched Mike’s foot come down directly on my left leg. He landed with all his weight on the meatiest part the thigh and I felt the sharp spikes of his shoe rip the cloth and cut into me. Realizing his foot was contacting flesh, Mike flipped himself upwards. His spiked shoe pulled off but then his whole body landed with full force right on top of me with a great “Ooomph!” forcing the air out of us both.

I became aware of his hard, protective sport cup pressing into my equally well-protected groin. He was atop me for a moment longer than I thought really necessary for regaining his composure. “Geez, I’m sorry, Jack,” he muttered sincerely as he pulled himself off of me, kneeling next to me. “Let me help you up.” As he reached his hand out, he looked down at my thigh. The torn stretch-fabric of my pants had pulled away, forming a large hole, which revealed the wound. Blood was starting to ooze from each point of contact with the spikes. Mike looked up into my face in alarm and turned pale. His eyes rolled up into his head and then he toppled right over onto the ground next to me, out cold. I’d been told he was a pre-med student at his college. It occurred to me that his future in medicine was grim if every time he saw blood he would react like this. Despite the predicament we were in, I started to chuckle.

* * * * *

I was lying on a narrow table in the extremely bright, clean looking, astringent smelling, emergency room of the college infirmary. The noisy crowd that had brought me in had been shooed away by a white-clad figure, who, I assumed, was an orderly. The doors were closed. I was left alone. It was very quiet. I started wondering how Mike would fare, thinking of how handsome and innocent-looking he was, when, suddenly, the orderly reappeared. He looked, to me, like a dentist because he wore one of those starched white shirts that button diagonally up the chest to the shoulder.

“Hi. I’m Greg,” he said cheerfully with a reassuring smile. “I’m in charge of this emergency room on week-ends. Let me tell you what we’re going to do.” He didn’t wait for a response from me. “I’m going to clean your wound and prepare it for surgery…”

I interrupted him. “You mean you can’t just bandage it up?”

“No, I’m afraid not. The puncture wounds are too deep and have cut into muscle tissue. Fortunately, any major veins or arteries were missed. You were lucky. I believe the strong material of your uniform took enough of the pressure to keep this from being even more serious than it is. However, a surgeon must repair the tissue and close the wounds. It won’t take long. You’ll be fine.” He smiled again and looked into my eyes in such a tender way that I took another look at him. He was about my age, so I figured he was a student and this was his part-time job. He was tall and slender without being skinny, had close-cropped wavy hair that gave him a professional look, and straight white teeth that gleamed when he smiled. And his eyes penetrated right into me when he looked at me. He was, altogether, very handsome.

“Are you an orderly?” I asked, curious about him now.

“No. I’m an RN – a Registered Nurse.” He paused, letting that sink in, as he went to the foot of the table and began removing my shoes and socks.

“Oh!” I said in surprise, “but you’re a…” I stopped. His expression didn’t change, but I realized I was being tactless. He must have been used to it. He smiled brightly. “Men make good nurses, too,” he said. Then he laughed, saying, “Would you like me to send in a woman to do what I’m about to do?” He brandished a large pair of scissors.

“What are you going to do?” I asked apprehensively.

“I’m going to cut your pants off,” he said in a sexy, conspiratorial way, like it would be fun for both of us.

“Can’t you just…”

“No, I can’t,” he interrupted.”You lie still. The wound is covered and I want to disturb it as little as possible. The pants are ruined, anyway, and the college will give you a new pair, I’m sure.” He smiled and began cutting. The pants started just below the knee and the modern stretch-fabric caused them to split open easily as he cut in a straight line right up my left thigh to the hole made by the cleats, and then continued to cut above it. He didn’t stop at the crotch but cut right up to, but not through, the waistband. My leg was exposed. He looked appreciatively at my flesh. “You’re very muscular, uh…” He wanted to call me by name but had forgotten it.

“Call me Jack.”

“Yes. Jack, you’re very muscular.” He smiled and moved around the bottom of the table to my right leg and started cutting.

I didn’t know what to say but for some inexplicable reason my cup started feeling cramped. Oh, shit, I thought, A little flattery, and look at me. Throwin’ a boner. I can’t start getting turned on NOW! I tried to think of something else.

“You look uneasy, Jack,” he commented, breaking into my thoughts, “is something the matter?” I’m sure his smile was meant to reassure, but, to me, it made him look so sexy, it made matters worse.

“Uh… Uh… I was just wondering,” I said haltingly, trying to alter the course of my thinking, “if you’re an RN, you must be older than you look.”

“Well, thank you,” he responded, “I’ll take that as a compliment. Are you a senior?

“No, a sophomore, but I did some time in the Army before starting school.”

“Oh, so you’ve had plenty of experience.” He smiled knowingly. I didn’t know exactly what he meant by that but before the conversation could continue he had reached the waistband on the right side and he started undoing my belt and unbuttoning my pants.

“I can do that,” I protested, but he cut me off, saying, “Just relax. I know what I’m doing. You must try to stay as quiet as possible.” He opened the fly and then cut the material from the bottom of the fly to the cut edge, on both sides. The pants fell away from my body. He plucked the cup from my groin and looked at it. “I always thought these things were worn under the jockstrap,” he muttered to himself, and then set the cup aside. “Raise your hips slightly,” he instructed, and yanked the pants out from under me. “There,” he said with apparent satisfaction, dumping the remains of the garment into a hamper.

“Now, let’s get you out of the rest of your clothes.” He grinned again.

“Is that necessary?” I asked.

“Yes. When the surgeon is finished, you’ll be admitted to the ward for a few days. You need to be immobilized and these puncture wounds will have to be monitored for infection. You don’t want to lose the leg, do you?” As he unbuttoned my jersey he looked up from the task into my eyes. There was, again, something in the look that made my heart beat faster.

With my jersey off, he moved to the head of the table and, reaching down over me, grabbed the hem of my T-shirt and pulled it up, over my head. I was naked except for my sweaty jock strap and a light gauze bandage over the wound.

“Hmmm.” he said, “You have a very well-developed body, Jack.” He was moving around the table to my left side. He picked up the scissors. “Now, let’s get this jock off.” Before I could protest, he lifted the pouch by sliding his left hand along my hip, onto my abdomen, under the cloth of the pouch, through my pubic hair pushing aside my somewhat inflated cock, grabbed the material and simultaneously quickly snipped through it. The waistband and an inch or two snapped back against my stomach. He smiled at me and let go of the material in his left hand. It snapped and slid against my genitals in a sensual way and disappeared between my thighs.My cock flopped in response.

Again, he slid his left hand against my cockhair and then up, under the waistband of the jock. He lifted and snipped. The band of elastic material separated, but he did not loosen his grip. I raised my hips slightly and the sliced-up jock sprang into his fist with a snap.

“There!” he said with apparent excitement. “That’s got it!” He hefted the jock like a prize and seemed to be holding it unnecessarily close to his nose. He looked me up and down, eyes lingering at my crotch. “You’ve got a really great body, Jack!” he whispered, seductively. He licked his lips. There was no doubt about it, he was getting turned on.

I slid my right hand over my hip to my balls, tugging at and repositioning them, my cock rolling around with the motions. He watched in fascination. I fluffed up my cockhair and then grabbed my cock and skinned it back, the enlarging cockhead emerging from folds of skin to look moist and interested. I dropped it against my belly and stretched, drawing in my stomach and pushing up my crotch. Greg didn’t miss a thing.

“You… uh… look like you’re… uh… horny,” he whispered with some hesitancy.

“I’m always horny,” I responded with a smile, “aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” he agreed, softly, and then added, “Always!” excitedly, his hand rubbing absently at his groin.

“Well,” I asked boldly, “what are we going to do about it? How much time do we have before the doc gets here?”

“Oh!” he replied with surprise, “I haven’t called him, yet.”

“You haven’t?” I asked with equal surprise. “What are you waiting for?”

“We have to talk about it first,” he answered.

“Why?”

“Well, there are two doctors I could call. One is a plastic surgeon who can repair the wound so well that you’d probably see no scarring, and the other is a general surgeon who’ll fix you up but leave distinct scarring. You’ll have to decide which one you want.” He smiled at me.

“Get the plastic surgeon,” I said without hesitation.

“Are you certain?” he asked, raising and lowering his eyebrows in a comical way as if knowing something I didn’t know.

“Why the hell not?” I asked, curious where this was leading.

“Jack, look at this wound.” He reached down and gently lifted the gauze covering the wound. I shifted, raising myself onto my right elbow, turning my left leg slightly, and looked. “The sole of the shoe has made a perfect impression,” he said excitedly. “See! Every cut is sharp. The tip of the shoe, here. The next two cleats, here and here. The third set.” Each section of the wound was close to one-half inch long and looked to have been cut by a short razor with a round shaft at each end. “It’s clearly the imprint of a sport’s shoe.”

“Well, of course it is,” I snapped, but I was fascinated.

“Jack,” he said rapidly, “this is better than a tattoo!” He eyes shone with enthusiasm. “Think of it. It’s even better than a dueling scar. Whenever you want to get to know someone real well you can tell ’em about being spiked and ask, ‘Want to see my scar?’ It’ll get ’em every time. You’ll have to lower your pants. They’ll see how muscular you are – this is a great looking thigh – and they’ll see your well-filled jockey shorts or jockstrap, and, well, believe me, Jack, you’ll have ’em tumbling into bed with you with little difficulty.” He grinned up at me, his face near mine bright with excitement. His avoidance of male or female pronouns did not escape me.

“Geez,” I whispered absently, “I never woulda thought of that…” I was able to picture the process quickly in my mind’s eye as he described it, imagining a procession of horny men falling into bed with me. “Alright,” I agreed, “let’s call the general surgeon.”

“Good boy,” he said, and patted my naked hip with a fond familiarity. “But first, we should do something about this.” He indicated what “this” was by staring at my crotch. I looked down at myself. My cock had grown to full erection as I had imagined future sexual exploits. It was standing strongly, vibrating with interest, and much too big for either of us to ignore.

I lay back down against the table, shifting my weight so that I was flat on my back, and asked, huskily, “What do you have in mind, Nurse?” I smiled at him.

“Yumm,” he signed, leaning his head against my hip, “you smell so good, I think you should first have a complete bath…” He smiled up at me. “…with my tongue!” he added.

“I just played eight innings of ball,” I protested, meekly, “I must stink.”

“You’re perfect, just like you are,” he avowed, “just like I like ’em…” His tongue slid onto my hip, near my waist, then slid onto my belly at a spot that tickled so strongly my muscles contracted and my cock vibrated in front of his eyes. “Yeah,” he sighed, “just like I like ’em.” I realized that, as a nurse, he knew exactly what contact with that spot would do to me. I relaxed. I was in good hands.

His hair brushed my pulsating cock as he slid his tongue down to my crotch, while he breathed heavily, inhaling the raunchy odors of my sweaty balls. “Ummm,” he hummed through thick lips as he kissed the flesh at the top of my thigh and pushed his nose against my scrotum, nudging a testicle. It moved erotically in its sac, stimulated by the contact. His nose pressed against cockhair as his tongue lapped its way into the crevice between thigh and scrotum.

I grabbed his shoulder with my left hand and kneaded the flesh through the material of his uniform, encouraging his continued progress. I put my right arm under my head so I could watch what was going on. I spread my legs apart to open myself to his electrically charged tongue, and saw a droplet of clear liquid form in the indentation at the tip of my throbbing cock. I yearned to grab hold and start beating my meat, but withheld my desire and allowed the pleasures to build. And build they did as he slid his flattened tongue against a ball. Then he sucked it gently, expertly, into his mouth. I moaned in delight. The droplet thickened, rolled slowly down the surface of the fat cockhead, and then dripped off, stringing a connective trail as it fell the few inches to my stomach, just above my navel and began pooling there. My other ball was sucked into his hot mouth as he released the first, his chin scratching erotically on my thigh.

Avoiding the gauze covered wound, he licked and sucked the flesh of my left leg down to the ankle and onto the foot. It was electrifying. My cock pulsated with pleasure as he lapped at my toes. He shifted to the other foot and then began his journey back up to my crotch, pausing at the knee to lift my leg and lick the tender backside of the joint. It felt fantastic. He lapped at my thigh, licked past my balls, and pushed into my cockhair, his temple and hair pushing against my stiffly throbbing cock. He kept licking and sucking my flesh as he slowly worked his way to my navel, taking care not to touch my cock with his tongue as his nose pushed it slightly to the side. I watched him slurp and tongue my navel, then plant a big kiss on it with thick lips. He then lapped up the pool of liquid nearby as if it were more sweat, and slid his face upward, onto my chest.

He nipped and tongued my right nipple, sending wave after wave of excitement down into my balls, and he sucked and massaged the entire, meaty, pectoral area of one breast and then leaned over to the other and duplicated his efforts and intensified my pleasure. He licked and sucked at my neck and then dove with a whimper into my exposed, right armpit. The hairy, moist pit must have really turned him on because his right hand was moving crazily all over my torso, caressing every spot it reached with the exception of my cock which he continued carefully to avoid. His other hand withdrew from my arm and I heard a zipper being opened.

Suddenly, he pulled himself off of me and stood straight up. His crotch was inches from my face, the zipper down, his left hand hidden inside the pants. “Oh, Man!” he exclaimed, “You taste so good! Your smells and flavors have really turned my on. I can’t help myself. I’m about to shoot a load in my pants.”

“Don’t waste it,” I said with a husky voice, then I licked my lips, lasciviously.

His eyes opened wide. “You mean,” he said with awestruck voice, “you would suck my…”

“Pull that dick out and shove it to me,” I interrupted. “I’ll show you how to handle a load.”

Immediately, and with a funny noise in his throat, he leaned in while pulling out his solid erection. It sprang out of the fly, looking red and moist in the bright lights, and was aimed at my mouth. I had to lean only slightly to make contact with the hot flesh. My tongue swirled around the mushroom-shaped, large cockhead, and I sucked the entire glans into my mouth. He stiffened and thrust the cock with a quick hump of his hips. I swallowed and tightened the suctioning grip of my mouth on his cockhead. He grunted and shot a tremendous wad of semen into me. It was hot and thick and tasty. I swallowed and received another tremendous jolt of cum. I swallowed and got a third, then a fourth. I swallowed and felt my mouth fill a final time with several lesser spurts of semen as he grunted and groaned, pumping his hips at me. He pulled back, and I got a better look at his cock as we disconnected. It looked longer than it had felt in my mouth and I wondered what it would be like to spend more time getting to know it better. This had been much too quick.

He wiped off his cock with a damp cloth and put it away as he moved down the table to my thigh. He leaned over, pushed both his hands upward along the sides of my chest as his head got closer and closer to my completely rigid erection. It throbbed under his nose, strained to skin-tight fullness. His mouth was an inch from the shaft. I watched, transfixed, as his tongue slowly eased out and closed the gap between us. The hot, moist pressure on my cockshaft almost made me come. He lifted his eyes to mine and said, “Man! What a cock!”

He kissed it at mid-shaft and sucked on it. Without releasing the pressure, he slowly slid his mouth up the shaft, into the V-shaped flanges of the cockhead and, finally, onto and over the entire glans. His suction was incredible. I felt his tongue swirling madly around the head. I pumped my hips upwards, getting more of my cock into his hot mouth. He cooperated by pressing downwards. The combination of efforts sent my cock to the back of his throat. I watched in fascination as more and more of my cock disappeared into his tight, hot, suctioning mouth. He was a great cocksucker. Skillful, practiced, enthusiastic and eager.

He was able to engulf my entire penis, right down to the balls. I could feel the rough contours of his throat. Immediately, he began riding my cock in a full, deep-throated, tip-to-base effort. I had never watched anyone suck me off in this position before. Just lie back like this, almost relaxed, and look down my naked chest and abs to watch. To see my saliva-shiny cock slide in and out of his tight, suctioning lips as his head bobbed slowly up the thick meat and then back down right to the full balls pressed up tight at the base. It looked so spectacular and gave me such enjoyment, I wanted it to last. But my balls had other ideas and I couldn’t help driving my hips up to meet his downward thrusts and suddenly I felt my whole being begin to shudder with the excited certainty that I was about to come. I let my partner know.

“You’re gonna get my load, man,” I whispered, huskily. He hummed onto my cock, acknowledging my warning. That erotic humming did it. Starting in my toes, and simultaneously in my scalp, a wave of pleasure fired through me into my crotch, rolled through my abdomen, tugged my balls, stiffened my cock and spat out a heavy jolt of cum into his suctioning mouth. That was followed by another jolt, and another, and another, and another. He took them all and sucked for more. Finally, I had to grab the hair on the top of his head with my left hand to indicate that he should stop sucking. My cock was still so rigid I’m sure he felt he could go for another load, immediately.

“Man, that was terrific!” he said enthusiastically. Then, while telling me how seldom he had ever had the opportunity for such a great sexual experience, and how much he enjoyed touching my body as he worked, he filled a pan with warm water and bathed me skillfully from head to toe, gently turning me onto my side to cleanse my back. He didn’t miss an inch of flesh. He rinsed and dried me completely and then dressed me in a hospital gown, open down the back. He called the surgeon and, while we waited, cleansed the wound for the second time. Finally, he washed and shaved my leg from crotch to ankle, telling me that the doctor may wish to put the leg in a cast to keep the muscles immobile as they healed.

It turned out that the surgeon, too, liked the idea of a noticeable scar. As he sewed me up, he told me the wounds weren’t really so deep as to cause me grave injury. He figured in two or three weeks I’d be playing again. Greg grinned at me at that point and raised and lowered his eyebrows, so I figured I’d be playing in something more like two or three hours. With him. I was right.

* * * * *

The next day, the bandages were removed to let air get at the wound. Two days later I was allowed to go back to my room at the dorm because I was healing so quickly. By the weekend, I felt ready to play ball again, and, as I hadn’t seen Greg since leaving the infirmary, I’d already been playing games my fist only partially gratified. On Saturday afternoon, a noise woke me from a nap. I had a giant, leaking erection poking out from under the elastic waistband of my jockeys, the only garment I was wearing. Before I could decide to do something about the erection, there was another knock on my door, and I realized that a knock had awakened me. I called out that the door was unlocked, and stayed in bed, quickly covering myself to mid-chest with a light sheet.

“May I come in?” a quiet voice asked from the doorway as the door pushed open. I wondered who it was, expecting it’d be Greg. I was surprised to see that it was Mike, the shortstop. His school was about one hundred miles away, so he had to have made a special trip just to see me. I was impressed. He was wearing a white, tight, short-sleeved shirt and tan, form hugging, jeans which accentuated a bulging crotch. He looked like an ad for his college – intelligent, athletic, well built and handsome.

“Yes, sure,” I said. “Com’on in. I can’t believe you’re here.” I smiled broadly. I was delighted to see him. He looked relieved as he entered, as though he had been expecting me to say “No” and to throw him out. I could smell his cologne as he came towards me. To this day, that smell turns me on and reminds me of him.

“Christ, I’m so sorry…” he started to say in a rush.

I grabbed his wrist as he neared the bed. “It’s Okay. It’s not as bad as you think. I’m all right. Really! Don’t worry.” I tried to calm him down. I smiled again at him, looking him in the eye.

“But…” He was looking quizzically into my eyes. Something in the look felt familiar. My heart skipped a beat and my balls started churning.

“Really,” I repeated, “I’m fine. I was just having a nap. In fact, your knock saved me from a wet dream.” I smiled again.

He smiled back, a devilish glint in his eye. “A… er… a wet dream?” he asked hesitantly. Then he chuckled with me. He flushed and looked excited.

“Yeah, guess I’m horny just lying around waiting to heal. But, tell me,” I added with a grin, knowing that Greg had been completely right and that this would be the perfect question, “want to see my scar?”