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“I still think you should bring the cops in on this, Logan.”

The two young men were sitting in Jan’s car outside of the East Jersey State Prison in Rahway. They both worked for the Newark Star-Ledger. Jan was an entertainment editor. If he’d been the editor of the news desk, he wouldn’t be letting the young city-beat junior editor, Logan Sinclair, go on this undercover assignment at all. But Logan didn’t work for him.

“I told you, Jan. Bringing the cops in on it would completely queer the deal. We have a deal with the warden. He wants to pin down the source of the drugs coming into the prison before the cops are brought in. And that’s the only reason we’re being given this exclusive. I help to identify who’s doing it from the inside and I get to write the series. This is my chance.”

“This is your chance to get killed, you mean.”

“You’re getting in too close, Jan. I need to do this. Stop trying to smother me.”

Jan could see that Logan meant it–about him getting in too close, being too controlling. It had begun to be a problem in their relationship, and Jan didn’t want to lose Logan. He was torn. It was all just too dangerous. He’d done as much as he could to kill the operation, going all the way to the newspaper’s editor in chief. But the newspaper was slipping. The publisher had brought in new, bolder management. And Jan had already feared that Logan would hear that Jan was trying to intervene.

Jan didn’t want Logan to leave him. It had been the best relationship Jan had ever had. Logan was an angel–a young, blond Adonis who looked years younger than he was. That was Jan’s primary fear–the fear of what inmates would do with Logan on the inside. But when he’d finally spoken of his fear to Logan, the younger man had just laughed.

“Of course they’ll use me, Jan,” he’d said. “I was a rent-boy when you picked me up and got me the training and job in newspaper work. It’s precisely why I’m good for this assignment. I can handle myself, and I can blend in better this way. They’ll never know I’m a reporter.”

“But, you’ll be–“

But Logan had gotten angry then, clearly signaling that Jan was pushing too hard. “You use me too, Jan. You used me as a rent-boy and now I give it to you whenever you want it–for free. Don’t stand in my way with this.”

The best Jan could do under the circumstance, as Logan was getting out of his car, was to say, “I’ll visit you as soon as I can, and if there’s even a hint that you’re being abused, I’ll go straight to the cops myself.”

“Suit yourself,” Logan said, leaning over for a kiss before he climbed out of the car. “But they don’t let new inmates have visitors for the first three weeks. They say it helps get the prisoners settled in better.”

“That isn’t good enough,” Jan said, shocked. “I’m going right now–“

“Relax. Just track down a Mrs. Taylor, the prison psychologist. She’s my link to the warden in there. I’ll have regular meetings with her and she can assure you I’m doing OK or she can pull me out if it gets too hot for me in there. If you go to the cops now, though, you can just pack up all my shit at your apartment and put it out on the street, ’cause I won’t be coming back to you.”

And that was that. Jan clamped his mouth shut, because the last thing he wanted was Logan not coming back to him. It’s just that he’d really prefer that Logan be living when he came back. In any event, Jan would be going right back to the newspaper and filing a memo of disagreement with all of this.

* * * *

“As I understand it, the record says you are in for two years for house burglary. I trust you have the scenario for that down pat? The other inmates always want to know exactly what the others are in for.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Logan answered. He indeed had the circumstances of why he’d be here drilled into his head–as well as that he no longer was Logan Sinclair, but now was Luke Jameson, and barely nineteen to his real age of twenty-three. His size and baby face would enable him to pass there.

Mrs. Taylor, the prison psychologist, had another coughing fit before she went on, and that, plus that she wasn’t looking all that well, made him apprehensive about what she was now saying.

“And you know that not even the guards are in on this. That only Warden Wilson and I know you have been planted here. But you’ll have a private meeting with me three times a week–all routine for new inmates–and you know that all you have to do is tell a guard you need to meet with the psychologists and they’ll bring you right here.”

“Yes, ma’am, I’ve got all of that.”

“And no active sleuthing on this,” she continued. “Just listen. We’re doing this and using you because you will be able just to drop into the population and no one will think about you listening for anything–you do fully understanding that it will be taxing for you, don’t you?”

“Yes, ma’am, I understand,” the young man who was now Luke answered. This was probably as close as she was going to get to acknowledging that he had been a rent-boy and that was why he’d been selected–because he could just be there as a toy with no more regard given than the value of his ass.

What he hadn’t discussed with anyone in this was that he liked it rough. That’s what was really so touchy between him and Jan. Jan was a romantic. Logan wanted to know he’d been fucked. It was part of the prospect of being with randy men behind bars that just hadn’t been covered. He wasn’t being quite as noble and brave as they thought.

“And you just report to me anything you hear that could connect anyone to the drugs coming in and we’ll pull you out just as soon as we get a handle on that. We’re bunking you with an older trustee, so you should at least have someplace to retreat when the going gets really rough. And a word of advice on staying safe inside a prison. Find a protector. Make friends with someone others are scared of.”

“Yes, ma’am, I understand. And then I get the scoop, right?”

“Right.” She was going to say something else, but another coughing fit intervened and she just stood, went to the door, opened it, and waved him out into the arms of a stern-looking muscular guard named Clyde.

The interview had gone OK, but Luke wasn’t all that comfortable with how sick the psychologist seemed to be. The prison seemed pretty drafty. He hoped whatever she had wasn’t racing around the facility and he’d catch it too.

* * * *

Clyde guided Luke down a corridor and into one of the prison blocks. “Guided” was the right word, because he had a hand on one of Luke’s butt cheeks from the time they’d cleared the administrative section and were walking through the cell blocks. As they walked, Clyde was leaning into Luke from the rear and making smacking sound with his lips.

As soon as Clyde opened the steel door into Luke’s cell block, he called out, “Got a fresh piece of ass for you guys,” which brought many of the inmates to the doors of their cells. As Luke was pushed down the corridor between cells, the chant of “Chickee, chickee” and “Got somethin’ here for you, kid,” and clucking noises reverberated through the block.

“What’s the chicken stuff about?” Luke asked Clyde, as they walked long.

“That’s for young ass,” Clyde answered. “You’ve the youngest lookin’ guy we’ve had in here in some time, and a real pretty boy. I hope to God you’ve taken cock before, boy, because if you ain’t used to it, you won’t last the week in here. You look like you take it, though.”

He obviously wanted Luke to say yes, but Luke didn’t answer and they now were at the cell he was to share with another prisoner, who turned out to be a thin, bent-over older guy by the name of Horace.

It seemed like Horace was a nice guy, and he spent much of the next three days explaining to Luke what the routines were and advising him on how to negotiate his way through the shoals.

“The time to be most careful is when the guys from this cell block are released into the exercise yard,” he said one day. “But I gotta tell you. If you get cornered and you see a screen of inmates forming between you and where the guards are–and they’re lookin’ the other way, you’re screwed and it’s best to just go with it. You fight it–call out or anything–you’re most likely dead. No reason to call out to the guards anyway. It’s not like they won’t already know what’s coming down. You try to bring them into it and you’re the one they’ll be pissed with.”

On the same day Horace pointed out Big Mike, a big, bald bruiser of a white guy with gang tattoos. “That’s Big Mike over there,” he said. “If you can, stay out of his way. He rules around here and has the guards in his hands too. He’s getting out in a couple of weeks, but he’ll be king pin up to the day he leaves.”

The fourth day, these two scenarios came together, and it was Horace, standing there with two cartons of cigarettes in his hands, who maneuvered Luke into a shady corner of the exercise yard, where there was a concrete checkers table with embedded concrete stools on either side of them. Big Mike was sitting on the table, and a ring of Big Mike’s men was forming as a screen to the rest of the yard.

“Hey, chicken, come over here,” Big Mike said. “Yeah, you, pretty boy,” he continued when Luke gave him a “who me?” look. “So, what are in here for, kid, and for how long?”

“It’s a two-year stretch for burglary,” Luke answered.

“Well, I’m just the man to help you with the stretch part,” Big Mike said, with a laugh.

Luke didn’t even see the fist coming that came up under his chin, snapping his head up, and then buried itself in his belly, taking the wind out of his sails. Big Mike moved real fast for a man that size. He had Luke on his back on the top of the checker’s table and his pants stripped off before Luke had his breath back. One of Big Mike’s goons had Luke’s T-shirt stripped off him and being stuffed in his mouth to gag him, while two others wishboned his legs. There was a little preparation, but not much, before Big Mike was between his legs, pressing down on his sternum with a big fist, working a thick, sheathed cock inside his ass, and pumping him hard.

After Big Mike was finished, the three guys who had helped hold Luke down were given sloppy seconds through fourths.

As Luke hobbled off the exercise field, Horace no longer at his side, Clyde stepped forward to inform him, “There’s been a change in cell assignments. You’ll be bunking with Big Mike now.”

Big Mike must have liked what he got in the exercise yard, because he got it three more times before breakfast the next day, each time slapping Luke around before pushing him down on the lower bunk, painfully immobilizing his arms, thrusting inside him, and riding him hard, pulling out, ripping off his condom, and either shooting up the small of Luke’s back or making him take it in the face.

At breakfast the next morning, Luke asked to see the prison psychologist, only to be told that she was in the hospital with pneumonia.

* * * *

If anyone was in for a surprise in Big Mike taking Luke into his cell and fucking him hard a couple of times a day, it was Big Mike. Luke was in his element now. After that first day, when Big Mike let out all the stops and ravished him mercifully, Luke gradually, over the two weeks Big Mike had left in prison, tamed the big man’s brutality. Luke showed that he’d take whatever the bruiser had to dish out, but he also showed that if Big Mike gave him some control, it was all for the good in terms of Big Mike’s pleasure. Luke showed the man that he gave great head when he let Luke give it rather than Big Mike just brutalizing and force feeding him. And even after Luke had been taken hard, he could impress Big Mike by mounting the bruiser’s cock and riding him into the sunset before they both drifted off to sleep–in each other’s arms.

What this meant in terms of Luke’s mission was that, as it was surmised he’d be able to do, Luke just drifted into the background as part of Big Mike’s gang, and he was able to get hints of what he needed to know. Although Big Mike and his gang ended up with some of the drugs filtering into the prison, they weren’t part of the delivery chain. They let drop that a single inmate, a Colombian named Gomez, distributed the drugs within the prison. Where he got them, Luke didn’t find out. Just this information, though, was enough to pass through channels to the warden.

That was a problem, though. The day Big Mike left the prison and Luke was returned to Horace’s cell, saying nothing to Horace about having sold him to Big Mike not only because that suited Luke’s purposes but also because you didn’t go out of your way to make enemies in prison, Luke asked again to the see the psychologist. If he expected for that to be a problem, it wasn’t. But it also wasn’t Mrs. Taylor, his contact, he was taken to see.

He was ushered into Mrs. Taylor’s office, but a man, introducing himself as Dr. Crawford, was sitting behind her desk.

“Where’s Mrs. Taylor?” Luke asked.

“She’s in the hospital; I’m sitting in for her. Now, what seems to be–?”

“I have to see the warden. He’ll want to see me.”

“Now what could there be that you needed to see the warden about? You can tell me. Warden Wilson’s away at a conference in Phoenix anyway, so maybe we can work out your problem without him. You’re a very good looking young man. I can image–“

Luke did not like the way the psychologist was looking at him. “Um, no matter. Any idea when Mrs. Taylor will be back? I’d really rather be talking to her.”

“A few days at least. But maybe there’s something I could help you with–and there may be something you can help me with in the process.” Crawford stood up from behind the desk and was making to move around it.

Luke couldn’t be fast enough in standing up himself and backpeddling toward the door to the corridor. “No, that’s fine, thanks. It can wait. I’ll talk with Mrs. Taylor when she gets back.”

He fairly fell into the arms of the burly guard, Clyde, out in the corridor. Clyde was none too quick either to release him from the embrace he’d put Luke into so the young man wouldn’t fall to the floor.

He didn’t take Luke back to the cell he now shared with Horace. He guided Luke to what seemed to be some sort of break room for the guards. Six hulking guards in addition to Clyde were waiting, licking their chops and running their hands along their crotches when Clyde pushed Luke into the room.

As one of the guards closed the door to the corridor, locked it, and pulled the blind down on the window of the door, Clyde said, “I guess you can figure out what you’re doing here, Chickee.” He was taking his baton out of its belt sheath.

“Listen, this isn’t–” Luke started to say.

But Clyde broke in. “You can either take this soft or hard. It’s your choice.” He put his hand into his pocket and came up with a handful of pills. “These will help you take it and to forget it afterward. And there’s plenty of them where these come from. Be good to us, and I’ll supply all you need. Big Mike said you put out great. We can be partners in this, to mutual benefit, or we can just take it from you. Either way, you’re fucked. Now strip, and take your medicine like a good little boy.”

As he stripped, Luke reasoned that his work in the prison was done. He knew now who was bringing the drugs in: Clyde, maybe with the help of these other six guards, as none of them had done a double take when he produced the pills and said how easy that were to come by. He just needed to get through whatever time there was between now and when Mrs. Taylor returned to duty and the warden came back from Phoenix.

“Lookin’ mighty fine, Chickee,” Clyde muttered, giving a low, appreciative whistle. “We’re gonna have a ball with you. Climb up on that table and lay on your back.”

He had said that if Luke cooperated, they’d go easy on him. Clyde had lied. The first thing Clyde fucked Luke with was with his police baton. Then his cock. Then he let the other six loose for a gang bang. Luke lay back and took it. It wasn’t like he’d never been gang banged before. He concentrated on not letting the drugs zone out on him. He wanted to remember everything that happened and to be able to identify every guard who had taken part.

If he ever could get through to the warden. Luke only now was thinking about how tenuous all of this was. And why the hell did the warden just waltz off to a conference knowing that the only link to his prison snitch was in the hospital?

The last door to a possible conduit clanged shut, when a knock at the door marked the entry into the break room of Dr. Crawford, who was the last of the prison establishment to mount Luke’s ass and ride him hard.

* * * *

As long as he was in suspension in the cellblock, Luke decided that he might as well keep his eyes and ears open for more conclusive evidence of the drug operation. At the same time he had to stay alive. With Big Mike gone, he now was on the market again within the cellblock–and now there also were the guards to worry about. He remembered what Mrs. Taylor had said about finding a protector. It certainly wouldn’t be Horace, but despite having sold him to Big Mike, Horace seemed to like Luke just fine and might help him.

“You want someone like Hakeem,” Horace said. “A big black bull, but he has a soft spot.”

“Will you help me?” Luke asked. He was holding a carton of cigarettes in his hand. He didn’t smoke, but he’d bought his share of the cigarette rations the last shopping day–to use in an instance such as this.

“How do you want me to help you?”

“If I can get him in here during an open cell block period, will you stand watch to see that we’re not disturbed?”

That deal set, Luke went wooing Hakeem. This didn’t turn out to be hard. The big lunk wasn’t all that bright, but he had a soft spot–and a hard on–for small, blond pretty boys.

Luke got up close to Hakeem whenever he could manage it, smiled for him, engaged him in small conversation, and showed interest in the man and his hobbies, which included making figures out of used straws, which he was really good at despite having big mitts, and memorizing the lyrics to rap songs he heard on the radio, which he wasn’t that good at because his mind worked slower than the mouths of the rappers did. Luke made himself valuable to Hakeem by memorizing the raps himself and coaching the big black in them. He also was quick to admire Hakeem’s straw sculptures.

Luke had to move pretty fast, so almost immediately he was touching Hakeem intimately and making the black bull shudder at the attention and was giving him “come on” looks.

While Horace stood watch during an open cell block period, Luke backed Hakeem up against the wall at the side of the open door, knelt in front of him, and gave him a blow job. Before Hakeem came, though, Luke maneuvered himself between the big black and the wall of the cell, hugged Hakeem’s hips with his legs, and made sounds of being taken by the biggest cock he’d ever had–which might have been close to the truth–while Hakeem fucked him against the wall.

Word went around that Hakeem had taken over from Big Mike in Luke’s life, and the threat even by the guards died down. It was only a stopgap arrangement, though, because Hakeem was set to leave prison in another week. That was fine with Luke, as he was sure Mrs. Taylor would be back by then. But he’d made a mistake of telling Hakeem that a deal had been done that would get him out of prison soon too.

“That’s great,” Hakeem said. “Then I’ll be there to pick you up at the gate and we can be together.”

The big lug had fallen for Luke, and Luke had let slip that he didn’t plan on serving out a two-year stretch. Hakeem hadn’t been bright enough to ask how Luke could get out that fast.

“Uh, we’ll see,” Luke said. “But, yeah, wouldn’t that be great? I don’t know how you’d know, though–“

“Oh, the grapevine extends outside the prison walls,” Hakeem said. “Those on the outside always know when someone’s being released.”

Just great, Luke thought. It was getting a bit complicated.

But this was when real complication set in. Gomez, the fingered drug dealer, who led a gang of Hispanics, decided he was interested in Luke’s services and interested enough to dispute that with Hakeem.

The essential problem was that, when Luke learned that Gomez was interested in him, he regretted he had attached himself to Hakeem. If Luke could gain more direct evidence that Gomez was the inside receiver of the drugs, that would pin this all down. If he could play Gomez like he did Bib Mike, this would be a slam dunk–he could make sure of the connection between the guard, Clyde, and the inmate, Gomez.

Gomez had been nosing around Luke for a couple of days, and Luke did what he could to signal interest. They were about to settle the arrangement in that shadowed corner of the exercise yard one afternoon when Hakeem came upon them. Before Luke–or Gomez–knew what was happening, Hakeem had decked Gomez, had him down on the ground, and was choking him–with every evidence that he wasn’t going to stop until Gomez was dead.

“Hakeem. Stop. Please,” Luke cried out throwing himself on Hakeem’s back.

“He was going to fuck you,” Hakeem declared. “Everyone knows I’m your man.”

“Yes, Hakeem, but let him loose, and let’s talk about this.”

Hakeem left Gomez on the ground, still stunned and fighting for breath. Hakeem stood, placed a foot on Gomez’ sternum, and turned to listen to Luke’s insistent whispers.

“Please, Hakeem. It’s you I want to be with. But you are getting out in a couple of days and I’ll be longer. Think. I have to have a protector. First it was Big Mike. And then you. But I need one for the short time I’m still in prison. You want me alive to come out of the prison to you, don’t you? It’s just for a short time. I need someone like Gomez to protect me. He needn’t know it’s just for a week or so.”

“Well, OK, I see that,” Hakeem said reluctantly. “But you’ll come with me now.”

“Yes, but leave me to talk to Gomez for a moment.”

When Hakeem was released from the prison, the pledge was made to Gomez. Servicing him expertly twice a day when Hakeem was out of prison pulled Luke as closely into Gomez’ gang and comfort zone as easily and quickly as he had merged into Big Mike’s world. The connection between Gomez and Clyde was made, but there was another elusive person in the chain that Luke couldn’t reach.

On his last night in Gomez’ cell, after Luke had knelt between the Colombian’s thighs and worked the man’s cock hard with his mouth and then pressed on Gomez’ chest to make him lay back on the bed, Luke turned and sat in Gomez’ lap, skewering himself on Gomez’ cock, and rising and falling as Gomez held his slim waist between his beefy hands and made guttural sounds of deep pleasure.

Afterward, as they lay stretched out against each other, Luke whispered, “I’m worried about you.”

“How so?” Gomez asked.

“I know you’re receiving drugs through the guards to supply the inmates. That’s cool; that’s not what’s bothering me. I’m worried you’re not protected enough. And if you’re not protected, I’m not either. There is someone. Someone higher than the guards, I know.” Luke was too smart to reveal to Gomez that he knew the specific guard who supplied Gomez. “I don’t think it’s safe for you not to know who it is. You do know who it is, don’t you and are just keeping that to yourself?”

“No, Chickee, I don’t know. I think if I knew I’d be a dead man. It’s best that I do not know.”

Gomez was all South American macho. To acknowledge that he feared anyone–especially an unknown someone–convinced Luke that the Hispanic didn’t know the missing link.

So, who did? Luke wondered. Most likely Clyde. Luke had to find a way to be alone with Clyde–to give Clyde the time of his life and somehow to wheedle a name out of him.

But that wasn’t to be. The next morning Luke was summoned to the warden’s office.

* * * *

“I was surprised you hadn’t asked to see me,” Warden Wilson said when Luke was brought to him. “I suppose you haven’t been able to find anything useful.”

“Other than one missing link,” Luke answered, “I think I have the information you need. The drugs are coming in through seven of the guards, under the direction of a guard named Clyde–I don’t know his last name. And they are going to a Colombian-national inmate named Gomez for distribution in the cellblocks. I think, though, that there is a connection higher than the guards. But, what do you mean I hadn’t asked to see you? Mrs. Taylor wasn’t here for regular contact. I finally got into see her replacement and asked to see you but you were off in Phoenix?”

“In Phoenix? What do you mean?”

“The temporary psychologist. He said you were at a conference in Phoenix and so I couldn’t see you. He wanted me to tell him what I wanted to see you about, but I had been told not to talk about it to anyone but Mrs. Taylor.”

“Dr. Crawford? He told you I wasn’t here?”

The warden and Luke looked into each other’s faces for the longest moment before the warden spoke again. “And not telling him what you wanted to see me about was probably what has saved your life,” the warden said. Both of them now knew who the missing link in the chain was.

Later that day, as Luke–now Logan again–walked out of the prison and saw the two cars waiting for him, he knew that what Hakeem told him about news of releases traveling quickly beyond the prison walls had been true.

He tried his best not to make eye contact with Jan, his newspaper compatriot and his lover before he had started his abbreviated two-year stretch, as he walked by the first car. When he reached the second car, he opened the passenger door and slid into the passenger seat. The driver pulled Logan into his chest for a possessive kiss.

When they came up for air, Logan said in a low, guttural voice, “I was afraid that Hakeem would be here for me too, and there’d be trouble.”

“I took care of Hakeem,” the occupant of the second car said. “He won’t be bothering you.” A mean look from him was also keeping a frustrated Jan from leaving his car.

“I’ve missed you big time, Big Mike,” Logan whispered. “Take me someplace nearby and fuck the stuffing out of me just like you did in prison.”

Big Mike laughed and put the car in gear.

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A whirlwind romance.

Everyone had heard of them, but did they truly exist Luke wondered, that is until recently. It had been only three months since Tommy and he had first gotten together and since then they were together more often than not. Luke had wondered if Tommy would really be alright being seen around the community and in town as his constant companion. Dinners in town, arriving together at community events and there was the fact Tommy’s truck was at his house overnight nearly every day. He knew some people had to be gossiping about them and there were a few times he had gone into the general store and thought the conversation suddenly changed as he entered. But there had been no negative reactions and he wondered if he should relax, let his guard down or if he should expect everything to come to a head at some inopportune moment.

He rolled over and let his hand slide over Tommy’s chest feeling the smooth softness of the skin, that warmth only being in bed all night seemed to give someone. Tommy stirred, shifted slightly snuggling up to him even closer. He let his hand move downward over Tommy’s stomach that rose and fell with his slow breathing rhythm. Luke kissed him around the ear using his nose to push the hair out of the way as his raked his tongue over it.

“That tickles” Tommy mumbled as a smile formed on his face. Tommy took Luke’s hand and pushed it down. Luke felt the morning erection brush along his hand and he slipped his fingers around it. He slowly stroked Tommy then moved on top of him.

Like so many mornings they made out for a long time, slowly manipulating each other, barely awake for a long time, until one of them couldn’t take it any longer. This morning it was Luke who was soon hovering over Tommy pumping his cock into the tight ass angled up toward him. Tommy grabbed at the sheets, moaning with their fuck, pushing up to meet every downward thrust.

Tommy buried his face into a pillow stifling his cry as he pushed up taking Luke’s cock all the way. Their bodies came together over and over, rocking the bed, the frame squeaking with their movements, the rocking of their fuck. Their skin glistened with their exertions, hot, slick, as Luke moved over Tommy. Luke felt his release coursing through him, the way his cock grew so sensitive, grew thicker, harder, and he plunged into Tommy all the way. He pushed inward with every ejaculation feeling the release drain him completely from the physical exhaustion of his exertion. He slowed as he ejaculated the last of his load, his hips moving up and down fluidly, gently, pushing down against Tommy’s ass till he was spent. Exhausted, Luke lay on Tommy’s back breathing hard.

Then it was Tommy’s turn. So erect, his arousal built nearly to climax. He rolled Luke over to his side and slipped up close pulling up Luke’s leg. He nudged his cock up to Luke’s opening and pushed forward breaching the tightness. Luke shivered and squirmed within his arms as he sank deeply into him.

Tommy didn’t last long as he soon pumped his load into Luke. Spent cock still buried in Luke’s ass Tommy leaned over and kissed him along the neck, the jaw then gently on the lips.

***

Sharon knew something was different, what she couldn’t say. She thought she knew her son, the little boy who was her second child, the one who rarely did wrong. He was the one who was affectionate and always generous and kind. Grade school had been so normal. She watched how he grew through the years, how he made friends and eventually there were the girls. He had dated so many and never made any of them upset. She had worried like any mother when he went out for sports, but she watched him play football and baseball, the way he pushed himself to do well and along the way become more mature, his body filled out, dare she think it, grew much more masculine. It made her sad and proud at the same time to see him become a man. He finished high school, graduated then headed off to college.

Then the change happened. All she could hope was he would come to her or his father if there was something wrong. She loved him no matter what and just wanted him to be happy, and if there was something wrong she wanted her little boy to come to her and she’d do everything in her power to make it right.

***

Bruce was driving to work cutting through town. He had the windows down, his arm propped on the window sill feeling the unusually warm day for winter. He drove in silence, the radio turned off, only the sound of the truck running along the narrow streets breaking the silence. He drove by her house and slowed. He had times thought she might be the one, for he had dated Shelley longer than any other. But each time she pushed to get closer, tried to get some commitment from him he pulled back. It made no sense until he was honest with himself. He loved her, truly he did but it wasn’t enough. There was something missing, some bond between them he expected to form. It never did.

The last couple of months, every since December, he had found himself enjoying the company of another, someone he had known all his life but only recently crossed the line and made their friendship something more. He thought of all the guys he had messed around with over the last few years. There was Greg from high school, Ryan who was the baseball player from the neighboring community that he played against a few times, which was ironic since they were together far more often because for over a year they would hook up in one isolated place or another. Then there was Tommy, someone who wanted much more than he was willing to give, the one who pushed him to be the bad guy, someone he didn’t like very much. It pained him for a long time every time he saw Tommy until Luke came along and suddenly he saw how Tommy was going to be alright. Next he met Michael, someone so sexually alive it scared him the first time but after a few weeks the sex developed in a way that made him wonder if sex with women would ever be the same. But Shelley had broken the spell, or so he thought. It was a chance encounter, innocent at first and he had no intention on hitting on him, none at all. Instead he was the one being hit on, the one who was being seduced, and he found himself with someone he had known most of his life, or thought he knew. After a few months of getting together whenever they could it made him feel nervous, anxious with the way he thought of him all the time. The way he found himself wanting to be with him all the time.

The idea of them together made him smile as he drove on past Shelley’s home not realizing how little he missed her.

***

Tommy left Luke’s house and on the way to his new job at the grain elevator he stopped at the general store. He didn’t want to say anything but he didn’t like Luke’s coffee. It was so strong the way he brewed it, besides he preferred the overly sweet soda in the morning. There were three trucks in the parking lot and he recognized all three. Mr. Foster who had one of the last dairy farms, Mr. Hanks who had land to the south, and then there was the two year old Chevy, the one he knew had a small dent in the passenger side rear fender. The truck he knew so well for it belonged to his father.

As he entered the store the men suddenly stopped talking and looked up at him with expressions that seemed to indicate they didn’t recognize him, as if he was new to the area. Just as quickly their expressions relaxed.

“Hey son; on the way to work?”

“Yes. Just wanted to grab a soda because I can’t drink Luke’s coffee” he replied. He realized what he had just admitted and saw how none of the men reacted, none made to accuse him of what they knew he was doing at Luke’s house. He didn’t mean to say it so bluntly…then again maybe he did.

“You guys getting the elevator ready for wheat to come in?” Mr. Hanks asked breaking the silence.

“We have the silo for wheat all ready. I’m mainly in the warehouse getting seed sorted for planting this spring” he replied as he pulled a soda out of the cooler. Tossing a couple of dollar bills on the counter he unscrewed the cap and took a long drink.

“Your wheat crop look good Bill?” Mr. Foster asked Mr. Hanks.

“Yeah, I think it looks better than it has in a number of years. No blight as I can see anywhere in it.”

Tommy picked up his change and headed to the door. “See ya’ll later” he called out as he went through the door.

“Wait up son” his father called out and started out behind him.

They ended up by Tommy’s truck, Tommy leaning back against the fender watching the way his father stood quietly in front of him gathering his thoughts. His father looked up slowly pushing his cap up revealing the eyes that were the same color as his own.

“Son, your mother and I want you…and Luke, to come over for dinner tonight. We don’t like this distance that has grown between us. We know…why” his father stammered looking off in the distance then he smiled looking back at Tommy, “hell the whole community knows and…well…you’ll come tonight won’t you?”

Tommy was surprised at first, this admission, but he smiled back at his dad, the first time in a long time. “Yeah, we’ll come over. Tell mom not to go to too much trouble.”

“Shit…you know her” his father laughed. “Okay get on to work; you don’t want to be late.”

***

There was only two more semesters to complete and he would graduate. Two semesters was all he had left to finish college. It had seemed such a long way away when he had first arrived on campus. The intern period of basic course work then the process to get into the vet school with its long hours of study, the hours spent in labs, or out in the fields. Now the end was in sight and he couldn’t wait for graduation. He already had a job lined up back in his hometown with the areas main vet. He had always saw himself heading off to some new region, maybe even leave the country for a while but things changed in ways he couldn’t imagine.

He was in the dorm bathroom, a rare occurrence of having it all to himself and he stared in the mirror at his reflection. He knew the image, the features that he took for granted. The dark wavy hair that he couldn’t keep combed and his dark skin he knew came from his mother’s side of the family, the line of Native American blood that came down from the Appalachian Mountains back in the 1880’s. He rarely had to shave and it sometimes embarrassed him how some referred to him as having a baby face or worse called him a pretty boy. He looked at his chest and stomach, the curvature of his muscular build, the smoothness of his dark skin. He looked down at the way the towel hung around his waist and thought of how often Bruce had came up behind him, putting arms around his chest and one hand would slide downward loosening the towel causing it to drop to the floor as his cock became firmly grasped by the hand. He found himself mimicking the action, his own hand trailing down his chest, over his stomach, almost to the edge of the towel.

The door swung open and Chris came in carrying his toiletries and towel.

“Hey Bobby, seeing if any hairs have started to come in on that baby face yet?” Chris mocked, laughing to himself.

“Yeah, whatever” he replied as he picked up his things and headed out.

Back in his room he found his roommate gone. Probably off with one of three girls he was currently dating. Or was it simply fucking? He tossed his toiletries down on his desk and lay back on his bed, the towel still around his waist and it spread open revealing most of his left thigh open almost enough to see his cock. He felt his sexuality, the sensuous nature of his body. He slid one hand down his chest, over his stomach to the towel pushing the overlap apart, letting each end fall away revealing his cock. It lay thick over his sac, the shaft so much darker than the rest of him and he let his fingers comb through the sparse hair that fanned out over it all the while imagining it was Bruce who was touching him, Bruce who was taking his cock and stroking it. Imagined it was Bruce who would bring him to full arousal, who would spread his legs and touch him down there, who would penetrate him. He brought one finger over his hole, rubbed over its tightness. He closed his eyes and went with the fantasy, the finger pushing inward while he grasped his cock with his other hand and stroked his growing erection.

His stroked himself slowly at first, feeling the way it aroused him, how it made his body feel, every muscle tightened. He worked his finger in and out of his hole till he felt himself loosen to it, then he put two in, then three, feeling the tightness around his fingers as he worked them into his hole. He clinched his jaw to keep from crying out as he felt his cock flex in his hand, flex the cum surge through it and spatter across his chest and stomach. He kept stroking his hand, the slimy cum smeared along this cock and over his hand till he was too sensitive to continue.

The room smelled of him, that odd odor of cum, and he laid there, eyes closed, naked, cum trickling over his torso and down to the mattress. He didn’t care if Chris walked in now or not. He was sated of his arousal and felt the calm exhaustion of its release.

He knew he should get up and study for his class he had tomorrow but it could wait a few minutes longer. Just a few more minutes to savor the feel of this release imagining it was with Bruce, and in two days when Friday arrived, it would be with Bruce.

***

Tommy loaded the bed of the pickup with seed, stacking the bags neatly to get as many as the old ¾ ton truck would hold. Russell Brown and his oldest boy, Ricky, sat in the cab talking as Tommy put one bag after the next in the bed. The truck rocked under his weight, shaking with every movement until he finally got to the rear and stepped back up on the dock. He grabbed up his clipboard and jumped down from the dock. As he approached the window he heard Ricky.

“Here comes the faggot.”

Tommy inhaled and told himself to stay calm and not say something that would get him fired.

“Russell, I just need a signature and you’re all set” Tommy said as he held out the clipboard, his voice not giving away the fact he heard Ricky. Russell Brown signed his name and handed it back without saying anything. “Alright then” Tommy said trying hard not to sound sarcastic.

As the Browns drove away Tommy came up the steps for the dock cussing under his breath.

“What’s eating you?” Billy said surprising Tommy that he had made it out on the dock unseen.

“Oh nothing.”

“Nothing? Or Russell or that boy of his said something?”

Tommy looked up at Billy giving him a grin that concealed the inner anger he felt.

“That’s what I thought; ignore them Tommy” Billy said as he held out a work order. Tommy took it and gave Billy a nod as he began to walk back inside the warehouse. Billy put his hand on Tommy’s shoulder stopping him. “Look, it’s no secret you and that Luke fellow have something going on and…well most of us may be curious or surprised…but…” Billy stammered unsure what to say.

“Thanks” Tommy replied and when Billy’s hand moved from his shoulder he headed inside.

Inside the warehouse there were just two of them working today and Tommy moved over to Greg, Billy’s oldest son, telling him of the order they needed to get ready. They worked side by side shifting seed from one pallet to another counting out the number of bags they needed. Even with the warehouse being cool they both sweated, their skin glistening with the exertions of their labors. Tommy glanced at Greg from time to time, the way his lean body moved, straining with the weight of the bags, the way sweat trickled down his face from the short cut blonde hair, the way his lean arms, the fair skin covered in dust and sweat strained with their lifting of each bag. Another time or place it would have gotten to him, the closeness of their bodies and how Greg really was attractive. Instead he could admire his beauty even though his interest lay elsewhere.

“Hey Tommy?”

“Yeah?”

“When the Browns were at the dock what did that asshole say that made you mad?”

“Which asshole?” Tommy replied amused to hear how Greg sounded so much like his father when he talked like this.

“Ricky, of course. He was an asshole in school and he’s still an asshole. Did he say something about Luke and you?”

“Sort of but let’s not talk about it, okay?”

“Okay but just so you know, Ricky is probably just jealous if the rumors are true.”

Tommy stopped and stood up straight. Greg was giving him a mischievous grin and he couldn’t stop himself from smiling back. “Seriously?”

“Yep.”

“Greg?”

“Yeah?”

“You okay with…Luke and I?”

“Oh hell Tommy, I don’t give a shit if you two are shacked up together. Whatever makes you happy. How many more bags of this seed do we need?”

***

Luke couldn’t believe how late it had gotten. It was after ten o’clock but the evening had been so enjoyable, the dinner with Tommy’s folks, so much food Tommy’s mother had prepared and how they sat for a long time around the table just talking, then they moved to the family room and began to play videos of Tommy as a young child, playing in the yard, riding his first bicycle and so many other scenes all the while Tommy and his parents laughing and reminiscing. Luke found it endearing, all of it, surprised at how the evening unfolded, for he and Tommy had been worried it was going to be confrontational. Tommy worried his parents would be critical, instead they had made a few comments about loving him, wanted him to be happy and nothing more was said of it

He followed Tommy into the house, only one lamp on in the living room and they didn’t turn on any other lights. They moved in the dimly lit interior, hand in hand till they were in the living room and Tommy moved down on the sofa pulling him down on top.

“Fuck me ya bastard” Tommy said sniggering as he pulled at Luke’s shirt working the tail free of his jeans.

“Frisky tonight I see” Luke said as he moved down bringing their lips together.

They tore at each other’s clothes, tugging and pulling, arms and legs working to free themselves. Luke pulled Tommy’s boxers free of his left foot and tossed them across the rest of their clothes. The two of them were now naked. He lay on Tommy feeling the firm lean body beneath him warm against his own and he pumped his hips driving his cock against Tommy’s, the two shafts rubbing against each other. Tommy moaned as he pushed up against Luke. Their bodies moved smoothly over each other as they ran their hands along the sides of the other and kissed, roughly, physically, as if all the bodily contact wasn’t enough, as if the way they rubbed hotly against each other wasn’t nearly enough.

Tommy wrapped his legs around Luke turning his ass upward enough to feel Luke’s cock rub over his hole, the wet head press against his opening, slickly sliding over it and he pushed up against it.

“Fuck…put it in me…please” Tommy uttered as he nipped Luke’s ear and hugged their bodies together. Luke raised his hips slightly and bore down on Tommy, pushed with his hips till he felt his cock breach the tight opening causing Tommy to cry out.

Luke felt Tommy’s body shiver, every muscle quivering with his penetration and he kept pushing inward sinking his hard cock through the tightness and into the hot depths of Tommy’s hole. He fucked in a slow rhythm, one he could control for a long time, his hips rising up till his cock was almost pulled free then downward pushing back in, slowly, letting him feel every inch as it squeezed back in. Tommy moved with him, undulating with their fuck, As Luke fucked and fucked till his body was hot and slick with his exertions he felt Tommy’s hands moving easily over his back. He fucked till his arousal caused him to increase his pace, to drive his hips faster and faster, and he rose up on his knees, took Tommy by the ankles and folded him in half as he shifted into position to fuck harder, to thrust with all his strength till his hips smacked against Tommy’s ass. Their fuck grew more physical, aggressive and Tommy begged Luke to fuck him harder.

Luke fucked till sweat dripped from his body down on Tommy, his breathing ragged and Tommy rose up hugging their bodies together and rolled Luke on his back. Tommy was soon sitting on Luke hips, cock still buried in his ass and he rode it, furiously, an urgency to his every move. He leaned back and pumped his hips up and down, his own erection flopping up and down, the wet head smacking wetly against Luke’s stomach.

“Oh fuck” Luke uttered as he felt the way Tommy fucked himself on his cock, felt the way Tommy had his cock pulled forward, the sensitive head rubbed smoothly by Tommy’s fuck with every move up and down. He took Tommy’s cock and stroked it knowing it would push Tommy to fuck faster, to push himself to climax. It was slick in his hand allowing him to stroke it smoothly, it sliding easily through his fist.

“Come on Tommy…shoot…shoot…” Luke begged his voice trailing off as he saw Tommy’s fuck become frantic and he knew Tommy was close. He tightened his grip on Tommy’s cock and stroked him in rhythm with their fuck, hard, his fist slamming down to the base and he felt it swell up thicker and flex in his hand. He felt the hot cum spatter in his face, felt the second wad hit his chest and the smell of it, all that cum covering him pushed him over the edge and he shoved up to meet Tommy’s downward push. He grabbed Tommy’s thighs holding him place as he ejaculated. He pumped upward against Tommy’s ass with every ejaculation as Tommy moved his ass up and down slowly now, milking every drop from his cock as he lay back exhausted, heaving for every breath. He wiped the cum and sweat from his face as he felt Tommy move up off of him.

“Come on, let’s take a shower” Tommy whispered and Luke held up his hand getting Tommy to help him up and lead him to the bathroom.

***

Bobby had left campus as soon as his last class was over and drove straight to Bruce’s house. He had told his parents he was coming in the next morning which gave him Friday night to be with Bruce. He parked behind the house and bounded up the steps to the back door. It opened just before he reached it and Bruce stood in the doorway, naked, his body wet from a shower.

“You’re early” Bruce stated smiling at Bobby.

“Looks to me I’m right on time” Bobby replied sliding his hands around Bruce’s waist pulling their bodies together. They kissed till Bobby felt Bruce’s cock push against him and he sniggered at how quickly Bruce responded to him.

“Maybe you should let me come in” Bobby whispered as he pulled back enough to slip his hand down between them grasping Bruce’s cock.

Bruce let Bobby lead him through the house till they were standing beside the bed. Bobby pushed him down on the bed. He bounced up and down for a few seconds then fell still looking up at Bobby smiling down at him. He watched Bobby lift his t-shirt over his head revealing his body, the dark skin so smooth looking in the dim light of the room. Flawless, not a blemish in sight, Bobby’s chest and stomach flexed with the movements of his arms as he raised them over his head pulling the shirt off. The dark underarm hair was visible for a brief moment causing Bruce to remember all the times he had ran his fingers through it, the hairs so soft to the touch. He felt his arousal at the image before him, the muscular lean body, the way it reflected its form, the structure of it; the masculinity of it. He sat up on his elbows and watched as Bobby undid his jeans, worked them open. pushed them down and slipped each leg free. Bobby stood up wearing white boxer briefs, the contrast with his skin made them appear to glow. They bulged with Bobby’s arousal, cock stretched over to the right and pushing out obscenely.

“I’ve been hard most of the way home thinking about you” Bobby uttered as he slipped the boxer briefs down till they fell freely to this ankles. His cock rose up hard, the dark shaft arcing upward with its flared head already wet.

“I can see that” Bruce replied as he watched Bobby step out of them and move onto the bed over him.

Bobby straddled Bruce’s waist and pushed his slick cock against Bruce’s chest. He pumped his hips raking it upward till it pressed into the small hollow spot at the base of Burce’s neck. A trail of slickness was left in its path. He hugged Bruce around the head squeezing it tightly to his stomach letting Bruce feel him, the in and out of each breath taken and the soft smoothness of his skin. He felt Bruce inhaled knowing how there was something primitive in their scents to each other. Bruce held him by the waist and he felt the kiss on his stomach, gently touching the skin, lightly, over and over till he felt it snake into his navel making him snigger and push Bruce back. Bobby rose up on his knees and put his cock to Bruce’s lips, the head smearing its slickness across them. Bruce licked his lips then slipped them over the head and Bobby pushed forward, slowly, gently, watching as the dark shaft disappeared between Bruce’s lips.

“Oh…shit” Bobby uttered at the feel of his cock in Bruce’s mouth.

Bruce guided Bobby by the waist, guided him to work his hips slowly so he could feel Bobby move over his tongue and push to the back of his throat, slowly filling his mouth. He could taste him, feel the thickness of the shaft as it filled his mouth and he felt his own arousal by the way Bobby’s cock pushed into his throat. He had never been able to take another guy’s cock like this, not this deep into his mouth, but Bobby pushed him, drove him to want more and he let the cock work back and forth through this mouth till Bobby was quivering with need, his sac drawn up tight, so close to climax that he pulled free of Bruce’s mouth. It was too soon.

Bobby moved down and worked his ass over Bruce’s own erection, his hips grinding back and forth, undulating provocatively over Bruce till he was achingly hard, his cock leaking and Bobby rose up over him, took his cock and eased down on it. It amazed Bruce the ease at which Bobby took him, every time able to slide right down on it all the way. The way he was now doing, his body moving downward slowly and Bruce put his hands on Bobby’s waist and watched his cock disappear into Bobby’s hole. All too soon Bobby was riding him, roughly, up and down. The bed rocked and squeaked and it seemed to spur Bobby to fuck harder, to bounce on his cock and it made him push upward to meet every downward movement. Bobby began to sweat, his skin shiny in the dim light, slick and hot to the touch. Bruce ran his hands up Bobby’s chest and tweaked each nipple making Bobby cry out arcing his chest to the pain and pleasure. Bruce rose up and rolled Bobby over onto his back quickly getting into position between his legs.

Bruce began to fuck, to pump his hips up and down, this lean body hovering over Bobby, undulating with his movement. He thrust inward harder and harder, over and over and over, feeling is cock sink all the way into Bobby.

Bobby stretched out beneath him, arms out over his head and legs wrapped around Bruce’s legs. He looked up at Bruce, “Fuck me…Bruce…give it to me” he pleaded.

Bruce pushed inward all the way then raised his hips up high and drove inward again and again and again, feeling every inch of his cock penetrate Bobby. He moved down on top of Bobby chest to chest, his hips rising and falling with their fuck. The dim light reflected off their skin, so similar in tone, Bobby a little darker and more muscular, Bruce so lean, his movements so smooth, agile, sensuous with its undulating form moving on top of Bobby.

Bobby wrapped his arms around Bruce and moved his hands up and down the slick skin of Bruce’s back, feeling the flex of muscle and the heat of their contact. He felt Bruce’s lips touch his neck, move to his earlobe and then the gently erotic tug of teeth. He pushed upward taking with every thrust inward. His cock was rubbed by Bruce’s stomach, the way it heaved in and out and undulated made it ache for release and he worked his own body beneath Bruce, both of them frantic with their need.

“Oh fuck…I’m coming” Bobby uttered as he shuddered with each ejaculation.

Bruce felt the hot cum on his stomach the way it slickly smeared with their movements and he felt the spasm of Bobby’s ass with each ejaculation and he shoved inward, all the way ejaculating his own load deep inside Bobby.

***

It was nearly one thirty and the little diner in town was past its lunch time rush. Luke and Tommy came into the diner and scanned the room for a table or booth off to the side. Several were still occupied and they saw a few people give them a disapproving look but they saw just as many smile back at them nodding.

“Hey guys, you eating here or getting something to go” Cindy, one of the waitresses on shift asked coming up to them with menus in hand.

“We’re going to eat here. Can we have that booth in the corner?” Luke asked

“Sure, what can I get you to drink?”

“Sweet tea” Tommy replied taking the menus from her.

“The same” Luke added as the two of them moved away heading to the booth. The waitress was back at their table with their drinks and ready to take their orders. Tommy was always slow to decide and Luke waited patiently as he smiled up at Cindy.

“You guys picked a good time to come in. A few minutes earlier and you would be waiting. We were packed at lunch.”

“Really” Luke replied “I guess the nice weather has everyone out.”

“I wish I was able to have Saturday off” she replied then turned to Tommy who had laid the menu down obviously ready to order.

Orders written down Cindy headed to the wait station to put it into the kitchen. Luke leaned back and watched how Tommy sat up straight at the table his hair slightly messed up, perfectly so and he smiled at the memory of their morning in bed, messing around so long they were just now getting something to eat and it already the afternoon.

“I need to go by the elevator and see what my hours are next week. They told me yesterday they were adjusting them because one of the guys is on vacation all week” Bobby said breaking their silence.

“Okay, we can swing by on the way home.”

The door opened and they naturally looked up to see who it was assuming it would be someone they knew. Bruce was holding the door letting Bobby follow him in, the two of them looking as disheveled as Luke knew they had to look. Bruce and Bobby even had that same look on their faces and Luke knew they had spent the night together and was just getting out.

“Oh shit…that is who Bruce has been seeing” Tommy said sniggering. “I don’t believe it. Bobby of all people” he whispered to Luke.

“What do you mean” Luke asked but before Tommy could answer Bruce led Bobby up to their table.

“Hey guys. You’re having a late lunch too” Bruce said smiling down at Luke then over to Tommy.

“Yeah, I guess we are” Luke responded arcing one eyebrow upward as he looked up at Bruce.

“Can we join you?” Bruce asked.

Luke laughed and slide over, “Okay you guys sit down. Cindy we have guests” he called out and she nodded toward them acknowledging Bruce and Bobby.

They sat for nearly two hours talking and when they finally paid and strolled out the door Bruce and Bobby headed north toward Bobby’s car and Luke and Tommy headed south toward Tommy’s truck. There were plans to get together and events coming up they planned to attend together. It seemed so normal, surprising Bruce the most, but pleasing all four of them. Luke and Tommy passed a couple heading in the opposite direction and they greeted each other as they passed. A casual nod and hello, something so simple, so routine but for Tommy and Luke it was comforting. Tommy took Luke’s hand and gave it a squeeze as they walked the last short distance to his truck.

“You want to go down to the park before heading to the elevator?” Tommy said as they approached the truck.

“Yeah, that would be nice” Luke responded as they climbed into the truck.

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My house was almost the center of the community in the summer months. I had that magical prize called an in ground swimming pool. Not everyone in the neighborhood took advantage of the pool, there were a few homophobes, who held themselves aloof. However, by and large most of my neighbors had been in my backyard and pool. No complaints from me for the most part. Most of the men in my neighborhood were young professionals and in reasonably good shape. It was no hardship opening up the pool, when the side benefit, was seeing these Daddies, wet and half naked.

Over the years, the Fourth of July Block Party had slowly relocated to the cul de sac that ran in front my house. After the nieghbors who stuck around for the Fourth, came back from the Parade I propped open the gates to my back yard. The Daddies set up gazebos , grills, coolers and tables in the little park formed by the cul de sac, The Mommies filled said tables with potluck goodies. Usually a keg appeared. The kids played in the pool, Hell everyone pretty much played in the pool. The party generally went well into the evening, as we could see the fireworks at a local park, just fine from our alley.

This year a new family moved in. I didn’t really know them very well, but Danni, the wife showed up with her daughters in tow. ( I found out later that Danni was Alan’s second wife, and the oldest girl was her step daughter.) Alan I learned was a lawyer and would be by later. He had a demanding client, who apparently did not take time to celebrate the Fourth. As for me I sure hoped Alan would go for a dip in the pool. He was one hot, if somewhat older guy. Danni was younger by several years.

I’d gone into the house for a while and I came back out to spot Alan horsing around with the kids in the pool. So I’ll take this moment to describe Alan.

I estimate Alan was in his early forties. He did not seem much like a lawyer. He was mostly quiet and soft spoken. He was around five nine or ten. He had a fairly toned body. Black curly hair turning to steel, a salt and pepper goatee, and thick almost seventy style sideburns. Dark brown eyes, light skin, and pretty hairy. He looked Italian or Greek, except for the pale skin. Wide shoulders, nice chest, arms, and just a hint of paunch. He had one of those long torsos, on top of short sturdy legs. I am not an expert, but the whole long torso, short leg physique, always seem to create the nicest plump butts.

I must have been staring at that plump butt, clad in wet swim trunks a bit too hard.

” You checking out my husband, there, Rusty?” Danni was smirking at me. I could feel the flush of embarrassment, stain my face.

If Alan had an opposite it was Danni. Outspoken, and as my Grandma used to say, ” Full of Piss and Vinegar!” If Alan was conservative, Danni was anything but. Tiny, pretty, well stacked, and usually dressed to show off a beautiful bod.

She hooked her arm into mine and stared pensively at her husband. ” You can look all you want, Rusty, but remember he’s mine.” She grinned up at me, ” No touchy…..unless I say so!” With those mysterious words, she sauntered off to join some of the other neighborhood women.

Well, Alan was not the only hot man on display around my house, so I soon was distracted. I try not to stare too much, but I’m pretty comfortable with being gay. I figure if my looking bothered them, they wouldn’t be in my pool half naked.

Towards evening, the subject of my artwork came up. A couple of the neighborhood ladies, had filled in Danni, on the subject of some of my more risque paintings and drawings. Suddenly she was hinting broadly that she and Alan would like to see my art.

Dutifully I lead them up the back stairs to my studio over the garage. While I don’t make a living off art, it does pay for extras, like my house, my garage, studio, and that pool.

As a slightly tipsy Alan and a bubbly Danni looked through my portfolios, they expressed awe, at my artistic ability. Then Danni started frowning.

” Peg said you had some real naughty artwork up here too! I don’t see it! C’mon Rusty, can we see it Please!”

I shook my head. I should have never shown Peg my naughty paintings. I will always regret that action, caused by a few too many beers at a block party, when I first moved in. Tell Peg, tell the world.

” I don’t know what you are talking about,” I tried innocently.

Danni, pouted. ” Well. wait ’til I get a hold of that Peg!”

Shit! Cornered like a Rat! I couldn’t let her go out and accuse Peg of lying.

I hung my head. ” Wait, no…….she didn’t lie.” I sighed. ” I just don’t like to show them to anyone. Some of them are fairly hardcore!”

Danni, lit up, and I swear so did Alan. I held up a hand. ” Before I drag them out, let me warn you! Most of them are gay in nature!”

Danni rolled her eyes, grinning. ” Like we didn’t already figure that out!”

So, I pulled out the stacks of more hardcore drawings. Danni oohed , ahhed and giggled. Alan, seemed to study each one intently, but remained silent.

Then I pulled out the pictures of bondage paintings and drawings I’d done for special requests.

There is an old iron bed, I keep up in my studio. Several of the bondage pictures feature that old bed. I caught Alan, caressing a couple of drawings and looking wistfully over at the bed. I wondered what was going through his mind.

I couldn’t spend much more time in the studio. I had a yard full of Fourth guests. I gently eased Danni and Alan out the door and we rejoined the celebration in progress.

Frankly, I gave the whole incident little thought.

Out of the blue one day, Danni showed up on my doorstep. The reason for her visit. Dannia and Alan wanted to comission a painting. Not a family portrait, but a private more scandalous piece. After I heard what she wanted, I’ll admit I got a bit excited.

Seems, Alan and Danni, got very turned on by my bondage paintings. Apparently, Danni and Alan practiced a little Female on Male Domination.

The whole idea, of Alan being tied to a bed, while a gay guy, studied and reproduced his naked body on canvas, was a huge turn on. Part of it, was being forced to hold still for the time it took to paint the work. Part of it, was being at the mercy of some strange guy, given free rein to look at every exposed part of his body. Part of it was the humiliation of having his wife there watching. Then I think, there was a little thrill, of not knowing what exactly I would do.

Already in my mind, the painting was forming. Danni did not even flinch at the price I quoted. Nor did she balk at my request that both she and Alan sign a realease form. I keep copies of almost all of my paintings. I will do some without a release form, but I double my fee, since those are basically lost to me.

( I was a bit surpried, Alan being a lawyer, but perhaps knowing someone else had a copy was part of the thrill.)

The next Sunday, Alan and Danni showed up bright and early. I sat them down and went over my idea for the painting.

Since Alan was a lawyer, caught up in the beauracacy, I wanted to use colorful neckties to tie him down. I had found a small statue of Justice with her scales to put next to the bed. The idea behind the work being, that as a lawyer he was tied down by convention, etc.

After the pair agreed to the idea, I had them sign the form. Then I asked Alan to undress, while I went to a storage bin to drag out various colors of bedding. I would throw one on the bed, then have Alan sit on it, so I could see the contrast against his skin.

Being ordered around like that must have started Alan’s juices flowing. Soon he was sporting a very nice fat wood. I pretended not to notice, acting pretty much like he was just an object to be pushed around. I think that juiced him een more.

Finally, I decided on a color, I thought suited Alan’s skin. Danni and I, very carefully made up the iron bed, tucking it up very military style.

Then I gave Alan and Danni an option. Did they want the painting face up or face down. I was kind of hoping for face down. I would not have minded staring at what was a very shapely hairy ass. Danni voted for face up though. Sigh…..

I handed Danni the brightly colored ties and asked her to tie Alan up, the way they wanted him.

They totally surprised me.

I thought, they would go for the standard spread eagle across the bed.

Nope.

Danni started by tying his wrists to the head of the board. No surprise there.

Then she started knotting ties together. She looped one end around his ankles, another part around his knees, then drew her improvised rope through the top of the bedstead, until Alan’s hairy legs were drawn high and back.

Looking from the foot of the bed, Alan’s butthole was totally exposed.

Alan’s cock was so hard at this point, it looked liked the mythic steel bar.

His wasn’t the only hard dick in the room. ( Okay, sue me. I try to be professional, but Jeez, a totally hot, naked man, tied up on a bed, at the mercy of my eyes, if nothing else! I bet any gay would sport wood at that!”)

Danni, messed around a bit. She’d stand at the foot of the bed, look, then make adjustments, until she had Alan just the way, she wanted him.

Finally, she seemed satisfied. I just shook my head. It looked like a horribly uncomfortable set up, but , apparently this is what my customers wanted.

I took, Danni to various angles, so she could pick out her favourite. At this point, Alan was just so much furniture. Danni went for the most humiliating angle. Right from the foot of the bed, Alan’s most private spot on display.

Then I positioned my canvas and began my preliminary sketches.

Getting a feel for what they wanted, I asked Alan to look right at me. I was hoping to catch both the vulnerbility and the excitement in his eyes.

Once I got into the creating, my libido calmed down. Oh it flared up a bit. Especially, when I was staring into his hairy crack, trying to get his puckered hole just right. ( Did I mention, I am a total ass man?

There is just something about a man’s cheeks and hole that makes my dick go twang!)

Now, it occurs to me, that Danni and Alan were a bit more practiced at bondage, then previously expected. Even trussed up, I really didn’t expect Alan to hold position indefintely without fidgeting.

Yet, he barely even breathed for nearly two hours!

It wasn’t til I needed a break, that Alan got one. I got so involved in my art, I forgot the poor man. ( I get incredibly mono focused when I’m drawing or painting!)

Then I had a new problem. How were we ever going to get Alan back into position?

I shrugged and asked Danni to untie him. Danni, just shrugged. ” Leave him,” she said unconcerned. She smiled wickedly. ” You want this to come out right, don’t you Baby?”

Alan just nodded. Defeatedly.

I rebelled.

” I am not going to go take a break and leave him tied up!” I stated defiantly.

” Then, you untie him and tie him back up!” she snarked.

I marched right over and loosened the ankle, knee and wrist ties, letting Alan collapse on the bed. Then I stalked over to the mini fridge. I offered Alan a drink, ignoring Danni. She just smirked.

Alan did not even put his underwear on. He just sat there on the bed naked. His dick deflated some. I walked around some, working out the kinks. Then sighed. Time was wasting.

I ordered Alan to lay back on the bed.

He obediently lay back, arms overhead, knees and legs raised.

I fussed with the ties a while until I had him back in nearly the same position. As I hovered over his body. I could see, Alan quiver. I’d have thought he was uncomfortable, having me do the tying, except his dick was once again steely and leaking precum. I was sorely tempted to caress his body, but as I hadn’t been invited to, refrained.

At this point, the painting moved quick. It was just a matter of matching colors, and skin tones. The bulk of the shading could be done without Alan.

I declared myself satisfied with the days session.

I asked Danni to go untie her husband.

She shook her head in denial. ” Look at him, all tied up and vulnerable Rusty!” She sidled up to run a hand down my arm. I flinched. She laughed. She leaned in close. ” I watched you staring on the Fourth. You like the way my husband looks.”

She gave me another knowing look. ” I also know you got hard, watching me tie him up, and tying him up yourself.”

She looked down at my crotch. ” It was pretty obvious, you made quite a tent!”

She sauntered over to run a finger over Alan’s knee, down his thigh, over the curve of his hairy ass.

” You loved having Rusty stare at your ass hole, didn’t you Baby?” Alan’s face flamed red, but he agreed.

She continued to stroke his leg. ” I bet you’d love to have Rusty shove his big cock inside you, wouldn’t you?”

Alan nodded again.

She studied me a moment. ” Shame…. I’d like to stay and watch…….but I don’t think Rusty’s quite ready for that!”

She sauntered to the door. She turned and looked at me. ” You have my permission to plow my husband’s ass! No need to be gentle…….I’ll know, he’ll spill every detail when you get done with him!”

Then she was gone.

I was perhaps a bit in shock. I just stared at the closed door, for a moment or two. Then I slowly turned to at Alan. Alan, naked, tied up, vulnerable. Alan, who just had his wife give another man permission to ” Plow his ass!”

He very calmly returned my gaze. Took some iniative. ” You don’t have to do this Rusty.” he said gently. ” Danni, gets off on the idea of another man, sticking his cock in me! ” ” Do you do this alot?” I questioned softly. He shook his head. ” No, actually we never got this far.” He hesitated. ” We do the bondage thing when the kids are out. Sometimes, I just have to let someone else be in control. That led to talking about other fantasies, and Danni admitted she’d like to see me get fucked by a man.”

I studied him a bit. ” Okay, that’s Danni’s quirk. How do you feel about it?” He studied me back for a moment, then pointedly stared down at his very erect cock. I laughed softly. ” I guess that answers that!”

I studied him a bit longer, ” Ground rules?”

He turned red again. ” Just fucking. No kissing,…umm I don’t really want your cock in my mouth …..no strings. We do this, and then move on….” He looked up at me again.

” She will want me to describe everything……..We may want to try it again…. she’d want to watch…but would understand if you were not up for that.”

By now, I was painfully hard. It was so nasty. A wife, point blank giving me permission, to cram my dick, into her trussed up husband’s willing hole.

I went and sat on the edge of the bed. Ran my hands gently over his well haired arm, across his furred chest. I massaged a brownish nipple. Alan hissed and tried to arch his chest into my hand. the ties holding him in place. I ran my hand over his hairy belly, dipping in and circling his navel. I skipped going lower, diverting my hands to roam his heavy, now straining thighs. I explored his calf, his ankles, then gently massaged his feet.

Alan’s eyes were closed, his breathe heavy. I crept onto the bed, positioned myself between his tied back legs. I ran both hands down his thighs, until they settled at the juncture of his groin.

Alan’s hard cock, jerked, another ooze of cum, beading in it’s slit, then escaping down his skin.

I stared into the depth of his hairy crack, orienting on his brownish pink pucker. As if feeling my gaze, it spasmed slightly open, then closed.

It dawned on me, I was in control here. I could do with this man as I wished. I gave into temptation, and lowered my face. My beard, scuffed across his roiling nutsack. Lower still, until it was scraping against that quaking hole. I opened my mouth to taste him. At the first touch of my wet tongue, Alan whimpered and strained against his bonds. I looked up, over his drooling dick, to see his eyes fastened wildly on my face. I surmised he’d never been rimmed before. I tried to keep eye contact, as I ran my wet tongue over his hole. Eyes, still fastened on mine, widened in disbelief. His breath was coming in hard. I began to wet his hole, tongue swirling digging, and his body arched, straining in his bondage. Alan was whimpering in need, fresh spurts of precum, running down his jerking cock.

Afraid he would cum before I got to plug him, I left off his hole and dragged myself up his body.

Alan’s eyes widened in protest, Perhaps thinking I was going for a forbidden kiss. He was slick with sweat, as my fully clothed body slid up his naked one, my chest even with him, our hard dicks, my hard cock bulging in my rough jean shorts,chafing the sensitive skin of his drooling one. His bound legs bracketting my body.

Instead of the feared kiss, I rested my body on his and fumbled in the bedside drawer.

I pulled out a condom.

I slid back down and raised myself up. I kept my eyes locked on his. Unzipped to release my straining cock. Pulled my shorts down to give me freedom of movement. Opened the foil and began slipping the prelubed rubber on my seven inch, uncut cock.

He broke his eyes away, to rest on my now sheathed cock, jutting up, just behind his. His tongue came out and ran over his lips.

I pushed his legs back a bit more, than dribbled a load of spit into his crack. Although already wet from tasting him, I thought a bit more wouldn’t hurt.

As I nestled the head of my cock against his wildly quaking hole, I looked back into his face. He was biting his lip. Waiting for the invader pressed against his opening.

“Hard or gentle,” I whispered. ” I need it to hurt!” he moaned. ” I need it all at once!”

Instructions recieved, I forced my fat seven inch cock into him, stretching his hole slowly, yet not stopping, until I was buried as deeply as I could go. Tears sprang into his eyes, still he didn’t ask me to stop. I held myself still , buried inside Alan. Lost myself, in the feeling of his body reacting to invasion. His whole body seemed to be quaking, his eyes wide, breathless whimpers slipping from his mouth.

I worried, I’d gone too fast, maybe hurt him too much, when he began writhing on the pole, I’d pinned him with. He was grinding against my pelvis, making my cock stir his insides. He was panting small whispered words.

“Fuck me! Fuck me! Pound me! Pound me!” the words spilled out like a mantra. ” Punish my ass! I need it Hard! Make me Scream!”

I drew almost all out, then deep dicked him. His insides clenched at my cock. Still he wanted more and harder. I began to brutally plow into him. Holding his bound legs for leverage I began to slam inside him, rocking the whole bed with my thrusts. He begged for more, his mantra, almost sobs. Soon I was pulling all of the way out and slamming right back inside his hole. Somehow my dick never missed his hole. His hard dick and balls bounced with every slam. He strained against his bonds, trying to meet every thrust.

Then he let out a roar, and he shot cum into the air. It flew in a wet arc, over his head, onto his face, his chest and his belly!

His body spasmed around my dick, and with my own strangled yell, I pushed myself inside him as far as I could go, my own orgasm, coursing through my body!

I collapsed across him, shudders racking me as I seemed to shoot shot after shot of cum into the condom.

It seemed an eternity we lay there gasping and shaking from the violence of our orgasms. My hips were still jerking, moving my cock inside of him.

Finally I found the strength, to rear my body back. I happened to look down as my mostly hard dick pulled free of his ass.

For a moment I saw his hole gape open wide, before his ass eased shut. Alan’s face was turned away from me, his chest heaving. Quietly, I began loosening the ties from his legs, his ankles, and finally his wrists.

I swung over to sit on the edge of the bed. Alan rolled to face away from me. I got the feeling he was dealing with complicated emotions. Finally he sat up, got up, and came around to sit beside me.

” Intense!” he muttered. ” Just plain fucking intense!” I nodded in agreement. He shook his head., ” Wow….. How am I ever going to find the words to tell Danni?” ” You okay?” I asked. ” ” Oh …Yeah! My ass hurts like hell, but I feel incredible just the same! I got just what I begged for!”

He gave me a one armed man hug, then staggered to his feet. ” Gotta go!” , he muttered. ” Danni will be waiting for me…..She’s gonna cream, when I tell her what it was like!” He grinned at me ruefully. ” You know…..Danni’s never gonna rest now, until she talks you into letting her watch you pound me?”

I rubbed the bridge of my nose. ” Yeah……Well not really my thing……..But tell her maybe…..Just maybe, I’ll do it!”

Meeting Transsexual Victoria

I had always fantasized about being with a transsexual, but never had the guts to pursue it. I had responded to several Craigslist ads to meet a tranny but after only a few messages, I usually became overly nervous and I never went through with it. However, there was one Craigslist ad that simply said, “Satisfaction Guaranteed.” The photos she posted were great. She looked to have a pretty face, nice boobs, and a great body. So, I decided to respond like all the other, but in her message back, she seemed to be personable.

In my email back, I tried to start with small talk but she wasn’t into any small talk, instead she referred me to her website. I was attracted to her and when I went to her website she had a photo gallery, a bio page, and even a page with rates and reviews.

Her name was Victoria, she was 5’6″ tall and it said she weighed about 130 pounds. She looked to be Latina, with long wavy dark brown hair, and a great shape. Her website listed her rates and she ensured that there would be no time constraints, because she wanted to make sure customers where fully satisfied. I continued to want to meet her, fantasizing about being with her, and I looked at her photos often.

I tried to contact her again through email to find out where she lived and what her schedule was like and in her reply, she told me where she live, which happened to be close to where I worked, and she gave me a phone number to call when I was ready to meet. I was nervous; I wanted to meet her, but I was scared to call, but finally I got up the nerve to telephone her, but what should I expect. The phone rang and rang and when the phone picked, I had to leave a message. 

I immediately felt disappointed, but soon my phone was ringing; she had called me back and introduced herself. She explained she screened calls and as we talked she asked what I was looking for. The conversation  only lasted a short while, but I did explain that I had never done this before. She tried to reassure me that she would be patient and she guaranteed I would enjoy it. She finished by again suggesting that I call when I am ready to meet.

I said, ‘ Okay,” and she told me, “Hope to see you soon.”

When we hung up, I was ready to meet her and I considered what would be a good day and a time to get together. I decided to try to schedule something for that Friday afternoon, after work. It would be easy to head over there after work and it was the weekend. 

The next day I called to set up something and again I had to leave a message, in which she returned my call almost immediately. I told her who I was and Victoria said, “Oh yea, I remember, you’re the one that had ever done this, right.” 

I told her, yea and express when I wanted to come by. She paused and then said, “I think that’ll work, sure.” 

She then asked if I knew how much the donation was and I replied, “Oh yea,” and she followed by telling me the address and the apartment number too. Victoria also told me where I should park and told me to call when I was on my way. I told her okay and expressed my excitement to finally be meeting her. 

She paused briefly and replied, “Me too, see you Friday, be sure to call me.” 

I said, “Okay,” and we hung up. 

When Friday came around, I was nervous but excited too, and when my day was over, I called her as I headed out. I again had to leave a message, but she called right back. I answered and told her I was on my way. She said, “Okay, I’ll be here.” It didn’t take long before I was at her apartment building, parking my car, and heading up to her apartment. I took a deep breath and knocked. Victoria answered in a low cut, lacey negligee and I said, “Hi,” about the same time she did. We smiled at one another and she asked me in. Victoria closed the door behind and told me to go ahead and have a seat. I went over to the couch, sat down and waited for her. It was hard to believe but she was more attractive than her photos. She sat next to me and asked if I had the donation. I replied yes, and as I started to take out the envelope with the cash, she stood up. Victoria told me to go ahead and leave it on the coffee table and motioned for me to follow her into the bedroom. I quickly threw the envelope on the table and followed. She held the door waiting for me and then closed the door once I was in. She was so hot, sexy in her negligee and as she approached me, she asked if I liked her and told me to not be nervous. She kissed me on the cheek and then we kissed each other on the lips, eventually French kissing and feeling on each other. Victoria now started to take off my shirt and gradually moved us over to the bed. She pinched and sucked my nipples and then had me sit down on the edge of the bed. Victoria now backed up and did a strip tease, taking off her negligee and feeling on her boobs. She had great boobs. They looked so firm and she had nice little nipples too. Her body was tight and she did have a great ass too. She kept her panties on but her cock bulged forward, wanting to get out. Victoria told me to lie back on the bed and she started to rub my cock through my jeans and then proceed to undo my jeans, pulling them off. As she did my boxer practically came off too, but I quickly grabbed them, not letting them come down. Victoria cast my pants aside and then took off my boxers, casting them aside too. My cock wasn’t hard, but she quickly started by fondling it and eventually sucking it. It felt so good as she sucked my cock, which immediately got hard in her mouth. Victoria now stopped and climbed up on the bed so she was right next to my face. She pulled her panties to the side letting her cock hang right in my face. As she inched closer, she took hold of it trying to entice me and asking me if I wanted to suck it. I did, but I was nervous to try it. 

She continued to push her cock in my face and on my lips, until I finally took her cock in my mouth. Her cock was big and as she pushed her cock in and out of my mouth it grew harder and harder. I wanted to taste her cum and I think she wanted to cum too, but she suddenly stopped, taking her cock out of my mouth and moving down to suck my cock. After only a little bit, she stopped sucking my cock and as she looked at me, she asked what I wanted to do. 

I paused to think and told her I wanted to fuck her. She said ok and before she could finish I told her I also wanted her to fuck me. Victoria smiled, then reached over grabbing a condom off the nightstand, handing me it and proceeded to get on all fours in the middle of her bed. As I positioned myself behind her and put the condom on she handed me some KY. Her butt hole looked so tight and after applying KY to my cock, I fingered her little hole with it too. Victoria moaned and said, “Oh yea, put it in me.” I inched closer and she spread her legs apart allowing me better access. Her ass was so nice and as I started to push my cock in her ass, she pushed back too. My cock slipped in fairly easy and as I started to fuck her, she remarked, “Oh yea, that feels so good, cum in me.” We moved back and forth in unison, my cock pumping her ass and we started slapping against each other. I was soon going to cum and as I got close to cumming, I tried to hold her close and told her to stop. My cock started to throb inside her and she could feel it too. Victoria kept moving back and forth as I came and being out of breath, I leaned forward, kissing her on the back and reaching around feeling on her boobs. As I took my cock out of her ass, she took hold of my cock and took off the condom and dropped it on the floor. We kissed and she remarked how nice it felt and asked what I thought. I told her it was great, but before I could finish she motioned for me to get on all fours now. She wanted to fuck me now, and as I moved to the middle of the bed and I watched her put a condom on her cock and move around behind me, positioning herself right between my legs. I wanted to feel her in me and as she inched closer she told me to relax. I nodded and she smeared KY on my hole, and started to finger my ass. Victoria gently fingered my ass at first and then gradually wiggled her finger in my ass to relax my hole before she tried to put her cock in me. She remarked, “You are so tight, I want to be in you.” She stopped finger my ass and as she moved closer, I could feel her starting to push her cock in me. It hurt and when I told her she simply started to wiggle her cock while she tried to push it in me. It felt good, but hurt all the same; I wanted her in me, so I tried to relax. 

Victoria continued to move her cock in and out, stopping to wiggle it around from time to time. She soon was deep inside me and as she started to fuck me, it continued to hurt, but I wanted to feel her cum in me. Her cock felt big in me, especially when she pushed deep in me, it hurt causing me to rise up from time to time. Eventually I could her she was breathing hard and suddenly she stopped pumping my ass and said, “I’m cumming.” I could feel her cock jerking inside me and as she started to slowly fuck me again; I knew she had cum in me. She then took her cock out of me briefly and immediately put it back in me, fucking me again. She leaned forward, forcing me flat on my stomach, and tried to move his cock in and out again. Victoria kissed me on the side of my neck and whispered, “That was great,” as she slowly took her cock out of my ass. I watched as she took the condom off, and shaking it in front of me, showing me how much cum there was eventually dropping it on the floor and laying next to me rubbing my ass and kissing me. It did feel really good, but eventually we got out of bed, got dressed and I left. 

We kissed at the door and Victoria said, “Anytime you want to play, let me know,” and as we kissed again, I nonchalantly groped her tits one last time and left. I haven’t been back, but continue to look for the opportunity to be with someone like her, without spending the money.

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Journal Entry #2

My cock was throbbing with the remnants of his mouth around my wet shaft. I could feel my heartbeat pounding as he looked up at me with the most amazing smile I have ever seen. His mouth was soaked with spit and my precum and I just wanted to taste it all. I leaned down to him as my dick rested on his lap as I kissed his moist, warm lips. My body was shaking and I could feel my balls completely full of hot cum and it was damn near close to blowing out of my cock hole just seconds ago. We finished our kiss and he looked me in the eyes with a deep intent. He spoke softly, “I want to feel you inside.” Shocked, I leaned in closer and whispered in his ear, “are you sure baby?” He shook his head with excitement and stood back up. He rubbed his fingertips against my cock and I felt my flowing precum rub off onto his fingers. He lifted his hand up to his mouth and licked my sweet precum off of his fingertips. I felt a surge of primal sexual energy and I grabbed his shoulders.

His hard shoulders felt like perfection in my hands but I couldn’t enjoy them any longer. I wanted to feel my cock inside of my best friend for the very first time and this was my moment. I pushed him down on the bed as his hard throbbing dick bounced off of his flat abs. I reached onto his dick and jerked him for a few seconds and leaned in to kiss his balls. I could feel his body quiver and he gently spoke, “I’m ready, give me your cock. I want you to fuck me…put it all inside.” I was in a sexual high as I pulled a condom from my basketball shorts on the floor. I rolled it onto my wet shaft as it snugly fit onto my eight inch dick.

For a brief moment, I paused to appreciate this beautiful sight in front of me. His hard abs and soft nipples were delightful. I’ve never wanted to kiss someone’s body so much before but his made me want to lick every single part. He looked so young but so mature with a man’s chest and abs, but he also had very little body hair at all. He shaved his cock and balls so smoothly it was almost baby soft. Rubbing his body could make a man cum without any jerking at all. His ass was smooth and wonderful. It was so inviting to my cock and he wanted all eight inches deep into his asshole.

I grabbed my shaft and teased his asshole with my cockhead. He quietly moaned and whispered, “Oh yes, stick it in.” I pushed my cock in slowly and gently as I saw the combination of pain and ecstasy on his face. His ass was tight and I knew this was gonna be a squeeze for my big cock. He moaned much louder and motioned for me to stick it in further. I grabbed his hips and pushed my dick in deeper. He let out a loud moan and I stopped. He looked up at me and laughed, “It feels good now but just leave it in this deep for a minute or so.” I smiled and grabbed his cock. He closed his eyes as I jerked his hard meat faster and faster. After a minute, he grabbed my ass and pulled me in closer. I felt my shaft go in all the way to my balls and he screamed out. I waited for a few seconds and pulled back. He looked me in the eyes and said, “Don’t stop. Just fuck me. I want this, it’s gonna feel so good soon.” I couldn’t control myself and started to fuck his sweet ass gently.

After a few minutes he started to moan with pleasure. My sexual frustrations were being satisfied and I wanted to go harder. As my dick pounded his asshole harder and harder, his moaning became louder than ever before, “Oh fuck…fuck…yes….pound my ass, fuck me harder.” I grabbed his cock again and started jerking it as I was fucking his tight ass. I could feel the precum running out of his dick hole and I loved the juicy sound it made as I jerked and fucked. His resistance was becoming weaker as I could see his face just about ready to cum. I could also feel my cock tensing up and my balls filling with an overflow of my sweet cum. I pulled out before I wasted my load inside of the condom and fell onto his hard body. My lips brushed his and I could feel our exhausted cocks rubbing on each other. I reached down and pulled the condom off. I started to grind our cocks together and I felt the mix of our precum covering our cocks and abs. We were completely soaked with sweat and precum as we made out during the best night of our lives. More will come in my next journal entry.

Long distance romance

Several weeks ago, I met a girl online. It was through a paid web-cam site and she was more than just a girl; she was a transsexual; a very attractive and passable girl with a great body. She went by the name of Cassie and eventually we became very attracted to one another; talking online, sharing photos, and watching each other cam-to-cam. Cassie was about 5’5″, weighed about 120 pounds, with dark hair, dark eyes, a pretty face, especially when she smiled, great boobs with hard little nipples, nice legs, and a great ass. We talked and pretended to have sex with one another as we watched each other. We did chat a few times on the phone but using the internet was less expensive and being able to see each other was our favorite. It soon became apparent that we needed to meet face to face, but how. It was becoming an obsession, wanting to be with her and it was reaching the point that we both wanted to meet each other in person. The problem was that she didn’t have a passport to travel and it was a 14 hour plane trip to the Philippines, which would cost upwards of twelve hundred dollars. I had to consider if the obsession was worth the money and time, especially if it was only a sexual fixation. However, the wanting to be with her eventually had me buying that plane ticket to see her, but once purchased, I became apprehensive. I was nervous, but I had to go through with it now. At first, she was not exactly sure I was coming, but finally she realized I was coming in the next few weeks, she seemed to become very excited to have me visit. I arranged to only stay a few days just in case it didn’t work out and as we talked and both longed for the day when I would be flying out, we continued to play online cam-to-cam and continued to talk about what we would do when I finally got there. As the days went by, I think Cassie continued to question whether I was actually going to come, but the day finally came for me to fly to the Philippines. It was going to be a long flight, and I did have a brief layover in Hawaii before continuing to Manila in the Philippines, but finally after 14 plus hours, I was there. When I stepped off the plane, I was directed through customs and eventually made my way to baggage claim and ground transportation. This was where we decided to meet and I worried whether she would be there or if I was going to be on my own. As I proceeded toward the people waiting to meet other people, Cassie and I made eye contact. She looked just as she did online and as I walked toward her, she smiled. Cassie was wearing a white top and a short skirt, and her smile made me smile too. I eventually said, “Hi, Cassie?” She nodded her head and we immediately hugged and kissed each other. We quickly continued out of the airport and she guided me toward a taxi that was waiting. She had the driver drive and as we got in Cassie snuggled up to me. We were soon on the highway heading into town and Cassie told me it wasn’t going to be a long drive. We talked as we drove and continued to feel on each other. She tried to point out sites from time to time along the way and soon we got off the highway, eventually ending up in a small neighborhood with several apartment buildings. We pulled up to a one and Cassie said, “We’re here.” We soon got out of the taxi and hurried inside. As we entered her apartment, Cassie and I moved toward the sofa, kissing and feeling on each other as we sat down. Cassie then had us stop and suggested showing me her place. As we got up and moved down a short hall, we proceeded into her bedroom and as we did, Cassie closed the door behind us, moved over and sat on her bed and I quickly sat next to her. She told me how glad she was that I came to see her and lean over, hugging me. We kissed as passionately and deeply as we had ever fantasized about doing online. We were soon feeling on each other as we continued kissing. Her body felt as good as I had imagined and she seemed to enjoy feeling on me too. Cassie started trying to pull my shirt off as we continued to make out and I obligingly took off my shirt and then took off her top of too. I now started sucking her neck and feeling on her boobs. Her boobs felt great and now I started to gradually move down, kissing her chest until I was eventually started to tongue and suck her nipples. She held my head against her boobs and made moaning sound as I continued to fondle and tongue her nipples. I then stood up and taking her hand I guided her to stand too; continuing to kiss and feel on each other, I began to undo my shorts, letting them slip down to the floor. We kissed and Cassie now went down on me, mouthing my now hard cock through my boxers, and eventually she took them off. She looked up at me briefly and watched as she slowly began stroking my cock, ultimately taking my cock in her mouth. It felt so good and I didn’t want her to stop, but suddenly she stood up and we kissed again and as Cassie again tried to move back down to suck my cock, I stopped her. She asked, “What’s wrong.” I didn’t say anything instead I simply kissed her as I slowly took off her little skirt and panties and had her lay on the bed. Her body was such a turn on as I climbed onto the bed with her, kissing and rubbing against her. Cassie then pushed me onto my back and climbed on top of me, and as she straddling me, she said, “I want you in me.” She leaned over toward the nightstand, grabbed a tube of KY. I was nervous and as she reached out, her hard cock rubbed up against my stomach and chest, and I soon realized I didn’t have a condom. I became very nervous, but as she soon leaned back again straddling me, and she flipped open the tube of KY, I watched as she squeezed some on her hand and ribbed it on my cock. Cassie now reached around herself and smeared KY on her tight little hole too. My cock was hard and as she took hold of my cock, I continued to worry about not having a condom. I wanted to fuck her and as she took hold of my cock, it felt so good as she leaned forward to kiss me and softly said, “I am so glad you’re here.” We passionately kissed again, but soon she leaned back, and guided my cock as she sat back, I could feel my cock against her tight little hole and as I watched her face, I could feel my hard cock slowly going in her. I could tell by her face that it was hurting but she continued to slowly try to get my cock in her. I reached out taking hold of her boobs as she slowly let my cock enter her ass. Cassie started to slowly move up and down on my cock and by her face I could see she was ok now with me in her. It felt so good in her ass and as I continued to watch her face, as she leaned forward letting my cock glide in and out of her ass more easily. I tried to watch as my cock slid all the way in her ass, but Cassie leaned forward kissing me, continuing to move up and down. As she started moving back and forth and up and down on my cock, it felt really good and I forget about not having a condom on as I tried to match her movements, wanting to cum. She leaned back on my cock relishing the feel of my cock way in her and as she leaned forward again, Cassie kissed me and said, “Cum in me, I want to feel you cum in me.” She rocked back and forth on my cock and as we continued to make love, I grabbed her ass. It felt so good and I wanted to cum in her. As I got close to cumming, I moved my hands to caress her boobs again, but then took hold of her ass trying to stop her by holding down on my cock but she kept moving up and down. Out of breath, she said, “Cum in me.” I then said, “I going to cum.” and as I did, I thrust my hips up and she leaned back forcing my cock deep in her ass. My cock was now jerking inside her as I was cumming. It felt so good to cum in her and I think she felt the same way because as I looked up at her, Cassie smiled, leaned forward and we kissed. I had cum, filling her tight little ass and as she leaned forward to kiss me, I could feel cum dribbling down my balls as it started to seep out of her ass. As we kissed, I gently grabbed her hips, gradually move her up and down again on my cock. As my cock went limp in her, it slipped out of her and Cassie then slowly lifted off of me and lay next to me on the bed. We got under the covers, continuing to kiss and feel on each other, and eventually found myself holding her cock, and slowly stroking it. I softly told her that it felt good and pausing, Cassie said, “I want to cum for you.” I kept stroking her hard cock as we kissed. Cassie then laid on her back and tried to push my head down to suck her cock. As she pushed my head down, I kissed and tongued her nipples and she asked me to suck her cock. I had never done that before but I wanted to try it, but again, no condom. Cassie continued to slowly guide me down to suck her cock and as I took her cock into my mouth, she took hold of my head with both hands pushing me down on her hard cock. I started by kissing and mouthing her cock, ultimately taking her all the way in my mouth. I stroked her cock, wanting her to cum as I kept sucking; she told me how good it felt, but she soon took hold of my head and pulled my off her cock out. I looked up at her and looking back at me she told me she wanted to fuck me. I again tried to continue sucking her hard cock but she pulled me off again, stopping me and said, “I want to be in you.” She sat up eventually getting on her knees, taking her hard cock in her hand. Cassie motioned for me to lie on my stomach on the bed and she quickly positioned herself behind me, rubbing my back and ass. She eventually spread my ass and touching my tight little hole. When I flinch, she told me to relax as she slowly started to finger and tongued my ass some more. It felt good and as she reached for the KY again, I felt her hard cock rubbing against my ass and leg. I worried again about being fucked without a condom but as she positioned herself behind me again, I could hear her flip open the tube of KY, squeezing some out in her hand and rubbing it on her cock. She now told me to relax as she spread my ass and dabbed some on it. She gently started to push a finger in my ass, making me pull away slightly. She continued to finger my ass and told me to relax as she spread my legs slightly. I could feel her positioning herself right between my legs and directed my to get on my knees. As I did, she rubbed her cock in the crack of my ass, occasionally pushing the head of her cock against my hole. I tensed up and she again told me to try to relax as she pushed on my back telling me to put my head down on the pillow. As I did this I could feel her trying to push her cock into my ass. At first it felt good, but as she pushed further it started to hurt and I rose up, pulling away, which caused her cock to slip out. She again rubbed my ass and told me to relax. I knew it would only hurt for a little bit; until her cock was all the way in. I nodded my head and she again started to push her cock in my ass. The pain of her in me was causing me to pull away, so I tried desperately to relax. Cassie felt me try to pull away and she held my close telling me to relax. We didn’t move for a little bit and the pain did subside, but there was still a dull aching as she again pushed her cock in me further. Cassie was now in me all the way and leaning forward, she kissed me on the back. She started to move her cock in and out of me, which again caused me some pain but it was bearable as I continually tried to relax as she fucked me. It started to feel good and she tried to show me to move back and forth by guiding our movements. My cock was hard again as she fucked my ass and she reached around stroking my cock briefly. I wanted her to cum in me now and she must have been close, because I could hear she was breathing became labored as she moved her cock in and out faster. Suddenly I felt her stop and as I tried to keep moving, she pulled me close and told me to stop. She was obviously cumming in me and I felt her cock throbbing inside me as her cum now filled me. It felt good knowing she had cum in me and as she tried to fuck me again she pushed me flat on my stomach and shoving her cock deep in me one last time. Cassie now withdrew her cock slowly letting it slip out of my ass. She now gently spread my ass cheeks to look at my gapping hole, letting cum slowly dribble out. Being turned on, she gently fingered my ass, which felt good and as I relaxed more cum began to slowly ooze out of me. She leaned pushing her cock against me again, trying to put it in me again and unable to she kissed me and said how glad she was that I came to see her. I turned onto my side and she lay next to me so we could hold each other. Cassie suggested that we take a shower before going to the kitchen to eat. As we got out of bed, Cassie took my hand, led me toward the bedroom door, and told me to be very quiet. She opened the door, peered out, and we quietly snuck across the hall and into the bathroom. Cassie closed the door and locked it this time and then turned on the shower. She tested the temperature, went in and motioned for me to follow her. As I got in, I felt on her ass and reaching around fondling her boobs as she leaned into the water to get wet. We soaped each other up and as we rinsed off, we started to make out in the shower. Suddenly, there was a knock came to the bathroom door and then her mom said something in Filipino. It must have been to tell us that dinner was ready, because Cassie replied, “Okay,” and told me that her mom wanted us to come to dinner. We quickly got of the shower, dried off, snuck back across to Cassie’s room, dressed, and then headed out to the kitchen. As we ate, we talked, and occasionally smiled at each other, making eyes at each other. When dinner was over, we decided to take a walk, but it was getting late and being tired we returned to the house and went back into the bedroom. As Cassie closed the door behind us, I sat on the bed and told her how tired I was, in which she simply nodded and sat next to me. She tried to help me take off my shirt and we then both stood to take off all our clothes. Cassie turned the bed back and we climbed in together. We made out briefly, Cassie again told me how glad she was that I was there and in turn I told her I was glad to finally be with her too. She hugged me and as she massaged my back, I fell asleep. When I woke the next day, Cassie was still there, looking at me as I slept. She leaned over, kissed me and asked if I slept ok. I nodded, yes and we kissed again. Cassie asked if I was hungry, which I replied, “Yes, I’m hungry … for you.” She smiled and as we kissed again. I felt on her boobs and she immediately grabbed for my cock, stroking it. Cassie now went down, under the covers and started to suck my cock. It felt good and I didn’t want her to stop, but after a short time, she did and returned back up to kiss me. Cassie then said, “I want you in me again.” In which she threw the covers back and lay on her back, grabbing my arm, motioned for me to get up. She had her legs spread and was pulling on her cock and fingering herself as I got on my knees in front of her. She then reached over for the KY, opened it, and handed it to me. I smeared some on my cock and on her tight little hole. She pulled a pillow under her ass and lifted her legs, coaxing me to fuck her. It was so inviting seeing her in this position, I quickly inched myself toward her. I slowly pushed my hard cock in her, which seemed to go in fairly easily this time. Face-to-face, I watched Cassie’s face and could tell it was hurting, as she reached out, pushing on my stomach to slow down. I kept slowly pushing my cock into her ass and soon I was all the way in her. Cassie reached up, took me by the neck, and pulled me down to kiss her. She then said, “Cum for me.” I watched and could hear as my cock slid in and out of her ass, wanting to cum, continuing to fuck her tight little ass. Her hard cock seemed to bounce on her stomach as we fucked. I took hold of it and stroked in occasionally. It felt so good and I was soon close to cumming. I leaned forward, kissed her, and told her I was going to cum. I then held my cock deep in her, cumming deep inside her again. I slowly took my cock out of her and squeezed cum out of my cock letting it dribble onto her stomach. I quickly pushed my cock back in her again and leaned forward kissing her, thrusting my cock in and out of her a few times. I now withdrew my limp cock from her ass and watched as cum leaked out of her ass. Lying next to her, Cassie took my hand and guided my hand to take hold of her cock. She was hard and I knew what she wanted as she had me rubbing her cock. As I looked at her she smiled and said, “I’m so glad you’re here.” We kissed and said, “I want to be in you again.”

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NEIGHBOR

By Simon Traum

Will left yesterday morning, slipping away before the sky was light, back to his own house. Jake knew he probably wouldn’t see the boy again, was grateful he’d gotten a final evening with him. Will’s starting college in another state. They both knew this would happen eventually. Nothing worth getting upset over.

Work has been uneventful. Coming home, Jake, a 38-year-old bachelor, has the house to himself. No one else to get in the way. Didn’t feel like going for a run tonight. Cold leftovers out of the fridge, bad tv ignored, jabbering to itself in the corner to keep him company. Lying around in his boxers, listless. Nothing to look forward to.

He’s skirting the edges of sleep when the doorbell rings. With a reluctant groan, Jake hauls himself out of the plush sofa’s gravitational pull and plods to the door. What the hell time is it? Okay, still kind of early, but who would be ringing – shit, now they’re knocking – after sundown?

Jake puts his eye to the viewhole. A distorted, fish-eye’s view of a large, bear-like silhouette, lit from behind by the front yard’s lights. Jake forgot to put on the porch light. His hand brushes over the wall plate, causing the light to blaze on, throwing its yellow illumination over the figure, who steps back in surprise, blinking. It’s an older man, bearded, hair starting to turn gray in spots, but still powerfully-built. Jake recognizes him suddenly.

It’s his neighbor, Dan, from down the street. Dan, the fireman.

Will’s father.

Hmmm. This might not be good. Then again, the guy’s always been friendly when they’ve encountered each other. It’s been sort of a given that Will had more sense than to tell anyone about his arrangement with Jake. Well, he can’t pretend he’s not home now that he’s flashed the porch light in the poor guy’s face. Just have to open up and try to bluster through it. Take a deep breath.

Jake opens the door before recalling that he’s almost naked. It’s the blast of cold air that reminds him. Dan, for his part, stops dead on the doorstep, taken aback by the sight of Jake, standing there in his underwear. “Hold on,” Jake shouts, sprinting back to his abandoned bathrobe and seizing it. By the time, he returns to the front entrance, the other man’s found his way inside, shutting the door behind him.

Dan’s drunk. Jake can smell it as soon as he gets within range. Whiskey fumes emanate from his pores, like the guy’s been soaking in a bathtub full of stale bourbon. He’s never seen Dan like this.

“Dan,” he says, unsure how to continue.

“Jake, right?”

Jake nods.

The other man leans his considerable bulk against the wall, backlit again. Jake can’t see his face, but he can hear him panting softly.

“Sorry to bother ya.,” the dark figure slurs. “Can see this’sa bad time…” His voice trails off.

“Are you all right?” Jake asks, becoming more anxious.

“Just turned fifty,” comes the hoarse reply. The shadowed head twists up and over toward Jake, scrutinizing him. Jake feels uncomfortably vulnerable again. What’s this guy doing here? “Had a little relapse,” his neighbor mumbles. “It happens.”

“Well, look,” Jake tries awkwardly to come to the point. “Can I help you with anything?”

Dan takes two toddler-like steps closer to Jake and into the light of the living room. His rheumy blue eyes nail Jake to the spot he’s standing on, shocking him with their intensity. Jake can’t look away, but Dan’s gaze drops after a second or two. “Nah,” he shakes his head, dropping that as well now. “Just need some rest. M’outta practice. Don’ gimme any more ta drink.” He begins to slide slowly down the wall he’s braced himself against. “Fuck, m’a mess…”

“Shit,” Jake says under his breath, quickly placing himself between Dan’s slumping body and the wall in an attempt to keep him upright; he knows he won’t be able to lift him if he slides down to the floor. Dan has enough presence of mind to sling one arm around Jake’s shoulders, and the two of them make it to Jake’s couch where Dan collapses, inert, trapping Jake’s arm and one half of his bathrobe underneath him. Jake hears the fabric tear resoundingly. “Shit,” he whispers again. There’s nothing for it but to let it go.

Jake pries his right arm out with some effort from between Dan’s bulk and the cushions, then turns around to slip out of the other sleeve, letting the remaining cloth fall over his snoring neighbor like a blanket. The guy’s looking quite comfortable now, turned over on his side with the coat wrapped around him. Jake stands a pace away, watching the other man. He has no idea how long he stands there, but it isn’t long before he notices that the shitfaced firefighter unconscious on his couch is rather attractive when he’s sleeping. Cute. Peaceful.

Not for long, though. Dan’s breathing changes and his eyelids flutter. They open and his gaze falls directly on Jake, standing there in nothing but his boxers again. Dan grins blearily, looks him up and down appreciatively, then lets loose an epic belch.

“Whew,” moans Dan, sitting upright and placing his feet on the floor. He rubs the side of his head. “Sorry about that. Haven’t had a drink in a few years. Think I’ve lost the knack.” His eyes snap back to Jake. “You look good,” he announces decisively.

Jake does look good, especially without a lot of clothes to get in the way. Dark-haired, clean-shaven, athletic, with a matured boy-next-door quality and dusted with whorls of brown body hair that accentuate his physique nicely, Jake is a pretty spectacular package, even if you don’t count his large cock and shapely, well-furred ass, neither of which are visible at the moment.

“You work out?” asks Dan.

“Yeah,” confirms Jake. “Actually, I run mostly these days.”

“Ain’t got a lot of body fat,” Dan rumbles admiringly. “Not like me,” and he’s pulling his stained undershirt off, revealing a torso even hairier than Jake’s, turning.a little gray over the chest. He drags a hand through his thick chest hair, then looks up at Jake, who can’t help staring. He aims a drunken smile at him, then pats his protruding, fur-sheathed gut. “See?”

As far as Jake’s concerned, Dan’s in exceptionally robust shape, sporting well-developed arms, shoulders and pecs. Yeah, he’s got a gut, too, but it all seems to be in proportion. For a guy that just turned fifty, Dan’s body is in magnificent order, the proverbial brick shithouse. Jake’s dick begins to stir in his shorts, somewhat to his surprise. He fidgets, beginning to panic. “I should put some more clothes on.” His brain screams at him that he needs to get this crazy drunk guy out of his house.

“Or maybe I should take some more off,” suggests Dan, fumbling with his belt. “S’only fair, right? Don’t wantcha to get uncomftable…”

Oh Jesus, what the fuck is he doing? Dan’s stood up, a little shakily, and has gotten his belt undone. Jake decides to bolt for the relative safety of the bedroom, but Dan’s arm shoots out and catches Jake’s boxers’ waistband in an iron grip, arresting his escape and tugging him closer. It happens so fast that Jake’s hands have landed on Dan’s body before he gets his balance back. Even through his panic, he likes the way it feels. By that time, Dan’s other hand has wrapped around Jake’s expanding crotch and a twisted smile is spreading through Dan’s beard.

“Aha, I thought you were gettin’ a boner,” Dan growls. chuckling, while Jake’s mutinous body betrays him further by letting his erection get even bigger and harder in Dan’s fondling, squeezing palm. Scrabbling at the waistband, he pulls Jake’s cock out at the exact instant it becomes fully erect, sticking out rampant and pulsing from his dark pubes. Dan’s eyes get bigger. He holds it, reverently, staring. “Damn, that’s a big one. Pretty, too. You got me beat.” He reaches into his open fly, hauling his own eager hard-on into the light. His cock is thick, rigid, respectably long, certainly nothing to be ashamed of, but he clearly likes Jake’s better, jacking it through the callused tunnel of his fist. “That feel okay, man?” he inquires affectionately, eyebrows rising. Jake moans in reply, immobilized.

Dan gets on his knees, kneeling on the carpet. He looks up at Jake. “C’mon, bud,” his deep voice husks, “lemme take care of this.” And then his bearded jaw has engulfed it, sucking it down in naked hunger. Jake can’t even think straight, holding onto familiar furniture he doesn’t recognize now. Despite his having rubbed one out this morning before work, Jake’s cock is responding eagerly to Dan’s ministrations, gulping in its pleasure. Suddenly, Jake can only put one thought together through the deep end of bliss he’s been pushed into. Namely, if Will was good in bed, and he was, he’s just a shadow of his father, who’s currently mowing down Jake’s boner and showing him who’s boss.

Dan sucks Jake’s cock for all he’s worth, occasionally pulling back to look up at Jake and run a palm over Jake’s muscled pelt, still stroking his dick. “That’s more like it,” he growls low, eyeing the rigid prong. “Fuck, that’s pretty. The whole fuckin’ package.” Then he’s swallowing it down again, working the cock with his throat muscles, and Jake can’t do anything but hold on to Dan’s hairy shoulders and grunt.

Jake’s tingling all over his body, helpless as his orgasm approaches. Dan’s steady sucking rhythm is forcing him over the edge.

“Aahh – I’m gonna come…” Jake gasps.

“Mm-hmmm,” Dan’s muffled voice answers back, mouth crammed full of Jake’s hard cock. He keeps his speed up, enthusiastically closing in on the soon-to-erupt load.

“UUUUhhhhhhh,” moans Jake as his body lights up inside. Honey sparks behind his face and chest, and his ultra-sensitized prong ejaculates into Dan’s mouth. Dan grunts in satisfaction, but keeps sucking, swallowing, working Jake’s crank until he’s done shooting and finds himself propped against the nearest wall, still out of breath.

“Sweet,” Dan proclaims the instant after he lets the deflating tool slip from his mouth. He licks his lips and stands up, still unsteady. Both of his large, warm hands find their way to Jake’s panting and damp body. “That was just what I needed.” He wraps both arms around Jake and hugs him quickly, then pecks him on the jaw. “I think that goes double for you. You went off like a shot.” He strokes Jake fur-lined stomach. “You feelin’ good, Jake?”

Jake nods, speechless. His head is spinning, almost as if he’d gotten a contact buzz from the other man.

Dan pats Jake’s abs gently. He still smells like a landfill doused with alcohol. Jake’s not trying to get any closer to him. “Glad you liked it,” Dan confides, no longer slurring. “Made my night. Maybe we can do it again sometime.” Dan launches himself away down the hall to the front door. “Right now, I need to go to sleep for a week or two. Catch ya later, beefcake. Be good…”

And he’s gone, stumbling shirtless over Jake’s lawn. Jake doesn’t think to shut the door again until he realizes he’s getting cold.

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Saturday, three days later. Coming back from his morning run, Jake finds Dan sitting outside Jake’s door, on the front step. “Howdy,” the big guy beams.

“Hi,” replies Jake, cautiously. He’s both anxious and horny at the sight of his erstwhile lover’s hot-ass father.

“I came over to apologize, if it’s necessary,” says Dan, who seems perfectly sober and pristine today.

“It’s not necessary.” Jake unlocks his door. “Do you want to come in?” he asks without really meaning to.

“Oh yeah. I want to do more than that.” Dan follows Jake inside. “I think we need to talk.”

Jake’s blood runs cold in his veins as anxious takes over for horny. Sickened inside, he turns to close the door, deliberately taking as much time as he can before he turns to face Dan. Once he does, he sees Dan staring at him strangely, saying nothing at first, just looking at him.

Uncomfortable, Jake tries to break the ice, get it over with. “Look, if this is about Will…”

Dan interrupts him. “It’s not, but he’s got something to do with it.”

That doesn’t help Jake relax at all

“I want what he’s been getting,” Dan announces.

This throws Jake entirely, notwithstanding what they got up to the other night. “Look,” he stammers, “I don’t know what you’re thinking, but – “

“I ain’t thinkin’ anything!” Dan barks at him. “I know damn well you’ve been fucking my boy!”

Jake is silent, thinking, Well, that answers that question.

Dan drops the volume a notch. “That ain’t the problem. Hell, I know how hard it is to say no to him once he sets his sights on you. Far as I can see, you’ve been good for the little degenerate. He was gonna get kicked out of school if he kept screwing his friends. That’s neither here nor there. Fact is, he’ll be off at college for a few years, so you won’t be seein’ him for a while as you’re probably aware. So who’s takin’ care of you? No one. Right?” He moves in a little closer to Jake, who almost takes a step back, then stops himself. This is his house, dammit.

The larger man leans toward him, dropping his volume again, absently stroking his own stomach. “And here I am, newly fifty and stranded without Ted for five days.”

“Who’s Ted?”

“Ted’s my partner. You know, my guy. The one I work with and sleep with. Been with him eleven years.”

“Is this that big guy that lives in your house?”

“That’s him,” Dan nods proudly. “Makes me look petite. We’re both firefighters, but they schedule us separately unless we get lucky. He’s been out of town most of this week, gets back tomorrow. So I’m sitting in that house over there, and all I can think of is you.” Dan grabs his own crotch, in case Jake hasn’t figured it out yet. “I wanna make you come again,” he husks.

“I don’t know if this is such a good idea,” Jake begins.

“Oh yeah? Did you say that to my son before you pronged him stupid?”

“I– Uhhh, I don’t, uh…”

“Now, don’t go gettin’ flustered. On second thought, you probably did say something like that to him. He just wouldn’t listen, right?” Jake is back on the verge of panic as Dan immobilizes him by running both palms up his still-sweaty trunk and pinning him to the wall behind. He still feels quite a bit of fear in Dan’s unpredictable presence, in equal portion to his desire.

“Tell you what,” Dan rasps, “you want me to keep my mouth shut, right? So why don’t you put somethin’ in it?”

One hand presses gently on the erection growing unrestricted in Jake’s running shorts, letting him know exactly what Dan’s got in mind. He seems to know precisely what to do with his fingers. Without letting the shaft slip from his hand, two digits squirm under Jake’s balls to massage his prostate. It feels incredible. “C’mon, man, let’s get these fuckin’ clothes off. I’m horny as fuck, an’ I’ll bet you ain’t had nothin’ since the last time I came over…”

It’s somehow worse that he’s right. Maybe it’s due to the previous frequency of Will’s demands being followed by a dead cut-off, but Jake’s body has built up a tolerance for regular bouts of fucking. His sole sexual release for the last couple of years has been Will, whose excessive horniness kept him so busy that Jake hadn’t even considered getting any on the side. Jake had thought that his sex drive would mellow out as he got older, but that hasn’t been the case Right now, his entire nervous system is revving like a racecar, fueled by Dan’s earthy, sexed-up energy. Saying no is making less sense all the time.

Jake finally relaxes and lets his hands do what they want to. They find their way to the sides of Dan’s torso, pulling up his shirt, exploring beneath. Dan’s eyes drop to half-mast in response. “Oooh, yeah,” he purrs, stretching his body under the contact. “That’s it, beefcake. Get familiar with it. Damn, you’re right where I want you.” Dan grabs the back of Jake’s head and thrusts his tongue into Jake’s mouth.

The kiss is what does it. As soon as they lock mouths, every barrier in Jake falls, leaving him expanding into the sweetest feeling he’s ever experienced. Suddenly he knows he needs this as badly as Dan clearly does. He’d only hurt himself if he didn’t give in. They find themselves on the floor almost instantly, still kissing furiously, rolling around the living room carpet, throwing clothing and shoes every which way.

Dan gets on top of Jake, straddling his hips and pinning his elbows. He leans in, rubs his nose up the side of Jake’s neck. Jake moans and bucks his hips off the floor. Their hard-ons are pressed together between them. Dan nuzzles his head lower, submerges his fuzzy lips in the forest of Jake’s brown chest hair, kisses the surface in a trail from his collarbone to the nipple, which he latches his mouth around, licking. He growls as he does this, aggressively grinding his pelvis into Jake’s, then dips his head further to drag his rough tongue up Jake’s sweat-drenched side to lap at his nipple again. Jake grunts, incoherent with sensation.

Already horny from his run, Jake’s riding the edge of his orgasm. It’s just as well he’s got his arms pinned. If he touched himself now, he’d go off. Maybe Dan intuits this, because he picks that moment to shift his hip-grinding into high gear, dry-humping his pelvis up against Jake’s. This in turn is what sends Jake over the edge. “OOOOoooouuhhhh, fuck!” he exclaims as his burning load shoots out between them. “Oh God,” he pants, “oh fuck, that’s hot.”

Both their bodies are sheened with sweat, and Dan’s grinding doesn’t stop. Dan moves his face back up to lock mouths with Jake again, insistently prodding at him. “I can go again,” Jake pants when they come up for air.

“Good boy,” breathes Dan.

“Do you want to fuck me?” asks Jake, a little timidly.

“Yeah, I do. Are you okay with that?”

“I think so. It’s been a long time. I might have a little trouble.”

“Will never fucked you, huh?”

“Not very often. I got used to topping.”

“Sounds like Will.”

“Do you mind my asking how you know so much about your son’s sex life?”

“Well, knowing Will like you do, what do you think?”

“I’m sorry I asked.”

“We’ll say no more about it. He’s got no idea I’m over here, and I’m not planning to tell him. I was just guessing about you two; he never said anything,” he smirks. “Here, get up on that couch. There, with your cute butt hanging over the side. Good. I promise I’ll take ya slow.”

Jake reclines on his couch, raising his legs and propping them on Dan’s shoulders, then scoots his butt forward until the crown of Dan’s dick is rubbing through the damp fur on his ass. Dan licks his index finger and pushes it in the hole. “Ah, yeah,” sighs Jake beautifully. Dan’s enflamed glans mushrooms out by itself. He drools some saliva onto it, strokes it, drools some more on Jake twitching rectum. He adds another finger to Jake’s butt and is rewarded by the sound of Jake assuming a panting, moaning rhythm as Dan moves the fingers in and out.

“Fuuuck me,” Jake hears himself whine.

That’s all Dan needs. Squeezing himself hard around the base, he watches his shiny cockhead turning purple and puffy in the instant before he pushes it, gently but insistently, into the aperture.

“Aaaaahhhhhhh,” groans Jake, who grabs his own dick and strokes it slowly, feeling Dan’s thick hog pushing its way inside. It hurts, but he can’t even talk to say it. Then he sees Dan, looking transported, and he wouldn’t make him pull out for anything. The big guy looks beautiful, wide awake and rapturous. Jake feels himself opening inside, but the deepest internal pleasure flares into being as Dan pulls back and pushes in again. “Oh God, yes,” Jake sighs, dropping his dick to keep from shooting off right then. He’s feeling so good, loving everything in the world, especially big-dicked Dan. “Ah, God…”

“Mmmmm, feels good inside you,” Dan growls at him, pushing harder, lighting Jake up like a pinball machine. Dan can feel the energy rush himself, and he increases his speed, pumping faster up Jake’s wiggling rump, letting the pressure and friction build, claiming his territory. “Yeah, take it, beefcake.” Jake can’t talk anymore, just whines and grunts as Dan uses his ass.

Dan’s having the time of his life, his body swelled with pleasure and effort in equal amounts. “Oh God, man,” he pants to Jake, “you look so fuckin’ good with my dick up your butt.”

“Uuunghargh!” Unable to hold back, Jake’s cock erupts like a fountain all over him.

“There ya go again.” Dan grabs Jake’s spurting prong in his churning fist, making the other man whimper, out of breath. “You’re like goddam old faithful, the way you come.”

“Ooh, uh, hah hah hah hahh, It’s okay, hahh, I can go again, hah hahh hahh…keep fuckin’ me…”

“Oh, I think so,” Dan replies. He ain’t stopping now. “You’re feelin’ pretty good, huh?”

“Oh God, Dan,” gasps Jake, “your fuckin’ cock! Uh!”

“It likes you,” Dan snarls, leaning forward into his fuck, hanging over Jake, who gazes up at the glowering demon, wide-eyed. “Fuck yeah, boy! Gettin’ ready to spew my load deep inside ya.”

“Oh, fuck yeah, baby!” Jake exclaims. Having wrapped both legs and an arm around Dan’s pumping body, Jake’s running his remaining hand through Dan’s steely chest hair. That does it. Even while Jake begs, “Give me the load, daddy,” he’s getting it, injected deep into his core. Dan’s face and upper torso have flushed a deep crimson and he’s dripping sweat, flexing and bellowing as he comes. Jake’s cock gets harder again just watching him.

Wheezing and panting his way back to more normal breathing patterns, Dan eventually gets to where he can talk again. The first thing out of his mouth is, “Boy, if you think I can live without this regularly, you are wrong. You seein’ anybody?”

“Uh, no. Just, you know, only…”

“Oh. Yeah, Will. I forgot.” Smiling, Dan pulls out of Jake’s ass. “You got a shower I could use?”

“Yeah, over this way.” Attempting to get up off the couch, Jake discovers that his legs aren’t prepared to support his body at first. It’s been that long since he got fucked. Dan helps to steady him while he directs the pair of them to the master bedroom.

“Nice place you got,” Dan says, looking around. “Spacious. You live here alone?”

“Uh huh,” Jake nods, leading Dan into the bathroom. “I figured you knew already. I just assumed people talk if you’re unmarried in the suburbs.”

“I don’t keep up with the local gossip. A lot of stuff happens without my noticing. Can’t speak for the neighbors, but Ted and I’ve been here for ages and had problems with nobody. We’ve never flown a rainbow flag off the roof though. Hey, that shower looks big enough for two. C’mon, get in with me. Oww, Jesus, that’s cold!”

“I was trying to tell you. No, no, you might as well stay there now. Here, I’ll get in and warm you up.”

Their mouths meet under the warming spray, dangling cocks bumping between furry thighs. Dan’s warm paw finds its way around Jake’s hardening member, stroking and squeezing it gently, teasing it back to teakwood stiffness under the water. Jake starts fucking his dick through Dan’s soapy fist, moaning as Dan talks filthy in his ear.

“Yeah, fuck it hard, big guy. You got the nicest cock, Jake. Can’t keep that to yourself, man. I think we like each other too much for that. You gonna let me suck it again? Yeah? Right here. Put it in my mouth and work it till you can’t stand it anymore. Come on my face, big guy? Squirt a hot load over my beard, in my mouth?”

“Fuck yeah, suck it,” rasps Jake, who can’t believe how hot he’s getting again. Dan’s a fucking livewire! In a flash, he’s on his knees in the shower stall, chowing down on Jake’s hard meat. Jake groans, dragging a hand down the front of his torso, then grabs Dan’s head and neck in his hands, pumping his hips forward. Dan chokes once, but Jake’s not letting go, insisting on giving Dan a mouth fucking. Grunting bestially, Dan takes the fleshy column again and again down his throat, repositioning himself so he’ll have better access. His cock is standing at full attention, jutting out untouched between his legs.

Finally, letting loose of Dan, Jake leans back on the other wall, under the fine needles of the spray. Dan half-sits, sprawled and spluttering on the floor of the shower. Jake helps him stand up.

“Thanks. You throw a good fuck, you know that? Wanna stick it in me?” He bends over the tiled shower seat, showing his fuzzy ass to Jake. His lathered paw rubs bubbles up his crack. “Whaddya say?” He grabs one hairy buttock, spreads it for a better view, winks his asshole at Jake, who’s rubbing his cockhead over it in less than a second.

“Go on, man,” teases Dan gruffly. “You said you topped a lot with Will. Show me what you got. Y’know, I don’t do this for everybo– OHFUCK! OH my God!” He looks back, grinning and wide-eyed, over his shoulder at Jake, who’s already fucking his butt hard and steady. “Yeah! That’s more like it, stud! OH — my fuckin’ God! Give it to me, boy. Make daddy take it! Oh fuck, Jake…” He starts to whine and snort, pushing his ass back. Jake keeps pounding, stone-faced, hard-dicked. “Fuck me mean, baby! Don’t ease up now. Ah. Ah, God…”

The big fireman’s voice chokes off into labored panting and wheezing. His powerful arms are bracing him against the sides of the shower, holding him in place as Jake pummels his hole.

Dan starts growling like an angry pitbull, his breathing becoming ragged. “Jake, boy, you’re makin’ me come,” he rumbles.

“Same here,” gasps Jake through gritted teeth. His orgasm rips upward through his body, making him shout as he pours honey inside the other man. “Oh God, take it,” he moans, delirious.

“Don’t stop, fucker! Almost there.” Dan’s reached back with one arm, stroking the erection hanging between his legs. Jake drops his torso over Dan’s, wrapping his arms around him, groaning, continuing to jab his insides with an over-sensitized cock. Dan’s bellows smooth out into sobs as the hot, thick strings of his seed drip through his fingers.

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“So what would you say to helping me bone the hell out of a big, hairy Slav,” Dan asks, out of the blue, while they’re getting dressed. “I love the guy to death, but he’s wearing me out.”

“Big, hairy Slav?” Jake’s confused.

“Biggest and hairiest I could find. Handsome as hell, too. My partner, Ted’s from Slovenia,” Dan explains, tossing a wink at Jake. “He’s about your age. He likes to get dicked. Kind of a pig about it. We watch too much television while we’re at work; when we’re both home, we fuck. A lot. Sometimes we have other guys over. Fuckin’ slut wants it constantly. Not that I’m complaining. He looks great takin’ it, but I’m afraid if I don’t bring in some more backup, he’s gonna leave me for the corner hydrant.”

“Ted, huh? So you’re asking me to come over and fuck your hunky husband for you? Is there a catch?”

“The catch is he might not let you go home for a couple of days. He’ll fuckin’ love you with that dick of yours. Can’t wait to see you rockin’ his big, furry butt.”

“And if I say no?”

“Now why in the world would you want to do that?”

“Offhand, I can’t even imagine.”

“Stop talking nonsense. Seriously, Ted and I have some messed-up schedules, but he’ll be home tomorrow night, and so will I, if you’re free.”

Jake takes a deep breath. “Okay, I’m free.”

“Good. Say, dinner at six at our house?”

“Six works for me.”

“Looking forward to it.” Dan grins. “Wanna get right up behind you, stick my cock up your ass while you fuck him.”

“Tomorrow night, then.”

“See you then, neighbor.”

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When I was I born I became a uncle to children older than myself because my dad had a previous marriage with 4 daughters and they already had children of their own. I grew up in a large family and have always been the black sheep of the family but that’s okay. I had one favorite sister and on weekends and during summer I basically lived with her. My sister was very laid back and let myself and her children do as we wanted, she later regretted that decision though. I was sitting on the couch watching tv when I heard my nephew yell from the bathroom asking me to come in there. I got up and walked in the bathroom to see him naked and in the bath tub. I instantly fixated on his cock because I had only seen my own. It was completely hard and he asked me if I wanted to touch hit and after hesitation I slowly started rubbing it till I started jacking his cock. I’m leaned over the bathtub and he asked if I would put it in my mouth which I instantly refused. After much delay and back and forth I finally started licking the head then slowly down the shaft and back up till he begged me to suck it. I watched as his dick throbbed and I instantly tried to swallow it because I didn’t know what to do and he let out a moan, pulled my head off and shot rope after rope of cum and told me to get out so he could clean up. It seemed as only a couple minutes passed by when I heard my sisters horn, signalling that she needed help carrying groceries in. Our day went as usual, and we acted as if nothing ever happened.

After we had dinner and watched a movie it was time for bed, well for the adults anyway. I was in my room with my tv on as my door opened and Billy, my nephew walked in and pulled his pants down. I slowly started jacking his cock and licking it just enough to drive him crazy and that’s when he said let me go run some bath water and you come in after the water shuts off. I happily obliged and started sucking his cock and after a few moans he said you need to sit on this. I was surprised but I climbed in the tub with him and slowly lowered myself onto his cock, and wow,I was shocked. There was no pain only pure pleasure and I rode him for maybe 3 minutes and he came. This continued on for years and one summer we were alone amd watching Jerry Springer as we were much older I seen a huge bulge in Billys pants and I was trying to figure out what it was because his cock was only 4 inches long. He got up and walked to his bedroom and said hey bub come here, so I did. I walked into his room to see this 8.5 inch long massive cock and I was in pure awe because I had not reached my full length yet. This time I hungrily sucked his cock, gagging on it and he fucked my throat for almost an hour then asked me if I was ready to feel heaven in which I laughed. I bent over he lubed me up and slowly started easing his huge cock in me and omg it was so painful, I could only take 6″ at most but we fucked for another 30 minutes. This continued for a couple of years but ended 6 years ago and I don’t even speak to him anymore. 

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I have 2 brothers and a sister I’m the youngest. Always been fem preferred to play with my sister and her dolls. My dad is an ex-marine, tough guy. My brothers are following in my dad’s footsteps, military orientated. I’m a big disappointment. My dad accepts me for what I am now. My mom always stands up for me when my dad criticizes me for acting like a girl.

My brothers look on me more as a sister than a brother. Weird as it sounds I am more fem in a way than my sister. I like to dress up in my sister’s clothes and wear make up. I have long blonde hair and green eyes. 5’6″, 126lbs, skinny 20 year old. I’m the smallest in height and weigh less than any of my siblings.

I have always dressed up as a girl when I could and played with my sister more than playing with my brothers when I was younger. I felt more like my true self when I was dressed up like a girl and wearing makeup. I’m a girl in a man’s body. When I was 18 and I hanged out with my sister dressed as a girl, guys would chat me up and try and date me. Some of the guys were real hot and fit. Fooling around is a big difference to going with a guy on a date. I would probably end up getting beaten up. I was tempted to take the risk many times. Would be great to have a straight guy kiss and hug me. Fuck if only I was a girl.

I was getting more and more frustrated. Being that close to a straight guy and doing nothing. I had been to gay bars and clubs and hooked up with gay guys. I wanted to know what it was like with a straight guy. I wanted what I call a real man! More like my dad and brothers.

My sister had met Garry the night before and could not stop talking about him. He had invited her to a party. The party was for couples. He explained to her that he had a buddy and could she arrange a blind date for him. If not the party invitation was off. My sister was really turned on by the guy and wanted to go on the date.

She was frantically phoning round her girlfriends trying to arrange a blind date. None of the girls she considered worth asking were free that night. She was getting more and more frustrated at the thought of missing out on a date with Garry.

Suddenly she looked at me and said, “you can do it.” “Do what?” I asked. “Be the blind date, no one would be able to tell you’re not a girl when you have a dress on and wearing makeup,” she said. I thought about it for a moment. I had dreamed about it for such a long time dating a straight guy. Living my erotic fantasies. It will be scary sensual fun. I said I would do it if she promised me we would leave straight the way if I thought there was any danger. She said ok.

The night was here my sister looked hot in her sexy dress and makeup. I picked out a black lace mini dress and black fishnet stockings and red shoes. I was determined to make a good impression and have fun. With my makeup and in fem mood I was ready for my date. I was feeling excited and trembling all over. All I at to do is chat to the guy and be girly.

I was more absorbed in myself. At last I was a girl if only for the night. We had arranged to meet our dates at a coffee bar, chat and get to know one another before going onto the party. “There they are,” said my sister. I looked over to where she was pointing. I thought wow my sister’s guy looks hot. Assuming that the best looking guy was her Garry. It turned out the best looking guy was my date. His name was Pete. . He was 6’4″ around 220lbs muscular, with a crew haircut.

We made small talk. He told me both him and Garry were in the navy, they had both been many places around the world. He was wearing a tight fitting T-shirt and black jeans. This guy was a hottie and fittie. I ran my hands over his shoulders and arms. It was overwhelming to be able to do this with a guy. He stroked my arms and back I just hoped that my hard painful cock would remain strapped down. My body was stiffening uncontrollably. From that moment my heart was beating faster I was nervous and had butterflies. The fear the excitement, it was ready to explode inside me. It was a surreal moment that a guy was doing this to me.

We moved onto the party. I got to know Pete more. “Wow,” he said looking into my eyes. “You are a pretty girl.” He placed his hand behind my head and pulled me gently towards him. He kissed me then penetrated my mouth with his tongue. A deep long French kiss. The whole of my body was trembling. He moved his other hand between my legs. I pushed his hand away before he could get it anywhere near my cock. We were reaching dangerous levels. “Don’t worry I know your a guy,” he said I pulled away from him. And looked over to my sister for help.

He grabbed me under the chin and turned my face so I was looking at him. Again he French kissed me. “Maybe I like girly boys so let me play with you,” he said. I was trembling more than ever now. He moved his hand between my legs. I didn’t push his hand away. “Relax,” he said. As he moved my hand onto his thick hard cock. “You want me to fuck you? He whispered into my ear. I was still feeling nervous. In a staccato voice I said, ye! Yea! yeah. . He wanted to explore more of my body. He was sitting with his legs wide apart and I could see the silhouette of his boner in his jeans. Every time he touched me it was like an electric charge going threw my body.

He left me alone and went exploring. 5 minutes later he was back. He had a key in his hands. “I have found a place where we can be alone,” he said with a sinister look on his face. He held out his hand and said, “come with me.” He unlocked the door. It was a room with a king-size bed. He locked the door behind us. He laid me on my back on the bed and knelt over me on his hands and knees. “You look gorgeous,” he said has he unbuttoned the front of my dress. He kissed me and licked my neck working his way down to my nipples. His course tongue soon made my nipples stick out. He gently licked and sucked my nipples as I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans (he was commando) His thick hard cock sprang out as I peeled off his jeans and T-shirt. He was stark naked on top of me.

“Suck my cock I wanna see how good you are at cock sucking girly boy,” he said. He penetrated my mouth as deep as I could take his cock. Making me gag and spit up saliva. “You want me to feed you girly boy? I nodded my head to say yeah as he fucked my mouth. His balls were hitting my neck with each thrust of his cock into my mouth. He was making me take his cock deeper and deeper down my throat. Making me gag and spit up more saliva. I was yelping at each thrust as he got more and more rough with my throat. “Scream as much as you like bitch no one can hear you.” My yelping was obviously making him hornier. He was thrusting his cock harder and deeper down my throat using the full force of his hips and hammer ass.

His cock was throbbing his whole body was convulsing and he was moaning as he shot his full load down my throat. He delivered such a full load, that it made his juice spill out my mouth and down my nostrils. He squeezed the last drop of juice out of his cock into my mouth as he knelt over me. He was breathing heavy as he asked, “do I taste good? I could only nod my head to say yeah as I still had his thick cock down my throat. He continued to kneel over me while his cock shrank in my mouth. I was sucking and licking his cock. I had the whole of his flaccid cock in my mouth.

After awhile he pulled his cock out my mouth and lay alongside me. “Strip,” he said. I could taste his salty creamy cum in my mouth as I stripped naked. He told me to lay on top of him he stroked my back and butt, now and then squeezing the cheeks of my ass I was stroking his body. I could feel his cock getting harder as he got horny again. He told me to lie on my back. I had a massive hard on. “You want me to take care of that for you? He asked. “Yeah”, I said. He knelt over me and said, “suck my cock while I jack you off.” As I cum he cupped his hand so he could catch my juices in the palm of his hand.

“Spread your legs girl.” He lifted my legs up and placed them on his shoulder raising my ass so he could see my tight hole. He lubricated my hole with my juices, working it in deep with his fingers. Lubricating my hole ready to take his thick hard cock. I could feel the head of his cock pressing against my hole as he leaned into me. I gave out a mighty scream as the head of his cock stretched and slid into my tight hole. H e looked down at me and grinned as he said, “I like how your tight hole grips my cock.” He kept thrusting gently until my sphincter finally gave way. With one final powerful thrust the whole of his cock suddenly slipped all the way into my gut, making me shudder and scream out. This was the first time I had been penetrated by a cock so big and it was hurting like hell.

I was sweating and had tears in my eyes from the pain. He kept withdrawing it just about half an inch and then thrusting back into me. He could see me grimacing every time he thrust back into me, which brought a smile to his face. “It hurting bitch? “Fucking painful”, I replied as I threw my head back and gripped tightly his arms with my hands. “It’s not coming out until I have fucked you, so get used to it,” he said.
His cock was long, thick and like a rod of iron.

The pain gradually began to give way to pleasure as he gently slid his cock up and down inside my gut. “You liking it now, getting used to it? He asked as he leaned forward and kissed my lips. It was an unbelievable experience to feel his body gyrating and thrusting into me and being able to run my hands over his muscular back and firm butt. I was in ecstasy. He got more physical and brutal as he got nearer to climaxing. Thrusting deep in my ass with the full force of all his body strength. I had my hands on his butt and I was pulling him into me as he thrust. His hard cock was banging and rubbing the inside of my gut. I touched every part of his body that I could reach while he fucked away at me. He moaned and the whole of his body convulsed has he shot his load of man juice in my ass. I could feel his cock throbbing as he squirted 4 or 5 times out of his pee slit. When he had shot his entire load into me he collapsed on top of me and laid there till his cock was flaccid and popped out my ass. As his cock popped out his juice spilled out my ass.

We got dressed and joined the others back in the party. He said he wanted to do it again and we exchanged phone numbers. My sister was curious to know what we had done

The next morning when I awoke I could still taste Pete in my mouth. My man hole was sore. Pete’s juice had trickled out my hole and stained my knickers. (I still have them never washed them) I had a nice warm satisfied feeling. I was in a dream. Memories of what had happened were shooting through my mind a surreal moment. Only my sister knew the reason why I was far away in my dreams. I told her Pete had fucked me and I had deep throated his cock. Pete sure knows how to please a girlyboy. I just wanted to relive last night.

All that morning and afternoon I was wishing my phone to ring and it be Pete. It was getting late in the evening when finally my phone rang, I could see it was Pete. My heart started to beat faster my body stiffened and I was trembling. I took a deep breath and tried to be calm. “Hi babe, what you doing tomorrow?” “Nothing,” I said. “Can you and your sister meet me at the mall tomorrow at 10am?” I said I would check with her and get back to him. I called my sister, she said yeah that she could make it. I called Pete back to say place and time were ok.

(We met Pete in the mall at 10am the following morning. He wanted to buy me some sexy girly clothes to wear for the night out. He paid for my sister and me to have our nails done. My mum must have heard me making arrangements to meet Pete. There she was at the mall all of a sudden poking her nose in. “So is this Pete?” She asked. “Yeah” I said. To cut a long story short Pete was invited back home (I know he wasn’t very keen on the idea and tried to get out of it, my mum would not take no for an answer) When my dad set eyes on Pete he looked confused. When he found out he was a navy guy he was even more confused. The good thing was they eventually got on well together.)

My sister and my mum helped me get ready while my dad and Pete chatted and shared a drink, military and man talk. I had never taken a boy back home before and if it hadn’t been for my mum I would not have done this time. For the first time my mum and dad were treating me as if I was a girl, surreal moment. Pete was not a boyfriend more a friend with benefits. I think my parents were thinking boyfriend. Pete went along with it.

My sister and mother had done a good job on me and I looked all girl. Pete played the part and said, “you look hot babe.” Walked over and kissed me. We were ready to go. My sister and mum were acting natural as if I was a girl going on a date. My dad could still not get his head round it. “Take care of him, erm, her Pete.” “I will sir.”

When we were on our own Pete said, “fucking hell how did I end up meeting your folk.” Then he looked at me and said, ” you are looking so fuckable. We are going to have some fun tonight.”

We went to a bar in a run down part of town. It took my eyes a time to adjust, when they did I could see dimly lit corners; the bar and pool tables were the only bright areas. The place oozed of testosterone. (Pete told me that his brother Mike hanged out here with his buddies. They are a wild bunch of guys, been in trouble with the cops and other stuff.). I could make out people standing at the bar and sitting at tables smoking and drinking in dark areas. “Sit at that table while I look for mike and his buddies.” I had never felt so scared in my life before as I sat there. Guys kept glancing at me and grinning. I was relieved when Pete came back and said. “I’ve found him, he’s over there with his buddies. He pointed to a table where four guys were sitting. The table was in a dark area well away from any other tables. When I got close I could see the guys were hot. I could make out they had tattoos and body piercing. You could taste the testosterone in the air. They all had well toned bodies under their tight fitting T-shirts and tight jeans.

Pete introduced me to Mike and his buddies. Their eyes were burning into me, as they looked me up and down. Mike did most of the talking and it soon became obvious that he was the dominant male. I had a few drinks and started to relax. It became more and more obvious that I was becoming the center of attraction. All except Pete were vying for my attention. Pete just sat there with a smile on his face. Mike said, “your girl sure is pretty Pete.” Mike already had a bulge. He pointed at his crotch and said “see what effect your having on me.” Wow it’s unbelievable that I was having that effect on a guy like Mike. “Let’s play pool,” said Mike. My first reaction was no way I hate pool. “Go and play with the boys, get to know them,” said Pete. I thought yeah why not I’m a girl I can be crap at pool.

I had no idea how to play pool, which became evident very soon. “No, hold the cue like this,” Mike said as he stood behind me and bent over me showing me how to hold the cue. The whole of my body was tingling. He was on top of me like a dog on a bitch simulating fucking me. I could feel his boner. I just could not concentrate on playing pool. I got worse. They all had their turn at lying on top of me bent over the pool table trying to show me how to hold the cue. Pete sat laughing as I acted the dumb blonde to my advantage They all had a boner by now. Fuck they were horny and so was I.

After awhile we went back to join Pete at the table. Pete whispered in my ear, “guess you lost babe, you owe them.” Mike was grinning. I had no idea what I owed them. “Under the table babe you have to suck their cocks,” said Pete.
Mike was first, he sat near Pete so Pete could watch as I sucked Mikes cock. My hands were trembling as I unbuckled Mike’s belt then undid the top button. Then unzipped his jeans. Out popped his gorgeous hard cock. In the dim light I could still make out the veins running down the shaft of his cock. Mike arched his ass and I pulled his jeans down and let them drop to his ankles. I came up between his legs. I ran my hands over his hairy thighs and shins. I could smell his testosterone sweat. I was turned on. Fuck he had a thick long cock as big as Pete’s. (Would he let me do this if he knew I was a guy NO! haha)

Both Pete and Mike were watching me suck cock. I licked the shaft of his cock from his balls up to the head of his cock working my tongue towards his pee slit. His legs were trembling (great to have that effect on a guy) Mmmmmm I can taste precum must have been the pool game. I ran my lips down his cock taking the whole of the head of his cock and part of the shaft of his cock deep in my mouth. “Come on slut take more than that”, bawled Mike. I felt his hand on the back of my head forcing my head down on his cock, making me take his cock deeper and making me gag. As I pulled away I spat up saliva. The whole of his cock was covered in my saliva. He pressed my head down harder and prevented me from pulling away. I looked up at him and he bawled again. “Take it all deep down your throat slut.” He forced my throat to open up and take more. I could feel his iron hard cock on all sides as he thrust it deeper down. I could see the other guys standing behind Pete and Mike watching as Mike fucked my face. Both hands on my head and thrusting with his hips Mike got me to take all his hard throbbing cock deep down my gullet forcing me to spit up more saliva. I was gasping for breath and yelping from the pain. He was showing his buddies he was in control.

He started to thrust more aggressively and moan his body convulsed as he shot his load into my mouth. Some spilled down my chin. I could feel his warm cum lubricating the inside of my throat as some of it trickled deep down my gullet. He kept his throbbing jerking cock deep down my throat as he emptied the last drop of his man juice into me. Slowly Mike drew his cock out of my mouth. Cum was spilling out the corners of my mouth. Pete said, “open your mouth we wanna see Mikes cum. Mike used his hands to open my mouth wider so they could all see his cum in my mouth. Mike spat a mouthful of his spit into my mouth to mix with his cum juice. That will help lubricate your throat for more skull fucking. “Swallow it bitch, wow!, she takes it and likes it rough. She’s a dirty bitch. Said Mike looking down at me as he raised his ass and pulled his jeans up

I deep throated the other 3 guys swallowing their man juice. I could feel warm man juice trickling down my gullet. My stomach was filling with warm salty cum. Pete didn’t offer his cock he just watched. While I was sucking cock I could hear them talking about a place out in the desert where they could fuck my ass.

(Pete had taken girls to the bar before to share with Mike and his buddies. The bar was dimly lit and noisy. Where we were you could not make out what was going on or hear anything. Mike and his buddies were the gang leaders in the area. They demanded respect. I would be in deep shit if they found out I was a guy. I was the first one to take all their cocks deep throated. They had fed me. My stomach was full of Mike and his buddies hot man juice protein. Pete was using me to live his fantasies. Watching guys have sex with a guy they thought was a girl was a turn on for him. I was using Pete to live my fantasy. Sex with straight guys.

Pete told me to get from under the table and go and tidy myself up. Must remember to go to the ladies room I thought. Pete caught me up as I made my way. Make sure you’re clean and your cock and balls are strapped down well. I had to clean my genitals I had shot my load when I was being fed man juice. I cleaned up and lubricated my ass. I applied some make up, to make me look fresh and sexy. My mouth had been well fucked. Nice taste of salty straight man juices.

Pete had satisfied his curiosity about what it would be like to fuck a girly-guy, by playing with and fucking lady-boys in Thailand. His fantasy was to watch straight guys play with and fuck a girly-boy/lady-boy without them knowing they were fucking a guy. When he found me he knew he could do that. He was using me to live out his fantasy He had lived out his fantasy watching straight guys’ skull fuck me a girlyboy. Now he wanted to watch straight guys gangbang me thinking I was a girl. He had told Mike about the lady-boys and that he had fucked some. Mike said he would never fuck a guy. No guy dressed as a girl would fool him, so he said. So far I had convinced Mike and his buddies into thinking I was a girl. I was living my fantasy. Being fucked by straight guys.

As I made my way back to the table to join Pete and the guys, Mike suddenly appeared he grabbed me by the hand and pushed me up against the wall in a dark corner of the bar. Put both his arms around me and held me tight. Pressed his lips against mine I could feel his tongue trying to penetrate my mouth. I opened my mouth his tongue slid in. His tongue was licking around the inside of my mouth and penetrating my throat. He moved my hand down to his crotch. His cock was rock hard, absolutely rigid, and just beautiful. He gave a quick shudder. “Imagine me pushing it all the way into your wet warm cunt,” he said. Long hard thick cock, fuck that would be heaven I thought.

I put my arms around him I could feel the muscles on his arms and back. I could feel his naked back under his T-shirt. It sent shock waves through me. It was an intense sensual moment. He was stroking my body with his hands making me tremble as he moved his hands over my butt and legs. Sending a shiver of pure delight up my body from my brain to toes to brain again. I was enjoying being the object of his desire.

I could see his bright eyes looking deep into my eyes. “You’re so different to other girls we have shared. I really like you. I don’t know what it is about you, you have an effect on me that no other girl has had. I want you on my own you’re my perfect girl. I think I’m falling in love with you. When Pete is away you can be my girl,” he said.

For brief moments I forgot I was a guy. He made me feel like a real girl. The reality was I was falling in love with Mike and I’m not the girl he thinks I am. I wanted to be with him as a girl. If only we could. The only way we could be male and female together would be for me to have gender reassignment that can’t take place in a couple of hours

“Where’s your phone,” he asked. I pulled my phone out my bag and gave it to him. He dialed in a number. His phone lit up and gave a calling sound. He looked at it and said, “ok I have your number, I will call you next week when Pete has left, so we can arrange a date. You better get back to Pete and the guys.”

I joined them back at the table. I told Pete what Mike had just said. “Yeah, he keeps telling me that you’re gorgeous, and if and when I don’t want you he’ll have you as his girl. He’s got the hots for you babe. He told me he could tell a guy from a girl,” said Pete as he laughed. “As for him not fucking a guy well we will soon know,” he laughed again.

Pete told Mike that I was menstruating and the only way they could fuck me was up my ass. “You still want to fuck her?” “Sure she’ll not be the first girl we fucked up the ass,” he said. Pete knew the manager of a motel out in the desert that let him use a remote room of the motel to take girls. We set out for the motel. I went with Pete so we could work out how we were going to carry this off, for me to be gang banged by 4 straight guys. Mike and the other guys followed in a car.

The room was far off from any others so any noise made didn’t disturb the other residence. Pete told me he wanted Mike to fuck me first. To Pete this would prove him right that Mike couldn’t tell a tranny from a real girl. Pete sat in a chair with his legs apart with his erect cock sticking out his pants. I was on my knees between his legs. I was to suck his cock while he could watch the guys fuck my ass. Mike and the guys stripped off. (I kept my dress knickers and all on) Pete pulled my knickers down so my anus was exposed (I had cleaned out and lubed my ass ready) Pete finger fucked my hole stretching my hole. The guys took it in turns to spit saliva into my hole to lubricate me more. Ok said Pete, “she is ready.”

The guys stood around me with their hard donkey cocks. Mike was to fuck me first. He knelt down behind me. He spread my legs apart more and stretched my hole. He held his hard cock in his hand to keep it on target, his other on my hip. He leaned into me more forcefully. I felt my sphincter open and let him in until the head of his cock penetrated past it. My sphincter muscle tightened round the shaft of his cock. “You all right babe?” He asked. While trying to hold back the urge to immediately thrust his cock hard and deep into me. “Oooooh yeahhhh! Make it good babe,” I said as I arched and pushed my ass back onto his rock hard cock.

He moved both hands onto my hips pulling me gently onto his cock. Impaling me on his hard hot cock. The whole of his cock penetrated me all the way. I could feel his pubes pressing against my cheeks. “That feel good babe, you like the feel of me inside you?” Mike asked as he gently fucked me as the others looked on stroking their hard cocks waiting their turn. I felt my tight sphincter slide along his shaft until once again it was gripping his cock just behind the head.. He pushed his cock back in harder and more quickly. Making me scream out. I pushed with my ass against his cock as he thrust. He withdrew again only to thrust into me deeper and harder. I could feel his cock slamming inside me. Fuck his cock felt so good in me. Mike knew he needed not to be slow and gentle. He could fuck me deep and as hard as his urges wanted him too. Mike was pulling back and ramming my ass as hard as he could. Getting his pleasures from my warm velvety tight rectum and from the gasps and moans I was making.

His balls were filling ready to squirt his load into my passage. Mike shouted I’m going to come. His rhythm quickened I groaned with pleasure. Mike slammed into me as I pushed against him. As he did he almost lifted me off the ground. He pulled right out of me then thrust back in my hole forcing my sphincter to give way to his hard cock. I felt his cock throbbing and jerking in my rectum. The pressure was building inside him, the sublime sensation that precedes ejaculation. Mike said I’m going to come. He gasped. I groaned loudly. Mike started to shoot his load into my ass. Every time he tried to pull back the exquisite sensations made him jerk forward again so that each surge, each spurt burst from him deep inside me. Cum juice was spilling out my anus. He delivered the last drop of his man juice deep in me His juice was covering his shaft as he pulled out to let the next guy fuck me

Mike kissed my ass cheeks as he got up from me to let the other guy have me. Pete stared at me with wide-open eyes as he sat there watching me get fucked. The other guy nonchalantly kicked my legs apart and stretched my ass cheeks apart as he lowered himself ready to penetrate me. Directing his cock into my wet warm hole. He slowly at first started to thrust his cock into me. My already loose sphincter submitted to his gentle thrust. I could feel the whole of his shaft penetrating my passage. He leaned toward me and spoke in a low voice. “Fuck my cock feels good in your wet and warm ass.” His voice was deep and resonant. He steadily pumped my ass using his strong muscular legs to thrust his cock into me. He had well formed biceps and triceps. I was enjoying the feel of his athletic body on top of me.

He was panting from exertion and at the excitement of fucking my warm wet hole. I felt my tight sphincter slide along his shaft gripping his cock firm until it was gripping his cock just behind the head. He pushed his cock back in harder and more quickly. Making me yelp several times, as he thrust deep in me. He withdrew again only to thrust into me deeper and harder. I could feel his cock slamming inside me. Fuck his cock felt so good in me. He was no longer slow and gentle. He fucked me deep and as hard as his urges wanted him too. He was pulling back and ramming my ass as hard as he could. Getting his pleasures from my warm tight rectum and from the gasps and moans I was making. His body convulsed and he was moaning loudly has his cock throbbed and jerked in my ass passage. 2 more rough thrust then he shot his warm man juice into my ass mixing with Mike’s juice. Cum was spilling out my ass. He lay on me for awhile letting every drop of his man juice seep out his pee slit, filling my ass. He drew out, as he did so he gave my ass a mighty slap with the back of his hand which made me jump and send a sensation of pain from my ass to my brain. “Ok I finished fucking her who’s next?” he asked.

The third guy spread my legs wide apart as he knelt behind me. As he did so he ran his finger around the rim of my ass hole scooping cum onto his finger and wiping it over the shaft of his cock spitting a mouthful of saliva on the head of his cock. He pressed down on my back with his hand and with the other hand around his cock to keep it on target he forced his cock into my well-fucked hole. This guy was rough using the whole weight of his body to thrust his cock into my ass. Withdrawing the whole of his cock out my anus and thrusting in deep and hard making me yelp, which turned him on and made him more excited. He rough fucked me. Slamming into my ass time and time again. As he drew his cock out my hole it was covered and dripping from the man juice that the other guys had shot in my gut. He was holding me tighter and the whole of his body was convulsing as he pressed down hard on me. As he emptied his balls into my gut.

The forth guy had waited long enough when he knew the other guy had shot his load he pulled him off me and straddled me. Sliding his cock into me on the juice of the other guys. As he thrust into me with the full strength and force of his hips. His groin and my ass cheeks on impact were making a smacking sound. As he thrust in me, his cock was making a slurping noise as his cock mixed the cum of Mike and the other guys. I was loose and wet. My inside could not grip his cock. He was thrusting deep and trying to push his balls up my hole. He thrust hard up my gut. Slapping my butt as hard as he could, making me pull away from Pete’s hard cock so I could scream out. Pete grabbed a handful of my hair and forced my mouth back down on his hard cock. The guy was fucking me with so much force that he was lifting me off the ground with each thrust. He jerked and convulsed has he shot his load into me. He lay on me for awhile then pulled his cock out and kissed my ass as he stood off me.

All the time the guys were fucking me I was sucking Pete’s cock tasting pre-cum Pete was saving his cum for later.
Pete asked Mike if he was ready to fuck me again he said hell yeah. They all fucked me a second time. When my ass was full of protein rich juice Pete plugged my ass. I was well fucked. The guys were sitting around naked. Smoking and drinking their cans of beer. With their legs wide apart. Their horse hung cocks hanging limp between their legs. They all had that glazed look in their eyes that guys have when they had spent the night fucking. Their cocks were sticky and smelling of cum. Their pubes were covered in globules of cum. They were getting more and more boisterous as I licked and cleaned their flaccid cocks. The pack instinct was rising in them. Sex and booze. Testosterone levels were high. Pete was thinking it was time to bring the party to an end before things turned nasty and got out of hand
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“Ok boys time to bring it to an end. I want to spend some time with my girl alone.” Said Pete. “No I’m still horny I want to fuck her again,” said one of the guys as he tried to grab me. “No you’re not,” said Mike. “My brother wants to be alone with his girl we have had our fun now get dressed and lets go,” Mike at to persuade him with a few threats that he would use his fist if he didn’t do as he said and get dressed.

Mike came over to me and put his arms round me and held me tight (he was still naked) I placed my hands on his shoulders. “Don’t worry babe he’ll not cause any trouble.” Mike pressed his lips against my lips and penetrated my mouth with his tongue. I ran my hands down his muscular back to the small of his back and over the cheeks of his solid firm butt. “Awww that feels good when you touch me babe,” said Mike.

“Come on Mike, get a move on,” said Pete Mike and the other guys got dressed then body handled the guy that was causing trouble half-naked out to the car. The headlights of their car flashed across the window of our motel room as they pulled away and drove off.

Pete looked out the window to make sure they had gone. Pete lit up a cigarette and had a few swigs out of a can of beer. “Ok girlyboy I want you to strip and get on the bed. When I’ve finish my smoke I’m going to fuck you.” Wow when he said that and in the way he said it made me have butterflies in my stomach and sent tingling sensations down my back.

Pete finished his cigarette and started to strip. I just lay there naked on the bed. As I watched him strip I just could not stop stretching and feeling an intense sensation shoot all the way through my body. He joined me on the bed as I lay on my back. Crawling on his hands and knees until he straddled me, Looking down into my face he said he wanted to soak his hard cock in the man juices inside my hole. “You did well convincing them you’re a girl,” he laughed. “Mike has even fallen in love with you. Telling me he could not be fooled by a guy in girl’s clothes,” He laughed out loud again.

Mike pulled the plug out my ass, as he did some juice spilled out and trickled over my cheeks. “Mmmmmm your hole looks nice and full. Lift your legs, as I did he leaned into me. My legs rested on his shoulders. I felt the head of his cock pushing against my well fucked hole. I was wet and loose from all the fucking my ass had taken. My Sphincter soon submitted to the gentle thrust of his cock. My sphincter loosely gripped just behind the head of his cock. He pulled all the way out of me then gently thrust just the head of his cock back into me. Each time juice squirted out my ass onto the head of his cock. He did that several times. It felt so fucking good to have a guy do that.

Then with each gentle thrust as he entered me he penetrated me deeper and deeper. Sliding into me on the cum of the other guys. Eventually the whole length of his hard iron rod was in me. He just lay on me letting his cock soak in the cum juices. I could feel the whole length of his cock inside me as my inside tightened round his cock. He started to slide his cock gently up and down inside me now and then thrusting harder as the urge to do so took control of him.

I ran my hands over his back and butt it felt so good to have a guy naked on top of me. To see the muscles of his butt tense and relax has he fucked me gently.

He ran his fingers through my hair and French kissed me. As he fucked me harder and harder. I could feel his hard cock sliding along my passage and hitting my inside making me moan and gasp. He looked into my eyes and whispered in his deep voice. Ahhhhhhh I’m going to come. His whole body jerked and shuddered as his throbbing cock shot his juice deep into me. He just lay on me. I could feel his cock shrinking inside me till it popped out. He rammed the ass plug into my ass to stop any spillage. “I’ll fuck that agen in the morning,” he said as he stroked the cheeks of my ass. “When I come home again we gotta do more of this,” he said as he slowly fell asleep

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Walking into the cubicles in our overseas barracks was done very casually because they had no doors. I remember I was shocked, though, when I entered Dan’s cubicle one afternoon and saw him lying on his cot stark naked! It was natural to see fellow soldiers naked while showering in the barracks, the gym, or in the swimming pool showers, but it was very unusual to see someone naked almost anywhere else. Dan’s legs were splayed wide apart and he looked like he was rubbing his balls. I felt embarrassed for interrupting him but amazingly turned on by the thrilling sight of him, an exceptionally handsome, well-build soldier. We were both twenty years old. We were Bridge partners, playing for money, and I guess I wanted to talk to him about that, but I don’t remember because seeing him nude and apparently playing with himself flustered and excited me.

‘Oh, Hi, Jack.’ He greeted me in normal tones. He did not try to cover up what he was doing, so I figured he was not in the process of jacking off after all.

‘Uh… wadda ya up to?’ I asked hesitantly.

‘I’m just finishing up this treatment the doc gave me for a case of jock itch,’ he told me.

‘Oh!’ I said with a laugh, ‘I thought I had caught you jacking off.’ I couldn’t help myself from staring at his crotch. I felt he seemed pleased that I didn’t react with squeamishness to his admission of having had jock itch.

‘Well, not yet!’ he said with a sexy grin. The smiles that passed between us seemed to be an admission to one another that we both jacked off. I wave of carnal desire pulsed through my abdomen.

‘The doc examined me again a few days ago and told me that the jock itch has cleared up completely, and is not infectious, but said I should continue applying this cream until the tube is empty. Now it’s empty; so you caught me on the final day of treatment.’

Somehow, hearing him tell me the problem was not infectious sparked a strong flame of desire in me, once again, for this sexy guy. It was like he was telling me not to worry if we ended up fooling around together.

‘Here, sit down,’ he offered, shifting his body over and patting a spot on the bunk next to his right thigh.

I sat down as if ordered to do so, feeling lightheaded at being in close quarters with a guy who was so handsome, so masculine, and, of course, so naked. When we had first started playing Bridge as partners, he intimidated me with his size and with his gruffness when I made mistakes, but I was lucky at cards and we made money together. I also studied the game to come up to his demanding standards, so I was used to following his directions. Nonetheless, I was nervous sitting next to a naked, hot, male body. I was on the edge of the cot, at his thigh, looking towards his face.

‘The doc was REAL good,’ he whispered, sounding turned on.

‘Wadda ya mean?’ I asked, my heart in my throat. It sounded like a sexual opening. My eyes again darted down to his big, lightly hairy scrotum as his moving hand caught my attention. He was idly rubbing a clear ointment in the juncture between leg and balls. His surprisingly large cock was flopped over towards his hip, aimed at me.

‘Well, at first, as I lay naked on his exam table, he told me I have very big balls.’

‘He called ’em ‘balls,” I asked, surprised.

‘Yeah,’ he sighed huskily, ”very big balls.” His voice carried a passionate tone, but also told me he was very proud of how big his very big balls were.

‘Gee,’ I sighed naively, unable to stop myself from glancing at his big balls, yet again.

‘Then he asked me how often I jack off. Just like that. Not, do I jack off, but how often!’

‘Holy cow!’ I blurted out. ‘What did you say?’

‘I just told him the truth. I said I jack off all the time.’ His expression was one of great interest and excitement and I felt it must mirror my own expression.

‘Wow!’ I said quietly.

‘So, you know what he asked next?’

I shook my head.

‘He asked me if I had jacked off already that day, yet. And here I was laying naked on the exam table right in front of him.’

‘Gee,’ I said again.

‘When I said no I hadn’t, he asked me if I’d like to, and he started rubbing my balls. My very big balls!’

‘No shit!’ I exclaimed. ‘What did you say?’ Once again, my eyes were drawn down to Dan’s balls as he moved from applying the ointment to openly fondling those very big balls. I felt a surge to hardness in my cock, and saw obvious growth in Dan’s cock, too.

‘I didn’t say anything,’ Dan told me huskily, ‘but I didn’t have to because the doc saw I was getting a hard-on as he played with my very big balls.’

I watched his erection lengthening and straightening up. I looked up at his face in amazement. Every time he said ‘very big balls’ I felt myself getting more and more aroused.

‘Then with his other hand he rubbed my belly and ran his hand under my cock and through my cockhair.’ As he spoke I looked down to see his right hand erotically duplicate the movements he was describing. ‘Then, he grabbed my cock and began to stroke it. Like this!’ His hand wrapped itself around the still growing member and began a slow, effortless, well-practiced stroking. He writhed somewhat on the cot, his thigh rubbing erotically against me. It was spectacular to see him playing with himself so openly, to watch his cock stiffen to full erection, and to feel his body press against my body, but it was exceptionally arousing to hear him talking so explicitly about the amazingly sexual incident.

‘I got a solid hard-on in a hurry. This doc really knows how to handle cock, I’ll tell ya.’

‘Gee, a handjob from a doc,’ I whispered, impressed.

‘Then ya know what he said?’ He looked at me intently. I couldn’t respond, and could hardly breathe. ‘He said, ‘Man, I love the feel of a big cock in my hand! What a big cock!”

‘Gee!’ I repeated, yet again, glancing down at what had become a truly big cock.

‘Then he said in a husky voice ringing with longing, ‘Man, I love the feel of a big cock, like this one, in my mouth, too! I’d sure love to suck this big cock! Lemme suck it!”  He sounded completely turned on as he shook my stiff cock as if to confirm visually what he wanted to suck!

‘You’re kidding!’ I exploded. ‘What did you do?’

‘I just smiled. I love blow-jobs!’

‘Blow-jobs!’ I repeated softly, but with emphasis.

‘Yeah, he leaned over, sucked my cock into his mouth and, swirling his tongue , allowed my cock to slide deeply into his throat.  He sucked and bobbed, drew out my load, swallowed all of it, giving me one of the best blow-jobs I’ve ever had.’

‘Have you had many?’ I wanted to know with such overwhelming curiosity that I couldn’t stop myself from asking.

‘You’d be surprised,’ he sighed with a wicked grin. ‘Haven’t you?’ he suddenly asked, urging me to match his erotic admissions, and giving me an opening to enter completely into a verbal sexual give-and-take with him.

I grinned back. I couldn’t help it. Before I could say anything, he said, ‘I thought so. You’re far too sexy not to have had your fair share of blowjobs, too!’

I nodded, agreeing, delighted that he thought I was sexy.

‘Let’s see,’ he sighed suddenly, and his right hand released his cock and slid onto the fly of my fatigues, fingers grasping though the confining material as he felt my erection.

‘Man! You’re hard as stone already! It feels like a big one!’ He sounded very excited, but kept his voice low.

‘Watching you beating your meat and hearing about your blowjob in such detail got me hot,’ I admitted with unnecessary candor. It was obvious why I was turned on. He was one hot number and we both knew it. And, to be candid, this turn of events wasn’t really all that surprising because lately we had been sort of teasing each other with more and more frequent sexual innuendoes as it became apparent to each of us that we liked one another, and were forming a strong bond. The teasing had been like a test we both passed and now we were on the very brink of discovery!

‘Let’s whip it out and take a look,’ he demanded, quickly opening my belt and popping the top button.

‘Won’t someone catch us?’ I asked, suddenly fearful.

‘Naw, no one’s around this time of day, you know that,’ he replied casually, as if not paying attention to me while unzipping my pants. My cockhead came into view. It looked huge. Much bigger than his, but I was so aroused I figured his would expand to equal size with further arousal.

‘Wow! Look at this!’ he sighed, wrapping his hand around the shaft of my cock in a tight grip.

‘Ummm!’ I sighed as waves of lust fired off through my balls and into my abdomen. Instinctively, I thrust my hips upwards to pound my cock up into his firm grasp.

‘You like this!’ he sighed, pumping somewhat on the only partially exposed shaft.

Without a word, I reached out and grabbed his cockshaft with matching pressures and began to pump it. Exposed as it was, I was able to jack it from tip to base with great ease and diligent effort, knowing it was feeling terrific for both of us! Up and down! Up and down! Up and down!

‘Man! You are getting me so hot!’ he sighed huskily. The he added with a grin, ‘I sure wish the doc was here now to suck it!’

‘We don’t need the doc, man,’ I admitted, huskily.

His whole body seemed to freeze. Every muscle seemed to tense, making him look spectacular and completely turned on.

‘I’ll fill you with fresh cream in a hurry if you’ll just slip your mouth over…’

It wasn’t necessary to finish the sentence because my head started downward at the word ‘fill’ and his cockhead was completely in my mouth by the word ‘slip!’

‘Ahh!’ he sighed softly but emotionally as I felt the expansion of his cockhead as it reacted to the moist heat and instant pressure of my skilled mouth.

‘Ooh!’ he quavered as he realized he was being sucked by someone with talent. ‘Man!’ he added, ‘you do it so good!’

As for me, I was doing what I love doing – sucking the cock of a man who loves having his cock sucked. The harmony was perfect! He humped, I sucked. With each hump, more cock was driven into me, deeper and deeper, until those very big balls of his were thumping against my chin with each hump. He got hotter and hotter!

‘I’m gonna cum!’ he warned quietly but with an urgency that told me to prepare for blast-off. At that instant, I realized he was enjoying himself. So was I!

Semen spurted into me in great jets of delicious nectar. I swallowed and swallowed and swallowed and swallowed. It was a man-sized load! Creamy and tasty, viscous and hot, masculine and sensational! I was ecstatic! I sucked and swallowed ’til he was completely drained and satisfied. He sighed with contentment and gently pushed my head away as he pulled out.

Suddenly, he ordered me to stand up. As I did so, he threw his legs off the cot and sat up, his face in my crotch, ripped open my fly and sucked in the head of my cock like a real expert. I was amazed. Reciprocation, I had come to discover, is a very rare commodity in quick male sex. But here he was, inching my cock down his throat! I lost all control and began hosing an enormous load of cum into him, almost spasming out of control as he sucked me dry. It was awesome!

Oh,  Man! Oh,  Man! That was wonderful!’ He sighed sincerely, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he looked up at me. His face was alive with enthusiasm. ‘Why did we wait so long to do this?’ he asked with a grin.

‘Yeah, way too long,’ I agreed, smiling at him. ‘But you’ll have to tell me the name of that doc,’ I said.

‘What doc?’ he asked innocently.

After a startled expression covered my face, he started to laugh. I couldn’t help it, I laughed with him. But I stopped when he said, huskily, ‘Let’s do it again! Sucking your great cock and drinking down your big load got me all hot!’

As the big cock slid easily back into my eager mouth, I felt a great sense of admiration and delight at having found such a wonderful Bridge partner!