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  • Most Beautiful Man in the World

    Most Beautiful Man in the World #3

    By : A. Williams

    Both men made their purchases and went home very happy about the chance encounter in the store but ecstatic about the developing connection between them and of course that toe curling kiss. They could still feel that monstrous kiss in all its glory and taste the sweetness of it as well… They both realized something special was brewing between them and could not wait to see where it might lead.

    Their sleep was restless again, still longing for each other even more now because of the deeper joining of their desire and lust for each other. So damn close in distance but so far away from believing that what was happening between them was meant to be, they were soulmates… these brewing feelings were real. They had to believe in those feelings and allow it to happen naturally. It would flow so sweetly, flow so lovingly. They both had longed for their soulmate all their lives and now… finally… they had found each other.

    Gabriel woke to thoughts of Charles spinning in his mind. He lay there smiling and content that they would see each other soon. He begrudgingly moved out of bed to get the day moving along as he made his way to the kitchen. Thoughts of coffee and sweet Charles were all that were on his mind. As the coffee brewed Gabriel remembered their meeting in the market and was instantly aroused. He would never be able to look at a kiwi again without blushing and laughing out loud.

    Down the street Charles rose from bed grumbling on his way to the bathroom needing to piss like a Russian Race Horse… as his stream started he thought of Gabriel and with his arousal, his flow decreased… Shit he thought! That beautiful man was constantly on his mind. There was something so special about him, he wanted him so… so DAMN bad… but he had to be a gentleman. He shook his head to get rid of these thoughts and finished in the bathroom. In the kitchen, coffee brewing he thought of Gabriel. That stunt he pulled in the market was so unexpected but so wonderfully hot! That kiss was out of this world, the best he had ever had. Charles knew…knew he was the only one for him. Somehow he felt it in his heart and deep in his soul…they were always meant to be together.

    Both got busy with the day and their preparations for …”THE” date tonight. Both men worked happily, doing very different tasks but feeling connected none the less. Charles peeled shrimp, washed and trimmed scallops for the main course and Gabriel washed and sliced fruit for dessert, blushing at the kiwis.

    Time grew near and Gabriel packed up and walked to Charles house. He knocked on Charles’s door precisely at 6:30 and waited with butterflies swimming in his stomach. The door opened and there he was… stunning in every way in his tan dress shirt, loosely hanging over his shoulders and dark tight black jeans that left nothing to the imagination. Gabriel gulped and cleared his throat “Hello Charles, hope I am not early… may I come in?”

    Charles was tongue tied… Gabriel never looked more enticing. He was in royal blue tank top and tight white jeans with a huge bulge. “YYeesss … come iin please Gabriel.” Charles stammered stepping aside allowing him inside. “Take a seat and I will get us something to drink. I am so happy you are here Gabriel.” Charles went to the bar and mixed two very strong gin and tonics. He handed one to Gabriel on the couch and took a seat in the chair across from him. They both took long swallows trying to gain control over their desire for each other.

    “Thank you for the drink and the innovation to dinner tonight. Your place is wonderful, so homey and comfortable. Love it very much.” Charles smiled, pleased Gabriel felt comfortable in his home. “Would you like to hear some Jazz music before dinner Gabriel?” He laughed out loud “Would you have Foreplay… Elixir?” Charles hit a button…and the music began. “On speed dial my man… One of the best instrumental bands. Glad you like jazz Gabriel, may I refresh your drink?” Charles rose and came close to Gabriel… in his face actually. “Sweet man… can a have a kiss for a refill on your drink?” Gabriel laughed “I would feel insulted if you did not kiss me.”

    That’s all it took … they were into deep wet sloppy kissing… the best kind really. Soon they were lying on the couch together, tangled and making out hard and full of desire for each other. They pulled back to breathe, smiling at each other. “Where is my re-fill Charles?” Gabriel said laughing. “Coming right up Gabriel, be right back.” He walked to the bar and making them fresh drinks he asked “Gabe, where do you work?” He giggled “No one has ever called me Gabe before… I like it. I work for Lamberts Drawing… I am the senior architect in the design room. Been there for about 10 years now.” Charles smiled walking back to him, handing him his drink and sitting on the couch next to him. “Wow… Gabe, impressive. I work at the public defender’s office, senior defense attorney. Been there about 8 years now.” “Impressive yourself Mr. Lawyer man.” Gabriel laughed, drinking his gin and tonic.

    Things got still and they were comfortable with not talking. They listened to the jazz music and drank but still held a gaze in each other’s eyes. Charles spoke first standing and holding out his hand “Gabe come…help me cook our dinner. Bring your drink.” Gabriel laughed and took his hand “Lead the way Lawyer Man.” They walked to the kitchen so comfortable hand in hand like they had done this so many times before.

    “Gabe can you grab the tub with the seafood out of the fridge and the salad, please.” He went to work along with Charles, they worked together like a well oiled machine. Charles started the skillet for the seafood as Gabriel dug in the fridge and retrieved all his ingredients. Garlic, fresh parmesan cheese, cream and the seafood. Placing them on the counter and smiling at Charles “Anything I forgot?” he asked as he drank. “Sweet man, you can help me in the kitchen with every meal…great job.” In went the scallops to pan sear in butter, next the shrimp. Charles asked “Gabe could I get another drink?”

    Gabriel went to the bar as the stereo flipped to another CD, Luther Vandross. “I love his classic love songs. So relaxing and great for making out!” Gabriel said. Charles laughed as he placed minced garlic in the skillet. “I could put dinner on hold if you like sweet man.” Back in the kitchen with the drinks “Yum…something is smelling very good. No, keep cooking.” He handed a drink to Charles as he whisk the cream with the garlic, he added the cheese and fresh ground black pepper and allowed the sauce to simmer. “Thanks for the drink Gabe… won’t be long now till supper will be done.” He said as a nice slow loving song came on trough the speakers.

    “HERE AND NOW” Luther Vandross played out and Charles approached Gabriel “Dance with me sweet man?” he held out his hand and quickly Gabriel grabbed it. There were suddenly tightly pulled together and swaying perfectly … lost in the music and each other. He smells wonderful thought Charles….he is so romantic thought Gabriel. He fits so well in my arms thought Charles… he is so light on his feet thought Gabriel. He is so beautiful Charles thought… he is so affectionate thought Gabriel. He is the one thought Charles… he is the one thought Gabriel.

    The song ended and Charles placed a sweet soft kiss on his lips “Wonderful first dance Gabe, thank you so.” He giggled “My pleasure Mr. Lawyer, you are very smooth on your feet.” Charles returned to the task at hand, supper. He added the seafood to the sauce, put the bread in the oven and the pasta in the pot. Gabriel set the salad on the table and handed Charles his drink “Smells so scrumptious, thanks so much C. for the invite.” “Gabe could you get the wine from the fridge and open it to breath, please.”

    “Of course chief, anything else?” Gabriel joshed. “No sweet man that’s all.” He laughed. Charles drained the pasta, plated it along with the sauce and seafood on top and placed it on the table. Pulled the bread out and placed it there too. “Gabriel allow me to help you sit… come to me.” Gabriel walked over and Charles pulled his chair out for him… smiling he sat as Charles pushed the chair to the table. What a gentleman thought Gabriel, he makes me feel so special…I love it. He is Mr. Perfect…Damn. “May I pour you wine?” “Yes I would love some C.” Gabriel said holding his glass.

    Charles filled his glass then his own and sat down in his own seat next to Gabriel. “Let’s toast…to us…to wonderful fulfilling beginnings….” Gabriel was so happy with his words he knew in his heart what was happening here and now was meant to be and his shield came down and he felt Charles’s love for him. He let the content and joyful feelings wash over him and he clicked his glass “Yes C. to new deep beginning’s.” They drank to the toast, locked in a wonderful stare understanding each other completely.

    Charles stood and held his hand for his, Gabriel took his hand and stood. He led him to the bedroom and helped Charles to sit on the end of the bed. Kneeling between his legs he said “Gabriel I have tried so hard to hold back from making love to you but I need you so much sweet man. I desire you with every fiber of my body and I can hold back no longer… Please Gabe allow me to undress you and give you intense pleasure.”

    Gabriel smiled and placed both of his hands on the sides of his handsome face. “You are so sweet and gentle, but you must know before we go any further… Charles I am falling for you and if…IF… we make love I will fall all the way… and be in deep love with you forever and claim you as mine for all time, with no way out.”

    Charles face lite up hearing his words…he knew he was already in love with Gabriel…he was his soulmate and they would have to be together now. No way to avoid it, they would never be happy apart and they both knew that. He pulled his hands from the side of his face and put them to his lips, kissing his fingers as Gabriel moaned. “Gabe, you have to know you are already ingrained in my heart and my soul. Gabriel… I LOVE YOU.”

    Both men froze as those 3 little words rang out in the bedroom, bouncing off the walls………

    Part 4 soon……..Thanks for reading and posting…….A…..

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  • A BDSM Story: Jason and Paul

    Jason and Paul continued to talk about their plans for the villa. They decided to get their laptops out and create spreadsheets for their lists. Paul had the project list and Jason had the “must be fixed” list. They discussed each list arguing about priorities and finally settled into agreement after two hours of lively conversation.

    Jason announced he was going to turn on the television and look for home improvement shows, in order to start learning new skills. Paul rolled his eyes at Jason and went to the bedroom with his laptop to catch up on email and market news. Jason was a little disappointed because he wanted to watch home improvement shows with Paul and discuss plans for the villa.

    Never the less Jason sank down in the couch cushions, one hand caressing his privates, the other hand gripping the remote. Jason systematically traveled through the entire channel spectrum. All of the home improvement channels were currently featuring decorators matching fabric and paint colors. There were no power tools being used. It was all fluffy shit, Jason became impatient. After fifteen minutes of channel flipping Jason bounded into the bedroom to inform Paul of his disgust.

    Jason found Paul in the bathroom. Paul had emptied all the drawers and cabinets throwing the contents all over the bathroom. He was currently emptying the bathroom storage closet of towels, sheets, toilet paper, and soap.

    Jason asked, “Paul what are you doing?”

    Paul did not look up or answer.

    Jason was bewildered, It was the middle of the afternoon and Paul was fully fed and watered. To Jason’s knowledge Paul was under no physical stress, and he had eaten only an hour before. Was Paul mad because Jason was watching T.V.? Jason was puzzled. 

    Paul started tearing open rolls of toilet paper. He began throwing wads around the bathroom.

    Jason just shook his head, asking again, “Paul, are you angry about something?”

    Paul gave Jason a disgusted look.

    Jason guessed again, “Are you angry that I have 200k in my checking account?”

    Paul rolled is eyes at Jason and continued with his mess making.

    Impatient Jason yelled, “I’m going to fucking beat your ass if you don’t tell me what this is about Paul!”

    Paul assumed a submissive position on his knees looking up to Jason, his beautiful grey eyes begging to be spanked.

    Jason looked down at Paul and sighed, “Babe if you needed a spanking you could have just said so.”

    Paul looked at him disgustedly again.

    Jason snapped. He left the room and yelled into the hallway.

    “Yvonne!!!!!!!”

    Yvonne came running in from outside, her hands filled with mangoes, wild-eyed wondering what the emergency was.

    Jason announced, “I have a situation in here I have deal with!” Jason nodded meaningfully to the bedroom. “Do you need to go shopping, or something?” Yvonne just nodded. She would ask Lesroy to take her into town. Jason went back into the bedroom slamming the door.

    Jason found Paul in the bathroom still being a little bastard throwing wads of toilet paper around the bathroom. Jason fetched his flogger from his toy drawer and walked into the bathroom. He purposefully.grabbed Paul by the upper arm and dragged him into the bedroom.

    “Really Paul? Your just gonna throw a little fit? Can’t you talk to me and tell me what you need? Do you really want to piss me off and make me punish you?”

    Paul looked into Jason’s eyes and answered him directly. “Yes, Jason.”

    Jason pressed, “Yes, you want to piss me off? Or, Yes you need your ass beat?”

    Paul answered, “I want to piss you off and have my ass beat.”

    Jason looked at Paul for a long minute and then roared with laughter. When he settled down from laughing he pulled Paul close and asked sweetly, ” So you need those two things together? Pissing me off first and then an ass beating?”

    Paul nodded yes. Jason sighed again. Clearly Paul thought Jason had been neglecting his duties. It had been days since Paul had been spanked.

    Not wanting to disappoint Paul further, Jason jumped up and drug Paul across the bedroom and hoisted him up in front of an open window, facing outward. Paul’s erection hung in the wind. Jason tied Paul’s arms to the iron curtain rod holders on each side of the window. They were solid iron bolted into the stucco and could fully hold Paul’s weight.

    Paul was standing naked, arms outstretched, waiting for his ass to be beaten. Paul’s whole body tingled in anticipation. Paul knew the security guards would probably see him on their patrol around the property, but he did not care. Paul just wanted Jason to beat his ass black and blue. Paul was so aroused he started to pump his stiff cock into the air.

    Jason walked up behind him with the flogger and blistered each ass cheek until they were bright red. Paul’s legs weakened and he hung from his restraints, enjoying the pain sensation and wanting more. Jason realized then that he had been successful in conditioning Paul to equate pain and humiliation stimuli into a sexual response.

    Jason’s kink sprang into high gear. He intended to beat Paul’s pretty white ass cheeks a dire shade of red. Jason would keep Paul hanging here knowing all the employees of the estate were probably watching. Jason’s was on fire to blister Paul’s ass and let everyone on the property watch.

    To tease any watchers Jason pushed Paul’s pelvis forward. Jason wanted Paul’s erection to hang out the window.

    Jason whispered into Paul’s ears. “I’m going to have to spank your ass in front of the whole estate Paul.” Paul’s eyes were closed as he listened to the tantalizing sound of Jason’s voice. Paul hung blissfully from his restraints, his cock pulsing into the air.

    Jason dropped the flogger and grabbed the crop knowing Paul was more sensitive to the crop.The pain from the crop would sharper and more intense. Jason struck Paul with the crop three times on each ass cheek. Paul’s engorged cock bounced as the crop struck Paul’s ass, Paul moaned with pleasure. Jason kept smacking him with the crop on the ass and shoulders, occasionally landing blows on Paul’s sensitive thighs.

    Rocket fuel rushed through Jason’s balls. He loved to punish Paul. Jason decided to add nipple clamps and weights. Jason went back to his toy drawer to get them. He walked purposefully back to Paul attaching a nipple clamp to each nipple. Paul cried out in pain. Jason played with the nipple clamps by touching them with his finger tips. Paul writhed. Jason was ecstatic at the pain registering on Paul’s face. Jason then added the weights. Paul moaned in both pain and pleasure. Jason picked up the flogger again and started to strike Paul’s red ass is a criss cross pattern. The weights swayed with each hit pulling on Paul’s nipples harshly. Paul just hung from his restraints and groaned.

    A crowd was starting to gather below, about a 75 yards from the window. The group consisted of Leonard, the gay gardener (Yvonne’s son), and three straight security guards. They looked up to the white man strung up before them in the window. They looked at Paul’s bound body, his flushed chest, and his strong erection. They watched his dick bounce around with every strike of Jason’s whip. The group had watched breathlessly as Jason attached clips to Paul’s nipples and hung weights off off them, letting them dangle. They wondered how Jason could be so brutal. They watched as the weights bounced around pulling hard on Paul’s nipples.

    All four of the men were sexually aroused, projecting themselves in fantasy as either Jason or Paul. Yvonne’s son Leonard wanted to be Paul. The other men envied Jason and wanted to be him. Their rapt attention stayed on the show above them. All four black men watched Jason beat Paul’s ass relentlessly. At times they became a little uncomfortable with the intensity and the longevity of Jason’s assault on Paul’s body. They could see Paul’s entire body was bright red and full of marks from the whip. 

    Suddenly, Jason dropped down behind Paul. The men strained to see what he was doing, and gasped when they figured out Jason was licking Paul’s ass. This surprised the security guards and they stood up straighter to watch. They noticed how strong Jason’s erection was while he licked Paul. They marveled at how long Jason pleasured himself at Paul’s hole. Leonard and pushed his jeans down on his thighs and started stroking his uncut mocha colored dick, intently watching Jason eat Paul’s ass.

    Jason continued to worship Paul’s ass for another 30 minutes. The security guards watched rubbing their meaty black cocks through their jeans. They watched as Jason rubbed Paul’s balls, and stroked Paul’s cock never moving his face from Paul’s ass crack.

    Paul was weak and exhausted from the flogging. He hung in the window by his wrists focused solely Jason’s tongue in his ass and Jason’s hand on his dick.

    “May I come Jason?”

    Jason did not get a chance to answer before Paul shuddered and ejaculated 3 feet into the air in front of him. It was a very long and intense orgasm. Jason kept tonguing Paul until Paul finished coming and hung still.

    Jason was so fucking hot for Paul. He stood up and got behind Paul, and pressing his dickhead into Paul’s anus. Paul gasped as Jason pushed his way in. Jason began to fuck Paul hard. The nipple clamps and weights flying wildly around his chest. Jason slapped Paul’s ass several times with his hands while he fucked him. Jason could see the men below watching, out of the corner of his eye. Jason fucked Paul harder demonstrating his ownership of Paul. Jason wanted to put on a good show. Jason looked down and was surprised to see Paul was was able to get hard again so quickly. Jason wondered if Paul was getting off on being watched, or if it was the combination of nipple torture and ass fucking.

    Jason kept slapping Paul’s ass and fucking him. Jason needed to come, badly. He pounded into Paul several more times before shuddering in orgasm ejaculating into Paul’s ass. Jason hung there with Paul for a several minutes kissing Paul’s shoulders and catching his breath.  

    Finally he let his dick slip out of Paul. Semen dripped out of Paul’s ass and down his legs.

    Jason backed away from the window and looked at Paul’s body hanging there in the window frame. Paul’s back and ass deeply red with the beating Jason had given him. Semen dripping from Paul’s rectum running down his legs.Jason was very pleased with his work.

    Jason approached Paul to untie him from his restraints.

    Paul whispered weakly, “Thank you, Jason.”

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    Jason and Paul were parked at the breakfast bar the next day hungrily eating their breakfast. Paul was eating fresh avocado harvested days earlier from a tree on the estate. He scooped up bites of vine ripe tomatoes dusted with salt and pepper added a slice of avocado and shoveled them both into his mouth.

    Paul stood up with the intention of getting dressed for their business. He asked everyone to ready to go to the bank by 10:00am.

    At 10:00am, they all four loaded into the Land Rover and headed for the bank in Kingston. A security guard accompanied them in the back seat. Once at the bank, all hour gathered into a personal bankers office. Paul explained what they were doing.

    The personal banker efficiently setup all the accounts, enabling debit cards and checking privileges. Paul explained monthly limits and reporting responsibilities. Yvonne would now be responsible for running the household, soup to nuts, and Lesroy would run the estate, Dawson would be Lesroy’s assistant. They would operate out of a join account with an operating budget of 6k per month. Payroll would continue to be handled out of the management company until the sale was final, and then the budget would increase to include labor costs.

    As they left the bank Paul reassured both of them they would receive adequate training for their new duties. And as soon as the sale of the estate became final their salaries would be adjusted to reflect their new responsibilities. Both Yvonne and Lesroy were immigrants to Jamaica from other islands, having come with the desire to better themselves. They were thankful for the opportunity being presented and they were determined to exceed Paul’s expectations.

    Once at home, Jason led Paul into the bedroom hoping for a mid day treat, but Paul would not focus on sex. He was making lists, talking on the phone with his personal banker, and making arrangements for the villa. Jason sat with Paul listening and rubbing Paul’s back. Whenever Jason had something to say, Paul would mute the banker and listen to Jason. Jason loved Paul’s business acumen and appreciated being able to contribute to financial decisions. Jason got out his laptop and began to work companionably beside Paul.

    Jason startled and sat upright. “We forgot to shop for tools.” Paul looked up from his laptop and sighed, “Do you really want to drive back to Kingston now?”

    Jason shook his head. He had other ideas.

    Jason jumped up to go see if the house was empty. The property appeared empty except for a security guard near the front gate. Lesroy and Yvonne must have gone into town.

    Jason started stripping off his clothes. He walked back into the bedroom naked and fully erect. Paul looked up and busted out laughing. Jason strode purposefully over to Paul and yanked him out of his chair. Jason stripped off Paul’s clothes and pulled him into the kitchen. Jason desperately wanted to thrash Paul’s ass again but he was still recovering from yesterday.

    Jason ordered, “Get up on the table Paul.”

    Paul sat his naked ass onto the kitchen table and waited for instructions.

    Jason explained, “I’m going face fuck you now. Lay down with your head toward me. Your going to hang your head off the table so I can fuck your neck. I will control your head.”

    Paul was a little disturbed at the thought of someone walking into the villa and catching them in action on the kitchen table. Paul’s chest flushed. Jason’s looked was determined. Paul knew he would be punished if he tried to evade Jason’s wishes. Paul slowly turned and lay down on the table. Jason scooted Paul around so neck was on the edge of the table and his head hung off. Paul’s face was just below Jason’s balls.

    Jason lifted his ball sack and placed it on Paul’s face. Paul nuzzled Jason’s balls licking and sucking on them.

    “Paul please lift your legs and pose your ass towards the front door.” Paul was mortified, his chest flushed a deep scarlet red.

    Before he could lift his legs Jason roughly pulled him into the desired position. Jason’s balls smothered Paul’s face while Jason held Paul by the ankles.

    “Suck and lick my balls Paul.”

    Paul began to enthusiastically lather Jason’s balls. Jason pinched Paul’s right nipple. Paul flinched. Jason realized they were sore from yesterdays nipple torture. Jason was getting really turned on. Jason grabbed his cock and started hitting Paul in the face with it. Jason masturbated himself for a while while Paul sucked and lathered his balls.

    “Paul hold your ankles up, keep that ass on display. I’m going to turn around so you can lick my ass crack.”

    Jason turned around spreading his ass cheek for Paul’s mouth. Jason pushed his crack down on Paul’s face. He felt Paul strain to reach his asshole with his tongue. Paul licked and kissed the length of Jason’s crack, coming back to focus on his hole. Jason looked over his shoulder to make sure Paul’s legs were up and his ass was exposed to the front door.

    “Paul your such a good ass licker. Your going to be spending more time worshiping my ass.” Paul dick leaped at Jason’s voice. Paul loved it when Jason talked during sex. Paul started to pump his dick a little into the air in excitement.

    Jason continued to talk to Paul sexily, “You’ve come so far in such a short time. I think your almost ready to scene with me at the club.” Paul thought about that and processed it.

    Jason asked, “Would you like to spend an hour or two licking my ass at the club, Paul?” Paul had never been to the club. But he did understand that Jason was asking him to have sex in public.” Paul wasn’t sure he was ready for that, so he did not answer. Besides he was busy licking Jason’s ass.

    Paul focused on just licking Jason’s ass with passion and urgency.

    Jason pushed the subject further, “Paul your so expressive, so sensitive, so fucking perfect I want to show you off. I’m want to fuck you in front of everyone with your name tattooed on my ass.”

    Paul fervently hoped Jason was still talking about the kinky fuck club and not Grand Central Station. Paul knew anything was possible, Jason was one fucked up kinky bastard.

    Jason turned around and put Paul’s head into a specific position that would allow him maximum penetration into Paul throat. Jason penetrated Paul mouth and throat with his dick, and started to pump.

    “Hold those legs up higher Babe. I need to see that pretty hole you have. Relax your throat. I can feel your jaw is tense. Relax and give into me.”

    Jason realized at that moment he need to spend a little more time disciplining Paul. The thought of a long discipline session with Paul made Jason’s balls surge with joy. Jason continued to pump into Paul’s neck. Paul was still periodically gagging. Jason knew this session was going to take some time. Jason would take 3 or 4 strong strokes and then let Paul breath.

    Jason tried to maintain a consistent rhythm so that Paul would instinctively know when it was time to breath. Having Paul’s legs in the air served several purposes. The first was testing Paul’s level of submission. Jason knew it also added a feeling of risk and danger to the encounter which would heighten Paul’s senses. Jason had locked and bolted the door but Paul did not know that. Having Paul hold his ankles up while being forcefully face fucked put his body into a stress position. Paul had to keep his throat under control and keep his ankles above his head at the same time. It was a lot to focus on with a fat cock in his mouth.

    “Babe, rest your legs now, but keep them splayed out. I want you on display.”

    Paul gratefully obeyed. Paul lowered his legs to the table but spread his legs outward. Jason continued his systematic face fucking. Jason waited for Paul to relax further into the scene and really start to enjoy it.

    Paul was so relieved to lower his legs, he relaxed enough to completely let Jason control the position of his head. Paul let Jason set the pace for breathe. All that Paul focused on was relaxing his throat, his jaws, his mouth. Paul let Jason completely control the scene. Paul gave Jason entire control of his body.

    Jason immediately felt the change in Paul. Jason felt the rocket fuel surge through his balls. Paul was the most erotic person and the sweetest lover Jason had ever been with. Jason loved Paul completely.

    All that Jason could muster verbally was, “Oh Babe.”

    Paul felt Jason’s emotional response and reveled in it. Paul willed himself to an even deeper state of submission. Suddenly Jason was getting his 8 inch cock into Paul’s throat all the way to the base, with no resistance. Excitement surged through Jason. He carefully maintained the preset rhythm so Paul knew when to breath, reinforcing his trust and submission.

    Jason was covered in sweat carefully gripping Paul’s head in the safest position possible.

    Jason was close to orgasm. Jason did not think Paul was ready to have semen blasted through his sinuses so he withdrew.

    Jason jerked off onto Paul’s chest shuddering in pleasure and release. Jason bent forward and finished Paul off sucking him forcefully with his mouth. Jason swallowed every drop of semen that he could milk out of Paul’s balls.

    They heard a car outside. Jason said, “Up Babe, quickly.” Paul jumped up dashing into the bedroom. Jason undid the deadbolt and scrambled after Paul.

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  • Breaking in a virgin

    I arrived in my new town on my motorbike, wondering what my new job and life would hold. No contacts, no gay pub or clubs, fucking dreary place. The first thing I needed before starting work was a haircut. So I wandered in to a smart-looking place. The guy cutting looked gay to me, and I saw the look of recognition when I walked in. The usual probing questions about being new to the area etc. As there were no other customers, he said as I was leaving. “Would you like to come to a party at my place tomorrow? I have a buddy who is turning 21 and we are going to help him celebrate. I think you will enjoy the company.” I took the details and thought, well, I don’t fancy him [too queeny] but there might be someone else I fancy. So I roared up on my bike at the right time, leather jacket, skin tight Levi’s, leather boots, and the lot. That caused a stir when I was shown in.

    I was introduced to the guy whose birthday it was and we hit it off right away. He said, “I’m glad you came, nearly everybody here is fair or blond like me, and I prefer dark hair masculine guys.” I thought, things are looking up already. We stood close together in the kitchen drinking beer from bottles and I pressed my crotch up against his, pinning him to the counter…. I said, “How masculine do you like your guys”. “Well, to be frank I like the look and the feel, I have never been fucked, I have just got divorced,” he said. I lifted my right leg up against him and pinned him with my cock and leg, grabbing him round the waist. I kissed him on his lips and snaked my tongue down his throat. I said; “no worries, you will be fucked tonight, I promise.” He went all limp against me and I had to hold him up. I said, “We ought to enjoy the party first, then I’ll take you home on my motorbike and fuck you all night long, you’ll no longer be a virgin when I’ve finished with you.” He was hardly able to speak and we detached ourselves from each other and went round chatting to the others and making small talk. Every so often we would catch each other’s eye and I would wink, he would smile back weakly.

    I was only 24 but in physical good shape having spent many years cycling and swimming. I kept getting guys stroking my tight ass; some even stroked my bulging cock. I didn’t mind what they did, so long as I got the young dude later. He was shorter than me by about three inches, blond and blue eyed. He was lighter in weight, to the point of being skinny, I had visions of being able to lift him up and carry him about. Eventually the party finished and I led him towards my big bike. He’d never been on a bike either! So I lent him my spare helmet and he climbed up behind me, throwing his arms around my waist. I promptly moved them lower so he could grip my cock and balls as we rode to his apartment.

    When we got to his apartment I slowly peeled his clothes off, exposing his skinny tight body. I had a little tube of lube; I kept handy in the side pocket of my jacket. “Use this to lube your ass real good.” I said. I did not remove my biker gear, not even my helmet…. This was gonna be a fantasy for me too. I flopped out my big cock and balls from the tight restriction of my faded Levi’s. [I had removed the two bottom buttons some time ago so I could get my equipment out without bothering to undress]. I pushed him down onto his knees between my legs and pushed my semi-hard cock just inside his mouth. He looked up quizzically as I held his head either side with my gauntleted hands. I straddled him and stared down into his eyes and told him to drink my piss and not spill any. He looked startled as all that lager came fizzing out. He got the idea of drinking quickly so it didn’t spill. “Good man,” I said, before making him lick the last drops off the end of my now hardening cock. I made him take my balls in his mouth. He found it difficult without pulling his mouth open with his fingers. That made my cock stiffen and it covered his face. I slapped his face with my cock, I could see he was trying to get an idea of the size of it, and the thought was dawning on him that this huge cock was going inside him any minute now. My balls were full of cum juice and fucking big that night. By the end of the night this boy would be full of my seed.

    I pulled him up by the armpits and slammed him against the back of the door and held him there with my powerful body. I pushed my crotch under his ass by spreading my legs and bending my knees. My cock was between his legs and throbbing by now, so I slowly drew it back until I could feel the throbbing head resting against his unfucked cherry. I began to push gently on his ass, I could tell he was really desperate to be fucked. He opened up the first barrier quite quickly and the head slipped in. “Wait, wait, it’s too big, I’ll never take it all,” he shouted over his shoulder. I lifted the visor on my helmet and told him, “it’s not coming out until I’ve cum inside you and you are full of my hot load, got it bitch. All you have to do is concentrate on the thought of my cock slowly taking over your insides, it’s what you have been waiting for all these years, relax it will go in when it’s ready.”

    I kept up the pressure, but I didn’t force the poor kid, he needed to get used to this big hard thick cock slowly snaking inside him. My pre-cum was juicing him up as well as the lube. His chest was expanding and contracting rapidly as the head of my cock popped through the second sphincter and began its relentless journey deeper inside him. Once you are through the second barrier, it’s a lot easier from then on. When my cock was as far in as it could go, I told him, “Good boy, you’ve taken the whole of my cock deep inside you. “I know man I can feel it. Wow it feels so fucking good, it’s an awesome feeling.”

    I put one hand under his crotch and one round his waist and pulled him back from the door. I found I could walk him best if I lifted him off the ground, impaled on my cock and we walked down the hall into the sitting room. I was looking for somewhere to fuck him. I spotted a real good leather sofa and lowered him onto that. He sighed with pleasure as I climbed aboard and enjoyed the sensation of being really deep inside this virgin’s tight ass. [It wouldn’t be so tight after tonight!]. As I was thinking this I realized that the sensation in the tip of my cock meant that I was about to shoot, but I hadn’t really had a fuck yet so I tried to hold it back. Carefully I got him up and carried him on the end of my cock towards the bedroom. As I strode down the hall he was gently bouncing around on the end of my cock and there was nothing I could do but shoot my first big load of the night as I marched him towards the bed. I didn’t tell him what had happened in case he wanted me to take it out. I realized it was the first time I had ever shot a load inside a guy when I was frog marching him around on the end of my cock. Must try that again I thought!

    He, being inexperienced, hadn’t recognized the sensations and changes in his ass as I filled him deep. My cock was deep in the little virgins fucking ass when I shot my hot cum juice. I thought, you’re no virgin now boy! I walked him to the bed and lowered him face down. I was still plugged into him from behind. I lay myself a top of him and removed my helmet at last. The rest stayed on; I was going to enjoy a raunchy night of leather-boy fucking. I lay there flexing my cock inside him, feeling the spills of my own jizz deep inside him. This got me horny again and I began to pump his ass. “Now you are gonna find out what it’s like to be fucked real rough and hard, I don’t do gentle fucks, I fuck you anyway I want, all you gotta do bitch is lay there and enjoy my cock sliding up and down inside your gut,” I said. I fucked away like I was riding in a rodeo. He was yelling, but I knew my own juices were lubricating his ass so he would be ok. I pulled my legs up at his sides as if I was riding a motorbike, held his arms back as if they were the handlebars. That made my cock go deeper into his ass. He was yelling and his body was contorting. I was fucking like crazy. “You like the feel of cock in your ass? You ready to take my load? That what you want?” I asked him. “Fuck yeah man, breed me man, fill me with your cum juices, make me your bitch,” he said.

    I shot another hot load deep into the guys gut. I went down on him and rested for a while, I may even have drifted off. I heard him breathing regular and realized he was sleeping. My cock was semi-hard but still buried deep inside him. I began to move it very gently so as not to wake him. I imagined the throbbing head pushing into all that hot jizz now bubbling round inside him and I started to get hard again. I began slowly to ride him again, and eventually he woke up to the realization that he had a growing cock inside him. He moaned, I moaned, it wasn’t long before I shot my third load. I rested and felt my cock slowly shrinking and working its way out of him. It took what seemed an age to slide out. He was lying there sleepy and exhausted. I rolled off him and picked up my helmet and put it on. I went to the bathroom and washed my cock before tucking it back in its tight denim restrainer. Then I let myself out and fired up the bike and roared off. As I was riding I was turning over the events of the night in my mind. I found the idea of shooting a load while walking was a real turn-on and my cock soon started throbbing again. I thought I had emptied my balls into him, but it would seem there was more to come. I stopped and called him on my cell phone. A sleepy voice answered, I told him I was coming back to fuck him again, be by the door to let me in.

    He was waiting for me all tired and sleepy when I strode in. I got hold of him in my arms; he shivered, as my leathers were cold. I didn’t care. I just turned him round again to face the door and held him there while I let my throbbing cock find the now willing hole. How different from earlier! This time there was no resistance. It just slipped in as if I was pulling on a velvet glove. He moaned with pleasure as I went straight in to the hilt. I moaned with pleasure as I lifted him up on the end of my cock once more and headed to the bedroom where I shagged him so roughly, I exhausted my own physical ability. I knew he could take it because I had opened him up and filled him with juice all night. Now he could take whatever I was gonna throw at him. Eventually I let out a loud howl as my last final load made its way up my cock tube. Squirt after squirt shot into his overflowing ass, juice was spilling out his now pussy boy hole.

    I was satisfied and it was me who fell asleep. Eventually his nudging of me, trying to tell me something woke me up. I couldn’t hear because I still had my helmet on! I took it off, he said he needed a drink. So did I. We separated and began to sort ourselves out with showers etc. Over breakfast I asked him what it felt like to have lost his virginity. He said,”it was a surreal moment for him, feels like your still inside me.” He had that tired eyes look of satisfaction in his eyes as he stroked his belly. Smiling he looked at me and said, “I can feel your sperm juices bubbling in my stomach man.”

    I said, “Well there’s plenty more where that came from. It was the start of a very hot summer!

    I had clearly scored a hit with the slim skinny guy. I clicked early on that this dude was really keen to be full of my load. He rang everyday to plead with me to go over and take him. I wanted him to really want my cock. I really wanted him to want my cock living deep inside him. I wanted him to realise when I was embedded inside him, the reason for his existence was to serve my cock and its needs. I wanted him to forget his life, his ex-wife, his work, all the 101 little tasks that crowd into his mind, and to concentrate on one thing and one thing only; the size and shape of my cock and what it felt like to have it buried deep inside him. If he were good, he would get his reward. Loads, and loads of my hot sperm laden juices deep in his hungry ass.

    After a week of teasing and letting him plead, I said I would call over on the Friday evening to see my little fuck boy. I told him to be ready, to be lubed unless he wanted me to fuck him dry, because the mood I was in there was going to be no time for any preparations. He knew, and I knew that within seconds of me pushing through that door, it would be inside his ass and his one purpose in life was to serve me. From that moment I would own him.

    When I strode into his apartment, seeing him standing there naked, white eyeballing and trembling with fear and excitement. I knew I needed to assert my dominance and control over him immediately. I loosely grabbed him around the neck and pulled him towards me. Stroking him with my free hand down his back and over his butt. He was shaking uncontrollably, I knew exactly what effect I was having on him. “Unzip my zipper and pull my cock out bitch.” I felt his hands clumsily digging into my pants and attempting to pull out my rock hard cock. I saw the look on his face when my cock eventually sprang out.

    I told him to turn around and bend over. He was still trembling. I slapped my hands on his ass cheeks. He gave out a little yelp. I dug my fingers into his pussy slit stretching it as wide as I could. He was moaning and shuddering as I dug my fingers deeper in his hole. He was moving away from me. “Hold still you little fucker,” I shouted at him. He had a sweet tite hole. I rubbed the head of my cock against his man pussy and leaned into him. Unlike the previous week, he didn’t yell with pain, he didn’t ask me to take it out,

    I felt my cock reach the limits of his insides, I knew that I was going to be able to do just what I pleased with this guy. I put my hand under his crotch and one round his chest and walked with him, speared on my cock, into the sitting room and that handy leather sofa. There I eased myself down into a sitting position and kept him tight on my cock. I lay back, pulling him with me.

    To his surprise I started pushing him sideways and bringing his legs up the other side, effectively skewering him on my cock, he was being turned on a spit and it was my cock he was turning on! He moaned as he was slowly turned upside-down, still deeply pinned on my throbbing dick. Even I could feel that his insides had to adjust to each new position as he slowly revolved. My cock explored every crevice of his insides, but he was in no danger of falling off! I lowered him down so his head was resting on one of my boots, my other boot I positioned so he could lick it. I spread his legs apart and placed his feet on my shoulders. “Lick my boot and quit moaning,” I said. He was there to make sure my cock had a good time. I was not interested in his comfort or whether being down there made him dizzy. “All you have to do is concentrate on the head of my cock exploring your deepest desires.”

    By looking down the length of my body and his legs I could see my cock buried in his tite not-now-virgin ass. By holding his legs I could slide him up and down on it gently while he was involved in licking my boot. This had a stiffening effect on my already engorged cock and I realised I had been saving my spunk all week for this pleasure.

    I realised as I slowly slid him up and down I could see my cock retreat to the point where I could just see the head appear, then I would slide him back up till I had the satisfaction of seeing he had the lot buried deep inside him. I enjoyed that sight. I realised that this was too horny and I would shoot any second. It was up to me, my pleasure when I decided to let him have my first load, still watching my cock, and still sliding him up and down slowly. I arched my ass up as I slid him more vigorously up and down on my cock. We were both moaning and sweating. I held him more firmly as I felt my spunk gather at the base of my cock and then surging up and out, flooding his insides. I thought, this is what he is for, dumping my load when I want, as often as I want. He was putting up no resistance. He just surrendered himself up to it and hung on the end of my throbbing cock, yearning to enjoy every moment, every sensation he could get out of it. He was the most passive sub I have ever known. It made me feel powerful and dominant!

    I slid him back up so he was tite against my pubic bone and said to him. I’ve decided its time to take you to my place for a bit of fun, and if he knew what was good for him, he would need to keep my juices in his gut. So I lowered him off my still semi hard cock and told him to get washed. I followed him to the bathroom and made him wash my cock as he was now officially my cock-slave and it was his job to look after its every need. When he had washed it and patted it dry I forced him down to his knees and straddled him, pushing the head of my cock roughly into his mouth and, holding his head so he couldn’t pull away, I let out a stream of piss for him to drink. He gulped it down and I knew as I looked down into his eyes that he was going to be like an obedient puppy to service all the needs of my cock. It will take some looking after believe me!

    I had brought some biker gear in my bag, so he found some really old washed-out ripped jeans and climbed into them. I lent him boots, jacket, helmet and gloves, and we went down to the bike. He knew by now that he had to hang on to my cock and balls as we made are way to my place. We got some strange looks from people as they spotted him playing with my toolkit. But let them freak out if they wanna do.

    We arrived at my place. I pressed the electric fob for the garage door so we could drive right in. The door closed after us. I put the bike on its stand. I made him get on the front seat. I climbed on behind him, pulling down his jeans as I did. I prized my cock out of its prison and pushed him down over the petrol tank taking him from behind as was my right now. He was there to take whatever I was prepared to give him. I told him to hold onto the handlebars while I rode him from behind. To prevent the bike from falling over in all the excitement I had to have my boots on the floor either side. This gave me greater thrusting power and so I wrapped my arms around his waist and fucked him hard and deep.

    He was yelling inside his helmet, but nobody could hear. On the sofa I had fucked him real slow and enjoyed the sensuality of my spunk surging up my cock almost without any effort. Now I was shagging for all I was worth. Amazingly I had never fucked anyone on my motorbike and I was getting a nut on, I thought my cock would burst with excitement. Even I could feel my cock swelling to a new and bigger size. I was thinking, if I don’t shoot soon I would burst a blood vessel. Then I felt the next load gather at the base of my cock waiting there, teasing me knowing it would have to surge up the tube and out into his tite ass. It did. It made me wait for just a few more maddening seconds, till even I was cursing and shouting, “take my fucking load you little queer bastard” as I felt the inevitable climb of globs of hot cum pumping their way up my cock and shooting themselves deep inside him. He was moaning, I was moaning and I pulled him back tight onto my cock and kept thrusting to make sure every last drop was delivered as deep as it could be. Nothing should go to waste. He had to take it all.

    I held him there in that position for some time while the testosterone charged moment passed and I could relax. Eventually I said; “you’re really gonna enjoy what I’ve got in the basement.”

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  • The Captain’s Boy

    Thomas lay on the Captain’s bed with his arms stretched out to each corner of the headboard where they were tied off. He lay there sweating with the heat inside the Captain’s apartment stifling. Thomas still didn’t understand a word the Spanish Captain or any of his crew said but he knew the tone of the Captain’s words when he got tied to the bed. Angry for what he had done. He knew he shouldn’t have done it but he grew lonely staying in the Captain’s quarters all day and night and he had grown to desire what the Captain had forced him to do their first day out to sea.

    They were not out of sight of land, pulling away from England, Thomas’ home country when the Captain came in and forced him down on the bed. He had gone from living on the streets to finding himself on this Spanish Carrack sailing off to places unknown. At first it embarrassed him thinking the looks he got from the crew were looks of judgment but after a few days he realized differently and suddenly he saw how it was, a crew of men on a sailing ship traveling for weeks, months even, before docking in some faraway country. They looked at him with a longing, a desire and Thomas fought the urge to tease them, to give them ideas.

    At first the Captain had come to him often, sometimes merely pulling his cock free and pushing Thomas over on the bed on his stomach. The white shirt the Captain gave Thomas to wear was easily pushed up or removed. Other times they lay on the bed, both naked, the Captain’s tanned muscular body able to cover Thomas’s lean fair skinned frame completely, pressing him down in the soft mattress, spreading his legs and penetrating him. Thomas quickly learned to relax to the penetration, to the feel of the Captain’s cock breaching his opening and penetrating him deeply. He came to be vocal with the Captain’s fuck, to move beneath him, pushing upward begging for him to do it harder, to fuck him faster. He knew the Captain didn’t know the words he spoke but the Captain knew the meaning of them as he would hold young Thomas down and drive cock into his hole faster and faster.

    They had been at sea for days, how long Thomas didn’t know, but he had grown restless and when the Captain was up a deck in his Cabin working Thomas slipped out of the apartment. He didn’t know the ship so he eased along silently, working his way through the Reading Room through the next area where cannons sat along each side ready to use at a moment’s notice till he came to the kitchen. He smelled the evening’s meal in preparation and he eased inside the kitchen. The cook had his back turned to the door and Thomas bravely moved into the room looking at the preparations underway. The cook turned suddenly and caught Thomas at the end of the table. Thomas knew he looked ridiculous wearing the oversized shirt, the loose garment hanging on his lean frame making him acutely aware of his nakedness underneath the thin white fabric. The cook was about his height, older, somewhere in his late twenties with a scruffy beard trying to come in, the area along his jaw almost bare. The cook had dark hair, brown eyes and was muscular, his arms bulging with muscle.

    No se supone que esta aqui!

    Thomas had no idea what the cook said but he was sure it was about him being out of the Captain’s apartment.

    “I got bored” Thomas replied smiling at the cook. Thomas found him attractive and he absentmindedly ran a hand down the front of the loose shirt pressing it against his lean body till he came to his cock and he let the cook see how it bulged outward, thickly over his sac. The cook stood frozen in place watching his hand, every move of his fingers as he manipulated himself bringing his cock up to erection. It pushed outward obscenely.

    Usted es una ramera!

    The cook laughed as he spoke and Thomas wondered how to respond. He reached down and let his fingers push the soft worn fabric tight to his cock shaft as he moved them along its length. He looked up at the cook, smiling, wondering if the cook was willing to do to him what the Captain had been doing for days.

    “You like?” Thomas asked as he lifted the sleeping shirt up and let it drape over his cock which stuck straight out hard, the loose skin pulled back till the red head was sticking out free, wet, slick with the leakage from it. The cook set down the spoon he was holding and moved around the small table. His eyes were glued to Thomas’ cock. He roughly pushed Thomas against the wall as he went down on his knees. Thomas barely had time to register what was happening when he realized his cock was sunk deeply into the cook’s mouth. Slick, hot, that mouth moved along his cock making him grow fully erect. It grew so hard it ached as the cook’s mouth worked along its length.

    “Damn” Thomas uttered, the profanity whispered through clinched teeth. The cook pulled back along his cock, bit down on his loose foreskin and pulled on it.

    “OHhhh” Thomas cried out slapping his hand over his mouth to stifle his own cry.

    Se derrame en mi boca?

    The cook was looking up at him, his expression pleading, and Thomas knew what he wanted. Taking his cock in hand he rubbed the head over the cook’s lips then pushed against them sliding his cock over the cook’s tongue till he was pushing into the man’s throat.

    “Fuck” Thomas uttered as he held the cook’s head and pumped his hips thrusting his cock inward and pulling back, faster and faster. The Captain hadn’t allowed him any release in two days and he felt his load surge through his cock and suddenly the cook was choking, swallowing as fast as he could. Thomas kept pumping his hips, shoving inward with each ejaculation till the cook took him by the thighs shoving him back against the wall. The cook buried his face into the sparse hair fanned out over Thomas’ cock and sucked so hard Thomas thought his cock was going to be pulled off as he felt each ejaculation, every wad as it spurt into the cook’s mouth.

    Spent Thomas leaned against the wall, eyes closed, as he felt the cook hold his cock licking it clean. The dim light of the kitchen shadowed out against his eye lids and suddenly he found the cook spinning him around, pushing him to the table where he fell onto his back. Soon his shirt was pushed up to his arm pits, his legs locked to the cook’s chest with the cook’s cock sinking into his hole. The cook fucked him with a furious pace. Hips slapping against his ass and Thomas knew he was afraid the Captain would catch him in his Cabin Boy’s ass and so he fucked to come, fucked with all his energy trying to get off as quickly as possible. Thomas held the table’s edge to keep from being pushed back across its top as he took every forward thrust. When the cook was jabbing inward in shorter thrusts Thomas recognized the rhythm of it and knew the man was close and he pushed back against him taking all of his cock. The cook took an ankle in each hand and spread them apart as he moved over Thomas folding him half, spreading him open. The cook fucked him harder, slamming hips against his ass and when he felt the cook suck on one nipple then nip it as cock was shoved inward hard he knew the cook was ejaculating inside him. He felt the cook grind his hips up against his ass working the spurting cock through its own load. Thomas held tightly to the table taking everything the cook would give him.

    The cook let him up and quickly got himself put together looking over at Thomas guilty. Thomas stood up letting the shirt fall back into place. His spent cock was still inflated slightly and pushed wetly against the front leaving a wet spot that grew in diameter as Thomas stood there watching the cook turn away from him getting back to his preparation of the evening meal.

    “Thanks” Thomas whispered and saw the cook nod his head without turning around. Thomas eased out and started to head back to the Captain’s apartment. The undulating movement of the ship suddenly returned to him and he felt a moment’s dizziness. When he started back he heard voices down below. Squatting at the opening in the floor where the ship’s ladder was located he tried to see who was down on the next level. Easing down the steps of the ladder one at a time Thomas moved down facing outward where he heard the voices. He eased down till he was clear of the structure and could see down the narrow corridor where a door was held open and a dim light of a candle was shining through it. Thomas stepped down off the ladder when he saw the voices were coming from the room and no one was out in the corridor.

    Easing down the narrow corridor Thomas came to the door and peered around the jamb where he saw two of the crew lying on their sides talking. They were stripped to their waists and their tanned muscular torsos were glistening in the dim light. Thomas didn’t know what they were saying but one grabbed his crotch and said something in a humorous tone making the other laugh. Suddenly the ship rocked roughly with a wave and Thomas fell forward coming into view at the door.

    The men looked up and saw him standing there, frozen in place, and they saw how the white shirt he wore hung down long, the front having a wet spot at his cock which was pushing outward once again. Thomas found fear made him erect as quickly as desire or lust and his cock rose up slowly, flexing up and down. The shirt had the buttons at the neck undone and his bare smooth upper chest below his neck was exposed. The men could see his long arms, the skin so smooth and fair, as well as his long lean legs which were just as bare. He looked much younger than his age which he thought was nineteen, or maybe it was eighteen. He wasn’t sure any more having been on the streets so long before the Captain took him.

    Thomas looked at the two crewmen, their muscular bodies, and he saw first one, then the other tug on their crotches. The one on the left had black hair and a beard coming in thickly along his jaw. The other had lighter hair, streaked by the sun and he had a beard that was kept cut close. After being with the cook Thomas knew how easy it would be to get what he wanted. How he wanted to feel their cocks penetrate his body, to move within him stroking his own desires. He lifted the shirt over his head and let it drop to the floor. Naked, his cock rising upward, he stood in front of the two men.

    Va a ser nuestra mujer?

    The man on the right said laughing as he sat up, swinging his legs to the floor. He looked at the other man and nodded toward Thomas.

    El capitan no es darle lo suficiente.

    The man added as he stood up and moved to Thomas. He grabbed Thomas by the arm and pulled him into the small room forcing him between the beds. The other man stood at the head of the beds undoing his pants. Thomas was pushed toward the man, bent over till he had to put his hands on the man’s bare hips. He saw the man’s long uncut cock, watched how the man manipulated it getting it erect. The man’s pants fell freely to his ankles and he grabbed Thomas by his hair and pulled his mouth to the growing erection in his face.

    Pua te meten!

    Thomas opened his mouth and took the cock in his face, let it slide over his tongue and push to the back of his throat. The man held him in place, kept the cock sunk in his mouth all the way making him wonder why he wouldn’t let him move, let him do what he had learned to do so well while in the Captain’s care. Then he felt it, the other man’s cock pushing at his hole. The cock rubbed up and down, pushed against his hole and rubbed over the opening.

    Wue el suelo esta mojado!

    Thomas didn’t know what the man behind him said but he was sure it was about his hole already being wet, the cook’s cum leaking from it. The man tightened his grip on Thomas’ hips and shoved forward sinking his cock all the way into Thomas. Moaning around the cock in his mouth Thomas held on to the thighs of the man in front of him as they began to fuck, one in his ass and the other in his mouth. They were slow at first, easing their cocks inward and pulling slowly back out talking animatedly amongst themselves as they kept it up using Thomas for their pleasure. The man in his ass had a long thin cock, longer than the Captain’s, and Thomas felt the way it penetrated him deeply, sinking so deep he wondered how he took it. He sucked the cock in his mouth letting it move over his tongue slickly. A hand rested on his back then slid slickly up along his spin rubbing over his sweaty skin. They were grunting and moaning, all three of them, noisily, recklessly, as they fucked faster and faster, Thomas taking every inch of cock pushed into his mouth and ass; he felt every thrust. The man fucking his ass reached underneath him and took his hard cock and stroked it, faster and faster, keeping rhythm with their fuck.

    Thomas felt the cock in his mouth flex, felt it swell up thicker filling his mouth then he felt the flood of cum fill his mouth. He swallowed as best he could but some still pumped out through his lips and trickled down his chin. The man cried out as he shot each wad into his mouth and the man fucking his ass slapped his right cheek laughing. Then the grip tightened on his hips and the man hammered his ass, hard fast thrusts till he felt the man pumping cum into his hole.

    The man let go of his erection denying him the release he so desperately wanted. The man he sucked slipped down the wall and sat in front of him with his eyes closed while the man in his ass slowly pumped his spent cock working through his load till Thomas felt cum trickle down his thigh. The man was lying over his back and hot breath hit his skin with every exhale.

    Suddenly a voice boomed out loud. The Captain’s voice reverberated through the room.

    Que chingados es eso? Que es lo que hacen!

    Thomas didn’t know what he was saying but he knew he was angry. He held up the shirt and shook it at Thomas as the two men climbed up on their bunks trying to get as far away as they could.

    “I’m sorry…I was lonely” Thomas said with sadness in his voice as he looked up at the Captain more scared than he had been when he was dragged on board. The Captain looked at him, the anger making his features so hard, so indiscernible Thomas just stood in front of him waiting for whatever was coming.

    The Captain took a deep breath and helped Thomas slip the shirt over his head. The Captain guided him out into the narrow corridor saying something back to the two men in the room before leading him back to the apartment. It was then the Captain stripped him and tied him to the bed leaving him alone in the room.

    He laid there, his mind replaying the events that caused him to be tied up, his cock growing erect each time and he felt the ache of it, the lustful desire for someone, anyone to come and give him relief. He lay there watching it rise up, beads of clear liquid pool at the slit and drool down onto his stomach and eventually he would find a way to stop thinking of the sex, the way it felt, and he’d get his cock to grow flaccid.

    It was dark when the door opened and the Captain came in carrying a candle. He set it down on the table near the door and moved to the foot of the bed. He didn’t say anything as he looked down on Thomas, his whole body in silhouette, shadowed and unreadable by Thomas.

    “I’m sorry, sir, but…” Thomas said letting his voice trail off knowing the futility of saying anything. The Captain began to pull his own clothes off and Thomas watched as he removed each garment. It took only a minute and the Captain stood naked at the foot of the bed, his cock rising up erect. Thomas lay still waiting. The Captain moved up on the bed and took each ankle lifting Thomas’ legs up and spreading them out. He moved up closer pushing Thomas’ legs over folding him in half, with his ass turned upward spread open. Thomas moaned as he felt the Captain’s cock rub along his ass and when the Captain pushed his ankles down on the bed either side of his head he felt it touch his hole, pressing against it. The Captain pushed down, penetrating him in one push sinking his thick cock all the way inward till his hips rested on Thomas’ ass.

    Thomas cried out only to have his cry muffled by the Captain’s mouth pressed to his own.

    The Captain rose up holding Thomas’ legs down and began to fuck. He fucked out of desire, out of anger for the betrayal, out of a sense of punishment, as he hammered his cock into Thomas, drove it all the way into his hole, pulled up and slammed back in, over and over, till the bed squeaked noisily and rocked back and forth banging into the wall. The Captain didn’t seem to care this time if anyone could hear them as he threw his whole weight into this fuck, drove into Thomas over and over, uttering in Spanish through clinched teeth.

    Thomas felt the heat of this fuck, the slick wetness where their bodies rubbed together and the drops of sweat that rained down on him from the Captain. Their exertion was exhausting, their breathing labored as the Captain fucked with a furious pace, his rhythm growing ragged, this thrusts inward shorter, with his hips jabbing away at Thomas’s hole. Punishingly, the Captain kept up his fuck till he finally shoved inward all the way and collapsed on top of Thomas; his cock ejaculating wad after wad.

    Then Thomas was alone once again, his cock still hard and his skin cooling with the evaporation of sweat from its surface. The sheets felt damp underneath him and the room hot, humid, the air filled with the stench of their fuck.

    And he felt exhausted.

    Thomas woke to the early morning light filtering in through the small windows of the apartment that lined the upper end of the stern. The ship seemed to be rocking slowly, like it did in a dead calm ocean and Thomas realized they were not moving very fast for there was no wind. He was still tied to the head board and his naked body lay on top of the bed. It was still hot even in this early morning hour.

    The door opened and the Captain came in stripped to the waist, his body glistening with the sweat that covered it. Thomas watched him close the door and just stand there for a moment, a concerned look on his face.

    Vamos no hay donde hasta el viento sopia hacia arriba. Nada que hacer, except esperar y…

    The Captain stopped speaking and smiled. He moved to the bed and untied Thomas’ arms from the head board, then bound them together only to retie him to the headboard in the middle. He flipped Thomas on to his stomach running a hand down along his back. Thomas felt the hand over his shoulder blades, fingers trace their shape, then the hand moved down along his spine following the gentle curve of his back till it moved up and over the curve of his ass. Thomas felt the Captain’s fingers dig down between his cheeks and touch his hole, felt them move over it as the Captain let his fingers travel from the top of Thomas’ ass down in between his legs till Thomas felt them move over his sac that was exposed between his legs.

    Usted tiene la piel suave y cremosa.

    The Captain spoke and it seemed more to himself than to Thomas who didn’t understand him. Thomas turned his head so he could see the Captain standing by the bed and watched him undo his pants and strip out of the remainder of his clothes till he was naked again. Thomas knew being on his stomach was different, knew he couldn’t watch the Captain take him and realized maybe this time he wasn’t suppose to watch. He turned his head down into the pillow as he felt the Captain move up on the bed right at the foot. He felt the Captain take each ankle and pull him down till his arms were stretched tight, then the Captain pushed his legs apart and moved up between them. Thomas felt the Captain’s cock, already hard again, as it nestled down between his ass cheeks and touched his hole. Thomas pushed up against it.

    “Fuck me…fuck me…please” Thomas begged and he felt the Captain’s cock sink into his hole.

    Thomas felt the way the Captain fucked him slowly this time, gently sinking into his hole so that he felt every inch move into him. He pushed up to take more of it, undulated beneath the Captain’s body like a snake, working his back and hips, sinking the Captain’s cock all the way into his hole. He tugged against the rope that bound his hands together as he buried his face into the pillow to stifle his cries. In his mind he begged the Captain to fuck him, to fuck him harder, and he worked his ass to take all the cock working his hole.

    The Captain came down on his back and bear hugged their bodies together, ground his hips into Thomas’ ass every time he bottomed out. This fuck was slow, the Captain building up his pace with patience making Thomas want it more than ever before. Thomas felt his own cock pinned beneath him and pushing into the mattress with every thrust by the Captain into his hole. He worked his hips more, worked them to take the Captain’s cock and to grind his own into the mattress.

    They fucked a long time, their bodies growing hot, slick, glistening in the morning light coming into the room. The Captain eventually rose up and began to fuck faster, to build up a fast rhythm and Thomas worked his ass to meet every downward thrust. Thomas cried out, moaned and pleaded with the Captain to fuck him, to fuck him harder and he buried his face in the pillow and shoved upward when he felt the Captain push down hard filling his hole once again. The Captain fucked till he was spent falling on Thomas’ back breathing hard.

    The Captain eventually got up and rolled Thomas over where he saw the wet puddle of cum from Thomas’ climax while being fucked.

    Puta asquerosa!

    Thomas sensed the Captain’s displeasure with him ejaculating on the sheet and he watched the Captain untie him roughly, grab him by the hair and shove his face down into his own load. He knew what was expected of him and he pushed up till his face hovered over the sheet and let the Captain see him hold out his tongue just before he moved down and lapped up his own cum. The Captain let him go and watched how he ran his tongue over the wet spot lapping up the cum. He pressed his lips down on the sheet and sucked, drawing out the last remnants of cum and when he was satisfied he had gotten all of his load he moved to the edge of the bed, reached out to the Captain’s hips and pulled the Captain’s body to him. He took the Captain’s flaccid cock and sucked it clean, drew his mouth along the flaccid shaft till it glistened wetly with his spit. When he was finished Thomas rolled over on his back and looked up at the Captain who stared down at him with a serious expression; just stared down at him for a long time. Slowly, the corners of the Captain’s mouth turned upward and he began to laugh and he playfully swatted Thomas on the hip.

    “I…fuck you often” the Captain said in broken English smiling down at Thomas.

    Thomas watched him dress and head out of the room leaving him free this time. But he did hear the Captain lock the door from the other side. Thomas smiled wondering how long he’d have to wait. He laid there for a long time dozing from time to time. When he got up he didn’t’ bother to dress for it felt better to stay naked in the heat of the apartment. He tried the door to see if it was really locked and found it snugly secured. He looked at the windows and wondered. He moved to them and climbed up on a small box so he could lean out. It was too far up to reach the windows above. He looked down and saw the rudder and the surface of the ocean. He felt stymied as he moved back into the room. He looked over to the bed seeing rope. Stepping back on the box he leaned out the window looking up wondering if he could get the rope to hook something letting him pull himself up.

    He knew the Captain wouldn’t like him venturing around the ship, going down to where the crew slept or toward the bow where he knew on one level somewhere in that section of the ship that Sergeant’s cabin was located, the one with the reddish brown hair and enticing bulges beneath his tight clothes.

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  • Romance: Michael and Kenny

    Michael and Kenny were walking back from Tascha and Sey’s with their proposal materials and Michael’s briefcase. Michael grabbed the doorknob and opened the door letting Kenny enter the trailer first. Michael’s thoughts were troubled with tribal politics and he felt suddenly angry. Kenny felt the tenseness in Michael’s body and wanted to help. Kenny took his clothes off and climbed atop Michael’s bed laying suggestively. The invitation did not register with Michael. Kenny watched Michael pace the trailer a dozen times and whispered… “Michael, “what will be, will be. The earth will care for our families and our tribe.”

    Michael acknowledged the Nooksack notion of the earth caring for the tribe but disagreed. Michael stopped mid stride and said, “Kenny, how can you say that? You are single handily providing medical care for 2000+ people? I’ll be dead before I see you deliver another baby without the proper facilities! “

    Michael gazed at Kenny’s body, naked on his bed. Michael abruptly left the trailer for the chief’s house. Kenny sat up startled but waited for Michael to return.

    Michael approached the chief’s house and knocked forcefully at the door.

    The chief’s wife answered the door and let Michael inside. The chief was sitting at the table with the tribal elders who had attended the meeting. No doubt the chief was engaged in tribal politics trying to drive the project forward.

    Michael approached the kitchen table and set his hands on the table and addressed everyone at the table with his eyes and attention. “Kenny is my love. I will NOT have him working under these conditions. I don’t care what you need to do to make this happen, but DO IT! I’m giving you a quarter of a million dollars plus engineering fees to fund this project, there is no excuse for the clinic to not be built immediately! Michael slammed his hands on the table for emphasis, startling everyone.

    Michael stood up straight and gave a deferential bow to the chief and his wife. A small smile turned up on the chiefs’ face as his white son left the house.

    Michael returned to the trailer to find Kenny sitting on the bunk waiting. Michael quickly covered the two feet to Kenny and held him. Kenny could feel the agitation dissipate from Michael’s body. Kenny held him and attached himself to Michaels’ right nipple. “Where did you go?”

    Michael said simply, “To deliver a message.”

    Michael felt the sexual pull from Kenny sucking his nipple and relaxed. Michael pushed Kenny back and got on top of Kenny’s body. All that Michael wanted at this moment was to make proper love to Kenny. Michael took charge of their love making. Michael kissed Kenny’s mouth tenderly and then forcefully. Michael dipped his head to Kenny’s chest tonguing both of Kenny’s nipples. Michael dipped his head further to tongue Kenny’s navel and follow his sweet honey trail to his crotch. It was incredible how in control Michael felt about their sexual connection. Cerebrally Michael knew Kenny had all the experience on male/male sex, but it did not matter to Michael. Michael felt the ownership and the impetus to drive the sexual intercourse forward in his balls.

    As Michael reached Kenny’s crotch, Michael immediately put Kenny’s cock in his mouth. He sucked and licked it lavishly this way and that. Michael slid his tongue from the base to tip on every side of Kenny’s dick. Kenny lay against the white sheets with his Native American skin in contrast and moaned in pleasure and abandon.

    Michael instinctively wanted to possess Kenny in a way that was primal. Michael lifted Kenny’s legs up to expose Kenny’s backside. Kenny beckoned Michael with his eyes. Michael almost collapsed with gratitude and kissed him deeply in response to Kenny’s silent affirmative. Michael flipped Kenny over and pulled his hips up. Michael was breathing so heavily and his hands were shaking as he positioned his cock to Kenny’s opening. Michael slowly probed and pushed into Kenny’s ass as gently as possible. Michael probed farther and was granted entrance into Kenny’s depths of pleasure. Michael had never been as sexually and emotionally engaged as he was in that moment with Kenny. Michael’s hands roamed over Kenny’s torso for several minutes. Michael then focused his hands on Kenny’s nipples for a few minutes as he gently pumped into Kenny’s bottom. Kenny’s dick was hard and throbbing as it bounced around from Michael’s thrusts. Kenny moaned in pleasure and whispered, “I love you Michael.”

    Michael heard the endearment and responded sexually because he could form no appropriate words at that moment. Michael kissed Kenny’s neck and back drove down harder into him with his throbbing cock simultaneously Michael turned Kenny’s head so he could kiss Kenny deeply. Kenny instinctively knew that Michael was claiming him. This was forever love.

    Michael pumped into Kenny intensely for several minutes before grabbing Kenny’s dick and stroking him vigorously. Kenny’s body seized up as he came. Michael continued to pump into Kenny and exploded into him with feeling and emotion, the outcome dramatic and intense.

    Michael collapsed onto Kenny and breathed against Kenny’s neck, “I love you too, babe.”

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  • My Dad Best Friend

    Sam was my Father best friend who comes over for dinner around once every 3 weeks or more. Him and my Dad work together for well over 20 years at the City Hall in the archives department. I was alway turn on Sam as he was very good looking for someone over Fiffty as he stood well over 6 feet tall. My oldest sister always thought that Sam was either Gay or Bi Sexual because he could never keep a relationship together and always love hanging out with much younger men. 

    It was well after dinner that Sam came into my Bedroom to fix the issue that I was having on my new Apple Computer that I have just bought. I then thought it will be a good time to make the first move on him by stroking and rubbing my hand up and down his nice hairy legs. He always were these very sexy dress shorts every time he go out to meet people or to be with his close friends. He really got off by the look in his eyes with every stroke from my hands. This went on for well over for 10 minutes before my Dad shouted at me to come down the stairs to show him how to use the new TV converter.

    My best ways to describe Sam is that he could be the twin of Actor Ed Harris back in his early film days. The dinner was great that night when my father had ask me if I was interested in going with Sam to Boston to watch a Bruins Hockey game on Saturday night. I was so thrill along with my parents who were finally getting the house all to themselves for once.

    We check into the Hotel around 3 blocks were the arena was shortly after 3 pm, The room was like on the 15 floor over looking the city of Boston. The time was just after 5 pm before we head on out the door  looking for a pub to have some dinner. The game was wild and loud as Boston beat the team from Toronto once again. Along with a few good fights and hard hits.

    My watch was showing close to midnight before we made it back to our Hotel room. The washroom door was slightly open as I watch Sam change into pyjamas bottoms before he hits the bed. My cock became real hard as I can see the out line of his cock coming from his pyjamas as he slowly made it over to me.

    He pull the covers off our kingsize bed as he got on top of me and began to kiss me deeply as I felt his tongue slid into my mouth. I was so scared when he ask me if he could make love to me before I told him that I was still a virgin. ” I understand Marc ” Came from his deep voice. Sam then got up and head into the bathroom to get some KY lube for my Virgin ass.

    I was flat on the bed as he started to pour some of the lube over his nice 7 inch dick. He slowly pull my legs over his hairy shoulders and began to enter me real slow, I gasp a few times until he wall all the way inside me. It took a good 10 minutes of pounding me as his Great White Blue eyes roll back into his head. ” OH FUCK MARC ” As he moan much louder with sexual pleasure and tension as his whole hairy body was sweating like rain buckets. I hung onto his neck very tight when he was about to shoot his load off. ” FUCK MARC HE SCREAM  ” as his whole body started shook and vibrate as my ass was filling up with his hot juicy load of cum.

    We were both totally exhausted by the fuck, And I was so proud of not being a Virgin anymore at the age of 21.I look down a notice that his cock had lots of cum and ass juice still left on it.This really turn me on so much that I decided to go down on him to lick the rest of his cum all up. ” FUCK MARC WANT ARE YOU DOING DUDE ” He shouted as he felt my lips rap around his semi hard cock. It only took a short time until his cock was sliding in and out of my throat as his pre cum started to pour out of him. He once again hit a massive orgasm this time right in my mouth were he shot 2 loads off just seconds apart.

    It was well after 2 am now we finally got up from the bed as I headed over to the table over by the window to grab some Coke so I can wash all of Sam sweet,salty load of his cum down. The rest of the weekend turn out to be a real fuck fest for both of us on which we both fuck and suck each other off several times.

    I finally made it back home around  supper time on Monday evening , Mom and Dad were waiting and dying to hear all about the long weekend with Sam. It was around 2 days that Sam and John went out for lunch and spoke about the weekend that he spent with his son. John was so curious before he ask him if there was any sexual contact. Sam was shock by the comment and would avoid John for well over the next few weeks. It was at lunch one day that John came out to Sam that he was Bi curious and would like have a sexual experiment with him.

     The waiter just brought over the Bill to Sam before they both head on back to work finished of their day.  Sam was pretty straight forward by telling John that he was not ready to have sex with him anytime soon while he meant with  Sam along for a meeting next day.

    PART TWO TO FOLLOW

  • Teaching

    Gay, straight and in between, we’ve all had a crush on someone older. A Coach, A Neighbor or A Teacher.

    Mine was Mr. B., the Junior High Math Teacher in our smalltown school.

    I kid you not the man was gorgeous. The classic tall dark and handsome. Mr. B. had curly black hair, brown eyes, wide shoulders, narrow waist yadda yadda. He stood about six-two. He had a long square jaw with one of those round dimples in his chin. By noon his beard shadow was in full force. He was a runner, so his body was always long and lean. He was the youngest male teacher at our school, about 24 or 25. Mrs. B was a teacher too. She was young and pretty. The perfect wife for Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome.

    Mr. B. must have thought I was the most attentive male student in his class, because I seldom took my eyes off him. I say male student, because all the girls just mooned over him all of the time. It must have puzzled him, that my math grades were so poor. What can I say, Math and I are incompatible. Of course in Junior High I wasn’t sure what these strange feelings were. Guys don’t get crushes on Guys, right?

    I remember watching those full lips as he expounded on concepts that I had no chance of understanding. Watching the way his sleeves rode up to expose the heavy black hair on his arm. Wishing he’d put those arms around me and hold me. Or staring at the little black curl of hair escaping from his white tee shirt, when he loosened his tie and collar on hot day.

    I remember inhaling the smell of his cologne, when he leaned over my shoulder to check my work. When he would squat down to show me a calculation, and his handsome face was close enough to touch. The way his pants would stretch across his butt, when he squatted to help someone else.

    In High School I still saw alot of Mr. B.. Our Junior and High Schools were in the same building.

    I even got to see him naked a couple of times. Our school gave poorer kids an oppurtunity to work for their lunches. My job was to wash and dry the towels for the boys locker room. Mr. B. would sometimes go work out with the weight machines if he had a free period. He’d come back and shower in the boy’s lockerroom. I don’t think he realized I was there the first time. I heard the shower running as I went to stack towels. I peeked in, and there was Mr. B.. He was covered in black hair from neck to toe. His dick wasn’t all that big, but he had the most impressive low hanging nuts. I must have taken a mental photograph of him because to this day I even remember he had a semi heart shaped birthmark on his left butt cheek, that looked like it was sliding into his crack.

    Fast forward several years.

    It was a busy Friday night at the bar where I worked as a stripper. I was getting ready for my second set of the night when the other guys started buzzing about some hot older guy. Curious I peeked out the door. David pointed him out to me. He sure struck me as familar, but I couldn’t quite place him. Then he turned his head at a certain angle, and recognition sparked. OH..MY.. God! Guess who it was? Yeah that’s right Mr. B.. At first I was in a panic, I was going to be stripping in about 5 minutes in front of my Junior High Teacher! Then I calmed down. So what!  Like he was going to squeal on me.  He had more to lose than me.

    I hissed at Flo, our bartender in the show bar. I pointed out Mr. B. and told him/ her, ( Flo always tended bar in drag!) to send over a bottle of the good champagne. Told her to tell him it was from an anonymous admirer. Mr. B. looked really surprised, and began looking around for the sender. Of course every guy was trying to catch his eye, so that didn’t get him anywhere.

    Then it was my turn on stage. Whether it was fate or what, I had put on my football uniform costume. The helmet pretty much covered up my face. The whole idea was for the customers to focus on my body with this get up. I had it rigged so I ended up in a jockstrap, cleats, shoulder pads and the helmet. Just a piece of jock meat writhing around, in a sheen of sweat.

    I could see that Mr. B. never took his eyes off me. As I danced across the bar collecting dollars bills, in my jock, I kept track of him. When he held up a buck, I sidled his way and crouched down in front of him, knees wide to either side of his shouolders. He kind of self conciously tucked the bill in my jock. I leaned over close as the helmet would allow, looking into his eyes. ” Thanks Mr. B.”

    Such a parade of expressions, marched across his face! Surprise, He knows my name! Confusion , How does he know my name? Consternation, Shit, he knows who I am! Fear, God what if he tells someone he saw me here!’

    I pulled the helmet off and grinned at him. I could tell he didn’t recognize me at first. Hell, I can’t blame him. I looked a hell of a lot diffrent than that runty junoir high kid.

    Then I saw the spark of recognition flash. ‘ Rusty? My God is that you? I thought you were in Art School!’ Then the look of consternation was back. ‘ Look Rusty, you can’t tell anyone I was here, I could lose my job!’

    I patted him on the shoulder, still crouched there in nothing but pads and a jock. ‘ Relax, Mr. B., I’m not going to tell anyone, besides’ I indicated my attire and the bar, ‘ Who’d believe me anyway?’ I could see he was still rattled. ‘ Look, Mr. B. wait til after my set and we’ll talk! I got to get back to work here!’

    With that, I finished up my set, ducked into the dressing room, through on my street gear and went back out to find him. At first I didn’t see him, and figured he’d bolted. Then Flo caught my eye and nodded towards one of the back booths. There Mr. B. huddled looking kind of lost and nervous.

    He started to jump up when I slid into the booth. I waved him down and leaned forward on my elbows. ‘ So, what’s a nice Junior High Math teacher like you doing in a place like this?’ I quipped. Okay, maybe it was lame, but seeing him was a bit of a shock. ‘ I was wondering the same thing, about you! Why are you taking your clothes off in a gay bar? I heard you were in Art School!’ I shrugged, ‘ I am in Art School, it’s expensive, I gotta eat, pay rent, and the money from this job is real good!’

    ‘ But stripping? Surely you can find other ways to earn money!’ I stretched, watching the way he eyed my body, probably remembering seeing it in just a jock. ‘ Why? Money’s good, it’s fun, it makes me feel good about my body, and I like it!’

    ‘ But what do your parents think about this’ I shrugged, ‘ Never told them, but it’s my life and if they can’t deal, well, such is life!’

    I paused a moment. ‘ I’m damn good at it! You didn’t seem to mind sticking your fingers down my jock to tip me!’ Now, he looked embarrassed, ‘ That was before I knew who you were, that you were one of my students’

    ‘ Look, I’m not your student anymore, I’m a grown man, as you saw for yourself. And everyone of these guys was someone’s student once, so calm down, relax and let’s talk. So, what are you doing in a gay bar anyway, if it’s allright for me to ask? Last I knew you were a married school teacher.’

    He considered a moment, then looked at me shyly. ‘ I’ve always been gay, just couldn’t admit it to myself. I got married to prove I wasn’t, but couldn’t go on forcing myself to have sex with my wife. She finally got tired of it and left me for antoher guy. That’s when I admitted to my self that I liked men, and that’s why I’m here, to learn about being gay.’

    That rocked me back a little. He was like an almost forty year old virgin! ‘ You mean you’ve never had sex with a guy? How do you know you’re gay, then?’

    ‘ I didn’t say I’d never had sex with a guy, just a couple of times, and well, I just know I’d rather be with a man, than a woman.’

    He paused a bit. ‘ But what about your drawing? How are you doing in art school?’ I smiled, ‘ Unlike Math, I’m at the top of my class!’ ‘ That’s good to hear…… Um, I’d sure like to see some of your work sometime.’

    Oh it was too hard to pass up, I waggled my eyebrows, and tried my best lavicious smirk. ‘ Why Mr. B. I’d love to show you my…..Etchings!’

    His face blanked for a moment, then he chuckled. ‘ You’ve become a real smartass, Rusty, It’s hard to reconcile you with that shy kid I knew!’

    ‘ So,’ I said casually, ‘ How about tonight after I get done?’

    I put my hand over his. He almost jerked it away, but then left it there. ‘ Are you hitting on me Rusty?’

    ‘ Yeah, Guess I am, but no pressure. If you want to come to my place and just see my portfolio, that’s fine.’

    He considered a moment, ‘ It doesn’t seem appropriate somehow, but I really would like to see your work. Just no messing around okay? I’m just not comfortable with that!’

    ‘ Okay, I get done here at midnite, I’ll see you when I finish.’

    I paused, ‘ Unless you feel like tipping me again!’ Then with a laugh I was off to get ready for my last set.

    I was disappointed that he stayed in the booth, but I could understand him staying away. When I’d finished, changed and checked out, I went to find him. I could see he was having second thoughts, but I knew if I let him get away, I’d miss one incredible chance to lure him into my arms. I was going to wear him down if at all possible. God, how I still wanted this man.

    He had walked to the bar form his hotel, so I didn’t have to have him follow me home. We climbed into my battered pickup and headed to my studio loft.

    He was very impressed by the loft. It was pretty big. Hey, stripping is good money, and I needed space for my work. He wandered about the room looking at the projects I was working on. I went and dug out my portfolio and sat him down at the table to pour through it.

    I was mixing drinks, when I heard him gasp. I looked up to see him looking at me with the strangest face. ‘ This is me! Is’nt it?’

    I wandered over and looked over his shoulder. Shit, I’d forgotten that was in there. It was a print of a painting I’d done using a picture of Mr. B.’s face and my memory of his naked body.

    ‘ I leaned over so my chest was touching his shoulder, deciding to brazen it out. ‘ Yep, that suppossed to be you allright!’

    ‘ But’ he sputtered,’ How do you know what I look like naked?< I never posed for this, You’ve even got my birthmark on my ass!’

    I shrugged, ‘ Saw you in the boys shower one time, and always remembered what you looked like. Had a crush on you, Mr. B. and never forgot the sight of you in that shower!’

    I leaned into him some more and flipped the portfolio shut, taking a deep sniff as I did. ‘ Same cologne, God I love that smell!’ I slid my hand up his arm and cupped his face with it. ‘ I want to make love to you Mr. B., I’ve wanted to for as long as I’ve known you!’

    ‘ But it’s not right Rusty, I was your teacher!’

    ‘ Mr. B., if you didn’t want the same thing on some level, you’d have never come here with me!’

    I lowered my face close to his, and brushed my lips across his. He started to pull away, but I held his face tight. ‘ Relax Mr. B., I’m not your student anymore, I’m an adult making my own decision.’

    He leaned his head back against my chest. ‘ Damn, you are definitely not the shy kid I knew!’

    He looked up at me as I ran my fingers through his silvering curls. ‘ I’m not very good at this! ‘ I laughed softly, ‘ I am!, just relax and come to bed with me!’

    I took his hand and pulled him up into my arms. He was still taller than I was by two inches, but right now I was in control. I gave him and long hug, then loosed him to take his hand and lead him into my bed space.

    I stood him next to the bed and started unbuttoning his shirt. I pulled it out of his jeans and pulled it down over his shoulders. With his arms trapped in the cloth I leaned in to run my tongue along his throat.

    He was shaking slightly. I ran my tongue down to the base of his throat to swirl it through that black curl that had so tantalized me. Still holding his arms captive, I worked my way through the mat on his chest til I found his brown nipple. I licked and worried it for awhile.

    ‘ That feel’s so good!’ he said. ‘ Noone’s ever done that before!’ I smiled into his chest hair and worked my way over to his other nipple.

    I glanced up, his head was back, his eyes were closed, giving himself over to the feeling of my mouth on his nipple. As I worked my way down his belly, I pulled his shirt off the rest of the way, let it drop.

    When I reached his belly button I began working the buckle of his belt, popped his button and worked down his fly. I licked lower on his belly until my tongue reached the waistband of his whities.

    I gently tugged his pants down until his cotton covered cock popped out. I tongued the head through the cloth, tasting the salt of precum that had seeped through.

    His hands came to work at my shirt buttons, but I nudged them away. I wanted him naked first.

    I lifted his leg to pull off one loafer, one sock, then lifted the other to do the same. I pulled his pants all the way down, and lifting each leg, tossed them across the room.

    I knelt back and looked at him, standing there, braced against the bed in nothing but a pair of white jockeys. His cock made a nice sized tent in the cotton. His eyes were closed again, his breathing heavier, his belly and chest moving with each breath. His eyes came open, when I hooked my fingers in the waist band. I looked into his eyes as I slid them off his hips, freeing about five or six inches of slim fat headed dick, that bobbed up and down before me.

    Standing I gave him a little push so he sprawled across the bed. I let my eyes drink in his hairy naked bod as I slowly slipped out of my clothes.

    Kneeling I pulled his body to the edge of the bed, legs on either side of me. I ran my hands up his furry thighs, until my thumbs rested just under his long hanging balls.

    I massaged the tendons there while I leand forward to take his dick in my mouth. He tasted of salt, and smelled of the cologne I loved so much.

    As I worked my mouth on his dick he began to squirm. I held him in place and kept sucking. When he was good and worked up, I let his dick slide, and began licking his balls. I worked my arms under and around his legs. He stiffened when I began to push his legs up on my shoulders.

    ‘ What are you doing?’

    ‘ Just relax, Mr. B., Go with it, if you don’t like something, I’ll stop.’

    He looked worried for a moment, then closed his eyes and laid back. I lathered his balls with spit for a bit, then buried my nose under them, to lick at his taint, slowly pushing his legs higher. When his ass was raised off the bed, I gave him one long swipe from tailbone to balls.

    He almost shot right off the bed, but I held him in place.

    ‘ God, are you licking my asshole?’

    For answer, I took a couple more swipes. ‘ Oh my God, I can’t believe you’re doing that! I feel like I should be disgusted, but….. Damn that feels so hot!’

    I was tickled, close to forty and Mr. B. had never been rimmed?

    I set to licking and tonguing with a vengeance. I’d make sure he never forgot this rim job. By now his ass hairs were sopping wet, and I centered in on his hole, trying to force my tongue inside him. His ass was trying to buck up to meet my tongue.

    ‘ Oh I’ve never felt anything like that! God Rusty, it feels so good. It makes me want something, I don’t know, something bigger!’

    I knew what he wanted, even if he didn’t. At least I knew what I wanted!

    My seven inch uncut dick was aching to be buried inside him.

    But somehow I knew he’d never taken a dick up his hole before. Don’t ask me how, just a feeling. I needed to go slow.

    I began to stand up and lean over him, pressing his legs back and his ass higher. I leaned on to his chest and gently kissed his lips, my dick sliding against his wet hairy ass crack.

      ‘ Mr. B., I want to be inside you, but I need you to want it too.’

    A look of concern crossed his face. ‘ I don’t know Rusty, I’ve never been fucked, I don’t know if I can take it.’ ‘ But, God I want to try!’

    I smiled and kissed him again. I let his legs back down. This was the awkward part, getting a condom and putting it on. Mr. B. was watching me slide it on my fat dick and was looking a bit worried. I was afraid he was going to change his mind. I knelt back between his legs and sucked on his dick some more to get him worked back up.

    Once again I got my shoulders under his legs again and lifted his ass to my mouth. I got him good and wet, managing to get a handful of spit on my cock as well.

    I fumbled for the lube I’d taken with me, and really got my dick slick.

    Then I pushed his legs back, and laid my dick in his crack. I slowly slid it back and forth across his hole.

    Mr. B.’s head was back and I could feel he was tense. ‘ You gotta relax, Mr. B. or it’s not going to work. When I start to push in, you got to push out. It sounds crude, but kind of like pushing out a dump. It’ll probably hurt, if it hurts too much, tell me and I’ll ease off. Once you get used to me being in there, it’ll be easier. Remember, I’ll stop any time you want me to!’

    Mr. B. squinched his eyes shut, nodded and took a deep breath, then another. I laid the tip of my dick against his quivering pucker.

    ‘ Deep breath now, and push!’ Mr. B.’s eyes popped open as my cock started pushing into his hole. He groaned and I stopped. ‘ No Rusty, keep going, I want to feel you inside me!

    ‘ ‘ WE will, but there’s no need to rush. Take it easy, deep breaths, let your ass adjust.’

    Eventually I worked my way in to my balls.

    Mr. B. was trembling. I held myself still and let him adjust.

    ‘ God, it feels like someone stuck a log inside me! I feel like I’m going to split open!’

    As for me, the whole feeling of having my dick buried inside Mr. B. was almost enough to make me shoot my load right then. I was taking deep breaths trying to keep control, but the heat of his guts was undoing me. I just wanted to rip into him and pound him till he screamed. But I didn’t want to hurt him so I kept still.

    Then I felt him squirm under me, moving his ass around as if to feel my dick move around inside him.

    I let out a shuddering sigh and began to edge back out. I must have hit his gland, because suddenly his eyes snapped open, and I swear he squeaked.

    ‘ Oh my God, what the hell, that felt so good!’

    As I continued to edge back, my dick kept sliding over that spot and Mr. B. was quivering, eyes wide, his hands digging into my arms. I pulled about halfway out and pushed slowly back in again. He closed his eyes and moaned.

    Soon I was pumping long slow strokes in and out of him. His butt was raising to meet my thrusts and his head was twisting back and forth. I could hear him moaning ‘ Fuck me Rusty, Fuck me.’ almost under his breath.

    Suddenly he went stiff, his eyes wild, his legs jerking against my chest. I watched his dick jump, then pump strings of cum into the air.

    A couple more strokes, and I let out a yell, and rammed my cock in as deep as I could as I felt my load shoot out.

    We lay panting sweat soaked, I pulled out of him and scooted us, up to lie on the bed. I wrapped my arms around him pulling him in close.

    I nuzzled into his neck, feeling his pulse throb then slow.

    After a moment, he sighed and started to pull away.

    I clenched my arms around him. ‘ What’s wrong?’

    ‘ I suppose I should go, Rusty.’

    ‘ I don’t want you to go David, I wish you’d stay!’

    ‘ You called me David, instead of Mr. B., why the change?’

    ‘ I was the Teacher this time, and your homework assignment is to stay here with me tonight!’ I laughed and rolled over to pin him down.

    ‘ Besides, there’s going to be a pop quiz in the morning!’ ‘ A pop quiz?’ David laughed, ‘ What kind of quiz?’

    ‘ Why I think I’ll let you pop me and see how well you learned your lesson!’

  • The Gothic Castle

      It was a very foggy night driving late one evening about 40 miles west of the London were John just fall asleep at the wheel and crash his car into the ditch. He was pass out as woke up in a huge bedroom in someone house scared to death on were he was. His eyes open up as he saw this beautiful dark hair man at the side of the bed cleaning up the scrapes and cuts that were all over his arm. ” Hello there my name is Doctor Ken and you are here at my mansion from your car accident last night” I am wondering if you remember what happen  ? Sorry Doc all that I remember was going off the road as I went around the curve.

    Doctor Ken explain to him that the car rental company came with the tow truck to take back to one of their garages. John was in England on a holiday from his work for the next 4 months or more. He had just turn 30 and was a corporate Lawyer in New York over the last 3 years. Doctor Ken left his side so he can rest some more from the crash last night. 

    It took a good 36 hours until John was up walking in the upstairs of the house as the Maids and the Butler keep a good eye on him while Doctor Ken was working at the Hospital. The time was around  7 pm that Doctor Ken came home from the hospital and found John sitting in the library reading a book on vampires and other Gothic novels. ” Hey Doc thank you some much for all of your hospitality over the last 5 days ”  Doctor Ken began to give a huge smile before he told him that he can stay there until he fully recovers from the accident.

    Over the next few days the both of them became close to one another as they open up about to one another on just about on everything you can think of. John and Doctor ken just finished supper before John was still not feeling so will and went back up to his room for the night. The Old Grandfather clock rang 11 times as John wakes up on a massaged table in the dungeon of the mansion. The room was like 400 square feet with flame lanterns burning  on the dark black concrete walls.

    John was a little shock and scare that he only had a light bed sheet covering his 5’9 body as a strong order came into the room. John was very well in shape he weigh just over 140 with nice biceps and a washboard apps to die for. The only issue he has that he was a bit of a Pretty Boy.

    ” Hi Doc” As Ken began slowly walking over to him wearing some form of a dark black, gothic robe. He began to push a small button underneath the table that made John naked body into some form of a sexual position for fucking. He slowly began taking his robe off has he stood right in front of John motionless body. Ken had a firemen body has he stood well over 6 feet weigh a solid 190 with a nice bristle trim moustache along with a very dark hairy chest. He properly  looks very much like the 70’s actor Burt Renyolds. 

    John was so amazed by it all that he order Doctor Ken to fuck him. Ken had a darkish blue wolf eyes to die for as he began to roll his foreskin back on his cock. It only took a few seconds that Ken took a huge riff of poppers as his hard cock started to enter John hole. ” John scream with some pain before ken pass the bottle to him.

    Ken hard cock was sliding in and out of John’s tight hole easy as the gothic music that was playing got much louder after every hard stroke coming from his cock. The room got much dark as both of them were into some kind of a sexual trace before Doctor Ken withdrew his dick quickly from John ass.

     Now there were around 5 other men in the room now take turns at fucking John ass while Ken just stood there jerking and sucking off everyone around him. John was so confuse by it all he thought that he was in some kind of Horror movie that was on TV.  Then a very tall man came over in front of John cum filled ass. He was well over 6 “5 and build like a Flanker in Rugby his cock was a good 10 inches long. 

    ” Fuck me Sir “

    ” Fuck me Sir “

    You can  here the scream now coming from John as this man dick was going inside his ass.

    ” Oh Fuck it feels good “

    ” Fuck me like a man Sir’

    He started to get more aggressive as he began to pound the shit out of John hole. This went on for a good ten minutes until he shot his load of cum all up John’s ass. He did not have any reaction at all while he was orgasming in John ass.

    Now it was Doctor Ken turn once again to do some more fucking. This time he pour some kind of heated massaged oil over both of their sweaty bodies now. He guided his cock much faster  into John ass this time and began to fuck him once again.

    ” Give it to me Sir “

    ” Give it to me Sir ‘

    ” Yea John “

    ” You like my dick “

    ” Yes Sir Love your Cock “

    ” Make me cum now “

    ” Fuck my cock “

    ” Make me cum now “

    ” Yes sir I will make you shoot “

    ” Fuck my dick Fuck my dick “

    ” I will Sir “

    ” I will Sir “

    This kept going on for well over 20 minutes as both of their bodies were completely exhausted from ken hard deep strokes. 

    ” I am getting close now “

    ” I am getting fucking close now ‘

    ” Give me you load  Sir “

    Ken eyes turn dark red as he began to howl life a wolf seeing a full moon has he was about to shoot his load off.

    ” Fuck here it is “

    ” Fuck here it comes ‘

    ” OH fuuuuucckk “

    Ken sweaty body flung back and forth, Back and forth while his cock was dumping his load into John’s hole. ” Fuck Sir ”  Ken was so wore out by the fuck he quickly pull out of John ass and began to Howl some more.  You can see the blood coming from Ken mouth and eyes as he was now turning into a Wear Wolf. John quickly got up from the table and ran back up stair to where his room was and made dam sure that the door was lock very tight.

    The next morning Ken greeted John at the door before he left the mansion. John got into the Taxi and smile and wave good bye at Ken who was standing on the steps wearing his dark robe.The time was around 2 pm when John made back to his Flat were he was staying at. He had wild sex dreams about Doctor ken over the next few months.

    The next morning John read in his local papers that the police had to kill a lone wolf on the country side after it attack two people. John thought 100% sure that it was Doctor Ken who he never heard from him at all after they meet.  It was very close time for John to catch his plane back to New York when he thought he saw Doctor Ken outside of his bedroom window late one night during a Full moon.

  • Hot Twinks Have First Gay Sex at Outdoor Movie Theater

    Chase Shares the Story with You the Readers:

    Stefan and I graduated from the same high school with over 5,000 students a year ago. We met for the first time two months ago after being hired as delivery guys for the largest local building supply company. We work 8 hour days Tuesday through Saturday. While delivering building supplies, we have had lots of time to chat that has developed a tight friendship as we have shared many secrets.

    We discovered we had lots in common. We were both “C” students in high school with no interest in going to college. We both are country boys who love to fish, hunt big animals, camping and have had no experience with women sexually. In fact, we were both horny gay guys that were virgins at the time we went to the movies together on that Saturday evening. Our sexual experiences were limited to daily masturbation with raging hormones and libidos.

    Our physical features are very different. I’m Scottish; stand 5-feet and 11-inches; red hair and hazel eyes; weigh 165 pounds; red fuzz on my chest, stomach, crotch and legs. I played first base on our high school baseball team. I’ve got a big round 7-inch cut cock with low hanging balls.

    Stefan on the other hand is of Scandinavian ancestry; stands 6-feet and 2-inches; weighs a muscled hard 190 pounds; blonde hair and dark blue ocean like eyes; very light complexion and almost a hairless body except for his underarms and crotch that features blonde fuzz; and has a gorgeous face and smile. He lettered on our high school rugby team that has produced the most sexy hard muscled legs and thighs. I had learned that he has a very big 8’5-inch cock with a huge cock shaft.

    Since our high school had two separate campuses, we had never met until two months ago when we went to work for this company. Although we had shared many secrets prior to the movie last Saturday night, we’d never revealed that we were gay although we had dropped some hints. I have known that I was gay since puberty and I had lusted after Stefan ever since we had met. I was so excited when Stefan invited me to go to the xxx adult movie on that Saturday. I often masturbated fantasying that we were giving each other head and that he fucked my ass. I knew that I wanted to be a bottom and become his bitch.

    We got our popcorn and drinks and settled into my van to began watching the xxx movie. WOW, the first scene was a three-way with two guys and one woman who looked like she was never satisfied as an obvious lady of the night. At one point, the over sexed woman suggested that one of the guys suck the other guy’s monstrous sized cock. As the stud took the other guy’s huge cock all the way down his throat to the cock’s base and began to suck like a wild animal, Stefan and I became rock hard with big tents in our summer cut off shorts. Then my dream came true when Stefan removed his tennis shoes and reached his sock covered foot over on the driver’s side (we were in my van and I was on the driver’s side) and he began to use his sexy foot to rub up and down my right leg all the way up to my thigh. Holy shit, my cock began to stiffen even more as I knew Stefan was coming on to me. Yea, he two must be gay. It was not long before I began to drip sticky pre-cum inside my briefs. Man I was on fire with lust and the wet feel of that pre-cum.

    Stefan glared into my eyes and showed the sexiest shitty grin. Fuck, he began to slowly unzip his summer cut offs and hell he took out his now rock hard monstrous dick and said: ” Chase, buddy, I’m hornier than a female dog in heat. That movie scene of that hot guy sucking his buddies’ cock has me crazy to get a blow job. Can you help me out?”

    In a rage of pure lust and feeling shivers all over my body, I unzipped my cut offs and pulled out my shinny steel hard cock dripping pre-cum and said: “Hey buddy, lets jerk off each other. Here take my cock in your hand and give me your big cock to jerk.”

    Fortunately I had tented black windows in my van so the other movie goers could probably not see what was happening and if we were careful not to moan and grunt to loud, we would not get caught. But the idea of getting caught had me even hornier. Public sex was so exciting.

    When I took hold of the most sexy and beautiful cock on the planet and the first cock I’d ever touched except my own, I became delirious with the strongest sex drive of my young life.

    Stefan took my cock in his sweaty hand and we both were shivering with our testosterone levels now off the chart. The feel of his hard cock in my sweaty hand and his hand tight around my cock had me seeing stars. My very first man sex was off to a great lustful feel. Soon we both were perspiring profusely as sweat began to run down our faces as well as our bodies. Our tank tops were soon soaked with big wet spots under our arms. The smell of another man was so awesome. We were then beyond caring what anyone else thought. We had to have each other right then.

    As we began to lube each other’s cock with our saliva until our cocks were soaked with the spit and the oozing pre-cum, we began to move our slick hands rapidly up and down the thick veiny engorged dicks. Soon we were moaning as our breathing became rapid. The sexual pleasure was heightened by Stefan taking his sexy foot and sliding it across my hot foot while he continued to jerk my cock. I’d by then taken off my shoes.

    I managed to utter through all the pleasure: “Stefan, Baby, OH BABY, Oh Fuck yea, your foot feels so fucking hot running across my foot and up and down my leg. Your hand feels so great masturbating my hard dick. Shit yea, I now feel your foot rubbing hard on my cock. Yea Baby, I’m about to bust a nut. Man you have me so horny.”

    “Chase, you are so fucking hot and man this first gay sex has my hormones raging with lust for you. Jerk my cock faster. Yea, that is it. Oh Baby, I need yuo to suck my cock and I want to fuck that hot bubble ass of yours.”

    Once lust had become our master, I removed Stefan’s hand from my cock and his foot off my foot. I moved over and came down on his huge throbbing tool with my lips and began to kiss his very steamy fresh meat. I slid my hot tongue up and down the under side of his big cock shaft. Stefan began to thrust his hips forward to meet my eager mouth on his cock. Then for the first time in my life, I slowly swallowed my first cock by taking his stiff rod inch by inch until I was deep throating that missile. I started sucking his dick to taste my first pre-cum from a guy. I’d tasted my own cum several times after an orgasm but his pre-cum tasted different than my own.

    Stefan became so excited about getting his first blowjob that he pushed my face off his cock so he could pull his cut off shorts and briefs down and off. He grabbed the back of my head and shoved my face back down on his naked body and crotch.

    I then resumed licking up and down both sides of that blood filled cock and sucking on that piss slit drawing out more of his cum juices. After having Stefan in total bliss, I again began to take his pride and joy deep into my throat. He went wild bucking his hips up and down to aid me in swallowing his entire cock. I swallowed that remarkable potential baby maker organ over and over. And Yea, fuck, the smell of his crotch and even his feet had me so in pure lust to take his seed deep in my throat. I wanted him to release that load in my mouth.

    Soon Stefan begged me: “OH BABY, Ohhhhhhh, YEEEEEAAAAAA, OH FUCKKKKKKKK, OH SHIT, please devour my cock, Mmmmmmmm, Ahhhhhhhhhhh, Fuck Yea, Fuck Yea, OH FUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKK, I’m going to come. Yea fuck here it comes.”

    At that moment, I felt a huge blast of hot thick ropey sticky semen fill the back of my throat. The first shot was followed by at least five more bursts of warm cum as I swallowed as much as I could but the huge load so filled my mouth that at least half of the seed ran out of my mouth, down my chin and onto Stefan’s still rock hard cock.

    When Stefan’s cock became soft, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and I grabbed the back of his head and thrust my tongue into his mouth as I serviced him with a gob of his own man seed. Then I went down on his cock and licked and sucked it clean of the reaming cum.

    At that point my stiff cock was aching, twitching, throbbing and the veins in my cock shaft were bulging from all that blood that had rushed into my cock. Stefan saw my plight and as a super friend said: “Chase Baby, you need to get your nuts off. Man your cock looks as if it is about to explode. I want to try my first blowjob and repay you for that awesome blowjob you gave me. That was the best orgasm of my life. Man it felt so great. And yea, I want you to come in my mouth so I can taste and compare our seed.”

    We got in the back seat of my van where there was more room. Stefan took charge, pulled off my cut offs and briefs until I was stark naked. He had me lie down my naked body across the seat on my back. He pulled my sweaty legs far apart; he got between my legs and came down on my stone hard cock. He clamped his lips tight around my throbbing cock head and began to suck a growing supply of pre-cum into his wet hot mouth. He took one of his hands and began to fondle my red-hot balls.

    He started his first blowjob on a man by following what I had done to his huge manhood. He used his lips and tongue to suck hard on my fresh meat. His incredible sucking abilities and all the sex we had already had caused me to not last more than a couple of minutes. I felt my cock head swell in his throat, my balls moved up hard against his chin and soon I blasted my largest load ever deep in his throat. He had made the climax even stronger as he used a finger up my ass as I began to come. I heard Stefan gag from the massive load. I always had a huge load when I masturbated but this was turning out to be my biggest load ever. Man, I’d never felt anything more arousing and pleasurable than this blowjob and orgasm.

    Then I got the best surprise as I felt Stefan’s cock become hard again. Shit, this young stud was ready to go again—the wonders of youth and their libidos. Without allowing me to move, he got down and began giving me the most awesome rimming. I felt his tongue driving into my ass entrance over and over. I could hear his sloppy sucking and I felt his tongue washing my ass with his tongue. I began to thrust my hips up to meet his tongue. I craved his cock inside me. I was becoming his bitch. I wanted him to fuck the hell out of my now puckering ass.

    Soon I begged: “OH FUCK BABY, fuck my ass. Give me that huge cock. Drill my ass and come inside me. I want to be your bitch.”

    That set Stefan in motion. I felt his big cock began to part my ass ring and with one big thrust he drove his entire 8.5 inches all the way into my ass. He began to fuck me faster and faster. It hurt but at the same time it felt so wonderful to feel my first cock in my ass. I thrust up to meet his cock inside me. He fucked me wildly for at least five minutes when I felt his cock throb and the cock head swell, his breath became rapid and he gave one more hard thrust as I felt his wet seed began to fill my ass. The feel of his cock and the wet semen had me seeing stars. Man I’d never had such an awesome feel. My cock actually became semi-hard again. Finally Stefan pulled out his cum covered cock and thrust it down my throat as I enjoyed the remaining cum from my now fuck buddy. I was in love with Stefan.

    We got dressed as the movie was ending. As I began to drive out of the parking lot, several cars blew their horns at us and some gave us the thumbs up. Shit, I guess we had become loud during the sex giving away our hot fucking scene. It was obvious that we had put on our own x rated movie for some of the movie goers. Hell, we had given them a bonus scene for the same admission price.

    As Stefan grabbed my hot thigh, he said: “Baby, this was the best night of my life. I’m even more excited that we got caught and some of the movie goers enjoyed our show. I feel like one of those famous porno stars. I bet we turned on some of the guys that were here together. Did you see how many young studs were here tonight without a woman. I bet some of them are as fucking gay as us. Do you think some of these hot dudes will go home and fuck the hell out of their partner. Man I I’m horny just thinking about them fucking back at their apartment. Did you see all those cars with two dudes and no gals? Man I’m horny just thinking of what we may have started

    tonight.”

    “Me too Stefan. Won’t to go over to my apartment and spend the night?”

    “Shit yea, what do you have in mind Chase?”

    “Well lets go and just see what happens. Man you seem to be constantly hard and never without a big supply of man semen.”

  • To have and to hold

    End of previous part –

    Ren rested his forehead to Micah’s, smiling the small smile of the relieved and the patient. “That makes two of us then.” He whispered as he leaned of the kiss.

    The kiss which Micah hardly registered staring wide eyed at his best friend. His best friend whom he loved with everything he had. Whom he had been prepared to give up to keep safe.

    When Ren lifted his head again he saw but one thing in those intense chocolate eyes… 

    **************

    I saw hunger.

    Raw. Powerful. Hunger.

    I saw a man in need. A man pushed beyond his own limits of strength. A man still standing as the walls fell around him and he confessed he loved me.

    In love with me just as I was in love with him…

    … from the first second I laid eyes on this man… I’ve loved him.

    Micah needed to reaffirm his claim on life. Though I wished our first time would be slow and sensuous and not hard and fucking. Seeing the look in his eyes I know it’s going to be neither one of those.

    I let him strip me as hastily as he strips himself; I let him push me down on the floor with my back against the bed. My own hands never leaving him for a second and my lips just as feverish has his. He straddles my hips kissing me as he cradles my head in his hands. His hold is firm yet so very intimate. My head’s resting on the bed as he hunches over me pressing myself against me as much as he can. His skin heated but supple under my fingers, toned muscles moving in rhythm. He isn’t ripped he didn’t need to be; he was absolutely stunning just the way he was.

    The scent I’ve smelled a hundred times before now so intense I’m intoxicated with it. His lips as smooth and passionate as any I’ve ever tasted. His hand enclosed my very hard and very ready erection, I groaned into his mouth as he grinds into me. He breaks the kiss as he strokes me staring into my eyes. I reach up to brush his now wild hair from his face.

    This was affirmation.
    This was not making love.
    This was not fucking.

    It was neither yet it was both.

    It was Micah.
    Micah in my arms and on my lips.
    Micah touching me and holding me.

    Finally after so long, finally after so much longing and restraint… Finally Micah… Il mio cuore…

    >=<

    He’s in our apartment again… I smell him….

    I’ve warned my Mimi about having too many friends…

    I’ve been nice and I’ve been very understanding…

    …very understanding considering…

    …I smell him… and I smell…

    >=<

    I wake to feel Ren’s arms hold me tight. It’s late but I know we haven’t slept long, just dozed off after…

    I burrow my face in Ren’s shoulder and feel his arms tighten around me in responds. We’re stretched out on the bed, completely naked but warm enough pressed together as we are with not a breath of space between us.

    His hand sliding over my skin tells me he’s waking too. They travel down my back to my cheeks caressing them softly. He’s trying to sooth the ache down there… I shiver and Goosebumps raise every hair on my body as I wander through the memory of what just happened…

    He let me take him and ride him like it was the only chance I was ever going to get. I know I was forceful but he had been in no way a passive participant.

    I still feel him…

    I feel him inside me, his hands on my hips gripping me… the motion of this thrusts meeting my own. Not always rhythmic or in sync but still loving every single second of it. His body told me he wanted me and in more ways than one. I felt it is his kisses and saw it in his eyes, the way they sparkled light blue in the dim light of the room. The way he wouldn’t let go of me even for an instant.

    I just wanted him, wanted him so badly I let it take over every sense I had. I know I bit his neck at one point and he whispered Italian I didn’t understand in my ears…

    Though even I know what Ti amo means…

    I shift to level my head to his. He’s gazing at me lazily untangling an arm to brush hair from my eyes. Even now… even now my body is still saying yes to this man.

    Though neither one of us speaks. We’ve said all we needed to say.

    >=<

    Deep chocolate brown eyes gaze back at me and he looks just how I feel… completely content. There is something to be said about holding a warm sleepy naked body against your own. Especially when you are holding said warm sleepy body after a very exhausting activity you both have craved for and have enjoyed in unspoken ways.

    The room is quiet, our breaths are calm and our bodies still. It’s that post coital peace and absolute conviction that you are right where you belong. Until a noise from the living room has Micah in an instant panic. He’s off the bed and by the door bat in had in a flash.

    I locked the door. I’m positive I locked the door. I always lock the door even if I tricked this one open…. I did lock the door didn’t?

    Yes defiantly I locked the door.

    >=<

    I ease into the living room bat at hand. In the darkness hear a stump and a whispered cuss. I know that voice… Relaxing I lower my bat flipping the light switch to see a frozen cop caught in the act of creeping in the dark like some red-handed cartoon character.

    “Mathias? What the frak are you doing here?”

    He doesn’t answer but swiftly raises his gun as I feel the prick of a knife pressing against my neck.

    “Honey… I’m home.”

    >=<

    I slide my hand around his waist and feel him shudder under my touch.
    It thrills me I can still raise such a reaction from him.

    I am the only one that can make him happy. Only me and me alone.

    The others… mere playthings… toys for amusement…

    But Mimi… Mimi is mine… I always kept him pure.

    The green-eared pest is shouting at me.
    I don’t hear a thing… I revile in having him close again.

    … naked…

    Naked and smelling of…

    >=<

    I’m a cop.
    I’m trained to handle a number of situations
    I can incapacitate an assailant within seconds.
    I’ve been trained to handle a gun. I know how to talk down spiralling individuals
    From crazy junkies to enraged and entitled parking ticket reoffenders…

    The second that blade touched my throat; I hear three of the most scariest words I’ve ever heard.

    I’m a cop. I’ve been trained and I’m good at what I do.

    We’re taught how to react, we’re taught how to manage, we’re taught so many things… And I freeze the second I hear Vance’s voice and feel his blade. Ex-lovers can do wicked things so ones control…

    There is only one single thought pulsing through my mind: Rens in the other room.

    I’m repulsed as his fingers touch a place he’s been banned from and coveted by someone else. My stomach churns and I feel violated as he probes my anus. I feel his muscles tense and the knife press harder, I clam up and I grit my teeth as he shoves his finger up inside.

    “You let him touch you!” He shouts in my ear. “YOU LET ME BREED YOU!”

    I’m trying not to squirm as he’s wiggling his finger around feeling Ren’s fill still in me. The blade pressing hard on my throat with each shout in my ear.

    I love Ren. I love him with every single cell of my body. I know we’re both save and tested. Why wouldn’t I want him in the most primal way there is?

    It’s something Vance could never understand or maybe he deluded himself into thinking that if he didn’t go raw with me like he did with just about everyone else, that I was special. Mathias is still trying to get Vance to lower his knife but I think we both know Vance is not about to surrender…

    >=<

    I quickly slip on my shorts and reach for Micah’s robe as I see him flip the light switch. I relax its only Mathias. In a second I am tense again, why the fuck Mathias inside the apartment?

    I hear some whispering just as I’m about to leave the bedroom. Then a thud as the bat falls to the ground and Mathias is shouting. I stop. My hand on the doorknob with my knuckles turning white as I clench it.

    Vance is inside… he’s got a knife… He’s got Micah.

    I physically restrain myself from rushing in. Do I rush in? Do I stay? Which gives us the best advantage… What do I do?

    He’s got Micah…

    I creep to my crumpled up trousers on the floor and thank anything in the universe listening that my cell still has some battery juice left to make the call to the police.

    “Vance put the knife down.” Mathias orders calmly but we all know Vance isn’t just going to give up. Not now… not anymore.

    My heart stops, my hands are shaking and the edge in Vance’s voice has me almost gasping for breathe. I keep my voice as whispery as I can while informing the dispatcher of the few details I know. I keep the line open and peer out through the crack in the door.

    My heart lurches as I inform him there are three people in the room; a cop with a gun, an assailant with a knife holding it against Micah’s throat from behind. I almost crush the phone in my hand seeing Micah stretched out balancing on the tips of his toes held up by Vance holding his arm painfully twisted behind his back with a knife high against his throat.

    Vance has managed to get him in a hold that leaves Micah’s body prone to any attack. Micah’s eyes flitter to the door and catches my stare.

    He’s afraid. His eyes shout at me they are terrified…

    Not for himself…

    I read everything as clear as day in those chocolate eyes. Micah’s terrified Vance will come looking for me. I hear Vance’s rant berating my Italian ass and detailing to Micah just how he was going to kill me and make me suffer for touching him.

    Micah turns his eyes to the ceiling fixing them there.

    “Bur I don’t want Ren, Vance.” He croaks and Vance quietens immediately.

    “You’re just saying that Mimi… You let him touch you … that is unforgivable Mimi.”

    “I was missing you Vancy. He’s nothing to me. I was missing how you used to fuck me.”

    “You love my big cock don’t you…” Vance grinned licking Micah’s ears from behind cradling his prone body against him. I saw Micah’s muscles tense. He was trying not to show his shiver and repulsion. Luckily Vance wasn’t looking at his face…

    “Yes Vancy I love it. You can understand that I was angry you shared it can’t you?” Even his voice sounded off trying to poor emotion into false words. Luckily Vance seems oblivious to it.

    “They meant nothing to me Mimi. I always came home to you honey… and I always will.” Vance’s voice lost his harden edge and Mathias had wisely held his mouth keeping this gun locked on Vance.

    “I know that now Vancy.” Micah slowly raised his free hand to touch Vance’s arm stroking it softly. “I know you’d do anything for me right?”

    The bat.
    I remember the bat, seeing it lying just behind Vance’s feet.
    It’s only a few yards away from me. If I open the door and creep to it I could …

    “NO!” Vance screams jerking Micah’s hand away. I’ve hardly opened the door and I freeze fearing my discovery. “Don’t lie to me MIMI! Tel me you don’t love him. TEL me you love only ME! TEL me NOW.”

    “I love you Vance. I’ve never loved Ren. You know that Vancy, you know I only …” Micah stops gasping breath stretching up to the tips of his toes again.

    “YOU’RE A LIAR.” He grips Micah’s twisted arm harder backing him grunt with pain.

    While he’s distracted I creep from my position. Mathias is trying to calm Vance down talking to him soothingly. Don’t be a hero is what his eyes are telling me. Hero’s get killed is what Micah always says… Right at this moment being a hero is about the last thing I’m thinking about.

    I want Micah and I want him alive.

    I gently close my hand around the bat handle and …

    “That’s Enough My Boy.” The voice booms through the apartment and again I freeze mid action.

    In the open door way stands a tall older man. He’s dressed in a crisp pinstriped suit and dark blue neck scarf. His build is lean and slim. His posture hard and straight.

    Vance doesn’t move. “But Sir he…”

    “I’ve let you have your fun my boy. But you’ve simply gone too far.” He speaks in a calm voice as if chastising a naughty child. Vance visibly wilts under his gaze, still holding on to Micah.

    “But…”

    “You need to be punished.” This triggers a response in Vance as he shudders letting Micah’s arm drop and lowers the knife. The blade is trekked with blood from where it’s been cutting into Micah’s skin. The apartment is in shock, no one moves or breaths as the stranger directs Vance to step away from Micah. Which even in his limp state he obeys immediately.

    The man turns to Mathias who still has his gun pointed firmly at Vance.

    “Officer Jamison I presume?” He questions receiving a weary nod from Mathias. “Would you be so kind as to take out your cuffs and arrest the intruder?”

    Mathias eyes grow wide and Vance’s head snaps up “But…”
    A single stern look from ‘Sir’ shuts him up and he hangs his head dejectedly.

    “You did a bad thing my boy and you need to be punish accordingly. Anything less simply won’t do.”

    Slowly Mathias edged forward and cuffed the limp Vance in one clean swoop.

    “I suspect the police will be arriving any moment now so why don’t you wait downstairs with our little criminal Officer Jamison?” Orders giving in questions, completely void any thought of them being suggestions.

    A nod from Micah and he marched Vance to the door.

    The man stopped them briefly as they passed laying his hand against Vance’s cheek.

    “It won’t be long until you are home again my boy. I will be waiting for your release and this time I trust you’ll stay home where you belong.” He said softly almost… tenderly. Vance’s head still hung low but he inclined it to press into the man’s hand cupping his cheek. Nodding meekly.

    In a second we were alone.

    >=<

    The guy watched Mathias march Vance down the stairs before turning to us.

    “I do believe Mr Couch is in needs a robe Mr Aquila?”

    Suddenly I’m aware I’m still naked. Standing in my living room, feeling blood drying on the cuts at my throat and I’m completely naked. I register this but I don’t react to it and just stare at this stranger man standing in my doorway.

    Ren’s by my side and covering me before I can even blink, I feel his arms around me I regain some of my senses feeling his warmth.

    I look up at the stranger man again and finally find my voice. “What the hell just happened?”

    “Ah.” He says stepping inside yet remained standing.

    Ah?

    “I do regret letting him loose on you. It won’t happen again. He will do his time and I will be waiting for him once he’s released. I shall see to it he never bothers you or Mr Aquila again and this time he shall listen to his masters voice.” The stranger man ducks his head respectfully and smartly walked out of my apartment

    We stood there staring at my open door hearing the sirens of the police cars pulling up and the ambulance reaching my door.

    What the fuck had just happened?

    —

    Statements made to officers, paramedics attending to my cuts, just minor injuries nothing serious a few cuts and a sore shoulder…

    We’re in the eye of a storming whirlwind around is.

    Officers collecting evidence, officers snapping pictures, my apartment overrun by people… Mathias retrieving the box from my closet. Handing it directly to the Chief… even the chief is here.

    We’re the eye of the storming whirlwind around is. Two people sitting close staring at the ground a blur of soundless activity surrounding them.

    A few hours later I hear the click of the lock as the last of the officers leave. I look up and look around. How quickly silence can return… deadly soundless silence…

    Ren is still beside me, like he always has and always will be. His hand is holding mine tightly. I look around the apartment again…

    “Ren?”

    “Yes Micah?”

    “You wouldn’t happen to have a cousin in real-estate would you?” Turning to look right into his dark blue’s. He cracks a small smile holding up his free hand.

    “Guilty as charged.”

    “Good.” I nod looking around again, I love this furniture I’ll be keeping every piece.

    “Ren?” I whisper leaning into him.

    “Yes Micah?”

    “Take me home.” Cause home is where Ren is.

    >=<

    In a street near a very popular Italian restaurant there is a house. Where at this very moment a young man is packing up his room. Trying to decide what to take and what to leave behind… there is only so much space in a small dorm room you know.

    He packs his current journal stowing the dozens of older ones in the big wooden chest. They will keep; he resists the urge to flip through every single one. Knowing what they hold and feeling slightly embarrassed at the musing of a developing teenager.

    He straightens knowing he’s packed every essential he can think of. Especially he’s lucky mitt. The first one he ever owned, although it’s worn to threads now and useable on the field he still keeps it close. This mitt changed his life.

    Eying a double photo frame on the dresser he stops and reaches for it. One showed three happy faces looking at the camera. The young man smiles and stuffs the frame in his pack. No one has as large a family as he does.

    Descending the stairs he hears some commotion and shushing coming from the living room. He stops and tries not to laugh; the loudest people are often those trying not to make a sound.

    Putting on his best ‘Oh gosh what a surprize!’ face he enters the living room to a horde of shouting people. A big banner had been spun across the room.

    “BON VOYAGE! BILLY GOES TO COLLEGE!”

    Everyone is here.
    Everyone rushes forward to hug and kiss and pinch his cheek.
    Even nonno and nonna though older now in no way slower. He’s never seen them prouder than the day the letter came announcing his baseball scholarship.

    Every cousin gets their turn, Mart, little Lucy, the chief, Aunt Katie and Suzie and Mathias and even their little boy James delve him in shoulder slaps and kisses. After a long procession of hugs and trusted unsought advice … two men stand waiting for him at the other side of the room.

    The Eagle and Captain Red.

    This was a hug he gladly received and one he’d certainly miss.

    “Now don’t forget you come for a long line of blue bloods.” Micah whispered in his ear
    “And you’re half Italian.” Ren continued.
    “So no one” Micah implored.
    “Is going to mess with you.” Ren finished
    “And if they do.”
    “They will never know what hit them.”

    Billy grinned burring his head in their combined hug. These were his dads. These were the two men that meant most to him in this world. Behind them hundreds of framed photo’s covered the full length of wall. Each portraying a moment in their shared lived that had been immortalised forever. From stately wedding photos to dancing in your short in the kitchen to pouty angry faces to happy sleeping faces cuddled up on the couch.

    Each photo told a story and each story created a link in the chain they made together. A chain that keeps on growing day by day. Sometime people added to it sometimes they subtracted from it. Yet the chain always stayed as strong as the day it was forged.

    Even now, on the eve of his departure to an unknown world full of adventure and strife… Billy lived in the certain and happy knowledge that their chain would never break.

    FIN

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    A. Sonky

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