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  • The Garage Sale

                                                                            The Garage Sale

                                                                                     One

    Wesley Parsons met Brad Somers in a gay bar, on the night he received word that he had passed the bar exam. Wes was celebrating alone. He had no close friends. The only family he had was a sister, who lived half way around the world. She had met, and married, an Aussie while back-packing in Europe three years prior, and she was now living with him in Sydney.

    Wes was talking to the bartender, when he heard a sexy voice ask him if he could buy him a drink. He turned to see a very handsome, well-preserved gentleman, smiling at him. Brad was fifteen years older than Wes, but he worked out regularly and had a killer body. Fortunately, he had all his hair, which he dyed a beautiful chestnut color. Wes was to find that out later.

    Wes liked the handsome face, and the beautiful body that he saw. “Sure you can,” he answered the suave looking man. Brad ordered another drink for Wes, and one for himself. There were no more seats at the bar, so Brad asked Wes to join him outside on the bar’s patio. It was a rather nippy mid-autumn evening, and there were plenty of available tables out there.

    Their conversation started off innocently enough. Wes let Brad know that he had just passed the bar exam, and was celebrating tonight. Brad told Wes that he was happy to be a part of his celebration. “I’m glad I’m able to be here,” he said. “I’m a manufacturer’s rep, and spend more time on the road than at home.” He smiled at the happy young man. “I’ll be home for the next two weeks,” he informed Wes, with a wink.

    “Where’s home?” Wes asked hopefully.

    “I’m originally from out west. I’m used to wide open spaces. Living in Manhattan just didn’t feel right to me, so I own my own home, complete with lawn and garden, in Valley Stream, out on The Island.”

    “Wow, lucky you. I have a studio apartment a couple of blocks from here. I hope to own something of my own someday, when my career takes off, but I was thinking more like a condo in a high rise.”

    “That’s fine for most people, but I need to have a fix of the green stuff, and I’m not talking about money.”

    “I’ve heard about addiction, but I never met anyone who was addicted to grass and trees,” Wes laughed.

    Then Brad got right to it. “You’re really hot,” he told Wes. “I wouldn’t mind seeing that studio apartment of yours in the very near future.”

    “Would right now be too soon? I really do want to celebrate in style tonight. A day like today only happens to a guy once in a lifetime.”

    “And I told you I’d like to be part of your celebration. Why don’t we finish our drinks, and get better acquainted at your place?”

    Wes’s studio apartment was small, miniscule in fact, but it was affordable. It had a small kitchen area, a table and two chairs, a sleep sofa, and a lounge chair which faced a television set. The minute he showed Brad in, the two men fell into each other’s arms. Their kisses were immediate and passionate. Wes had to pull himself away to open the sleep sofa. While he did that, Brad stripped naked. Seconds later, they continued kissing in bed, but now they were fondling their hard cocks as well.

    As quickly as they undressed, they had time to check each other out, at least in their aroused states. They were both cut. Wes was about eight, fat inches. Brad fell short at about seven, slightly thinner, inches. They both decided that the other’s cock felt simply wonderful rolling around in their palms.

    Brad used Brut after shaving, and he couldn’t help notice that Wes did also. He recognized the scent. They both appreciated how good the other smelled.

    “Now,” Wes murmured, and they twisted into a sixty-nine position.

    Brad was intoxicated by Wes’s scented prick, and Wes could still smell Brad’s morning shower. He was convinced that Brad smelled better than any trick he had ever been with. Minutes later, he decided that Brad also tasted better than any of the others before him. They both felt orgasms coming on, and wanted to stop so they could fuck, but they were too far gone. They continued to suck each other’s cocks, and both emptied into the other’s mouth just seconds apart. It didn’t matter that they came faster than either of them would have liked. They had plenty of time to use their bodies for everything they could conceivably think to do. Less than a month later Wes moved into Brad’s home. They lived together for ten years in a happy, apparently monogamous relationship. Then one day when Brad was about to celebrate his fiftieth birthday, and Wes was thirty-five, Wes dropped a bombshell.

    “I’m leaving you,” he said. “I’ve met a new associate at work, and we’re moving in together in the city.” He said it so matter-of-factly, without any emotion, that Brad knew there was to be no arguing. His only comment was that in all the months he spent on the road, he had been completely faithful, and now he was sorry about that.

    Two months later, Brad could not tolerate living alone in this big house. He had lost any motivation to commute daily to the manufacturers he represented in New York City. In fact he had no desire to do anything, except to hang around the house feeling sorry for himself. He even let his hair go to its natural color. Finally he realized that it was time to get hold of himself, and plan for his future. He decided to sell the house, and move to the city. At least, there was some action there. He reckoned that at fifty, his life was far from over, and he should enjoy what was left.

                                                                                  Two

    Less than a mile away, a closeted gay man lived with his mother. Carl Green’s mother was slowly dying of brain cancer. Carl provided a nurse for her during the day, when he was at work, but he took care of her himself at other times. He never went out, and spent all his evenings and weekends caring for her.

    On the very day when Brad Somers decided to move to the city, May Green passed away. On the evening of the funeral, Carl also made a decision. He would sell the house, and buy a condo in Manhattan. He was forty-two, and he worked in New York City. He determined to come out, and pursue a life he had squelched for his mother’s sake. He believed that he was still young enough, and handsome enough, to hook up with someone in The Big Apple.

    Months before she died, and while she was still lucid, Carl’s mother had transferred the deed to the house to him. He put it on the market about a month after her death. At the same time he started to search Manhattan real estate for a condo or a co-op to buy. He had always lived in the house in Valley Stream, and could not fathom being a renter. He found a spacious, one bedroom condo apartment in an older high rise in Chelsea, and he bought it.

    The first thing he did was to try to figure out what furniture he could take with him to the new apartment. The furniture in his house was all older than he was. It didn’t take him long to conclude that he wanted to buy all new furniture to go with his all new apartment. In fact, he decided that the house would show better empty, than with the shabby old furniture in it.

    He bought all new furniture for the apartment in the city, and moved in. The only things he took with him, were some kitchen and bathroom stuff, and his personal belongings. He donated all the furniture in the old house to charity, and had the interior of the empty house painted white.

    When he was settled into his new apartment, he decided that all it needed now, to make it warm and cozy, were accessories and some wall-hangings. He decided to go shopping that weekend. He had lived in Valley Stream all his life and was familiar with all the retailers. He took Friday off, and in the morning, he drove back to Valley Stream to buy what he needed. Before going shopping, he checked out the house to make sure it looked good for potential buyers, and to assure himself that he had left nothing behind that he might want.

    On his way to one of the malls, he passed a house having a garage sale. He himself had no patience for anything like that, which is why he donated everything to charity. A sign on the lawn read “Moving Sale.” Carl hated flea markets, tag and garage sales, or anything like them. He never knew why he decided to stop and check it out, but he did, hoping to find some nice accessories at a good price. He got out of his car, and stepped into his destiny.

    He browsed among the various tables, and could not believe how many beautiful little knick-knacks he saw. He wondered why the owners of the house would want to part with them. The man of the house was talking to a customer, and placing a purchase in a plastic bag. Carl found himself staring at the man, and thinking how handsome he was. He was older than Carl, but not by much. His hair was thick, and silvery-white. When the owner concluded his sale, he walked over to Carl.

    “Hi,” he said. “Are you looking for anything in particular?”

    “Hi,” Carl returned the greeting. “I live a couple of blocks from here. I’m selling my house also, and I just moved into a condo in Manhattan. I need accessories and some art work to finish off my decorating.”

    “That’s a coincidence,” the owner said. “I’m moving to the city also, but I haven’t found a place yet. Where did you end up?”

    “In Chelsea. The building is a little long in the tooth, but they built it sturdily enough, and it’s in good shape.”

    “Chelsea is good. I was thinking of looking there too. It’s close to The Village without being right in it.”

    Carl wondered why the man thought it was important to mention Greenwich Village. Was he letting him know that he was gay?

    “Actually, it’s in the heart of everything,” Carl said.

    The owner held out his hand. “Let me introduce myself,” he said. “My name is Brad Somers. As soon as I find an apartment, I’m putting this house on the market and I’m out of here.”

    “Nice to meet you. I’m Carl Green,” Carl said shaking Brad’s hand. “How long have you lived here, Brad?” Carl asked.

    “Ever since I moved from Idaho, about twenty-five years ago.”

    “That’s a long time. Why move now after all these years?”

    Carl may have been in the closet, but Brad was out, and he didn’t care who knew it. “Because my partner of ten years walked out on me, and I don’t want to live here alone anymore,” he answered.

    “I’m leaving because I have lived here all my life, and it’s time to make changes and move on. I’ve been my mother’s caregiver for two long years, but she died recently.”

    “I’m sorry,” Brad said. “Hey, Carl, I was planning on starting my search for an apartment tomorrow. One of my neighbors is going to cover for me at this garage sale. Would it be an imposition to meet me in the city, and help me out some? I don’t even have a real estate agent yet”.

    “It would be a pleasure. I’ll give you my address and phone number. Why don’t you come over to my place, and I’ll make us breakfast.”

    “That sounds great. Thanks Carl.”

    “Now let’s see what you have that I can decorate my apartment with.”

    “I have plenty of accessories, but no art work,” Brad answered. “I intend to take my wall-hangings with me when I move.”

                                                                                     Three

    Brad arrived at 9 AM the next morning. By that time, the knick-knacks Carl had purchased from him the day before, were prominently displayed. When Carl opened the door, he held out his hand for Brad to shake, but Brad surprised him by giving him a manly hug. Carl may have been surprised, but it sure felt good. He wondered if he would have the nerve to tell Brad that he was gay and a virgin, and that he would really love to have sex with him.

    Carl vastly underestimated Brad, and his amazing gaydar. Brad knew that Carl was gay the minute he walked into his garage sale. He determined to seduce Carl that very day.

    “Something smells good,” Brad remarked.

    “Yes, that’s probably the bacon. I’m making us French toast with bacon. Do you want regular syrup or lite?”

    “Regular, please.”

    ‘Regular coffee or decaf?”

    “Regular again.”

    “I made an appointment for us with my real estate agent at 11 AM. Is that Ok with you?”

    “Very OK.” Brad noticed that Carl said ‘us.’ He intended to go house hunting with him, and somehow he was very pleased. It was a very good sign, for his seduction plans.

    It was over breakfast that Carl worked up his nerve. He confronted Brad point blank, “When you said your partner left you, I assumed your partner was a man. Please correct me if I was wrong.”

    “Nothing to correct. I’m gay. You’re gay also. Am I correct?”

    “I don’t know. I’m a forty-two year old virgin. If I am gay, I’ve been in the closet my whole life. When my mother died, I made up my mind to explore my sexuality, and find out for sure. Are you shocked?”

    “Yes, I’m more than shocked that you’re a virgin, but I knew you were gay from the moment we met.”

    “How?”

    “Gaydar, man, gaydar. Now for the important question. Would you like to do your sexual exploring with me?”

    Carl was speechless. All he could do was nod.

    “Good,” Brad smiled. “We’ll come back here after our appointment. I can’t wait to introduce you to paradise.”

    “I’ve waited this long. I suppose I can wait a little longer.”

    They met Larry Stahl at his office promptly at 11 AM. Carl introduced Brad to the realtor. Larry asked Brad if he had any idea what he was looking for, and Brad was very specific.

    “I prefer a condo to a co-op, but a co-op is not a deal breaker. I must have two bedrooms. I need to have a home office for my work, so I need the extra room. I could put a sleep sofa, either in the office or the living room, should I have a sleepover guest.” He wanted to say that would hardly ever happen, because his guest would probably sleep with him, but he sensed that Larry was straight, and he kept quiet.

    “Perfect,” Larry said. “I have several properties you can look at. One of them is in Carl’s building, if you have no objection.”

    “Absolutely not, but let’s save that one for last. If I like it, it’s the one I would most likely put an offer on.” He smiled at Carl, who actually blushed.

    That’s exactly what happened. Brad saw several beautiful apartments in Chelsea, but when he saw the one in Brad’s building, it was perfect in every way. It was a corner apartment on the top floor. It had spectacular views of the city from two directions, and had the two bedrooms Brad required. He asked Larry to put in an offer at $10,000 below the offering price, and, of course, he and the seller settled in the middle.

    When all the paper work was concluded, it was 5 PM. “Let me take you out for cocktails and dinner,” Brad said to Carl. “I owe you for all your help. I know the perfect place in The Village, not too far from here. It’s called Gene’s.”

    “I’ll accept gladly,” Carl said, “if you promise to educate me after dinner, as you promised. In fact, since tomorrow is Sunday, it would be great if you stayed over.” Brad gave Carl a broad, heart-warming smile.

    As anxious as they both were to explore each other’s bodies (Carl even more so than Brad), they didn’t rush dinner. They savored every mouthful of the gourmet dishes they ordered.

    Finally they entered Carl’s apartment for what was to be the most exciting night of their lives. Carl was finally going to experience the joys of the flesh, and Brad was going to instruct his novice to do all the things that turned him into a fucking sex machine.

    “Let’s undress and take a shower together,” Brad suggested as they entered the bedroom. Carl just nodded, and both men undressed quickly. Carl was mesmerized by Brad’s seven inch, cut member, and Brad was in awe of Carl’s uncut eight incher. They ran into the bathroom. Carl turned on the taps in the stall shower, and when both of them were satisfied with the temperature of the flowing water, they stepped in, hand in hand.

    Brad took the bar soap from the rack, and pulled Carl to him. He began to soap Carl’s chest, and moved ever so slowly down to soap his pubic area. Satisfied with that, he turned the novice around and grabbed his cock from behind. Brad had never felt a cock so hard. He began to soap it gently, and Carl’s body collapsed against his, as his balls began to harden and shrink.

    Brad stopped stroking, leaving Carl with a severe case of blue balls. He handed the soap to the weakened Carl. “Soap me up now,” he instructed. Carl repeated the process. He took a long time before he began to soap Brad’s cock. It was the first time he had ever held another man’s dick in his hands, and he was both nervous and excited. He began to moan and stroke simultaneously.

    Suddenly Brad turned around, and then he turned Carl. Now Brad’s cock was probing at Carl’s ass. Carl got scared, but Brad kept telling him to relax. Brad’s cock was steadily rubbing up and down Carl’s crack.

    “Please,” Carl begged, “let’s get into bed. I don’t think my legs will support me much longer.”

    They rinsed the soap off their bodies and left the shower. Brad dried Carl’s entire body, and Carl returned the favor. Carl headed for his bed, but Brad stopped him. He enveloped Carl in his strong arms and placed his lips gently on Carl’s. The neophyte had not thought about kissing another man, and he suddenly recoiled, but Brad was persistent. He pulled Carl back, and began to kiss him again. This time he parted his lips, and Carl took the cue.

    Seconds later Carl was a full participant in the passionate kisses the men were exchanging. “Now,” Brad whispered, “we can get into bed.”

    They continued kissing sensuously in bed. Their bodies were entwined, and each fondled the other’s cock. After a while Brad said, “Now I’m going to teach you how to suck a man’s cock.” Carl began to shake again.

    “Please relax,” Brad whispered. “I won’t let anything hurt you.” He bent over Carl, and took Carl’s balls in his hand. He rolled them gently around in his palm. Then he swiped his tongue over Carl’s crown and sopped up all the pre-cum gathered there. When he had eaten all the pre-cum, he ran his tongue up and down the underside of Carl’s throbbing dick. Then he sat up.

    “Did you notice that my tongue did all the work? When I take your cock in my mouth, my tongue will do all the work, but my lips will pump gently on the outside of your rod. I will try to cover my teeth with my lips, so that they don’t scratch you. Let me demonstrate.”

    With that he bent over and devoured Carl’s cock. Brad’s tongue bathed the rod all over, as his lips pumped sensuously on the outside. He kept rolling Carl’s balls in his palm, and was encouraged by Carl’s constant moaning. Suddenly the moaning turned to groaning. Brad knew that he couldn’t stop. This was it. With one great wail, Carl ejaculated into Brad’s eager mouth.

    It took Carl a few minutes to calm down. When he did, he said in wonderment, “You swallowed all of it.”

    “Yes, and when the time comes, you’ll swallow all of mine.”

    “Give me another couple of minutes.”

    “Sure. There’s no rush.” Brad closed his eyes, and settled back, waiting for Carl to be ready. Sooner than he would have expected, he felt Carl’s tongue running up and down his shaft, and then, with no hesitation, his cock was inside Carl’s mouth. He was proud of what he had taught Carl. There was no hint of teeth, as Carl’s tongue brought Brad to a screaming conclusion. Carl did indeed swallow all of it.

    “How does it feel not to be a virgin anymore?” Brad asked with a chuckle.

    “I’ll continue to feel like a virgin until you fuck me, and I fuck you,” Carl said in all sincerity.

    “Well, we’ll remedy that little snag later. Let’s try to take a little snooze now.” Once again he enveloped Carl in his strong arms. Carl felt as if Brad had woven a cocoon around him. He fell asleep and slept until dawn. He slept the whole time in Brad’s arms.

    In the morning, they rose and showered. Carl gave Brad a new toothbrush, and lent him fresh underwear, but he wore the slacks and shirt he had worn the day before. They went out for the best meal ever created…Sunday brunch in New York City. Then it was home to continue Carl’s education, and his initiation into the mysterious world of male to male sex.

    On the way home they stopped at a drug store and bought an ample supply of condoms and KY Jelly. As soon as they entered Carl’s apartment, they got naked and spent a half hour kissing passionately and fondling themselves.

    Finally Brad said, “Fuck me first, and then I’ll get you ready.”

    “That’s too easy,” Carl complained. “Fuck me first, so I can experience the pleasure I’ll be giving you.”

    Brad smiled. “There’s no arguing that kind of logic. OK. Lie down on your back, and put a pillow under your butt. Then raise your knees to your chest.” Carl obeyed instructions, but he grew apprehensive and closed his eyes. He opened them wide when he felt something cold bathing his asshole, and even invading it. Brad was spreading KY Jelly into his crack. Carl could see that Brad’s cock was sheathed, greased, and ready for action. Brad pulled Carl to the edge of the bed and lined his cock up with Carl’s gushy ass hole.

    Brad was amazed at how easily he slipped in all the way. “Are you sure you haven’t done this before?” he asked.

    “I swear this is the first time.”

    “Here goes then,” Brad warned Carl. He began to pump hard and steady. He figured that if he was too rough, Carl would let him know. But Carl was just moaning, and whispering how good he felt. Brad could only conclude that Carl was born to be a bottom, which was OK with him. He anticipated that this was only the first time between them. Brad felt his climax approaching.

    “I’m cumming,” he groaned. Out of pure instinct, Carl began to pump his ass muscles. That drove Brad crazy, and right over the top. He came with such force that the condom broke, and Carl could feel Brad’s jism coating his innards.

    “The condom broke,” he informed Carl.

    “I know. I could feel your stuff emptying inside of me, and I don’t give a damn. Just stay in me as long as possible.”

    “I’ll try,” Brad murmured, but nature dictated otherwise. He softened and fell out, but he stayed lying on top of Carl, and kissing him, for a very long time. When Carl began to cry, Brad got up.

    “What’s up, baby? Why are you crying?”

    “I’m crying because I’m so happy, and because I have wasted so many years denying myself such pleasure.”

    Brad wiped the tears from Carl’s eyes. “Fuck me now, Baby, and the basic lesson will be complete.”

    Before the year was up, both of their houses were sold, and Brad was living in Carl’s building. If this was a fairy tale, they would certainly commit to each other, and live happily ever after. But that was not in the cards for either of them.

    After his first sexual encounter with a man, Carl just had to sow his wild oats, and make up for all he had missed. He cruised every gay bar in Greenwich Village, and he had no trouble scoring regularly. Brad, on the other hand, wished to find a new partner and settle down. Unfortunately, he had fallen in love with Carl, and couldn’t get anything going with other men. Notwithstanding this set of complications, Brad and Carl remained good friends. They often went out to dinner and the theater together, but did not have sex again. Carl was too busy playing the field, and Brad was content to stay home and use his fist.

    Brad knew that Carl was like a eighteen year old boy, discovering sex for the first time. He prayed every day that when Carl was ready to pull back and settle down, it would be with him. There was no guarantee, of course, but he just had to be patient and trust in providence.


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  • Rob and Larry

    It had been eight days since Rob and Larry began to have sex together and for each of them they considered it just a way to get off, two guys experimenting. Neither thought it was anything serious but everyday they had sex every chance available to them. All the next day after they fucked the first time they lounged around their apartment one then the other initiating sex and they did it all over their apartment. Larry’s bed, of course was the first time, but they soon christened Rob’s bed, the sofa, Larry’s chair, and in the shower. They even used the dining table that morning before going to work, Larry pumping his cock in Rob so hard the table scooted across the floor.

    Their sex was raw, physical, especially the way Rob threw himself at Larry. Their cocks were raw by the time they went into the bar eight days later greeting their friends and saddling up to the bar ordering their usual beers.

    “Wanna play a game?” Bill asked, one of Larry’s old high school classmates.

    “Sure” Larry replied pushing away from the bar. Rob followed over to the side of the bar where two tables sat side by side. One was in play and Bill put his quarters into the slot of the other releasing the balls.

    There were several of their friends sitting on the high bar stools along the open side of the room from the tables, and a few people Rob and Larry didn’t know. Rob took a stool next to Karen where the two of them began to talk of the town’s gossip, the latest events and what the two of them had been up to since they last saw the other. Rob listened, looking at Karen then at the game being played. Karen and he had messed around many times before and she seemed interested in hooking up tonight but Rob suddenly realized he had no interest and kept the conversation steered clear of the subject.

    “Nice shot” Larry exclaimed at a banked shot by Bill and several watching the game nodded in agreement. Rob let his eyes move around the room looking at the guys suddenly asking which ones would and which wouldn’t, his imagination running away with him.

    When Bill was lining up a shot Larry came over and stood by Rob asking Karen what she had been up to the last couple of weeks. As she replied Larry let his leg brush up against Rob’s knee. Rob pushed back, gently, his movement barely noticeable.

    “Larry, your shot” Bill called out and Larry moved back to the table.

    Rob heard the laughter before he saw them, two guys and a girl coming into their area standing down on the opposite end from Rob and Karen.

    “Who’s that?” Rob asked Karen nodding his head toward the three of them.

    “The guy on the left is the new sheriff’s son. I think his name is Andrew and the girl you should know” Karen replied.

    “Is that Howard’s sister?”

    “Yep…little Michelle is all grown up.”

    “No shit. I bet her daddy would be down here in a minute if he knew she was in here.”

    “No doubt. As to the blonde headed guy, I have no idea, but I’d like to get to know him” Karen replied giving Rob a grin.

    “I bet you would” Rob said to her thinking to himself how he would like to get to know him too.

    Larry won the game and for the next three games and a couple of beers he beat a couple of the others before losing to the Jack. During the games Rob and he traded looks, knowing looks and when Rob motioned toward the new guy, the blonde with Andrew and Michelle. Larry would glance their way letting the image form in his mind of the fantasy of sex with the blonde guy.

    The guy was lean, the tank top he wore hung from his shoulders so loose it looked like he could slip out through the top easily and his jeans were skin tight accentuating his round ass and long legs. His blonde hair was cut short along the sides but was so long on top it hung over his forehead and down into this eyes where he had to comb it back constantly with his hand. Each time he ran a hand through his hair Rob or Larry would look at the way his fingers moved through it, the way his raised arm revealed the dirty blonde underarm hair and they way his arm would flex muscularly with his movement.

    Rob considered the guy off limits, just eye candy to look at but when he was staring one time too long the guy saw him looking and he smiled nodding his head ever so slightly.

    Rob looked away knowing he had just been caught staring. It was a long minute before he looked over to the guy again and he found him looking his way. This time Rob held eye contact and he got another nod of acknowledgement in return.

    Larry leaned over close to Rob’s ear. “You still giving that guy the eye?” he whispered just before taking a drink of his beer.

    “Yeah, and he’s giving it back” Rob replied and Larry leaned forwarded looking over to where Michelle, Andrew and the guy with blonde hair stood. Michelle and Andrew were deep in conversation and the blonde headed guy was standing off to the side and as Larry looked at them the blonde smiled back at him. Larry smiled and nodded his head then stood back up straight.

    “Let’s go out back” Larry said to Rob referring to the small patio space that ran along the rear of the building. It was a narrow fenced area with a bench along the fence and a few chairs scattered around a couple of tables. Christmas lights strung from the top of the tall fence back to the building provided the only light. Rob followed Larry out the door, nodding and speaking to those they knew until they were at the far end sitting on the bench. Larry leaned back and let his long legs lay out in front of him. Rob sat next to him keeping an upright posture leaning forward on his hands that rested on the front edge of the bench.

    “You didn’t want to stare at pretty boy any longer?” Rob asked jokingly.

    “No, I wanted to get him alone” Larry responded nodding toward the door.

    Rob looked up and saw the blonde walking toward them, slowly, acting like he was just strolling around the patio but when he got about fifteen feet away he looked at Rob then Larry and smiled. He closed the distance between them and stood in front of Rob.

    “I’m Steven” he said as he combed his right hand through the long hair on top pushing it out of his face.

    “I’m Larry and this is Rob.”

    “Hey” Rob added nodding his head suddenly feeling nervous.

    “Larry…Rob, ya know everyone in here is like someone I know, those back home who drink too much, beat their wives or girlfriends…” Steven laughs sarcastically, “or both and go to church when their mamas ask ’em to.” He takes a drink and looks around the room then back at Larry and Rob grinning. “But you two mother fuckers…” and he leans in toward them lowering his voice, “I know the best” and he winks at Rob making him turn away with his face turning red.

    Larry busts out laughing and pulls his legs up and leans forward.

    “I don’t think you really know us…but I’d bet you’d like to” and he leans back taking a drink of his beer. “Wouldn’t ya?”

    “I knew you were the right kind of trouble” Steven said and he moved to sit next to Rob opposite Larry. He put his arm around Rob’s shoulder giving him a hug like old buddies and leans over Rob’s shoulders looking at Larry. “You guys want to party?”

    ***

    Steven let his eyes scan around the room looking at the sofa with the sheet poorly tucked around the seat cushions, over to the recliner with the duct tape on some seams trying to hold them together, the old dining table with the computer sitting on it. He wiped the sweat from his brow as he looked at the fan in the window pulling in the hot night air.

    “Shit…this feels like home” Steven joked as he took a drink from the beer Rob had tossed him.

    “Where you from?” Rob asked suddenly relaxed now that he was in the apartment.

    “Where am I from? Oh one of them there trailer parks down on the Pine Barren Creek over in Munford County. A real…” Steven began laughing, “shit hole you might say.”

    Steven wiped his brow again as Larry pulled his t-shirt off tossing it on the table. Rob sat on the sofa anxious, wondering how this was to start and hoping he knew how it’d play out. Steven stared at Larry, let his eyes roam up and down the tall lanky body. Then he finished the beer, crushing the can between his hands and tossing it into the box nearly overflowing with trash.

    “So who’s bed do we fuck in” Steven asked as he began to lift the bottom of the tank top upward.

    Larry led them into his room where the unmade bed sat in the middle of one wall nearly filling the entire room. A chest of drawers sat on one side with one drawer not closed all the way. Rob came in last and watched Steven drop his shirt to the floor as Larry began to undo his jeans.

    Rob just stood at the door looking at Steven reveal more of himself as he pushed his jeans down. His lean body had an hour glass shape, broad shouldered with a narrow waist. He wasn’t skinny but so lean there was no muscular definition to his upper body. He looked like a teenage boy instead of someone twenty-one and old enough to drink. The skin of his smooth chest and stomach shined wet from its perspiration in the heat of the apartment.

    “Come on, get naked” Steven said to Rob as he stood up showing how the skimpy yellow briefs fit snug around his body revealing his round ass and bulge of cock. He didn’t hesitate, didn’t make a show of it, just took the waistband of his briefs and pushed them down till they fell to his ankles and he kicked them off over to one wall.

    “Let’s fuck” Steven said as he moved to the bed. “Come on Rob, I want your cock first” he added.

    Rob had his shirt off and was undoing his jeans. Larry came over and moved to his knees helping to take down the jeans and his boxers. Larry leaned forward as he worked the boxers down and took Rob’s cock in his mouth.

    “Yeah…suck his cock. Get it wet for me” Steven urged as he toyed with his own.

    Rob’s cock was quickly erect bobbing up and down in front of him wet with Larry’s spit. Larry looked up at him as he tongued the head and stroked the shaft.

    “Fuck that boy’s ass” Larry whispered as he let go and stood up.

    Steven lay back on the bed as Rob moved down between his legs, lifting them to his shoulders. Rob moved into position and pressed the head of his cock to Steven’s ass, rubbed it up and down leaving a slick trial in its path.

    “Come on…don’t play with it, shove that cock in and fuck ME” Steven demanded and Rob looked up at him for the briefest of moments seeing the seriousness in his face. Rob took him by the waist and shoved his cock into him, all the way feeling the tight ring of Steven’s ass stretch open. Steven’s body quivered as he lay back and cried out with the pain of entry but when he looked back up his face showed a desire, a determination that Rob had never seen before.

    “Fuck me” Steven whispered and Rob began to fuck, to pump his hips back and forth driving his cock all the way back in with a rhythm that grew faster and faster. Soon the bed rocked underneath them as Rob drove his cock into Steven till their bodies smacked together, over and over and over.

    Larry watched stroking his cock faster and faster, keeping in rhythm with Rob until he couldn’t stand it any longer and he moved behind Rob. When he took Rob by the neck and pushed Rob slowed to a stop and let Larry push him over Steven whom he folded in half beneath him.

    “Yeah…put it in his ass…fuck him while he fucks me” Steven urged Larry as he hugged Rob tightly, keeping him in place as Larry moved into place.

    Rob laid still, his cock buried in Steven’s hole as he felt Larry pushing against his hole then the penetration and he bit down on Steven’s shoulder as Larry pushed into him, inch by inch till he felt their bodies come together. Larry pumped his cock in Rob’s hole a few times then pulled back giving Rob the room to move, the space to fuck, to drive his cock into Steven then his ass back sinking it on his cock.

    Their rhythm was out of sync for a few minutes but suddenly they fell in with each other. Larry shoving inward sinking all the way into Rob who was pushing into Steven, then they would pull outward and do it again, and again, and again till their pace was a steady fuck. The bed squeaked and rocked roughly banging against the wall. Steven was noisily crying out and begging Rob to fuck him harder. Rob couldn’t take the stimulation, the way it felt sinking his cock into Steven’s tight ass and at the same time Larry’s thick cock boring into his own. He began to rock roughly between them, slamming his hips forward and jerking upward. He labored for breath and felt the strain of muscle throughout his body, the way every inch of his skin felt stretched tight till it quivered with his exertion. Over and over, steady with the primitive urge to fuck Rob drove himself undulating roughly between Steven and Larry until his cock swelled thicker and every push inward stroked the ever increasingly sensitive head. He buried his face into Steven’s neck and cried out as he pumped cum into him, each thrust inward ejaculating wad after wad till he felt his cock slide through it slickly. And he kept fucking till cum pumped out and he was finally exhausted. He eased down on top of Steven with Larry still at his hole, still pumping his hole furiously with his cock.

    Larry pulled from Rob’s ass and slapped it with his hand.

    “Roll off the whore; I’m going to fuck his ass now.”

    Rob rolled over and lay next to Steven, his eyes scanning the smooth face. He saw the few whiskers coming in on his chin so blonde as to be invisible, the angular form of his nose, the full lips and how his front teeth were gapped ever so slightly. And he saw the emerald greens eyes through the blonde hair hanging over his face look at him amused then grow wide as Larry sank his thick cock into him. Larry moved over Steven holding himself up on his hands as he piston his cock into Steven’s slick wet hole. He thrust with an urgency sinking inward all the way each time with all his strength.

    “Ooohhh….uh…uh…” Steven grunted as Larry fucked.

    “You like it rough…don’t ya?” Larry asked with amusement. He put one hand on the side of Steven’s head and held him down as he fucked with a fast hard pace. Steven was breathing hard, his stomach rising and falling rapidly as Larry hammered his hole.

    Rob watched, his eyes studying ever move, each touch and the way Larry’s cock would emerge wet, glistening in the dim light, then plunge back into Steven’s hole. He reached out and ran his fingers down Steven’s arm, his fingertips barely touching the skin and when he got to Steven’s hand he laced his fingers with Steve’s and pulled his arm up and over his head pinning it to the mattress.

    “Fuck him…fuck him harder…come on Larry, fuck his ass” Rob urged Larry on, his voice rising with intensity, pleading, begging and Larry fucked with short hard jabs, jack rabbit fast till the bed bounced beneath them and Steven was moaning and grunting louder.

    Larry rose up and lifted Steve’s legs to his chest and resumed the pace of his fuck. Steven’s cock rocked back and forth so hard and wet it left a slick trail across his stomach. Rob moved to it slipping his head over Steve’s stomach. He licked the wet head then sucked it in his mouth letting the force of Larry’s fuck work it in his mouth. Rob only had to hold his mouth still and Steve’s cock pumped inward and out slickly sliding over his tongue. Steve began to try to pump his hips, to move with Larry’s fuck and Rob felt the quiver of his torso beneath his cheek, felt the way he heave for breath and he knew Steven was close as he tightened his lips around the cock pumping inside his mouth.

    Steven bellowed loudly and his body shook violently. His hand came down on Rob’s head pushing him to take more of his cock, to take all of it and suddenly Rob’s mouth filled with cum. Steven jerked with each ejaculation as he filled Rob’s mouth till cum blew out around his cock.

    “Fuck” Larry exclaimed as he felt Larry cum, felt the way he jerked and spasm beneath him and he drove into him hard sinking his cock all the way into his hole. He came hard. Pumping his hips with every ejaculation Larry exhausted himself as he pumped himself to the point of being spent.

    ***

    The hot morning sun filtered through the blinds casting lines of light over the walls and ceiling. Lying across Larry’s bed was Rob, Steven and Larry, their limbs tangled together even though every touch made their skin sweat. The warm humid nights were no relief from the heat. The sheet was twisted and tangled around their legs leaving the rest of them exposed.

    Larry and Rob stirred together, lips touching without even opening their eyes. Their hands explored the other’s body, caressed and felt the warm skin of the other, the form of their body. They felt each other nipples, the way they got hard with so little manipulation and let their hands move down over slowly undulating stomachs till they felt the other’s cock. They were already hard and they lay there touching, stroking, rubbing a thumb over the heads till both were leaking. Steven moved first, pushing Rob onto his back and within minutes he was on top taking Rob’s cock in his hole easing down on it.

    Steven sat up and began to ride Rob, to move up and down letting Rob fill his hole. Larry felt their movements, the way the bed rocked and shook and he knew what they were doing. He moved next to Rob kissing him as he stroked Steven’s thigh and ass feeling the flex of muscle as Steven rode Rob’s cock.

    “Hold him still a minute” Larry whispered in Rob’s ear.

    Rob reached up and pulled Steven down hugging their bodies together with his cock still buried in his hole. Larry moved down behind Steven stroking his cock to greater hardness.

    “Hold his ass still…I’m going to slide in next to ya” Larry said, his tone sounding amused but he moved with determination. Steven jerked in Rob’s arms looking at Rob with surprise then slowly, his expression softening, he smiled.

    Larry nudged his thick cock next to the base of Rob’s where it protruded from Steven’s hole. He pressed against the tightness, bore down with his weight and when Steven pushed back just a little Larry felt his cock begin to penetrate, to stretch Steven open. His cock squeezed through the tight ring of Steven’s hole and moved along Rob’s cock till he was half way in.

    Rob let Steven lift himself up and felt him begin to move his ass on their cocks, slowly rocking his hips back and forth. The movement stimulated Larry and drove him to begin to fuck, to work his hips back and forth. He struggled at first to pump his cock inside of Steven with the ring of his hole squeezed so tightly around their cocks. But as he forced his cock inward and out, pushed in further and further till he felt Steven’s hole loosen up. Very quickly he could fuck with full thrusts, his hips pumping back and forth. Rob pumped his hips as best he could pinned beneath the weight of Steven.

    They fucked in rhythm, hotly undulating against the other until their bodies were wet and slick.

    “Goddamn” Larry yelled out as the feel of such a tight fuck brought him to release quickly and he drove inward hard ejaculating deep within Steven’s hole. He thrust with short jabs with each ejaculation and Rob felt it, the hard thrusting against his cock and he shoved inward as hard as he could pumping his cum into Steven mixing it with Larry’s.

    When they finally untangled and Larry and Rob lay on their backs still breathing hard Steven sat up between them and began to stroke his cock bringing it up to full erection. He looked at Rob then over at Larry.

    “I want to fuck you” Steven said to Larry and he saw the anxiousness, the fear of being penetrated on Larry’s face. Rob sat up knowing Larry would say no and he was ready to give Steven what he wanted. Larry looked from Steven to Rob and back to Steven.

    “Okay…but you go in easy” Larry replied softly to the surprise of Rob.

    Larry got on his hands and knees with his head held down looking down his own body, his wet skin, his dangling wet slimy cock and Steven’s legs moving up to his ass. He felt the push of cock at his hole, the insistent pressure as Steven slowly stretched him open and eased inch after inch into him.

    Steven was so aroused, so worked up from their sexual play he started to fuck quickly, pumping his hips back and forth driving his cock into Larry’s hole. He put one hand on Larry’s back and rubbed it upward along the curve of his spine.

    “Let him suck you” Steven said to Rob.

    Rob got up on his knees and shifted over in front of Larry. Steven pushed on Larry’s neck and Larry was taking Rob’s cock, deeply the first time till his nose pressed into Rob’s abdomen and when Steven began to fuck, to rock Larry back and forth with his exertions Larry let the motion pump his mouth along Rob’s cock.

    Larry relaxed to the feel of cocks pushing into his body, one deeply into his hole and the other, Rob’s familiar cock, into his mouth and he tasted the mixture of Rob’s and his cum along the shaft the first few times it moved over his tongue. Rob got hard and was soon rocking his hips with the rhythm of Steven’s fuck, the gentle rocking back and forth that increased in pace, faster and faster, until Steven was smacking up against Larry’s ass as he drilled his cock as deeply as he could with each push inward.

    A few short minutes and Steven filled Larry’s ass, pumped every drop he had into his hole as Larry sucked out one more load from Rob’s cock. Spent, exhausted, their bodies glistening with sweat they fell across the bed fingers roaming through hair, touching skin, tracing the lines of lips, jaws, ears till they slowly succumb to their exhaustion and drifted off to sleep.

    Larry woke and sat up on his elbows looking across the bed at Rob sound asleep. He looked at his friend, someone more important to him than he could currently admit and he watched how he was breathing, slowly with the rhythm of someone deep asleep. Larry let his eyes scan the room and through the open door the living room beyond and he saw no sign of Steven. Steven was gone, no sign of him in the bedroom. Larry at first felt slighted for Steven not to have said goodbye at least but then he considered what they had done and he smiled as he lay back down. He looked over at Rob and ran a finger along the edge of his short hair feeling the way it tickled the end of his finger. He still felt tired so he relaxed letting himself fall back asleep.


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  • Wake up Sunshine

    –The guy next door–

    “Wake up Sunshine… Wakeupwakeup waaakke uuuuuuup!” I pull myself out of a restful sleep staring right into two happy green eyes. I grunt rolling away from them.

    “Oh come man! It’s a freaking beautiful day outside, get uuuup!!!” The voice wines in my ear. I pull my duvet over my head to drown out the incessant noise.

    A body straddle me on top of the duvet. It’s jumping up and down shaking the bed. “LA-LA-LALA-LA!”  This goes on until I can’t possibly ignore it anymore and I throw the duvet off me.

    “FINE! – I’m up! I’m up.” I yell exasperated. Green Eyes smiles happily and quickly slips of my bed taking a seat in his habitual chair over at the desk. He waits patiently while I retreat to the bathroom to wash and dress. I sigh realizing it’s Monday and I have classes, which means I get to wear a uniform today. I don’t like the uniform but at least I don’t have to agonize about what to wear. Though Green Eyes mostly helps me with that anyway.

    I guess as uniforms go mine isn’t too bad. Light grey slacks, white shirt, burgundy sweater.  Green Eyes had been incensed at the burgundy sweater; he disliked the colour with venom. I’d been surprised my college even had a uniform at all as it’s not standard practice. But it’s a good school and I’m lucky to even attend so the uniform is but a minor inconvenience. Other than that there are no restrictions on hairstyles or jewelry or the like. So even though students couldn’t express themselves through dress they did so in just about any other way. Not me though.

    I’m normal, very normal, simple haircut, average build and simple features. Nothing about me stands out but I can’t say it’s ever bothered me. It just never has. Not even Green Eyes ever comments on it. Though he seems to have an opinion on just about everything else.

    Downstairs I find my aunt in the kitchen.

    “Morning Prince.” She smiles cutting a sandwich. Don’t fret that’s not my name; she just likes to call me that.

    “Morning aunty.” She likes aunty, don’t ask me why but I’ve learned to roll with it. Green Eyes skips into the kitchen behind me humming happily, he does that all the time. The melody  often varies but lately he’s preferred one has been Sant-Saëns Danse Macabre. I have to say it is one of my personal favourites too but maybe a little energetic in the early hours of the morning.

    Aunt Milly and I discuss our day over breakfast. She’ll be out on a date tonight so I’ll be home alone. Alone with Green Eyes. I’m always alone with Green Eyes.

    I take the bus to class. I’m extremely fortunate in having a very efficient bus connection from my house to campus. He takes the seat in front of me which is always… always unoccupied and chats eagerly while I pretend to read a book and can’t help but smile at his stories. He’s been in my life for about… seven years now, never repeats a story twice. It amazes me how he keeps finding new material to amuse me with. Where does he get it from?

    At school classes are interesting, though how fascinating they may be it doesn’t prevent me from dozing off in my seat. Green Eyes pokes me in the back every time I threaten to drop off. He keep me focused I can tell you that.

    Lunch at the free flow cafeteria. Green Eyes is telling me all about lactose intolerance. How we humans are all actually lactose intolerant and the fact we can drink cow milk at all these days is because of a gene mutation. Which just makes us a little less lactose intolerant than before. An evolutionary leap as you will, originating from the Nordic counties that spread alone with blond hair and blue eyes all over Europe and beyond.

    He stops talking when I’m joined by Ennis a buddy of mine.

    “Aidan good to see you!” Ennis starts chatting a mile a minute like he usually does. He’s really nice and we talk often but he isn’t really a close friend. Ennis is a social butterfly, as you would say. He knows a large amount of people and always seems to be smiling and laughing but I’ve often wondered if he’s close with anyone at all? If he had a special mate or a best friend? It doesn’t look like it but then again like I said, we’re not that close.

    He asks me if I’d go drinking with him tonight. There a band playing at a local den he likes to frequent. Green Eyes encourages me to go and  I accept it would do me good to get out of the house and tonight seems like a good opportunity.

    Two more classes to go and I’m done for the day, during a brief break between the two I stroll through the greens taking in some fresh air. Classrooms can get so stuffy don’t you think? Green Eyes is picking flowers; he knows the Latin name of every single one of them. Bellis Perennis, Taraxacum, Ranunculus… I swear he’s a talking dictionary.

    “Aidan!” A girl with stringy auburn hair come up to me.

    “Hey Moira.” She’s happy to see me and I know she gives me seductive looks every chance she gets. Moira’s nice enough and has a good personality but you know… she’s female. I’ve tried to explain it to her but she doesn’t seem to want hear it. Luckily I’m not her only interest she mostly has her eye on a few at a time. I just seem to be a recurring fascination.

    “In between classes?” She asks. I nod and we chat a bit while walking back. Green Eyes tags along humming again; he’s the walking soundtrack to my life… in stereo.

    Last class of the day was an exhausting one. We had a debate on last weeks subject and I really got into it. Green Eyes gave me some good pointers to work with and I have to say I enjoyed it. After class the group talks a while, jokes and laughs for a bit before dispersing. I’m walking to my bus stop happy. Today was a good day.

    “Looking forward to tonight?” Green Eyes asks walking along beside me.

    “Yes I am actually.” I reply.

    “Who are you talking to?” A voice behind me asks.

    I freeze. I turn and Becca’s behind me; I’ve noticed she eyes me oddly sometimes. Like she’s searching for something.

    “Just talking to myself.” I smile.

    “It didn’t sound like it.” She quips more curious than anything else. I just shrug and we proceed to the bus stop together.

    I bet you’ve noticed by now that no one sees Green Eyes.

    No one but me.

    The day after my 14th birthday… that’s the day he first appeared. Waking up with a stranger sitting in my room had freaked the living shits out of me. I screamed the whole house down. For a very long time after that I thought I was crazy. Hallucinating… delusional… I was always ever the only one who saw him, heard him, felt his touch… heck I even smelled him!

    I was  afraid to be labeled as crazy, but I had to seek help… one doctor though it might be a coping mechanism. Having lost my parents suddenly the year before. Or an imaginary friend to help me come to terms with being gay. Another doctor thought I might be schizophrenic. But that diagnoses didn’t seem to fit, I never displayed any of the other symptoms.

    You see it wasn’t bad having Green Eyes around. It wasn’t bad at all. Having no one else see him was about the only bad thing about him.

    I wasn’t depressed, I wasn’t moody and I slept very well at night. I never closed myself off from people and never had trouble forming friendships. I’m a happy person really; I just seem to have an imaginary friend. So I kind of gave up.

    Green Eyes was always there for me. He talked me through hard times, he listens when I rant, he encourages me to do new things, see new places and meet new people. Go on dates… with boys…

    What I never understood though were his stories. These are things I’ve never read about before, never had classes about or even actually new of their existence. But he’s taught me a hell of a lot. So if he’s a figment of my imagination how can that be?

    He also ages along with me; he looked 14 when he first appeared now he looks 21 just like I do. We had pimple scares together.

    A few years ago I got this idea he might be a coma patient. You know you read about these things in fiction literature and the idea kind of got stuck. The thing about Green Eyes is he doesn’t know his own name, he doesn’t know anything about himself. He possesses so much knowledge yet has a hole where his past should be. Then again if he’s imagined he wouldn’t have a past now would he? I never gave Greens Eyes a real name… like Steven or something. Maybe that would make him a little too real and I’d really be crazy.

    I had a sketch artist to draw me a likeness of him. She nailed him pretty good. Now compared to me Green Eyes is quite good looking. Which is probably the reason why I never particularly minded having him around so much. At least not after a while… after I got used to him. Green eyed, pale slim build, brownish-blondish-reddish hair… I never can quite pinpoint it. This guy isn’t by any means a muscle stud but neither is he brittle boned. He’s dressed very similar to me but has a better sense of colour coordination than I do, go figure.

    I roamed any hospital I could find, every coma ward there was. Sent the sketch around the country. Not a single match. His regional accent is just like mine so I discounted the possibility of searching in different countries. But then again if he was a figment of my imagination it’d stand to reason we’d have the same accent wouldn’t it?

    I learned a lot during those investigative months, a lot about myself and Green Eyes was always there… cheering me on. Always there. Even in my dreams…

    Not a coma patient then.

    After that my mind really started reaching  and my imagination ran wild. Like maybe Green Eyes died and his spirit latched on to me… Maybe it’s one of my ancestor come to guide me. Maybe he was an angel… Though I doubted that… He could be a cheeky little bastard sometimes.

    Again I gave up or maybe just paused the search. Green Eyes wasn’t a disruption to my life. He added colour and joy to it. If he hadn’t been a ghost, a spirit, invisible to anyone else or a figment of my imagination I’d have serious trouble not to fall in love with him, he’s my best friend after all…

    The band that night was great and I had a good time. Green Eyes likes to dance and he’s really good too. Taught me ball dancing when I was sixteen. I can twirl around the floor like the best of them now.

    This is my life really.

    Green Eyes and I… as thick as thieves… always together…

    That is how my life is like until one day my alarm clock wakes me up. Which is unusual… not unheard of just unusual. There is no one next to me on the bed when I open my eyes. I’m alone in the room. Again not unheard of just unusual…

    I go through my day just like it’s any other day. Discuss my plans with Aunt Milly in the kitchen, another date tonight. She much really like this guy.  I catch my bus and read my book. Probably a first cause I’ve always used it as a prop. He’s not sitting in front of me as usual… its been a few hours now since I woke and he’s nowhere to be found.

    Ok that is kind of unusual and quiet.

    I actually doze off in class today and get an embarrassing reprimand. I feel unsettled… Where’s Green Eyes? He’s always around… I mean Always. I don’t see him for the rest of the day; I don’t hear his voice or his humming or his laugh. I have trouble falling asleep that night. He normally sings me to sleep.

    The next day I wake up and again I’m alone. Just as the next and the next… and the next…

    “Hey Aiden.”  Becca’s voice brings me out of my daze. She sits across of me at my table lunch in hand. “Are you alright? You look like you’ve just lost your best friend or something.”

    “Yeah, I’m fine.” I mumble and we eat our lunch in silence.

    She lowers her voice concerned. “You don’t look fine Aidan. I know we’re not best of friends or anything. But you can always talk to me you know.”

    I just nod and resume picking at my lunch until it’s time for my next class

    She’s right I’m not fine.
    I’m in mourning.
    I miss him. I miss him something awful.
    It’s been weeks. I feel like I’ve lost a part of myself.
    If he’s a figment of my imagination he inherently is a part of me, so I can’t lose him right? I couldn’t have lost him, cause he’d be me.

    How can I tell Becca I’m grieving the sudden loss of my imaginary friend? That it’s cut me as deep as if he was a living breathing person. I can’t. She’d think I’m crazy…

    I still miss him though.
    I miss him so much.

    –Grove’s Psychiatric Hospital–

    “I understand you haven’t seen the boy in some time now?”

    “Yes Doctor.”

    “Seems the new medication is working.”

    “Yes Doctor.”

    “If this change keeps up you might be able to go home soon.”

    “…”

    “Wouldn’t you like to go home soon?”

    “I suppose so.”

    “Yes well. You can go now Rowan it’s almost lunchtime and try and eat will you? Even if just a little.”

    “Yes Dr. Butowski.” Rowan lifted himself from the chair and made his way to door.

    “Oh.. One more thing Rowan.” Rowan’s hand rested on the doorknob. “Do you miss it? I understand you’ve had this psychosis for a long time. It will be an adjustment to normal life.”

    Rowan turned his green eyes zeroing in on the fat man behind the desk. He didn’t answer. He just turned the doorknob and left the stuffy office.

    –The guy next door–

    Tonight aunt Milly’s date comes home for dinner. Dinner at home to meet the family. I’m the family. He’s coming to meet me.

    The doorbell rings and I go to answer it. Best to get this over with, summon my ‘You want to date my aunty do you?’ – ‘Where are your credentials hm? Do you have a job? Does it pay well?’ act. I can’t say I don’t get a kick out of that.

    The guy at the door shakes my hand firmly and searches for Milly instantly. Yeah she’ll be all right…

    “So you’re an orderly?” I ask during dinner. Best he gets a taste of her cooking now before he starts to thinks she can actually cook.

    “Yeah, I work at a psychiatric hospital not too far from here.”

    “There’s a loony bin near here?” Aunt Milly asks.

    “Aunty!” I snap. She knows I hate that description, I spend a few months in one myself shortly after Green Eyes first appeared. Their pills never did anything but I suffered from their side effects all the same. Green Eyes never left, he actually helped me cope being in that god-awful place. He was kind and compassionate, talked to me like I was a human being.  So after a while I persuaded everyone I was fine. Green Eyes had disappeared. I could go home and I never made a ruckus about it again.

    There was only aunt Milly left anyway. She cares for me but never asked about it although kept an eye out for abnormalities, hence the props.

    “It’s a nice facility really. Once the patients get their right medication their easy to handle.”

    … easy to handle… patients…

    I bet this is normal talk for him but it’s kind of unsettling to me.

    “It’s the families I feel sorry for.” He says finishing his salad. “Most of them stop visiting after a while. Too distressed they can’t really help them.”

    “Isn’t that lonely for the… patients?” Aunt Milly asks frowning, she was there for me every weekend, she visited me every chance she got and aloud by the doctors.

    “Yes. There is this one guy who hasn’t had a visitor in over three years poor kid. But his medication is finally working, so that’s a plus.”

    “So he’s getting better now?” Aunt Milly asks interested.

    “He stopped hallucinating but he seems lost now. It happens sometimes patients live with a condition for so long they don’t know what to do once things get better.”

    “Sometimes what you know isn’t as scary as the unknown huh?” I muse picking at my own salad. I’m not a salad kind of guy.

    “What else can you tell us?” Aunt Milly asks.

    “I’m not actually aloud to discus this…” 

    Then why are you?

    He hesitates but he’s enjoying Milly’s interest too. “He called him ‘Sunshine’. It’s the same delusion he’s suffered since he was 14. No medication ever seemed to help. His family admitted him shortly after.”

    My hands start to tremble and I hide them in my lap.

    “That must be horrible.” Aunt Milly frowns.

    “They’d sent him back every time he went home, claimed he was still broken and we needed to fix him.”

    At first I had volunteered to go. I can’t imagine being forced to. Let alone being sent back again and again.

    “They used those words?” I clear my throat to not croak out the words.

    “Yes I read the file. He’s a good kid actually it just a shame he…”

    … grew up in a psychiatric hospital…

    “You said his stopped hallucinating, when did it stop?” I ask by this time having competently forgotten my food.

    “About a month ago now?”

    … “Harry?”

    –Grove’s Psychiatric Hospital–

    “Good morning Rowan.”

    “Morning Harry.” Rowan doesn’t look up from his sketchpad; Harry doesn’t take it to heart. He’s worked here for a long time now.

    “What you got there? A letter?” Harry picks up the discarded piece of paper  beside Rowan before sitting next to him on the bench.

    “Yeah from my parents.”

    “They excited you going home?” Harry smiles but Rowan doesn’t.

    “Honestly?” The sketching stops.

    “Of course.”

    He plays with the pencil while answering. “They don’t want me back.”

    “What? You’re doing so well! Dr. Butowski is giving you a glowing report.”

    “But I’m still gay.” Rowan replies and resumes his work. They send him back every single time; he still liked boys… which meant he’s still delusional. They were fundamentalists… fundamentality against delusions.

    Harry sits by him for a while. Keeping an eye on other patients strolling through the green.

    “Rowan can I ask you something personal, something I shouldn’t really be asking you?”

    Then why are you?

    “Who’s gonna stop you?” Rowan smiles a rare smile.

    “Sunshine, was he awful to you?”

    “What? No!” Rowan exclaims looking mollified. “He was great! My best friend… He taught me how to play the piano you know.”

    “You play piano?”

    “Yes they used to have one in the rec room remember? Until Barry smashed it up last year.” Barry likes to smash stuff, especially when he pretends to take his med while flushing them down the toilet.

    “So where you gonna go when they release you?” Dr. Burowski has been talking about release for some time now. Rowan wasn’t sure how to feel about that. Not anymore.

    “I don’t know. Maybe they won’t release me.”

    “Why wouldn’t they release you? I mean you’re a model patient.”

    “As sad as it sounds this place is the only home I’ve had for a long time.” Rowan sighed as he stopped sketching and closing his pad.

    “This isn’t a home Rowan, this is a hospital.”

    “Yeah well…” Rowan sighs staring off into the distance. 

    “I do have good news for you.”

    “It’s pudding instead of that god-awful Jello today?” He ventures hopefully.

    “Who doesn’t like Jello?”

    “I do, Sunshine used to say …”

    “What?”

    “Never mind. It doesn’t matter anyway. What’s this good news?” Harry doesn’t need to know about Sunshine’s Ode Against Jello.

    “New volunteers starting in a few weeks.”

    Rowan rolled his eyes. “What’s so good about that?” 

    “We’ve assigned one to you especially.”

    “I don’t want to hang out with some who thinks I’m a nutcase.” he grunts

    “He doesn’t think you’re a nutcase.”

    Rowan sighs dramatically but he’s smiling none the less. “Harry they all think I’m a nutcase. I live at a psychiatric hospital I’m surround by crazy 24/7.”

    Harry leaves Rowan to his mussing and his sketches to help other patients around the garden. Rowan picks up his pencil and … stares at his wrists…

    He stares for a very long time… there’s no home to go to… he’s been cast aside and forgotten… and this time there is no soothing voice in his ear to tell him every thing will be alright….

    –The guy next door–

    It isn’t going to be him. This guy isn’t going to be Green Eyes … I mean Green Eyes doesn’t really exist right… He was a figment of my imagination… always was. But why do I miss him so much? I haven’t seen him in two months now and the hurt isn’t going away.

    It isn’t even lessening. Not by a long shot.
    So if there’s even the slightest chance, the smallest ray of hope.
    I have to take it.
    I have to.

    –Grove’s Psychiatric Hospital–

    The dreams have stopped. Rowan lay awake in his white bed surrounded by his white walls. Sketches covering every inch of them. He’d been encouraged to draw his dreams from early on, since then it became a habit.

    He lay there looking at his sketching feeling… a void where Sunshine should be. The sketches mostly showed two guys doing every day things together.

    Two young men riding the bus.
    Two young men attending class in a large auditorium, one is almost falling asleep.
    Two young men eating breakfast, lunch and dinner at several locations throughout the day.
    Two young men hiking through the forest on sunny day. Two young men learning to waltz on garden patio one setting on the others toes. Two young men running around on a beach having fun…

    One was Rowan and the other Sunshine.

    Rowan studied the sketches noticing maybe for the first time, Sunshine always read a book on the bus. That he himself never ate when they had lunch or dinner together… Or the look of joy on Sunshine’s face when he looked at Rowan…

    He wished he’d used coloured pencils for Sunshine’s portraits now… Black and white sketches don’t reflect the warmness of his caramel brown eyes. Or how the sun highlighted his sandy brown hair… or the warm glow of his sun kissed skin.

    Sunshine was no more.

    Now all Rowan had were monochrome sketches in remembrance…

    Even the dreams had stopped… now there was only silence and empty sleep…

    Rowan though about his parents rejection letter, the loss of Sunshine and being released to into a world that didn’t really want him…

    Before he was even fully aware of it thick tears seeped into the cloth of his white pillow and although his bed was white and his room was white and even his sleeping kit was white. All Rowan could see was  a deep black hole and the darkness creeping up on him.

    Laying there in his desolate room on this white bed Rowan felt utterly… utterly… alone.

    A deep dark thought took ahold of him… Rowan bolted from his bed desperately seeking that thing his former roommate had stashed away… there was a way out… there always was that one last resort…

    — The guy next door —

    I’m signed in and I’ve gone through my orientation already last week. I’m prepared… as much as I can be.  I’m nervously waiting to step out into the garden. Harry gave me a name after I convinced him to assign me to ‘the lonely boy’.

    I have a name but no picture. So if it is Green Eyes I’ll know just by looking at him. … How will I react? How will he react? Am I Sunshine? And if I am…

    Harry’s to meet me here and introduce us. He said Rowan’s always in the garden. Apparently he’s quite the gardener, studied all the plants…

    It’s a large place with a nice design and the sun is out. That’s good he likes it when the sun is out. Well Green Eyes always did. I scan the greenery; there are several ‘patients’ outside. Some just walking around, others planting flowers one even sitting on a bench sketching…

    One sitting on a bench sketching….

    Ohmyjohn… Ohmyjohn… Ohmyjohn… I can’t hyperventilate here… they’ll admit me!

    Brownish-blondish-reddish hair, I never could quite pinpoint it.

    I should wait for Harry. I can’t help but move forward. I walk over to the bench slowly. I hear the grass shift under my shoes. I subconsciously straighten my clothes; it’s an outfit he’d picked out for me once, for a date. I cried on his shoulder afterwards when the guy turned out to be a douche.

    I’m a few feet away from him and I can’t go any further. There is no doubting it. It’s him; I’ve seen him from the back many times. Dancing around in my room, humming those classics he loves so much. It’s really him. How on earth could it be him? Yes don’t worry I have a million and one questions bussing around in my mind. There is one though that’s louder than any other: ‘Look at me.’

    I feel Harry’s hand clapping my shoulder.

    “You made it!” I just nod my eyes never leaving the boy on the bench.

    “Rowan!” Harry calls out to which the boy turns and I see two green eyes stare back. I feel myself tearing up. I’ve missed those eyes so much.

    “You’re back?” his voice is very far away his shocked green eyes bore into me. He shakes himself and shifts his gaze to Harry clearing his throat.

    “You’re back Harry?” He’s pretending I’m not here.

    “Yeah and you’ve got a visitor today!”

    “A visitor?” Rowan tries not to look at me but he can’t help it. I attempt to speak but I can’t seem to. “I don’t get visitors.”

    Harry’s arm nudges me out of my trance. “Remember the volunteer I told you about?”

    Again Rowans eyes widen, his mouth drops open. I clear my throat to demonstrate my realness. That this time I’m not in his mind.

    “Hi Rowan. It’s nice to see you again.”

    “Sun-“

    “Aidan.” I cut in quickly. “Aidan Maguire remember?”

    “You two know each other? Why didn’t you just tell me?” Harry deflates.

    “We met a long time ago and kind of lost touch. I wasn’t sure this was the right Rowan, I never new his surname.”

    “Is this true Rowan?”

    “I – I er…”

    “I used to call him Green Eyes.” 

    Rowan gasps at my admission. “It is you!”

    I walk up to him, Harry just shrugs and stroll off somewhere. Sliding beside him on the bench I take ahold of his hand where the sight of wrist bandages squeeze my heart.

    “You’re real?” His voice breaks, I remember touching Green Eyes. He always felt real to me but his skin never felt as warm as Rowans does now.

    “I am.” I keep ahold of his hand and try to speak. But all I can think so say is… “I missed you so much.”

    “I don’t understand Su- Aidan.”

    “Neither do I and trust me I’ve tried…” I look around I don’t really want any eavesdroppers on this particular conversation. “Come one I get to take you out of here for a few hours. Lets go somewhere we can talk.”

    We sign out and I take him to a park nearby.  It’s a very large park with several private spots away from prying eyes and listening ears. I want to be alone with Green Eyes and for the first time alone with Rowan.

    “Are you… Sunshine?”

    “I’m Aidan but I think a part of me was your Sunshine. My Green Eyes used to call me that all the time.

    “Green Eyes …”

    “Yeah.” I nod. Rowan sits beside me and looks as me for a very lengthy period of time. I mean really looks at me, he reaches deep down trying to pull at some thread of logic out of our jumbled reality.

    “How did you…?” he waved his hand toward the general direction of Grove’s

    “I… lied. Lied, lied and lied until they believed me. I didn’t talk to you for two months, you sulked the entire time.” I laughed.

    “That never worked for me.”

    “I was the lucky one, I had aunt Milly to look out for me.”

    “They think I’m still sick…” he lowers his eyes to fingers. I don’t like that, I haven’t seen those eyes for fare to long. Don’t begrudge me any of the seconds I have now.

    “The doctors?”

    “No not the doctors. I’m actually due to be released soon. They’re almost pushing me out the door. I’ve done all I can to prevent it.” He quickly covered his wrist bandages with the sleeve of his wooly pullover.

    “Why would you want to stay?”

    “S- Aidan you have an aunt Milly. I don’t, my parents they… don’t really want me back.”

    “Why?”

    “If you are Sunshine, surely you know.”

    “I guess I do…Rowan?”

    “I kind of like it when you say my name, my real name.  Sunshine would never say it.”

    “Neither did Green Eyes… Can I ask you something?”

    “I thought that’s what we’re here for?” he cracks me a sly smile.

    That’s my Green Eyes… “Was I good to you?”

    He grabs my hand, gripping it very tightly… pleadingly. “The best. You were the best. I could never understand why it was so wrong that I saw you. All I ever heard was that normal people don’t have imaginary people talking to them all day every day. The doctors would always imply you were making me do bad things or that one day you’d turn on me… I didn’t know playing music was a bad thing.”

    “You play?”

    “You taught me.” Rowan smiled and it was beautiful. “Was I good to you?”

    “You were my life Rowan. You were there through everything. You even made me get out of bed each morning, you’d sing a ‘wake up Sunshine’- song in my ear and jump on my bed.”

    Rowan laughs loudly, god I’ve missed that laugh.

    “That fits I guess.”

    “What do you mean?”

    “I had to drag Sunshine out bed every morning. It never made sense to me that if you were imaginary I had so sing you awake…. It… almost broke me when one day you were there for me to wake up.”

    “Me too. I’ve never felt so miserable in my life.”

    I’ve often wondered what would have happened if they’d kept me in the hospital at 14. I’ve often wondered if my life would have been very different. If I’d been able to go to school, have friends, lovers…

    I don’t have to wonder anymore and I thank aunt Milly for saving me from that place everyday and keeping me safe since…

    Rowan and Green Eyes are the same. They are exactly the same, expect Rowan has an actual name and a real history.

    He practically leaps into my lap clinging to my neck, I think he just about read my mind cause I’ve wanted to hold him from the first second I saw him. We stay like this for a long while. A very long while. He’s skinnier than I remember. Much, much skinnier

    “Please don’t leave again. Please.” He breathes in my ear.

    “I’m not planning to.” I say as we pull apart. “But…Rowan…” I grasp a wrist in my hand and turn it palm side up. “You have to promise me the same thing. I can’t loose you again, not now…”

    “That was a very bad day. I just felt so lost and alone and… forsaken… I regretted it the second I slit them. Yelled for help.” His green eyes urging me to believe him. “I’ll never do that again I promise. I can’t believe I actually did it in the first place. In all the years living at Grove’s it never even crossed my mind.”

    “It did mine.” I confessed.

    “What?”

    “After you disappeared it did cross my mind. I was having a really hard time coping without you around. I didn’t have the nerve to do it but I’ll admit it did cross my mind…”

    We sat there for untold minutes looking dawn at the entangled hands. Until Rowan straightened up and cleared his throat.

    “Ok enough gloomy talk for now.” He said brightly patting my hand, “Lets walk around before we have to return. It’s such a nice day today. I’m starving by the way are we getting something to eat while we’re out?”

    The patting of the hand, the words, the smile…. Things I’ve experienced so many times before. We should talk about why this happened, how it happened…

    But not today… today I get to run around with Rowan and talk to him and touch him in public without worrying about anyone seeing.

    –Grove’s Psychiatric Hospital–

    “Who is that?” Dr. Butowski asks a stray passing nurse. He’d been en route to his office when the sound of laughter sidetracked him.

    “That’s Aidan he started volunteering here a few weeks ago.” The nurse explained halting her work to next to the doctor. They watched the two men dig around in the vegetable patch in the garden.

    “He spends all his time with Rowan?”

    “Most of it, they do group activities too.  Apparently being around Aidan gives Rowan an appetite. He’s gained weight and he’s exercising a lot more as well.”

    “That’s good…” Actually Rowan had been doing very well, after the suicide scare Dr. Butowski hadn’t been too sure about his recovery. But a scare was a just label for what happened. It had scared Rowan immensely and Br. Butowski was fairly confidant Rowan wouldn’t try it again. The medication was really working, he just needed to adjust to normal life and this Aidan was helping him do just that. He was very pleased. “He does look familiar though…”

    “Well he has been around for some time now.”

    “Yes that must be it.” But Dr. Butowski knew that wasn’t it, he just didn’t know right then what it was.

    — The guys next door —

    “This one has two bedrooms but the kitchen and bathroom leave a lot to be desired for.” Aunt Milly sniffed as she walked them through the rental.

    “I don’t need a big bathroom but two bedrooms is a lot of space. What would I do with it?”  Rowan frowned, he actually liked this flat the living area was nice and spacious with big windows overlooking the waterfront.

    Milly spun around. “Wasn’t this for the two of you? Share as flat mates? Or was I correct in secretly thinking you’ll be sharing a bedroom?” she hitched up her eyebrows smiling.

    The two men stood there frowning at her. Of course they’ll be sharing a room. They’ve always shared a room. Sunshine always slept beside Rowan and Green Eyes always beside Aidan.

    Aunt Milly watched their frowns… “Romantically?” she prompted.

    Both boys displayed a mask of shock as they looked at each other.

    “We’ve never though about that.” Rowan whispered.

    “No we haven’t have we?” Aidan shook his head.

    “ I’ll wait downstairs, just take your time and look around.” Aunt Milly quickly slipped out of the room. She had a hell of a time hiding her smile.

    “Why haven’t we ever thought about that?” Rowan asked turned to fully face Aidan.

    “I… I don’t know.” Aidan laughed taking a step forward. “I think I buried that possibility a long time ago, when I though you were…”

    “… in our heads.” Rowan finished. It was true enough. Neither had ever done anything intimate with their respective delusion. It was hard enough carrying on a conversation, let alone adding the risk of getting caught kissing air.

    Ever since finding each other in the flesh they touched each other all the time, hugs, hands, shoulder grabs but never… anything further. The mental blocks they’d erected so long ago still somehow in place.

    It just took a simple nudge for them to crumble and crumble they did.

    “Would… you want me?” Rowan gulped.

    “Rowan…” Aidan gently took ahold of Rowan’s face. Gazing into those green eyes, those green eyes that mean the world to him. “I can say with absolute certainty I’ve never wanted anyone more than I do you. I think deep down we’ve always been in love with each other.” The moment their lips touched everything fell into place. Their souls healed the rupture they’d suffered. Even though they knew from the moment they’d found each other they’d never be apart again. This was the true way they were meant to be together.

    Rowan sank to his knees and cried holding on the Aidan who wasn’t going to let him go for a single second.  He wasn’t abandoned but cherished…  he wasn’t alone but together. Someone did care enough to love him.

    And it had been Aidan all along.

    –Grove’s Psychiatric Hospital–

    Dr. Butowski had been on call all week. He was tired, so very tired and hungry but he’d take this one last call of the day. He greeted the nurses on staff at the medical hospital he’d been summoned to as per usual and visited called for patient. After the evaluation he was in desperate need for a decent cup of coffee and headed for the nurses station. Were they kept the good stuff…you can’t survive a nightshift on crappy coffee.

    Though he’d been in this particular station many times before, this was the first time he paused and took a moment to look around.

    “Jackie?”

    “Yes doctor?”

    “What’s this?” Dr. Butowski slowly pointed to an almost hidden sketch beneath several other papers on the cork board.

    “What’s what doctor?” Jackie asks trying to see what the doctor was reaching for. Pushing the overlying papers out of the way he unpinned the wrinkled sketch.  “Oh that, that’s been here for ages. Maybe Myra will know, she was here before me.”

    Dr. Butowski stared at the sketch in his hands he didn’t move until nurse Myra arrived.

    “Oh my! I’d forgotten it was even there at all. Isn’t that funny? Seeing something everyday until you don’t even notice it anymore. Like it’s a part of the décor!” Myra was a jolly person and much loved by her patients.

    “But who is it?” the good doctor asked even though he was well aware who he’d been staring at the last few minutes.

    “Oh this lad brought it by a few years ago asking if there was anyone matching the discription in the hospital. He hung one in every department. Many took them down shorty after mind but I quite liked that face. It’s always nice to see a handsome young man at work when you’re having a rough day.” She smiled.

    “Years ago?”

    “Oh Yes.” she nodded.

    “Do you remember the boy who brought it in?”

    “Oh you’ve got me there … I really can’t remember his first name.” She bit her lip trying to recall. “…Show me the money!” he exclaimed smiling brightly.

    “Excuse me?”

    “Show me the money! Maguire, last name. I’ll never forget it, I’ve always had a thing for Tom Cruise you know.”

    Dr. Butowski was momentarly at a loss for words…

    “I think that’s about the last of it.” Aidan announced zipping up Rowan’s large luggage.

    “There wasn’t much to begin with. You can’t really keep a lot in a place like this.”

    “Well our new home has all the place we need.”

    Rowan glowed. Standing there in his soon to be ex-white room with the now barren walls devoid of all sketches, he glowed. Though they were both glad the day of his release had finally arrived Aidan took a second to appreciate the moment for Rowan. He very badly wanted to go over there and hold him tight but they’d refrained from showing any affection at Grove’s. Best not to rock the boat so very close to debarkation.  

    “Is there anything else we need to do?”

    “Butowski has my release forms. So that’s all really.” Rowan grinned swinging a laden backpack over his shoulder. “Lets go home.”

    “I wish you the best of luck Rowan.” Dr Butowski shook Rowans hand after signing the last of the papers in his office. Aidan was there holding Rowans packed bags.

    “Thank you Doctor. I bet you’re glad to see the last of me.”

    “I’m just happy you are doing so well Rowan. That’s always been our goal.”

    Dr. Butowski smiled handing him all his papers. Just as the two were about to leave to office with Rowans hand on the doorknob did the doctor ask his final question.

    “You’re all signed out and packed up so there is no way for me to keep you here Rowan. So just out of curiosity… did you take the new medication? Or any medication at all?” Rowan turned to smile at the fat man behind the desk. He didn’t answer. He just twisted the doorknob and left the stuffy office with Aidan by his side.

    Dr. Butowski watched them cross the yard from his office window. In his hand he held Rowan’s file, it contained all of his medical history, his family history and a record of everything he’s been through while at the hospital.

    The file used to contain one sketch, now it contained two.

    One of a young man once named Sunshine, the other of a hospital mystery boy. Dr. Butowski closed the file as he watched the two young men walk hand in hand off the hospital grounds and filled it under ‘closed cases’.

    –The guys next door–

    “Wake up Sunshine… Wakeupwakeup waaakke uuuuuuup!”

    I pull myself out of a restful sleep and staring right into two happy green eyes. I grunt.

    “Oh come! It’s a freaking beautiful day outside, get up!!!” Rowan wines in my ear. I pull our duvet over my head to drown out the noise. He crawls deep under the covers and starts tickling me. I try my best to resist but end up yelling out in defeat.

    “Baby please stop, stop!”

    His hands cease their onslaught but his arms circle me. He quickly finds my lips and claims them like he does every morning. He loves to kiss and I love kissing him so this works out pretty well for us.

    “Good morning Prince.” His voice is low and thick…

    “Morning baby…” I snuggle deeper into his embrace. “Why don’t we stay in today? It’s Sunday after all.”

    “Inside… all day?” Rowan pouts.

    “Yeah right here, in this bed.”

    “In bed?” he perks up.

    “Yup just you and me and the bed. I’ll even open the window just how you like it.” So the world can hear…

    He fakes thinking it over grinning while doing so. “I think I can work with that.”

    That’s all I needed to hear.

    There is a Greek myth that tells us humans used to be fierce creatures with four arms and four legs and two heads. There were three genders; male-male, female-female and male-female. These humans possessed great strength that rivaled that of the gods. So the almighty god Zeus spliced the humans with a thunder bolt, separating them. These split creatures led a life of utter misery. Now each human possessed a single gender and forever longed for their other half; the missing part of their soul. It is said that when the two would find each other again. There would be an unspoken understanding of one another, they’d be one again in every way and there would be no greater joy than that…. and for Rowan and Aidan there wasn’t.


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  • The House

    I have always enjoy my walks throughout the ski resort close to my hometown were I grew up. It was a Monday afternoon during my walk that I came across this huge house that was build about 3 years ago, As I walk pass the gated fence in the woods when I heard a voice from the distance yelling at me to come over to him, I then began slowly walking over to this very good looking man that was standing on his deck over looking a very nice kidney shape swimming pool.

    Hi there my name is Max as he began to shake my hands, I told him that my name is Cam and it was very nice to meet him. Max was a shorter older gentlemen as he stood around 5’9 weigh around 170 with a well trim salt and pepper beard along with a dark hairy body.

    One thing I did notice that he did not wear a wedding band at all and he was on the shy side a bit, We had a nice conversation for a good 30 minutes before he ask me to join him for a swim. The swim was great as the temp. outside was well into the late 80’s F. My eyes were clue watching his semi hard cock in his tight light blue spandex boxer short that he was wearing. The sun was now going behind the clouds as the sky started to get very dark as a thunderstorm was approaching us very fast.

    The rain had just started to come down as Max then ask me to join him inside for a drink in his men’s den that was in the bottom of his house. I was in the sauna area trying my wet body off as Max got us a few bottles of beer before we headed into his new sauna that he had just put in. I thought it was funny when he invited me in to join him for a sauna on this hot humid day. 

    The beers were going down real good when he made the first pass asking if he could massaged my body , The massaged felt great as his hand started to rub up against my soft crotch a few times. He came me a nice smile has he began to pull off my swim trunks very slowly before he threw them down on the wooden floor. 

    My body was all stretch out on the beach as he began to suck my hard nibbles by now and work his bearded mouth all down my sweating chest to my hard 7 inch cut cock. I lay there very still as his mouth was working now on my stiff pre cum cock. I moan with great pleasure as his beard bristle were tingling my balls and shaft. It only took about a few minutes before I shot off 2 loads of my hot cum all over his beard and his mouth, He then took a few good swallow of my hot load before he reach down to grab his beer to wash the rest of my cum down his throat.

    The time was well after 2 now before he ask me if I would like to blow him, I told him to sit on the top bench as I sat on the bench below him with my face at his hard cock. I slowly began to deep throat his hard cock now as his pre cum started to pour out his salty juice all over my lips. I heard Max scream out a couple of times that he was close in cumin, I began to reach and pull his shave balls tightly as I felt his cock was about to explode his load inside my mouth.  Fuck he scream out as he started to shake and dump a nice load all down the back of my throat before I started to gag on his warm salty cum, He then quick pass me his beer so I can wash it all down before I got up off the wooden bench.

    Fuck that was great Cam as he was hitting out the sauna door on his way to the shower, It only took a few minutes until I join him in the shower to wash off my sweaty body. The shower felt great as the two of us were scrubbing each other all down. I then began to try off before I went over to put my clothes back on. 

    Max then invited me out for dinner with him later that night. The time was a little after 8 pm when he pick me up in his new jeep over at my condo unit before we drove off to the Bull’s Eye steak & Seafood house about 30minutes from were we both live. The steakhouse was pack and the food was good before he once again invited me back to his place for some more fun.

    I then heard his air unit click on as we just enter his massive bedroom on the 3 rd floor of his house. We had a nice chad along with a couple glasses of red wine when he ask me if I would like to fuck as ass, I was a little shock of him wanting to get fuck because I thought he was more of a Top instead of a bottom. 

    The Trojan Altra thin condom felt great wrap on my hard cock before I enter his very tight hairy hole. He began to moan out very loud as my dick was going all the way inside of him now. Fuck me, Fuck me he scream out with sexual pleasure !  I just felt my dick rub up against his man G-Spot as my cock was fucking like a bullet by now.  My body began to quiver as I started to shoot off my load of cum into his hot warm tight ass. I then pull out of him very slowly as I then notice that the condom had a huge load of my cum that was hanging in the bottom sack.

    Cam began to roll over and was totally exhausted from the fuck that I have just given him. We had a nice chat before we once again enter his shower to scrub each other off. The time was well after 1 am before I got all dress to head on back to my place. It was around 4 months later that I ran into him once again over at the local grocery store. I felt he was real nervous when we started to chat because he was with another younger man. The conversation did not last very long as I was in a rush to head on home from a hard day at work. 

  • Thank you for Having Me

    I damn near didn’t answer the phone. I was exploring some real sexy blogs – and fuck it -, but the insistent noise of the phone destroyed one’s concentration. I had been looking for some super stimulation before I allowed my wank to reach a climax and that ring had destroyed the mood.

    Taking my hand away from its duty I snatched up the phone

    “Yes! “.I virtually barked down the receiver. “Who is it?”

    “Oooooh, Baby. Is this the wrong time? “A voiced purred at me just above a whisper. “I thought this was your wanking hourand as I was in the district, it seemed a pity to waste all that cum.”

    My mind went into overdrive. Who was this? My brain rapidly going through its voice recognition register trying to work out who this was, and I hit on one name.

    “Jack, you bastard. Is this you?”

    “Ah, so there are options these days? Which other creatures from your past are you going to invoke? Or are we dealing with a current menu of delights?

    The voice was familiar yet this whispering and breathiness wouldn’t let my mind latch on to the particular. “Who, the fuck, are you?”

    “I’m me, baby. And I’m outside and….”

    I put down the phone and went to the door, opened it but there was no one there. Yes it was dark but there was plenty of moon and star light. There was no one in the street and the light from the car park, just ten yards away would have shown up anyone. I went up to the park, there were only two cars. Both empty – I looked.

    I went back to the cottage. The phone was where I had left it. I picked it up, almost expecting to here the dial-tone. “Hello?”

    “Hey baby, “the voice breathed. “You didn’t need to do that. I have come looking for you.

    “Who is this?” I was getting paranoid but also intrigued.

    “Someone who loves you, baby. Someone who wants you, baby. – And someone who wants you to strip where you stand and then you must turn off all those lights, go up that short staircase and lie on your bed so I can come and fuck you, deep like you love it, baby. You’ld like that.”

    “Of course I would.”

    The phone went dead in my hand. I listened to the dial-tone. I knew that somehow from somewhere I was being watched. I could go to the door and lock it and just go on with my life. BUT my cock was standing proud and I was – well if I was honest – more than somewhat turned on. What the Hell – this was something else. I allowed myself a broad grin.

    It turned into a smile. I crossed to the main window, threw my arms wide and slowly bowed, before straightening up and stripping off my clothes. I moved round my sitting room turning out the lights one at a time. When it was dark I knew my way and moved quickly upstairs. I entered my bedroom and pulled the string for my bedside low light.

    I stripped my bed back and lay down. I heard the front door shut. The fourth stair creaked as usual but then I was suddenly blinded by a high-powered torch. I couldn’t see it was total darkness for he turned off the only light I had left lit.

    His hands found me. He stroked my body. His strong though gentle hands explored me and I reached out and found wide shoulders and from a sweet peppermint scented breath I sensed his head was near me. He placed his mouth gently over mine and we kissed. He laid himself down both beside and partly over me. He was as naked as I was. His tongue found mine and though it teased my lips it also relaxed me, and we began to explore each other. I could feel his rampant cock against my leg. My own was achingly stiff and pointing ceilingwards.

    I ran my hands down from his wide shoulders over firm pecs I stroked the aureoles with my thumb and his nipples hardened, I teased them then sucked on each before returning to our kiss. My hands followed a soft hair-trail that led down across a six pack (or was it eight). My fingers found a soft but curly bush and the root of a cock which was sending out signals of urgency for some action, leaking some sticky pre-cum

    I ducked down and there was a sweet tasting helmet forcing itself free of it’s shroud and my tongue explored his foreskin.

    Meanwhile he had found the lube that I had placed ready and had begun work on my asshole and love-chute with first one then two and now three fingers. I hissed a “yeeeesssss”. I wanted him inside me.

    “It must be safe!” I cried as I felt those long fingers hit the base of my prostate.

    “It never was when you fucked me” he whispered.

    “Then it was years ago. I only play safe now” I tried to break out of his grasp.

    “So do I, baby. But I am clean and you are something I promised myself all those years ago.”

    “But you can’t have a body like yours – at my age!”

    His mouth covered mine and as we kissed I felt all my fears all my questions disappear into a miasma of nothing and his cock slipped up into me as though it was the most natural – and certainly the most wonderful – place for it to be.

    He fucked me slowly at first; he was big but not too big; when I tensed my anal muscles I could feel the vein-ribbed steeliness of him. I moaned with the joy and pleasure he was giving me, then he quickened. He used his cock as a wand to create a magical yearning pleasure that lit up my whole being. My own cock was reaching between us and wanting to explode as his dick stimulated my prostate and his body masturbated me. Then I felt him expand and thicken as he plunged deeper and deeper into me. Then came the pulsing, that ripple up the channel of his cock, heralding his release deep within me. A couple of moments later I started to stream forth cum all over him and all over me. How at my age could I cum like this – perhaps it was his own powerful ejaculation passing straight through from his cock and out of mine.

    How short is ecstasy – and yet it seemed a lifetime. We held each other, nibbling and loving. My cock shrank back to its shrimpness. I felt his soften and slip from me.

    He softly whispered. “I just knew you would still be a great fuck.” We kissed.

    And then he was gone. His hands no longer touched me. His body was no longer along side me. I reached out but just felt air. “Don’t go. Not yet,” I begged. I sat up. I searched for him but he wasn’t there. I found the lamp and switched it on. I was alone.

    Naked as I was I dived off that bed, down the stairs and out of the open front door. There was no one there. I looked around but there was nothing. He had gone.

    Whoever you are, whoever you were. If you want to come back, I am waiting.


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  • The Journal: Desperate

    Ok let me start this story from the beginning. I’m a twenty-seven year old college grad with a tight slim athletic build six foot even and 165 pounds. I have a shaggy haircut, a piercing or two, and a couple of awesome tats. I’m the senior IT guy at my company’s Dallas office. My team of three supports 230 users and I pretty much call the shots. I would say that I’ve done pretty well for myself.

    So tonight at the bus stop on my way home, this young skater-dude was being severely hassled by four young thugs. In no time it was a fight and skater-dude was on the short end. I’ve had hand-to-hand combat training so I stepped in and after a couple of grotesque sounding bone breaks the fight was over. I did get some menacingly aggressive looks and one would-be-hero pulled a chrome pistol, but before he could pull it free I had pulled my twelve inch wooden club I keep tucked on my sling-bag, it is about the diameter of a thick garden tool handle and weighted with an iron core, I threw it underhand at him. It tumbled in the space between us and hit him square in the forehead leaving a big red welt. He went down like a sack of potatoes then I kicked the pistol away. I took two long strides and retrieved my ‘stick’ without taking my eyes off the crowd. I backed away as I stowed my weapon then I focused upon skater-dude and offered a hand, with a look of gratitude on his face he took my hand and I hauled his scrawny butt off the ground. The transit police had been across the quad, seeing the fight break out and come to a quick end couldn’t respond to it nearly as fast as they wanted. Several people gave witness statements, and four twenty-something busted up young men went to jail via the hospital. The officer wanted to give me grief about my little stick, but I made a good case for myself and said that I could have my attorney call his friend the DA and the four of us could discuss it in his office.

    Well that killed my evening, I thought. I settled back in the line to wait for my bus. As I stood there I overheard skater-dude tell the officer that he was new in town started a job earlier in the week. He made the remark that it might be too late to get a place at the shelter. I stepped back over to skater-dude and the two officers, “Excuse me, he can stay with me tonight if you finish with him before my bus gets here.”

    There it was again, the face of gratitude. “Thank you sir.” He said.

    I frowned, “My name is Marc Dietz, not sir. Hell I’m not much older than you. Here is my bus, officer are you finished with skater-dude here?”

    The one officer chuckled, “Yes sir, we have enough information if there are any more questions we will call you.”

    Skater-dude and I boarded the bus, “I can’t keep calling you skater-dude so what’s your name?”

    “Oh yea sorry, I’m David Peters. I just arrived in Dallas six days ago. I have a job but no place to stay.”

    “So how did you manage that?”

    “I had scrapped up a little for room and board. My contact here flaked and I had to spend all I had on a bus pass, hotel and food, it’s all gone now.”

    “I see. Well David Peters, I was going to go home and order a pizza and eat it in front of the TV with a fire in the fireplace. You may join me, get cleaned up, eat, and have a safe warm place to sleep tonight.”

    “Thank you Mister Dietz, I’m very grateful.”

    “Just call me Marc. I have a soft spot for strays and you looked like you need a hand.”

    We talked all during the bus ride. I found out he had just turned twenty and he had left home at fifteen, escaping abusive parents, he moved in with his older sister and brother in law. He had decided to leave because his sister was expecting a child soon and he felt he needed to move on.

    After the short walk from the bus stop to my home and a rowdy introduction to Boober my two year old Dalmatian I asked him to start a fire while I ordered a pizza. I offered him a beverage and put it on the coffee table and continued our conversation. The pizza arrived on time and I put Boober outside in the yard. I paid the delivery guy and sat the box on the coffee table; wasting no time at all we tore into it.

    He ate his pieces of pizza with vigor, which I took to mean that he wasn’t eating well. As we ate I found out that his modest belongings were all with him in the large gym bag he carried. Once the pizza was history I directed him to the washer and drier, the bathroom, and the spare room. “Mister David Peters, I am going to stick my neck out here and tell you that you can stay here until such time that you can afford to find your own place. It seems that we have the same schedule so we can ride together. Even though you seem trustworthy, I will spell out the rules. No drugs, drink responsibly and in moderation, and lastly theft or destruction of property will be met with harsh consequences.”

    “I understand but I have no money until the end of next month. I can’t even begin to repay you for your kindness.”

    “Then I’ll take a piece of ass.”

    That set him off. He had an angry and betrayed look on his face, he stood up shaking with anger as his eyes began to well up. He picked up his bag and violently slung it onto his shoulder. “Thank you for your help this evening but I will be going now.”

    I shrugged my shoulders. “Dinner and the offer for a place to stay tonight were freely offered with no strings. I assure you that you are safe here. Stay, it will be pretty cold tonight. You can leave in the morning after a good night’s sleep and a hot shower. Wash your clothes if you want, I’m sure your boss would appreciate presentable attire.”

    He seemed to hesitate and calm down. He wiped the tears from his cheeks. With resignation, “I would be a fool to pass this up for a cold night on the street.” Pausing there seeming to think through his decision, “I will leave in the morning.”

    “Fine with me, I leave here at 6:45. Until then, the laundry room, guest bath, and guest room is yours. While you are taking care of that I will clean up the kitchen, get you a fresh towel, and put fresh sheets on the guest bed.”

    The remainder of the evening was quiet. I sat on the couch reading as I listened to the fire crackle. David had sequestered himself in the guest room. Just as well, I enjoy my evenings as quiet as possible. Boober had settled down and was content with chewing up a rawhide bone, getting up from time to time to sniff at the closed guest bedroom door.

    The fire had died down to a bed of hot coals and a softball-sized hunk of wood, which stubbornly flared up with random three inch gouts of flame. I decided to go to bed and read a bit longer. I was well into my book when there was a meek tap on my door, “Come in.”

    David walked in wearing a stained white T-shirt and a pair of my flannel jammie pants I had loaned him. He wordlessly stood about a foot from my bed, his face full of emotion and puffy bloodshot eyes. Without warning he pulled his T-shirt off and pushed his pants to the floor standing there naked and self-conscious he said, “I have never done anything like this before.”

    It was my turn to be emotional, the pain and heartbreak coming from him was palatable. Torn by his emotional pain and his utter beauty, I laid my book on the nightstand. “David please put your clothes back on.” I got out of bed and faced him as he quickly pulled up his pants. I reached up and wiped the tears away. “David I said that to you to see if you were for real. I now see that you are far more real and desperate than I imagined.” I lifted his chin so I could look him in the eye. “David, I would never take advantage of you or anyone for that matter, and on the other hand I do not wish to be taken advantage of either. If you will accept my apology for my crass suggestion this evening, I invite you to stay as long as necessary for you to get on your feet. No strings attached, just help out around the house as needed and that will be sufficient.” I held out my hand to shake on the deal and instead I got a huge emotional hug. “I guess that I am forgiven and you accept.” I said with a smile.

    “Ok, it is lights out for me. I will see you in the morning, sleep well.” I sat down on my bed and slid my feet under the sheets, I noticed David hesitate briefly as he turned to leave.

    About an hour later I woke as David crawled into my bed, he settled in and fluffed the second pillow. “Please don’t kick me out.” He said, sounding like a scared child. Against my better judgment, I pulled him in against me and spooned him. He responded by pushing his body even closer to me and let out a long sigh, “I feel safe with you.” He said after several minutes and not long after that his breathing became slower and his body relaxed, seemingly all at once he was asleep.

    I was quite beside myself as well as being very aroused. After several unsuccessful attempts I finally succeeded in willing my brain to shut-the-fuck-up and I fell into an almost peaceful sleep.

    I awoke in the morning on my back, David still asleep with his face resting on my chest. His leg wrapped over mine, I could feel his morning wood pressing into my thigh. I had about forty minutes before the alarm was to go off, so I just held him. I stroked his hair and lightly rubbed his back, pulling his t-shirt back down. I felt solid muscle under my caress, I really wanted to squeeze his nice round ass. Soon my morning wood was as hard as his and I could feel that mine had begun leaking.

    He began to stir, he must have noticed that his erection was pressing against me because he lifted his head and smiled. He laid back on my chest in an exaggerated snuggle and ground himself against my hip then slipped his hand under my shirt. Now I have a mostly smooth chest but there is a little patch of hair between my pecs and just a few stray hairs around my nipples, and a nice trail of downy fuzz which thickened as it went down then becoming really thick from my navel downward. David’s hands slowly explored my chest; he played with the hair in the center of my chest and soon found the tuft of fur on my belly, which he seemed to like since he played with it a little longer. His hand went back up under my shirt and found a nipple. I let out a soft moan and when he pinched it produced a sharp gasp from me. “David,” I said in a ragged voice, “you are going to have to stop.” He ignored me and pushed my shirt up exposing my other nipple, which he suckled then nipped it playfully with his teeth. The pleasure-pain sent me thru the roof as I arched my back. “Ok… you really have to stop now.”

    He reluctantly complied as he crossed his arms on my chest and rested his chin on them. “I thought a lot about it and I understand why you said what you did last night. I was mad at you for suggesting sex as payment. I have never been with anyone before. Yea sure I have thought a lot about it but never acted on it. Now laying here with you, I can see that it is all good and it feels right. I don’t know what all the fuss is about.”

    “I am sorry for putting you through that.”

    “Can I try something?”

    “That depends.” I said skeptically

    David shifted his weight onto his elbows and brought his lips to mine. They parted and his tongue slowly slid past my lips. He kissed me with such tenderness and passion it took my breath away. David ended his embrace and lifted his head to look me in the eyes and said “Thank you for treating me with respect and dignity.”

    This kid really blew me away. He rolled onto his back and we both stared at the ceiling until I felt a familiar sensation. He had pulled his shirt up exposing his blond down covered chest, his penis was in his hand and began to masturbate. I looked at his respectably large uncut manhood and then to his face. What a mischievous grin he wore! I figured, hell, when in Rome…

    I pulled my cock out and no sooner did it slap my stomach he had his fist wrapped around it. I knew that at this rate I wouldn’t last long at all. I leaned over and licked, sucked, and nipped at his nipple as he had done with mine only moments before. David started bucking and breathing raggedly just before he shouted out his release. He shot several thick ropes of molten cum, a few hit him in the face. I maneuvered up and licked a large amount off his baby-smooth cheek and while the glob of his seed was still on my tongue I kissed him deeply, he went wild causing my orgasm to take me. We rolled together in the chilling cum between us never breaking the passionate embrace.

    I was in a place I hadn’t been in many years, and hated the feeling of separation when we parted. My head was spinning. I really wanted to stay in that moment forever and not go to work, but the alarm just went off and insisted that I get up. “Alright David it is time to shower off this mess. Will you join me?”

    “Sure.” He got up and kicked his boxers off from around his ankles, I sighed, such beauty. He was back in moments, towel in hand and penis swinging along with his large pendulous balls. I had gotten in the shower first and quickly shaved. I hung up my razor as he stepped in. I nudged David’s head under the water as I reached for the shampoo.

    He noticed a hose device draped over the dual showerhead and asked, “What is this?”

    “That is for cleaning yourself out, a douche for the other end.”

    “That’s weird!”

    “Not really, it makes anal sex cleaner and more enjoyable. Now come here.” I said. I pulled his forehead to my shoulder so I could wash his hair and massage his scalp. He enjoyed it so much his knees nearly gave out.

    “So you use that hose and get fucked?”

    “Yea but I like both, depends on my mood.”

    He let me soap him head to toe before he took the soap and explored every inch of my body. As he kneeled to wash my legs he became faced with my plumped uncut cock, he paused only a heartbeat or two before he took it into his mouth. David took to the new experience exceptionally well, I certainly was impressed with his new found talent as my cock began to rise and harden again. I grasped him under the arms and pulled him to his feet, “Ok David, don’t be an over achiever! We both have to get to work.”

    He smiled impishly, “that’s the first time I sucked cock… I like it, a lot!”

    I looked down at my now throbbing member, my foreskin fully retracted, “I liked it too… but later.”

    “Marc,” he paused and chewed on his lip. “Would you fuck me?”

    “My cock says YES, YES, YES, but my head says to tell you to wait. You’re only a virgin once. You should really be sure who you give that honor to.”

    “Would you let me fuck you?”

    “Yes, in time.”

    Now David was hard again, the foreskin only covering half of his bulbous cockhead. “Looks like you need to go again but unfortunately we have to go to work, so go on and get dressed, I will cook dinner tonight and we can talk more.”

    I packed lunches and a breakfast snack for David and me as we both fought our urges to stay home in bed. We continued our conversation on the bus and before we parted for the day I gave my phone numbers to him.

    At work I began my day as usual if not a little preoccupied from earlier in the morning. Janice Beaumont, the CFO’s admin stopped by to get my budget plan for the next fiscal year and sat down for a chat. “You look distracted, absolutely aglow! What’s going on?”

    I chuckled. “God Janice, I think I stepped into it this time. I rescued some kid from a four on one ass beating at the bus stop last night. It was bad… broken bones and a pistol.”

    “Oh My God Marc what happened?”

    “There was this twenty-something skater-dude on the ground and four twenty-something thugs kickin his ass. I broke a few of their bones and when I saw that chrome pistol come out I hit that guy dead center on the forehead with my stick, knocked him out cold and maybe a cranial fracture.”

    “Jesus! Don’t ever let me make you mad.”

    “The police wanted to take me in because of my stick until I mentioned my attorney being friends with the DA. They called the supervisor, he and I had a little chat, and apparently they have had trouble with these four guys before but couldn’t do anything. So I let this skater-dude come to my place… GOD what am I thinking? I am such a sucker for strays! He has a job but has had a string of bad luck. He is a real sweet kid, never asked for a thing, and you should have seen him devour that pizza I got last night, I think I only got two pieces. He ate like he hadn’t eaten in days.” I paused shaking my head, “I feel like I did a good thing, but like all good things they tend to come to an end… I just hope I’m not sorry. If you want to meet him, he will be by here to grab the bus together.”

    “Marc Dietz, you ole softie, you can bet your knickers I will be here!” Her eyes twinkled in a way that only made me worry.

    At 16:00 on the dot David walked into the office and I heard him asking the receptionist for me. I stopped what I was doing and walked into the outer office, “Hello David, come on back. I walked him through the office introducing him while I watched the interactions. I was quite impressed, he was warm and friendly and professional. I noticed Janice walking in his direction, which made me a little nervous, we were good friends and as such we enjoyed being catty with each other. I wondered how she would try to embarrass me this time since there was plenty of ammunition as of late. I decided to meet her head on. “David Peters, this is Janice Beaumont the CFO’s admin and a very good friend of mine.”

    “I’m pleased to meet you ma’am.”

    “A young man with good old fashioned southern charm, I like you already David.” She smiled and shook his hand. “Marc, you are robbing the cradle with this one.”

    ARGH! There, she did it! My face heated up. I’m sure my cheeks were a bright crimson. But it was David who bowled me over with his retort.

    “Not yet, but I am hoping!” he flashed that mischievous grin again.

    My sexuality is no secret but I don’t wear it on my sleeve either, “Oh you two are killin me here!”

    The office sounded like the audience at the Improv and I was the punch line. I feigned indignation not nearly as long as I had planned before I busted out laughing too. “Ok wise guy, let’s leave these eager workers to it. I know that some of them realize that it is four-fifteen on Friday, and I can see them jittering like thoroughbreds in the starting chute. I still have to approve payroll before I can go.” I excused myself, David stayed a few moments before Janice led him back to my office.

    “Marc, what are you doing this weekend?” Asked Janice

    “I’m not sure, I really haven’t thought that far out. I imagine I will make a dent in the stack of firewood though.” I glanced at David, “I think David and I will be talking a lot about what happened last night and what’s in the future.”

    “I think that is a good idea,” she grasped David’s hands in hers. “David, I wish you well and I hope to see you again.” she hugged him then stepped beside me and whispered in my ear, “I haven’t seen you this rattled since that time with Trace and your Journal. I think it’s good.” And she gave me a peck on the cheek.

    “Thanks Janice for your vote of confidence, what are you and Chuck doing this weekend?”

    “We are going to Kansas City for the dog show. We leave in the morning and get back Monday.”

    “I remember now, have a safe trip and have fun. Tell Chuck that I will have the information he wanted waiting for him when you get back.”

    “Thanks Marc, I will tell him. You boys have a great weekend, and I will get out of your hair.”

    As Marc reviewed and approved the payroll David walked through the office looking at my certifications and diplomas. “Wow these are impressive.”

    “Thank you. That’s how you get up in the business world, education and lots of it. Are you considering college?”

    “I want to, but first things first.”

    “Yea I know. Here is the thing though; if you stay with me you can go to the community college that’s about a mile and a half from my house. I have taken classes there several times it’s a good school.”

    “I will look into it once I can make a little money.”

    I finished up with the payroll and looked at the wall clock, “Ok skater-dude, shall we be off? I am ready to start my weekend.” We said our good-byes and walked to the bus stop. I was in a cheerful mood that went beyond having a couple days off. I began telling stories of when I was little and in school.

    “When did you figure out that you were gay?”

    “Oh I think knew when I was nine. My older cousin came to visit on his way to college. He was nineteen, God I adored him. I thought he was so cool and I followed him everywhere I could. I thought he was so grown up, with hair on his chest and a mustache. We shared a room while he was there. I can still remember how I felt that first time he came into my room after a shower. I was doing my homework at my desk when he came in wearing just a towel. I remember feeling my world shake when he pulled off the towel standing there totally nude as he slipped on a pair of boxers. To me he was so beautiful. He had a tall lean build, chest hair, strong hairy legs, and a very large cock with bushy pubes. When I saw him nude I knew. I was fourteen when I told him I was gay and it never bothered him. Several years later at his wedding, I told him about that first impression. He just smiled and said ‘thanks Cuz’ right before he hugged me. He has always been really comfortable in his skin and his sexuality. He has always been a positive role model for me.”

    “That’s a great story Marc, do you still see him around?”

    “Not too often, he got a great job out of state and moved his family to DC about three years ago. You should see his kids, they are adorable and look just like him! The oldest boy is a senior in high school. The middle one is eight and she’s as rough-and-tumble as her little six year old brother.” I paused for a moment thinking that I didn’t know anything about his family. “Do you have any other brothers or sisters?”

    “Just my sister, I do have a few cousins but we don’t socialize.”

    “That’s a shame, kind of makes the holidays a tad lonely doesn’t it?”

    “A little.” The bus was a little early or we were a little behind, either way we had to run to catch it.

    That evening we changed out of our work drag and into our comfy jammy pants. I opened two bottles of beer, and gave him one. David wanted a fire so he went out and toted in some firewood, while I started dinner. I could hear him in the living room fussing with newspaper and starter logs. I had turned on the stereo and was focused on chopping vegetables and listening to Vertical Horizon. I never heard him walk up behind me. He slid his hands under my shirt and hugged me from behind.

    “What are you making?”

    “I thought about a pot of pork chili, sound alright?”

    “Oh hell yea!”

    “Good, will you get the meat from the frig and get it started with a little olive oil in that stewpot?”

    “got it…” he said as he jumped to open the refrigerator.

    “This is fun, I love cooking with someone.” I remarked.

    “My mom didn’t cook much. Things were heated up or reheated. Or it was mac and cheese with a sandwich.”

    “I see I’m going to have to teach you how to cook.”

    “Unless you are a fan of mac and cheese.”

    I frowned, “good point.” We had a great time in the kitchen and the meal turned out great. After dinner we quickly cleaned up and went to the living room. David sat on the loveseat as he flipped thru the channels finally settling on SG1 reruns, and I lay down on the couch. I fluffed and plumped a pillow that was left there from the night before… I had just got comfortable when David put the remote on the table and stood up took off his shirt and lay beside me. I was really taken by the affection David was showing. “You are really affectionate, I like that about you.” David just snuggled up and pressed his body against mine. As we watched TV I stroked his bare back and arms with my fingertips and with each pass of my light touch I raised gooseflesh… The blonde hair on his arms and the peach fuzz at the base of his neck stood on end, we both enjoyed it a lot.

    The plan to let David have his own room to sleep in never got past the first night. He has either come to my bed after lights out or just followed me. I must say that the first week with David staying here has spoiled me. We have dispensed with any false modesty. Sexually, we have just masturbated together and had oral sex, and I must say that David has become quite an accomplished cocksucker. He still asks me to fuck him and I keep telling him to wait, but I think his waiting is over. I am planning an intimate evening on Saturday. I’m making a special dinner, a massage or a nice hot bubble bath for us and maybe more. He has developed a liking to my shower buddy, so I will discreetly suggest that he go play with it just in case.

    Saturday morning arrived and I was excited, I wanted to blow him away in the same way as he has done for me the last two weeks. We got up and did the 3-S’s, shit, shower, and shave, well I shaved anyway since David can still go a few days in between. As we showered I asked David what he wanted to do today, he said that he really didn’t have anything to do. “Ok, let’s get the chores knocked out and then enjoy the day.” Since we had the fortune of an unseasonably warm and sunny morning I carried the breakfast and pot of coffee I fixed for us to the patio table. After breakfast we cleaned up the house, went shopping, then later in the afternoon we took Boober to the dog park so she could chase tennis balls.

    It was a good day with the promise of a better evening, which I began by cooking an awesome chicken pasta dinner complete with wine and crusty hard bread. After I served dinner to the table we sat down and I reached out and grasped his hand in mine, “David I wanted to show you my appreciation. In matters of the heart I always go slowly, questioning myself each step of the way. It is hard for me to admit but in these few short weeks I have become quite attached to you. I am very happy that you are here with me.” I leaned over and kissed him softly. “Now let’s eat!”

    We talked and joked through dinner, David offered a riddle that the office manager told him at work, “You are riding on a beautiful white horse. On your left side is a drop off. On your right side are several ostriches being chased by a lion. In front of you are four large gazelles, which won’t get out of your way and you can’t seem to overtake them. Behind you is a stampede of horses. What must you do to get out of this highly dangerous situation?” he smiled as I tried to puzzle this one out. I’m usually good at these but not this time, so after several minutes I caved.

    “Ok I give up… so what’s the answer?”

    He chuckled, “Get your drunk-ass off the Merry-go-round!”

    I laughed out loud, “Clever… very clever!” I backed away from the table and cleared the dishes and David followed with the leftovers. Five minutes later and the kitchen was clean again. David refilled our glasses and went into the living room. I spread out a thick comforter I’d pulled from the closet and spread it out on the floor. David sat the glasses on the coffee table and stoked the fire. I was done and waited for him to finish playing in the fire. He stood up and faced me and we started kissing. David picked up on the clues as we slowly began to undress each other. Once we were both nude I led him down onto the comforter, I maneuvered him onto his stomach for a massage. The oil I chose was a pleasant aromatic herbal scent I had in a warmer discreetly set aside. David was purring in no time! He is a great person to massage because he isn’t ticklish or tender like some people are. He was really relaxed as I worked from his neck and shoulders to his feet, which he loved. I returned to his legs and firm round butt. His legs were already parted which allowed me space to sit. Each time my fingers brushed near his tight little hole he moaned, I had done this several times so he was really getting in to it. What he wasn’t used to was when I bent over and began to tongue his hole while I continued to knead his glutes and legs, his hips rolled up as a reward. His cock was hard and pointing straight down by then and his large balls rolled around in their fuzzy sack. I tongue fucked him for a long time, and I had to push him back onto the floor when he tried to roll over. I was in control now, damnit! His hole tasted wonderful and I could feel him relax. I forced my tongue in as deeply as I could. I began to work a finger inside and he began to squirm. By the time I had worked up to three fingers, I was ready. I used some of the massage oil to lube up my throbbing cock and waited for the proper timing. David seemed to be thoroughly gripped by the pleasure, his hole felt ready to be taken. God knows my cock was ready to take his cherry. I massaged my way back up his body with my strong hands and interlaced my fingers into his as my cock found its target. I pressed forward gently as his hole opened up allowing my cock past his ring. David gasped at the bite of pain but moaned as he tried to take more of my cock by arching his hips. I stopped him and backed out just resting the tip of my cock at his hole, I felt him relax then I pushed in again going a little deeper and this time grazing his prostrate. I repeated this two more times and then on the third I slowly sank to the hilt and he sucked in a deep breath, all the while our fingers still entwined and me kissing his neck and ears. He met each of my slow deliberate thrusts with his hips. David seemed to have worked thru the pain and now it was pure pleasure. I fucked him deep and slow until his breath became ragged. I turned him on his side while I straddled one leg and held his other up high, this position allowed me to go deeper, my first thrust was a surprise as he emitted a gasp and eyes wide open. Changing tactics I began to really hammer his ass. I felt my balls tighten in preparation for my orgasm, and by the signs coming from David his would be soon too. David was moaning and breathing hard and covered in a sheen of sweat. I felt my orgasm build as my legs began to quiver and my breath coming in gasps, I was so turned on. David got louder and I knew his orgasm was eminent. When David’s orgasm spontaneously gripped him, his hole constricted around my cock. That pushed me over the edge and my cock delivered several globs of my seed deep in him. I felt his hole spasm each time a thick rope of his seed shot out onto the blanket. We both arrived at the same point in time and it was the most profoundly beautiful thing I had ever experienced. We lay there a long time after, catching our breath. My cock went soft and slid out and I kissed him deeply, we just laid there in each other’s arms neither of us spoke for fear of breaking the spell.

    I propped up on my arm and with my free hand I lightly stroked his handsome face, tracing every contour. David was the first to break the silence, “Marc, describing this as ‘incredible’ is so not enough. I have no words that fully express my feeling and the feelings I experienced. You were right to insist that I wait. For this and everything else you have done for me, I am so in love with you.”

    I hugged him close, “I love you to David.” I captured a drop of his cum off the head of his cock with my fingertip and smeared it all over his nipple before I leaned over and licked it off. “Let’s go jump in the hot tub.”

    Several months later, my good friends Trace and Jennifer were getting married next month in Cancun, they had planned a simple wedding and they had asked me to go and be a witness. Jennifer wanted me to walk her down the aisle, and Trace wanted me to be his best man, both of which I was most honored to do. David has since improved his occupational opportunities and enrolled in fall classes at the community college. Trace and Jennifer loved David immediately and had absolutely no objection to him coming with me. David took to them quickly as well. As much as I loved Trace and Jennifer, they didn’t need to entertain a third wheel, besides David was excited to go to Cancun too and I was happy to bring him with me.

    On a side note, I published my journal I kept when I met Trace. The story I wrote was about being alone in the city, with a gorgeous homophobic straight man, and then falling in love with him. I got a lot more money than I thought I would.

    The wedding was minimal and low tech outside in a pavilion at a local church. I treated them to a luxurious dinner and presented them with their wedding gift. The dinner was intimate just the four of us, I toasted the newlywed couple and handed them a plain white envelope. “This is for your future.”

    Trace took the envelope, he opened it and looked inside and looked at me in shock. Jennifer saw his expression and took it away from him and peeked in it too. “Oh My God!” And Trace said, “Marc that is too much. We can’t take that.”

    “Now you both listen to me, no it is not too much… and yes you can take it. Besides if it weren’t for you Trace I wouldn’t have it in the first place. I have done well this year and I published my journal.”

    Trace sputtered, “But ten grand?”

    “Yes ten big ones, add it to the down payment on a house or whatever you want. I love you guys more than even I can understand, I want to do this for you. Just say thank you and let’s move on.”

    Jennifer kissed me and hugged me with tears in her eyes. Trace was next, I could tell that the tears were welling up and he was fighting them back. He kissed me deeply, he withdrew and as he had my face in between his hands our foreheads still touching, “Thank you.”

    Once we finished dinner David and I went to our room to leave Trace and Jennifer alone for a while. David and I were really enjoying each other and I can honestly say that I haven’t felt this way about anyone in years. David had said that he hadn’t felt love before and was unaware that it could be so intense. In our room I opened a complementary bottle of champagne, “Marc that was a really hot kiss that Trace gave you. I thought he was straight and you were just friends. What’s the story there?”

    “Yes he is straight, but he isn’t narrow like he was when we first met. We shared a really weird time once. We could be lovers really but it isn’t in his nature and we both recognized that at the beginning. But we still love each other deeply, he and I learned and grew a lot from the experience. That is what my journal I mentioned is all about. You can read it when we get home.” I paused and bit my lip, “David I know we have only known each other for nine months, but it has been an incredible nine months. How would you like to take a trip in the fall to Vermont and get married?”

    David was all ‘puppy dog eyes’ and I could see that it might have been something he had thought about as well, “I do.” was all he could say. That night we made beautiful love to each other all night.

    At breakfast the next morning we arrived after Trace and Jennifer. Jennifer was the one to notice, “you two look like your dragging,” and after a moment or two of scrutiny she added, “but quite content. You boys had a busy night I’d say.” She said flashing a huge smile.

    Trace smiled widely, “I thought so! Ok details?!?!”

    David blushed deeply and smiled like a little boy that just got caught stuffing a hunk of chocolate cake in his mouth. “Mark proposed to me last night.” he said coyly.

    Jennifer let out a hoot and clapped her hands together and Trace said, “Marc, way to go buddy. David, what did you tell him?”

    Still in his coy mood, “I do.”

    Trace and Jennifer laughed “Guys that is wonderful news.” Trace said. Jennifer was sitting beside David and hugged him, “Welcome to our family David.”

    “And I want you both there. The four of us will fly to Vermont in the fall to see the trees turn.” I said.

    Trace ordered Bellini’s all around and toasted his friends’ good fortune.

    That day the four of us hung out at the beach and just enjoyed ourselves, it was late afternoon by the time we returned to our room. The rooms were connected and we entered through our room and I flopped on our king size bed, Trace poked me in the ribs, “Move over.” I grumbled and rolled over pulling David down with me. Trace and Jennifer lay down next to us. I woke up about two hours later, my cock was hard and David was gently sucking it. I rolled my head over and Trace was watching, and soon Jennifer was watching too. Things were happening too fast. David took my cock all the way down his throat which got Trace all worked up. He and Jennifer started kissing and soon their clothes were off. I was so enjoying the blowjob, and when I opened my eyes it was just in time to see Trace penetrate Jennifer. GOD this was the hottest scene ever. David crawled up and whispered into my ear, “Would you be upset if I asked to eat her pussy?”

    I smiled and said, “Hell no! Go for it!”

    David went back to sucking my cock building up his nerve I guess. Trace alternately kissed Jennifer and watched David work on my cock. When it was obvious that Trace had shot his load I guess David got his nerve and crawled up and whispered into Traces ear, “would it be too weird if I asked if I could eat her pussy?”

    “God that would be hot, ask her.”

    David smiled and whispered in her ear, “Jennifer, can I eat your pussy?”

    She looked at Trace and he was smiling like a goon! “You better get at it before I change my mind!” Trace pulled out of her wet pussy, still hard as a rock. His wet cock lingered near Jennifer’s pussy; I think he wanted David to lick it off, which David did quickly. David looked back at me looking for my reaction. I smiled and winked before David dove onto Jennifer’s pussy. I haven’t ever eaten pussy, nor have I had the desire to. He must have been doing a good job because she was going wild, and all I could think of was David’s beautiful ass sticking up in the air. I moved around behind and worked his ass with my tongue driving him crazy. I palmed a small bottle of lube and shucked off my jamms and lubed up my cock. I took my position behind David and started to push into his hot little hole, Trace was watching intently as my cock disappeared into David’s fuzz covered bubble butt. David was going to town and Jennifer already had one orgasm so far and heading for number two. I was not going to hold out long before I bred my boy, I grabbed Trace from the back of his neck and pulled him into a deep kiss, I came immediately. Still kissing Trace I pulled out and moved him in behind David and guided his cock into David’s hole. Trace sucked a deep breath as his cock sank into David’s tight hole pre-lubed with my cum. Trace had never fucked a guy before and it happened so fast the he just went with it and hammered David’s ass like a wild man, and in less than thirty seconds he flooded David’s ass with his seed. I stopped kissing him and looked into his eyes, “I love you Trace.” I lowered myself to the bed Trace lay down beside Jen… he and I shared a kiss with Jennifer, she was out of her mind with pleasure. Once David finished eating her pussy, he rolled me over grabbing the lube and pushed his cock in my ass, and before I could stop to tell him to go brush his teeth he locked me in a kiss and didn’t let me go until he shot his load deep into me. It wasn’t bad, the kiss that is.

    We were all exhausted; David pulled out snuggling up to me, his cock still hard and twitching. “Thank you. I love you so much Marc”.

    “Did you like eating Jennifer’s pussy as much as Trace fucking you?”

    “Both blew my mind, and I never expected you to let him fuck me, let alone allow him to cum in me.”

    I laughed, “Keep talking like that and I’m gonna have to give you another load and that would make three.” and pulled him in closer.

    Trace pulled Jennifer in tightly as her chest still heaving. “Baby that was so hot.”

    “Yes it was, I had another orgasm watching you kissing Marc, but when I saw him move you around and guide you into David I got a little jealous… but only for a moment.”

    We fell into a sound sleep waking up close to nine PM in time to get cleaned up and go out for one last night on the town. Going to the restaurant in the hotel we ordered something light before going out. Trace looked nervous and seemed to want to talk, “I don’t know how to bring this up so I will just say it. Was any of what happened earlier weird to anyone?”

    I was quiet for a moment looking them all in the eye, “No not to me, what happened does not threaten me in any way. Because I love you all so deeply so for me it was just the ultimate display of trust and affection. It was beautiful. David, Trace, Jennifer are you ok with it?”

    “Yea I’m good, it was the hottest thing I have ever done… it felt so right on many levels.” Trace said with sincerity.

    “Yes I’m ok with it, it was a wonderful experience!” she said winking at David, he blushed deeply.

    “Thank you Jennifer, I have always wanted to do that.” David said sheepishly.

    Jennifer leaned into Trace, “You could learn a thing or two from him.” She giggled.

    “Ok now I’m worried!” Trace smiled.

    I laughed, “Well I’m not!” We rose our glasses in a toast, “Cheers!”

    Our flight back was rather uneventful. Once we got back, I made reservations for the four of us to fly to Vermont in three months. David was still reeling about the sex that the four of us had thirty hours before on top of being euphoric about getting married.

    Trace and Jennifer added the 10k I’d given then with the 5k they already had and went looking for a house. Only after one day with the realtor they had found three that they really liked close by in the area where I live.

    The couple eventually settled on a 3br; 2bath; 1600sqft ranch style, a real cute house. Even though it needed lots of work they got a good deal on it, David and I were over there often helping them with various projects during the weeks after they moved.

    The time for me and David to marry was fast approaching, for us there was nothing to do except get on the plane. Five days before we were to leave, the four of us had all went out for dinner and drinks. David dropped everyone off in front of the pub and took the car and parked around the corner. David was in the crosswalk running to join us when tires were heard screeching and then a crash and David remained laying in the street.

    Time stopped for a moment. I saw him lying in the street, “OH DEAR GOD… NO-NO-NO-NO-NO-NO!” I began screaming and sprinted to David’s side, whaling in grief. David was in shock, in and out of consciousness. His clothes were in tatters and he was covered in blood. I wanted to hold my lover, but there was something stopping me. My Army training as a medic was active and that part of me knew that there could be spinal and neck injury, I rested my knees on either side to immobilize of David’s head. “Stay with me baby. David, come on look at me. Help is on the way baby, just stay with me.” After what seemed an eternity the ambulance that Jennifer called came screaming toward us. Trace had run after the driver who had run down his friend, the idiot had crashed into another car and hit a light-pole. Trace bodily ripped him bawling from the car and threw him to the ground near where David lay. “You need to see what you have done to my friend you drunk ass scumbag.” He said as he kicked him hard in the side. The ambulance pulled up and the two EMS techs flew out, one carrying a backboard and the other had a trauma kit. They worked very efficiently at stabilizing him, one tech asked after the driver and Trace said, “He isn’t your priority, he is going with the police.” After a quick check and smelling the guy’s breath, he agreed. I helped the tech get David on the gurney and the tech said, “Thank you sir we can handle this.” I pretty much ignored them.

    Jennifer told one tech, “Marc is an Army medic and David’s lover… they are going to Vermont to be married, I’m not sure you could stop him, and just a bit of warning, you shouldn’t try. In his state of distress he could hurt anyone that tries to keep him from David’s side. They have a medical power of attorney I will get it after we get him to the hospital.”

    I climbed into the ambulance and got around so I could face David in case he regained consciousness. I barked at the driver to get moving, as I took over squeezing the respirator bulb. I had shut down and was operating on instinct. The tech opened David’s shirt looking for internal injuries as he placed the EKG pickups.

    I gave a report on the injuries I had noticed, “He has a fractured clavicle and three broken ribs, there is swelling above the left kidney. His left tibia is fractured on top of the obvious severe contusions and possible cranial fracture.”

    “You’re sure of the ribs and swelling?”

    “Yes, I probed around his sides after I immobilized his neck”

    The tech gently slipped his hand under David’s left side confirming what I had told him, he got on the radio, “Parkland Emergency, update on our patient: possible internal injuries an apparent impact to left DV with fractures.”

    My training as an Army medic was specialized in trauma/triage, so when David coded twice in the ambulance, I was at work and my emotions watched from the nose-bleed section.

    The ER team was really good. I knew most of them one way or another, except this new male Doctor that tried to make me leave. The older staff nurse and a Doctor that had been around a long time told him it was ok, and they would keep an eye on me. The two EMS techs hung around longer than usual talking with the ER staff, I suppose they had other work to do.

    Three hours in ER, X-rays, a CAT scan, and emergency surgery they released him to ICU still in critical condition.

    Trace, Jennifer and I were with David in ICU, the paperwork finished, medical power of attorney presented and accepted. We had so many people stop by either business related or personally since I knew so many on the staff thru work.

    Trace and Jennifer went home about midnight, Jennifer said that she would be back in the morning while Trace apologized for having to go to work. I just hugged them both and shooed them along. I didn’t sleep well since my medic self was still on patient watch.

    At 8:00 the doctor came in. I asked all the questions I would have been able to answer for myself if I had access to his records. I saw the x-rays and the CAT, it wasn’t good. Jennifer came around noon with food for me. Janice and several people from work had come by, but later that afternoon I had an unexpected visitor, my company commander. When he knocked on the doorjamb I snapped to attention. “Colonel Spears. Good afternoon sir.”

    “As you were Corporal, neither of us is in uniform. May I come in?”

    “Yes sir, of course.”

    “My mother-in-law is in the next ward with a heart attack. Curious I began hearing about an Army medic who came in with a young man and had helped the EMS techs when the patient coded twice and had the audacity to go nose to nose with a doctor in the ER when he was told to leave.” The Colonel laughed, “I knew it could only be you. Come on let me buy you a cup of coffee, I have it on good authority there is a fresh pot in the lounge.”

    “Yes sir, thank you.” I walked with Colonel Spears down the hall to the coffee machine in the waiting room. “How is your mother-in-law?”

    “She is stable now, thank you for asking.” He offered me a steaming cup of fresh coffee. “So what happened?”

    “The two of us and our friends Jennifer and Trace Evens went to dinner last night. David parked the car and was jogging across the street in a cross walk when a drunk driver mowed him over. Emotionally I took the high road as my training took over; in fact I think I’m still there.”

    “Is he your ‘significant other’?” he asked.

    If it had been anyone other than Colonel Spears I would have ignored the question. “Yes sir, we met almost ten months ago. I stepped in and saved him from a four-on-one ass kicking. We bonded almost immediately, and aside from last night it has been an upward spiral since. We were going to Vermont this weekend with Jennifer and Trace in tow as witnesses.”

    “Vermont? What’s in… ok, gotcha.” He was thoughtful for a moment, “I know this Texas Two-step all too well and I hope he gets better soon. Your weekend is coming up at the first of the month, are you going to make it?”

    We started to walk back to David’s room, “I should sir, Jennifer and Trace are awesome and no doubt can be available to help out.”

    In the room the Colonel asked with a chuckle, “He is a bit young isn’t he?”

    I smiled, “not too, sir…” David stirred and moved his hand and the Colonel excused himself.

    Jennifer had just returned from the hospitality station and with a hopeful tone Jennifer asked, “He moved his hand?”

    I gripped his hand and felt him move it like he wanted to squeeze back, “David it’s Marc and Jennifer, Trace is on his way. He used you as an excuse to get off early.” We laughed a nervous laugh. “You got banged up pretty good by that drunk dude in the red car. If it makes you feel better, Trace kicked his ass for you. The ER crew patched you back together pretty good, you just have to concentrate on getting better and save your strength. I will be here.” His hand went limp in my hand. I went out to the nurses’ station to let them know. Trace walked up with burgers, fries and drinks for the three of us. We went to the lounge and I passed out as soon as I sat down, sound asleep. I woke up with a start. It had gotten dark and I had a hospital blanket covering me. Trace sitting beside me reading a book said, “Welcome back.” He closed his book and placed it on the seat beside him. “David is stable. Your burger can be resurrected but I’m afraid there is no hope for the fries. You can go back to his room after you eat it ok?”

    I nuked the food in the staff microwave, and yea the fries were DOA… I realized I was hungrier than I thought. I even ate the dead fries… by then they were like eating french-fry flavored rocks. “Thanks Trace, I was hungrier than I thought.” I went and checked on David, no change. Just as I left his room to go sit with Trace again David coded a third time. I spun around back to his bed-side and yelled out for help. I backed away as the crash team came in and went to work. Trace was instantly at my side.

    The crash team worked on David for twenty five minutes with no luck. The attending physician called time of death at 19:07 hrs.

    If Trace hadn’t had a hold of me I would have hit the floor when my knees gave out. I began crying, Trace pulled me to him and I bawled on his shoulder. The anguish of the last day came crashing down upon me, unabated by the Army medic side of me.

    The crash team left and the nurse began removing the IV and breathing tube. She pulled the door closed when she left. Trace walked me over to the bedside. I leaned over and kissed David and said good bye. Trace leaned over and kissed David, he was so choked up he could only whisper “bye”, if he tried to say any more I knew he would lose it right along with me.

    The door opened and Jennifer came in, seeing what had happened she began to cry as she stepped to our side.

    I have no conscious memory of when we left. Trace being the pillar of strength for us all drove us back to my place. They tell me I was more like a zombie that night. Jennifer guided us to my room and tried to put me to bed but I wouldn’t let go of her. They managed to get me down to my boxer-briefs. Trace shrugged, “I’ll lock up the house and I guess we will stay here for a while. Jennifer managed to get out of her clothes. Trace came back a few moments later and just stood there looking at his wife standing by the bed in nothing but her black lacy panties. “Absolutely stunning!” he said with a huge smile. They told me I pulled Jennifer down into bed and held on to her for dear life. Trace laughed at Jennifer’s reaction as he took off his clothes and climbed into bed on the other side of me.

    In the morning I woke in a mass of confusion. Why was Jennifer nearly naked in my bed? I turned my head seeing Trace sleeping soundly spooning me in that distantly familiar way. It took a while to puzzle out why David wasn’t spooning me instead.

    I lay my head back down and tried to process the events leading up to this moment, but there was a hole in my memory. I remember the accident, the ambulance ride to the ER, the emergency surgery, the ICU… oh god! I wept quietly. Jennifer rolled over and stroked my face and smoothing down my hair. I could feel Trace’s hot breath on my neck and shoulder, the contact of his hairy chest against my skin, and the beating of his pulse in his tender touch and my head on Jennifer’s chest resonating in my head. Their presence was calming in spite of the overwhelming emotions I was feeling.

    In the days that followed, Jennifer and Trace helped out a lot with the memorial service. I called his sister with the only number I had and it was wrong. The only other thing I could do was to send an overnight letter to their address, she called the next evening and talked to Trace since he had my phone and had been screening my calls. They managed to get here too late to see him. His mother and stepfather came to the memorial service and left angry. I guess they didn’t realize that David was in a relationship with me, oh well shame on them. They seemed to be the only ones that had an issue with it. Several of his cousins came, and for the most part they were friendly people. One in particular took me aside and spilled her guts, she said she was twenty three and a closeted lesbian and was very pleased that David had found happiness with me. I was moved and encouraged her to keep in touch, if only David had known he may have grown to know that part of his family better.

    I didn’t have anything of his to give to his relatives since everything he had that would have meant anything to them was in that ragged old gym bag. I did have some photos and some writing he had done since he and I met that I shared.

    I was finally relived when the last of our relatives had gone and it was back to being Trace, Jennifer and me.

    I was numb.

    Jennifer sat down next to me and laid her head on my shoulder. “What is next Marc?”

    “I wish I knew.”

    Several months later I was going thru our papers and archiving most of it when I came across documents from Fairfax Cryobank, I had totally forgotten about this. It was something David wanted to do so we deposited sperm in case at a later date we wanted to start a real family of our own. It gave me an idea. David and I had talked about asking my cousin Debbie, Matts younger sister to surrogate for us. I called her that afternoon. “Hey Debbie, its Marc are you and Bob doing anything this weekend? I thought of coming up there. I have something really important to talk over.” I flew to Denver the next evening.

    I made it a practice to stay in touch with Matt and Debbie’s families. When their two kids went in the other room to play I jumped right into it. “I don’t know how to start so I will just say it. I want to ask if Debbie would be a surrogate for me.” I let it hang for a moment. “I found some documents that made me remember that David and I had made donations for a future family. You have always been my first choice Debbie because you’re a Dietz. You don’t have to give me an answer now, just think about it.” I was fairly sure that Debbie would do it, but Bob was the wild card it was worth a shot.

    “Would you please excuse us a minute?” Bob asked.

    “Of course.” Leaving me feeling a bit off balance, I went to the kitchen for a drink of water.

    Less than ten minutes later they both came into the kitchen, “Yes I would be honored Marc.” Debbie proclaimed.

    I was relieved, “Thank you both.


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  • Revenge Is Sweet

    Revenge is Sweet, Pt 2. quickly turns to lust.

    Quick recap:

    (My long time best bud Stan and I double team my husband Jack for no other reason but than to teach him a lesson in a two on one double team surprise attack. What had started out as a take down, turn erotic and horny for all three of us very quickly.)


    I wake with the heady – manly scent of my husband’s smell filling my nostrils. Wrapped in his huge biceps and my head resting on his pec, I am in my favorite spot on the planet. When my eyes adjust to the fading light, I see Stan on the other side in the exact same position and Jack’s massive arm is around him too. Stan remember, is my best friend, and we had decided to teach my big lug of a husband some humility. What started out as the two of us double teaming Jack, evolved into some very erotic and steamy muscle worship and sex with the three of us.

    Stan and me are damn near Identical, dark complexion, smooth olive bronzed skin, with dark hair and dark eyes. We are close to the same height, about 5’6 or so and we weight the exact same too. Very lean rock hard gym bodies and 155-160 lbs. We had met in college on the wrestling team, and have been running buddies and partners in crime ever since. Jack on the other hand is full on juiced – jacked muscle head. 6.2″ tall and a solid 215 lbs of lean ripped stud. Along with his rippling muscles he has the classic good looks to match. Sandy blonde hair, blue eyes, and a full chest of hair that he keeps clipped tight and neat to show his definition to full advantage. Oh and the junk between his legs is an entire story all its own, a big slab of piece of swinging meat and a set of balls that hang low, full, heavy and always ready to bust a nut. Although he is a giant teddy bear inside of that mountain of muscle, he can get carried away and sometimes forgets just how strong he can be when we fool around or have sex.

    The three is us come around from the nap at about the same time, I see Stan’s eyes slowly open, and I feel Jacks arms stretch and flex around us both trying to get the blood flowing back into the extremities. The huge grin plastered across his face as he opens his eyes, is both boyish and devilish at the same time and one of the cutest features about him.

    “Well, well, well, what do I have here”, he uses his arms to roll us both closer and on top of each side of his torso, “looks like I won whatever the contest was, with you both as my prize.” And he flexes us tighter to his torso in approval.

    It is sort of an awkward moment, and Jack is doing his best to lighten the mood. I run my hands down his chest over his rock hard abs, and find his big dick at full attention rock hard and standing straight up.

    “Damn Jack, didn’t you shoot two huge loads like only an hour ago?” Stan is mesmerized by the sight of his massive dick at full erection.”Just go with it, we are all good here.” I nod my consent to Stan, and to show him I am serious, I place his hand along mine on Jacks hard dick, and Jack lets out a moan of approval with a deep sigh, “that feels so good boys”.

    I cup Jacks man sized nuts in my hand, and I see him place his large hand behind Stan’s head and push him closer to the dick in his hand. “Oh fuck that is hot”, I mutter. All inhibitions must have escaped Stan as he inhales the big cock in one gulp all the way down to the base. “FUCKKKKK KKKKKKKKKKKKKKK KKKKKKKKKKKkkk” rushes out of Jack’s throat as he feels the hot wet mouth swallow him whole. I slide down between his legs and suck both egg sized nuts into my mouth. My mouth and Stan’s are licking sucking meeting in unison on my man’s big dick and balls, and knowing Jack the way I do he is bound to be in heaven with all this attention. And I got to admit, this is pretty fucking hot, and not near as awkward as it could have turned out.

    A few times I come off the balls and lick along Stan’s tongue and Jack’s dick, kissing Stan in the process. Although we have been best buds for over 15 years we have never fooled around until now. It doesn’t feel odd, it feels natural in a strange sense. Jack and I have been together for almost 10 yrs. now, and over that time Stan has always been around, spending as much time at our house, as his place. Traveling together, hanging out, the three of us click on so many levels. How we have never crossed this line before is amazing. Hell, Jack and I have even talked about it a few times. Jack has always thought Stan was a hot man. And the sexual banter the two of them have had over the years came naturally and easily. They flirted like high school crushes any way.

    Back to the task at hand, my husband’s big dick and getting him to nut once again. With Stan still giving him what must be a grade” A” blow job, a slink lower between his legs, raising his big nuts out of the way and lash my tongue against his hairy ass crack. His hips buck up about a foot off the bed, but Stan never loses his pace. I raise Jack’s left leg up off the bed and place my face in that sweet muscle ass of his and dive in.

    Once I get his round cheeks parted I dive my tongue in deep. His entire body arches off the bed. His heels and his head bridging the entire mass of his frame, he places his hand on the back of Stan’s head and starts to unload deep down his gullet. I can feel Jack’s ass tighten around my tongue and hear the growls and grunts. When Jack empties his big nuts and calms down, I feel Stan reach for my face, bringing me up to meet his lips and then shares the delicious huge load in his mouth with me. We slip it back and forth, sharing the taste of my husband’s warm cum mixed in with our mouthful of each other’s saliva. When we finally swallow our part of the load, I look down and see the largest smile on my man’s face there could be.

    “I will give the two of you about 5 hours to stop playing around like this” Jack laughs out loud. “You two studs are fucking hot”.

    I reach over and stroke Stan’s rock hard dick. The weight, length and girth in my hand is impressive. And on his lean hard smaller frame, the size is even more of a surprise. “Hey babe, what are we going to do about this huge bone here?” I ask my other half. “I am not sure what you are going to do with it, but I damn sure know what I want to do with it”. He gets on all fours and backs his huge bubble butt close to Stan, looks over his shoulders, “Climb on, go for a ride in Daddy” and flexes his round ass on the length of Stan’s big dick.

    Stan’s eyes are as huge as saucers in disbelieve, but his cock flexes and jerks at the mere thought of tagging that huge slab of muscle ass in front of him now. I lay across his back with my face close to Stan’s dick I use both of my hands and fill the big guys ass full of lube, and rub a generous amount on Stan’s big cock, “I can’t wait till you feel what he can do to a dick in there” I tell Stan, “enjoy yourself buddy” and I slap the round globe of muscle as I sit back and watch.

    When Stan enters Jack’s ass, the room heats up by ten degrees. I see a look of lust wash over his face as his dick gets settled in and finds it way around the inside of my studs hole. The pace is steady and slow allowing them both to get the feel for the other. Jack’s words are more rumbles and groans mixed in with “fuck me with that big dick” coming out in guttural sounds mixed among the incoherent utterances.

    “You like that big dick don’t ya big guy” I ask my happy man.

    “You have no idea what he is doing to me, it is fucking awesome” he manages to spit out.

    Without warning, Stan speeds up to a full on power fuck, thrusting deep, hard, side to side and in full control of the man twice his size on the end of his dick. He reaches his left arm way up under Jack’s left hip, and in a move that had to been seen to believe, he tosses 215 lbs. of gym the rat, from all fours position over to his back never losing his rhythm or pace in his ass. Jack ends up with on his back and one leg flung over Stan’s shoulder turned sideways with Stan powering his hole from side entry angle.

    “Jason” Stan says between ragged breathes and thrusts, “you are one lucky stud to have this for a sex toy” and gives Jack’s ass a loud solid slap. “I have been drooling over this piece of ass for 10 years, and this was worth the wait.” He pushes the leg over his shoulder out flat, and raises to one knee and one foot. His entire torso is tearing up my man from the inside out.

    “This is the hottest fucking thing I have ever seen” I tell them both as I lay back and watch the two of them fuck like porn stars.

    Before long I see Stan’s entire body convulse, every muscle is firing and flexing. He throws his head back and comes to a complete stop buried all the way in. The sound from his throat is almost scary, loud rumble and deep as he unloads and fills Jack’s willing hole with his seed.

    Jack reaches behind and holds Stan firmly, “stay in me baby. Keep that huge dick buried right there”. He reaches over to my cock, then swallows it whole. His tongue laps all the way down to my nuts and I empty my overdue load as deep down his throat as I can and shoot.

    It takes about ten minutes for us to come back to earth after that incredible romp. Jack again has both big arms wrapped around us tight, not about to let either of us go. Stan is the first to break the silence, “so what now? You two know this could get weird. But damn that was the hottest sex I have ever had.”

    Jack looks over at me, I nod my silent approval and he tells Stan, “I think we take a shower, fix some dinner and go a few more rounds, if you two are game?”

    Stan rubs his hand across Jack’s huge pex, reaches across to me, pulls my face closer to him, “Thank you” and kisses me softly with tenderness and passion.


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  • Shower Seduction

    For several weeks, I had been observing the routine in our army barracks, and had found the chance I was looking for to be alone with a fellow soldier I was friendly with. His name was Tim. He didn’t suspect I was gay, but I had that excited feeling when I was with him that my advances might not be unwelcome. I had to find out, so I made a plan.

    I had discovered that our barracks, the two-story open-bay type with sleeping cubicles, was dark and deserted every Friday night from about eight o’clock to midnight, when those who had not taken off for home for the weekend started drifting back from town after drinking and hoping to get their rocks off.

    Tim and I had sometimes gone into town together on Friday evenings. This time, however, I told him that since we never had enough money, and since the night life didn’t pick up until around 11 o’clock, we should play it smart, take a nap until 10 o’clock, shower, dress and then go into town. Tim agreed.

    At 9:30 PM, well rested and ready to put my plan to work, I came down from my second-floor bunk, naked with a towel slung over my shoulder, carrying my shaving kit. It was difficult to keep from getting an erection. I was excited with my plan, but couldn’t let Tim sense what I had in mind. I had to appear casual, make everything seem normal.

    He was still sleeping, a light sheet covering his naked body to mid-chest. His swimmer’s body was lithe and trim, tanned and firm. He was lying on his back and I saw the sharp outlines of a hard-on under the sheet. It looked huge. My mouth went dry. But I kept my wits, leaned over him, placed a hand on his chest and shook him gently.

    “Tim,” I said softly, “its time to get going. Come on.” I smiled down into his handsome face.

    “Oh, Jack, its you.” he said, stretching. “I was just having a nice dream.” He yawned and smiled up at me, pushing the sheet downward slightly but not far enough to uncover the erection.

    “Yeah, I hope you have been,” I grinned. “Come on. I’ll meet you in the shower room,” I said as I turned and headed out of the cubicle, not wanting him to notice that my cock was beginning to show signs of independent life. I slipped my towel around my waist and walked down to the latrine at the end of the hallway. I went over to one of the sinks lining one wall and simply waited till Tim got there. For my plan to work, I had to get him to enter the narrow shower room ahead of me.

    The squeaky door swung open noisily and Tim came in rubbing an eye with a lazy motion of his fist. He smiled at me. He had knotted a towel loosely at his waist and it drooped like a limp flag revealing the dark line of hair from his navel downward on his flat abdomen, spreading wide until hidden by the towel which tented outward at the crotch from the fullness of his not yet limp cock.

    We both brushed our teeth, but I took more time than he did and finally he said, “I’m going to take a shower now, Jack.”

    “OK, I’ll join you in a moment,” I said through a mouthful of toothpaste. My plan was working.

    Tim untied his towel and flipped it onto a hook beside the doorway of the shower room. His back was to me and I watched as he moved gracefully into the small, narrow shower room. He had wide shoulders, with a tapering back and narrow waist above a firm, full ass and straight, muscular legs. He selected the fourth of eight shower-heads aligned on one of the long walls of the narrow room and stood to one side to adjust the spray and temperature of the shower. Then he ducked his head into the water and began showering.

    Quickly, I snatched off my towel, hung it next to his and leapt into the room before he could get the water off of his face, open his eyes and see my developing erection. With my back to him I took the second shower head, close to the doorway, and adjusted the spray, getting wet at the same time. Then I faced Tim, moving so that my back was to the doorway and my left leg was in the water spray but my feet were wide apart so that my body was out of the spray and blocking the lane to the door. Tim didn’t realize it, but he would have to push me aside if he suddenly decided to leave the shower.

    I began soaping up my body, creating lots of lather, moving slowly. Tim began watching, as I knew he would. He seemed to like watching me. I smiled, and began a slow circling motion on my right breast, pinching the nipple.

    Unconsciously, Tim began lathering his own chest, stepping out of the spray and facing me as he did so. I lathered one armpit, so did he. Then the other; he followed suit. With both hands fully lathered, I slid them down my chest and rubbed my stomach and abdomen, careful not to touch my crotch. It was taking real concentration to keep from becoming fully erected, but my cock was in that sexy, puffed-up stage, hanging long, looking big but not threatening. Tim’s hands were following every one of my movements as if I were controlling them. His eyes followed my every gesture, but were lingering now and then on my growing cock. His cock was beginning to redden and expand, too, and once it looked like he might grab his cock with a soapy hand, but he caught himself and continued to follow my lead.

    Avoiding my crotch, my hands lathered my thighs and, rather than lifting my legs one at a time to soap them up, I leaned way forward toward Tim, covering the intent of the movement with lathering motions on my shins and calves. While bent over, my head a few feet from Tim’s stomach, I stared boldly right at his hardening cock without any pretense.

    “You’ve got a big one,” I said, twisting my face up to his, grinning at him with a boyish smirk, knowing the effect of my smile, then returning to my lewd study of his cock. He moved his hands downward as if to cover himself but then boldly lathered his thighs instead.

    Then he, too, bent forward, lathering his legs. I straightened up, letting him get a good look at my now almost fully erect cock, before I grabbed it lightly and covered it with lots of lather, making it appear less naked and insistent, not hidden but safe.

    “Gee,” he said, straightening up, “you’ve got a hard-on, too. I can’t keep mine down, Jack. Guess I shoulda beat off earlier.” He looked flustered but was displaying a perfectly straight standing, very thick, cut cock, now bright red against the white soapy lather covering the rest of the front of his hard body. The glans of his penis was not yet fully engorged with blood, but I could see his pulse-beat in the rhythm of the straining cock.

    “I know how you feel,” I said, glad now that I had put my plan into action early, before Tim had had a wet dream or awoke to jack off. I turned sideways, letting the shower spray rinse the soap off, giving Tim a full view of my now throbbing, hard cock with its big balls up tight against the large cockbase, the cock hair plastered down by the water spray. “I jack off all the time, and I’m horny as a rabbit right now,” I said. “Do you beat your meat much?” I asked, a broad, innocent smile on my lips.

    “Christ, Jack, I’ve been jacking off three time a day since I was 12,” he said, grinning back at me, “Since I’ve been in the army, it’s been hell trying to find the privacy to do it. Half the time I’m so horny I don’t know what I’m doing. Looks like you’re in the same boat.”

    While he was talking I had taken hold of my cock firmly, turned to face him, again standing out of the water spray, feet wide apart. “You’re right, Tim, and I’ve jacked off at least as often, if not more, since I was 12,” I said quietly, beginning a slow movement of my hand up the shaft of my cock as he watched, “and right now I don’t give I damn, I’m going to jerk off here.” I let my hand move slowly down the rigid shaft, careful not to go too fast, letting him take it all in. “Want to join me?” I whispered with a grin.

    He rinsed the lather off his body without taking his eyes off of my cock and my slowly jerking tight grip. He saw the deep red mushroom head loom above my fist, completely engorged, ready for action. He faced me, stepping halfway towards me, planting his feet like mine, wide apart, his cock hardly waving from the motion, it had grown so stiff. With some hesitation, his hand slowly wrapped its long fingers knowingly around the heat of his beautiful meat.

    “I don’t know, Jack,” he said. “If someone comes back…” his voice trailed off, but his hand started moving slowly up the length of his shaft and the cockhead had engorged to become even larger than my own. A sparkling, large drop of pre-cum glistened in the indentation of the slit on the large, well-contoured cockhead. His knees bent slightly, his pelvis tilted forward, the cock in his hand moving upward, pointed toward my face. He was aiming it at me. He was ready.

    “Tim,” I whispered, as I continued the slow, even rate of my own jack off, leading the pace for him in the mutual  masturbation we now both wanted, “don’t worry at all. I’ve checked, and double checked, and there’s no one in the barracks tonight except you and me, so we won’t get interrupted.” I grinned and picked up the tempo, thrusting my crotch towards him and aiming the cockhead at his face as he watched with narrowing eyes, caught up in the seduction. “Besides,” I breathed huskily, “I’m so close to shooting a load from watching you stroke that heavy meat of yours, that I’ll come before you know it.”

    “Yeah,” he breathed out slowly, “I know what you mean. I don’t know if I’ve ever been so hot. I’ve never seen another hard-on besides my own before now, but here I am watching a man pump a beauty with me. Showing off mine to you. Beating to the rhythm of your jack-off.” He was matching my faster pace now. “Wow,” he sighed, “this is great.” The droplet of pre-cum had grown much larger and now started rolling forward off of the glans. The thick syrup dribbled slowly from his cockhead toward the floor. The upbeat movement of his hand caught the stringy bead in mid-air, coating part of his fist. He dribbled more and more. I watched, fascinated, then glanced down at my own cock to enjoy the pleasure I was giving myself and saw that my fist too was glistening with the heavy flow of pre-cum from my fully expanded, shining red cockhead.

    I was close to coming. I knew he was too. I wanted to squat down and take that giant dick in my mouth, to savor the virgin cum of this robust soldier, to lap at the tight hairy balls bouncing in front of me to the rhythm of the beat, but I kept to my plan. I knew Tim would be put off by any movement that he didn’t initiate or invite. He knew his body well. He knew how to bring himself off without intrusion from me. He was now finding out how much pleasure jacking off with a friend could be, and I was savoring the same enjoyment, watching and admiring him, a natural talent at cock play and at cock watching, with impressive equipment for breath-taking display.

    So I shuffled forward noticeably, bringing us closer. Tim, hypnotized, did the same as if in a ritual dance, narrowing the distance between our cockheads to several inches. We were the same height. We leaned forward, our cocks almost touching, but not quite; our pumping hands lightly touching when at the top of the stroking action on the cocks. The closeness enabled us to study both cocks at the same time without missing anything. We both seemed to be trying to get the tips of our cocks to touch together without interference to the steady stroking.

    I was rubbing my chest and pinching my hard nipples, as he was doing, but I reached out my free hand and firmly grasped the roundness of his hip as though for support. Bingo. His free hand grasped my hip with equal firmness, with no hesitation. Our knees touched, improving the steadiness of our stance.

    In that same instant, we both looked up from watching our two cocks being pumped in unison. Our eyes met and held. “Oh, Jack, I’m coming,” Tim hissed, then gasped for air as the full strength of his orgasm overtook him.

    A spurt of cum from his exploding cock hit me hard under the chin. Then a second spurt hit with the same force in almost the same spot above my Adam’s apple.

    “God, that did it,” I managed to force out, as my breath was pressed out and sucked back in with the urgency of my own climax. My cock shot out six wild heavy spurts in quick succession almost like one long stream, covering Tim’s bare chest where I was aiming.

    Tim’s subsequent spurting of eight more big globs of semen hit my chest with amazing force. Then he dropped his hand from his still erupting cock and his cock pushed against the back of my hand. I dropped my hand immediately from my cock and our two cocks pushed together, still spewing hot white liquid. I put the newly freed hand on his other hip and, stretching forward with my pelvis, crushed our cocks together. Both his hands stretched around me, kneading my ass muscles as I finished coming, drawing us tightly together. I slid my hands around to his ass and duplicated the kneading pressure on his round, tense,muscular ass cheeks.

    We collapsed together, heads resting on each other’s shoulders as we both gasped for breath, our chests beating together in a slippery contact as sperm oozed downwards. I leaned my head and neck back without breaking the rest of our body to body embrace, took a finger and wiped a huge glob of cum off of my neck. With a flourish and a big smile, I slurped the glob into my mouth, licked my finger lasciviously, and laughed, saying “Oowee, that was fantastic!” We were still linked together, our softening cocks still pressed tight upon one another.

    Tim looked shocked. “Jack, that was MY cum you just swallow…,” he couldn’t finish the word, his look changing to amazement.

    “What the fuck,” I laughed, grinning like a happy cat. “What’s the difference? I’ve tasted my own cum before, haven’t you? Yours tastes almost the same. Maybe better!” I laughed hard, disarming him. “Did you ever taste yours?” I asked, backing away from him and into the shower spray, making a big show of beginning to lather up again.

    He turned on the showerhead right next to mine, and hesitated before stepping into the spray, ignoring the running shower behind him he had started with. The simple act of moving closer to me excited me. I watched him scoop up some of the mixed warm juice on his washboard belly with the same finger I had used to taste his come. He looked at the glob, and then at me. I grinned and winked. He looked puzzled but curious. He wanted one decision, but slowly he reached out into the spray and washed his hands. He immediately fell into the imitation of my washing movements without thinking about it, lathering up again. He wanted to talk.

    “Yeah, I tried my cum. It’s okay, I mean, I like it and all, but…” he trailed off, using the water spray to cover his head and stop his talking. But his head popped out of the spray and he grinned at me, saying, “Jack, that was great! I never thought something could be that terrific. I don’t think it’ll ever be topped. Whew-ee!,” and laughed hard, the sound echoing in the shower room.

    Without smiling, I looked calmly at him and said, “Oh, I don’t know. Sometime I might just surprise you. Jacking off is great, but there are other things that can be exciting, too.” I was turned toward him again, still in the spray, letting the cool water reinvigorate me.

    Moving out of the spray again, I placed my feet wide apart, facing him, my cock hanging heavy between my open legs. He followed suit, facing me, much closer than before, his red meat still full, almost ready, used but far from finished for the night. I started washing and lathering my balls and my cock, all around my crotch, running my hands well under my large balls, stretching backward and washing my ass and running my hands well between my hard asscheeks, cleaning my asshole. His every move followed mine, exactly.

    While I was rinsing off, he asked, “What do you mean, Jack? Things like what?” There was concern in his voice. “I don’t want to get into trouble….” His voice trailed off again as he watched me.

    And he was watching me very carefully, as I came out of the rinse and started to lather up my cock. Just my cock. Skinning it back. Using both hands to hold and lather it. Working it. Bringing it back to life. Squeezing it, forcing blood into the big head. Breathing life back into it with the pretext of lathering it up. Having fun with it. Showing it off to Tim. Letting him admire it, watch it grow, lengthen, harden and stand up proudly, looking back at him with one great eye.

    “What trouble,” I laughed. “I told you, no one will be around for hours, and we’ll be finished with this great shower long before then.” I reached over and gave him a friendly shove, causing him to fall under the water spray and rinse the lather off, rubbing my hand roughly up and down his arm before drawing it back.

    But I kept lathering my now completely erect cock, playing with it openly and exclusively. He faced me and started playing with his own cock, milking it, squeezing it, feeling it up the way he knew he would get it hard again. He grinned. “We’re gonna do it again, right away, aren’t we?” he asked excitedly. “I can come twice in a row easily,” he laughed. “Sometimes even more than twice.” He was getting into it, but still following my lead. I was keeping the pace slow and sensual, caressing and loving, waiting for the tension to rebuild in him.

    Like before, I turned sideways to him and let the spray wash off the soap from my cock, which looked even larger and angrier now, urgent for more action. I posed for Tim, letting him watch the spraying water hit my cock making it bounce against my hard abdomen, my squirming balls still tight against the broad base of my cock. Then, still watching my cock, he slowly turned toward the shower, showing me the profile pose of his lithe, supple body with its oversize proud-standing cock throbbing alone against the spray, untouched.

    “Umm, that looks clean enough to eat,” I whispered to him, leaning over, staring directly at his cock, grabbing his ass as though trying to keep my balance. I straightened up, moving closer, keeping contact with his ass, spreading my feet wide, standing with my rigid cock in my hand slowly stroking it, watching his reaction.

    He looked startled, then grinned. “You sort of did eat it, Jack, remember? But don’t get funny or I’ll…” he stopped, not knowing if he really wanted to continue, wondering what to say, but turning to face me, spreading his thighs open wide, tilting his pelvis forward, and resuming the sensuous masturbation.

    “Hey, I remember,” I said with a grin, “how can I forget? But don’t hold it against me,” pausing, “or I WILL eat it!” Laughing, I said, “Is that funny enough for you?” He couldn’t help it, he laughed with me, never missing a matching stroke on his cock. I watched the cockhead expanding to its largest, meatiest greatness, a gleaming purple-red beacon. A new drop of pre-cum glistened in the slit. I leaned down toward it, then looked up at him, leering.

    “It really does look good enough to eat, man,” I sighed. He didn’t back away but watched me intently. For the first time his fist started moving faster than mine. He was getting very hot again.

    I squatted down between his legs, letting go of my cock, both my hands massaging his outer thighs, breathing hard through my mouth in my excitement. I wanted him to feel my hot breath on his pumping hand and rigid cock, to intensify the closeness of my lips to his cock.

    “Shit!” he whispered urgently, “what are you doing?” He didn’t back off. His gripping hand pushed to the base of his cock, pointing the large organ at my mouth. He gasped as he watched my tongue ease out from between my pursed lips, inches from his cockhead. My pointed tongue waved tauntingly in the space between us, not moving forward. The next move had to be his.

    He didn’t disappoint either of us. With pre-cum oozing faster, the space between his cock and my tongue was tantalizingly narrowed as he eased his pelvis forward, shuffling his feet again in that sexy dance. He made contact! His hot cock pushed gently against my hot, firm tongue. I backed away slightly, drawing a long string of beading pre-cum through the air between tongue and cock, forcing him to have the full awareness that we had connected, that his cum was on my tongue. I pulled my tongue in and licked my lips. I glanced up at him and said, “Man!” in a hushed voice. He closed his eyes momentarily and let out a sigh.

    Still holding the base of his cock, his eyes narrow slits, his other hand reached out and rested gently but firmly on my head, giving support as he raised up onto the balls of his feet to offer me the cock I had planned so long to conquer.

    My tightly pursed lips kissed the cockhead. “At last,” I thought. I sucked on the cum-slit, drawing out a large quantity of pre-cum. My tongue flicked out and wrapped quickly around the glans, causing Tim to gasp loudly. My tongue swirled around the glans. My lips sucked forward and the entire fat glans, hard as a ripe giant plum, smacked noisily into my mouth. My tongue kept up its swirling around the sensitive cockhead.

    “Oh, god, Jack. I can’t believe this. It feels so good,” Tim sighed. Then he gave another loud gasp as I pushed gently but relentlessly forward, slowly forcing the hard cock down my throat, inch by thick inch, taking my time, enjoying the fullness of the steely shaft in my throat, until finally my nose rested in the pubic hair at the base. My tongue flicked out and lapped at Tim’s giant balls. He moaned. His cock expanded, but I knew he was not yet ready to come. He wanted this to last. So did I, and I had seen to it by getting him to shoot that first quick load with me in the mutual jack off. His pelvis started thrusting forward in short jerking motions. I loved it. I hoped it would last, but I wanted his cum in my mouth. My own cock was throbbing wildly. My hands caressed Tim’s ass, urging his forward thrusts.

    Then I reminded myself to follow the plan, and I pulled off. Sucking and slurping loudly, I backed slowly up and off of the magnificent shaft. I eased up, pulling myself steady by using my grip on his ass. My cock caught under his balls and straightened out between us. He had wanted to say “Don’t stop” but the sudden contact of my cock and his balls left him speechless. He stopped his pleading look into my eyes and stared down at my cock in disbelief. It popped up from under his balls and slapped loudly against my belly.

    My loud laugh broke his trance. He grinned at me. “Wow!” he said ardently. “This isn’t real. I never…” he stopped again, this time from the sudden awareness that my cock was now in his hand. My hands were on his shoulders, resting but secure. We stared deeply into each other’s eyes.

    He broke the stare by looking down at my hot cock throbbing in his tight grasp. He pulled the skin upward, partially covering the glans. Slowly he uncovered it again, pushing the skin down toward my balls. He was fascinated. My cockhead looked huge, a large pearl of pre-cum shining at the tip. His knees seemed to go weak.

    Glancing up at me with a shy grin, and encouraged by my steady, calm smile, feeling free to make his own choice, he slowly lowered himself downward, putting his other hand on my ass to guide and balance his descent. Squatting, he watched as his hand slowly jacked my massive organ. I could see the awe in his expression. He knew he was being offered a once in a lifetime opportunity, a cock he could play with or not, do what he wanted to do with or do nothing, to jack it or even suck it. I remained motionless waiting for his decision.

    His tongue wiped quickly across his lips. I almost came. Uncontrollably, my knees shuttered and my pelvis lurched forward. The gesture was clear to him. I wanted the touch of his tongue on my cock, and I wanted it now. His hand pushed downward on my cock, causing the cockhead to point directly at his mouth, inches from it. From my view above him, I could see my straight flesh pointing at his mouth, pulsating. Below it, I could see his rock hard erection standing strongly between his squatting legs, pulsing invitingly, shiny with my spit in the lights of the warm shower room.

    Slowly I felt the growing pressure of his hand on my ass as he urged me towards him. I watched the gap narrowing. Suddenly, his tongue darted out, completing the connection. I felt its heat on my cock. He could feel the heat of my cock on his tongue. The contact of his tongue on my cock increased as he moved his head forward, pushing the tongue down along the underside of the shaft as his lips came into contact with the fleshy cockhead. I watched as my pre-cum coated the disappearing tongue. His lips sucked my cockhead into his fiery hot mouth. His tongue swirled around the glans, feeling its size, its smoothness, and its heat, dipping into the large wet slit, making love to it.

    My cock throbbed. It oozed. He could taste the cum, sense its approaching release into his virgin mouth. It seemed to enflame his determination. He started sucking the rigid shaft of the organ, slowly drawing more of it into his mouth, then backing away, then more again. He understood going too fast would be difficult and less pleasurable, so he persisted with great strength and vigor, drawing more and more of the cock into his suctioning hot mouth. My legs weakened and almost buckled, pulling my cock back, but Tim never lessened contact nor diminished the energetic sucking.

    This was better than my wildest dreams or frequent, stroking daydreams. I watched in amazement as his head, bobbing slowly up and down, captured more and more of the thick cock. Eventually, I felt the cockhead penetrate into his rough throat. I couldn’t believe it. Few had been able to take that much of my cock down into his throat. Usually, it was a hand beating my shaft while lips sucked the plump tip for its nectar. Not Tim! He was doing everything he could to give me the pleasure I had given him. He steadily pursued his goal with obvious relish and the skill that comes of loving the job.

    My orgasm was near. Sucking in air, I leaned over his head and massaged his neck muscles. “Tim,” I whispered hoarsely, “you’d better stop. Christ, that feels so great I can’t hold back, I’m about to shoot off into you mouth.”

    His only reaction was to increase the speed of the bobbing head on my cock and to pull my body in closer, locking me tightly in his strong arms. I felt my cock slide the final inch or two into his throat and his nose press against my pubic bone into the scratchy hair. He exhaled loudly, blowing onto my balls with hot breath. My cock throbbed in ecstasy, my breath came in loud gasps. Tim backed off all of the way, inhaling loudly, his lips tightly suctioning.

    A hand was playing with my ass, I suddenly realized, and fingers were plying their way between the cheeks seeking my asshole. Tim’s middle finger found its goal and began rubbing and circling, pressing and pushing. It entered a fraction of an inch, just barely peeking into the virgin territory, but it put me over the brink.

    The first tremendous shot of cum filled his mouth, as his tongue lashed my cockhead. I cried out. His tongue lashed again and another blast of cum coated it. He swallowed, took a quick breath and, using the lubricating semen as an aid, slid my cock down his throat quickly to the base and swallowed. Four jolts of cum splattered him deep in the throat. He backed up, sucking out more as he did so. He kept his mouth on the tip now, trying to capture as much of the cum as possible in his mouth. I think I counted six more spurts of cum. His sucking slowed as his mouth filled again with my hot cum. He looked up. I was now looking down at him in sheer amazement. Somehow, I was able to see a grin on his face as he kept the cockhead in his mouth and, looking me in the eye, made an obvious swallowing motion. His eyes closed in pure pleasure. His mouth opened, gasped for air and dove down the shaft to its base in a slippery smooth glide, sucking hard as it went. I shuddered and almost collapsed on top of him. The final weak spurts were drained from the cock as he drew back, sucking on the tip. He didn’t swallow, but he continued to suck on the tip until I had to pull back, laughing and hooting.

    “Wait. God! Enough, I can’t take any more. Jeez, let up,” I exclaimed, trying to keep my voice low, but wanting to yell out. My cock popped out of his mouth, still throbbing and stiff, coated with sperm and spit, sucked dry. He gazed admiringly at it.

    I grabbed him under the shoulders and pulled him up to me. We stared into each other’s eyes again. This time I could see something that hadn’t been there before. The word “joy” ran through my mind. He was happier than he’d ever been. He loved sucking my cock and I loved feeding it to him.

    As he straightened up and we leaned together for support, him from working hard for the load, and me from giving him the best orgasm of my life, I felt our cocks bump and throb together. I pushed my hips forward and felt his hot cock pulsate. He leaned back, a look of shock in his eyes.

    “Jack. I’m going to come!” he blurted out with surprise.

    I zipped downward and smoothly sucked the cock into my mouth. Not considering his reaction to how expert at cocksucking I might be, I pushed downward until the length of the giant shaft was in to the hilt. Once. I backed up, and pushed all the way down again. Twice. And finally, slowly, sucking hard, a last push down to the base and a swallow and I felt the first sharp jolt of cum shooting up through the thick shaft and entering my throat.

    “Jack, Jack,” he whispered. I backed off, holding the shooting cockhead in my mouth catching the next five huge spurts of cum, the first so strong that it blasted into the back of my throat almost choking me. There was so much that I had to swallow most of it, but caught the next three big spurts before the orgasm subsided into a series of small jolts timed to the contractions of his pumping ass. I deep-throated the cock again and pulled Tim to me as he had done and held on until all spasms stopped and Tim had to beg to be released. I backed off, gave the head a last swipe with my tongue and let the big cock plop loudly out of my full mouth.

    Grinning, I stood up. He smirked at me and I pulled him to me, his hot lips grinding into mine. His mouth opened, and I felt a trickle of my own sperm against my lips. He had saved some. I opened my mouth and a gusher of his semen mixed with mine on our lips, his eyes opening widely. His tongue lapped into my mouth, mine then pushed into his. We sucked, and kissed, and swallowed.

    We looked at each other. “Wow!” we whispered in unison, and then giggled like two happy kids who hadn’t got caught with their hands in the cookie jar.

    “I can’t wait till the next shower,” Tim laughed.

    Licking my lips, and with a big grin, I asked, “Why wait?”

  • A New Life

    A Week in Manchester

    That had been one hell of a torrid night.  It was now nearly five in the morning and Don’s secretary was due to arrive in an hour.  I needed to shower before I set off for work. Kissing Don on the lips and thanking him for the most wonderful night, I reluctantly left him.  

    When I arrived home Laura was still not up so I took my shower and waited for her to come down.  Her first question to me was to ask me what I had been doing last night.  I lied to her.  I said that I had met up with Don to discuss what he could do for us to stop Hans becoming a nuisance.  We had talked until it was quite late and Don had suggested that I sleep on the settee in his office.

    Laura did not think more of this.  She had seen nothing during the dinner party which would have led her to suspect that Don was anything but heterosexual.  I did not dissuade her from this believe.

    I was shattered at work having only had two hours interrupted sleep.  Luckily I had already done my preparations, for the course, I was due to deliver in Manchester.  It was a small group of six analysts and it was the introductory course that they would be doing.  I did not expect this to be problematic and I was hoping to be able to spend a lot of my time there with Don.

    While I sat on my desk I tried to rationalise why I always seemed to feel guilty after a sexual encounter.   It was not as if it bothered Laura she was pleased to leave me to my own pleasures while she enjoyed hers.  It was not the fact that I was bisexual either, as she always admitted to being very turned on by my accounts of my encounters with other men.

    As to the rest of my family, I did not love them any less, because of my homosexual inclinations.  Quite the opposite I seemed closer to them now than I had been before.   I was just as determined to protect them and provide for them.

    I had the right to do with my body as I wanted provided it did not physically hurt anybody else doing so.  I could not account for peoples prejudices.  If they had something against homosexuality that was their problem not mine.

    I thought back to my teenage years.  I remembered the many occasions when I would hide a magazine in my bedroom in which I had seen an advert for body building.  I would wait impatiently for an opportunity to be in my room on my own without my parents suspecting anything.  When it came I would feel very nervous and my excitement would grow until I finally opened the page of the skimpily clad muscular  beauty of a man.  My body would tingle  all over and my penis would get really hard.    At the beginning I did not know how to relieve the pressure and ended up waking up in the middle of the night as a result of a wet dream.  

    I used to get so embarrassed that I hid my soiled pyjamas amongst the clothes to be washed, in the hope that my mother would not notice the sticky substance deposited across the front of my pyjama bottoms.  

    Later I discovered that I could get second hand magazines packed with nude men from the local corner shop which sold them as a sideline.  I usually tried to hide one amongst the second hand comics which he also sold.  I would tell him that I had five comics and he would accept my word and charge me accordingly.  I felt so elated when I was able to smuggle one out without him  noticing.  That magazine would last me for weeks, and by the time I had finished, their bodies was as familiar to me as was my own.

    What I did not realise was that the shop owner was fully aware of my deceit right from the beginning.  He continued to let me do this for many weeks, but one day he called me back into his shop and told me that he knew what I was hiding with my comics.  I was terrified that he would tell my parents, but he assured me that this would remain our secret.  Now that he knew how much I loved those magazines he would in future save them for me.

    As to how I funded my habit at that age. I was very resourceful.  I was able to save all my pocket money for contingencies.  As to the cost of the magazines let me just say that I had a particular talent for writing the stories that my school mates wanted to read.  I had a lucrative business going, selling stories which were personalised for the person I was writing for.  The erotic stories paid the best and I was often able to sell several copies of the same novella.  I was never short of customers.

    I made far more money than I could spend and the cost of the magazines kept on going down.  At the end I had proved such a good customer that I was able to get them for a special price.  

    I have to protect the innocent and as I said I was very resourceful.

    That is not to say that I was not excited by pictures of scantily clad women but the thrill and danger that those men gave me surpassed any excitement I got from looking at Playboy as my male school friends did.  I loved the well oiled bodies and the perfect pecs which each of these men had.   I would lie in my bed feeling weak an  shivery, and longed to be able to touch them.  I never told any of my school friends about this. It was far too valuable a secret to share with anyone else.

    If I had not been born into a community that so vilified homosexuality perhaps  I would know not be considering myself as a bisexual.  I might have been true to myself and followed the thrills and passions of being a homosexual.  I was too much of a coward scared to admit to myself and others  what was really important to me.  All those years wasted in total denial of my true feelings.  As much as I was excited by the female form so much more was I excited by the strength, power and sensitivity of men.

    I would be committing a grave injustice to myself if I continued to allow others to decide for me the path I should follow.  Men excite me in a way that women could not.  As I have been able to see in the last few months I ignore all fears when I abandon myself into the hands of men.  Something which I have never ever been able to do with women.  See my restraint in getting involved  that night when Laura gave herself in the park.  My reticence at not taking advantage of Christina and my timidity in making love to Sandra.  

    Compare that to my pain when being ignored by Frederick,  my willingness to go out with the group of lads knowing full well what the outcome would be, and that delirious night of complete sexual abandonment at the hands of all those men some of which I had at first not really found that attractive.  The excitement was addictive and for my own pleasure I would have not denied any of them the use of my body.  I had wanted every single one of them and I take full responsibility and blame for all the men that have used me.  It was me that did the using, and I take the full blame for wantonly throwing myself at them.

    Later that evening at home I again lied to Laura.  I told her that the room I was using for the following weeks training was one that I was not familiar with.  I needed to go up on the Saturday to make sure that I had everything I needed before the start of the course on Monday.  The truth was that one day on I was missing Don, and could not wait to be in bed with him.

    I said to Laura that I would be driving up to Manchester by myself.  The reality was that I was going to leave the car parked in a local business area from where Don was going to pick me up so that we could drive up together.  

    I had already packed the underwear that I had bought for the special occasion.  This had not been cheap but I had a mixture of well known Aussie and US pants.  The more exotic ones left my backside exposed by including strapping not just round the waist but that came diagonally from the front and wrapped around the top of my legs.  I thought I looked sexy,  but more importantly they left my bottom totally exposed and ready to be taken.

    I also made it a point of wearing my several bracelets and chains.  I wore my Versace stainless steel bicycle chain bracelet, together with my leather Thomas Sabo, and my thick silver ID tag bracelet with my name etched on it.  In my left wrist I wore my Tag watch.  The two chains around my neck had an array of Thomas Sabo and Links charms which highlighted the wickedness of my nature.  I made sure that I wore and took with me the clothes which would make these very visible.  

    Laura remarked if I was hoping to get very lucky this week as she was well aware of Manchester’s reputation of an active gay community.  She kissed me on the lips and smiling wished me a safe journey telling me to have a good week.  

    After I said good bye to the kids I made my way to the rendezvous point.  My excitement was palpable. 

    Don was waiting behind the steering wheel of his car when I arrived.  Taking my case and placing it in the boot of his car I sat beside him on the passenger seat.  He made no attempt to move so I leaned over and holding his chin turned his face towards me.  I then gave him the kiss that I had been waiting to give him since we departed that Friday morning.  My tongue priced his lips open and I was all over him.  As I was snogging him three work men passed by the side of the car and as I looked up to them they were staring in amazement.  My eyes smiled at them and I continued to embarrass Don by exploring his tonsils.

    He eventually was able to release himself from my hold and saying that we had a long journey in front of us set off.

    On the way up he told me that he had written a letter to Hans in one of his partnership’s letter headed paper.  In it he politely told him that I had made it quite clear that our friendship was not too be confused with a relationship.  I had become increasingly concerned that he had misunderstood what I had said and I wanted to make it very clear to him that I was a happily married men with children and did not wish to compromise my family life.  Don politely asked him to refrain from any more contact with either me or my family as we were finding it very upsetting.  

    He ended the letter by the politest of threats which made the point that I was prepared to take legal action should it continue.

    I placed on my hand on Don’s left thigh and held it there.  By then we had already joined the M1 and we were heading towards the M6 and Birmingham.  I closed my eyes loving my situation, driving north with my male lover for the first time in my life.  I must have fallen asleep and when I woke up we had already left Birmingham behind and Don was driving into Hilton Park Services.

    He said that he needed a break and that we should get something to eat.  I needed a comfort break to.  I must have been having some very sweet dreams as I felt that the head of my penis was stuck to my hipsters and these felt wet.  I waited for Don to lock the car and as he made to move away I took his hand and held it tight all the way into the service station restaurant area.  He was embarrassed but I was proud of my partnership and wanted people to notice.  

    It was very busy and there were several coach loads of senior school children crowding the area.  Still holding his hand I turned to him and told him that I needed to use the loo.  It was so noisy that I had to raise my voice to get him to understand me.  With that I kissed him on the lips and went off.

    When I returned a few minutes later he had bought us some sandwiches and two coffees and was sitting in a small table in the corner of the cafe area.  We soon got over the small talk and since we were in a quiet and private spot Don told me that he wanted to know more about my early life.

    My dad was a banker in the city and my mum also worked full time for the civil service.  Although we were not well off I had everything I needed.  In the early years before I started school I had been cared for by a neighbour until my mum arrived back from work.  She always lived in the expectation that I was a little saint and I did nothing to dissuade her from this.  She would never believe that I was capable of doing anything wrong and firmly believe that I was a little innocent.  I tried not to give her any reason to change her opinion.  

    My dad was always late back from work and I hardly ever saw him during the week.  He would arrive after I had gone to bed.

    Weekends were glorious I enjoyed spending time with both my parents and they ensured that weekends were all spent together.  We went on many trips.  Every year we went on a holiday to somewhere hot and continental.  I loved my childhood and would not have changed any of it.

    Don then asked me what my first sexual experience was.  I told him about time spent in my rooms pouring over my magazines.  I had my favourite magazines of course.  I always had a preference for darker skin males and I treasured any magazines which included them amongst their pictures.  I always dreamt of Mediterranean types and I loved the special editions which had features on the native men of central African republic.  

    He listened politely but I got the strong impression that he was looking for something far more salacious.  I had plenty to tell him but these had remained private to me and I did not want to betray any confidences.  I also did not know him that well and I would be taking a risk with what I told him.  Not just for myself but for others I still knew who would be very vulnerable.  I have already mentioned before that I do not consider myself the innocent party in anything that I had been involved with.  Completely the opposite I had contrived situations and pursued opportunities with a single mindedness that had always led me to get what I wanted.  I have always been very mature for my age.  What follows is a good example of these.

    At a much later stage in my life at school, I had already got a place in University and finished all my exams.  I had finished at school and had nothing better to do than wait for the start of the University year in late September.  It was during this time that a friend of my parents from Australia  came to stay with us at home.  He was looking for a new home so that he could make the move back into the UK.  He was in his late thirties.  What really struck me was his very timid nature.  He was not married and showed little interest in going out.  He was happy to sit at home most of the time watching TV.  My parents did their utmost to get him to go out and often took him out with them to the pub and for meals.  They involved him as much as they could in our family life.  I think they worried at his lack of a social life and did their utmost to find potential friends for him.

    He was a perfect victim as far as I was concerned.  Much to my disappointment he had never tried anything with me despite having had the opportunity.  I was determined, and again I underline the fact, that what ever happened was entirely down to me.  Unlike the impression that my mum had of my innocence, I was far from that.

    I remember many nights at the beginning of his stay he would sit at one end of the settee while I made sure I sat on the other.  My mum was always busy but my dad had his favourite chair which was turned away from the settee facing the tele.

    At the early stages I  would lie on the coach and place my feet close to him.  As the time progressed  I got braver, and some days later I felt brave enough to press my feet against his legs.  The poor man was too embarrassed to say anything, and I used this to my advantage.  Eventually I had my feet on top of his leg.  This became the norm.

    Sometimes my mum would come in and tell me off saying that Bill was not comfortable.  He was too timid to complain and just said it was ok.  I ignored my mum and she would never have suspected that my motives were anything other than innocent.  

    As I lay there with my feet on his legs I would move them around turning on my stomach so that my feet were now squeezed between his legs.  Making sure that my parents were not looking my feet would accidentally brush against his penis.  Bill dared not complain as  he knew this would bring the wrath of my parents on him and not on me.  

    I knew that that My parents would soon go to bed and I would be left on my own with with Bill in the front room.  Poor man what could he do.  There was no spare bedroom for him and his bed was the settee.  He had to wait there and hope that I would get tired and go to bed myself.

    Don had gone very quiet.  He had not said a word since I started my story.  He had his eyes firmly closed and was engrossed in my story.  I glanced at his crotch and noticed the most enormous bulge developing. I continued recounting my story.

    Once my parents had left the room I became more daring.  I would change my position turning round so that it was now my head resting on his legs.  I pretended to continue to watch the television as my head moved back onto his crotch.  I was now resting on his penis and in a bid to get more comfortable I would move my head around.

    I could feel his excitement growing.  His manly smells were overpowering and I could feel the strength ebb out of my body.  Eventually he could stand it no more and would make the excuse to go into the kitchen to have a cup of tea.  I did wait in hope that he would come back quickly but the poor man was terrified and hid away in the kitchen or the bathroom.  His torment went on for weeks.  

    I remember on one occasion my parents had gone next door to congratulate our neighbours  daughter at her success in being accepted to study at University.  I thought they might be a long time so on coming back from the loo instead of taking my usual position lying on the settee I sat on Bill’s lap suggesting that this was much more comfortable and I got a better view of the screen.  I scrunched my bottom around pretending to get more comfortable and I felt his penis grow on my every movement.

    My parents surprised us.  I had been so focused on what I was doing that I had not heard them come in.  Quite shocked at my childish behaviour my mum said to me that I was no longer a child to be sitting on anybody’s lap and could I not see that Bill was very uncomfortable. 

    Apologising to Bill and acting the innocent I sat back on the settee covering his embarrassment with my legs.

    Bill was finding it really hard and his visits to the pub became more frequent.  The days I went out he would stay in.  When I was in he would go out.  I would not be defeated.  This might take me a long time but I could wait.  Like a predator I waited for the perfect moment.

    Don’s bulge was growing by the second and I could see signs of a small wet patch appearing.  I looked around me to see if anybody had noticed.  Three tables away from us there was a couple in their mid thirties who were to busy looking at Don and did not see me glance in their direction.  Don would be mortified if he knew, but he could not know as his eyes were firmly closed enjoying my telling of one of my early sexual encounters.  I continued to tell my story.

    I sustained myself with a diet of magazines for several weeks each day looking for the perfect opportunity.  At long last it came.  My parents had been invited by a couple they knew well.  Earlier visits had been all nighter’s.  All Bill was told was that they would be visiting Tom and Mary and would be back later.

    That evening as I expected Bill went out and I stayed in to watch TV.  Midnight came and I was not surprised to note that he was still not back.  As planned I went into my room and changed into my shorty pyjamas.  I never wear anything under my pyjamas.  I then picked out my favourite magazine and waited for him to return.

    It must have been close to one when I heard the front door open and I heard somebody coming in.  I felt fairly sure that it was Bill but I waited for another ten minutes before making any moves.  It was like an eternity.  You can imagine how wanton I was.  The magazines had got me into a fine state of excitement and my wait had left me in desperation.  Nobody came up and I felt sure that it could not have been my parents.

    I carefully tiptoed downstairs making as little noise as possible.  My plan was to look into the sitting room without being seen so as to confirm that it was him that had come in.  The door was slightly open and I could see that he was sitting on our favourite settee asleep.  I walked into the room on my bare feet not wanting to wake him up prematurely.  As I approached him I could feel my erection getting harder.  Absolutely nothing would have prevented me from finally getting what I had wanted for many weeks.

    I could now smell the alcohol on him and this heightened my excitement.  I had worked through this sordid scenario over and over again in the past month.  My heart was beating and the fear of being caught by my parents only made the thrill even greater.  I did not have an escape plan so I prayed that I would not be caught before I was able to fulfil what I had so patiently waited for.  I had closed the door behind me, and I did not believe that they would walk into the sitting room if they thought he had returned and asleep.  

    I stood in front of him but he was still asleep and not aware of my presence.  I took my top off and then walked out of my shorts.  I was naked and ready to give myself to him.  I went up to him and without waking him up, placed my knees on the settee on either side of his legs so, that I could be facing him when he woke up.  I then lowered my bottom onto his lap and my lips brushed his.  

    I did not give him time to wake up before I pushed my tongue into his mouth.  I could taste the alcohol that he had been drinking.  My tongue was all over his mouth and my bottom was grinding on his crotch.  

    Startled by my actions he was totally unaware of what was happening.  He was shocked to find me completely naked sitting on his laps and trying to suck his tonsils.  He tried to get up but I had him pinned down.  I quickly wrapped my arms around him to prevent him from pushing me away, and continued to taste the results of his night out.  He could tell that it was going to be impossible to stop me by the noises of sheer pleasure that were coming from me.

    “For God sake boy”  he said “your parents could be walking through that door any minute now.”

    Rather smugly I responded

    “You do not have to worry on that score, they will be out all night.”

    I was like a crazed animal on heat wishing that my naked body would send him sufficient messages as to what I wanted from him.  It worked, poor Bill could fight it no longer.  His penis had worked itself into an erection and he struggled to resist.  I tried to remove his trousers and pants while still sitting on his lap.  This did not work so I got up and gave him a full view of my youthful body together with my cock standing out towards him.  It was all too much.  He must have known then that I was homosexual and desperately needed the one thing that only he could give me.  Kicking his shoes off he finally discarded his trousers and pants.  I now knew that my plan was going to work and the result was inevitable.  

    I pulled his socks off so that we could both share complete nudity.  He was enormous.  I again placed myself across his body this time with my back to him.  He tried to put his cock in my anus but the lack of lubricant made it impossible and very painful.  I told him to wait a minute an I run into the kitchen looking for the closest solution to hand.  

    I grabbed my mums bottle of extra virgin oil and run back to him.  He let me put it all over his cock and testicles.  His cock was rigid and as I rubbed the oil around it got bigger and harder.  I had never seen such a hard cock before.  I again took the missionary position but this time I held his shaft with both of my hands and directed it straight into my sex starved hole.  Holding it in position I put all my weight behind it letting it slide into my passage as I moved down towards his lap. 

    It was heavenly.  He filled me up all the way up to the top of my rectum.  His cock was throbbing against my prostrate sending me into heights of pleasure that I had never experienced before.  As he pushed up further into my rectum I pushed down to take him.  I was wild and completely out of control.  I screamed at the intense pleasure I felt having him inside me.  He moaned with pleasure telling me repeatedly how dreadfully long it had been since he had sex and how much he needed the fuck.  

    His cock was finding all the sensitive triggers in my arse, confirming what I had always thought about myself and my desire for men.  I took his hands and pulled them up to my breasts.  He cupped each in turn and squeezed them.  He made me believe I had enormous tits and the touch of his rough hands made my whole body tingle.  On noticing the way my nipples were growing he took them between his fingers and I was like jelly in his hands.

    I was soaking wet and the pre cum was dripping down my shaft and into the pelvic area.  I could tell that Bill was just about to come, and I did not think I could have waited much longer.  With a loud gasp he shot the first spurt of his load deep into my rectum.  I felt its warmth and it gave me a most sensational feeling.  By the time he spurted the second load of his orgasm I had already shot my own sperm up into the air and all over his legs and carpet.  He continued to push and pull each time filling me up with a little more of his wonderful juices.  

    When he eventually stopped I was truly filled and the thought of such a heavy load of his seed inside me made me feel wonderfully fulfilled.

    I heard Don gasp and as I looked at him he was shaking but trying desperately to control it.  His head slumped forward he continued to convulse.  I noticed that his hand was gripped around his cock in a vain attempt to stem the rich flow of sperm that he was shooting.  I looked across at the couple who had not missed a trick.  They too were enjoying Don’s predicament.  The woman caught me looking at them and as I smiled she gave me a knowing glance.

    I told Don that we should go to the toilet but he said that he was ok and that he wanted to hear the rest of my story.  

    I continued.

    It took a while for Bill to overcome his excitement but eventually he lost his stiffness and his cock dropped out of my arse.  His cock was covered in his cum and there was a steady flow of the same juices flowing out of my hole and onto his lap.  I loved it. It felt so good to have been able to seduce this man who had struggled so valiantly to prevent it.

    As I sat on his lap his hands where all over my body.  He brought his hand up to my face and I took his fingers into my mouth and licked and sucked them all.  I pressed down on his groin with my arse and feeling the wetness from his spunk I rubbed myself against his cock, groaning with pleasure as I did so.  He was getting hot again, and pushing me off his lap he took me to the side of the settee and pushed me face forward over the arm rest.  My face buried in the cushions and my bottom in the perfect position for a further onslaught of his penis I waited for him to take me again.  I could feel his spunk coming out from my bottom and dripping down the side of my legs.   

    This excited him and he was ready to fuck me again.  Taking the olive oil from the coffee table he poured its content into the crease of my bottom and looked at it making its way down the crease towards my hole.  When it got there he lifted both my legs and I felt it come into my passage and work its way down my rectum.  This was a totally new sensation for me and my body reacted accordingly.  He could see my excitement and this spurned him on to continue to pour the oil into my hole until he filled it and it overflowed all over my bottom and legs.

    I was no virgin but I loved the feel of the olive oil filling my arse and spreading across my cheeks and legs.  It continue to flow and I felt it move down my crack and in between my legs onto the leather settee.  I was covered in a mixture of oil and spunk.  

    This time he required no help.  He pushed his cock into my hole forcing even more of the oil to cover my body and go onto the settee.

    I opened my legs as he pushed further and further into my rectum.  I was screaming in pleasure.  The oil proved to be and excellent lubricant, and the speed at which he pumped my arse had me coming within seconds.  As I fell onto the oil covered cushions of the settee he exploded inside me filling me for the second time with his load.  

    I really was not ready for it to end there.  I was desperate for him to fuck me in my own bed.  I took his hand and led him into my sanctuary.  We fell asleep together but it was a very light sleep.  I woke up after a couple of hours.  It was still dark outside.  I took his cock into my mouth and sucked him until he was hard again.  I laid on my back on the bed and I asked him to raise my legs over my head and fuck me again.  I did not need any further lubricant, he glided into me and It was seconds before he again impregnated me with his third load of seed.

    We then fell asleep together and it was morning when I woke up.  I shook him to wake him up, saying that my parents might soon be back.  He asked me to suck his cock before he went.  I was only too happy to do so and it was not long before he was shooting into my mouth.  I savoured the taste of his cum juice and gratefully swallowed it all.

    My bedding was covered in oil as was the settee.  If my mum suspected anything she never said and I remained the innocent son that did no wrong.

    It was two minutes before Don was able to speak and then he said.

    “Wow that was the most erotic story I have ever heard.  Please tell me it is for real”.

    “Of course it’s for real!  Would I lie to you?”

    “So please tell me what happened next and where is Bill now?”.

    Bill stayed in my parents house for a further two weeks.  It was heaven.  We continued to make love at every possible opportunity.  Even when my parents were in and already in bed, he would either come up to my bedroom or I would creep in to the sitting room.  He would fuck me rigid. Some nights several times, and it would be morning before I moved back into the bedroom.  On occasions I would meet my parents on the way up and would make an excuse that I needed a drink.

    By the end of the second week he had moved into his own flat and I became a very regular visitor and his lover.  My mother concerned by my many absences would ask me where I had been and I simply said that I had stayed with a friend from school.  Some times I would stay for the whole week doing for him as he wanted.  I was totally besotted with him and would do everything he asked me.  

    He was exceptionally virile and we hardly went through one day without him fucking me several times.  I grew to love him by the time it came for me to leave to University.  I even considered throwing the offer of a place away and begged him to let me live with him.  He told me that I should go to Uni and that he would wait for me to come back.  He made me feel better by saying that I was not going that far and there would be plenty of opportunities for me to come and see him, and he would definitely visit me in the halls of residence.  University terms were not that long.

    In the first weeks at Uni I would come back to him on weekends and we would spend the whole time naked in bed.  I could not get enough of his spunk and I soon learnt to use my bottom and my mouth to give him the most wonderful sexual highs.  As the time progress I became more confident that he would be waiting for me when I returned and concentrated on the University work that I had been ignoring and was piling up.

    At the end of the first term I could not wait to catch the train to get back to my lover.  I arrived at his flat hot in the expectation that he would be there waiting for me.  His flat was the one at the top of the flight of stairs.  I rang his bed and while I waited started to undress.  I wanted to be naked for him when he opened the door.

    I did not get far before the door opened and I was shocked to see a well dressed lady in her forties who was just going out.  I asked her if Bill was in, as he was expecting me.  She told me that Bill had gone back to Australia three weeks before, and had left no forwarding address.  I broke into tears and the lady feeling sorry for me took me in and tried to console me by offering to make me a cup of tea.

    I told her every thing, finishing with his promise that he would wait for me until I finished Uni.  She could see how upset I was and she dared not leave me on my own.  She believed I was suicidal, and that was a risk she was not prepared to take.  I was distraught.  Later that evening she drove me home and told my mother that I was very upset, but not the reason why.  

    I made up a story that a girl who I had met early on the course had dumped me and left me very upset.  She never asked who the lady that had brought me home was and where she had picked me up.

    There is hardly a day passes that I do not think of Bill.  He was my first and one true love.  I have never known anybody try so hard to please me.  I only had to suggest something and he would try his utmost to satisfy me.  

    Like the time I suggested that I was thrilled by dangerous situations and hinted at the possibility of making love in public, undergoing the risk of being caught.  Soon after we were walking home from the pub and he dragged me into an alleyway and completely undressed me and there against the wall with me unable to keep quiet he fucked me against the wall.

    In restaurants we would slip into the toilets and there make love putting asides any thoughts of being caught.  

    When we were out in a pub or a restaurant he would often insist that I go into the toilet and remove all my under clothing.  Then he would fondle my penis as others enjoyed their meals or drinks around us.

    Everything he did, he did, for me.  He was a selfless lover.  I often torture myself with the thought that the tremendous strain I placed on him to please me, might have been the reason for his disappearance.  Ever since then the fear of losing another lover had made me weak, never resisting to any of their demands, regardless of what they asked me to do.   There was nothing that I was not prepared to do in order not to disappoint them.   

    I loved him as I have loved no other.   I was getting tearful again and Don asked me if there was anything wrong.  I lied and told him it was my fear of being too happy.  He accepted this and enquired no further.

    I suggested to him that perhaps we should go and clean him up a little.  He was puzzled and enquired how.  I told him that I would go first and while I washed my hands, he would follow me twenty seconds later, and walk into one of the unoccupied cubicles.  He would need to push the door so that it looked closed, and hold it there.  I would follow him soon after and join him there.

    This we did.  The floor was wet and filthy.  I carefully took my shoes and socks off.  My feet felt cold on the wet floor.  I removed my trousers careful not to get them dirty in the filth on which I was standing.  I then kneeled in front of Don and carefully removed his trousers.  I made sure that they did not touch the floor.   I turned them inside out and  I licked the inside trying to clean any residue of his spunk left on them.  I remembered how good he tasted that night when we had first made love.

    I followed with his under pants and these had the clear result of the huge load that he had ejaculated.  With my lips and tongue I made sure that I left not a single drop on them.  I was getting turned on and my penis was growing and getting very wet.  His groin area was covered in the same sticky substance.  I took his pubic hairs between my lips and pulled back removing any signs of stickiness from them into my mouth.  I loved the taste and it made me even more horny.

    I then licked every bit of his skin around the groin making sure that I cleaned it all swallowing his residue and using my saliva to lick him clean.  There I was on my knees on the dirtiest of floors worrying about his discomfort.  

    I took the whole of his cock in my mouth and sucked and licked him so that he would not feel uncomfortable driving to Manchester.  I must have gone too far.  Resting his back against the side of the cubicle he took hold of my ears with both his hands and pulled me into him while he fucked my mouth and throat.  I only just stopped myself from being sick.  He was uncaring and brutal.  He shot another load of his seed into my mouth which I swallowed in fear that it would choke me.  

    I waited until he had ejaculated the last drop of his semen and again licked him clean.  I hoped that he might do something to relieve my own need but he whispered that we had a long way still to go and we should make a move.  

    My legs were disgustingly dirty but I managed to put my trousers, socks and shoes on.  I then took Don’s slightly wet clothing and went to one of the had driers to dry them out.  I got some really strange looks but I was now hardened to humiliation.  When they were sufficiently dry I took them back to him.

    It was quite late when we arrived at the hotel in Manchester.  The receptionist told us that she had a twin bedded room ready for us.  I was livid I had made it clear with the hotel when I booked that we wanted a double.  The young lady behind the desk was very apologetic saying that the request had been for a twin bedded room.  I insisted on a double and said that we would wit for it to be prepared if necessary.

    What really annoyed me was that through out my discussion with the young lady Don made no contribution other than saying that he was quite happy with the twin beds.  He made no move to support me.  Eventually the problem was resolved and we were led into a double bed room.

    I needed a shower, but Don insisted on using the bathroom first so I was happy to wait for him.  By the time I came out of the bathroom Don was asleep.  I was upset at his lack of forethought.  He knew that I was very desperate, and it had been a long time waiting since last Thursday night.  He was well aware that I would have appreciated him showing a little consideration.

    I found it almost impossible to get to sleep.  I was feeling very tense and I desperately needed to be brought off.  He had already been well satisfied, and could afford to be relaxed.

    I lay in the bed thinking as to where Bill was now and hoping that where ever he was, he was enjoying a healthy life.  I just could not stop thinking of him and lay awake for almost two hours.

    I did not sleep well and kept waking up.  

    At round four in the morning I woke up.  I could feel Don pressing his penis against my back side.  He clearly had a stiff cock and needed me to relieve him.  I pretended to be asleep and ignored his very obvious signals.  In my sleep I pretended to make myself comfortable turning myself so that I was now face down on the bed fully exposing my bottom in his direction.  I could tell that he was not happy but I continued to ignore his advances.

    Angry at my lack of interest I herd him take out the KY Jelly out of the bedside table drawer and heard him spreading it around his shaft.  I waited knowing what was going to happen next.  Pulling the covers off me he pulled my pyjama bottoms down exposing the entrance to my anus.  With that with no further consideration he placed the head of his cock on my hole and pushed it in to the hilt.  I winced with the pain of receiving his cock inside my very dry rectum.  His right hand clasped around my chin he pulled my head back as he brutally fucked me.  It was a little while before the lubricant had an effect but by this time I was feeling raw.  

    He continued his brutal penetration for almost ten minutes by which time I was in tears feeling very hurt.  I could not say that I was excited.  I had hoped that he might have been a little more caring but I felt brutalised and abused.  With groans of his own pleasure he finally came leaving me with an arse full of his cum.  I might have forgiven his lack of sensitivity had he not pulled himself out turned his back to me and fallen asleep again.

    Don was exposing a part of his character which I had last seen in his performance on the day we went to the dinner party at his house.  I had thought that I had misjudged his callous nature given how he had treated me so lovingly in the confines of his office.  I was no longer sure of this and was feeling a little apprehensive.

  • Self Indulgence

    I look myself in the eye, staring me down. Weighing the options and planning how to strike. The other me swings and I jump to the side, the wooden blade slicing through where my left shoulder had just been.

    Fighting yourself can be tricky, so you have to think differently than how you would normally. It’s the best way to grow as a fighter and gain experience and skill. I, myself, am weaponless except for some Mix Martial Arts gloves, my black and blue underarmour compression shorts, and my wit. Other Diego is in the same, except in red and white and wielding my fake katana, homemade from a cheap 2×4.

    I sock myself in the left obligue and he gasps, shuffling back, catching his breath. I count to three mississippily and then strike. He lifts the wooden blade just in time to hit my forearms, it stings but I just keep going. He spins down, his leg extended, and sweeps me off my feet. I land on my back and reverse somersault way from myself. I quickly get up and shoot out like a missile at my swiftly approaching duplicate.

    He hits the cool concrete wall and I shove my body against his. Our heaving chests touch as I wrap my leg around his and I push us away from the wall; spinning as we fall. I land on top of myself, one hand at his throat, the other holding his armed hand down into the carpeting.

    The other me squirms and squeals, trying to get free. I shift my weight, straddling his waist until he finally submits. He tries to wrap his ankles around my throat and throw me back (exactly as I would have done), but I lean too far forward and he just manages to knee me in the back. Definitely getting a bruise there. But I stay true.

    After another minute or two of fruitless fidgeting, he gives up. He taps my lower back, our/my sign of forfeit, and I stand; help Diego 2 up and still holding my hand, we shake. Nice match. I blow in his face and falls away into dust that disappears all in itself. The katana, gloves, and shorts falling to the floor all at once.

    I suddenly realize, I’m… excited. It must have been all that shuffling and bustling between my crotch because now I’m sporting a semi.

    I glance at myself in the mirror on the other side of the basement; a.k.a. my bedroom. After my daily workouts and matches with my identical friends, I’ve gotten into pretty good shape. Lean, sinuous, and my abs have never looked so well defined. I’ve never really thought of myself as very handsome, but without either set of my chubby cheeks, I’d say if I were a girl, I’d fuck me.

    Hmmm, that’s kinda… hot. But it’s weird. I mean, would it be gay to want to fuck myself? Well, I jerk myself off. And taste my own cum on occasion. It can’t be too different, right?

    And, it’s been so long since Maya and I broke up. Haven’t gotten any action in weeks.

    I suddenly realize I’ve been rubbing one out. My dick certainly compressed by the tight spandex shorts. It would be great to have some help here.

    Maybe next time when no one’s home I could….

    *

    It’s been nearly three days since my, I suppose, epiphany. I’ve really been giving it some thought. I’m home alone. I haven’t made a copy of myself ever since, concerned I might… I don’t know. But right now, I’m really feeling the pain. I haven’t had the time to relieve my needs for the past two days because of constant studying. That’s school life I suppose.

    Normally, right about now, I’d be training against myself. So, I do what I’m used to. Concentrate, gather my thoughts and energy, focus on the reflection of me in my mind’s eye. I sense a sudden pull at my gut and I open my eyes to see myself.

    There I am, standing bare. I see that the other me is feeling just as scared and excited as I am. I undress before him. A notable growth occurs in my reflection’s dick. I keep my compression shorts on, because.

    We look at each other and at the exact same time say, “Should…” and stop. We both glance over at the other pair of shorts on my desk. Turning back to each other, “It’s okay without them.”

    Why am I so nervous? It’s me. I’ve done this dozens of times before. Well, not exactly this. Not with the thoughts I’m having. The hot, naughty, maybe a little wrong thoughts.

    We do our usual thing. Standing at opposite ends of the square I had chalked on the cool wood floor before every match. No gloves. No toys. Just us this time.

    He advances on me first, reeling a fist back. I block with my left arm and shove back with my right. I go at his waist, his cock slapping against my pec, and I fling him over my shoulder and on to his back. He hits the ground hard, the air knocked out of him.

    I sit down square on my chest. I grab for his legs and hold them still as my legs lock his arms at his sides. He tries getting loose but he’s stuck. Subdued. That was over quickly.

    And then he does it.

    The other me begins to nuzzle my crotch with his face. In seconds, I’m hards as a rock and he’s licking at my compressed shaft. I just sit there, stunned. My back arches forward; my head falls back. A gasp falls from my gaping mouth.

    I release his legs and place my hands on his hip bones. He slips his arms from between my legs and his torso. My other’s hands run down my chest, my stomach and pull down the band of my shorts. My stiff dick springs out, already soaked in precum, and he shoves it into his mouth. I gasp loudly and thrust my dick deeper.

    I never knew I didn’t have a gag reflex!

    I fall forward, my shaking hands and knees on the wood as I fuck my own face. My singing member sliding deeper and deeper down my throat. Diego 2’s hands softly clawing at my back, running down to my ass, and grabbing at each buttock.

    I call out, “Oh fuck! Yes! Yes! Take that cock!” and I pound, teeth gently scraping my head. I stop and slowly pull my dick out. I’m about to cum, but not on my face.

    I spin him around and lift his legs in the air. Our touching cocks matching perfectly. I put my hands on his chest. Strong, hard, and breathing heavily. I position myself above me. The tip just at my ass crack. I look down at myself as I snail slow inch my way into my very virgin ass. It’s so much tighter than Maya’s pussy. So much hotter. The second me’s face contorts into a grimace, mouth wide open, eyes tightly closed, brow furrowed, even my nose wrinkled up.

    I just as gingerly pull out as we both exhale. I push back in again, a bit more quickly this time, and then out again.

    I keep picking up velocity until I’m absolutely jackhammering me. He grunts with each pulse and furiously faps away as I yell into his face, “Yeah, you like this dick! You like this fat dick!”

    I also never knew I was so domineering.

    I slam in particularly deep and he suddenly hollers and I see him rocket out his load all over both of my chests. A droplanded on my my cheek. To wit, he leans up and licks it off of my face.

    I can’t take my more and proceed to fuck me with sudden, templative, savage stabs. We both scream out as I make impact. I take one more swing and burst, cum caking his pubes and lower abs.

    I fall on top of him, my slowly softening cock resting in the crevice made by our symmetrical six packs. My chin arest against his shoulder.

    After maybe a full minute of regaining my strength and catching my breath, I push my chest off of mine and we both smile at each other. We wink at the same time and I blow into his face. He falls away, disappears, and I lie there.

    I can’t wait for the rematch.


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