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  • Family Beach Party Turns X Rated

    Family Beach Party Turns X Rated Chapter 1

    I know I had looked forward to the real beginning of summer. The Independence Day weekend. I was looking forward to fun with my gorgeous thirty eight year old wife Sandy. I loved watching her work out in the gym. She had firm 35 D breasts, 23 inch waist and 34 inch hips. Hips for taking a hold of and then fucking her hot trimmed red haired pussy. I am also thirty eight. I compete when not working construction at a variety of body builder contests. Yes, I am proud of my muscular body. I am also proud of my two sons, Matt eighteen a good inch taller than myself already. He is six two with dark red hair and a football muscular body. Chuck, Matt’s younger brother is sixteen and the soccer champ this year. He had led his team to victory with the winning goal of the last game. He has dark black hair like myself and our Italian ancestors. He was as tall as I am with a great athletic body. I have no idea what equipment they have dangling between their muscular legs. Not having seen their dicks since probably they each were a couple of years old. I can tell though by the looks of their tight fitting jeans, they both have a couple of big packages and nothing to complain about. Myself I considered myself lucky. I was of Italian decent and had a seven and a half inches of uncut dick. My muscular body came from hard work, not from taking steroids.

    I had nothing on my mind except looking forward to the long weekend. The family and I would be spending the long weekend together. Lots of swimming playing family sports, barbequing, bon fires at night and just horsing around, having a good time. The car was packed up, ready to go by six am and ready to hit the road. This was the very first time since Sandy and I got married we had gone away together to a secluded place. I had been to my parent’s cottage growing up but had stopped going with them after I got into body building when I was a teenager. Getting married at a young age and having to get a job was part of the reason we didn’t travel. It seemed because we both worked to support ourselves and our new born baby we didn’t have time to travel or the money.

    Now at long last we would be able to afford a long weekend with just the four of us as, one happy family. I sure was looking forward to getting away into the wilderness as I had with my parents when I was growing up. I hoped Matt and Chuck would enjoy the wilderness. Unfortunately Sandy didn’t seem to be very happy about going away in the wilderness for three days. I told her it was only three days and she may even enjoy herself, just give it a try.

    It was a long twelve hour drive from home to the secluded hideaway away from everyone. I didn’t have to drive all the way. Matt drove some, Chuck and Sandy also helped with the driving. We also we stopped on the way for lunch. It was just after six thirty pm when we pulled into my Uncle Jeff’s cabin in the woods close to the northern lake. It was a vast difference than the big city we left behind and over the many years we all had enjoyed many sporting and relaxing holiday weekends here.

    Matt, Chuck and Sandy all helped me unload the car and took everything into the cabin. Thank goodness I didn’t have to chop any wood for the wood stove. There had been wood piled up beside the stove. I know by supper time I was starving. After supper we all pitched in and helped Sandra clean up the dinner dishes and put everything away. I was exhausted after the long drive up to the cabin. I am sure so were the boys and Sandra. I cleaned up in the lake before going back to the cabin and getting into my t-shirt and shorts before heading for bed. Matt and Chuck both headed to the rooms I assigned to each of them. They did look bushed.

    I asked Sandy if she would make that delicious drink she had the habit of making for me for the past many years. I loved the taste and have been drinking it almost every night since then. I love chocolate and it had a strong chocolate taste. She told me she didn’t much like the taste. But then she wasn’t a big chocolate fan. She never drank any herself but was always happy to make it for me. I drank it down and put the empty cup in the sink.

    Ever since I started drinking the chocolate drink before bed I had a strange taste in my mouth. Also what was strange it seemed to affect my bowels. A few mornings I had to take a big shit in the morning and my ass was quite sore for some reason. I often looked at my bowels and it looked all thick and white. That was sure odd but the drink was delicious so what the heck about the side affects to the tasty drink.

    I had never been one to think about sex and how it worked or a woman’s juices what it looked like or any of that stuff. The only girl and now woman I ever had sex with was my wife Sandy. All I knew I must have been doing something right because she never complained how I fucked her. I was always careful not to hurt her and not fuck her hard. I enjoyed being gentle and loving with her although at times I felt like fucking her long and hard. I tried to get her to suck my cock once before I fucked her pussy for the first time but she didn’t like that idea. I never asked her to suck my cock after that.

    I figured I must have really pleased Sandy sexually because of the juices she produced even before sex most of the time. Most of the time when I pushed my hard cock into her she was wet with thick juices. I had to say she was on the lazy side in the morning. Most mornings she would lay in bed after I got up to shower and get ready for work or to work out at the gym. It also surprised me she would strip the bed most mornings also while I was still in the shower and put new bedding on the bed. I guess she just liked a good clean bed.

    There were three bedrooms and both boys headed to their separate bedrooms for the night. I put on my pj’s and got into bed. I was surprised even at the cabin Sandy insisted on sleeping nude. It’s a wonder I didn’t screw the ass off her every chance I got. If I didn’t work out almost every night after work I probably would have. It was important to me to keep up a regular routine at the gym. I was proud of my muscular body. This weekend would be longest I would spend away from the gym but it was worth it to spend time with my family. I got to bed and must have fallen asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

    I woke up to the smell of coffee as I stretched and got out of bed. The sun was shinning through the bedroom window and I got up not bothering to put on my bath robe and went right out to the bathroom and took a good shit. Yeah my ass was painful again for some reason and I had a strange taste in my mouth. I brushed my teeth then headed for the kitchen. I saw Sandy sitting at the kitchen table along with Matt and Chuck. They were drinking coffee and just talking. I went to the counter and pored myself a cup of coffee added some cream to it and sat down beside Sandy.

    “Who’s up for a game of soccer you boys against your dad.” Sandy said out of the clear blue.

    “Sounds good mom.” Sixteen year old Chuck said. He sat bare chested wearing a pair of ripped jean shorts and sandals.

    “Okay with me.” Matt smiled his blue eyes seemed to sparkle. He was also bare chested wearing only a pair of navy blue gym shorts.

    “What about you Jeff?” Sandy asked looking at me and smiling. It sounded like a good idea doing something as a family.

    “Good idea honey.” I answered draining the rest of my coffee. I only had my shorts and t-shirt on. Sandy had on a pair of small fitting shorts and bikini top. “Lets get going then.” I said getting up.

    We all went outside to the side of the house and I picked up the soccer ball laying out beside the cabin. “Lets go boys.” Sandy said and smiled.

    We were all soon running up and down the beach kicking the ball up and down the lawn. Sandy and I played against Matt and Chuck. We had agreed to play until the team that scored six goals first would be the winner. Finally after about an hour of playing Chuck kicked the sixth goal into Sandy’s goal to win the winning goal. We all cheered even though Sandy and I had lost by one goal. What counted to me it seemed everyone had fun and enjoyed the game.

    I collapsed in the lawn chair and looked up. Sandy was about to sit a short distance from me. Chuck had gone over to hug Sandy in a son mother hug after winning the soccer match. There wasn’t anything unusual about that. Behind him his brother had dropped the soccer ball and looked like he was about to pick it up. Just then Matt slipped and I could see him reach out to grab something to prevent himself from falling. At the same time Sandy seemed to be about to sit down after Chuck and her had hugged each other. Just then I heard a loud rip. I saw Matt holding on to Chuck’s ripped jeans in his fist. When he grabbed something it had 5been Chucks pants. I guess because they were slightly ripped before, the jeans now were ripped even more. That’s not the thing that surprised me. What surprised me was when Chuck’s large hard throbbing cock sprang from his torn jeans. Chuck had grabbed Matt’s crotch somehow and ripped it open. Okay! Things like that happen, what’s to worry about. It happens and they are brothers so Matt accidentally ripped Chuck’s crotch and Chuck’s cock popped out.

    I guess what was sort of strange his cock was rock hard. I guess it wasn’t unusual lots of jocks probably spring boners with the excitement of a sports game. That was just the way things are but to my amazement was the way Sandy had been sitting. She was looking up just as she was about to sit down. At that very moment Chuck’s thick throbbing hard cock hit the left side of his mother’s face.

    “Holly shit sorry mom.” I heard Chuck yell. I’m sure Chuck must have been embarrassed.

    I could see a spray of thin gleaming liquid running down Sandy’s cheek and knew it had to be pre-cum from Chuck’s hard throbbing cock. Before I could react I noticed Chuck had fallen back toward his brother. Matt looked like he had been caught off guard. He was losing his balance because of his brother almost falling. I saw Chuck’s throbbing cock move away from Sandy’s cheeks spreading his pre-cum across her face and lips. Something about the way Chuck’s brushing Sandy’s face caused her to push her chest forward. Sandy’s large breast push forward and the tiny material in front holding them together burst and her large breasts burst out.

    I was amazed to see how erect her large nipples were as her breasts freely bounced from the thin fabric. When this was happening Matt leaned back pushing his butt to the ground. His shorts caught on a branch or piece of rock and as he shifted to balance himself. Then his shorts were being tugged over his muscular ass cheeks and down his legs. His long, thick cock bounced out with his big balls pressing up against his erect cock.

    In the mean time recovering from slipping herself, Sandy was squatting her legs spread open. Then I heard another rip and looked down to see the front of her shorts ripped slightly. I guess she couldn’t control the way her legs spread as she went down because suddenly the entire front of her shorts ripped open. I was surprised she hadn’t worn any undershorts. Her bare pussy was on full display and even more surprising I saw some of her pussy juices leaking from between her spread legs. I also noticed that her clit was hard. Some how what was happening was exciting to Sandy.

    Just as Matt had pushed up he knocked his brother Chuck forward again. I guess the surprise of what had just happened with Chuck’s cock slapping my wife’s face, she had opened her mouth to scream. Sandy’s mouth opened wide as if to yell something. That’s when, Matt had pushed Chuck forward to balance himself. Chuck’s thick long uncut cock with his big balls pressed high under his shaft entered his mother’s gaping mouth.

    “Fuck! What was I looking at.” My eighteen year old son’s thick throbbing cock was between my wife’s luscious lips, his cock head was actually in her mouth.

    I thought I had seen everything until Sandy slipped back with Chuck’s big cock still in her mouth. Matt still had not caught his balance with his thick hard cock sticking out throbbing in front of his muscular legs he fell forward again. He had managed to grab his mother’s breasts between his brother’s spread legs and amazing enough Matt fell forward. His thick cock entered my wife’s spread legs and entered her hot pussy.

    “Shit.” Was all I could manage to say. This was too much. I knew it was all a big accident and all would become normal soon. But at that moment it was shocking to me.

    I thought I had seen everything with my son Chuck’s cock head in his mother’s mouth and Matt’s throbbing cock at the entrance to her hot pussy. What else would one possibly see. I expected Chuck to pull his cock out of his mother’s mouth and Matt to pull out of his mother’s pussy. They would some how pull things together and go into the house to change out of their ripped clothes. That’s what I expected.

    However it looked like nature had gone too far for that. Because as I watched I could see Chuck pushing forward his cock must have been pressing against Sandy’s throat. A place even my cock had never tried to conquer. In fact Sandy wouldn’t allow me to even put my cock in her mouth. Sandy’s neck seemed to be expanding and forming to the shape of Chuck’s large cock. I expected Sandy to pull away as she had pulled away from my cock when ever I had pressed my cock to her lips. Instead her eyes watered but she didn’t pull away. To my surprise it was pushed even deeper into her stretched throat until his big bloated balls pressed against her lower lip. Mean while Matt who looked like he had complete control of his body was pushing his thick cock deeper into my wife’s wet pussy.

    “Oh mom this is hot.” Matt moaned really loud. “Oh it feels so good. I can’t believe we’re doing this right in front of dad.”

    I felt shocked, hearing my own son, balls deep in his mother’s pussy, complimenting her tight pussy and sounding like he was bragging. The pussy, eighteen years previously opened up, to give birth to him.

    Then I heard my other son Chuck. “Suck my cock mom!” I looked up to see he had pulled his large cock out until only his cock head was in her mouth. My real amazement was seeing Sandy sticking her tongue out and was licking along his cock shaft. She was massaging and rubbing her own large breasts as Chuck held her head, by her long dark hair. Suddenly he was pushing his cock in her open mouth and down her throat with no resistance.

    “Suck my cock bitch. Suck me good you fucking whore.” My son Chuck was moaning to his own mother. “This is how you make a bitch suck cock dad. You worthless piece of shit. Watch and learn asshole. Mom’s nothing but a fucking bitch dog in heat.

    “You got that right.” Matt suddenly yelled. “Take this cock bitch. Take my fucking. I’m going to fuck the shit out of you slut.”

    “Stop that kind of talk!” I yelled. “That’s enough. It’s bad enough all this is happening because of circumstances beyond belief. You boys don’t have to make it worse with such garbage talk.”

    “Don’t stop boys. Your both right I am a bitch in heat. Fuck my hot pussy Matt. Fuck my pussy hard.” I heard Sandy yelling at the top of her voice. She had moved her mouth from Chuck’s huge cock and moaning like a fucking street whore. “Fuck me son. Fuck my pussy like you’ve never fucked before. Ram that thick cock in me. Oh yes fuck me.”

    “Yeah look who’s talking dad. Look at you and tell us you’re not getting off watching my brother and I fuck mom’s pussy and mouth. Face facts dad she loves our cocks.” Chuck yelled.

    “Yeah I love cock. Love this big cock in my hot pussy. Fuck me son. Fuck me hard. Oh feels so good.” My wife moaned.

    “Shut up mom and get back on my cock.” Chuck said and grabbed his mother by her long hair shoving his thick cock into her open mouth. He wasn’t being gentle as I saw him ram that big throbbing cock down her throat causing her throat to balloon from it’s thickness.

    I looked down at myself for the first time since everything unnatural had started. Sure enough I had my hard cock in my hand running it up and down with pre-cum dripping out and my other hand was massaging my big heavy cum filled balls. “Shit what’s the matter with me?” What’s the matter with this family. At least you boys didn’t need to be calling your mother those nasty names when you fuck her. She’s your mother and a saint. She’s so good and loyal to us all. It’s not her fault this is all happening. Well that’s what I thought for years that she needed tender loving care when fucking her. But now I could see what she really needed was to be fucked and fucked hard down her throat and in her hot pussy.

    “Dam dad you are the most stupidest man around. Fuck I’ve seen mom fucking an army of men. Sucking and getting both her ass and pussy fucked all the same time. Most times right under your nose.” Chuck moaned shoving his big cock down his mother’s throat again.

    “Yeah I can’t count how many times I peeked through the my bedroom door to see mom sucking and getting fucked by the local college football team. Your either one of the most sound sleeper or mom’s been feeding you sleeping pills by the dozen to get you to sleep so soundly.” Matt moaned as his thick cock pulled out of my wife’s wet pussy only to be slammed back into her. But instead of being slammed hard into her pussy he had lifted her butt up off the ground and was ramming his thick cock into her ass.

    All I heard from my wife was a lot of moaning, groaning and slurping. In all the time I had been with Sandy I had never even thought of fucking her asshole. But here she was now with her son ramming his entire cock into her asshole. His big balls slapping her hot dripping pussy.

    “Suck my cock mom. Suck it good. Take it down your fucking throat like the whore you are. You love this cock. I know you do bitch.” Chuck was yelling as he pulled his cock from Sandy’s throat until only his mushroom size cock head was in her mouth and he shoved it down her throat in one rapid movement. “Take it. Take it all. That throat was made for fucking.”

    I could also hear Matt’s voice mingling with his brothers as he pulled his thick cock out of her ass and punch fucked it back into her asshole all the way until his balls slapped his mother’s wet pussy. Then suddenly he pulled out of his mother’s gaping asshole and shoved it into her throbbing wet pussy all the way till his balls were pressed against her ass cheeks. “Fuck mom! Oh fuck! your pussy’s so hot I can’t keep my cum in my balls any longer.”

    “Our fucking bitch mom’s been fucking most of the black hoodlums in town also.” Chuck groaned slamming his cock deep into his mother’s throat again and again. “She’s been fucked by all the basketball blacks as well the football blacks at all the high schools in the city. She’s a fucking slut for black cock the most. Right mom?”

    Chuck pulled his entire cock out of his mother’s throat and mouth. “Answer me slut.” Chuck yelled.

    “Yes, yes I love black cock down my throat, mouth and ass the same time.” Sandy moaned. “Please let me suck that cum out of your balls son.”

    “If this is all true boys. Just watching you boys fuck your mother’s mouth and pussy is getting me so hot I am about to burst my balls. I would probably enjoy watching all these hot white and black guys fuck her next time. Fuck you are a slut Sandy. I bet you all staged this in fact. Fuck what a fucked up family I have. But fuck your bitch mother hard boys. Maybe you can make a son Matt. Fuck her hard Matt. Oh yes shove that cock down her throat Chuck.” Wow was that me shouting. This had to be the wildest sex I ever felt and the most turned on and I wasn’t even fucking my wife.

    At this point I was speechless as I found myself watching both my son’s screwing their very own mother hard and treating her like some worthless prostitute on the streets.

    Then I heard Matt yelling. “I’m cumming, fuck I’m cumming. I’m going to fill your fucking pussy mom. Take it slut take my cum mom.” I could see how he was ramming hard in and out of his mom like she was some two bit street whore. Suddenly he was stiffening; his head fell back with sweat dripping from every part of his stiffening body. His ass cheeks were clenched together and I knew he was shooting his first load into his first woman and that woman was his very own mother. I was just guessing it was the first women he fucked. If it was his first woman he was a fast learner and knew how to treat a woman. He was better at it than I ever was. I had no idea my wife liked it rough. All these years I thought one treated a woman with gentle loving care when you made love to her. Well I was being proved wrong. The way my wife moaned and groaned as Matt filled her with his cum proved that.

    Above I heard Chuck yelling also. “Take my cum you fucking slut take it all mom, take it down your worthless throat, cum slut.” He became stiff with sweat poring from his slim muscular body. His large hands were digging into his mother’s long hair. His head jerked back and his hips forward pushing even more of himself down his mother’s throat if that was possible. I saw her throat widen even more with the outline of Chuck’s cock. Fuck it looked hot.

    In the mean time I believe Sandy was in a deep lust. She seemed lost in a world of her own as her eyes seemed to glass over and her mouth widen even more around Chucks cock. Then Sandy’s hips pushed up to meet Matt’s thrusting. They all looked in total bliss as I saw cum dripping out the sides of my wife’s mouth and down her neck. Between her legs her juices and Matt’s cum was bubbling out of her pussy. I guess it all got to me because I felt my hand sliding faster and faster up and down my own cock and couldn’t help pushing my hips forward as my balls seemed to explode shooting my own load all over my muscular thighs and down my legs.

    Fuck I’d never in my entire life had such an orgasm. Definitely things were going to change and I wanted to get every detail of my wife’s fucking around. Did the boys know what they were saying while fucking their mother. Had they made it all up or was it true. Maybe the boys had just been so lusted up they rambled on about their own fantasies about their mother. Who knows? I just knew I was happily exhausted.

    I never thought about what kind of reaction Matt and Chuck would be in after screwing their own mother. When I looked up at my son’s faces after they had just shot their big loads in their mother. Both still nude looked up at me. Neither one said anything. They both just stood up and walked toward the house. Both looked as confident as ever. Their dicks now only semi-hard.

    I didn’t know what to think. I had so many questions to ask Sandy. I wanted to ask her if what Chuck and his brother Matt had moaned and yelled during their orgasms was true. It couldn’t be true. Not my sweet Sandy. Yes she did do a lot of moaning and groaning with lust but that had to be because she had gotten carried away with some deep down unknown lust of her own. I knew she preferred my loving caring kind of sex much better than being used like her sons had used her.

    I knew right now I couldn’t face her or my sons. I had to do some thinking on my own.

    “I love you also Sandy. I will always love you. I just need to clear my head. I’ll be back don’t worry.” Looking back and seeing Sandy standing nude with her glorious body glistening with the aftermath of her hot sex with our sons. At least she had the decency not to smile. Did she have to mention her lust for cock in front of our sons. Oh well I’ll just walk and maybe I can come to grips with all this. I thought.

    “Oh one more thing dear. Is it alright if the boys and I go to town with the car. I need some things from the market.” I said turning around and walking up the beach.

    “Sure dear. See you later. Maybe the three of you can have dinner there. Just bring me back something like a sandwich. See you later.” I said waving to her feeling a bit better knowing at least her and the boys would get over what happened. The boys must have brought some clothes out for their mother because she was now wearing her summer dress with a low neck line showing her perfect breasts. The boys now in shorts and t-shirts waved to me as well. I turned and headed up the beach.

    Then I heard the car doors open and shut and the car start up. I guess they were off to town already. I rubbed the back of my neck and didn’t try to think of anything I just walked. I decided to just sit down after about half an hour of walking and trying not to think. I sat down on the grass and ran my hands through my thick black hair and laid down. I felt my eye lids closing and then blackness as I fell asleep. To be continued……..?


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  • Used by a 19 year old

    Used by a 19 year old

    Part-1-of-1

    I ‘m an older cocksucker, average looking, over 6 feet tall, 10 or so pounds over weight, so I was surprised when a young 19 year old answered my cock sucking add. His reply was 19 year-old, 6’ 185 with 8″ uncut need to get off. I don’t usually meet with someone so young. Besides worrying that they lied about there age, I’m not turned on by really young men. I usually like more mature 30 to 50’s year old.

    I was also concerned about his 8-inches. I like to get face fucked, but prefer smaller cocks.

    I replied that I thought he was too young. But, he was persistent and over a few emails he used a term I couldn’t refuse. He said, “I’m alone with a raging erection so I needed to use your mouth to get off.” I resisted but eventually lust took over so I gave in and gave him my address.

    Within 30 minutes he was at my door. Dressed only in basketball shorts and a t-shirt, Joey was very young looking, short dark hair and round boy next door face. Dammit I thought, hope he’s fast cummer. He was just so young looking that I just wanted to get him off and out as quick as possible.

    “Are you a good cocksucker?” was the first word out of his mouth.

    “Hell yes,” I replied.

    “Good, I’ve only had it sucked a couple of times by young girls that didn’t really know what they were doing but I love having my cock sucked.”

    Joey was so young but so confident. I asked, “Do you want to sit or stand?”

    “I gotta piss first and you’re going to drink it.”

    We’d discussed piss in our e-mails but I’d told Joey that I don’t swallow. When I reminded him that I didn’t swallow he said, “Oh yeah I forgot.”

    I led him to the bathroom and we got naked, quick and easy for both of us. He was wearing shorts with no underwear and T-shirt and me a jogging suit that came right off. Naked, we got in the shower.

    I knelt down in front of him with his hairy bush and big nice round head of his uncut cock just an inch from my mouth. It was already hard.

    “Oh yeah you love that don’t you,” Joey yelped when he saw the lust on my face. “You like my cock.”

    Just as I opened my mouth to say yes, Joey let out a strong flow of piss, splashing on my face and going into my opened mouth. Unable to stop it, I let it flow into my mouth and run out the corners and onto the shower floor. Pleased with himself, Joey guided it to spray my face again then back to my mouth. As he moved closer his cock entered my mouth. Piss still flowing in and me still letting it flow out onto the shower floor.

    Pulling my head forward and burying his cock in my mouth, Joey said, “Swallow my piss.”

    I shook my head no.

    “Swallow it cocksucker. Swallow my piss.”

    Joey held my face tight against his body with his cock deep in my throat so I however distasteful I found it, I swallowed.

    “Aaaah, that’s it. I knew you’d fucking swallow my piss.”

    I kept swallowing and felt him shoot a few last squirts, which still with no choice I swallowed.

    “Damn that was fucking hot,” sang out Joey, “I’ve never had anyone swallow my fucking piss before.”

    Excited even more than before, Joey started working his rock hard cock in and out of my mouth and getting harder and bigger. “Oh yeah you love that don’t you,” he cooed. “Oh fuck you got a great mouth, yeah fuckin deep throat my big cock.”

    His cock had gotten so hard that I couldn’t take its full length but Joey didn’t care he just kept trying to push it in deeper and deeper. But despite his best efforts I wasn’t taking it all.

    “Get up,” he said, “Lets move to the bed.”

    Leaving a wet trail behind him, Joey almost skipped out of the bathroom to my bedroom. Rinsing his piss off my body, I dried and naked followed him.

    In my bedroom he was lying in the center of my bed and leaning back against the headboard with his legs spread eagled. When I assumed the position on my knees between his legs he produced his cell phone and turned on the video. “My friends will never believe this,” he laughed.

    Submissively I looked into the lens and said how much I loved his cock.

    Still videoing, Joey demanded that I lick his balls and I did. He spread his legs wider and I kissed his asshole. This was the dirtiest that I’d ever done.

    Joey gave a gentle tug on my hair, bringing my face back up between his legs. I took his cock in my mouth and started sucking and slowly bobbing my mouth up and down on his cock.

    “Take it all,” he moaned wishfully. I tried to deep throat his cock but it was too big. He would hold my head and push it down on his cock but it wouldn’t go all the way in.

    I sucked his cock this way about 10 to 15 minutes, him all the time moaning, “Fuck yeah, that’s it. Aahhh yes, you’re a great cocksucker.”

    Joey pulled my mouth off his cock and got up out of bed. He gestured toward the bed and I knew just what he wanted even before he said, “Let your head hang over the edge of the bed. I wanna fuck your throat.”

    I was so hungry despite or perhaps because of the callused way he was treating me that I practically flew to the edge. Not saying a word, he reached down and took the sides of my head. Meekly I let him move me to where he wanted me. I ended up with on my back with my head hanging over one side of the bed and my feet hanging off the other.

    Joey stepped up to me, almost but not quite straddling my face so that his balls rested on my forehead and his thick, cock rested on my lips and nose. I opened my mouth when he whispered, “Now I’m going to fuck that mouth.”

    Lifting his hips a little, guided the head into my mouth and slid his cock deep down my throat. I moaned, “Uuuugh,” and my nostrils flared as his cock filled me. I felt him ease forward slowly but not gently, pushing on even when I gagged a little. But I noticed that in this position the gagging sensation soon passed and Joey was able to keep going until I felt his balls on my nose. I felt my jaws and lips stretching around the thickness of his cock. This way I was able to take his entire length down my throat to the base.

    “Fuck Yeah, now that’s a great cocksucker,” he laughed.

    He leaned forward over me, his hands on the bed on either side of my hips and started deep pumping my throat, pulling out slowly, allowing me to breathe and then he pushed deep and held it there for a few seconds my throat wrapped around his cock tightly.

    “Damn, that feels fucking great man.”

    I was so turned on I thought I’d pass out. This snotty little shit was using my mouth the way I’d used my ex-wife’s countless times. Fucking my face slow at first, he pulled out and I gasped for air, just long enough for him to push it back deep. I let him face fuck me for what seemed like forever. Every 4th or 5th stroke he let the pace quicken a little, pushing deep and pulling out.

    He started pumping a little faster and harder as he pounded my mouth like a jackhammer, his balls slapping and bouncing off my eyes and nose as he used me for his pleasure.

    I started to feel like I couldn’t breathe so I twisted my head so he couldn’t pump so deep. His cock popped out of my mouth. Before he could put it back in I turned around and sat on the floor with my head against the bed. Then I took his cock back in my mouth and with my head against the bed, he face fucked me deep.

    After 5 or so minutes Joey said, “Oh fuck…I’m gonna fuckin cum in your mouth.” Because they were slapping against my face, I both felt and saw his balls draw up tight, his thrusts became shorter and harder, his spit-slicked cock seeming to grow and throb even more.Then he pulled out and jacked his cock a couple times, then murmured, “Ready to eat some cum?” And then before i could answer, almost shouted, “Keep your fucking mouth open.”

    He cried, “Fuuuuuckkk,” as he cummed, pulling back so that only the head was past my lips, me sucking like a greedy bitch as his thick, hot cum erupted into my mouth. It was a huge load, so much hotter, so much thicker, and so much saltier than his pre-cum.

    “Hold it, don’t swallow it,” he moaned. I kept my mouth open and he filled it with his hot cum. It was so delicious it was a struggle not to swallow it. Inevitably some of it leaked out around the sides of my lips and trickled down my cheeks. With a final shiver he finished and pulled back. Looking down at my open mouth he said, “OK now swallow my fucking load,” and then watched as I swallowed.

    “Damn you’re a nasty cocksucker. This is going to be fun,” he chirped merrily as I cleaned his cock off with my tongue, swirling it around his shaft and head collecting the cum. I felt like such a worthless slut.

    Taking some off my face and out of my mouth, I used his cum as lube. Grabbing my now cum slick shaft and pumped until I shot all over myself. I cummed hard…really hard.

    After that there was some small talk if you call 20 questions small talk. He wanted to know, “When can we get together again? Can I fuck your ass next time? Do you like sucking more than one cock at a time?”

    For my part, I felt a little guilty and asked him to delete the pictures. After he left I got hard again that I had to go into the bathroom and jack off before I could fall asleep.

    At home he texted me to tell me that he want to do it again. We’ve met up a couple times since, and he keeps getting nastier and rougher, I love the sex part, but hard for me to get past his young looks.

    The end…


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  • Bike Cop 3

    Cam has not heard from Biker Cop Ken in almost a whole year until the found each other down in Florida at the Biker Week Festival, They spotted each other in the pits at the race track were the gay bikers and bi bikers like to hang out. Ken was still looking great wearing those hot Black Leather one piece suit along with his zipper pull all the way down to his mid section showing off his muscle and dark hairy chest. 

    Cam and Ken decided to go for a long walk to catch up on things that are happening with their lives and other issues they both might have, ” Fuck Cam it is good to see your dude ” Ken spoke out fairly loudly as Cam gave him a huge smile before Ken ask him were he is staying at? Cam told Ken he got a little condo rented out over on the beach about a 45 minute drive to where the race track was. How about you come over to my place and stay for a couple of day’s Ken ? It did not take long for Ken to give Cam the answer yes that he wanted to here.

    Ken then follow Cam over to his place just after the last practise round of the bike race, The time was like shortly after 6 pm as there were both sitting on Cam balcony over looking the sandy beach area. Do you have a swim suit for me Cam ? Before he went into his bedroom to grab a pair of Navy Blue 70’s style speedo that had a 38 inch waist and will fit Ken body very well. Cam then went into the washroom to put on his dark pair of green speedo that he likes wearing on the beach.

    They had a great time together walking and swimming together in the ocean before they went on back to Cam place for some Chinese Food . The night went on very well until the rain started to come down fairly hard that evening as the two of them started getting into the Jack Daniels liquor that Cam loves to drink. 

    The time was almost 10 as the two of them were still in their speedo as they started to wrestle with one another on the living room floor.Cam dick grown very hard when he felt ken mouth rap around his bulge as he was just about to deep throat him, Cam was all spread out on the floor as Ken mouth started to deep throat Cam hard cock as his bristle moustache was tingle Cam balls softly as he was just about to shoot off his load. 

    Cam began to have a huge orgasm all down the back of Ken throat as his whole body started to shake of sexual passion, Ken quickly pull his head off of his dick before he grab for the glass of cola to wash down the rest off the hot sweet,salty honey that Cam shot off.

    Cam was now yelling loudly as Ken began to fuck his little tight hole without any lube at all, It took a good few minutes until the pre cum started to pour out of Ken cock before Cam stop screaming of pain, The 8 inch cock was in full throttle after each stroke of his dick sliding in and out of Cam ass very easy now, The sweat pouring off the two of them was like water buckets before they both reach climax, Cam really enjoy the sweet smell of the Brute Aftershave that Ken pour on himself that he found in the bathroom medicine cabinet as he was just pounding the shit out of Cam ass.

    “Fuck I going to shoot dude ” Ken scream out as the cum started to come up through his balls and the penis hole of his cock, His whole body jilted back and forth as he started to shoot his white load off all over Cam hairy chest and hard nibbles,  Both of their body’s where exhausted from the fuck before they headed off to the shower room to get all clean up.

    They did a lot of fucking over the next few day’s as it was now Thursday when Ken had to head on home now. They once again hug each other at the door before Cam open it up. Cam walk with Ken down to where his Bike was park as he watch him drove off out of the parking garage on his way to the main highway back to Georgia.  

  • The One Chance Encounter

    the one chance encounter

    as we both glanced across the room at each other it was only a matter of time when we could no longer keep our desires away from each other and it was onlya matter of time when the resistance of our lust for one another could no longer subside.

    as i walked slowly and seductively towards him he approach with hestitation only to entice me to want him more. his eyes were only telling me he wanted me to pounce on his naked body with full force. but i hold back with just enough space to allow him to seduce me with his lips that were wet and ready to bathe every inch of my hot body.

    it was an explosion of utter animalistic lust and as he took me in

    his arms i felt his throbbing cock sliding up and down my ass.

    before i had the chance to grab his hot rod into my mouth he slipped me into the bed and tongue bathe me from the top of my hot throbbing cock to the bottom of my balls where he took them in his mouth so softly and caressed them to the point i wanted to shove my manhood into his wet lips that felt like warm air penetrating my body.

    we continued to wrap our bodies into each other and as our bodies screamed in esctasy and wanting to fill our desires, he took me and positioned my ass in the air while he penetrated his wet tongue into my hot hole and rimmed me on end while stroking my cock. his lips found mine and our tongues entertwined with every inch of the wetness we felt and before i knew we were on all floors with my ass in the air and he slid his hot throbbing cock into my hot hole and pumped me slowly while kissing me lips and i knew i could not wait any longer and i knew he could not wait so he just pounded and pumped his cock into my ass and his words fuck yeah, fuck yeah , i love ur fucking sweet ass and he pumped harder and harder as i begged for him to fuck me fuck me fuck my ass take it babe come in my ass and the explosion happened he poured his hot load into my ass and i shot my load in to the air and we both collasped from exhaustion. at that moment we spooned each other and enjoyed the tremondous high from the pleasure of our sexual desire. he took my lips and kissed it soflty and we both fell into each other’s arms and slept like babies.


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  • Hank the hunk – A Chad Adventure

    It was a Saturday night and I was antsy. It had been six days since I had gotten my last load of cum and I was thirsty. That shouldn’t come as a surprise to anyone since I’m such a cum whore and size queen. For those of you who haven’t read some of my other adventures, my name is Chad. My earlier adventures were based on my time in community college but a lot has happened since then. I’m still 5’10” and have kept my weight at 165 through regular workouts and long runs. While my eyes are still blue/green the color of my hair has changed many times. When it’s natural, I’ve got dirty blonde hair. But over the years I have lightened it, darkened it, highlighted it, let it grow out and also cut it short. Right now it’s in its natural state but with a few highlights. I keep it at a length that I can have it be appropriate for work but also allows me to give it the messy look when I go out and about in search of cock. I’ve also recently had a mini crisis when I turned 30 in March. I’m worried that I’m getting close to my “best by” date.

    Since graduating from State, I’ve held several jobs but currently work in human resources for a large, national bank. I get to travel quite a bit and usually have a lot of luck hooking up with guys in the hotel bar or on Craigslist. Depending on the city or town, I may also find an adult bookstore with glory holes. Other times I may hit a local cruise bar depending on what time my first meeting is the next day.

    This particular week I hadn’t been traveling and had been working a lot of hours so I needed some cock bad. I went out to one of the Levi and leather bars in town with some of my friends on Saturday. It was the usual crowd. I’d been fucked or had fed off of most of the hot men in the bar. I’ve become the kind of guy that doesn’t like to hook up with the same guy twice, college had taught me that it doesn’t work out well. Those of you who have read my earlier adventures know what I mean, I referred to him as Jake the Asshole.

    Since I was determined to get laid, I made sure I looked good. I put on one of my favorite pair of tight jeans that had strategic rips in all the right places. Since we were going to a Levi and leather bar, I decided to only put on a black vest that I kept unbuttoned showing off my smooth, taut chest and my muscled arms. Before I left my condo, I made sure my hair was mussed the way that I like it.

    Luckily when we got to the bar, I saw a guy that I’d never seen before. He looked to be about 6′ or 6’1″ and maybe 200 pounds. He looked to be a few years younger than me and had brown hair and eyes and was sporting some stubble on his face. Our eyes met across the bar and he gave me a little crooked smile. At that point I was hooked. I made my way around the bar until I was few feet from him. He was wearing a pair of worn jeans that fit him perfectly. The shirt that was tucked into the waist of his jeans wasn’t that tight but it still showed off that he had a nice upper body. He had the sleeves of his shirt rolled up enough so that his guns were partially showing. Nice biceps get me horned up whenever I see, and hopefully, get a chance to touch them.

    The man I was now focused on finished talking to some guy at the bar and turned to me. I introduced myself and he told me that his name was Henry but everyone called him Hank. The combination of his jeans, his biceps and his name had my mouth watering and my ass twitching. He told me that he lived north of Phoenix in Prescott and that he worked construction. Could this guy be any more of a hot top cliché?

    Prescott is not really rural but it’s not urban in the slightest. There really wasn’t much of a gay scene in Prescott so he and his friend, Billy, had driven down for the weekend to hit some of the clubs. They both worked construction and had run into each other last year at another bar in Phoenix and found out they were both gay. They also found out that both of them were strictly tops so only a friendship developed. The friend was pretty fine as well but not as hot as Hank. He seemed to be a really nice guy as well. We talked about all sorts of stuff and he bought me a drink. Hank was drinking Bud, something me and friends would never do, for us the name of the beer had to be followed by the word light. I could tell that he was in to me by the way he’d put his hand on my shoulder or wrap an arm around my neck when we were talking to some of the people I know. After a few beers he told me he had to go to the john. Being the slut that I am, I followed him into the john to try to get a glimpse of his cock, which he made sure I saw….very nice! He started stroking his dick and stepped a bit back from his urinal.

    “Go ahead and feel it, you need to know what you are going to get later tonight.” I glanced around and then toward the door. “Who gives a fuck? Anyone who comes in is going to be jealous that you got me or that I got you.” My fingers wrapped around his growing piece of meat. My fingers couldn’t touch and it had to be about 7″ long. A couple of guys did come through the john and either smiled or shot daggers with their eyes at me, fuck ’em.

    One guy, a little bigger than Hank in height and weight started to rub the growing bulge in his jeans as he watched me gently stroke Hank’s dick until it was completely hard and now about 8.5″ and almost as thick as a beer bottle. Hank looked into the guy’s face and said “Hey man, go ahead and pull it out. I’d like to see how Chad here can work a cock. I want to know what I can look forward to in a little while.”

    The guy pulled his meat out and started to stroke it. While it wasn’t the size of Hank’s, the guy had nothing to be embarrassed about. Hank but a hand on my shoulder turning me toward the guy and pushing me down. I didn’t want to put my knees on the gross floor of the bathroom so I squatted and held on to the guy’s thighs as I moved my mouth closer to the head of his cock. I wrapped my lips around the crown of the guy’s dick and tickled the underside with my tongue eliciting a moan. Hank moved his hand to the back of my head and began to push me farther down the guy’s stalk. When my nose touched the guy’s pubes and I hadn’t gagged, Hank whistled and said, “Man, I know I’m going to have some fun tonight.” Hank kept his hand on the back of my head as the guy I was sucking started to fuck my face increasing his speed and pressure with each forward stroke.

    Hank said to the guy, “Dude, don’t cum in his throat, I want to see you drop your load on his tongue.” A crowd had gathered around us, some were just watching while others either were groping their bulges or pulling out their cocks. Hank ruffled my hair, “Chad man, you really know how to take a cock. I’m ready to blow my load just watching you.”

    The man with his cock in my mouth pulled back, he must have been ready to cum. I opened my mouth wide and stuck my tongue out just in time to catch the first of what turned out to be four strong shots of sweet cum. While some of it dripped onto the bathroom floor, I was able to keep most of it in my mouth. Hank ruffled my hair again, “Let me watch you swallow it” which I did with pleasure. “That was some hot fucking sucking.”

    I was still in my squatting position, licking some cum from my lips, when one of the bartenders came into the john, “What the fuck guys, we could lose our liquor license with shit like this going on. As I started to straighten up, the men that had been around us watching either left the john immediately or shoved their cocks back into their pants before also leaving the john, leaving just Hank, me and the bartender. The bartender locked the bathroom door. “Man, you do this again without telling me first or doing me first, I’ll throw your ass out of here so fast your head will spin. If you and your friend here don’t want to be thrown out right now, you better take care of this.” The bartender was rubbing the outline of his cock that snaked down his right leg. I wasn’t going to turn down another serving of cum so I took care of the bartender the best I could as Hank watched again.

    When we got back to the bar, Billy had picked up a rather skinny twink that I had seen around town but didn’t know. The kid had a pretty face and a nice looking ass. Billy told Hank that he was going to take the kid back to their hotel room and asked Hank if he could stay away for a couple of hours and take a cab back to the hotel. I used that to take control of the situation, I told Hank he was welcome to come to my place. Win-Win for everyone. Hank had another can of Bud while I continued to nurse the vodka and diet coke I had been drinking before the fun in the john.

    If I hadn’t been driving I would have been giving Hank head in the car after we left the bar. The best that I could do was put my hand on his bulge for the duration of the drive until I had to put my car in park. We couldn’t get up to my condo fast enough. In the elevator Hank started to nibble my neck as both of his hands played with my ass with a couple of his fingers finding the rips that were exposing some of the skin on my ass cheeks.

    When we got to my condo and after I locked the door, Hank didn’t waste any time getting me on my knees. He pulled his cock out through his zipper, not even opening his belt or unbuttoning the top of his jeans. Fuck, his cock was nice. Since we were both so horned up it didn’t take long for him to shoot his first load, I let him watch as his first load coated my tongue and then I made a show of swallowing. While I was ready to go for round two, well actually round four, he wanted to relax a bit. Hank went over to my wall of windows and looked toward downtown Phoenix and asked if I had anything to drink before settling in on my couch. While he was sitting on the couch drinking one of my Coors Lights, which I keep around for friends, I enjoyed myself with unbuttoning his shirt. He had a hairy chest but he must shave because it was stubble, just like on his face. I tried to start giving him another blow job but that wasn’t his plan. He told me to stand up and strip, which I did of course, slowly removing my vest, taking off my shoes and socks, and then stepping out of my ripped jeans. Then he had me finish undressing him. As I slid his shirt down his arms there was confirmation that his biceps were even more spectacular than I imagined.

    He didn’t stand up as I worked to get his jeans off. I unbuckled his belts and opened the top button of his jeans. I took off the shoes and socks from his feet. He raised his ass off of the couch so that I could pull his jeans down. I then saw that he was wearing a jock. He had pushed the pouch out of the way when he had pulled his cock out before. He raised his ass again so that I could pull the jock off. All the while I had been removing his clothes his cock had stiffened up again. Without clothes his cock looked even bigger. “You think you can ride this?”

    I didn’t want him to know that my ass had seen more cocks than I could even remember, so my response was, “I sure hope so”. A smile crossed his face.

    “Do you have any lube?” Not wanting him to know that I had tubes of lube scattered throughout my condo, I hurried to the bathroom and grabbed one, even though I could have grabbed the one that was in the drawer of my end table. I also grabbed a bottle of poppers since his cock was really thick and they would help me relax and then fuck like it had been months since the last dick had been up my ass.

    I squeezed some lube on my hand and slicked up Hank’s cock. He scooted forward slightly on the couch and I straddled him. He took the lube and put some on his fingers and began to explore and lube my twitching hole. First one finger entered me followed closely by a second. He moved his fingers around. “Your pussy is really tight.” All those exercises I do to keep my ass tight really had paid off. A third finger entered my hole and he started to twist his fingers as my head rolled back and I whimpered. He pulled his fingers out and aimed the tip of his cock toward my waiting hole. Before I sat down on his cock I took two large sniffs of the poppers. My head almost immediately started to spin as my heart rate increased.

    The tip of Hank’s cock felt like a branding iron against the ring of my ass. I slowly began to lower myself onto his thick dick. Even though it was probably one of the thickest cocks my ass had stretched for, it felt great. I had my hands on Hank’s hard pecs as I continued to slowly impale myself. Hank still had the fingers of one hand on the base of his cock. With the other hand he tweaked one of my nipples and then then the other.

    When I was about half way down Hank’s dick I stopped just to enjoy the feeling. Hank must have taken this as my unwillingness to take any more of his cock. “You’re doing great buddy. I usually can’t get guys to take even as much as you have.” Wanting to let him think he had the biggest I had ever experienced, I pretended to take another hit of the poppers and slid a bit farther down his dick. Hank moaned “Oh, fuck.” He removed his hand from my nipple and took the poppers from my hand and held it up to his nostrils. When he had finished he threw them to the side and started to buck his ass making more of his cock enter me. Hank started moaning “fuck, fuck, fuck”.

    Whether it was the poppers or my ability to take as much of Hank’s cock as I had, he lost control. His hands moved to my hips and he pushed me down as he raised his ass. His entire cock was now deep within me. Between me trying to move my ass up and down his fine cock and his hips trying to thrust even deeper his frustration and urgency must have increased. He put both hands on my ass and started to stand. All his muscles were taut as he rose slowly from the couch. I wrapped my arms around his neck to keep from falling. Holding my ass firmly in his hands and with my hanging on, he carried me to the only other door in my condo besides the bathroom he had seen me use. We entered my bedroom and moved swiftly to the bed. He leaned forward and I fell back on to the bed. His cock never left my hole. With his feet planted firmly on the floor and my back against my comforter, Hank grabbed my ankles and pushed them back toward my head. Using my legs for leverage he began to pound my ass. With each movement, his cock would almost leave my ass but then he would ram it forward making sure I felt every millimeter that he had to give.

    While the fucking wasn’t brutal, it was definitely rough, the kind of fuck I like to have occasionally, well maybe more than occasionally. Sweat was dripping off of Hank’s chest onto my abs. His eyes were tightly closed. I wanted to reach up to feel his sweat covered pecs but I didn’t want to distract him, he was in the zone. Hank was old enough to know how to throw a fuck and young enough to have amazing stamina. His relentless jabbing of my prostate caused me to cum twice while he fucked me. I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the ride.

    Hank growled and then said, “I’m getting close man”. Then after a few more thrusts and ragged breathes he asked “Do you want me to pull out and cum on you or fill your tank.” I used my body to reply, I thrust my ass as hard as I could against his cock. With a final growl from Hank, I felt the walls of my ass get coated with Hank’s thick, hot cream. I could feel three powerful spurts as Hank got as still as a statue. After a few more ragged breathes on both of our parts, Hank slide his cock slowly back and forth in my ass using his seed as the lubricant. When his cock finally started to soften and begin to slide from my ass, Hank collapsed on my chest totally covering my body under his. He had let go of my legs so I was able to lower them a bit on either side of his broad chest. When he started to regain control he flicked his tongue on one of my nipples and then the other. He moved his head up slightly and nipped and sucked on the skin over my collar bone. I was sure there would be a hickey there in the morning.

    We laid like that for a while before Hank stood up. “Man that was incredible. I’ve never had a piece of ass that could take me like that.” I started to sit up. “Don’t get up, just get comfortable. I’ll go get us some drinks. I’ll be right back.” While I scooted up the bed so that I was resting against the pile of pillows I have on my bed, I finally got to see Hank’s ass. As he walked out of the bedroom I was fascinated watching the muscles of his ass tighten and then release with each step.

    I heard the shower in my bathroom as Hank must have taken a quick rinse. It wasn’t long before he returned with a towel wrapped around his waist and a can of Coors Light in one hand and a vodka and diet coke in the other. While he sipped his beer, I went in and took a quick shower myself.

    We sat side by side on the bed sipping our drinks. I let my hands wander over his muscled body. He obviously was proud of his body because he made sure to flex a muscle when my hand was skimming over it. Soon my hand found its way back to Hank’s cock which began to harden as I slowly dragged my finger across the pronounced vein that ran along the bottom of his dick. It wasn’t long before his cock was hard as steel for the third time. He ultimately pushed my hand away and started getting out of bed.

    “Where are you going?”

    “To get the lube.” That sentence made my ass twitch again.

    “No worries, I have some more right here.” He dropped the towel from around his waist and got back into bed. I pulled open the drawer to my night stand and grabbed one of my other bottles of lube. Hank noticed the dildo I kept in the drawer and reached over me to grab it. Luckily it wasn’t one of my bigger ones. I didn’t want him to think that I had had anything bigger than him in my ass.

    “Rollover.” I rolled on to my stomach with my head resting on my arms. “Spread your legs.” I did and I could tell that he was on his knees between my legs. “Put one of those big pillows under lower stomach.” Placing the pillow there raised my ass higher off the bed. I heard Hank squeeze some of the lube into his hand. He didn’t rub it into my hole, instead he had covered the dildo with it and started to rub the dildo along my ass crack. After teasing me for a while, he place the head of the dildo against my hole and pushed it into my hole. I pushed back into it. “You are one horny little bastard.”

    Excruciatingly slow, he pushed and pulled the dildo in and out of my ass. Each time he pushed it a little farther but he would still pull it out all of the way before sliding it back in. There came a point when he stopped. I guessed that the dildo was about half the way into my ass. He grabbed my hips pulling my ass a little higher into the air and stuffed another pillow under me. I heard him squeeze out some more lube and heard the distinctive sound of lube being applied to a cock.

    It felt like Hank was holding the dildo in place and then I felt the hot head of his cock push against my ass and the dildo. “I’ve always wanted to try this.” I felt more pressure from his cock. “You ok? Do you need some more poppers?” I shook my head and said no before burying my face in a pillow to stop him from hearing me moan. Hank started to pull the dildo back a bit as he pushed his own cock with a little more force. The motion of both resulted in the head of his cock entering my ass ring with the dildo still within me. I’m not quite sure how he accomplished it but he would make what little of his cock was in my ass and the dildo move in opposite directions. Finally, even though I pride myself on being a size queen, I couldn’t take it anymore and pulled forward until his cock popped out but the dildo was still inside me. “That was amazing. I hope I didn’t hurt you too much.”

    “It’s ok, just put your cock in and fuck the hell out of me”, hich is exactly what he did. Even though he had only fucked me once, he knew how to take me to the edge then back off and then take me to the edge again. Since he had already given me two of his loads he was able to fuck me much longer and I enjoyed every minute. When he was close to coming he put more of his weight on my back. The feeling of his body against mine and his cock deep within me made me cum on the pillow. This time he pulled out and shot all over my back and ass. He grabbed the towel from the floor, cleaned his cock and then wiped the cum from my body. He laid down next to me or hot skin touching.

    “Do you think I can get a cab this late?”

    “You don’t have to leave.” He rolled on his side and pulled me to his chest. With his arm around me we both drifted off to sleep.

    I was woken by the sound of a ring tone but not my own, I realized it was Hank’s cell phone. I went out into the living room and was blinded by the light coming through my windows. I got the phone from the pocket of his jeans and brought it to him. My movement and the sound of his phone must have woken him because he was sitting up when I came back into the bedroom and handed him his phone.

    It was Billy on the phone and they spoke for a minute then Hank asked me what my address was which he in turn told Billy. After hanging up he told me that Billy had to check out of the hotel since it was already 11 am and was coming to pick him up. We took a quick shower while I gave his morning wood a workout with my mouth. He put on his jeans and shirt. He shoved the jock into his back pocket. I put on a pair of nylon running shorts and a cropped tank and then went to make some coffee. As we drank our coffee, Hank asked me if I would consider servicing Billy and him at the same time. He said it was something they had talked about doing but never could work up their nerve when they came to the city clubbing. Even though my ass was sore I immediately agreed.

    When Billy showed up he was wearing different clothes than he had been the previous night. He was still wearing jeans and boots but now was wearing a tight t-shirt. His shaggy hair was still a little wet from his shower. He looked damn hot. He was carrying a small overnight bag that he tossed to Hank, “I thought you’d like some clean clothes. I’m assuming the ones you were wearing last night might have gotten a little funky since you spent the night here.” He said it with a grin on his face.

    I went into the kitchen to pour Billy a cup of coffee and I could hear their voices. They must have talked about Hank’s idea since Billy already had his t-shirt off when I came back into the living room. Unlike Hank, he was completely smooth with a chiseled chest and a set of biceps to match Hank’s. He pulled of his jeans and boxers and displayed a nice piece of meat. Based on cock size these two men could have been brothers.

    Hank put one of his meaty hands on my back and pushed me toward his friend. I got down on my knees as Billy stroked his cock to his full size. As I pulled Billy’s cock into my mouth Hank said “You’re not going to believe what he can do with his mouth but his ass is going to blow you away.” While I worked on Billy’s cock I heard Hank remove his jeans. Together they moved me to the arm of my couch so that Hank could get to my ass while I continued to work on Billy’s cock with my mouth. It didn’t take long for Hank to find the bottle of lube we had used the previous evening and it wasn’t long before I felt his fingers in my ass again followed shortly by his cock. Over the next hour I got two loads from each of my construction hunks in both my mouth and my ass.

    When they had finally finished with both of my openings, Hank and I shared cell phone numbers and he told me that he would text me before they came to town again. Maybe I would break my rule and enjoy both of these cocks again. Maybe they would even bring another friend.

    Be Well,

    Chad

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  • Not Your Typical Father

    Not Your Typical Father

    Part Five

    The small shower was a very tight fit for two men. No way could three fit in there. The three men tossed a coin. Jim and Nick got heads and Mike got tails, so Jim and Nick showered together, but Mike went first.

    They dried themselves, all the while laughing. The three of them were hard as nails and dripping pre-cum. In the big king-sized bed they formed a daisy chain. Nick and Jim resumed where they left off when Jim’s telephone call had interrupted them.

    Instinctively, they all stopped before cumming. While preparing themselves to fuck and be fucked, Jim said, “It’s been so long, guys. I don’t know how I can thank you.”

    “There is no need to thank us,” Dad said. “We are having as much fun as you. Just forget everything and enjoy yourself.”

    “No offense,” Jim said, “but Nick is bigger than you, Mike. Would you mind if I fuck you and he fucks me.”

    “That’s exactly what I was going to suggest.”

    The three mature men knew exactly how to prolong their orgasms as long as possible. They fucked each other slowly and sensuously for nearly an hour before they all came. Dad came shooting on his chest. Nick and Jim removed their condoms and turned them inside out, adding their juices to Dad’s. Then all three feasted on the mixture as if it was custard pudding.

    They didn’t shower again, but cleaned themselves with a wash cloth. Cuddling and fondling each other, they enjoyed a satisfying sexual afterglow. After a long silence Dad asked, “You know Jim, our sons hit it off really well, when you sent Tom around to us on his eighteenth birthday. I fully expected him to visit us again. I doubt there would have been any charge, given how Brad had fallen for him. To tell the truth Brad was devastated when Tom never came around again. In fact, he never turned another trick. Have you any idea why Tom didn’t call again? He promised that he would.”

    Jim gave out one long sigh. “I am so sorry, Mike,” he mumbled. “Tom told me how he felt about Brad, and I threatened him that if he persisted in a relationship with a prostitute, I would cut him off, and not help him with his education. I’m so sorry, Mike. At the time I thought I was doing the right thing.”

    “Tell you what,” Dad said. “Let’s all get some sleep, and we’ll talk about this in the morning. Stay here in our bed, Jim. You’ll find out that Nick and I only take up one space.”

    “I’d like that. It’s lonely sleeping alone. I have been doing that since my wife died.”

    “We’re expecting Brad and his boyfriend for breakfast tomorrow, so you’ll get to renew old acquaintance.”

    “I’m looking forward to it. I met Tom’s main squeeze at graduation ceremonies. He seems like a fine young fellow. Maybe we can get the four of them together. They might become friends.”

    “Sounds like a great idea,” Nick said, trying very hard not to laugh.

    “Speaking of friendship, I’m glad we are all becoming friends, Jim. We’ll have a ball at Smiley’s tomorrow night.” Little by little they all drifted off to sleep.

    Jim was the last to awaken. He could smell bacon frying in the kitchen. He poked his nose into the aromatic room. “Have I got time to shave, shit and shower?” he asked.

    “Yeah, the boys always sleep late on Saturday. Take your time. They won’t be here for at least another forty-five minutes.” By that time the three men were showered, shaved and dressed, and waiting for Brad to arrive with his lover.

    “Don’t listen for a knock on the door,” Dad said to Jim. “They have a key and will barge right in. Occasionally they have caught Nick and me in a compromising position. But it’s only fair. Before they got a place of their own, we caught them often enough. Ain’t love grand?”

    “It sure is,” Jim said. “I envy you guys, and my son and his friend.”

    “Who knows? Maybe tonight at Smiley’s will be your lucky night. Before you woke up, I called some friends to make sure they would be there this evening. I told them we had a real hunk visiting. The word ‘hunk’ is magic. They’ll be there,” Nick assured Jim, who could do nothing but smile.

    **********

    When they heard my key in the door, Dad and Nick both began to shake a bit. I opened the door and held it for Tom to enter first. He saw his father before I did. I heard two visible gasps before I saw the reason for the shock.

    I hate to say it, but Tom was quivering in front of his father. The rest of us were speechless. Jim was beginning to realize just who I was.

    “Brad,” he said, “you’re that Brad. What a fool I’ve been.” He rushed to his crestfallen son and engulfed him in his strong arms.

    “Forgive me,” he cried. “I am so sorry.” He waved for me to join him. Reluctantly I approached him and he began to hug both of us. I glanced up to see my dad crying, and Nick smiling. Somehow I felt that we were all experiencing some sort of a reunion. Tom was sobbing on his father’s shoulder, but I knew how happy his tears were.

    When we separated, Dad insisted we sit down and have breakfast. He took two bridge chairs from his front hall closet and we all squeezed around the table. Nobody knew exactly what to say. It was Tom who broke the ice.

    “I’m sorry I disobeyed you and deceived you, Dad, but I loved Brad too much to give him up. I love him even more now. I could never give him up.”

    “I would never ask you to.”

    Finally, I got my own tongue back. “However did you get here after all these years?” I asked Jim. He told me about the missing piece of paper he found when he was moving into his small apartment in Manhattan.

    “I called your dad, Brad, and when he realized who I was, he asked me to come over. Thank God he didn’t dismiss me out of hand. I deserved it for sure.” I reached out and touched Jim’s hand. He smiled at me, and with that smile, I entered the first day of a life even more wonderful than Tom and I had known up to now.

    Nick told us about their plans to play match-maker that evening at Smiley’s, and Tom and I announced that nothing would keep us away.

    **********

    Smiley’s! Saturday night! The joint was jumping. The five of us went in, and searched for Dad’s three friends. We found them in a circle near the piano player. Tom and I knew them all well, so we joined in with the hello kisses. Finally Nick introduced Jim to Roger, Art and Stan. They were all about Dad and Nick’s age but slightly younger than Jim.

    It was Art who took possession of Jim before anybody else could. He grabbed Jim’s arm and steered him toward the bar. “Let me buy you a drink, handsome,” he said. Jim was awe struck. It was his first time in a gay bar, and this good looking guy wanted to buy him a drink. He just followed Art silently to the bar. Art was indeed a stunner. He was thirty-eight years old, six feet, one inch tall, with blue eyes. His sandy blond hair was receding, but that did not diminish his rugged good looks.

    “What’s your drink of choice?” Art asked.

    “Scotch and soda, and thanks Art.”

    “No need to thank me. You can get the next one. Frankly I’m trying to get you high so you’ll go home with me.”

    Jim looked long and hard at Art before replying. “You don’t need to get me high to go home with you. I’d rather do that cold sober.” Art smiled, leaned into Jim, and kissed him on the lips. Jim responded by parting his lips and soon their tongues were tickling each other. They got their drinks, but did not return to their friends. Instead they found a different space to talk to each other.

    “What’s your line?” Art asked.

    “I’m a sales rep for a paper company out of Ohio. How about you?”

    “I own a Radio Shack franchise. Mike used to work for me until he landed that great job making micro chips. What’s your territory?”

    “New England, New York, New Jersey and Pennsylvania.”

    “You must travel a lot? I’d hate that. I’m very much a home body,” Art admitted.

    “I didn’t mind it so much in my younger days, but I do now. My son Tom has settled down here in Buffalo. I’d like to be closer to him and his partner.” After some hesitation, Jim added, “…and his partner’s fathers.”

    “It seems to me that you could move to Buffalo and still handle your territory.”

    “Sure, but I wouldn’t be here any more than I get to be here while living in New York City.”

    Art smiled. “How about coming home with me now. I’d like to discuss this further. I like you Jim. I like you a lot.”

    “Could we finish our drinks first, and say goodbye to the guys?”

    **********

    A year later, when his lease was up, Jim moved out of his Manhattan apartment and moved in with Art Frazier in Buffalo. They bought a second Radio Shack franchise from a friend of Art’s, who was retiring. Jim managed the new acquisition, and Art managed the old one.

    Both men had been seeking a loving partner all their lives. Jim had loved his wife, but she could never satisfy his emotional needs like Art could. Art’s quest was to find the perfect lover. When they made love that first night, it was wild and unrestrained. They sucked, fucked and rimmed each other, shouting obscenities all the time.

    Initially, what they had between them was lust, and compatibility in the bedroom. Little by little they began to love each other. Their love making remained lustful, but it changed subtly. There was more desire to please the other. At the beginning, each was interested in only pleasing himself. Sensuality gradually replaced raw sex. They reached a point where they could not bear to be apart. It was then that they made the decision to buy the available franchise and for Jim to move to Buffalo.

    Art and Jim, my dad and Nick, and Tom and I, became a close-knit family in every sense of the word. We celebrated holidays together and all our birthdays. When we ate out it was usually together. If one of us had a serious problem, he bounced it off all the others, seeking their help and advice.

    My dad’s career on the streets (and my very brief one) was never discussed. Dad never missed those days at all. He made a good living, and he got to sleep with Nick every night. Nick’s children called him Papa. He loved them dearly, and he and Nick spoiled them silly.

    After Tom and I got our certification, we gave up our jobs to start our own firm. It was tough at first, and we lived minimally. But we prospered and our firm grew to where we now have four associates, two bookkeepers and three clerical workers. We are still growing.

    That’s not all that’s growing. I can safely say that Tom and I love each other more every day. I was only on the streets a few days, but if I hadn’t been there, I would not have met Tom. Truly, I have no regrets.

    Nick and my dad have told me that they have the same gratitude. If Dad had not been on the streets, they would never have met either. When you get right down to it, Jim and Art also met as a result of my father being a prostitute.

    Everything happens for a reason.

    The End


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  • Truckers Stop

    John got a new truck rout driving from Detroit all the way down to Atlanta Georgia 3 day’s a week. He alway’s like to stop at his favourite stop just pass Morristown Tennessee  were the food and lodging is very well know to all of the drivers who do this rout. It was around 12 30 pm when he decided to pull into the stop for some lunch. He always like to sit up on the bar stool to where his favourite waitress Joanna was, He then place his order of burger and fries before another trucker sat on the stool beside him. They both look at each other with some form of passion in their eyes before they started to chat.

    John was just a short fucker around 5’8 a good 160 short dark hair along with a trim beard that he likes wearing, As for the other trucker he was much larger a good 6’2 well over 240 along with slick black short hair with a Burt Reynolds type moustache back in the 70’s. They both chatted over their lunch as John finally got the nerve up to ask him what is name was. He told John to call him Rex and he is from the city of Bay City Michigan that he travels up and down this interstate every 6 weeks taking a load of car parts into the Atlanta area.

    They both started to laugh when the Rigs would not fire up for some reason, They began to get their cells out to call out a service man so they can get going on down the road. It took a good 30 minutes before their service guy’s to show up to look at their Rigs. Hey guy’s you not going hit the road until next morning they were both told. The service men had to go back into town to order a special part and that it would have to stay here for the night.

    ” Hey Rex I guess we stuck here my friend “

    ” Why don’t we split the cost of a room at the hotel here “

    ” That is a great ideal John “

    They are now heading back over to the Hotel to see if there was any room left for the night, The desk person told them both that he has only 1 room left with a queen size bed non smoking room.

    ” How much Rex ask the disk person “

    ” 70 bucks tax included, along with a free Wi and cable TV “

    ” Fuck that is real good deal Rex “

    ” We will take John told the kid at the disk “

    They are both settle into the room before Rex went over to put the TV on so he can watch the Detroit Tigers baseball game, How about I go down to the store and get a 12 back of Bud for the night Rex. That sounds good here is 15 bucks and grab some snacks too. The two of them are really enjoying the beers and snacks before Rex made a pass at John. 

    ” Hey John was wondering if you ever fuck with a man before  “

    ” A long time ago in school “

    ” Wow “

    ” Who with dude “

    ” My Gym teacher the last year of high school ‘

    ” I had just turn 18 and had a sexual fantasy about him ‘

    ” Thats fucking hot John ” 

    ” That man really know how to suck my 7 plus cock Tex ‘

    ” I bet you 100 bucks that I can do better “

    ” Show me Tex “

    John then began to unbuckle the belt on his 501 Levis jeans that he like wearing.Rex started to get all excited as he was helping John with the buttons on jeans taking his time slowing unbutton each button. John then lay down on the bed to watch Rex strip down to his white Hanes Briefs that he likes wearing. John began to pull off his red bikini briefs with the help from Rex, He then began to moan as Rex moustache started to tingle his shaft and balls, Rex had a wide mouth that can deep throat any size dick. Rex was in full motion work on John’s cock and sucking all of the pre cum out of his dick. It took about 10 minutes before John shot a load all over Rex moustache.

    ” Fuck that was the best dude “

    ” I told you would like it John “

    ” You suck much better then any women that I know of “

    ” Fuck Rex love hearing that my friend “

    ” How would you like to cum “

    ” I alway enjoy fucking a hole John “

    ” Need to tell you that I have not been fuck in well over 4 years ago Rex “

    ” He was a married Biker from Ohio “

    ” Was he good at it “

    ” Yes he was and  that man really knew how to fuck a hole “

    ” How old was he “

    ” He was in his late 50’s with a build like a brick shit house “

    ” Are you all ready for my hard cock in your ass John “

    ” I am but you must put lots of lube on your cock and take it slowly Rex “

    ” I will and were do you keep your lube bottle “

    ” It is over in my travel bag and bring the poppers with you “

    ” Fuck I am not done poppers sense College John “

    John was bend over the side of the bed with his briefs pull down to his ankles as Rex began to pour some lube on his massive cock and John tight hole. They both snort the poppers before Rex dick started to go inside his ass.

    ” You all ready “

    ” Fuck I am so fucking horny Rex “

    ” Take this John “

    ” Fuck go slow dude it hurts “

    ” Take some more poppers John “

    ” Fuck you real tight my friend “

    Rex began to fuck John hole in full motion as the two of them began screaming of sexual pleasure and passion. As Rex large hairy balls were slapping John hole real hard and good now.

    ” Fuck me Rex ” 

    ” Fuck me Rex “

    ” Fuck I love you cock dude “

    ” Fuck you are so fucking tight dude ‘

    ” Fuck me harder “

    ” Harder Rex “

    ” You are making me close dude “

    ” Fuck I am so close dude “

    ” Oh my God almost their “

    ” Holy Shittttttttttttttttttt “

    As Rex body started to tremble back and forth while he was shooting off his load inside John ass, It was just over 5 minutes when Rex pull his dick out of John’s ass before he headed off to grab a shower. Their was still a lot’s of cum and ass juice left on Rex cock before John started to suck Rex semi hard cock once more. 

    ” Fuck Rex I love the taste of your sweet honey “

    ” I know you do John and lick the rest of it right off me now “

    John was all finished slurping up the rest of Rex load before he grab another can of beer so he can wash it all down his throat. They both took a long shower together as they both slept  deeply that night. The time was around 7 30 am as Rex put on his white Hanes briefs and jeans as he went back into the bathroom to brush his teeth. John woke up about 15 minute later and notice a note from Rex to meet him in the truckers stop for some breakfast .

    It was shortly after 10 am they were booth back in their Rigs driving down to Atlanta to dump of their loads of car parts. Rex and John kept in touch for a good year or so until Rex e-mail him a letter telling him he was getting married to some big CEO daughter and not to keep in touch with him anymore. John wrote a nasty e-mail back to him to wish him all the best.

  • Death to Blonds

    What, again? Clint thought as he rolled over in the bed and encountered warm, hard flesh. His head was pounding. His ass was tingling too. Felt like a Mac truck had rammed itself up in there. He liked that feeling; seemed he spent half his life trying to open himself wide–with help, of course. He liked it better when the truck was still parked, though. And when it did a little rocking and forward and reversing in there. He rolled back toward the edge of the bed, ready to continue out onto the floor and stagger to the bathroom. A headache you wouldn’t believe. But his eyes couldn’t find the bathroom door where it should be. No, he didn’t have to piss. Must have done that in the night. So there must be a bathroom somewhere. Smelt like lust, like heavy sex. Sweat. Cum. Needed the shower.

    Shit. This wasn’t even his own bedroom. Where had he gone after leaving the precinct last night? All he knew was that he’d gathered another grief yesterday to add to those he wanted to forget. It was another guilt-laden one. He’d pumped Garrison for information–using a goddam lie–and then pumped him and left him. Not long after that Garrison was dead. Was that in any part his fault? Was any part of that not his fault?

    What bar had he wound up in? What sleazy hotel room? Shit, he hoped this wasn’t the Christopher Hotel. But, no, what he’d seen of the Christopher recently had been refurbished. This one obviously hadn’t been refurbished since the Hoover administration. How did they get those stains on the ceiling? Guy must have been a real gusher.

    Well, it must have a bathroom. He sure hoped it did. Needed to get under a shower–and find some Tylenol. There had to be a bathroom here somewhere. First things first. Get out of the bed first.

    He moved closer to the edge and began to swing his legs over the side. But a light brown arm–colored tattoos from here to there, a full sleeve of riotous color–reached over him and pulled him back into the center of the bed. No problem doing it at all either. Much bigger guy than Clint.

    An Hispanic, Clint thought. Tattoos. Bulging muscles. Where was there a bar featuring Hispanic motorcycle gangs? Had the fuck been good? Important questions first. Did the size of the cock go with the size of the body? Hard. Young. Prime.

    “Good morning, blondie. We fuck good. We fuck again.” The voice heavily accented. Guttural. Commanding.

    Without even getting a good look at him, Clint felt himself being pulled over on top of a prone, hard body, facing a pair of gigantic feet. Big hands at his waist settled him on the cock.

    “Beautiful bod. You could be a star. Done porn? You fuck like you done porn.”

    Yep, big body, big cock. God, he’s long, Young and hard bodied, Clint thought as he felt the cock slide up into him. No problem on the fit. How long ago since we did it? How many times? God, I wish I’d been there for it. I haven’t gotten a good look at him. Who cares, with a cock like this?

    Clint’s knees were on either side of the big Hispanic’s torso, folding his thighs down to his calves. He arched his torso back, digging his fists into the mattress on either side of bulging biceps.

    Well, maybe just one good-morning fuck, he thought. The cock was in deep. He knew he’d enjoy it. He began counterthrusting, moving with the thrusting of man’s cock. Groaning and grunting. Panting for it. Let’s do this!

    “Knew you wanted it. Couldn’t get enough of it last night.”

    Condoms. Had they done it with condoms? Were they doing it now with condoms? Were they . . . ? “Oh fuck, yes. Oh, shit! Getitgetitgetit!”

    The Hispanic hunk folded Clint back flat against his chest, one tattooed arm across his chest, a hand cupping his chin, holding the back of Clint’s head into the hollow of his neck. The other hand went to encircling Clint’s cock and stroking it to the rhythm of the churning of the cock inside Clint’s channel.

    The hand on Clint’s cock. “Yesss! Fuck me. Fuck me hard!” Once that hand is on my cock, we gogogogo.

    A hand pulling on Clint’s right calf, pulling his leg out and unfolding it. Another hand doing the same with the other leg. How many hands?

    Clint’s eyes flew open. His eyes could hardly see the second man, holding his legs up and out with fists on his ankles. Hovering over Clint and the man under him. Moving his knees up on the bed on either side of the Hispanic’s closed legs and between Clint’s spread-eagled ones.

    Another Hispanic. Chest a riot of colored tattoos. Black hair down to his shoulders. A bodybuilder’s torso. Young. hard bodied. Prime.

    “Oh, shit, no.” Two of them. There are two of them! And the second one isn’t going to wait for a solo turn. But, god he’s got a beautiful body. It was coming back to Clint now. Big Mike’s bar. The challenge. A double. Begging to be punished with a double.

    He felt the bulb of the second guy at his entrance, above the already-sunk cock of the guy under him.

    “Yes. Fuck me!” Clint cried out. “Get it in there! Both of you. Do it. Now! Shiiit Yessss.”

    The ultimate barrier against remembering what you don’t want to remember.

    * * * *

    Clint thought about nothing at all–gloriously about nothing at all–as he double-timed it to his apartment, showered, grabbed coffee and a bagel while he dressed–Why does raw, brutal sex with two young studs make you so hungry? he mused–and then broke the speed limits, which is hard to do in Manhattan, getting to the precinct only slightly late–or as the other detectives would happily inform him, earlier than usual.

    As he was climbing the stairs he permitted himself to ask the question. Did he regret it? That the answer, “not in the slightest,” came so easily told him how much of a man slut he’d become. But just like a Mac truck ramming him up in there. Just like he liked it. And he hadn’t thought about the death of Garrison–and so many others–while he was being driven.

    He didn’t go out to track down and interview the crew members of the Larnaka Star with the others. He grabbed at the duty to travel to Trenton, Maryland, after he arrived at work to hear the guys in the squad joking about how they’d tell Greg Garrison’s parents how their son gotten beaten to death by fucking with the New York mobs. Clint believed that Garrison should have been brought to justice for what he did, but not the sort of stolen justice that he came to. And he certainly didn’t think the parents deserved to be consoled with sneers.

    To balance this, Clint volunteered to take the long drive to Trenton and, in giving the news, he didn’t go beyond saying that he had known Greg and known him to be a man of loyalty to those he loved. He could do this with a clear conscious, because he knew that it had been loyalty to Greg’s military friend from Afghanistan duty that had led Greg into everything else–and that he had persisted, regardless of the personal sacrifice, in bringing a sense of justice to that friend.

    It had been an all-day trip. When Clint got back to the squad room, either the other detectives were still out running down Larnaka Star crew members or they were done for the day and had gone home. He sat for a while, still wondering if he’d done the right thing by deep-sixing his summary of the statement Garrison hadn’t realized he was giving to the police. Who was he to be playing God on this? He knew that a good cop–or at least one who played strictly by the book–would write it up, give it to Lieutenant Kahn, and let whatever happened happen. But his squad didn’t always play by the book. The very existence of his squad was something other than playing by the book.

    But who was he kidding? After having visited with Greg’s parents, Clint knew they didn’t deserve any of the fallout that would happen if the police believed Garrison’s unwitting testimony and confession and acted accordingly.

    It had been a rotten day. It had been a rotten week. Clint needed to lose himself in a total fuck. What he had gotten this morning hadn’t been enough; it hadn’t been rough enough, even with the two of them. They hadn’t punished him enough in the taking; they’d fucked for the pleasure of it–for the pleasure of all of them. They’d wanted Clint to enjoy it too–and he had. Clint felt the need to be punished, to be taken by someone thinking only of himself. Usually at these times, Danny would recognize the dark place Clint was in and would take care of him. Danny knew how to do him totally without leaving any bruises showing. But he and Danny weren’t getting along very well just now–and Danny wasn’t here.

    Clint rose from his desk, left the precinct, and went to a subway station that would take him down to the docks area, to Christopher Street. He told himself that the other detectives might still be down there and that he’d join them, take report on what they’d found so far, and then join them. But his body knew better why he was going down there.

    When he walked into The Dugout bar, he could see that the bartenders were moping around–just going through the motions–all affected in one way or the other by Greg Garrison’s murder. Clint had told his parents that Greg was well liked by his coworkers. From the way they were behaving tonight–the night after his body had been found–Clint felt that he had been right, even though he would have said that to Garrison’s parents regardless.

    In contrast, the clientele was even more boisterous than usual. The Russian sailor and his friends were there, at a table in shadows at the back of the room. They were all keyed up. He could see the flashing in their eyes. They were louder than usual, and there were more empty beer mugs on their table than usual. They obviously were het up about something.

    Clint wasn’t in the mood for preliminaries. After getting a beer at the bar, during which he sensed all eyes from that table and from several other areas of the room as well, on him, he walked directly to the Russian’s table, set his beer down, leaned down, lifted the Russian’s chin so that he faced up, and took the Russian’s mouth in his in a deep kiss. One of the Russian’s arms went immediately around his waist and pulled Clint close in beside him. He cupped Clint’s package with his other hand.

    Coming out of the kiss, Clint said, in a husky voice in which arousal was obvious, “We always seem to be interrupted. I don’t want you to think that it was my idea to stop you the other two times.”

    “So, you want Sergey’s cock, do you?” the Russian asked in a beery voice.

    “Yes, if you’re Sergey, I want Sergey’s cock. Want to go somewhere?”

    “Yes. Soon. But I’m with my friends now and with my crewmates around me like this, I don’t think anyone is going to disturb us. I want a taste now; then more later. Like I did last time, but with a later this time. You want to wait?”

    “No,” Clint said. “I want it now. Here. With everyone watching how good you do me.” And he did want that. Part of the thrill was that, as he walked across the room, all attention had focused on him. He was a magnate for other men. When he was in heat, all men around him were in heat. He wanted them all to watch him get fucked, for everyone in the room, including him, to feel like they were fucking him at the same time. A double wasn’t enough. He wanted it all.

    Sergey had already been pulling Clint into his lap, facing the table. “Good, because I give it to whether you say yes or no.”

    The Russian’s friends, including the Baltic hulk, who sat directly across from them, leaned into the table, eyes big and attentive, hands under the table on crotches, as the Russian pulled Clint’s T-shirt over his head and palmed his pecs. Clint lifted his arms and locked a fist on a wrist behind the Russian’s neck. Their lips and tongues met in a deep, wet, full-tongues kiss.

    The Russian was moving his groin underneath Clint, letting him feel the rising strength of his cock. Clint had already been skewered on the cock once before, so he wasn’t surprised at the size of it. Still, he gasped and groaned.

    When they came up for air from the kiss, Clint muttered, “Don’t make me wait. It’s been a rough day.”

    “And you want I should take the roughness away?”

    “No. I want it to be a rough fuck too.”

    “A taste now. Later I fuck you as rough as you can take. Maybe more.”

    The Russian growled to the man next to him, “Pants, Vlad,” and the man fumbled at Clint’s belt buckle and zipper and pulled his jeans and briefs down and off his legs. The Russian had unzipped himself too, and his hardening cock was inside Clint’s butt cleavage, the upper side of the staff rubbing across Clint’s entrance. The Russian pushed Clint’s torso down on the table top with one hand on the back of his neck, while his legs widened and spread Clint’s legs, and the Russian positioned his cock with the other hand.

    “No, wait,” Clint gasped. “A condom. Protection.”

    “I thought you wanted it now,” The Russian said with a guttural laugh. “OK, OK. Vlad, anyone. Rubber. Now.”

    Five packets skidded across the table top between empty beer mugs from several directions.

    “Want to see it in his face, Sergey,” The Baltic hulk muttered, and the Russian wrapped one arm around Clint’s neck and pulled his body up while the other hand positioned the cock head.

    Then Clint was panting and groaning and whispering, “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck yes,” as his channel was slowly lowered on the hard, thick staff. The grimace in Clint’s face lit up the faces of the men leaning into the table. They licked their lips in arousal and moved their hands in their laps.

    Clint sucked in his breath, feeling the loss, as the cock drew out of him. Then he cried out and gasped as it thrust hard and deep back up inside him.

    “Rough like that?” the Russian asked.

    “Rougher,” Clint said with a groan. “Punish me.”

    “Want it deeper,” the Russian muttered, and the men on either side of him reached down and each grabbed one of Clint’s ankles and raised and spread his legs further. Clint grabbed the handles of the chair and began raising and lowering himself on the cock in rhythm with the Russian’s grunting and upward thrusts, his hands now on Clint’s waist, helping Clint to raise his channel up the cock and then thrusting down hard as Clint released the tension in his arms.

    “You want it bad,” the Russian muttered.

    “Yes, I want it bad,” Clint answered. He was screaming to himself in his mind: Harder, deeper, punish me, make me forget.

    Vlad leaned over and took Clint’s cock in his mouth and sucked him off, bringing him to ejaculation not long before the Russian gave an “Ufff,” held Clint down into his groin motionless for a short minute, raised and lowered him slowly twice, and then jerked his pelvis three times.

    They held there for a few minutes after the Russian had shot off.

    “Is good?”

    “Yes, is very good,” Clint answered with a sigh.

    “Is better without rubber,” the Russian said. “You let me do it in hallway without rubber.”

    “We don’t know each other that well. And I didn’t have much choice in the hallway.”

    “We know each other better in a few minutes.” Then the Russian lifted Clint off of him and turned him over to Vlad, who showed every desire of continuing with Clint himself, with Clint not showing quite the same interest in him.

    “Hey, I got good cock too. I can show you good time too.”

    Clint didn’t respond other than to brush Vlad’s searching hands away. His eyes were following the Russian as he stood and went around the table. Clint believed the Russian could give him more of what he thought he needed.

    The others at the table were still as statues, still leaning into the watching in their minds’ eyes the fucking that had gone on at the table in the shadows of the bar room. The rest of the room was more quiet than usual too. Most–the ones who hadn’t just arrived–had realized what was happening and some had tried to look on without those at the table seeing that they were interested.

    The Russian reached the Baltic hulk and leaned down and whispered something to him. He straightened up then and said, “I go take piss now. Pietr here will see you not bothered.”

    As soon as Sergey was through the door to the corridor to the johns, the Baltic hulk, who Clint now knew was named Pietr, rose and came around the table.

    “Put pants and shirt back on now. We go.”

    “Where?” Clint asked.

    “We go to where Sergey fuck you good. Then maybe I fuck you good too. Maybe Sergey and me fuck you together.”

    Clint shivered. He didn’t know if Pietr was saying this to frighten him, but it had the opposite effect. It’s exactly what he wanted tonight. The same the Hispanics had given him, but with cruelty. Clint was sure that the Russian and his friend would be cruel. Brunelli had been cruel. That’s way Clint had gone with him repeatedly.

    The others started to rise from the table. “You stay,” Pietr commanded. “Sergey say you stay.”

    Vlad reluctantly let Clint rise from his lap and then looked longingly at him as Pietr and Clint walked out of the bar.

    “Where are we going?” Clint asked after they’d started walking. They were going in the direction of the docks.

    “Sergey not tell me to take you–we go to the ship. I want you to see something. Sergey say he fuck you till you can fuck no more. Sergey crazy. I want to show you what Sergey wants.”

    “I don’t know,” Clint said, his steps faltering.

    “You want to die? If not come see what Sergey does to men he fucks. Then we call police. I have enough of Sergey’s ways. You happy I save you, then maybe you fuck with me. I fuck better than Sergey does.”

    He had a steel grip on Clint’s wrist and Clint followed him, knowing where they were going.

    No hands were on deck at the Larnaka Star as they walked up the gangway. Pietr led Clint down into the bowels of the vessel–down ladders, through narrow corridors, down other ladders. When Pietr pushed Clint into a small cabin down a long, dark corridor, Clint had no question that this was the killing room the detectives had found when they’d searched the ship.

    There was a cot with cuffs at the four corners, blood stains on the floor, and a table with various instruments of sexual torture on it.

    He had been with the Russian three times now. Three brushes with death. It had been a close thing each time.

    He turned to say something to Pietr, but whatever he was going to say was knocked out of him. A fist slammed into his face and then one into his solar plexus, doubling him over. Then another upper cut to his face and he went down hard on the floor. He felt the kick in the ribs . . . and then nothing.

    * * * *

    Clint came around and immediately realized that he was on his belly on the cot with his wrists and ankles cuffed at the four corners. He idiotically thought that the cuffs were so tight and rough that they’d bruise. Just like this serial killer’s other victims. He was in pain everywhere along his body. The beating must have continued, Clint thought. What might be broken? Who the hell cares what’s broken? This maniac is going to kill me.

    There was only one area of his body that wasn’t in the pain of a beating. It was his channel. It was filled with something more than even the Russian had. There was pain here too, but it was a glorious pain. Clint was getting a royal fucking. Pietr was straddling his hips and fucking him hard and deep, with long, deep thrusts of a thick cock. He had his hands around Clint’s neck and was choking him.

    Clint couldn’t help himself–this was both his tragedy and his fetish. He was coming–prodigiously–and he knew that if he lived long enough, he’d come again and again. This was fucking. This was what sent him to heaven.

    He realized that Pietr wasn’t wearing a condom. And he knew he was beyond panic when he caught him thinking about the Russian, Sergey, saying it was better without a condom–and, from what he was getting from Pietr–Clint agreed with the Russian.

    Pietr pulled his cock out of him, came at his entrance, and then slammed the staff home and resumed fucking.

    How is he going to clean that up? Get rid of his DNA? Clint nonsensically wondered. The detective in him had his eyes scanning the room. There was a metal trough and a metal hose on a spigot over in the corner of the room. But could he get it all clean. Maybe he wore condoms with the others. Maybe I’m the last. Maybe he plans to move on now.

    God he can fuck. God he can fuck.

    This was what, in fact, would send him to heaven, he realized, as Pietr started working a plastic bag over his head.

    He was gasping for air, the bag firmly covering his face. Then when he was about ready to give up, having come a second time–and so wanted to wait until he could come again–the bag was being jerked off his head, Pietr was screaming in some foreign language, others were screaming in English, and the weight of Pietr was being pulled off of him.

    * * * *

    “How did you find me? Were you following me?”

    Clint had been unbound but still was on the cot, on his side, his legs across Danny’s lap, as Danny held him and rocked him.

    “No, jackass. We were following this guy–and the Russian too. From the interviews, we were honing in on one or the other. Quite a performance you put on in that bar.”

    “Then what took you so long to find me. I was choking here.” He’d meant it to take the heaviness off the air, to keep from crying himself. But Danny took him seriously.

    “Damn freighter’s a warren of hallways and ladders. Even though we’d been here before, this cabin was hard to find.”

    “You weren’t there. You weren’t there when I returned from Trenton, Danny. I needed it, Danny. I needed it bad. And you weren’t there.”

    “I’ve told you this is going to get you killed, Clint. You’re a damn fine cop and an even better lay. But you keep looking for it like this and it’s going to get you killed.”

    “I . . . I . . . can’t help it, Danny.”

    “I know, I know. I’ll just have to put bells on those balls from now on so that I know where you are–and who you’re getting done by.”

    “But we caught him, didn’t we, Danny? And it wasn’t Brunelli, was it?”

    “Yes we caught him. Thanks to you, this case will be iron clad. And no, it wasn’t Brunelli. But I don’t regret that he was put down.”

    “Neither do I, Danny. But it was a stolen judgment. It just isn’t as sweet if it’s stolen.”

    But enough of that, Clint thought. There was nothing he could do about anyone’s justice now. He needed to think more pleasant thoughts. If the Russian wasn’t the serial killer, Clint wondered if he was still waiting for him back at The Dugout.

    [FINI]


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  • R and R

    THE PICK-UP

    ‘Wanna fuck around?’ I asked quietly.

    He hesitated.

    The ‘he’ in this case was Eric, a sexy, lithe soldier in civilian clothes on R&R leave. He’d met up with me and a group of my friends at a straight bar in a seedy part of downtown Honolulu. He was friendly, with a quick smile and a good sense of humor, and we liked him right away. After the bar closed, we all went over to a friend’s place and continued drinking beer until I announced I was going home. Eric then asked me if I’d drop him off at the cheap motel he was staying at ‘with some buddies.’ Of course, I agreed, so here we were in my car outside his motel.

    During the evening, he and I had exchanged what I felt were some meaningful glances, and he came across as something of a good-looking flirt. My friends and I were the sort of macho, gruff athletes not usually taken for gay, so my blunt question about wanting to fuck around might have been a bit of a surprise for Eric. I held my breath waiting for his reaction. You’ve got to ask, but I was prepared for rejection.

    He looked at me for a few moments and then whispered, ‘Sure. Come on up.’

    I smiled, nicely, and began to get out of the car when he added, ‘But I don’t, you know, do anything…’ His voice trailed off but his message of non-reciprocation was clear. It was not the first time I’d heard the same kind of thing from a horny pickup interested only in his own sexual gratification.

    ‘Hey! No problem,’ I reassured him. ‘We’ll just have a little fun. Fuck around. Release pressure. That’s all. All you have to do is relax and enjoy yourself.’ I purposely used the term ‘fuck around’ again to reinforce the idea that sex was the goal.

    He grinned and got out of the car.

    As we approached his room, he put a finger to his lips. ‘Let’s not make noise. My buddies are in these other rooms. I don’t want them to…’ Again, his voice trailed of, but I understood and smiled agreeably, not making a sound. He looked relieved.

    In the sparse but clean room, he looked bewildered, simply not knowing what to do, but I took the lead and started to undress him, while undressing myself. Under his modest cotton shirt was an impressively well-developed chest with sinewy muscles and large, hard nipples.

    ‘You’ve got a great body,’ I sighed softly, while unbuckling his belt.

    ‘Thanks,’ he whispered shyly.

    I let his pants slip to the floor. The bulge in his jockey shorts was impressive. Big balls, I figured, and a very long cock which, obviously, was already half-hard. It was a good sign.

    He leaned down to step out of and remove his pants as I took off my shirt and dropped my pants. His mouth fell open when my Euro-style bikini briefs came into view just as he was at eye-level with them. I was so aroused that the briefs gapped in front and he could see down into the pouch.

    ‘Geez,’ he sputtered, straightening up but continuing to stare down at my unmistakably very large cock. ‘You know, I told you that I don’t…’

    ‘Don’t worry about it,’ I interrupted. ‘This is going to be fun for both of us. You don’t have to do a thing. And you sure won’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, honest.’ I smiled reassuringly.

    He nodded nervously, glancing, again, at my cock.

    ‘Let’s get you naked,’ I said playfully, grinning.

    His attention was diverted and he grinned back as I tugged at his shorts. Out popped a perfect penis! Unrestricted, it rose to full glory as we both stared at it. It straightened up, stiffened, extended itself, and blossomed into a deeply hued, large headed, major cock of such giant proportions it seemed too big for his lithe body.

    ‘Man!’ I sighed sincerely, ‘You’ve got a perfect body and a tremendous, umm, ‘thing’.’ I didn’t want to put him off by using a word like ‘cock.’

    ‘I don’t usually show it to a man,’ he explained modestly.

    ‘Most men wouldn’t know what to do with such a splendid organ, anyhow,’ I countered, sliding a hand under his balls erotically and then gingerly toying with them. He cock expanded in reaction to the intimate touch. ‘But I do. Let’s lie down,’ I suggested.

    He backed himself towards the narrow bed as I continued fondling those big balls. When his legs touched the mattress he stopped. I slid a hand over his powerful chest as we moved locked together in my erotic grip and toyed with a nipple. He hissed with pleasure, preening with eroticism.

    ‘Feels good, doesn’t it?’ I asked in a whisper.

    He nodded.

    ‘Better than jacking off, isn’t it?’ I suggested.

    He nodded again, grinning.

    ‘But I’ll bet you’ve jacked this baby off a lot,’ I said as my fist wrapped itself around the sturdy, hot shaft, ‘haven’t you.’

    He nodded again, this time seriously.

    ‘Me, too,’ I told him, trying to disarm him. ‘And yours looks like it needs lots of attention, too. Lie down.’

    As he stretched out, I quickly slid off my briefs and joined him on the narrow bed, doing my best to keep my erection out of sight. But he could feel it pressing against his thigh.

    My hand slid sensuously over his firm dry skin with a massaging tenderness he seemed to enjoy. I touched him from neck to knee, familiarizing myself with his strong body, while watching his cock begin to ooze with excitement.

    ‘You have a wonderful body,’ I sighed. Then, I leaned over and kissed a hard nipple and sucked on it, licking it with my tongue. He hissed with pleasure again.

    I moved to the other tit and sucked on it, too, while my hand roamed his body touching everything but his cock.

    ‘I… I thought…’ he sputtered.

    ‘What?’ I asked, raising up and looking him in the eye.

    ‘Well,’ he said hesitantly, ‘I thought you would jack me off since you talked about jacking off. But you’re not touching me, uhh, there.’

    ‘Man, with such a hot body, you can jack yourself off any time you want to. But, me, I’m going to try to suck this big thing…’ I grabbed the shaft again and stood the big stiff cock up, pointed at the ceiling, as we both looked down at it, adding, ‘…if you’ll let me try.’

    ‘Suck…’ he repeated softly, stopping.

    ‘Yeah,’ I sighed, ‘like this!’ And I lowered my head and kissed the fiery cockhead as he watched. With my lips firmly planted on the slippery smooth skin, I sucked out the pre-cum that filled the big tube.

    He groaned with passion.

    With that, I slid the entire fat glans into my hot mouth and swirled my tongue around its thick flanges, sucking diligently.

    He sucked in his breath in surprise at the thrill of having his cock sucked, and, for the first time, his hand reached up and he touched my back gently. That was another very good sign.

    I put my best efforts to work as I sucked the giant cockhead, really enjoying the taste of him and the heat of his meat. Slowly, I strained to receive more of the cock into me. He began excited hip thrusting which matched my own enthusiasm for cocksucking and the big weapon eased itself through my mouth and slowly surged down into my throat.

    ‘Oh, God!’ he hissed through clenched teeth. ‘What a sensation! It’s never felt like this before,’ he sighed.

    I came up off of the cock and looked up at him. He was wide-eyed with concern that I would stop.

    ‘I’d like to get at it from a better angle on this small bed,’ I informed him.

    ‘How?’ he asked simply but agreeably. His hand slipped from my back to my hip. He was ready to move for me, being cooperative. The best sign yet.

    ‘Slide down the bed a bit,’ I instructed. ‘That’s it. Now, I’m going to shift around so we’re…’ I paused as I shifted my body, ‘…head to toe.’ I didn’t want to trigger a concern in him by saying we were ‘cock to face,’ but we had moved into the classic sixty-nine position.

    ‘Well…’ he started to say as he stared at my full erection pulsating only inches from his eyes.

    ‘Don’t worry,’ I assured him, ‘this will let me take you in all the way to the base. The throat’s in a better position to handle such a big one as yours from this angle and it feels better for both of us.’ With that, I quickly re-engulfed his throbbing manhood and managed to get it lodged even further down my throat than before. His hip thrusting enjoyment made the task a mutual pleasure. My skill at cocksucking took over and I began to give him a memorable, deep-throating blowjob, all stops full out.

    ‘Damn! I never knew this could feel so great!’ he sighed huskily. Then, suddenly, his fingers touched my cock! ‘This one’s even bigger than mine,’ he announced to himself as the fingers flitted from cockhead to balls and back as if taking a measurement.

    I kept sucking cock, feeling my own cock ooze with excitement, but I wasn’t going to stop what I was doing to converse with him about cock size. He was a sexy nineteen-year-old and he knew what he was doing. He didn’t need instruction from me. When the fingers slid around and formed a fist, tightly pumping firm cockflesh, I knew I was in for more than I had hoped. He had jacked himself off, often enough, so he would know instinctively how to jack me off. I kept sucking! My enthusiasm and vigor were increased tremendously.

    ‘Man,’ he hissed through tightly clenched teeth, ‘you’ve just reached bottom. My cock’s in you all the way, man. Your nose is tickling my balls. This is terrific! I had no idea a real blowjob could feel so wonderful!’

    I kept sucking!

    ‘Anything I’ve had before now was just kid stuff, playing around, teasing out a load more from jacking than from sucking, but, you, you really know how to suck cock!’ His excitement was loosening his inhibitions. And, of course, the beer we’d been drinking made him both agreeable to our tryst and unlikely to fire off prematurely.

    I kept sucking!

    ‘And look at this horsecock in front of me. It looks awesome! It looks as good as my own. I never thought another man’s dick would look so good…’ His voice trailed off.

    Suddenly, I felt a hot tongue swipe across the ‘Vee’ of my cockhead. It felt incredible! I had not expected reciprocal action from this hot stud. I would have been content to bring him to orgasm in my throat and jack off as I did so if he didn’t object, or later by myself if he did. That’s the way of good cocksuckers with straight trade. But his tongue had just made contact with my cock! The rules of the game had just changed!

    Yet, I kept sucking! I figured that a.) he did not want me to stop sucking his cock, and b.) nothing I could say to him would encourage him further to explore my body and my cock but could only interrupt his mood of tipsy discovery. So, I kept sucking! It was a terrific cock to suck! Thick, heavily veined, perfectly rigid, extremely hot, and leaking profuse amounts of lubricating fluids, which made my work easy.

    Then, I felt his lips kiss the spot his tongue has just swiped. His fist held my cock against his lips as he moaned with erotic pleasure.

    ‘I never realized a cock could receive such pleasure,’ he sighed, ‘or give such pleasure,’ he added emphatically. The kid was hooked. ‘I’ve thought about it, I’ll admit. I’ve wondered why a man would want to suck another man’s cock,’ he whispered, mainly to himself but he knew I was listening. ‘I never, ever, thought I would want to suck a cock, myself, but this cock smells so good, looks so good, feels so good, and tastes so terrific, that I’m gonna try it!’ With that, he kissed my cockhead again and then tried to force the entire expanded head into his virginal mouth.

    It hurt a bit, but I did not allow myself to react negatively, instead I pulled my hips back to ease the angle of thrust. The last thing I wanted would be to deflate his enthusiasm. Almost immediately, however, he seemed to sense what he may be doing wrong and shifted his head, lowered his jaw, and accepted me into his mouth comfortably, for both of us. I felt myself throb in his mouth and he felt it too.

    ‘Wow!’ he whispered loudly releasing me momentarily. He then recaptured my cockhead and began to suck with an earnest, if inexperienced, determination. I was ecstatic! And I was grateful the beer had dulled my reactions, too, enough to keep me from spurting out my delight immediately.

    He sucked on my big cockhead while pumping the shaft with a knowing fist, as I continued a full tip-to-base deep-throating blowjob. When I sensed he was comfortable with his initial experience on my cock, I shifted positions to locate myself above him, knees on both sides of his head, and really worked his meat. This led to his being better able to handle my large erection as I slowly eased some of the shaft into his suctioning, hot mouth.

    Suddenly, he groaned and hummed onto my cock, telling me clearly that he was being lifted to orgasmic levels. Quickly I slipped his long cock out of my mouth and whispered loudly, ‘If you shoot your load, man, I will, too.’ Then, immediately, I recaptured the wonderful cockhead in my mouth and slowly, sensuously, forced my face down its entire long length, glorifying in its strength and rigidity, knowing he was about to blow!

    I thought he might say something but he re-invigorated his efforts to suck my cock and I realized he was preparing himself to receive my load, too. That realization caused me to soar into orgasm and I fired a solid volley of cum into him. Immediately, almost spontaneously, he fired a heavy spurt right down my throat! Spurt after spurt of cum filled both of us as we swallowed in unison. It could not have been more completely thrilling. A big cocked novice drinking my cum as I swallowed his mammoth, juicy load!

    When he was finished, I held the cockhead in my mouth, licking it clean, then deep-throated the wonderful weapon and waited for it to begin to deflate. He held my cock in his hand, apparently watching it as it softened somewhat. But his cock did not begin to deflate, and mine soon began to re-harden seriously. He began lapping at it like an ice cream cone until it began oozing fluids again. Then he rejoined me in cocksucking and the serious efforts to bring each other off started up again. It was terrific!

    It took longer, lasted longer, felt even better as I was able to ease even more cock into him without hearing a whimper, and just as I felt his nose touch my balls, we both blasted off together for the second time, ejaculating huge loads into each other. It could not have been better!

    Afterwards, I re-shifted positions, lying head to head with him on my side, but he turned his back, facing the wall and when I touched his hip, he pushed my hand away and snarled, ‘Leave me alone!’ Post-coital blues can be such a bitch!

    I thought about leaving, but I fell asleep.

    THE NEXT MORNING

    The door burst open, spilling bright Hawaiian sunlight into the darkened room, outlining a large framed man in the doorway. ‘Hey! Eric!’ he barked out, militarily.

    ‘Oh, shit!’ Eric muttered at my naked back. We had shifted positions during our sleep and I was now on my left side facing into the room, and Eric was on his left side spooned comfortably against my back.

    ‘What the fuck…’ his buddy muttered, entering the room and slamming the door behind himself. He swaggered to the bed, stood there, arms akimbo, legs spread wide, staring down at our two naked bodies.

    ‘Er… Umm… He gave me a ride home, last night,’ Eric tried feebly to explain, ‘and we both fell asleep.’

    ‘Yeah, sure,’ his buddy said sarcastically, ‘right after he sucked your cock, I’ll bet. Or did you fuck his humpy butt, you little cocksucker!’

    ‘Geez, Luke, calm down,’ Eric pleaded.

    To me, Luke sounded more turned on than pissed off. One gets a feeling for this kind of thing when dealing with trade.

    I raised myself up, resting my head on my hand, elbow bent, and looked not up at his face but at his crotch. He was wearing a pair of light chinos and the crotch was impressive – sometimes it’s the material that does it, but most of the time it’s the equipment behind the material that produces such a sexy bulge, which, in this case, I was sure it was.

    I felt him eyeing me. ‘Who’s your friend?’ he asked trying to sound sarcastic again, but really sounding turned on, now.

    Slowly, I reached out my right hand, which had been resting on my hip, and as I said, ‘I’m Jack,’ instead of offering to shake his hand, I brazenly slid my hand into his crotch, cupping his balls.

    With an instinct born of constant horniness, Luke shifted his crotch into my hand and sighed, ‘Fuck!’

    ‘Oh, shit!’ Eric sputtered, behind me, but I felt his erection developing against my ass. The blues had passed; he was horny again.

    Luke did not bat my hand away. I was not surprised. I continued to fondle what felt like very large balls, and I noticed an erection quickly stretching the material of the chinos. This guy was HOT! I don’t know what he was looking at, but my own erection was growing as rapidly as his was. It pleased me to realize that warm Hawaiian trade winds make sleeping without covers comfortable, so Luke was looking down on two completely nude males in bed together. And it was turning him on!

    ‘Did he?’ Luke asked.

    ‘Did he what?’ Eric whispered.

    ‘Don’t play dumb, man,’ he hissed in seeming annoyance but really sounding turned on, ‘did he suck your cock?’

    Before Eric could answer, and even as the questions were being asked, I reached up and unzipped Luke’s pants! He did nothing to stop me.

    ‘You don’t have to answer that, Eric,’ I said pleasantly, while slipping my hand into Luke’s fly and quickly fishing out his cock in all its rising glory. It was a very big cock! And it kept getting bigger!

    ‘Oh! God!’ Eric whispered behind me, but the length of his full erection had reached maximum and was really pressing diligently against my ass, squirming between my butt cleft, as it were.

    Luke simply stood there, legs spread apart, allowing me to frig his cock to proud-standing complete erection. It was a real beauty! A thick, sturdy, long, wide, wonderfully hued and magnificently powerful giant cock! My mouth began to water. Since he offered no objection, I released his cock and undid his belt and top snap, dropping his pants to the floor. He was not wearing underwear. Mammoth balls greeted my feasting eyes. This guy was hung! And his large frame was due to a very muscular build, which thick plates of thigh muscle confirmed. His light skin was reddened from the newness of exposure to the Hawaiian sun, but accented the narrowness of the band of what must have been a small bikini swimsuit. This guy would be a knockout on the beaches of the world! I re-gripped his now naked balls.

    ‘Geez,’ Eric sighed.

    ‘You like looking at this schlong, buddy?’ Luke asked, again trying to sound sarcastic and talking directly to Eric.

    I interjected. ‘Man, who wouldn’t? It’s the best looking meat I’ve ever seen, and I’ve seen a lot of meat, here, believe me.’

    ‘Really?’ Luke asked, sounding completely disarmed and completely flattered.

    ‘I gotta agree,’ Eric said softly but sincerely.

    ‘You boys both like it?’ Luke asked with an air of schoolboy innocence.

    ‘Umm,’ Eric confirmed humming, as I felt his cock pulsate against my ass.

    My own reaction was to grab Luke’s cockshaft, aim it straight out, towards me, and lift my body upwards to strain to reach the cockhead with my mouth. Luke realized my intentions and walked the cock right into me!

    ‘OH! Christ!’ he sighed hoarsely as he sensed the strengths of my sucking skills. ‘This guy can really suck!’

    ‘Umm,’ Eric hummed again, ‘I know,’ confirming Luke’s discovery while admitting his own prior pleasure.

    ‘He did suck you off, then, didn’t he, man,’ Luke whispered confidently, smugly, knowingly.

    Finally, Eric broke his reticence. ‘Fuckin’ A, man. Twice! And it looks like he’s about to suck you off, too. Good, isn’t he?’

    ‘He’s amazing!’ Luke sighed, suddenly sounding very friendly. ‘Where’d you two meet up?’

    ‘In that bar you didn’t want to go to with me last night,’ Eric explained.

    ‘Damn. But I’m real glad I barged in on you two, this morning. I’ve been so fucking horny.’

    ‘Looks like you are,’ Eric responded lightly.

    ‘Sure, and I’ve always loved a good blowjob just as much as the next guy. And this guy is sure doin’ it right. Look at this, he’s got me in down to the balls already, now. I never came across a cocksucker who can do this.’ While talking, he reached up and slipped off his tee shirt. Looking up at him from my position on the bed was a real joy for me as I saw how powerfully well built this fellow was. I knew he was taking real pleasure from this encounter.

    ‘I know. He’s good,’ Eric agreed, adding, ‘and, honest, it looks terrific watching you shove it to him.’

    ‘You like seeing it, eh, kid?’

    ‘Fuckin’ A’ Eric repeated.

    ‘So tell me, Buddy,’ Luke asked pleasantly, ‘what are you doin’ there, lying behind him, like that. You fuckin’ him in the ass?’

    I wiggled my ass against Eric’s meat invitingly.

    ‘Oh, shit!’ Eric exploded.

    ‘If ya ain’t doin’ it, kid,’ Luke sighed huskily, ‘wait till I’m through filling his face with cream and I’ll fuck that humpy butt myself, ’cause it sure looks like he really wants it!’

    ‘You’ll fuck him in the ass, man’ Eric whispered excitedly.

    I decided it was time for me to break into their conversation over my body. I slowly withdrew from the cock in my throat, but as I did so, I had to fight Luke’s strong struggle to keep me in place with his hands on the back of my head.

    ‘Listen,’ I said finally, ‘let’s all get more comfortable. We’re in no hurry, so, here, Eric, let’s get up. And you, Luke, get naked and back up a bit so we can get up.’

    They both were very obliging.

    ‘Fuck, look at that cock, man,’ Luke said to Eric as I pulled my body away from his and stood up. ‘I didn’t realize you were so well hung, buddy. You been fuckin’ this guy?’

    ‘No,’ Eric said honestly, coming up off the bed to stand next to the now completely nude Luke, ‘but I have to admit that the idea of it sounds very exciting, and he does seem to want it.’

    ‘He wants it bad, man’ Luke assured him. ‘Ever fucked a man in the ass before, kid?’

    ‘Naw, have you?’

    ‘Well, I’ve thought about it, sometimes, especially seeing your humpy butt in the showers,’ Luke admitted. Luke seemed to love the term ‘humpy butt.’

    ‘Hmm, I thought I caught you lookin’, man’ Eric parried.

    ‘Oh, yeah, well don’t tell me I didn’t catch you eyeballing this cock,’ Luke rejoined, grabbing his erection and flaunting it at Eric, ‘more than a few times, man.’

    ‘Now, now, boys,’ I interrupted, ‘it sounds to me like you both like looking at each other, which is completely normal. You are both handsome, both well built, both exceptionally well hung young studs, and you should both be glad you are friends. Sex might even be a way for you both to enjoy yourselves more completely, and I’d really love to suck your cock, Luke, while Eric, here, plows my tight, humpy butt,’ I told them, using Luke phrase.

    ‘Really?’ they said in unison, sounding surprised.

    ‘That’s what we’re all here for, isn’t it? Some hot sex and good times. Let’s get at it!’ I bent over, recaptured Luke giant hardness in my mouth, swallowing it back down quickly, while reaching out, grabbing Eric’s hardon and pulling it to my ass.

    Suddenly, there I was, once again in one of my favorite positions: bent over, a cock in my mouth and a cock being pressed against my ass. I loved it!

    Fortunately, Eric is one of those heavy lubricant flowing cocksmen whose ass-fucking talents come naturally, and in no time his giant erection was nestled firmly up my ass!

    ‘Geez, Eric, look at your meat slip into this guy,’ Luke sighed.

    ‘Yeah, he’s hot and tight! And look at your big dick slippin’ into him, too,’

    ‘You look spectacular!’ Luke said honestly.

    ‘Man, so do you!’ Eric responded sincerely.

    As my ass was being assaulted by a big, perfect cock, and my throat was being massaged by a stone-headed cock, I imagined them admiring each other with real passion over my body. I wondered where this episode would lead them in their expanding friendship and felt it certainly would include mutual sexual encounters.

    ‘This guy is really good,’ Luke said huskily.

    ‘Yeah,’ Eric agreed quickly, ‘and I’m gonna admit that I sucked him off, last night, too.’ he added quietly, if, I thought, much too honestly.

    ‘You’re kidding!’ Luke responded excitedly.

    ‘Honest. It just looked too good when he shifted positions and I found myself with his cock in my face as he went down on me.’

    ‘Man! You did a sixty-nine with him?’ Luke asked excitedly. His voice was filled with sexual tension and excitement and was not at all echoing a put down of any sort. His cock became iron-solid in my throat. He liked what he was hearing, I could tell. I sucked him even more diligently.

    ‘Yeah, it was terrific,’ Eric enthused, ‘but…’

    ‘But, what?’ Luke wanted to know.

    ‘But I wished it was your cock I was sucking!’ Eric announced shyly.

    ‘Oh! Shit! I’m gonna cum!’ Luke advised.

    ‘Oh! Me, too!’ Eric confirmed, immediately.

    Cum electrified me from both ends as they fired off into me, staring, I’m certain, into each other’s eyes. I got flooded!

    They both pulled out simultaneously, still shooting the final spurts of cum, as if to confirm to each other that they were really cumming. Then, Eric sat heavily on the bed, well spent.

    Luke took a step back and was watching me as I straightened up. His eyes grew larger as he saw my pulsating, oozing erection standing stiffly in front of me.

    ‘Eric,’ he told his friend solemnly, ‘I’m gonna prove to you that I’m not just fuckin’ around, here. If you sucked this guy off last night for your first time, I’m gonna do it, right now, for my first time, to show you, conclusively, that we’re both lookin’ for the same things.’

    ‘You don’t have to do…’ I started to say, but he was down on me, forcing my cockhead into his mouth, before I could protest. I loved it! Virginal, inexperienced mouths bring a burst of carnal enjoyment to the proceedings, and as Eric watched, inches from my cock as he sat staring at us in awe on the bed, I knew I would ejaculate immediately.

    As Luke tried to swallow the heavy load, Eric gasped, ‘Man, he’s coming, isn’t he? And you’re taking it, Luke!’ he added.

    I held my cock down and pulled back forcefully. Luke seemed to realize what I was doing and opened his mouth. Three large spurts of cum fired off between us so Eric could see them sail from my cock to Luke’s tongue, before Luke sucked me in again, and swallowed and swallowed, till I was thoroughly drained. It was wonderful!

    THE PARTING

    When I came out of the bathroom, cleaned up and dressed, they were still sitting, naked, next to each other on edge of the bed, knees and thighs touching. Luke looked bright-eyed and cheerful, while Eric seemed somewhat downcast. Another case of the post-orgasmic blues, I figured.

    ‘Well, I gotta get goin’,’ I announced in as friendly a voice as I could manage. I didn’t really want to leave, but I sensed that the two of them should spent some time together, nude, and discover more about themselves.

    ‘This was great, man!’ Luke enthused. I smiled at him.

    ‘I’m glad you came up,’ Eric admitted quietly.

    ‘Do you remember how I asked you?’

    They both looked puzzled.

    ‘I asked, ‘Wanna fuck around’?’

    ‘Oh, yeah. You did.’

    ‘Well, that’s what I think you two should do, now. Fuck around! Have some fun. Enjoy yourselves and your bodies. God, you’re both so sexy and well-hung, you don’t need me, anymore, to lead the way. I’ve done my job.’ I grinned.

    Luke got up and came over to me, big cock dangling erotically. He put an arm around me affectionately and whispered, ‘Thanks, man.’

    Eric came over to us then, too, and put an arm around me from the other side and said, ‘Yeah, thanks, man. When I met you last night, I just had a feeling you’d be able to lead me here. Thanks.’

    ‘You guys better let me go, or I’ll start wantin’ to go down on this great meat, here, again,’ I said with a laugh.

    As they hugged me, they both started getting hard again. I pulled myself free and turned to leave. At the door, I looked back over my shoulder and saw them embrace one another, kissing each other on the lips!

    I’d been right. My work here was done. And we all felt great about it!

  • One Last Time

    Call me Ishmael. I know that sounds familiar. Well, it should. It’s the opening line of Melville’s classic novel, Moby Dick. The unfortunate truth is that Ishmael is my real name. My mother was a big fan of Moby, and I think my father was too, but secretly. Anyway, call me Ishmael, if you want to, but everyone else calls me Sam. That doesn’t tell you much about me, so let me tell you all you need to know, and I am willing to share it all.

    My story starts some time ago, when I was thirty-one years young. I worked out regularly in those days, and I kept my body hard and in excellent shape. I am a gay man with a five inch, flaccid, uncut cock. It exceeds eight, hefty inches when I am aroused, which is quite often. I am five feet, eleven inches tall. My hair is an unattractive, extremely dark brown. It is straight, and I wear it cut to a little below my ears. I think that gives me a more youthful look. None of this has changed in all the years that have since passed, except that there are flecks of grey in my hair these days.

    I taught history at the State University then, and I must admit that I broke every rule in the book. That is to say, I had sexual contact with many of my male students. Come to think of it, I’m not sure there were any rules in the book about that, so why shouldn’t I fuck a willing student? In addition to my body stats, I have been told that I am very handsome. I have never come on to a student. I didn’t hide my sexual orientation, and sooner or later, those I did sleep with, all came on to me. My eyes are a clear, bright blue, and they are accented by my eyelashes, which are very dark. I am always complimented on how beautiful my eyes are. My straight nose is neither large nor small. It is just the right size for my face. It may be the only thing about me that is straight. My jaw is square, and very manly, and speaking of manly, there is nothing feminine about me.

    One of my students once gave me an expensive cologne for Christmas. I wore it when classes resumed after the winter break, and it must have been like an aphrodisiac. I loved the smell of it, and apparently so did all my admirers. My sex life that semester was fantastic.

    About a year and a half before my story begins, on the first day of classes, I met Adam. He was an entering freshman, and I had the pleasure of his company in my class on medieval history. When he entered the room, our eyes met, and we both knew that there was a lot of interest flowing between us. It’s strange that I should reveal that, because during those first moments, neither of us knew that the other was gay.

    By the end of the first week, Adam chatted with me for a few minutes after class every day. At the end of week three, I invited him to my apartment for afternoon tea, and to discuss medieval history. Of course, he accepted with pleasure. We never had tea, at least not that day. Five minutes after he entered my apartment, we were naked in bed together and kissing passionately. After that bit of foreplay, we began a lusty game of sixty-nine. Neither of us held back cumming. We both knew that this was not a one-time encounter. Adam came first, and while he was in the throes of passion, he had to stop sucking me. When he resumed, I had lost something of my arousal, but not to worry, he brought me back to where we were quickly enough. Happily we were both swallowers. It annoys the hell out of me that porn stars have to withdraw, to convince the viewers that they came. I’d prefer to believe they came in places sight unseen. I’d swear to believe them.

    After that, we made love every opportunity we could, interrupted only by winter and spring breaks. Adam was not in any of my classes during his upper freshman semester, but we continued our affair until spring break. When he returned to the University, I didn’t hear from him, and when I called, he informed me that he was too busy with his studies to see me. I was devastated.

    You see, from the moment I met Adam, I fell in love with him. I never once, even from the get-go, had sex with him. I made love to him. I brushed off the obvious advances of other male students, because he was the only one I wanted to be with. When he cut me off after spring break, I was crushed. I actually went into a deep depression. The two of us did not see each other again for almost a year. During that time, I accepted my loss, and tried to move on, but I couldn’t get enthusiastic about anyone else. I had sex, but I never made love.

    Then, on the night before spring break a year later, my doorbell rang. My first thought was that it was a student seeking the kind of mature sex I was capable of giving. I opened the door with a smile, ready to say, “Not tonight,” but my jaw dropped open. There stood Adam in the doorway. He was stone faced. There was not even a smile on his beautiful countenance. After an uncomfortable silence, I asked him to come in.

    “To what do I owe the pleasure?” I asked somewhat coldly.

    “I was packing to go home for spring break, and I ran across this book. It’s one I borrowed from you. I had forgotten about it, so I thought I should return it.”

    “Thanks, but why come here? You could have left it at my office at the school.”

    “I could have,” Adam muttered.

    I could sense that he wanted to talk. He was making no move to leave.

    “Would you like some tea before you leave?” I asked.

    I didn’t want him to leave at all, but I had to learn what he had in mind. I had successfully put him behind me, and now all my love, my desires, yes, my lust, came rushing to my brain, and to my groin. I wanted to grab him and kiss him, and never let him go, but of course, I restrained myself.

    “Yes,” he croaked, “I’d like that.”

    I took his hand, and led him into the kitchen. When I touched him, I grew faint. It took all my strength to remain upright. We sat in silence while I brewed the tea, and defrosted some scones, which I always kept in the freezer. I suppose that goes back to my British ancestry. I put butter and jam on the table. Finally, I could stand it no longer.

    “Why did you stop coming around? Why didn’t you answer my calls?” I asked suddenly. I know my questions startled him. “More to the point, why are you here now?”

    He collected his thoughts, and trying not to look me in my eyes, he said, “When I went home for spring break last year, I met someone. He lives nearby me, and he’s about my age. He didn’t go to college, but his father owns a chain of hardware stores in our city, which Nathan will inherit. His father is old enough to be his grandfather, and he’s retiring soon. I’m madly in love with him, Sam, so in love that I came out to my parents, and Nathan is staying with me during this spring break.”

    I sighed. Maybe I sobbed a little. “Did you know that I fell in love with you? I saw us being together for a lifetime. You shattered my dream,” I said accusingly.

    “I was never sure how you felt. You never said anything. Anyway, we can’t put restraints on who we fall in love with, can we?”

    “No,” I mumbled, “we can’t.”

    The tea kettle started to whistle, and I poured the tea.

    “That answers why you stopped seeing me,” I said rather coldly. “I still don’t know why you are here now.”

    “I told you. I came to return a book I borrowed from you.”

    “So you said, but somehow I find that to be a very flimsy reason.”

    Adam looked hurt. He jumped up. “I’d better leave,” he screamed at me.

    I jumped up also, and grabbed his arm. Once again, I grew faint just touching him. “Please,” I said, “don’t leave. I’m sorry. I’m truly sorry. Just visit with me a little while before you have to leave. I can’t tell how good it is to see you again.”

    We were standing facing each other, staring into each other’s eyes. Adam looked confused, not knowing what to do. We just stood there staring at each other, until I lost all my resolve. I placed my hand behind his head and placed my lips on his. My lips parted and my tongue snaked out. I feared that this is where Adam would bolt out, but he didn’t, and then I felt it. His tongue was reaching out to mine, tickling it, and caressing it lovingly. It took all my will power not to cry.

    “One more time?” I pleaded.

    He nodded, and turned toward the bedroom. “Thank you,” I mumbled. I grabbed his hand, and literally pulled him into the bedroom. Once there, I undressed rapidly. He didn’t move.

    “One more time?” I begged again. He nodded and smiled. “Please?” I sobbed.

    Finally he stripped, and I saw his beautiful body once again. It had been so long since I had gazed upon him that I could only stand in awe and wonder. I walked all around him, and scanned every inch of him, trying to see if any part of him had changed in a year. The only obvious change was that he was shaved clean. His pubic area was as smooth as the proverbial baby’s ass. His chest, arms and legs were also shaved. I examined his ass hole. It had always been rather hairless, but now it too was shaved smooth.

    Adam began to blush. “What are you looking for? I’m healthy, if you’re trying to determine anything,” he laughed. “Nathan likes us both to be clean shaven.” He felt it necessary to explain his hairless body.

    “I was just gazing at how beautiful you are. If this is our last time together, I want to etch you into my memory. You’ll never grow older to me, you know.”

    I’m sure I was embarrassing him. He looked uncomfortable, so I grabbed him and resumed kissing him. I floated on air, when he started to fondle my stiff rod. I reached down, and I did as much for him. He pulled me toward the bed, and he fell on his back, spreading his legs slightly.

    I lay down gently on top of him in a sixty-nine position. Cautiously, I swabbed my tongue over his piss slit. It was full of pre-cum and I savored the taste of it. Suddenly his cock stiffened, and his balls began to shrink. I pulled away. It struck me that he hadn’t been home for a while. If he was true to Nathan, he would be very horny.

    I twisted around to face him once again. We resumed kissing and fondling, until I could hold back no longer. I’m going to suck your cock,” I advised him, “and when it’s good and hard, I want you to fuck me. I need for it to be meaningful. Would you be willing to fuck me without protection, and without lube?”

    He smiled at me. “Did you forget that we never used protection? Now lube is another story. We always greased up excessively, but if you want me to go in dry, that’s what you’ll get.”

    I slithered down his body, taking plenty of time. I swathed his ears, his neck, his nipples, his innie, and I came slowly to rest on his clean shaven pubic area. I was amazed that I didn’t even feel any stubble. I could only conclude that Adam had planned for this to happen, and had shaved shortly before he came here. From the smell of him, he had showered a short time ago also. It was a treat to me to tongue his hairless pubes. Finally I took him, but I did that very slowly. I licked up and down the shaft of his cock, pushing back his foreskin with my tongue. When he was free of the sheath, I began to bathe his glans with my busy tongue. Now Adam was moaning and writhing.

    “Suck it, please,” he begged, and I did, but not for long. I felt his orgasm growing as his balls grew hard. I stopped sucking, and I straddled him. I sat down on his very ample cock, pushing it up my asshole. The pain was awful, but I was in paradise. I sat still for a short time, and the pain left me. I started pumping up and down. I hadn’t douched or anything, but I felt that his cock was being lubricated, in spite of the fact that I hadn’t applied any grease. I thought perhaps it was my feces that was lubricating Adam’s stroking cock. Well, if it was, fuck it. It was our last time, so he couldn’t threaten to cut me off based on hygiene. As soon as I had that thought, I could smell a faint aroma of shit. It only turned me on more, and Adam’s moaning and twisting was increasing. At last he thrust upward, but not down, and he came wailing and groaning with joy. I could feel gravity causing his cum to run out of my ass hole.

    After he came, he was as silent as a tomb. It was I who yelled, “I love you, Adam.”

    I felt his body stiffen, and once again I had the crazy thought that he would bolt, but he didn’t. Instead he said, “Get off me, Sam, and lie on your back.” I did as he requested. My former student, didn’t spend time going over my body as I had done to him. He went straight for my throbbing, very aroused, cock. I knew I would not be able to contain my orgasm, and as wonderful as I felt at the moment, I feared that if I came now, I would be unable to fuck him this night, and it was our last time. I came, but there was no joy. I cried, knowing that I might never again see the man I loved.

     **********

    Spring break came and went. It was time for final exams, and all I could think about was Adam. I finally gave into my foolish heart, and I called him. I had to thank God that he didn’t hang up on me. In fact, he was quite cordial. He knew how obsessed I was with him, so maybe he was just being kind.

    “I just wanted to find out how you’re doing, and ask if you enjoyed your vacation,” I literally stuttered. I was acting like a shy high school boy, and I was ashamed of myself.

    “I’m fine,” he answered without further embellishment. “It was wonderful to be home, and spend some time with Nathan,” he added, as his knife went through my belly. “Oh,” he said lightening the tone of our conversation. “Nathan gave me a summer job in one of his stores. It’s not the one he works in. We thought that would be too distracting.”

    “That’s very nice,” I said blandly. Then there was silence, a silence that lasted too long. Finally I asked, “I don’t suppose we could have dinner or something together before you go home for the summer?”

    “I really don’t think that’s a very good idea,” he said. “I’m true to Nathan, and you are too much temptation.”

    I was shocked. He had just admitted that I was temptation, and that meant I could tempt him to make love to me. My elation was short lived, when he said, “I really would prefer that we don’t see each other again. Goodbye, Sam.” He disconnected us.

    It was difficult at first, but little by little I became more and more successful at putting Adam out of my mind. I returned to my wanton one night stands. Much to my delight, it seemed that each semester the students got better and better looking. I even connected with more than a handful of straight students, who wanted to experiment. My good looks seemed to be a magnet to their desire to see what all the fuss was about. I never disappointed any of them, but I could not make a single convert. They were born that way, straight, that is.

    Nearly ten years passed, and I still could not find that one special person to make a life with. That person had deserted me.

     **********

    I have a sister, who married another college professor. He teaches physics at UCLA. As summer vacation was about to begin in the tenth year since I had seen and made love to Adam, they invited me to spend some time with them and their children in Los Angeles. I had never been west of the Mississippi, and I gladly accepted. From what I had heard, I knew I would get plenty of action in L.A. At forty-one, I still had what it takes to score.

    I decided to drive to L.A., and see some of our beautiful country up close and personal. I consulted with a specialist at the AAA, and he laid out a route for me, which was not direct, but which would cover all the major cities and landmarks along the way. I started out on a lovely Friday morning. When I stopped for lunch my first day on the road, I studied the tryptic. It had me staying overnight in a large city, just a few miles from the adjoining state line. It hit me hard, when I realized the city was where Adam had lived when he was a student. He said that Nathan was a well-established business man there, so I presumed that they still lived there.

    I wondered if I would have the guts to call Adam and tell him that I was just passing through, and I would love to see him. After all ten years had passed. He certainly could not believe that I continued to pine for him every day, and that I still compared him favorably to my fuck buddies, when I was having sex. I pulled out my cell phone, and I asked information for his number. I would have asked for Nathan’s also, but I had never gotten his last name. I guess down deep inside, I hoped they were no longer together.

    About six in the evening, I was about a half hour from the city, and from my pre-booked hotel. I figured that Adam would be home from work by then. I pulled into the next rest area, screwed up my courage and called. I was grateful that he answered the phone and not Nathan. His voice hadn’t changed a bit. It was as sexy as ever, when he said, “Hello.”

    “Adam?” I asked.

    “Yes.”

    I was determined to be upbeat, and to sound as happy as possible. “It’s a blast from the past,” I answered without identifying myself……yet. Imagine my shock and utter joy when he yelled out, “Sam, it’s you.”

    “How in the world did you know my voice after all these years?”

    “I’ve got caller ID, dufus.” I was immediately deflated, but he added. “Besides that, I would have known your voice anywhere, anytime.” My joy returned tenfold. “Where are you?” he asked. I could detect a bit of anticipation in his question.

    “I’m about a half hour away from a Ramada Inn, on Carlton Avenue. Is it far from you? I’m just passing through on my way to California. I’ll only be here tonight. I sure would love to see you? Have you had dinner yet? Maybe we could have a meal together?” I rambled on and on.

    “You sure ask a lot of questions,” he laughed. “I’d love to see you. I live about twenty minutes from the hotel. I’ll be waiting in the lobby for you. We’ll have dinner together. There’s a great restaurant in the neighborhood. I can’t wait to see you.”

    After I hung up, I was angry at myself, that I didn’t ask if Nathan was coming along. I would prefer to see Adam alone, but I knew I would have to settle for a manly hug and chastity, so what did I care about Nathan. I laughed to myself. Unless of course, Nathan was into threesomes.

    Sure enough, Adam was in the lobby when I came in with my overnight bag. I expected a handshake, so imagine how delighted I was to get a bear hug, and a kiss on the lips. I pulled reluctantly away.

    “You look like a million bucks,” I said, and I meant it. Adam still looked like a college boy. He didn’t seem to have aged at all.

    “You look great also,” he informed me. You haven’t aged a day.” I laughed inwardly. We were both having similar thoughts.

    “Let me check in and wash up,” I said very business-like. I didn’t want Adam to know how I longed for him. “Then we can go to dinner.”

    When we entered my room, I headed for the bathroom, but Adam grabbed my arm. He spun me around and started kissing me. All pretense was gone. His tongue was probing for mine, and I willingly offered it to him.

    “What’s happening?” I asked. I hardly dared hope it was what I was thinking.

    He didn’t answer my question directly. All he said was, “I also know an all-night diner with excellent food. How about making love to me, and we can eat afterwards. That is, if we still feel like it.”

    Our cheeks were touching. “You’re crying,” he said.

    “Yes, you big oaf. What did you expect? Of course, I’ll make love to you, but I’ve got to pee and shower first. I’ve been driving all day.”

    “Can I shower with you?” he smiled.

    “Didn’t they teach you anything at that college you went to? It’s may I, and yes, you may.” Adam stripped rapidly, and I was pleased to see that he had allowed his body hair to grow back in all the right places.

    In the shower we agreed to suck and fuck each other. We were too excited for foreplay. I suggested to Adam that after dinner, we do it right. He agreed. When I fell to my knees, and took his cock into my mouth, I was reminded of how good he tasted, and when I felt his balls shrink, I soaped his cock with lots of soap, and he entered me. He came quickly, and then it was my turn. When we were both satisfied, we fell into each other’s arms and both of us cried like babies.

    After we dressed, Adam decided on the all-night diner where we wouldn’t be rushed. The restaurant would be closing in an hour. After we were seated, we finally had time to talk.

    “Are you with anyone?” he asked.

    “No, you spoiled me for anyone else. Where’s Nathan?” I demanded to know.

    “We split about five years ago.”

    I was very surprised, but managed to ask, “What happened? I thought you guys had the love affair of the century going on.”

    “I had the same problem you had. You spoiled me for anyone else, including Nathan. Every time we had sex, I called out your name several times. At first Nathan laughed at me, but when I was still doing it after five years, he sat me down, and we had a long talk. He was wise and kind. He pointed out to me that there was no passion in our love making. Sure we had sex, but we never made love. Also it was obvious to him that I still loved you, since I always called your name when I climaxed, instead of his. We split up amicably. We could both afford to live well separately. He owns a chain of hardware stores, and I’m the city’s chief engineer and urban planner.”

    “Why didn’t you call me, when you split?” I asked.

    “I figured you might be involved with someone, and I didn’t want to disrupt your life.”

    “So now that we know how much we both love each other, what happens tomorrow?”

    Adam started to cry. “This time you leave me,” he sobbed.

    “Never,” I stated emphatically.

    The next day was Saturday. Adam didn’t have to go to work, so he spent the night with me. We didn’t get more than an hour of sleep. We fucked each other twice, and sucked our cocks constantly, even when we couldn’t get it up anymore. I checked out in the morning, and we went to Adam’s apartment.

    Much to my sister’s chagrin, I never got to California that summer. I spent it with Adam. I never got back to State either. There was no university in Adam’s city, but there were three branches of the state’s community colleges. I had no trouble getting a job teaching history at one of the colleges. After all I had a PhD, and a long history of teaching at the university.

    We were separated for one week. After I got my new job, I went back home to pack up my apartment. I took my personal belongings, and what stuff I thought we could integrate into his apartment. I gave the rest to an AIDS charity. I couldn’t be bothered with tag sales.

    Once settled into Adam’s apartment, we made love every chance we got. After a while, of course, we established a very domestic routine, and slowed down a little bit. Every day I ask myself how I got so lucky, and how did love find a way to bring us back together.


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