Author: admin

  • My Black Friend

    My Black Friend 

    My neighbor Dwayne is a good friend of mine. We often hang out, play basketball and watch football on Sundays. I’m married and my wife Michelle likes Dwayne so we all get along fine, but Dwayne and I are closer friends. Dwayne is thirty-four years old and is a big guy. He’s about six-foot three and weighs about two hundred and twenty-five pounds and very black. He used to play football in college and is still in great shape. 

    I’m athletic but not as athletic as Dwayne. I’m white, forty years old, five foot eleven and weigh a hundred and eighty-five pounds. I guess back from his college days Dwayne has gotten use to having a masseuse come over to his house once a week and rubbing him down. Usually we time it just right after we play basketball, the masseuse arrives and I leave so Dwayne can relax and get his massage.

    One particular day, just as we’d finished playing basketball Dwayne got a call on his cell phone.

    “Damn, man the girl can’t make it tonight.”

    “Sorry dude.”

    “Shit James, I’ve been looking forward to it all day.”

    “Oh well, I guess you’ll have to wait until next week.”

    “Man that’s way too long. Hey what about you. Michelle says you give her wicked massages.”

    “No way man, I only do my wife,” I explained.

    “Come on.  What’s the big deal? A muscle is a muscle and I’ll pay you what I pay my masseuse.”

    “How much do you pay?” I asked curiously.

    “Seventy-five bucks,” Dwayne answered.

    “Shit…for seventy-five bucks I’ll massage your ass.”

    We both burst out laughing. Dwayne knew that I’d do anything for money. I followed Dwayne into his house and into the bedroom. 

    “I don’t have a massage table. The girl always brings her own. I guess we can use the bed.”

    “That’s fine.”

    I watched Dwayne kicked off his Nikes, pulled his white t-shirt over his head. He hesitated for a second or two before he undid his jeans and let them drop to the floor before pulling them off completely. He was now standing there in his baggy boxers. Then he pulled his boxers down, now completely nude.  I’d never seen him completely nude so when Dwayne lowered his boxers, my jaw dropped. In front of me was the biggest cock I’d ever seen. I was hanging down a good 7 inches, completely soft. I could only imagine how big it got hard.

    Dwayne lay down on the bed and I went into the bathroom and grabbed a bottle of baby oil. Pouring a little oil into my hand, I started to massage Dwayne’s back. I must have been doing a good job because as my fingers kneaded his muscles I could feel Dwayne’s body just totally relax under my touch.

    “Damn man,” laughed Dwayne, “You’re doing a better job than my regular girl. I might have to start paying you every week to massage me.”

    “Hey as long as you pay me I’ll massage you anytime you want.”

    I grabbed more baby oil and started to massage Dwayne’s calves. As I knead his muscles I let my hands slide up and massage the back of his thighs. He’s so muscular that I was getting aroused massaging him. I couldn’t understand it, I’ve always been straight, but here I was getting aroused by another guy. 

    “Okay man all done,” I said.

    “What the fuck are you talking about? You haven’t massaged my Gluteus Maximums,” Dwayne said. 

    “What the hell is that?” I asked.

    “The biggest muscle on your body man, your ass,” he explained. 

    “I ain’t massaging your ass,” I stammered indignantly.

    “Then I ain’t paying you. My girl always massages my gluts. Damn man, don’t you know that’s always part of the deal. Besides what’s the fucking big deal? You’re not homo or anything you’re just massaging me.”
    “Fine, but keep this between us, I feel funny doing this.”
    “Don’t worry man, just you and me,” he said understandingly.
    Then I poured a little oil on his ass and started rubbing it in. Even though I put up a big stink deep down I wanted to massage his ass. I put both my hands his big bubble butt let my fingers dig into his flesh. I rubbed them all over, even in between his butt crack. I felt Dwayne open his legs a little so I could let my hands slip further down his crack. I was getting hard playing with Dwayne’s ass.

    Dwayne said, “Okay time for the front.”
    Then Dwayne flipped over, his cock was still soft and hanging down. I poured oil on his chest and started to rub it in. I was rubbing Dwayne’s chest when I noticed his cock starting to grow. It was getting bigger and rising. Soon his cock was as hard as a rock and lying on his stomach. When I started to rub his stomach and I accidentally hit the top of his cock.

    “Sorry man,” I said apologetically.

    “Don’t worry about it. I always get hard when I get a massage.”

    As I moved down to his legs, I saw Dwayne close his eyes. It gave me a perfect opportunity to take a good look at his cock. It was massive. It had grown to good 9-inches and as thick as my wrist. And what a beautiful mushroom head he had, I wanted to touch it. It was big, bold, black and beautiful and I wanted to feel it. 

    When I started rubbing further up Dwayne’s thighs, he opened his legs for me. As I rubbed the inside of his legs, I accidentally brushed his balls and he left out a small moan.

    ”Okay dude all finished,” I said.

    “Wait James, if you’ll massage my cock I’ll pay you an extra fifty bucks just like I do with the masseuse.”

    “Shit man you can’t tell anyone.”

    “I promise, I won’t,” said Dwayne soothingly.

    I poured oil on the head of his cock and watched it dribble down the shaft. With one hand I lifted his cock off his stomach. It was so hard and hot. I saw Dwayne looking at my hand as I moved it up and down on his cock. I was so hard that stroking Dwayne’s magnificent cock got me extremely horny. 

    As I stroked it, my mind compared it to my own. I always thought I had a decent cock about 7-inches but feeling Dwayne’s cock made me realize just how much bigger his was than mine. 

    “Oh Man that feels good,” he moaned.

    “Have to admit I’m enjoying it too. I’ve never seen a cock this big.”

    “Why don’t you get a closer look?” Dwayne suggested.

    “What do you mean?” I asked cautiously.

    “Look I didn’t tell you before but I don’t pay that masseuse an extra 50 bucks, I pay her an extra 100 when she blew me.”

    “Dude I can’t do that.” I’m saying as my hand moved up and down his shaft.

    “Why not, look you’re already stroking it. What’s the difference if you just put it in your mouth?”

    “There’s a big difference,” I stammered.

    “Come on man, try it. Just lick the head and if you don’t like it stop,” he cajoled.

    “If you ever tell anyone I did this I’ll kill you,” I warned.

    “Okay… okay already try it,” Dwayne urged.

    I bent down, flicked my tongue out and lightly licked the head. It was so strange to be licking a cock. I found I liked the feeling of his cock touching my lips, so I opened my mouth and let the head slide in. I also enjoyed the smooth, hard, spongy feeling of a hot wet cock in my mouth. I felt Dwayne’s hand on the back of my head and he pushed down until I had half of his cock in my mouth.

    “Come on suck my cock James,” he said.

    I was really getting into it by now. I was stroking the bottom part of his cock while I sucked the upper part. I loved the feel of his cock sliding in and out of my mouth, followed by hot smooth balls bouncing off my chin. Every aspect of a cock in my mouth or slapping me in the face is incredibly hot. I swirled my tongue around the head and could feel every vein around it. I felt Dwayne’s legs tighten I knew he was close to cumming so is started to pull my face away but he kept his hand on the back of my head, keeping his cock in my mouth. 

    Suddenly Dwayne stiffened all over and cried, “I’m cumming.”

    Then it happened, I felt the first wave of cum shoot into my mouth. I started to gag but Dwayne continued to shot gob after gob of hot cum into my mouth, every squirt making his body twitch in another spasm of joy. Holding my head Dwayne made me suck all the cum out oh his cock. He kept cumming, until he’d drained his balls inside my mouth.

    “Man you’re a good cocksucker,” laughed Dwayne, “I loved cumming in your mouth.”

    “Shit you son of a bitch, I didn’t want you to cum in my mouth,” I whined.

    “Sorry dude, it felt too good to stop. Now get back down there and lick the rest of my cock. Lick it clean.”

    “Fuck you, I ain’t doing it again,” I raved indignantly.

    “Yes you are. You don’t know it yet but you’re now my slut. See that camera up there. I filmed the whole thing. How would you like that pretty wife of yours seeing it?”

    “You asshole,” I almost yelled.

    “Shut the fuck up, we both know you liked it. Now take your clothes off and lick my cock clean.”

    Maybe I expected him to give me some privacy I don’t know. What I didn’t expect was for him to watch my every move. I slowly kicked off my loafers, and then I pulled the blue polo shirt over my head. The coolness of the room made my nipples tighten. I hesitated for a second or two. With Dwayne watching me with his arms folded behind his head, I unbutton and unzipped my jeans and let them drop to the floor before stepping out of them.

    I was now standing by Dwayne’s bed in nothing but my baggy boxers which were tenting over my erect little cock; Oh my god, I had a raging erection.

    Nervously I removed my boxers, letting my erection spring to attention. Even though I’d just my hands all over his naked body I felt really embarrassed when he saw my erection.

    “You see I knew you liked it,” Dwayne chuckled as he tweeked the head of my stiff cock.

    Embarrassed because Dwayne had spoken the truth, I got down on my knees beside the bed. And then I leaned down and took his sticky flaccid cock into my mouth and licked it all over. It was so different now, it was soft and spongy. Soon his cock started to grow. 

    Dwayne was right, I loved sucking his cock…and I was his cock slave and we both knew it. 

    I was doing a good job on his cock, when Dwayne reached down and pulled his cock out of my mouth.

    ”Get on the bed,” he ordered.

    “Why?”

    “Just do it.”

    When I got on the bed beside him, Dwayne said, “Now sit on my cock. I’m going to fuck you.”

    I knew better than to resist besides deep down I wanted him to fuck me. Trying not to think about it, I quickly threw my leg over Dwayne, straddling his body.  Using my hand I grasp his cock and guided it to my asshole.

    Holding it between my butt checks, I let his dick head pierce my sphincter.

    “Shit that fucking hurts,” I whimpered like a little girl getting her cherry busted. 

    “Just relax the pain will go away.”

    “Just don’t fucking move,” I wailed as Dwayne pressed the head of his cock further into me.  I could feel my asshole being stretch wider than ever before. I couldn’t believe the feeling; it was different, exciting.

    “Don’t worry,” said Dwayne as his cock disappear into my ass, “We’ll go slow. I plan to fuck you a lot more than just today so I want to make sure you enjoy it so next time you will be begging me to fuck you.”

    Holding my hips, Dwayne started slowly moving me up and down on his big cock, letting it slide out to the head, and then dropping me back down on it again. We slowly moved into a rhythm, sliding up and down on his cock as he fucked me.

    I relaxed as best as I could and Dwayne was right. After a while, the pain disappeared and was replaced with a sensation of feeling full. I lowered my ass a little more. More of his cock slipped in until I said, “Fuck it.”

    I dropped my ass down hard and fast until I bottomed out and I could feel Dwayne’s entire cock inside my ass. 

    “OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH,” I wailed. 

    “You like that huh,” laughed Dwayne.

    “Oh god yes,” I panted, “I love the way your cock feels inside me.”

    “I knew you would like it. From the moment we met, I knew that one day I was going to fuck you. Now you’re mine. Anytime and anywhere I want you, I’m going to fuck you.” 

    “Oh god yes, I love your cock, fuck me good,” I pleaded as I bounced up and down on his cock and enjoying every minute of it. His cock was hitting my prostate, which was sending me through the roof.

    Then without warning, Dwayne lifted my ass off his cock and got up off the bed. 

    “Come here.”

    I followed him across the room where he put my back against the wall and lifted me up. Then Dwayne grabbed my hips, and I cried out as he lowered me back down and entered me. My legs wrapped around his waits and my arms around his back, I held on for dear life as Dwayne pumped his cock in and out of me.

    “OH baby, your ass feels good,” grunted Dwayne, “I’m going to enjoy fucking you in front of your wife.”

    “OH shit I don’t care what you do,” I wailed wantonly, “I just want to feel your cum inside me.”

    “Yes baby I am going to cum in you, and then we are going to go over to your house an I am going to fuck you in front of your wife,” Dwayne bragged, “And then I am going to fuck her too.”

    “Oh yes fuck me.”

    “Yes baby, and then after I fuck her I’m going to fuck you again,” Dwayne promised. “I’m going to turn the two of you into my personal fuck slaves.”

    As Dwayne was talking, I was picturing his big cock fucking my wife and it sent me over the edge and I explode all over Dwayne’s stomach. He looks at me and smiled and then I felt his cock erupt inside my ass…his hot cum searing the inside of my bowels. 

    “Oh yesssssssssssss cum in me,” in me I wailed like a little bitch.

    For what seemed like an hour but was only a minute at most, Dwayne continued to spew more cum inside my ass. He lowered my feet to the floor but I was still impaled on his cock. 

    “You like my cock in your ass don’t ya?” Dwayne laughed.

    “Oh god yes I love it.”

    Dwayne finally pulled out of my ass. Grabbing my hand, he pulled me into the shower. As the warm water cascades down on us, he pushed me down on my knees and said, “Clean my cock and blow me again. I want you to get all my cum out so when I go and fuck your wife I’ll last even longer. Now be a good boy and suck my dick.”

    Looking down at me, grabbed my head guiding my mouth to his hard cock. I looked into his eyes as my lips engulfed his flaccid cock in my mouth. As it hardened, I could feel the creases and veins caress my lips as my mouth bobbed up and down his thick shaft. 

    “Suck harder slut,” Dwayne demanded as I noisily slurped on his salty shaft. The taste, the feel and the scent was incredible. I was consumed by the act. 

    Laughing, Dwayne held my head tight and forced his dick down my throat until I had to fight my gag reflex…deep enough that my face turned red…deep enough that I could lick his balls.

    “Suck me bitch,” he yelled as his cock pumped into my mouth. 

    I felt his balls tighten and I knew he was close. I was tense with anticipation. Grunting, he forced his cock deep into my throat as it started to spit. His thick cream filled my mouth as I gulped and swallowed his still huge load. 

    Dwayne grunted and groaned as he cummed in my mouth. “Swallow it bitch,” he demanded as gob after delicious gob of thick goo shot from his cock. 

    I swallowed every drop of his salty cum and then pulled my mouth off his cock. “Thank you master,” I panted.

    Then we both got dressed and planned my wife Michelle’s seduction. But that is another story.

    The end…


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  • Caught at the Gym

    I called him “Lumberjack,” or “LJ” for short. I have nicknames for all the hot guys I see at the gym: Meathead, Mr. 70s, Ken Doll, the Grunter. I don’t actually know any of them. I’m not much for being social while working out; the guys I’d want to talk to are all much more muscular than I am, and I get too intimidated to approach them. It’s a catch-22.

    The day I learned LJ’s real name was a few months after I’d broken up with Colin, and I’d been celibate since—not by choice. So spotting LJ gave me a bit of a jolt. He’s the hottest guy at the gym, but I only saw him once every few weeks, when I went at lunch. Normally I’m a morning gymgoer, but sometimes it’s hard to make it there before work.

    LJ’s a little older than me—late 30s—and definitely taller than my 5’8”; he’s up past six feet. He has white skin like me, but I’m pale, way too pale, thanks to being a ginger. LJ’s more ruddy, and he also has a manly coating of hair over his torso, while I’m naturally hairless nearly everywhere. LJ’s short beard nicely frames his handsome face, but his body is his best asset. Just a few steps leaner than a bodybuilder, he’s got a tight waist but giant arms and a thick chest, always nicely on display in a tight tank at the gym, its thin straps straining across the slabs of his pecs. It’s pretty hard for me not to stare. That’s the trouble I’m always in—helplessly attracted to big guys, too afraid of them to do anything about it.

    LJ wears long basketball shorts, so his lower body isn’t shown off as well as his upper, but when he sits down on a bench I can still see his thick thighs, and his muscular, cut calves are always in view.

    I know I’ll never look like that. I’d been hitting the gym hard since Colin, trying to work off every kind of tension, and I could tell from the way my clothes were fitting—or rather, weren’t fitting—that I was losing weight and gaining muscle. But I know I’m always going to look boyish.

    I watched LJ texting away on his phone that day and wondered who he was talking to. Maybe a twink he’d fuck after the gym? I’d love to be that twink, but my search for hot tops is rarely fruitful. Instead I’ve wasted years on duds like Colin, guys who were at best “cute” like me. A man like LJ felt like a different species, one I had no idea how to interbreed with.

    LJ looked over at me and I glanced away. Don’t be a stalker, I thought—something I frequently had to remind myself at the gym.

    I had to get back to work anyway. I’d built a spreadsheet on download numbers for my company’s last six months of podcasts, and I needed to check the figures again before sending them to my boss. I quickly finished up my sets, then scanned the floor for LJ.

    He was doing a set of curls, his biceps bulging up to the size of melons. If I’d had enough time, I would have dawdled so we’d be in the locker room together and I could glimpse him naked. Sighing, I headed down to shower and change.

    I was nearly finished dressing post-shower when LJ strode in. The locker room is small—it’s a midsize gym—and there’s a little back area that’s tucked away. Somehow, luckily enough, that was where LJ and I had both stashed our stuff. Trying to act nonchalant, I lingered, slowly buttoning my shirt, while LJ, his back to me, tugged off his tank and his shorts, revealing a thin jockstrap framing a very meaty ass. No one else was around, so I let myself take a good, long look. As he pulled off the jock, the straps catching on his bulging thighs, I got a quick glimpse at what looked like a heavy set of balls and a fat cock. Then LJ strutted off to the showers, not even bothering to wrap his towel around his massive body.

    I took a moment to collect myself, waiting for my thickening cock to calm down. In the post-Colin drought, this was a sexual highlight; it would fuel my whack-off fantasies for days. But it hardly left me feeling satisfied.

    I put on my socks and shoes, packed up my bag, and made to leave. I’d barely taken a step when I heard a chime from LJ’s locker.

    It sounded like a text message coming in.

    LJ hadn’t put a lock on his locker. A lot of the guys in the gym didn’t.

    The locker room was empty. It was down a level from the gym floor, meaning I’d hear someone on the stairs long before they’d have eyes on me.

    Holding my breath, I opened the locker and saw LJ’s phone on top of his gym clothes, like it was waiting for me. Onscreen was an image of a young guy’s pale, naked butt. I leaned down to study it, and a new text came in: “Sorry to miss you. That cock would have felt so good in this ass.”

    I wondered if scrolling back through the messages would reveal a photo of LJ’s dick. I stood there debating, and finally reached out toward the phone.

    “What the fuck?”

    I jumped back in terror. LJ was standing beside his open locker, glaring at me, naked and wet and huge, a towel struggling to hang onto his waist.

    “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” I blurted out. “I was, uh—”

    “Stealing my fucking phone?” LJ closed in on me.

    “No!” I cried. “I was…” I looked down, fighting back tears. “I just wanted to look at it.”

    “Were you fucking spying on me?”

    “I… I… yes.” I kept my eyes on the ground. At least we were the only people in the locker room; my humiliation had no other witnesses. “I guess I was.”

    “Fucking idiot,” LJ muttered.

    I glanced up at his disgusted expression, then dropped my eyes again. It felt worse than any chewing out I’d ever received in school, from my parents, ever. I could feel the outrage and contempt boiling off LJ, a man twice my size who was, as far as I could tell, a hair away from punching me in the face.

    “You’re going upstairs with me,” he said quietly, “to explain yourself to the manager.”

    I nodded, blinking back tears, still not looking up.

    LJ started getting dressed.

    My stomach felt like it was full of bubbling mud. I glanced at LJ just as he pulled on a pair of white briefs, bright against his ruddy skin, stretched taut by his muscles. I registered how buff he was, how sexy, and right in front of me, but I was far too upset to feel turned on. LJ looked back at me, and I dropped my gaze again, feeling even more embarrassed.

    I stood there awkwardly, wondering what was going to happen. It seemed pretty certain I’d be kicked out of the gym. I was sure they had procedures in place for cancelling memberships in situations like this. I just had to make sure it was clear I wasn’t stealing, just… stalking. Hopefully I could get through the humiliation upstairs as quickly as possible, and then I’d race back to work and try to hold it together for the rest of the day. How could I have been so stupid?

    “Time to go,” LJ growled.

    I looked up to find him fully dressed, his expression unreadable. I squeezed past him and headed for the stairs, fighting back tears.

    When we reached the main floor, he dropped a heavy hand on my shoulder and guided me to the front of the gym, where the main desk was. A blond woman stood in front of a computer there, next to the check-in guy. She looked up as we approached.

    I was still trying to figure out what to say when LJ steered me past the woman, then around the desk. His strong grip guided me out of the gym and onto the street.

    I was too surprised to feel relieved. “What… why didn’t we…”

    “Shut up,” LJ said. He roughly pushed me ahead of him, down the street. “We’re going to 7th and 19th.”

    A block away. What the hell?

    “Why didn’t we stop at the desk?” I asked, turning to face him.

    “Do you want to go back? Tell them what you were doing?” He had a way of keeping his face expressionless, so I had no clue what he was thinking. It made his stare even more intense.

    I looked away.

    “I didn’t think so,” he said. “Keep walking.”

    Uncertainly, I turned and headed down the street. I could feel him just behind me. What was going on? Was he taking me somewhere to… beat me up?

    A small corner of me had another idea, but I couldn’t believe that would ever happen, and especially not at this moment, with this guy.

    When I’m nervous—before work presentations, or “serious talks” with boyfriends, or even just hookups—my stomach sets off on its own private roller coaster. This felt like that times two. Times twenty.

    Am I in danger? I wondered. I realized I didn’t even know LJ’s real name.

    “What’s your name?” I called out over my shoulder. Just asking made me feel like I was regaining some control of the situation.

    “Mike,” he said.

    “I’m, uh, I’m Barry,” I replied.

    “I don’t care.”

    Suddenly I was pissed off. Fuck him! I didn’t need to be treated like this, and I didn’t need to do what he said. We were right at the corner of 7th and 19th, in front of a giant apartment building. I spun around and nearly ran into him. He was huge, and I had to fight off the urge to look him up and down. His muscles were fully on display in a tight, low-hanging t-shirt underneath his coat, and his jeans hugged his muscular thighs.

    I focused on his face, trying to ignore how handsome he was. “Where are we going?”

    He looked totally unphased by my fury. “Upstairs.”

    “Why?”

    He stepped closer to me. A thick, masculine smell wafted off him, even though he’d just showered. “Let me make something clear: You don’t have to go anywhere with me. But we both know what you need.”

    “What the hell does that mean?” I didn’t even care what he said at this point. He was clearly a weirdo. Luckily, that meant he wasn’t doing the normal thing and turning me in. Bullet dodged. But I didn’t need to stand here on the corner and listen to him. I could race off back to work and forget this ever happened.

    He put one of his large hands on my shoulder. It felt heavy and warm. Very warm. “You snuck into my locker. Is that the kind of thing you do regularly?”

    I paused, surprised at the question. “No.” I’d never done anything like that, not that I could remember.

    “Right.” He smiled. “You’re a good boy. You never really misbehave, do you?”

    Feeling like I was losing control of the situation again, I said, “No. I don’t.”

    His stare was unwavering, locking my eyes to his. “But we both know why you did something bad this time. You’re hard up, and it’s making you stupid. And a boy like you has no reason to be that desperate. So you need to be punished. We can go upstairs to my apartment and do something about it, or you can wander off and act out like this again. But I bet the next guy won’t be so cool about it when you get into his business. Hell, next time, I won’t be so cool about it.”

    He leaned down over me, and I felt my dick jerking to attention. What was going on?

    “You know you want it,” Mike said. “Now go.”

    He gave me a push toward the entrance to the building—not too hard a push, but hard enough.

    Wow, I thought. Is this going… where it seems to be going?

    Feeling dazed, I turned and went inside.

    There was a boyish, surprisingly sexy doorman at the desk, who smiled at me. When he saw Mike behind me, the smile widened. “Hey Mike,” he said knowingly.

    Embarassed, I wandered back to the elevators.

    “Push the button,” Mike ordered me, thankfully too low for the doorman to hear. I could feel his gaze on us.

    I obeyed.

    My brain felt confused, but my dick didn’t; I was getting a full-on erection. I moved to adjust myself and Mike said, low but commanding, “Stop. Don’t touch it.”

    I pulled my hand back, even though my bulge was very obvious. The elevator came and we got on. “Push ‘17,’” Mike said. I turned to the buttons and saw the doorman, still grinning, eyeing my obvious hard-on across the lobby.

    The doors closed and I turned to Mike, who grabbed me by the chin, gently but firmly, and pushed my head forward. “No,” he said. “Face front and stand still.”

    I did as I was told, feeling very conscious of my breathing, my stance, and my dick straining uncomfortably against my briefs. Mike faced me from the side and ran his hands over my midsection, front and back, making me gasp. I couldn’t believe he was touching me. This was happening. Somehow this had gone from my worst moment in recent memory to a fantasy I never believed could ever happen.

    Mike felt me up and then down, his hands grazing the top of my ass and my cock, and then lifting up to a rough pinch of one of my nipples. I choked, my dick painfully hard.

    The elevator opened at 17. Mike dangled a set of keys in front of me. “17E. Unlock it for us.” Then he slapped my ass, nearly making me fall out of the elevator.

    I turned right without thinking and was relieved to see it was the correct way to his apartment. At the door, Mike loomed over me while I struggled with the locks. He pointed at a key. “That’s for the top one. That’s for the bottom.”

    I’d never been ordered around like this, at least not in a sexual way, and not even in a nonsexual way since I was a young kid. It made me feel confused: annoyed, but also very, very turned on.

    I finally managed to get the door open, revealing a small one-bedroom apartment, modern, sparsely decorated in a clearly masculine way. I was halfway through the living room when Mike said, “Stop.”

    I held still while I listened to him close and lock the door. I felt a moment of lucidity.

    “Wait,” I said. “What time is it? I have to get back to work.”

    “No,” Mike said.

    It was like I was coming out of a spell. “I have a job. I’ll get in trouble. I’ll get fired!”

    “You’re sick,” Mike said, taking my gym bag and tossing it away. “You’re calling in sick.”

    “But I–”

    “Shh,” Mike said, and he leaned down and kissed me. His thick lips pressed down on mine, parting them, and his tongue forced its way into me as his whole giant body wrapped around me.

    Suddenly he pulled back, stepping away. “Tell your boss you went home sick.”

    Overwhelmed, I struggled to think straight. Could I do that? I needed to check the spreadsheet before sending it—no, wait, fuck it. I could just send it. As long as my boss had that file in hand, she might not care if I was out for the rest of the day. And the sheet was in the cloud; I just needed to copy it into an email to her.

    “OK. OK, that’ll work.” I pulled out my phone and quickly started a message.

    Mike stood in front of me and pulled his shirt off. His chest was huge, a mountain of hairy muscle.

    I struggled to type a coherent email. Autocorrect was working overtime. “I don’t feel well,” I wrote. “Heading home. Here’s the spreadsheet.”

    Now all I had to do was copy the link and paste it in.

    Mike yanked the phone out of my hand.

    “Hey!” I reached for it, then stopped at the sight of him towering over me, half-naked. Weakly, I said, “I just need another second.”

    “Take your shirt off and you get the phone back.” His expression was impassive, but his eyes twinkled.

    It seemed like the quickest way to get the phone back was to do as he said. I unbuttoned my shirt, then pulled it off. I felt very conscious of how small my body was compared to Mike’s—but I watched his eyes run over me appreciatively. Thank god I’d been sticking to my workout schedule.

    “Here you go,” he said, handing the phone back.

    I quickly unlocked it and got back to copying the link. As I struggled with my sweaty thumbs, Mike pulled me close by the front of my pants. It became difficult to breathe, much less concentrate on pasting the link, as he unbuckled and unzipped me, his thick fingers brushing against my hard-on.

    Mike crouched, yanking my pants down and revealing a pair of small, sexy briefs I’d bought on a whim to feel better about myself.

    I somehow managed to insert the link correctly and hit send, hoping I hadn’t fucked up the email. I tossed the phone aside just as Mike pressed his open mouth against the front of my briefs, engulfing my cock through the fabric.

    All thought left my head.

    Mike grabbed my ass, lifted his mouth from my crotch, and said, “You’re a hot little twink. But you’ve been very bad.” He let go of me and stood up. “Turn around.”

    This was actually going to happen. I turned around.

    His hands manhandled my ass, and then he slapped it, hard, making me cry out.  

    I was staring at a blank wall, waiting, feeling the sting of the spanking, wondering what would happen next. As the moment stretched out, my dick got harder and harder.

    SLAP! Mike spanked me again. It hurt, but after a moment it also felt weirdly good. Without meaning to, I thrust my ass back for another hit.

    Instead, Mike said, “Undo my pants.”

    My only impulse was to do as he said. I spun around and dropped to my knees. He was wearing jeans, but even through the thick denim I could see the outlines of a monster hard-on. I quickly unbuckled and unbuttoned him, then pulled his pants down, revealing white briefs straining to hold onto a beer-can-thick dick stretched all the way to his side, his underwear wet at its tip.

    “Briefs too,” Mike said.

    I yanked them down, springing his cock free. Even against his massive frame, it looked sizable—and way bigger than any dick I’d ever had. My stomach knotted with fear. Maybe this was going to be a punishment after all.

    But my body began to quiver, eager for what was going to happen, no matter how worried I felt about accommodating Mike.

    He shook his hips, dangling his dick in my face. “Is this what you were hoping to see on my phone?”

    “Yes,” I mumbled.

    “What was that?”

    “Yes,” I announced. Mesmerized, I put my lips on his cockhead, then tried to swallow it. The first third of his dick filled my mouth, and, while I had to struggle not to choke, its warm, pulsing firmness was intoxicating. I wanted more.

    “No,” Mike said, pulling it out of my mouth. He grabbed his cock and slapped it against my cheek. “You’re getting punished, remember? You do as I say. Now stand up.”

    Obeying, I found myself facing his giant, hairy chest.

    “Are you clean?” he growled.

    “Yes,” I said. I’m pretty regular, and I’d already had my morning stopover just before the gym, and I hadn’t eaten much that day. I knew from experience there would be no issues with bottoming. Plus I’d just showered after the workout. But then I looked down at Mike’s cock and wondered if I should have lied, to protect myself from that thing.

    “Turn around.”

    I did, facing the bare wall again. I sensed him getting on his knees behind me, and then his hands and arms were all over my lower body, pulling me back against him as his mouth slipped between my ass cheeks. His lips and tongue explored my hole as my legs went weak, and I had to lean back and steady myself by grabbing his head, which jerked back and forth as he ate me out.

    It felt incredible but also overwhelming, like he was going to fully fuck me just with his strong, penetrating tongue. I wondered if I would come like that.

    Then he pulled away, quickly again, until he was no longer touching me. I struggled to regain my balance.

    “Go to the bedroom.” He slapped my ass.

    Stumbling a little, I did, and I felt him right behind me, heat radiating off his massive frame.

    His bed was large and white, and just before I reached it he pushed me so that I fell across it. His large hands grabbed me by my hips and hoisted me up, ass high. His mouth attacked my hole again, and then a thick finger poked at me and then into me. It was too rough for a moment, but then I adjusted to it, and I started bucking my hips back against his hand. I glanced back at the giant, hairy, muscular man who was fingering me. I felt drunk, out of control, dripping with need for him, as his finger dug into me and pressed my trigger button.

    Just as I was wondering if I would come this way, another finger forced its way in, slowing me down. It took a moment to relax onto it, and then I was thrusting back onto his hand again.

    I heard my phone ring in the living room.

    Mike pulled his fingers out of me, shocking me with their sudden absence, and walked out. I turned just in time to glimpse his huge back and wide, muscular ass as he exited the room.

    “I–I’m sorry,” I called out. “I should have silenced it.” I heard the ringtone cut off, and then, to my horror, Mike said, “Hey, this is Barry’s phone. Yeah, I’m a friend of his, just helping him out since he’s sick. Oh yeah, sure, he’s well enough that he can answer a quick question. Hold on.”

    He walked in, his whole body packed with muscles, his dick swaying, his face giving nothing away. He held the phone out to me. “It’s your boss.”

    Feeling totally exposed, like my whole office could see me naked through the phone, I reluctantly took it. “Uh, hey,” I said into the receiver.

    “Barry, I’m so sorry to bother you,” my boss said. She was a little older than me, late thirties, always nice, a little clueless, but very driven. It was totally like her to ignore the warning that I was sick.

    I struggled to control my breathing as Mike grabbed me by the hips and swung me back into position. Despite my mix of feelings, my body responded, my back arching and my butt pressing back hungrily toward Mike.

    “I just need to ask you about this spreadsheet,” my boss said. “Hold on, it’s opening.”

    I felt Mike’s hard, thick cock pressing up between my ass cheeks. I buried my head in his bed as he began to stroke his dick up and down across my hole. It felt so big, too big, but I wanted it so badly, even though I was afraid of it.

    “Ah, there it goes!” my boss said. “OK, looks like you have everything here. Hold on…”

    Mike pulled away, and I looked back to see him unrolling a condom over his cock. Then he dipped a lube-slicked finger into my hole and I gasped. I quickly covered the phone.

    “OK,” my boss said, clearly oblivious. “What about impressions? Do we get any numbers for that, like on the web?”

    I started to answer, then stopped as Mike slipped a second lubed-up finger into me. I took a second to control my breathing, then said, “Uh, no. No, no figures like that for podcasts. Just downloads.”

    “Oh, you poor thing,” she said. “You sound like you’re gasping for breath. I’m so sorry to bug you, just one more second.”

    Mike pulled his fingers out and I sighed in relief. I just needed to finish this phone call. Then I felt a strong, insistent pressure on my hole. Mike was beginning to push his cock into me.

    “Is this all set for printing?” she asked.

    Before I could answer, Mike’s dickhead started penetrating my hole. I bore down, hoping to take it in as quickly as possible. I didn’t trust myself to speak.

    “Are you there? Hello?”

    I took a breath and tried to control my voice. “I’m here,” I said, a little whispery. “Sorry, just not feeling great.” I covered the receiver as the head of Mike’s cock popped inside me and I arched my back, whimpering.

    “You know what,” she said, “I think I got it. I feel terrible to have bothered you.”

    “No worries,” I managed to say, and then I realized I was still covering the phone. I uncovered it just as Mike began thrusting the rest of himself into me. “No worries,” I said again, somehow managing to keep my voice level. “Bye.”

    I stabbed at the hang-up button but failed to hit it as Mike’s dick jerked me forward.

    “Feel better!” my boss said, and then my finger connected and the call was over.

    I let out a long, deep moan, finally free to react to Mike’s cock as he buried it to the root. I realized the phone call, while incredibly annoying, had actually distracted me enough to take his cock more easily than I would have otherwise. And now his dick totally filled me, making my insides feel cramped from the pressure. Still, my ass wiggled down around the massive cock, satisfied in a way I’d never known before.

    “Good job,” Mike said, his hands firm on my hips. “Now you find out what I do to boys who mess with my things.” He pistoned his dick in and out, shockingly hard and fast, and I groaned and then whimpered as he slammed against me again and again, our bodies loudly slapping together. The bed creaked as his weight bore down on me.  

    “You violate my privacy,” Mike growled, “and I violate you.” My hands slipped around on the bed, struggling to hold on as he yanked me back onto his cock by my hips, and then his whole body thrust me forward, impaled on him, again and again. My dick had lost some of its hardness, shocked by the full assault of a man twice my size. I breathed in, focused on relaxing, letting him take me, letting it happen to me. I felt every inch of his thick dick as it pushed inside me, my whole mind and body focused on it.

    He climbed up onto the bed behind me, his massive thighs engulfing mine, his cockhead digging even deeper in me, but now I was growing used to it, my body hungry for it. He kept pounding, his fucking erasing my thoughts, so that I was just a receiver for him.

    He slipped a hand under me and grabbed my hard-again dick. “Oh yeah,” he said. “You’re taking your punishment like a good boy.”

    “Yes,” I gasped out, happy to please him.

    “You’re going to do as I tell you from now on, aren’t you, boy?”

    “Yes,” I said, meaning it, eager to follow orders.

    He pulled out of me, leaving me empty and desperate for him to return.

    “Get on your back,” he ordered. “I want to see your face when I punish you.”

    I flipped over, clumsy in my eagerness. I stared up at his mountainous torso, amazed to be able to freely study his naked body. I wiggled my ass down the bed, hungry for him to fill it again.

    Mike’s arm muscles bulged as he grabbed his stiff dick and waggled it against my ass, but he didn’t enter me again. Instead he said, “Ask for your punishment.”

    “Please,” I said immediately, in heat. “Give it to me. Punish me.”

    He waved his dick around, and I stared down at its hugeness. “Where do you want it?” he asked. “Show me.”

    Shameless in my need, I lifted my legs up to my chest, grabbed my buttcheeks, and spread them so my hole pointed up at Mike. “Here,” I said. “Please, put your dick here, inside of me.”

    Grinning, Mike pushed his body into mine, his cock torpedoing into my ass. I thrust my head back, shocked at the return of him, struggling to fully let his dick in. He grabbed my legs, holding them against the hairy muscles of his torso. “You fantasized about this, didn’t you?” he asked.

    “Yes,” I groaned, feeling my body mold itself around his invading cock.

    “That’s a good boy,” Mike said, slowly building up a rhythm into me. “Made to be punished.”

    As he thrusted in and out, I felt his cock hit a deep part of me, a button that flooded my lower half with need and pleasure—more fully each time he pushed into my ass. My cock twitched in time with it, and I could feel Mike’s body reading mine. “I knew you’d love it,” he said, “you little slut,” and he quickened and deepened his rocking motion, his massive arms flexing as they held my legs tight against his muscled body.

    It took me up and over, the pressure in my dick filling until I came, crying out as I shot all over myself.

    “Oh fuck,” Mike said, looking down at me and speeding up his thrusting. “That did it! Oh fuck, you little bitch!” His pounding into me was hard to take as I kept coming, but it also made my orgasm unbelievably long and intense, almost painful, and then Mike was shouting wordlessly and I knew he was unloading into my ass as my own dick shot out a final few times, emptying more fully than it ever had before.

    I struggled to muster the strength to endure Mike’s own lengthy orgasm, his thrusting slowing but deepening as he powered his load into me. I vaguely remembered he was wearing a condom, and I hoped it hadn’t burst with the power of his fucking.

    I also couldn’t believe that any of this had happened. It was larger and more overwhelming than any fantasy I’d ever dared to have.

    As we both slowly recovered, I still felt drunk and weak, undone by what had just happened. It helped me overcome the discomfort of Mike easing out of me.

    “You all right?” he asked, studying me.

    “Yes,” I said. “Fuck, yes.”

    He raised an eyebrow. “You going to screw with my stuff again?”

    I laughed. “If this is what happens afterward, maybe I will.”

    He flipped me onto my stomach and slapped my ass, shocking me. “Sounds to me like you need to be punished some more.”

    That felt impossible, but I realized my dick was twitching at the idea, and then my whole body jerked involuntarily, my back arching, my butt rising up, ready for another swat. “Oh yeah,” Mike said. “You still want it. You’re still a good boy who needs his punishment.”

    I wanted to protest, but I couldn’t deny my hardening cock—or the desire building up in my burning ass.

    “Go shower off and get ready for some more,” Mike said, pushing me off the bed.

    Struggling to stay upright, I did as I was told—then, and for the rest of the afternoon and into the evening as Mike ordered me to accomodate him in every possible way. I remember, hours later, holding onto the bedframe as Mike held me against him, his massive chest muscles surrounding me, his dick invading me as I was helpless to do anything but take it, and I couldn’t decide if this really was a punishment or a reward, but I knew I never wanted it to end either way.


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  • Deep Tissue Massage

    The lobby always had that too clean appearance to it.  It was accented by the sickeningly friendly woman at the counter.  I could tell she was drinking the Kool-Aid. Hell she was probably fucking the manager.  No big deal, I wasn’t here for her or the bull shit new age nonsense for sale in the lobby.  While I generally hated the pretense at Massage Envy, I did enjoy getting a massage.  As I checked in I learned that my regular massage therapist wasn’t available.  He had called in sick so they had switched me to David.  She hoped I didn’t mind.  Well fuck! I thought.  I guess I was going to be fine with it.

    I sank down in the chair and pulled out my iPhone to see what was lurking on Grindr.  I was more horny than sore, but I had signed up for the massage a few days ago.  Grindr was the same boring fucks that always wanted to trade pictures.  It was like some sort of beginner porn or something.  As I was scrolling through the prospects I heard my name being called, “John….”  I looked up at the source of the voice.

    I thought to myself, this must be David.  I sure hope he can give a good massage.  He wasn’t that much to look at. Okay, he was flat fucking ugly.  I reminded myself that I was hear for the rub down not the fuck down.  I greeted the little troll at the door and smiled as politely as I could muster.

    “Hi John, David was busy setting up the room from his last client and wanted me to bring you back.  I’m Sam.,  he said.  “Thank you Sam,” I replied.  Sam proceeded to escort me back to room 12.  This room was usually colder than a Baptist preacher’s wife.   Sam motioned for me to go into the room, but stayed out of the room.  Before closing the door he said, “David prefers that you be face down on the table if you want to make yourself comfortable.  Enjoy your massage.”

    And with that Sam closed the door, leaving me in the dimly lit, freezing cold room listening to fake beach noises.  This was unusual.  Protocol was that the therapist greeted you and then wasted 10 minutes of your time while you got undressed.  Whatever, I thought.  It was late and they probably all wanted to get the fuck out of here.  I resigned myself to be surprised and quickly got undressed and under the sheet on the table.  To my pleasant surprise the table was warm.  At least someone had something right I thought.

    I settled in under the sheet, face down as requested and waited for David.  After a few minutes there was a gentle tap followed by the door opening.  I glanced up as David introduced himself, “Hi John, I’m David.”  He continued, “I’ve read your chart and I’m ready to give you a good working over.”  Ha! I thought, you hardly know the working over I want boy!  David was 25, 5’9″ probably 180# a bit on the stocky/muscular side.  He was clean cut with short hair and was lightly tanned.  In a word this guy was hot.  I would enjoy the massage for sure, but I wanted more.  “Great,” I replied.

    David placed his hand on my back and walked around me.  Therapists had this pattern of ‘grounding’ on the patient.  I could tell alot from touch and David’s hand wasn’t the cold, disinterested one.  I decided I would be chatty with him.  Sometimes I was dead quiet and just laid there enjoying my massage.  Othertimes I was chatty and would have a good conversation with the therapist.  My only rule was that they didn’t unload all their personal problems on me.

    I started out with the standard fare, “How long have you been doing bodywork?”  “About 5 years,” he replied as he began to work my shoulders.  He was definitely good.  He ran his muscular hands down my back and I was acutely aware of his crotch very close to my head.  I could smell his sweaty crotch!  It smelled delicious.  David’s hands were working my sore back and finding knots while my mind was in the gutter.  He worked his way progressively down my back pausing for a second at my ass.  As he begin to massage my ass he remarked, “You have a nice ass, very firm and muscular.”  “Thanks, I hear that alot,” I replied as I smiled and laughed a bit.  He didn’t skip a beat and replied, “I bet.”  Hmmm I thought, if only you knew.  It was pretty unusual to have the therapist massage my ass, but it had happened before and was pretty inoccuous.  I had made sure to be squeaky clean before coming in.  That was my habit.

    He worked his way down my legs to my feet as we traded small talk.  He had moved to Houston from Raleigh, North Carolina.  That explained the wholesome look and friendly demeanor.  He had me turn over and massaged my legs and chest and neck.  This was normally where things wound down with some pitiful plea for a tip and another massage.

    Instead David told me to turn over again.  Sure, I thought.  I glanced at the clock as I turned over and realized we had run over by about 20 minutes.  I kept my mouth shut and hoped I wasn’t going to get billed extra.  He said, “You had some extra tension in your back that I want to take care of.”  “Thanks I said,” as I thought to myself that the real tension was in my ass.  He lowered the table down to where I was about 10 inches off the ground.  Massage Envy had some great powered tables, which was one of their redeeming qualities.  David straddled me and removed the draping so he could get to my back.  This was unusual for sure.  He began to work my lower back and slid down to my ass.  He settled down on to my legs which was my first clue that this was about to get interesting.  As he lowered himself he said, “You don’t mind if I touch you do you?”  “Not at all, touch whatever you want,” I replied.  “I will,” he said.  He started to work his way up my back, leaning forward as he did.  I could feel a bulge in his pants and knew that he was turned on.  That was hot I thought to myself, but it probably wouldn’t go anywhere.

    As if I to ensure I hadn’t imagined his cock pushing against my ass he paused to adjust himself.  After which he remarked, “I’ve got a little tension myself that needs releasing.”  I thought for a second before replying, “I’d be happy to help.”  As if on queue he stood up and unbuckled his pants.  I didn’t dare turn around, but I could tell he was taking his pants off.  He said in a low voice, “I had hoped you might.”  Before I could reply he was back on top of me, skin against skin this time.  He said, “I have some lube here which will feel better than massage lotion, but I’m a bit aggressive when I fuck.” As he said this he was lubing himself and my hole.  I replied, “bring it!”  He was probably 8.5 and a bit thicker than average from what I could feel.  I hadn’t turned around to look lest I spoil the moment.

    He wasted no time and deftly moved back to position the head of his cock against my ass.  He leaned over me and whispered, “Let me in or I’ll break down your hole.”  Hot I thought as he eased into my hole.  I desperately wanted some poppers.  He must have been reading my mind because I heard the unmistakeable sound of a cap being removed and him inhaling.  He handed the bottle to me and I happily took it.

    He wasn’t messing around and started pumping my hole.  He was very good at being a top and I had been craving his cock the whole time he had been massaging me.  As he was fucking me I wondered about the time and if we were going to get interrupted.  This was somewhat risky for both of us and the last thing I needed was drama.  David plowed my hole good and deep for a few minutes before unloading in me.  He hadn’t lasted long and he knew it.  He bit gently on my ear and said, “That’s a sample.  I’ll give you my number for later.”  “Deal sir,” I replied.  He pulled out and cleaned up and got dressed.  He leaned over and whispered to me, “You’ll leave me a $5 tip.”  I thought that was odd, but before I could respond he said.  “You normally tip $15 according to the computer.  So $5 will make them think you didn’t like my massage.  I’m headed to the front to tell them you complained which is why we ran over.”  We both smiled as he walked out the door.  His seed was deep in my hole and oozing a bit as I got up and got dressed.  I pulled myself together and headed to the front.

    When I got to the front the manager was the only one there and he was clearly ready to get the fuck out.   He asked how my massage was.  “It was okay, but I don’t think we should schedule him again.”  He looked up and replied, “Most people request repeats with David.”  I replied, “I didn’t care for his technique, but I can see why others might.”  He smiled, “Okay, I’ll take him off your list.”

    As I signed the card receipt and put in the tip I noticed that the manager’s phone was sitting there, unlocked.  He had Grindr up.  Hmm, I thought to myself.  It made for an interesting moment because I think he realized I saw his phone.  He grabbed it at the first moment and locked the screen.  He smiled and said, “Have a nice night John.”  I smiled back and said, “I did, thanks.”  He had a twinkle in his eye so I knew there was more going on when he replied, “I’ll see you next time.”


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  • Buddies

    This is a work of fiction. So needles to say that all characters and places a fictitious.

    This is a gay erotic writing so if you are offended by such reading go no further. You must be of legal age to read this in your country.

    Everything you read in this story is fictional.


    Buddies

    hi my name is Robert, friends cal me Rob mostly. I will tell you my story of how I discovered myself and my sexual needs. I know sex does not define me but it most certainly makes a large part of my life and thus makes a big portion of who I am and what I like. 

    I wouldn’t describe myself as straight or gay but let’s just say I’m sex flexible and have no qualms whatsoever as to who I choose to spend my time with or my bed for that matter. It was not always so and I needed almost 10 years to understand that, appreciate it and finally accept it.

    I don’t think I’m a philosopher or a romantic or something in that matter. Most things I do sexually are like physical motions that become feelings that becomes state of mind. I’m not that guru sort of guy that has every emotion and every action categorized, I have my issues still, don’t get me wrong, I do like the next guy, but trough my life I try to face my demons my fears and insecurities. Sometimes it leads to a heart break sometimes it leads so enlightenment and sometimes it just stays somewhere in between.

    prelude

    So to tell you a bit more about myself my past and my origins. I grew up in a loving home really. My father was a great figure in my life. Mother to but she was the caregiver and an excellent cook. She gave me comfort many times, don’t get me wrong, but it was the approval of my father that I always seek out. And my father had a religion you know, not sort of church going religion, but the other sort, the religion of the body. Well my mother was more traditional, but she did not protest and she did everything to accommodate what me and my father wanted to experience. 

    To say sport was an integral part of my growing up was an understatement. For example when I was 5 I remember this, me and my father were playing some games and if I lost I had to do pushup or crunches or stuff. It was always about activity about our body, he distilled that in me. “Remember boy what you put inside that body and how you make that body work it off” was his motto. Now as I look back to it I really see how much of a religion it was, something you don’t put down. You do everything in your power to make the best of your body, you know, to see what it is capable of. 

    So yeah as I was seven I was given a choice what sport to play, I could not decide but after I watched Olympic games I knew, I wanted to be a gymnast the best fucking gymnast there is. My father supported me and was proud. I took to practices like fish to water. I lowed it. Our coach was a strict but a careing man and he pushed us guys hard, but he also knew how to appraise and stuff. It was really a nice thing to experience.

    All was going well until the summer I hit 14. I got a sudden growth spurt. It was late but still I knew it would be coming soon because my father was a big man around 6,2 I guess. As the school year begun and the practices picked up I knew I was out of luck. I loved gymnastics with all my heart I really did, but I saw it in coaches eyes. I was getting to big, I would soon not be able to support my own weight no mater how hard I tried. I was just to damn big. A head or so bigger than the rest of the boys.

    I was bummed for real after the coach asked me what else is of interest of me. I remember getting tears in my eyes and he was not a prick about it. He suggested two thing wrestling and lifting weights. Yeah it was all appealing to me but still it was not an easy choice. This time my father pushed me in the direction of wrestling. I didn’t really choose it but I was reluctant to choose either of the sports. 

    Later on I realized my heart was not in it. Not that I was not good at it but it all seemed strange to me, too much in your face stuff and I started gravitating towards weight lifting. My father was not pleased at all he was afraid that my arrogance will get the best of me, he was afraid I would start using some drugs to enhance my performance. That goes against everything he believes is right for a male body to go trough. He firmly believes it should grow and develop on its own not pumping it like like a thanksgiving turkey. We made a pact I was to stay clean and to what the coaches told me to do and not get greedy with the gains. At 15 he put his trust in me and I respected that. Well mostly I will admit to some half circles but that was later on when in university but nothing mayor and I always did it under supervision and as much as I liked the gains I knew it was cheating and I didn’t want to feel fake. After some great inner reflexion I promised myself to stay true to my promise to my father. As it turned out I have great genetics afterall.

    So you are expecting measurements right? I purposely will not go into details as I think the numbers do any justice to the body, you have to see it and appreciate it to give it justice. I will tell you this however I was 6,1 with nice meaty pecs, great set of guns, nice washboard abs and slim waist, nice meaty rump and big defined legs, strong calves and all. I was most proud of my meaty shoulders and pecs and my legs.

    As to my appearance I am a mixture of Scandinavian elegance and Italian charm. My father is the elegant one and my mother is the charmer. I got the best of their attributes. I have brown curly hair, Mediterranean face with some more fine lines (aka my nose) my mothers full lips and a tall body that my Italian cousins seem to lack. My skin is sort of fair but not too much. I tan nicely, but I definitely don’t have that olive skin complexion.

    As for my personality I like to think things trough and make an informed decision but on the other hand I’m also impulsive and definitively got some of my mothers temperament. I boil up quickly if you know what I mean.

    As for my dick, well it is a 10X6 inch and something of a beast with a nice helmet head, naturally not circumcised. I leak so much precum it is freaky sometimes, but I like it, like really like it the taste and texture of it if you know what I mean. I have medium sized balls that are pronounced with a large ball sack. So the are like the perfect set of low hangers in my opinion and the whole things makes a nice package. I was really self concious about that in my teens I will admit. Later on I learn to love every inch of my body, including and most noticeably my dick and balls.

    So to tell you more about my sexual life. I became sexually active at 15. There were always many girls interested in me and since my father insisted that nudity was to be encouraged I had no problem to show off. I had a nice compact body at that time and girls loved that. My favorite attire was sweatpants and if totally necessary a t shirt. I was an exhibitionist from an early age and I loved it. So I got attention that I wanted and some that I at first did not want. At first it bothered me that guys would check me out or some of them even gawk at me, some gayer ones even drool over me.  I got past that soon after I started dating girls. 

    Male physique was something beautiful to me and I was to some extent excited about it and since I put so much effort into my own, I accepted the fact that some guys might get of on me and my pictures. So soon I was not offended by this occurrence rather than get mad and say hurtful things I put on a mini show. What I soon discovered that held the most normal ones at bay, but some of them persisted anyway and I had to set them straight. I remember saying to the few most daring ones: “I don’t care if you stare at my body or even jerk of at the sight of it but if you ever touch me again I swear I will break your nose.” To be fair I remember that in our school there were 2 broken noses, the perpetrator was newer found.

    I was know to be a sort of man whore to be honest. I did have a girlfriend every second week at first. And since they were all apparently well satisfied news got around fast and I newer lacked female company. As the slut period ended I got myself a free minded girl she was about 5 years my senior and I had a relationship of sort with her, but that ended as soon as I got to university in Zurich. I didn’t want any baggage to follow me. For the first time in my life I was a bachelor and I actually liked it. I must say sex was great and wild with Miranda, I think I even loved her to some extent. I liked the fact that we opened the relationship in the last year, so the breakup was not that hard on her and me for that matter.

    Although I had sex almost regularly from 15 on I must admit I newer stooped jerking my cock. Self love was an integral part of my life. I usually came 3 to 4 times a day and usually 2 times on my own but not always, Miranda was a hard to please woman. And I liked it. 

    She sort of got me in all kinds of kink. She helped me discover my nipples, she drove me mad sometimes tormenting them but I think I still love her for that. She wanted me to discover my ass to but I did not let her. OK she showed me the pleasures of rimming but I did not want to go further. It was nice and pleasurable but I didn’t want to go there. What else? Spanking, yeah that got me going like nobody’s business. Me giving it to her or the other way around. In all fairness I liked dishing it out more, we were never abusive or anything, just to get some light color and tingling sensation. Well to be honest I got a high pain tolerance as I discovered early on. I think it was a sort of a trust game. Speaking of trust, we enjoyed bondage to. Nothing elaborate, but I did have some wrist and ankle cuffs and a collar to go with. I liked that sort of play, mostly just wearing them for the smell and the looks. My god you would never believe what sort of looks would I get if I decide to wear them outside. Just the wrist ones mind you but that got some perverts going, I can imagine. Mostly I just had them stashed in my socks compartment in a nice red velvet sack. The way I got them from Miranda.

    The time came to leave my childhood nest and I was ready, maybe more than ready. I had good grades and my parents were well of so I could afford the university in Zurich. I went for a degree in economics. But I later did the PE degree simultaneously. Yeah can you imagine a meat head with brains. It was hard but I loved every second of it

    October 1999

    I just turned 18 a few weeks back and I was on my own in a strange town in a whole new setting. Yeah my clique of buddies were gone, Miranda was obviously in the past. The new chapter in life sort of. There were tears as I left my hometown, but not just mine I guess we were all sad that one chapter in my life was over.

    So I got into dorms and got a roommate Paolo from Spain. The foreign students were paired together for god knows why so yeah everything was different. Paolo was a gymnast I was a bit shocked. I wanted to be a gymnast but could not be, well you know the longing remained. Paolo was 5,7 at the most and had to be around 155 or such. He had that typical look about him and really handsome features. Dark and exotic with really prominent lips on him. He was a looker to say the least.

    But the cool thing about him was the honesty and the direct nature of speaking. We got along well I had to adjust some for sure, but we soon found a rhythm that worked for us. We became fast friends and I went to most of his competitions with him. The near ones at least. Just loved watching gymnastic. And I find those type of bodies really appealing. Nostalgia kicked in as well. We even did some flexibility exercises with him. It was a good few months. We really connected I think.

    He was very up front about his sexuality, he admitted to being gay the first day we met and left me an opening so I could change rooms, but I didn’t want to. Really it did not bother me.

    Upon telling me about his sexuality I replied: “well I don’t care who you choose to fuck as long as I’m not on the list of prospects.”

    “O don’t get your hopes up straight boy, for that you would have to take me on a date first” and he laughed like a maniac after that. He was like that, a total riot and I liked him for that. He was true to his word he never tried anything those few months. He did look mind you, but that did not bother me at all. Sometimes when I was feeling frisky I even flexed for him or did a slow striptease for him. That got him going he would laugh hysterically afterward but his dick was hard I could see. As I said it did not bother me. I felt relaxed around him, we were becoming good friends. I had some other friends to but I liked to hang out with him the most. 

    The dorm room was sort of a small apartment. Two small bead rooms a living space a small kitchenette and a bathroom. Small mind you but apartment nevertheless.

    Physically I improved since I came to Zurich. I did retain the regular fitness routine and I got a good mentor at the university gym. Heinz was 35 and ripped as all hell. 5.10 or so in height and weighted around 210 so yeah, a muscle bull. He took a liking for me and he became sort of a father figure for me for the 4 years I was in Zurich. To this day we stayed in touch and are really good friends. He was the one who talked me into doing PE degree along with my degree in economics I was taking.

    He improved my lifting technique and I must say he was the one who suggested my half cycles I took after my first year. Nothing mjor mind you just something to boost my growing. But later when I decided this was not for me he supported my decision and I think he stopped doing his cycles at the same time. We both had an impact on each other and I still think he helped me to mature in a man I am.

    Sexually things got complicated soon. I promised myself that I would not become tied down with a relationship again. It was good with Miranda and all but I just wanted to breathe some free air if you know what I mean. I guess I was to young when I started with Miranda and now I felt as if I was tied down and a I needed to spread my wings of sort.

    So one night stands it was and like before in my life I soon got a reputation and the girls were just coming like bees on honey. So yeah no shortage there but honestly it got old really fast. I wanted more and that is why I started to miss Miranda after a few months. I would imagine her in all sort of kinky situations and I would jerk of like a maniac in those months. I allays took my time mind you.

    But what started as somewhat innocent accident developed into something totally different. I liked to flex and appraise my body while jerking of. I found it best to watch myself in the full length mirror in my room and jerk really slowly you know. 

    Caressing my chest and nipples. I am somewhat harry person but I hate shaving it of I think it lessens the manliness or something. I do crop my hair closely but I like it to show. I like the feeling I get when I roam my chest and the hair tickles my fingers. And than the difference in texture from my nipples. I like to work them hard. It really gets my juices flowing. Literary. I have a very strong precum flow so yeah. 

    I sort of have fetish of sort for my nipples I work them hard and they get so sensitive. I think it is all because they are sort of big you know and all the action they were getting made them only bigger. Sometimes I think I want to get them pierced but I still believe my body is my temple and than I refrain from it. But the sensation of working my nipples it get’s me going.

    Then flexing my chest and my arms, my back, fuck it get’s me horny caressing my legs lightly to get goosebumps. Fuck I love it and than edging my dick for hour or so, just teasing my dick under the big mushroom cock head. If I play long enough I would spurt some precum  and this is so intense. I like the taste of my precum, I eat it all. Really get myself beyond horny and needy and ready to blast the cum of of my balls. 

    Put some pressure on my balls, tug them, sometimes really work them. I’m a horny bastard that way. I like to really push the limits. That is the reason I installed a mirror over my bead. I like to watch. 

    And then the moment of orgasm. Body in a spasm, howling  FUCK  over and over again. And than the sweat release, drenched in sweat and cum juices. Yeah you know, that is self love, that is the ultimate worship of your own body just admit it. Taking yourself to the limit and back again.

    Yeah to get back on track about that accident. I really hate closed doors you know living in a household where nudity was encouraged do that to you. And yeah I tried to learn this habit I still have issues with that to this day. So yeah I got horny wanted to jerk my meat and I left the doors open out of habit and my roommate comes home. He would usually laugh like a maniac if he saw me swinging my meat or something or doing some stunt to spur him on intentionally. But this time it was different he knew it was unintentional, he knew I thought I would have privacy and was doing my thing, it was my time.

    I saw him in a mirror at the door that look on his face, hard dick in his pants and I didn’t care I liked watching myself I liked being watched to be honest. Miranda and I did that a lot making a show for one another really pleasing ourselves in front of each other, feeding my exhibitionist tendencies that way and all.

    As I said I did not care, I was in m own world my time and he was watching, and I did my thing. Sniffing my pits playing my nips and all, licking my biceps…you get the picture right. He was standing there grabbing his dick trough his pants really squeezing it.

    I was making eye contact with him. What the hell. I got turned on even more. I liked it. Feeding my demon. He got his dick out and started jerking it openly this was intense. His 7 inch dick hard as a rock and dripping. Fuck this was hot.

    I got back in my zone doing what I liked to do with my body. Enjoining the moment. Even more so because he was watching the whole deal. I came to that conclusion later at the moment I really did not care and was riding the high. As I was riding my orgasm I heard him mutter his own set of litanies while he came but soon after I heard him leave me to collect myself. He was in a shower when I stood up from my bed. I went right in.

    it was not customary to barge on each other like this, was no reason to do so really, not on my part but now it was different

    “you really enjoyed the show perv” I said noncommittally definitely not accusing

    as he opened the shower doors he said. “I’m sorry for barging into your private time, but it was so hot I could not stop watching you. Sorry I didn’t mean to offend you or anything it just got to me. Wont happen again promise, just try to close the doors that would help greatly”

    “Who said I was sorry it was hot as all hell” I said teasing him

    Paolo got into the drift eminently and was mouthing off like usual: “o goodie I can stop watching porn because I have a live in porno performer “and he fucking hooted afterward

    “yeah you are the charmer, so romantic” I said faking offense

    “o for that my straight boy you need to pay me diner” he said and started laughing hysterically

    Of course I could not let that unpunished and I attacked him tickling him until he surrendered

    “i give, I give” he whimpered while I was tickling him while siting on his abdomen. That was our own dynamic we had. When he would not give me something I would make him this way, not in malicious way it was all in good fun.

    But I still felt some tension in the room afterward while watching TV with him.

    “really it does not bother me at all to share that with you. It turned me on some I think” I started.

    He was watching me in disbelief now “we can do it again sometime and I mean it” I said to him.

    “I’ll take you up on that someday Rob” he said with a crooked smile. As I started to leave for bed he  added “I’m really glad you didn’t took it the wrong way”

    “yeah yeah yeah good jerking” I said winking at him

    “prick!”

    I blew him a kiss and he started laughing immediately. I for one was happy things didn’t change between us we could still be friends and the dynamic between us was the same.

    Well to be honest the dynamic changed a little bit. Once I got the taste for showing myself of in this sort of manner it became a thrill for me. I was actively pursuing opportunities. I know I was evil sometimes because I knew he was gay and was probably attracted to me, but still it felt good. We talked and he admired he was enjoining it and I made him promise he would stop me if it got too much for him. He said in his usual snappy style: “ I would do that even if you didn’t give me permission.”

    “I’m so glad I met you” I said to him honestly afterward.

    “Me to. But you still have to buy me dinner if you want that blow job” he said being his usual self. Now it was my time for me to laugh like a lunatic.

    I was really getting bold after some time. Like calling him into my room like Paolo I have something to show you and all he would say was fuck. We were really like t 2 schoolboys in that regard. But after maybe 2 weeks he got annoyed or something like that and he said: “fuck it two can play that game.” and what a game it was. He was doing the same to me. Jerking where I could see him. Jerking himself trough the pants while we watched TV and stuff.

    The most strange thing was I was getting of on this thing and I told him as much. I was getting aroused seeing him naked or in the shower. Flaunting his cute ass around the flat and such. Yeah I found his ass cute, kill me but that is the way it was. He must have been a bigger horn dog than me I guess.

    Things started to change subtly for me. I was having fantasies about Miranda a few weeks ago or some random chick or some porno going on. Now it was all different. We masturbated for each other, with each other. And it was not offensive to me, what is more I liked seeing him play with hiss ass I was turned on by his hard dick and his self ministrations, it was subtle at first but non the less significant.

    This had gone on for a month or more I guess I couldn’t really tell. It was after he “caught” me jerking again that he said something that changed me for ever: “you should do this professionally I think people would pay good money to see all that.” Sort of a turning point for me I could say.

    I was not offended, I was not turned on or anything but a thought was placed in my head and that is bad for so many reasons. It is like I get an impulse for something and than the ball starts rolling and my ever kinky and horny minds makes up the rest, the fantasy the thrill and everything that makes something alluring.

    March 2000

    Things were getting hectic after that night with Paolo commenting on my jerk off antics. On the one hand I had this image in my head I could not shake, namely that a guy not Miranda this time was watching me flex, was getting of on seeing me flex, dominate him with my looks and sometimes even on my words as I would tell them a fantasy. Like me being big barbarian and he a roman senator or something. Sometimes the images of me spraying my cum all over their face and stuff.

    That shook me. Up until that time I never had a wish to do something with a guy but now as the thought and image was placed in my head I could not shake it. My fantasizes while jerking of shifted almost over night. Not that it bothered me much but I was definitely surprised at this turn of events so to say. The worst thing was the longer this status quo lasted the kinkier the images in my mind became, the more I fought to think of something else the more my thoughts betrayed me and turn me on to no end. I knew it was time for action, but I needed someone to talk to that was not Paolo, because I knew he would jump at the opportunity to set me up with a guy, or at least I thought he would, I got this vibe from him, like he was just waiting for me to drop the bomb, like he could read my mind or something.

    Well the other thing that made the situation even worst was Heinz and his persistence to get me into my first bodybuilding contest. I knew in my mind I would someday like to do it, but this came at the wrong time totally. I knew why he suggested it and that admant into talking me into it, it was the next logical step after 5 years or so of training, I knew it to but that was not the problem, that was logical, that was in fact the next step.

    What bothered me or made it more difficult for me was the fact that that blew my fantasy out of proportion, I was daydreaming about showing off, getting people turned on and at the same time dreading it, because I noticed and acknowledged the turn of sexual desires. It was no longer just the admiration of the male form, but it slowly became something more, something totally different.

    Luckily for me Heinz took the incentive and asked me out on a 2 day trip to his countryside cottage to help him with some repairs. I accepted without thinking much of it and we had a great time we really bonded in those 2 days. Yeah I had my own room and I really made the best of it. Being out in the air and stuff.

    Heinz said to me the last evening: “look we really need to trust each other if we are going to be able to go trough with it. The last few weeks before the competition there will be no personal space for you, some thing might get a bit to intimate for you so I will come clean with you. You can bail out after you hear me out. I don’t believe sexuality is something that is stationary and is set in stone I believe it is more fluid than that.”

    I looked puzzled not really knowing what he meant by that. And he noticed that

    “The reason my telling you this is because I want you to hear it from me not some locker room gossip you might hear in the future. People will wag their thongs at us because we will have to eventually spend a lot of time together. What I’m trying to say is I was married and I have a kid, but I got divorced 10 years ago and I had a male partner for a time. I assure you you are perfectly safe with me and I will not force anything upon you, but however you will have to let me really close and for that matter alone we need some solid trust between us.”

    “Heinz I’m really glad you told me all that, I did hear some rumors about you, but I thought they were just jealous pricks, because they all envy you and your physique. I did come to learn to trust you before that, now that you told me I trust you and respect you even more.” it was the truth. His way of thinking was something that became familiar to me over the last couple of months. He did not turn me on per se, but the fact he might find me sexually appealing made the whole deal even sweeter.

    Eventually after a good talk and he explained some sordid details about his past life I decided to come forth with my own shadows, with my demons.

    I told him about my fantasies, about what we do with Paolo and what he suggested. Heinz did not judge me. One thing that he did say was: “get it out of your system soon. Either do it it or drop it entirely. In the long run it will only hinder you if do not resolve this soon.”

    So on the end of that weekend we sort of sealed the deal and I committed for the competition and he said he would prepare me the best he could and knew how. And that say it all since he has so much experiences under his belt. 

    So for you horn dogs out there no we did not do anything sexual in that cottage, ok it was a small house not a cottage. The only thing we did do was I hugged him after we came back to Zurich to thank him for everything we shared. He hugged me back and rustled my hair and that was it. I was not hard or anything it was not sexual at least for me if he felt differently he didn’t say a word about it ever.

    So back to my roommate Paolo we did have a jerk off session after I came back there was a lot of pent up energy in me and Paolo is always ready. That fucker is probably even hornier than me anyways, although he would never admit to that

    After I was mellowing down we talked and I said to him I want to go trough with what he said. He at first didn’t know what I was referring to but he soon found about because I could not hod it in me any longer. He promised to have a solution in a few days. I was liking that it was a sort of a shared fantasy I guess. This makes it even hotter in my mind.

    So the plan was revealed. Paolo knew this discrete “sugar daddy” as he named him that could help us get the ball rolling. I met Markus in a few days for an informal interview. Well he was no daddy I guess in his 40 or so. He obviously kept busy he had a runners physique as far as I could tell a little gray on the side of his head and a nice mellow demeanor. 

    We would do a Scene where I had to come up with a setting and a fantasy that I would like and it was determined that I would have to end my performance with a cum shot. There would be no touching this first time and no body fluids exchange, as he smartly put it (aka no blow job). The whole deal would be recorded and only a fraction of the tape would be used to make a short advertisement for a few well situated men that would like a glimpse at what they would be getting into. I would get the whole tape afterward and it would be the only copy. I would get money for the first shot except for the actual cost of the film. Later on I would be contacted trough email by the prospective clients and it would be my choice how to proceed. 

    A sweet deal really. If I didn’t like it I would not be forced to do a pre set amount of exhibitions. Paolo was actually in with me and he bargained like a lawyer for me I guess I would not have gotten such a good deal out of it if he was not involved. Although I think those 2 had some history behind them so it was easier for him. I didn’t want to pry and ask a 100 questions so I just left it at that.

    So I had to come up with a scenario I found that amusing as hell. I thought I would die of embarrassment if we didn’t play roll it with Paolo a few times, he was making such a riot over it and we both had a good laugh about it. Naturally it was a barbarian and a roman senator thing.

    It went a little like this: you bought me to admire my physique, you like seeing men, you think you are superior, but you really are not. You want to worship this barbarian, you want to leave your stuck up ways of senator behind you, you know you like real men with real muscles, muscles that could crush you. Look at me how big I am and son and so fort. It was a lot of flexing, thank god Heinz showed me how it is done.

    So the stage was set and the day came I was a bit nervous, just like before my first date, a bit giddy but I knew what I wanted so I got on with it. The mood was set with the lighting and some silent background music, I had some costume and some posing straps and so on. 

    Markus came in and I was a little taken back by the fact he was just in his bathrobe. But I soon forgot all about it. I started with setting the scenario with some words and posturing. He looked mildly amused at first but as soon as I started to loose the clothes he became much more into it. He accepted the role and played with it. Soon I became aroused by the fact that I was turning him on with my body and the tent became obvious, well to be honest it was really hard to miss.

    The animal awoke in me. I wanted to dominate him, I wanted Marcus to submit to me.

    “focus on me and stop playing with your pecker! You know what is right roman.” I said and I got his attention

    “Yes Conan ( the barbarian I guess) I will do as you wish.” he responded meekly

    The mood changed immediately and I liked it, I was in command I was the center of attention. Eventually I ordered him to jerk himself. I guess he edged himself enough so he came just a second after me. It was powerful and erotic. I was addicted with this rush of power and sexual tension between us. And I wanted more. I wanted to be worshiped more: more intimately, more sensual, more sexual.

    I guess he was satiated enough to want to do it again. I got the tape and we made a schedule for me to come again and this time he wanted to do the talking and apparently he wanted to touch also since he was very specific about it. I however needn’t bother with the scene. The scene was set, he wanted to worship me with his words and hands. The fee was significantly larger this time.

    I had to let him know till Thursday if I wanted to go trough with it. I must say I was a bit torn if I wanted to do it actually. It was one think to talk about it, make a scene and act upon it it was totally different to let him touch me and so on. I knew I was OK with jerking of with a man in the same room, but this next step albeit logical was scary to me in some way.

    I eventually got trough with it and accepted the offer. This time it got more personal and more rewarding. He was really submissive this day I don’t know why but also reverent to my body, sort of like delicate he touched he talked he worshiped my body in the real sense of the word. he was clothed the whole time but I saw he was hard the whole time. I got of on it. He eventually started stroking my dick. It was strange at first but I felt really powerful. He knew how to please me he even played with my nipples some.

    I found it difficult to do the poses right and still remain focused enough on my dick to still be sexual and the other way around towards the end. But I managed somehow and the orgasm that followed was something for the books. The whole deal lasted almost an hour and I was dead tired I even took a shower he offered and than we talked some more.

    He was really candid about what was to come next but I was not sure if I could take that step. Namely exchange of bodily fluids aka he would lick me and suck me off. That was something I really could not commit to at this time and mindset.  I liked the whole experience but what he wanted to do next I simply could not jet do and be fine about it.

    He was not a prick about it and said he would try to arrange a few clients for me and set the boundaries I was not willing to cross. I tanked him and he said he wished me a lot of luck and if sometime I would like to reconsider my decision he was willing to work with me some more.

    True to his word he forwarded my email address to some of the men who were interested in this sort of thing and I got many request from them. Some I accepted some not. The scene had to be right I was with no money shortcomings so that was not a problem form me but I soon discovered I got plenty of money on my hands.

    Soon however the novelty of it all wore of and I stopped doing this worshiping sessions after 3 months. Just in time to prepare for my upcoming first bodybuilding competition. My mind was in the right place once more and I could truly commit to what was to come.

    June 2000

    Once June started it was really hectic. Luckily I studied beforehand so I could finish the test till 15th of June and I could give my total concentration back to bodybuilding and that damn competition. If I knew what a gruesome diet I would have to endure I would newer had said yes to that madness.

    Paolo was even more studious than me so he finished a few days earlier and left the apartment we shared so I was alone and left to my own devices. I was getting lonely and depressed. All this dieting had left me sort of bummed.

    Everything was sort of OK until I cam to the dorms and than it was bad and than some. Heinz noted my mood change and sort of lack of enthusiasm and was driving me hard to tell him why. I was stubborn but once I got to that braking point I just could not hold it in me any longer.

    I lashed out at Heinz for some minor thing: “i quit this shit and your stupid competition” and I pushed him out of the way.

    Before I could react he got me pinned down, damn who could think he could be so agile this man was deceptive as all fuck. But I would not give up I fought back, I wanted a fight I wanted to feel something different.

    “calm the fuck down pup!” he growled in my ear

    “Manzo I so fucking tired, jaded and I’m alone I can’t do it” I sort of mowed out in desperation

     Just to clarify he called me Pup and I called him Manzo which is loosely translated bull or beef from Italian. I don’t know why he called me pup it was I guess my playful nature and me always testing his boundaries and such. I called him Manzo because he was a Bull, compact, meaty and stubborn. Yeah my mother thought me Italian since I was a child. Although we did not leave in Italian speaking part of the country I associated Italian with home and feelings so yeah he was Manzo and not a bull.

    “I know. I see it, I promised to help you and I will” he said as he got of me and offered me a hand to stand up. Than he did one of his things again. He put his right hand on my left peck and looked me dead in the eyes serious and somber. “will you let me?” he asked.

    This is his thing he can calm me down like no other he has his ways and this was one of this ways.

    “Yes, I trust you.” I responded truthfully.

    “A hug?” he said playfully I nodded and was to late gain. He got me tricked I was in a bone crushing hug. We had our own set of antic we played with each other. I tried to fight him but has just stronger than me at the time

    “Yeah fight me pup, show me your teeth” he teased playfully.

    Eventually I had to give and he roared in laughter. “Long way to go pup but someday you’ll get there.” he said and swatted me on my left ass cheek.

    “Prick!”

    “He, he let’s go we are done anyways for today” he sad as he put his arm around my shoulders and as soon as we started walking he actually lowered his hand down to my right nipple and gave it a good squeeze. That got me going and my dick jumped a little.

    He started running and I wanted to catch him and repay the favor but he was to fast.

    I actually felt a lot better afterward and I got home in good mood but than things just got heavy again and was feeling miserable like hell.

    There was a knock at the door later that day and it was Heinz.

    “Start packing pup!”

    “Manzo? What is going on?” I said as he went past me with a suitcase in his hand and started mashing my things in it.

    “i said I would help you now get a move on and start packing” he said as if it were the most logical thin in the world.

    “Dare I ask where we are going?”

    “My place till the competition and than you can return in be miserable here.”

    For once I didn’t argue and started packing the things I would need.

    Finally my mood was better and it showed in my performance and energy. Although I didn’t have that surplus of energy I unusually do but still it was great and my definition improved every day. It was after a few days he brought me a fucking gigantic tube of shaving cream and a few razors the better ones not the cheap ones I used. Damn that was a hard nut to swallow. I didn’t really know where to begin and what to do.

    I clipped my hair with the trimmer really short but now I was standing under the shower with shaving cream in one hand and razor in the other and felt stupid. I was so proud of my body hair and now I had to shave it of. I newer did that before. Stupid I know but it made me feel like I would become less of a man. In my revere I didn’t see him enter the bathroom.

    “Scoot over pup, let’s do this” I was puzzled as all fuck.

    “What the fuck?” I said defensively

    “Be grateful pup I rarely do this but I like you. So the plan is I shave you and you shave me. Now stop wining and give me the cream” he explained.

    “Thank you” I said. And it was not a thank you just only for the shave but for doing it with me. I didn’t really get the implication that would become cleared as I shaved him in return. It was nothing overtly sexual but it was intimate as fuck. Yeah he sort of played with y nipples and asshole and stuff but I knew this time I could get him back and I intended to fully reciprocate.

    I was pensive at first and finally I relaxed it felt so alien to be touched in such manner. OK the worshiping session made that easier for me but this was so much more was so much more intimate and I felt so much more vulnerable. But all in all he did a good job and I was hard and leaking like really hard and copious.

    As I shaved him it was… can’t really say what it was but it was powerful. All the hair off. He seemed calmer more subdued than ever. Maybe he had the same qualms as me. Thinking of it I newer saw him shaved like this before. I know many bodybuilders make it a norm to be shaved and such, but I personally think it takes something from my manhood. It could be insecurities. But after you are shaved you are truly naked. I saw it now what it meant for him to do this thing with me. I know I was special to him. And that made me feel hornier than ever.

    While shaving him I was mesmerized by his chest and nipples they were not as big as mine but damn they were sensitive. He was moaning while I returned the twist and shit he did with me other times and I could now pay him back. He was hard, I was hard it was fucking erotic that what it was. Shaving his crotch, fuck let’s talk about alien. Shaving a hard dick and a big set of balls. Fuck only than I realized what trust is. He trusted me with his junk and I trusted him with mine. That was powerful and it hit me like a truck. Trust and respect.

    Shaving his ass. Fuck is all I can say. That was beyond intimate. It was intimate when he did me, but now it was like more, so much more. If you wonder he got the taste of his own medicine I did play with his hole like he did with me. Yeah smooth as smooth is. My dick was hard the whole time while shaving him, actually my dick newer got soft since he entered the shower.

    Later as we rinsed off he shocked me again: “Pup time to bust that nut. Look me in the eyes, don’t think just look me in the eyes and don’t look away.”

    We jerked off and I came like a fucking geyser and he came a lot he hit me with his cum well his abs got drenched in my spunk so yeah it was like total new territory for me but I fucking loved it.

    After we got of our high and still looking in each others eyes he said: “trust”

    “Trust” I repeated.

    Well Heinz would not be Heinz if he did not do what he did next. Before he rinsed of his body he scooped some of my cum of his abs and sucked it his mouth and with that wicked smile of his said: “sweet” and he made some lame ass crunching sound.

    “Manzo you are a fucking pig you know that”

    “yeah I know” was his response and than he slapped my ass really hard like he always does when making a point or something

    “now kiss me you know you want to” he teased and got all over me

    “eow you’re sick” I said while laughing and escaped to my room and he laughed his head of in the bathroom. Yeah definitely back to normal again.

    “You have to make yourself sparse this evening, I’m having someone over and I don’t you to spook him away” he said maybe a week or so later.

    “Sure thing Manzo it is your home after all.” I responded totally meaning it

    “You know you my guest and all. Just making sure you are OK with me doing this. But a man has his need you know and the guy is really ripe for it and all. You can bring someone over if you like some other day.” he offered like a sort of explanation not apology that was obvious.

    “I get you. No problem here, but if you want you privacy just close the doors” I remarked

    “Maybe I will and maybe I wont” he replied with his mischievous grin of his.

    I made some arrangements with some guys from the gym to go out for a bit. It ended sooner than I thought it would and I was thinking of going to the dorms for the night, but I guess the curiosity got the best of me. To explain myself. Well after that shave I really wanted to see Heinz in action. Was not like with Paolo. I know Paolo mostly bottomed and was a needy motherfucker in his own right I saw him with a few guys and it really didn’t peek my interst. But than again I did not have such, for the lack of better words, intimate relationship with him. With Heinz it was different. He had some sort of aura around him and it peaked my interest. I wanted to see him rut, really in action. I knew he was holding back with me because it was something we discussed and we had this trust thing going on. But I wanted to see him when there were no breaks on the bull. The whole deal got my balls tingling and my dick twitching.

    As I entered Heinz’s house I heard murmurs and I was really quiet. The fucker had the doors wide open. That looked to me like an invitation and I tentatively sneaked to the doors and peaked in. O my fucking god. What I saw there got my blood boiling and my dick throbbing.

    The guy with him was Tim or something I remembered him from the gym. He had a reputation of being a mans man or something. I confess it was all just speculation because I knew him only by what was rumored at the gym. Yeah guys do talk about stuff and there are a lot of rumors behind all that sweat stanched walls.

    To get back to what I saw. Fucking hot. They were both kneeling on the bed, Heinz behind him, really working Tim’s pecs over and lightly caressing his shoulders with his lips. Tim seem sort of reluctant and Heinz wanted to kiss him on several occasion dead on the lips but he withdraw his head on every occasion. There was some sort of battle of wills going on. Tim was obviously getting of on it because his dick was definitely getting harder or was hard could not tell because of his denim. All I saw was a big bulge. Tim had to be Heinz’s height, he had some serious muscle on him, mind you not that defined as Heinz but still solid muscle tone without the prominent definition. Well compared to Heinz nobody in that gym had definition if he was to be the norm. You see Heinz has mass and definition. I guess he is well under 10% body fat. 

    What struck me odd was I clearly remembered Tim had some body hair going always. If nothing else tufts of dense black hair in his armpits. From what I could see in the dim light there was not a hair on Tim under his very shortly cropped hairline. I could have sworn he had longer hair, but I did not know for sure because I did not pay him much attention until that day. But hello I could see the stubble on Heinz, since he shaved only once with me and the hair started growing back. For all intense and purposes Tim appeared freshly shaven. Just a hunch as I said.

    As I said there were two alphas on that bed and I wanted to see how this would go down. I was so horned up I stuck my hand in my pants and started fondling my hard cock, precum already soaking my pants. This was hotter than any porn I ever watched. I knew that this would either change me or totally disgust me. Well I was feeling no disgust whatsoever.

    Meanwhile Heinz had Tim sort of turned around, like ¾ facing him. The battle for submission in full swing. Tim was feeding on Heinz ample peck and running his hand on his partner taunt and muscular abs, circling his fingers on the ridges of that 8 pack. Heinz was sort of tender with him, holding his head at his nipple, sort of side kissing his short hair just above his ear. Tim really got into eating that hard nipple. Heinz was definitely gaining control over him.

    Than the real battle begun. Heinz was leading Tim’s hand towards his hard denim clad dick and Tim was fighting back, he clearly didn’t want to give in. but Heinz was stronger and finally rubbing Tim’s hand over his massive dick. See Heinz has maybe 7 inches but the damn thing is fat as a wrist. Seriously like a soda can thick fucker. It looked like some atomic missile. He doesn’t have this big mushroom head but his dick sorts of spreads out evenly from tip to base. And by the looks of it Heinz was totally hard and he looked impressive with that hard dick like seriously impressive, I should know right, I shaved the damn thing o and don’t forget the bull sized balls, so yeah a mighty package. Tim fought back some but than Heinz led his hand in his now open trousers and as soon as Tim’s hand touched the flesh it was game over and he knew it. 

    He brought the fat fucker out of its confines and was stroking it with ave and determination of sorts. At the same time Heinz started to glide his hand over Tim’s back and consciously or not Tim arched his back for Heinz. And the fucker didn’t stop there he went right under his shorts. I imagined straight to Tim’s asshole and started playing it. Once he retreated his hand to lick his fingers I definitely knew he was playing with that ass and Tim loved it because he started moaning some. The first moan was like a flood gate, he would be moaning something fierce later. One could hardly connect the two, the alpha I thought I knew and the moaning I would be hearing.

    With the free hand Heinz was pushing Tims head down towards his throbbing dick, but Tim fought back, he was definitely not eager, he fought but lost eventually and in my eyes his submission was complete when he took that fat knob in his mouth, but boy was I wrong.

    They were getting undressed after a while Heinz calling Tim a boy and he called him daddy. Fuck what a turn on. They were both into this. By now my shorts were pushed down to my ankles and my t shirt was over my head and I jerked off, played with my nips and so on. I was totally into it.

    There was some serious sucking going on. Heinz standing and Tim kneeling and even that was not the end of it. Heinz started fucking his mouth and really using the jock. Tim was semi hard now and he had a solid looking dick I guess it would be around 8-9 inches medium thickness. Most definitely nothing to be ashamed of and if I were a betting men I would say none of his previous conquests had no complaints whatsoever. Most of the guys in gym were envious as all hell. Heinz sure know how to pick them right. Now watching at this I knew Tim had no more fight in him, he was loving it all.

    Soon they ere in a sort of 69 position Tim sucking Heinzes dick and Heinz eating out Tims ass and spreading it with his fingers. Really spreading it and it sort of seemed like Heinz was really meticulous about it. He wanted his young buck to be ready to take him and he wanted Tim to beg for his cock. And not long after Tim really did just that.

    “Daddy fuck your boy pussy now, quit playing with it and fucking take my cherry.”

    They were really talking dirty to each other the whole time and it made the whole deal real. Hell if I had to imagine Heinz fucking it had to be a bit dirty he is just the sort of person I would say. Well you have to know him to understand.

    Tim was on his back and Heinz was on top of him. Tim put his legs on Heinz shoulders. After what looked like and eternity Heinz was balls deep in Tim and he was not that ruthless bastard but he really worked his prick in that virgin ass with care, one could even say lovingly. As he started fucking his bitch all that was gone, it had to be one rough and hard ride. Excuse the harsh words but it really looked like that to me. I know Tim is a man and all and has to be to have taken that log up his ass but the scene of it all it really seemed like he was now totally and utterly a bitch for Heinz. Or my perception and imaginations of things got the better of me. Really as I mentioned before the moaning was something else. And no more fighting too. Now Heinz dominated every part of Tim’s body and mouth too, they were kissing like for real, tongue and all. I think I don’t need to say who was in control do I?

    After some serious pounding they changed positions Tim was on all fours and Heinz was really slamming it home I noticed something else. Tim was rock hard and he sexier than ever. Ass in the air and his head hang low. Fuck it was hot I was nearing my own climax when I noticed. Was the dude pissing himself or what. I had to see. No definitely no piss as I at first thought it was cum. Buy the looks of it Tim came without touching himself. I was in ave with both of them. That is some serious shit when you see something like that. I came at that moment and soon after Heinz was hauling his victory while he seeded that conquered hole.

    After the realization hit Tim what just happened he had a hard time accepting it I would imagine. But once again Heinz showed his true colors, he was there for him and it was getting seriously intimate and private. I had n business sticking my nose into that. It was Tim’s most private part jet in my opinion, so I left to my room, spent and tired. But hot images burned in my head.

    “Pup you were a very bad peeping Tom list night. I should whoop your ass right now” said Heinz the next morning. He was somewhere between mad and proved of himself.

    “Sorry Heinz but it was so hot I could not look away. I knew I had no right, but I literary could not take m eyes of of you.” I admitted honestly.

    “I see you are honest, and I’m to blame myself a little bit leaving that doors open like that. But you See Tim had a really hard time accepting all of this and when he saw your cum stains on the floor he freaked even more. It took all I have to send him home in the right mindset. Next time cum in your pants or something.” he said somewhat letting up.

    “Seriously I’m sorry” I said and I meant it “it was hot as all fuck I could not take my eyes of of you two. Take it as you want but I need to learn some of your moves, Manzo moves.” I finally admitted half jokingly.

    “You thing you got what it takes to learn my moves pup?” he said very animated almost playfully but not there yet.

    “i would like to think I have,” I responded challenging him.

    “yeah yeah yeah, let me be the judge of that. First things first though pup. Go and make things right with Tim you hear me!” he said and it was not a request and I know it.

    “Let this be your first and most important lesson from me: RESPECT.” he said. I knew what he meant, but I had to give him something back so he would not get his head to high.

    “OK I get it,… Manzo” I said making a pause so he knew I was challenging him.

    And he roared with laughter and than he tackled me and we were is a mock fight soon after. At least things with him got back to normal. But the task at hand would take much more out of me, how to approach Tim.

    I was seriously lost as to what to do, how to approach Tim. Seriously we did not mingle at all. It was a curt nod of recognition at most before yesterday.

    “Hi” I said to him that morning, not really knowing what to say to him after all. No malice whatsoever. But he got that look in his eyes. I could not place it was it shame or anger or fear I really could not tell. However he didn’t respond and I left feeling uneasy. Leaving I could feel his eyes boring holes into my back, of that I was almost certain, but I didn’t want to look back and make matters worse.

    I was going to take a leak but two strong hands grabbed me as I stepped into the empty stalls. It was him and he was pining me to the wall shooting venom out of his eyes.

    “You don’t own me you sick motherfucker” he was shouting in my face.

    I’m no pushover and I really didn’t deserve that, OK I did but would not have admitted it at that moment and I pushed back. I guess I really got him off balance right there. He thought he had the upper hand in all this, but I was not ready to go down like this and I didn’t want to fight him if I could help but I sure as hell would fight him do defend myself.

    “Get of your high horse for just a moment will you” I said with more venom in my tone than I intended. I knew that and I continued more calmly: “ OK I know I was wrong yesterday I had no business sticking my nose where it doesn’t belong. I wanted to make sure you knew I was not judging you or anything but you go off like some sort of bully. I won’t take that shit from you.”

    He was pushing me and I was pushing back. I had enough of this shit so I pushed with all my might and he was not prepared for this so he went plying back tot he wall this time it was me that was pinning him to the wall.

    “I want say a thing about what happened yesterday to anybody because I’m not that person, I’m sorry if you think I disrespected you or something, but what I saw was totally hot and I could not look back once I saw you two. If you think you need to settle this with your fist than go ahead slug me if it will make you feel any better. I wanted to be nice and reassure you, but you do what you think you must I don’t fucking care either way” and I let off of him and waited. He stayed there stunned at what I said. And since he didn’t move or say anything I went to do what I came here to do at the first place and went right into the empty cubicle and did my business.

    As I came out to wash my hands he was still there looking at me intently. And this time it was me who was surprised.

    “It means a lot to me you saying that. And I guess I was the one who misjudged you.” he said while I looked in his eyes “and I’m sorry for thanking my shit out on you.”

    I looked him in the eyes and said to him meaning it “Seriously dude I you want to talk about it some time I am willing to listen, but right now I have to focus on other things and I don’t want to be at odds with you.” I said extending my hand “Truce?”

    I half didn’t expect him to do what he did.

    “I hear you bro” he said and we did this stupid bro half hug thing. But it felt good and right. I was relieved.

    Heinz must heave heard what happened and he looked relived and sort of proud I guess. And thing vent back to normal, well almost normal. I could not get the hot images from last night of my head. This two days of my life changed me for ever, because I knew I was changed man and I knew I wanted to feel some of that intensity from yesterday for my self to. Priorities and reasoning, logical thinking got me going on, helped me focus on task at hand, namely getting ready to the upcoming competition, but my fantasies were vivid as ever. First time in my life there was no women in them either and I didn’t care anymore.

    July 2000

    We talked a lot more openly after that with Heinz and I think think the whole deal with Tim brought us even closer together. Not much more happened till the competition. I mean I was really focusing, even the jerk off sessions I usually had were only down to maybe one a day. I really mellowed out in that regard. The major problem I had was lack of energy and I knew I had to set my mind at only one task and Heinz was right there beside me.

    I don’t know if Tim and Heinz got together again or not. If they did I certainty was not aware of it. And it didn’t seem right to ask. I intruded on their private moments enough as it was.

    Heinz explained his views on sexuality and what he thought was important for him and what he liked sexually. I explained what I had with Miranda to. He talked about trust, respect and boundaries with me and how on a different level we did that together. It made sense and I liked his way of thinking. To some extend I think it was something I could live by or at least give it a shot. I guess since we did things so slowly and spontaneously of sorts it all did make sense for me. I regretted nothing from that month, I’m sure I was aware of it at that time. I would regret it If I had not done it.

    Erections were a common thing leading to competition, but me and Heinz did not turn it into something sexual. The most obvious change was I now saw Heinz as a sexual being, before that night I haven’t really considered that. He did turn me on when he shaved me or applied the tanning creams and such. It was deeply intimate and to some extent erotic to me and for him to because he was always hard and such.

    What I did with those 3 men for money back in the beginning of the year was like a childs play. For to be worshiped and to worship at the same time is something so much more and if there is trust and this energy we have with Heinz that is something totally different. Did I consider myself totally straight? Of course not and when the opportunity would arise I would try more with a man I was sure of that, but to put labels on what I was at the moment would be ludicrous because it was not important to me on the one hand and on the other I really didn’t know where all this would take me.

    It all lead down to the competition and this time I really was comfortable with Heinz and my body being close and intimate. I found solace in his lazy embraces we shared when I was particularly down and tired.  I learned to cherish simple gestured of comfort. Like sitting on the couch and just watching TV and Heinz would put his hand on my tight or around ma shoulders or even caress my pecs and such. Yeah it was arousing and all but it as not only sexual or something animal like. It was comforting and reassuring. It was an expression of care and companionship. I did the same sometimes. As for me I know why I did it. I needed physical contact and reassurance that someone was there for me, it was not done as foreplay or petting. We both knew we had our boundaries and that. We totally respected each other. 

    I know I was selfish because I took so much from him and it was definitely hard as hell for him, because I knew his sexual desires. He reassured me he wanted what we had and was more than OK with what we did.

    The day of the competition came and I got a third place. Was a little bummed at that and all, but he was so happy and really first time and getting a third place is something good and totally awesome. Only years later I would see what and accomplishment that actually was.

    As we got back from all the ruckus that was that competition I was emotionally and physically drained. And so I welcomed Heinz’s help at cleaning myself up. Yeah I would still look like a freak a few days with that lotions and color dissipating over the next week. But I really needed him. And I think I was finally ready to take the last two lessons from Heinz. 

    Namely execution(the act of sexual encounter if you will) and care.

    He looked me so differently when we steeped out of that giant shower of his. And he took my hand and he lead me to his bedroom and I followed. It was actually the first time I was in that room it was nice, organized and it smelled of him, totally masculine and to be frank it smelled sort of like home. Although I could hardly admit that to myself, or was not ready to admit, that sort of smell reminded me of a safe place. Right at hat moment I genuinely felt safe.

    “We are doing this as friends Rob. I want to show you what I see whenever I look at you, not just on that stage. Although that made me see it even cleared.” he said as he sat down on his bead.

    “Come close to me as close as you are comfortable with and flex for me”

    I came without hesitation as close as I could my knees touching his mattress and standing between his legs. We looked into each others eyes the whole time as he lightly almost reverently caressed my body. His hands traveling up my thigh and over my ass and up to almost my neck. It felt like electricity running trough my body. He didn’t need to say a word and I knew he was worshiping me, I saw it in his eyes. He was like an open book to me at that time, he did not hide his tremendous lust he had for me, but also respect and admiration.

    His hands eventually came to my front and he caressed and glided over every muscle and I flexed and relaxed them for him so he could get the sensation he needed and sort of demanded. He had this intense look on his face I just could not look away. He was totally hard and his cock was leaking like mine.

    At some point his motions became sexual and he was driving me in a sexual frenzy with his sweet words that actually meant nothing and his manual ministrations. He was doing a number on my nipples and I was moaning. My dick was really making a mess right now. I stopped flexing and was caressing his hair and ears. It was more than I tough possible and than he showed me how wrong I was thinking that.

    Slowly but deliberately he started feeling up my balls. It was reverent not dominating it was sensual and erotic as all hell and than he did something I thought I would never see him do. He took my dick in his mouth and just sucking my flared cock head and I was out of my mind with need to cum, I was sexually charged like you wouldn’t believe.

    His masterful sucking left me breathless, all I could do was moan and repeat my litanies of fucks and o my gods in between. I started to buck my hips a little and he let me and it was like nothing I have ever felt before. He took my dick to the root and he was looking me in the eyes it was like the best blow job ever. Miranda was good but he was out of this world. My dick was throbbing, my balls were tingling and I knew I was about to cum and I saw in his eyes he wanted my cum he wanted to taste all of me and at that moment the rush of power took over. I grabbed his head and unloaded deep into his throat. I came so much I thought I would loose my consciousness right there and than.

    He pulled me down on his bed with him. We were both smiling and huffing from the intensity of our interaction. And were were only half way there. At least in my book.

    As I cam down from my high he was already stroking his cock like a mad man. I took his and away from his dick and he let me. He started to say something and I put my finger on his lips and the silent OK was said and I started to give something back. I was totally taken by his body by his presence by his dick. I sort of did some worshiping but what I really wanted was to take his dick in my hand and stroke it till he came.

    It was a slow and teasing hand job and I played with his upper body and hiss balls. He was begging me now to make him cum, but I wanted more, I wanted to feel more of him. I took him to the edge and back again several times, he was cussing and moaning like some old gipsy. But I wanted to take him to the edge of madness and show him what I saw when I looked at him. We were still watching each other in the eyes but I wanted to see hiss body to so I did a little bit of both I guess. I was enthralled by the alien feeling of having someone else’s dick in my hand and the power he gave to bring him over the edge. And when he finally came I whispered over and over again: “Manzo, fuck, come for me, Manzo do it.

    He came into a great spasm and his whole body erupted in one giant orgasm and he was loud o my fucking god he was loud. It was intense for me. I grabbed my still hard cock and only in a few quick strokes deposited my own cum to his own magnificent splashes of cum.

    Than I did something that as sure as hell surprised him, hell I even surprised myself, I took some of his cum in my mount and tasted it. It was not something I thought I would ever do, but I was sort of compelled and it was totally not something I expected it to be, but it was all good.

    “Yeah birds of a feather flock together” he sort of moaned out

    “Yeah we are both pigs aren’t we?” I managed to say as he pulled me on top of him. 

    And now came the care part I guess. I saw it in his eyes he needed me close and I was more than OK with it, but I saw something else. And I was finally ready to give it.

    We gradually closed on each other and we kissed. It was raw and intense. But not in sort of I own you thing but more like I care for you and I need this thing. It does not mean it was not passionate it was the final peace of the puzzle. It was strange kissing a man but I definitely liked it and would do it again if the opportunity arouse. Heinz was an excellent kisser, sensual as all fuck.

    After a while of kissing and making out he said “Wow pup you are full of surprises. Thanks I needed that.”

    As I was standing up from his bed I said “Manzo, You are not that bad for an old man that is” and I ran for my life and he was chasing me, finally he caught up with me and tackled me and it was a wrestle until someone gave up, of course it was me. Before he left for shower I saw him how he refrained himself from giving me a kiss, I was glad and sad at the same time. But it was better this way because we couldn’t give each other what the other wanted anyways. 

    Next day we were like best buddies again and I was glad and I told him so. His OK was not so convincing, but I guess we both needed time to think things trough. He drove me to the train station and we didn’t talked much. But he stopped just short of getting there.

    “Do you regret what happened yesterday?”

    “No Heinz I’m glad we did it, but I get it that it is harder for you. If you want I will get another tutor next year.”

    “NO Rob I want us to work this trough. I liked it and I feel good about it. No shame and definitely no regret on my part at least.” he said

    “Than we are of the same mind.” I said

    Before I left he hugged me and whispered: ”Come back soon pup, there is lot to be done if you want to get bigger.”

    I kissed him on the cheek and said: “Can’t wait.” 

    We were both smiling while I stepped on the train that would take me home for the remainder of the summer.

    August – September 2000


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  • Talking in His Sleep

    Talking in His Sleep

    By : A. Williams

         My name is Mason Spence and this is my story about my best friend in high school, Luke Parker. I’m not sure where to start, so I guess I’ll start the first day we met each other.

         It was the first day of tenth grade and no one acted like they were happy to be back at school. I was only happy about the fact that I was now able to drive instead of taking that god-awful cram packed stinking old school bus that seemed to always break down.

       As I parked my mothers’ old 69 Ford Falcon station wagon that sunny morning, I noticed some new students hanging out around the front entrance. Two girls and one guy, damn I thought this school doesn’t need any more girls. The student population at Grant High was eighty seven percent female already and for a closeted gay guy like me, the pickins’ of the thirteen percent male students was indeed limited.

       I stepped out my mom’s old Ford Falcon station wagon, polished the toes off my black boots on the back of the pants leg of my tight Levis. I shook my long black curls out of my face and slung my worn black leather jacket over my shoulder. I grabbed my backpack and heaved a heavy sigh, two more years in the boring place I thought.

        I walked to the main entrance and the new guy nodded and said “Mornin’, nice boots man.”

       He was tall and lean, blonde and blue eyed. He was handsome alright and I nodded back but did not speak back to him. Bells were ringing and homeroom was calling and I just made it into class and took a seat before the last bell. Looking around I thought, same old stupid group as last year.

        A few stragglers came in and the teacher warned, “Because it’s the first day I will let you in tardy. Tomorrow the door will be locked at last bell. You have all now been warned. Hold on Mr. Parker, come back to my desk please.”

       The new guy, the one that spoke to me at the front door, turned and headed back to the Teachers desk. There was some exchanging of papers and then, “Class this is Luke Parker, a new student here at our school. Please make him feel welcome and help show him around. Mr. Spence, please raise your hand,” she said.

       I did and she told Luke to take a seat beside me. When he sat down I could smell his cologne and it was very nice and manly. “Hello, I’m Luke and you are?” he asked.

        “Mason, Mason Spence,” I replied without looking his way. That was all that was said between us. The bell rang and we were off to the next class.

       This Luke fellow and I seemed to have every class together before lunch. He ended up sitting next to me in every class. I didn’t mind, he smelled really good and was not talkative, which I liked very much.

       At lunch, I sat at my usual table for two alone like I always did and I noticed Luke did the same. I figured he was like me, a loner. So I left him alone. After lunch I only had one class with Luke and he sat next to me again. Finally the long boring day ended and I headed for the old station wagon happy to be free.

       The first three months of that year went so slow. But Luke and I were neck and neck for top scoring students in all our classes by the end of the first quarter. Come to find out, he was as smart as me. But I knew next to nothing about him, so one day at lunch I joined him at his two person table.

         “Hey Mason, glad you joined me,” he said without looking up from the book he was reading.

         “How did you know it was me Luke?” I asked as I started to eat my burger and fries. At least the food was good at school.

         “Your smell is how I knew it was you,” he said smiling and taking a bite of his own burger, his nose still buried in his book.

        I smiled, I knew his smell very well too and liked it a lot. “I’m ahead of your scores by two points. I know I will leave you in the dust by the time the final report cards come out.” I said boastfully.

         “Ooohh really, you want to put your money where your mouth is Mason? I have fifty bucks that says you are so wrong,” he laughed his eyes now fixed on mine.

    “You’re on my man.” I said quickly loving the challenge.

         That’s how our friendship started and Luke did take my fifty bucks. His score was 97.8 and mine was 97.6. That Bastard…hahaha. That year we became best buddies and were always together. We were like each other’s shadows and loners no more because we had each other.

         That summer we tagged alone on each other’s family vacations. Our parents were happy that we both had a friend. They felt we were growing up and becoming more social but in reality we were still loners. We only socialized with each other. However, the parents gave us more freedom and we took full advantage of that.

         We never dated any girls and by the end of our junior year I was beginning to wonder if Luke was gay like me. He had never said anything nor did anything to make me suspicions but the lack of female companionship for two horny teenage boys was telling.

        That summer for my eighteenth birthday present, the parents gave me a full camping set up. A two person tent, chairs, a grill and everything you needed to go with it. I had bought Moms old station wagon last year and it was perfect for hauling my gear.

         I called Luke, “Hey Buddy, want to go camping for a week? The parents just gave me the full set-up for two for my birthday. Let’s get away and drink a few Bud Lights and chill. Do some fishing and swimming,” I asked.

         “That sounds great Mason. Let me work on the folks. When do you want to leave?” he asked.

    “How about we leave this coming up weekend?” I countered.

    “Sounds great to me. Let me see what I can do on my end Buddy,” he said happily.

         I knew the perfect spot for us to go camping. The old Millers’ farm down on route twenty–nine. It was very secluded, full of large oak trees and had a clear water spring fed pond full of trout. The pond was great for fishing and swimming.

       Later that week when Luke and I hooked up to go mountain biking, he gave me the good news. “The folks said we could go on the camping trip Mason. Mom has made some cookies and brownies for us to take along. She even made some of her famous homemade coleslaw and potato salad for us,” he told me excitedly.

        “Great buddy! You know I love your moms cooking. I got some dogs, beans and chips to take along with us and Mom said she would buy some more stuff for us to eat. The weather is supposed to be perfect for our trip. What do you say, I thought I could pick you up around six on Saturday morning?” I asked him.

    “Sounds go to me. Is Sam buying us the beer?” he asked.

    “Already done my friend, in the cooler and ready to be iced down,” I said smiling.

    “You never fail to impress Mason,” he said shaking his head and laughing.

        “You know it!” I boasted. We parted ways and headed to our respective houses with a high-five and promise not to be late Saturday morning.

        In bed that night, I thought about our trip. I had been noticing changes in Luke that were making me a bit frustrated sexually. Like the way his shoulders had broadened and the way his body had muscled up.

        What was really driving me crazy was he had let his hair grow out some and it would fall into his beautiful blue eyes. He had a way of tossing his head to move his hair out of his eyes that made my cock twitch.

        Before I knew what I was doing I had my rock hard eight inch cock in my hand and was fantasying about us sleeping in that tent together. His good smelling body all warm beside mine, hot skin to hot skin touching and rubbing together. The smell of our arousal was really my own pre-cum leaking from my cock in my hand but the fantasy seemed so real. I moaned his name. “Ooohh God Luke,” as my cock fired again and again.

        Maybe…just maybe I thought as I came down from my orgasm. Just maybe this trip would bring us closer together. I could only dream of the day Luke and I could be intimate. God how he had my heart and deep desires without knowing it.

        Luke was indeed on time, ready for our trip. Early even and I was ready to get on the road. We loaded all his stuff in the back of the old station wagon and headed to the local convenience store for ice.

         We sang loud and out of key to the songs on the old radio. We were already enjoying getting away and being on our own. Two free young men ready for an adventure, loners but together as we always were.

         It took about an hour to get to the farm and Luke was impressed as I pulled up under the huge oaks next to the pond. The perfect place to pitch the tent and set up camp.

         “Damn Mason this place is great. Like I said before, you never cease to impress me. I love it, let’s unload and get settled,” he said tossing his hair out of his eyes and making my cock twitch. 

         We unloaded all the gear and got busy setting up the tent. We gather wood for a fire and Luke was singing and laughing all the time. After setting up, we went fishing with purple worms for bait, the wiggly rubber ones.

          “I have never been a good fisherman. I always seem to sling my bait off the hook as I cast out,” he said as we walked to the pond with our rods and reels along with the tackle box.

        “I can help you with casting Buddy, it’s not that hard. You just need to know how to flick your wrist.” I said hoping to be close to his back and ass with my arms around his body. We found a good place and began to get our bait on our hooks.

         Once we were set I laid down my rod and said, “Here Luke let me show you how to cast out, you stand there and relax. Let me get behind you and show you the motions you need to make. Ok?”

         “Sure, thanks for the help,” he said as I walked behind him, my cock already on the rise. I took his right arm with my right hand and slowly slid it down to his wrist. My left hand went around his small waist and rested on his tight abs. I thought I heard a small moan from him but was not sure of it. I moved my head on his shoulder, my mouth close to his ear. God, his hair was so soft on my face. I pressed my body into his and moaned quietly myself.

    I felt Luke tense up and said softly in his ear, “Relax Luke and let me show you.”

         “Show me what? Ooohhh yeah….yes, how to cast,” he said a little breathless not seeming to remember why he was in my arms. I showed him the motions a couple of times before we casted out the line. It ending up perfectly by an old tree trunk half exposed in the deeper part of the pond.

         “Great job Luke, got it now?” I asked reluctantly letting him loose and walking away to get my own rod.

        “Yes Mason, I think so and thanks,” he said bumping his rod and reeling along trying to entice the fish to bite.

         We fished in silence and two hours later we had six rainbow trout and two largemouth bass, plenty for supper. We headed back to camp and cleaned our catch, putting them on ice. It was still early but I wanted an ice cold Bud Light and a joint or two of some really good stuff I had snuck along for us. After all we were all alone and on our own, so why not?

         It was getting warm so I pulled off my shirt, kicked off my boots and socks. Then barefooted, I grabbed four beers from the cooler as I watched Luke pulled off his t-shirt and move his chair closer to mine. We both sat down and I fished my stash out of my pack-back.

    “Lookey…Lookey. What do you have there?” Luke asked grinning from ear to ear.

    “A treat my dear friend and it’s some really good shit.” I said lighting the large joint.

    I passed it to Luke, “Go easy man, it’s some potent shit.” I warned.

        We passed it back and forth talking about how quite it was out here and how relaxing it was. We finished the joint and cracked open our first beers. We kicked back and enjoyed our high.

        Then out of the blue, Luke started to laugh. “I got a joke Mason, ready?” he asked still snickering.

    “Go for it man,” I said smiling and hoping it was indeed funny.

    “Why is air and sex alike?” he asked me.

    I thought but had no response, “Don’t know, why?” I asked.

    “Because you don’t miss it unless you’re not getting any!” he said waiting for my response.

        It took me a minute to get the joke. Then all of a sudden it was the funniest thing I had ever heard. I busted out laughing and couldn’t stop. Luke joined in and we were both leaning on each other and holding our hurting abs. I’m sure the pot had a little something to do with our fit of laughter.

         When we calmed down some, I took a swig off my beer and said, “I wouldn’t know….haven’t had sex yet.”

        “I know the feeling Buddy, me neither,” he said cracking another beer and adding, “Light up another Mason, let’s keep the party rolling.”

         And that’s what we did….PARTY! Before we knew it the sun was starting to set and we lit the camp fire. We made a rack for the fish to cook above the fire and sat back to let them cook.

    “Mason, you really a virgin?” Luke asked

    “Yep, sorry to say. You too?” I asked already knowing the answer.

         “Sure am,” he replied and changed the subject. We ate all the fish, Luke’s moms’ wonderful potato salad and a bag of chips. When we were stuffed and satisfied I stood.

    Stretching I said, “I’m ready for bed, how about you?”

    “Yep, let me piss and I’ll be right there,” he said standing and walking into the woods.

         I entered the tent and stripped naked. I wanted Luke beside me, so I fixed the sleeping bags into one large bed and climbed in. Pulling a sheet over my lower half, I waited for Luke to come in.

    “Wow you got the bed all fixed, thanks man,” he said undressing.

         I tried not to stare but could not help myself as he lowered his jean shorts and stepped of them. He adjusted his cock in his tight silky boxers and zipped up the tent. He lay down on the make-shift bed and I turned down the lantern. We both lay on our back in silence. I could hear Luke’s steady breathing and feel his warm shoulder touching mine. I wondered if I would get any sleep tonight but I didn’t really care, I had plenty of time to sleep later.

    “What do you want to do in the morning Mason?” he asked bring me out of my thoughts.

    “Don’t know. How about a long hike and then a swim to cool off?” I asked.

    “Sounds great to me. Nite Buddy,” he said rolling on his side away from me.

    “Good night Luke,” I said missing his touch already.

        It did take me awhile to fall asleep but it finally came and sometime in the middle of the night I was awaken by Luke’s voice. At first I could not understand what he was saying. It was mostly moans and a “Yes” and “More” here or there. Then I heard my name, “Mason” and then “Please don’t stop.”  I was suddenly fully awake and moving closer so I could hear what he was talking about.

         I could see he was asleep and obviously dreaming as well as talking in his sleep. Luke continued to moan and whimper and then “Manson kiss me.” I decided to do something to get more information.

     “Kiss you where?” I asked

    “On my lips please.” Luke answered, still asleep.

    “How long have you wanted me to kiss you?” I asked.

    “For years,” he answered.

        My heart was beating wildly and my cock was on the rise. This was too good to be true. I continued my line of questioning.

    “What else do you want me to do Luke?” I asked holding my breath.

    “Touch me,” he said.

    “Where?” I asked

    “All over,” he said

        The temperature in the tent was on the rise or maybe it was just me. I was so turned on it was all I could do to resist the urge to reach out and rub his body. But I knew if I did he would wake up.

    “Can I touch your chest?” I asked.

    “Yes,” he answered.

    “Can I touch your abs?” I asked.

    “Yes,” he answered.

    “Can I touch your cock?” I asked holding my breath.

    “Please… yes,” he answered.

         I stopped asking questions and gave him a chance to sleep deeper. I didn’t want him to remember any of this, I wanted to keep it my secret for now. He rolled over facing me and sighed. He was so handsome in the soft glow of the lantern. I wanted so to kiss his lips but didn’t. Instead I rolled over and scooted back against his warm body.

        Still asleep, he reached over me and with his arm and pulled me closer. “Make love to me Mason. I want you so bad,” he murmured in my ear still asleep.

         Now that I knew how Luke felt, I intended to do just that and lots more on this trip. I lay in his warm embrace enjoying the feeling of his body so close and his breath on my ear. My mind began to wonder and I came up with a great ice-breaker for tomorrow. I snickered to myself about my idea and eventually Luke’s even breathing lulled me back to sleep.

         I woke to a strong sun and the smell of coffee brewing. I felt for Luke but I was alone in the sleeping bag. My need to piss was the real reason I struggled to wake up fully. I left the tent, shielding my eyes to the sun and stumbled to the oak for that much needed piss. When I sat down by the fire, Luke was there with a fresh cup of coffee.

    “Thanks man,” I mumbled.

    “You look like you need it,” he laughed.

    “That bad?” I asked taking my first sip of the hot strong brew.

    “Yeah, that bad,” he said smiling and sitting down next to me.

         We drank our coffee in silence as we listened to the sound of the woods. It was already warm and the sun felt great. There was a slight breeze that would wash over your our bodies every now and again. All and all it was the perfect morning for our hike.

         I finished my coffee, refilled my cup and looked over at Luke. Now that I knew he wanted me…us, I was having a hard time keeping my cock under control. I thought talking might help my ragging erection deflate.

    “Let’s eat breakfast before we go hiking. You get ready, I’ll cook.” I said.

         “Sounds good buddy. Be back in a few,” he answered as he stood and walked off toward the tent.

         I scrabbled some eggs and made some more coffee finishing just as Luke came out ready to eat.

    “Smells great Mason, I’m starving. Thanks Buddy,” he said digging in.

         I walked to the tent to get ready for our hike. I had to or I would have thrown Luke to the ground and fucked the hell out of him right then and there. Hell fire, this was going to be a torturous morning for me, I had to get myself under control. I came out ready to go and shoved a few bites of eggs in my mouth.

         “Ready to roll Luke? We should get going before it gets too hot,” I said needing to get moving.

         “Sure buddy, all set,” he said walking off in the woods with me on his heels. We hiked for about two hours and came upon a huge lake. The lake had to be five acers with a sandy beach type entrance and clear blue water about shoulder high at the deepest part.

    “Damn, we should have brought our fishing gear,” I said.

    “This looks perfect for our swim, I know I’m ready for a dip. It’s hot as hell,” Luke said.

    I thought about my plan and said, “I think skinny dipping is called for,” as I started to strip.

         I was surprised that Luke followed my lead without question. Soon we were running into the cool water butt ass naked, laughing and cocks wagging. God he was beautiful, a big blonde bush above that six inch soft cock. My plan was coming together perfectly.

         We swam around for a little while and then Luke stood up in a shallow part on the lake. The water about waist high, so I could not help but notice the water dripping down his sexy body as he slung his wet hair out of his face. I stood and walked to him, staring deep into his eyes.

         He saw me coming and stood still intrigued by my stare. I stopped inches from his body and leaded over and whispered in his ear, “I know the secrets that you’re keeping. When you were talking in your sleep, you told me you wanted me. Wanted me in every way. Luke I want you too.”

         I leaned over, took his face in my hands and kissed him softly. He moved closer to me, wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled us close together. Luke licked my lips and I opened them for our tongues to meet.

         The sparks flew as we swirled our wet hot tongues around each other’s. We grabbed each other’s heads and pressed hard into that first kiss. We ground our hard cocks together as we moved to the sandy shore on the lake.

         I laid Luke down gently on his back, “Make love to me Mason. I have wanted you for so long,” he begged.

         “I need to taste you first Baby. Let me suck you and eat your perfect ass first,” I said swallowing his hard nine inches.

    “Ooohhh fuck yes. Feels so good Mason,” he moaned loudly.

         His cock was all I had dreamed it would be and more. I loved the feeling on his thick pubic bush on my nose and his pre-cum was so sweet. I bobbed my head on and down his luscious shaft as I ran my hands over his smooth chest and hard nipples. He had his hands on my head and in my long black curls.

         “God Mason, your hair is so soft. Your Mouth feels so hot and wet. Please don’t stop,” he moaned.

         We were both enjoying our first sexual experience and I wanted his cum in my hungry mouth in the worst way. I had no intention of stopping until Luke had erupted in a mind shattering orgasm.

         I didn’t have to wait too long because Luke soon yelled, “Ooohhh….I’m gonna cum …..Yes!” as he tighten his grip on my head

         I felt him tense all over and felt his hot salty cum hit my tongue and slide down my throat. Again and again his cock fired and I gobbled up all that precious liquid. I cleaned his dick as he came down from his orgasm.

         I crawled up and kissed him deep, sharing the taste of his cum with him. “Damn baby your cum taste so good. Now roll over and let me taste that sweet ass,” I said smiling.

    “Mason I am all yours for the taking,” he said rolling over.

         I brushed the sand off his beautiful full ass, spread his butt cheeks for a smell and my first taste. I inhaled deeply. He smelled clean and ready to eat. I licked his crack from bottom to top over and over again as he moaned, “Uuummm,” beneath me.  I pressed my thick tongue into his hole and moaned deep. I almost came just tasting his ass. Yes…It was that good.

         “Yes eat me. Get me ready for that hard cock of yours. God I want it so bad!” Luke moaned out.

    I could not wait any longer, “Are you sure you are ready baby?” I asked.

    “Yes Mason, please go slowly but I need you inside me,” he said.

         I spit on his ass and worked in two fingers, then three.  He was moaning and begging for my cock so I spit on my rock hard cock and lined it up to his hole. I pushed, piercing his sphincter and sliding in about two inches as I felt Luke clamp down from the pain.

         “Relax Baby, I’ll wait. You tell me when you’re ready.” I said holding my positon and rubbing his back hoping to relax him. God he was tight, like a virgin should be. I knew I would not last long once I started fucking him.

    “God Mason, your cock is huge.” Luke said panting and starting to relax.

         “Do you want me to stop Baby? I can pull out and we can try again later?” I asked concerned, not wanting to hurt him.

         “Hell no! Don’t you dare pull out, I’ve dreamed of this for years. Push slowly Babe,” he said determined that we continue.

         I pushed in inch by inch slow and steady until my balls rested on his. I lay down on his broad back, my lips to his ear, “God Luke … your ass is divine Baby. So smooth and hot.” I said licking his ear.

         “I feel so full Babe, we’re one finally … in all ways. Fuck me and make us cum hard.” Luke said.

         I pulled out slow and pushed back in slowly. God I was in heaven and feeling so much pleasure. As I made love to Luke, I whispered in his ear, “I’m glad you are my first. You feel amazing. You mean everything to me. I want you always Luke.”

    All he could do was moan, “OOOohhh….Yyyeeesss…Uuuuummmmm.”

         With my cock never leaving his ass, I flipped him over on his back. I wanted to kiss him as we made love for the first time. We locked lips as I continued my slow thrust. I was surprised that I was able to hold off my orgasm but I wanted, no I needed, Luke to cum first. His pleasure was more important than mine.

         I had to admit then and there in the middle of my ecstasy that I loved Luke deeply.  So I broke the kiss and screamed out for the whole world to hear, “I love you Luke, with all my heart and soul. Cum for me!” as I continued to make sweet love to him.

         He moaned out loudly as his hard throbbing cock spattered all over both of us, “I love you too Mmmmason, for aaaaa thousand yearsssss and a dddaaayyyyyy.”

         I felt his ass clamping down over and over as his cock fired off. And that sent me over the edge into a pure bliss that I had never experience before, deep in his sweet ass. It made me go weak all over and I collapsed onto Luke’s body still feeling the after-socks of my explosion. We were all sweaty, covered in cum and sand but so damn satisfied.

         We laid there in total silence. Me on top of him, I could hear his heartbeat and feel him breathing beneath me. Then all of a sudden he said, “That’s what I been missing for all this time. Damn, let’s do it again Mason. Right now!”

         I started to snicker and decided to play with him. I jumped up off him, raising my arms and doing my best Dr. Frankenstein imitation. I yelled, “I’ve created a monster!” as I ran into the clear water of the lake.

    “Ooohhh you ass! Get back here.” Luke said laughing as he followed me in.

         We played and washed off in the cool water. Then we dressed and headed back to camp. The rest of our trip was spent making love whenever we wanted, as many times as we wanted. In every conceivable position we wanted to try.

         All and all that trip changed our lives forever. I know it may sound a bit odd to all of you but we even had our honeymoon here on old Millers Farm. I bought the place for Luke as a wedding gift and we come here every year for our anniversary.

    We have been married for 20 years now, and it’s funny that Luke still talks in his sleep.

    Thank you for reading and posting comments on my story…..feel free to e-mail me too..A.


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  • The Play Date

    2007 Early Summer 26 yrs. Old

    I’d known Stephanie a little over a year. We’d started out as a casual sexual encounter, but later grew to be best friends and regular lovers. Walt accepted my dalliances with other Transsexuals and an occasional woman: I won’t say he approved. But he grew to like Steph and they became friends. He eventually grew to love her, much as I did.

    We had a lot in common. We both were more comfortable as girls early on. Her testicles were crushed when she was a young teen. I had mine removed when I was 24. She ran away from her family. My natural family had passed away suddenly. She was a street prostitute, by necessity, for a short time. I was a call-girl for a couple of years. We both had suffered had suffered abuse from people we thought loved us.

    Stephanie never had a considerate lover until she met Roger, her husband, then later, me. Until then, she’d only been raped, or sold herself out of necessity. Roger was the first person to whom she freely, and unconditionally gave herself. I was the second. We were the only two.

    I, on the other hand, chose to enjoy sex with many others. I only slowed down when I met Walt.

    She married a man eight years older than her. I was in a relationship with a man 20 years older who would eventually become my husband.

    Stephanie didn’t really care to be around most men. Oh, she would dress sexy whenever when went out on dates, but she dresses nicely and conservatively the rest of the time. She often got onto me for dressing sexy most the time. But then, I liked the attention, though I toned it down the longer I was with Walt.

    She and I were in the deli in the lobby where Walt’s company had offices. Walt was going to join us for a quick coffee. Men, and even women, would look us over while we waited. I could tell Steph was not happy.

    “Men are always staring at you wherever we go!” she complained.

    “Why do you think they’re staring at me? You turn heads wherever we go!”

    “But they only do it when I’m with you!”

    “Exactly! Only when I’m with you!

    “Did it ever occur to you lovely ladies we might be looking at BOTH of you?” Walt had come up unnoticed.

    As he sat he said, “I’m in the company of two VERY lovely women.” He thought a moment and suggested one of us sit a table across the room. I went over first. Over the next fifteen or twenty minutes, a handful of me came by and offered to but me a coffee. Stephanie went next, with similar results. Walt knew what would happen.

    Okay….. So we both turn heads.

    Walt stayed with us a few moments longer then returned to work. We all stood and he kissed me nicely. He then kissed Stephanie on her cheek, then walked away.

    Stephanie looked flustered and put her hand to her cheek. She was unusually quiet and distracted. I looked at her questioningly.

    “While you were over at the other table, Walt put his arm on the back of my chair and held my hand with his other hand. He leaned over and whispered I was just as beautiful as you!”

    “I know that, Silly!” I replied, though I wondered what Walt was up to.

    We kissed goodbye. We had a “Play Date” set for the next day.

    I sat on Walt’s lap that evening. We kissed some and he held me in his strong arms. (I always feel safe and loved when he holds me on his lap.) I was distracted and he could tell it. He finally asked what was bothering me.

    “Stephanie told me what you did,” I said.

    “When those other men came up to you, she looked so sad, I thought she might cry. I was just reassuring her. Both of you have serious self-confidence issues. Issues Roger and I can’t help you overcome. Both of you need help from someone trained in your situations.”

    He’s right.

    “Walt, I need a little “reassurance” right now”, I teased. “Take me to bed?”

    “Always, Love, always.”

    A long, thick cock up my ass for a half hour went a long ways towards reassuring me.

    To hear me talk, you’d think Stephanie and I spent most of our time in bed together whenever we had the chance. Originally, that was true. We were each looking for a lover to meet our particular wants and needs. Later, we became close friends. We went out for coffee, or lunch, a couple of times a week. We also went shopping. We’d schedule afternoon ‘play dates’ every two or three weeks. 

    The next day, Steph came over for lunch and our scheduled play date. After a light lunch and a couple of glasses of wine, it was play time.

    When we first started our affair, Stephanie would quickly undress lay back, letting me fuck her. Other than her time with Roger, she was always just a warm body to dump cum into. (So was I for much of my earlier life!) After we’d fucked a few times, we began ‘making love’.

    I put on some soft jazz and slowly danced for her. I smiled invitingly to her and she soon joined me. It wasn’t long before we were in each other’s arms kissing. We danced slowly long after the music had stopped.

    Stephanie wore a strapless dress that day. I ran my hands across her bare shoulders. Soon, my lips followed as I nuzzled her neck and shoulders. I slowly unzipped her and let the dress slide off her body. I kissed my way down to her breasts. She has large, dark aureoles with nice suck-able nipples.  I slowly moved down to her stomach. She is fuller figured than I am, with a rounder tummy, fuller breasts, and a fuller bottom.

    I knelt and took her cock into my mouth. I slid all the way down and tickled her nut sack with my tongue. She ran her fingers through my hair. I kissed the head and ran my tongue along her slit. When she came, I parted my lips and allowed her cream to fill my mouth. She had a slightly spicy taste. (She loves hot Indian food, especially curry!) I lightly sucked until I’d swallowed her load.

    I slowly stripped for her, watching the desire build in her eyes.  I had her sit on a bar stool , her nice ass over the back. I stood behind her and worked a lubed finger into her ass while I kissed her neck. She moaned. I stood behind her and slid my cock into her ass. I held her shoulders as I thrust upwards into her. Unfortunately, I didn’t last very long and filled her ass.

    I knelt behind her and ran my tongue up her ass crack. I spread her cheeks enough to allow my tongue to lick the cream leaking out her asshole. I kissed the rim and pushed my tongue inside.

    “Oooh, Babe! That feels so good!” she sighed. “I really wanted this!”

    I licked her a few more minutes, then it was my turn. I lay back on the table an d raised my legs. She placed my legs on her shoulders as she thrust her cock into my ready asshole. I played with my cock as she slowly fucked me. It felt nice having her cock in my ass. I felt her nut sack slapping against my ass. She reached around my legs and played with my small, round breasts.

    A few minutes later, she came. We cleaned up and retired to the guest room.

    ———-To be continued————

  • Strapped Tight

    Jimmy and Ted

     “Ted,” I said, calling up to the black chauffeur. “Find a private spot and pull over and come back here.” I could feel Jimmy flinch, but I also could feel him willing himself to control his breath and his fear.

    Ted pulled over quickly and the black bull muscled his way into the backseat. I told him to strip, which he did on the spot, and then I told him to join me in fucking Jimmy, suggesting that he pump himself only to half hard to begin.

    Jimmy started to tremble more noticeably. He buried his face in my neck and started to whimper, but he didn’t object or question my authority in any way. I asked him then if he wanted out of the car, but he just shook his head and said he was where he wanted to be, that whatever I wanted was good with him.

    I scrunched my buttocks farther down toward the front of the seat, my cock still fully buried in Jimmy’s ass, and tipped Jimmy up, as Ted approached him from the rear and forced the head of his cock into Jimmy’s asshole along the top of my already entrenched and slowly rising cock. Jimmy, driven by instinct even though he had assented to this, tried to pull his arms from behind me, but I held him fast and kept my arms wrapped around his back, holding his bare chest to mine.

    Ted pushed in four inches, which gave me a thrill. This was real tightness. My cock quickly accelerated its engorgement, which clicked Ted’s button as well. Jimmy involuntarily arched his head and torso back, succeeding in sucking his arms from behind my back. He reached back, trying to get at Ted, but Ted took his wrists in his powerful hands and pulled them out of the way. I grabbed Jimmy by his waist and lowered my lips and teeth to his nipples.

    I pushed down on Jimmy’s hips pushing him farther down on my now fully hard cock. Ted went with me at that with his own dick, and Jimmy was to find that, although Ted’s cock was thinner than mine, it was even longer. Nearly ten inches long, a true black bull. Jimmy gasped as Ted and I inched our cocks up inside him. He was flailing around involuntarily, but he wasn’t giving any indication of intentional opposition to what was happening to him.

    “Shh, shh,” I said in a ragged voice. “Just quiet down and drain yourself of tension. It will be easier that way. You can take us both. We’re almost in now, and you’re doing fine. You’ll love this when we are in position.” This had hit my sexual button. You couldn’t get any tighter in an ass than having another throbbing cock in there with you.

    Ted had found the leather straps Jimmy had used for a belt and had tied his wrists up to a strap in the center of the ceiling of the car and now had his own hands free. While I was working Jimmy’s nipples and pecs with my tongue and teeth and rocking his hips back and forth on our double-fucking rods with my hands, Ted was playing with Jimmy’s balls with one hand and stroking his cock off with the other. Jimmy had his head lolled back on Ted’s powerful shoulder and was nodding it back and forth. His eyes were closed tight and tears were rolling down his cheeks. He was licking his lips, trying to control himself, trying to quiet down. I felt Ted’s cock head running up along the top of my cock until it met my own. And then it wandered on past for a couple of more inches. Jimmy gulped and groaned as Ted reached the end, probably farther up Jimmy’s ass canal than anyone had ever gone before. I noticed that Jimmy’s face was turning red.

    “Breathe, Jimmy. Breathe,” I commanded. “If you breathe normally, it will be just fine.”

    Jimmy slowly expelled pent-up air in a long, drawn-out breath. He looked down at the sensuous fingers of the chocolate hand that were stroking his cock and sliding around the precum of his cock head. Jimmy seemed mesmerized by that.

    “Do you like that, Jimmy? Do you like what Ted is doing to your cock?”

    “Yes,” Jimmy squeaked.

    “Then concentrate on what you like. You are being stroked off by one of the best in the business. Ted has a nice, black cock eleven inches up into you too. Have you ever before had a cock that long?”

    “No,” Jimmy whispered. “I haven’t had a cock over eight inches inside me until you, either.”

    “And did you like that, Jimmy?”

    “Eventually. Yes, I like that when you do it now.”

    “And you’ve never been double fucked before, have you?”

    “Yes, but not this big,” he whimpered.

    “But you can come to enjoy that too, don’t you think, Jimmy?”

    “Maybe.” And then quickly, because he was afraid this was the wrong answer. “Yes. Whatever you want. I’ll love whatever you do to me. Yes, I love to be double fucked by big cocks.”

    “Oh, you haven’t been double fucked yet, Jimmy. You’ve just been double penetrated to this point.”

    Jimmy moaned and he rolled his head back on Ted’s shoulder.

    “You do want to be double fucked, don’t you Jimmy? You do want to learn everything that makes me happy, don’t you?”

    “Yes,” Jimmy said. “Whatever makes you happy.”

    “Yes, I love tightness and control–and submission, Jimmy. You can’t get more tightness than a double fuck. Do you want Ted and me to play you now?”

    “Yes.”

    “Give me a kiss, Ted,” I said. “Before we start. Then you know what I like.” We leaned in to each other past Jimmy’s head and kissed deeply.

    “You want to join us, Jimmy?” I asked after Ted and I had disengaged.

    “Yes, whatever you want,” Jimmy answered.

    “And Ted can finish you off while we kiss,” I suggested. We went into three-way kissing and tonguing until Jimmy lurched, signaling that Ted had taken him beyond a climax.

    “I don’t need you to tighten yourself for me for this, Jimmy,” I then said. “This is when you can get those legs stretched out and open your hole as much as you can. I suggest you find a foothold somewhere above your waist in this car with each foot and hold on for dear life.”

    Jimmy lifted his legs and stretched them out to the upper rims of the window wells on each side of the car, as Ted and I rose with him, our cocks still entrenched to the hilt. I got up on my knees on the seat of the car, and Ted just crouched on bent knees under Jimmy’s buttocks. I held Jimmy by his waist and Ted supported him under this thighs. And then Ted and I played Jimmy’s ass like pistons on a steam engine. Slowly I pulled out until my dick head was dragging on Jimmy’s prostate and then I pushed back in while Ted pulled out all of the way. Then he drove back in and up ten inches into Jimmy, as I pulled back to Jimmy’s prostate. We started slowly. After several strokes, accompanied by the groaning and moaning of a quaking Jimmy, and on cue, both Ted and I pulled half way out. I wrapped a fist around both of our cocks and rotated them around in Jimmy’s ass. He panted and moaned for us, but he dipped his lips to mine and gave me a passionate kiss. I forgave Jimmy his initiative, seeing now that he was slowly being won over.

    “Sort of like this, do you, Jimmy?” I whispered to him.

    “Yes, yes, it’s getting easier. More tolerable.”

    “And the thought of being double fucked by two studs, one white and one chocolate, is turning you on, isn’t it?”

    “Yes, yes, it is. I’ve never imagined doing this before. Ahhh, that’s good!” Ted and I had both reeled in to the end.

    “Ah, ah, ah, ahhhhh,” he was moaning as we began to pump him quicker now, first with long, counterplunge strokes, as before, and then, as we got more frenzied ourselves, deep inside him, never pulling out from more than a seven-inch depth.

    “Ahh, yes. That’s good. Pump me. Fuck me. Ah, that long prick; it just keeps on digging and digging.”

    “You like that, Jimmy? You like Ted’s prick deep inside you?”

    “Yes, yes.”

    “And If I like, do you want Ted to do you again, all by himself, when we get to the house?”

    “Yes. Yes. I mean if that’s what you want.”

    Both Ted and I were breathing hard now, close to our climaxes. “Tell me when you are ready to blow, Ted” I yelled.

    “Any time now,” Ted yelled back. “Just let me know.”

    “Are you ready, Jimmy?” I whispered in his ear. “Are you ready for the most amazing feeling of your life.”

    “Yes, yes,” Jimmy murmured through clenched teeth.

    “Now!” I yelled, and Ted and I flooded Jimmy’s insides with great spurts of semen, filling him until white fluid seeped out of his rectum and puddled on the floor.

    He threw his head back and yelled, “Man, on man! I think you hit up into my stomach. Oh, God, I’ve never felt so filled before.”

    Jimmy had done well, and he seemed to love to fuck in general, so I decided there and then to give him a reward he’d never forget. I pulled my trousers back on and buttoned up my shirt.

    “Here, I’ll drive on home, Ted. Perhaps you can show Jimmy what your real talent is while we are driving–your incredible ability to reload and fire. Jimmy, you are free from making me happy for a while. Do whatever you want with Ted. Fight him off if you can or top him if you can. And scream your head off, if you like. Have fun.”

    I had barely gotten the car started, into gear, and back out onto the road when I heard Jimmy screaming in ecstasy in the backseat.

    “Oh, God, yes. Deeper, deeper!” I looked back in the rear-view mirror and saw that Ted had gotten Jimmy spun around on his dick and Jimmy was laying back on the seat, facing forward, his legs reaching for the ceiling and Ted scrunched down on the balls of his feet between Jimmy’s legs and humping him with deep forward thrusts. Jimmy was meeting him thrust for thrust with his hips, thrilled to be free to take initiatives now. Within minutes, I heard them exclaim in unison.

    “God, I don’t believe you could trigger again that fast,” Jimmy was saying. “Now . . . Hey, wait, what are you doing?”

    Ted had pulled Jimmy down to the floor on his knees, his chest buried in the seat, and Ted was behind him, his legs between Jimmy’s, and he was pumping the young man again in long and forceful strokes. Ted had Jimmy’s wrists in his hands and was holding them up and out. His face was buried in the side of Jimmy’s neck, where he was sucking with all his might.

    “Enough, enough,” Jimmy was yelling. “No more. Oh, oh, oh, yes. Do that again. God, that’s driving me crazy. How can you stay so long and so hard?” And then within minutes, “God, how can you go off again so fast? I have to rest. Let me rest.”

    Ted’s idea of letting Jimmy rest was to lay him down along the seat and get below him, his strong arms woven around either thigh and meeting in a fist hold on Jimmy’s stomach and inhaling Jimmy’s cock into his mouth. Jimmy was arching his back and digging in his heels and rhythmically pumping Ted’s mouth.

    “Ahhhh,” Jimmy was moaning. “Such a soft mouth. Oh, do that again. That tongue. You’re driving me wild. I’m going to come. Oh, God, I warn you, I’m going to commmme!”

    I moment of silence, and then Jimmy exclaiming again. “Not so soon. You can’t possibly . . . ahhhh. I don’t know if I can . . . Oh, yes, yes. Fuck me. Fuck me again. Harder, deeper.”

    The rear-view mirror showed that after sucking Jimmy off, Ted had snaked himself up Jimmy’s prone body, slapping his broad chocolate chest on Jimmy’s chest and his belly on Jimmy’s belly, pinning the young man on his back on the seat. Ted had thrust his arms under Jimmy’s arm pits and had his arms pinned so that they couldn’t do more than stroke Ted’s back. His still-hard dick was buried in Jimmy’s ass and he was stroking him again in fast, strong thrusts. Jimmy was rubbing the backs of Ted’s monster calves with the heels of his feet.

    “Ah, that’s good. This is all I can take, though. I know you can’t possibly shoot again so . . . Oh, God, oh my God. No one can reload in ten minutes, time after time. Oh, oh. I think cum is coming up in my throat. You’re a Super . . . no, no, not again. Ahhhh.”

    A brief silence. And then another “Ahhh,” and “ohh,” a weak moaning and heavy sighing. I looked in the rear-view mirror again. Jimmy was stretched on the seat on his belly this time. Ted was crouched above him, kneeling with his knees encasing Jimmy’s thighs in one of my favorite approaches. He had his elbows locked and his palms opened across Jimmy’s shoulder blades on either side, and his long, long cock was poised above Jimmy’s asshole. From Jimmy’s moaning, I had to assume that Ted was doing his specialty, the long, long stroke and total withdrawal. And sure enough, as I peeked back at him when I was able, his cock took a long, long slow slide into Jimmy’s ass, up to where golden-red ass fuzz merged with kinky black hairs. Then, rotating his hips, Ted would do a rotate of his cock within Jimmy’s ass. Jimmy would moan when Ted was buried eleven inches and sigh when Ted’s cock rotated.

    “It feels so big now, as well as long,” Jimmy murmured. “It’s so tight. But it feels so fine. You could do this all night. It doesn’t matter that you don’t shoot again. You could . . . Oh, my God, not again. Oh, oh, oh.”

    Ted liked his specialty. He did this twice more, continuing to reload and shoot at an amazing pace. The last time, Ted went down in the stretched-along-the-body close hold that he had learned from me, and Jimmy, exhausted, and filled to the brim with semen, lowered his arms and stroked his insistent lover’s thighs lightly with his fingers. He was sighing quietly, fully satisfied, waiting for Ted’s cock to wilt at last, inside him.

    Ten minutes and I heard Jimmy yelp with surprise. Ted had rolled onto his side, against the back of the bench seat, and had rolled Jimmy with him, Jimmy’s back to Ted’s belly. Ted was side splitting Jimmy now, with renewed strength and vigor. One of Ted’s hands was holding Jimmy’s leg in the air, giving Ted a good opening to Jimmy’s asshole, and Ted’s other hand was snaked around Jimmy’s waist and was stroking Jimmy’s cock off again. Ted’s lips and teeth were buried in Jimmy’s neck.

    Ted was doing his signature stroking into Jimmy’s ass. Long and strong strokes, burying deep before withdrawing and pounding in again. Jimmy was clearly worn out, but he came to life as his cock engorged under Ted’s ministrations and he was bouncing up and down with enthusiasm as Ted arranged for them to cum simultaneously.

    For several minutes I heard low voices, obviously voicing endearments and mutual admiration from the backseat and the slurping of deep kisses. As I pulled through the gates to my estate, however, I looked back and saw that they were in one last position. Ted was sitting in the center of the backseat, with his legs raised so that his heels were resting on the console between the two front seats. Jimmy was draped across his legs, his head resting on the top of Ted’s feet, and his ass buried against Ted’s belly. Ted obviously was still–or once again–buried ten inches into Jimmy. Jimmy’s arms just dangled beside his body and trailed on the floor of the car. His legs ran up the back of the seat on either side of Ted’s chest. Jimmy’s head was lolling. It was turned toward me, and I saw the semen floating in his eyes now and his mouth was showing a sloppy, slack, lopsided grin of complete surrender and fulfillment. His head was also bobbing up and down, because, in the back seat, Ted had Jimmy’s hips in his hand, and he was sliding Jimmy back and forth on his still very hard dick. The sliding made a slick slurping sound, as Jimmy’s ass canal was swimming in semen.

    We reached the garage and I turned off the engine. I turned to Jimmy and took his chin in my hand. “Does Ted make a good top?” I asked sweetly.

    “Oh, yes, yes,” Jimmy murmured. “Does he ever stop, though?”

    “Yes he does, Jimmy. When Mr. G wants him too.”

    “Mr. G?” Jimmy asked weakly.

    “Yep, there’s a Mr. G, Jimmy. There’s always a Mr. G somewhere ahead. Even the dominators are dominated. This is Mr. G’s limousine. You and I work for Mr. G’s business. Mr. G tells Ted what to do. Mr. G even tells me what to do. Do you think you can understand that, Jimmy? You think you can understand how this spirals, how what goes around comes around?”

    “Yes,” Jimmy answered weakly. And then, “Oh, oh. Again. Again.” And I looked back, and with a very satisfied look, Ted was filling Jimmy’s tank again with his love juice. This had been quite a night for Ted – and, of course, for Jimmy. I had enjoyed it as well.

    Jimmy was unable to walk from the car. A still vigorous Ted had to carry him into the house–Mr. G’s house.

    * * * *

    And Then There Was Me

    The light of the dawn was creeping in across the manicured lawn and through the gap in the silk drapes at the window of Mr. G’s playroom, fingers of light dancing around the room, picking up and reflecting a rainbow of colors from the crystal chandelier overhead. I lifted my head and looked over to the bed, where Jimmy was spread-eagled, wrists and ankles tied off at the four corners of the bed frame and staring at me with eyes rapidly moving through a variety of expressions: fear, lust, arousal, shock, weariness.

    Ted moved over and sat down on the bed beside Jimmy, and Jimmy started screaming again and staring at me in wild-eyed panic as Ted began to work his fist, one finger and knuckle at a time, into Jimmy’s hole.

    I was having issues of my own. I was totally exhausted. It had been a long night.

    I thought that surely it was over now–and that thought brought on a flood of relief–and regret.

    But then Mr. G grabbed my hips again and raised my buttocks to him and began working that hard, extension-augmented cock of his into my slack, totally used hole again. My arms ached from supporting the weight of my body on wrists bound to the top bar of the frame. Tall as I was, my legs, bound by straps around the thighs and under my knees, didn’t reach the deep-pile carpeted floor. Once his cock had gotten purchase in my channel, Mr. G released his grip on my hips and he was draping the leather sling around to rest on my lower belly again and fisting the ends and then was using the sling to move my impaled ass canal back and forth on his enhanced cock.

    Mr. G barked a command, and Ted stopped worrying Jimmy’s ass and stood up and walked over to in front of me. He gave me a deep kiss on the lips and then reached down and untied the bindings around my legs.

    They felt numb and it was like they were been stabbed with sharp knives all over as Ted lifted and spread-eagled them, rolling my pelvis up. He walked between my thighs and positioned his bulbous cock head at my channel above Mr. G’s enhanced and already sheathed cock and began his dance of double penetration.

    I raised my face to the ceiling, my eyes rapidly moving in a haze across the shimmering chandelier, my mouth open in a glorious, exhilarating scream of being ultimately taken, strapped and squeezed tight, and totally fucked–just like I liked to do to others. Ted had barely started pumping me in long strokes when I started shooting off my cum up onto the rough leather strapping criss-crossing his beefy chocolate chest.

    They fucked me for what seemed to be hours after that, and when they were finished, my wrists were unstrapped and I just collapsed in a heap at the base of the frame.

    I was drifting off as I heard Mr. G’s voice cut through the fog of my weary brain. “I do believe it’s Jimmy’s turn on the frame now, Ted.”

    -Fini-


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  • My First Male Blowjob

    My First Male to Male Blowjob  

    This happened the other day I met an older man here on line. His wife Cora had died and lonely he was looking for company. We visited some on line and then he asked me if I would like to meet. We met at a coffee shop, visited and just talked at first. Then out of the blue, he asked me, “Have you ever gotten a blowjob from a guy?”

    I said, “No.” 

    So he asked, “Do you want one?”

    I agreed so we both got naked. Claude was in good shape for a guy in his 40s. His already hard cock was more like 8 inches than 7. It was dark semi thick and had pre cum leaking from the uncut head.  Also unshaven, he had a natural clump of dark pubic hair.

    A little shy, I was soft so he reached over and stroked it for me. I’d never had sex so it felt good to be touched by someone else. 

    Even though Claude was rock hard I started playing with him because I liked it. He groaned, “Mmmmmmm,” and to both our surprise because he was supposed to do me, I want to my knees and took him in my mouth. He shivered all over, moaning, “O-o-o-h-h-h-h, SHIT,” as it slid between my lips and into my mouth. I started slowly licking the shaft and sucking the head, teasing it with my tongue. 

    He was shaking so I sat him on the couch and get between his legs and took him in my mouth again. 

    He moaned, “Ooooh yeah man, suck my cock,” as he lay back with his eyes closed and let me have my way with his cock. As I massage his balls he really relaxed. 

    I then started sucking him, working his shaft in and out slowly as I could because I wanted to enjoy it.  I soon had his whole dick in my mouth and believe me it was full. I had his balls in one hand and with the other hand I would stroke him every time I would move my mouth up and down his thick shaft.

    After about five minutes he was squirming, moaning, “Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh,” and moving his hips in time with my mouth.

    His hips started humping faster and harder. “Oh shit, here it is. I’m cumming,” Claude screeched but it was more of announcement than a warning. “Ooohhhh my godd, I’m cumming! I’m cumming in your mouth! Ooohhhh, Ooohhhh, Ooohhhh yessssss!”

    I told him that, “I’m hoping you do and soon.” 

    “I’m cumming, I’m cumming, OOHHHHHH God I’m cumming” he cried again and this time I went all the way down on him. My nose and lips buried in his pubic hair, he started shooting cum down my throat. He shot four thick ropes and then a little ooze.  I was able to swallow it all. I’m not sure what I’d expected it to taste like but it wasn’t bad, salty, kinda bitter, with an acrid peppery taste that kind of burned my tongue. But I swallowed anyway.

    I slowly sucked him until he went soft. When I finished Claude told me, “That was an excellent blowjob.”

    I told him, “It was my first time. I’ve never had a dick in my mouth before.”

    He asked, “Did you like it?”

    I said, “Yes,” and with a chuckle he told me, “It may have been your first but it’s not gonna be your last.”

    We visited while we rested and I found out that he hadn’t had any sex for over eight months, since before his wife Cora died. 

    Claude told me that since he’d been the one to make the offer he was prepared to blow me. I said, “Maybe another day,” and he said, “fine.”

    After we rested I thought I detected a little life, so I asked, “Can I blow you again?”

    Of course having been without sex for a while, Claude said, “Yes.”

    Once again I knelt between his parted thighs and took his cock in my mouth and started sucking it with complete abandonment. My head was bobbing up and down and my fingers lightly caressing his balls. I stop sucking, pausing to lick the underside of the head and shaft of your cock right where you are the most sensitive. After my taste I wanted to suck him off and have him cum as much as he could in my mouth. I wanted to taste his cum and feel it running down my throat. 

    My mouth descended again and again up and down his shaft, making soft noises of wetness. It is my eagerness to please him my hand never left his cock. After getting comfortable my mouth encircles his cock once again. I could feel the volcanic rise and tingle of his impending orgasm. As my tongue licked under the head, the first spurt rushes into my mouth, followed quickly by another, then another. I pulled his cock out of my mouth as another gush of cum splashed against my lips and chin. 

    More cum leaped from his cock, landing on my face. This time Claude had shot a regular load not near as much as the first time.

    Claude said that the next time he was gonna blow me but we’ve met 3 more times, with me blowing him each time, but he hasn’t blow me yet. And the way things are going I seriously doubt if he will.

    All my life I was always curious about giving a blowjob and now that I’ve tried it I highly recommend that everyone try it least once.

    The end…


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  • Afternoon Pleasure

    I wake up the next day cuddled close to my Japanese twink lover. My hard cock pressing against his cum crusted ass. Oh how I enjoyed fucking this boi. I slowing climb out of bed to take a leak.

    I walk into the bathroom, Tashi’s identical twin brother is in the shower. I warn him of my pressence as I let the piss flow. He opens the curtain as I’m finishing and pulls me inside. Before I can speak, he drops to his knees and takes my semi-erect cock into his mouth. 

    He sucks on me till I’m good and ready before pushing me back against the wall, turning around and impaling his virgin hole onto my cock. He tells me I’m his first and has wanted me since I made his brother my bitch the day before.

    I hold onto his hips as he begins sliding on my cock slowly at first then harder and faster. I bite my lip, trying to hold back. He cries out as his ass clamps onto my enflamed cock, causing him to erupt. The vibration of his quivering ass sends me over and I erupt deep inside him. 

    Just then, Tashi throws open the curtain with a slight disappointment look on his face. As his brother pulls off my cock to apologize, Tashi swallows my cock then his brothers. He grabs us both by the hand and leads us to his parents king sized bed. 

    They both throw me onto the bed then tag team sucking my cock and nuts. My eyes are in the back of my head, I’m in heaven. Tashi pushes his brother back, sitting on my cock and begins to ride me slowly at first. As his brother starts to suck on Tashi’s cock, he goes lust crazy. Starts bucking on my cock like a sex deprived slut.

    I watch as he holds his brothers head, practically skull fucking him, whimpering and yelping in pure lust. I throw Tashi onto his back, legs on my shoulders as I pile drive his ass. His brother quickly gets into a 69 position and they both go stir crazy on each others cocks.

    The sight of two sexy Japanese twinks blows my nuts off. I cry out as I cum once again, flooding Tashi’s ass once again. I pull out to see a river of cum pouring out sweet Tashi’s ass. I need more. I have one more in me.

    I get behind Tashi’s brother once more and begin another assault on his freshly deflowered boi pussy. Slamming his ass with all I have, balls deep, turning his cute ass red with my hips. I feel Tashi alternating between his brothers cock and my nuts.

    I feel his brothers hole clamp down onto my cock as he whimpers onto Tashi’s cock. He erupts into Tashi’s mouth, followed by Tashi himself. I pull out just in time to unleash one more huge load. Some shooting into the brothers gaping hole, the rest all over his ass.

    I fall back, panting hard, as they swallow each others cum. Tashi wastes no time and licks/sucks my cum from his brothers ass. Licking down his cock and nuts seeing how I came all over him. We lay there cuddling, our nuts emptied but looking forward to another nut busting threesome with these sexy bois.


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  • Jons welcome wagon

    Jon woke up about midnight with a juicy 8″ erection and that sort of tickling tingling feeling that told him jacking off was not going to get him back to sleep.  He needed a body.  A mans body with a hairy chest and nipples to suck on.  A dick to deep throat and an ass with cheeks just waiting to be parted, licked, tongued and fucked.  He sighed and rolled out of bed. He threw on a t-shirt, tennies, and a pair of thin cotton pants that displayed his equipment very nicely.

    He drove to a local park which closed at midnight.  Only person there was a cop making sure nobody was lurking past closing time.  Jon was ready to leave when the cop rubbed his crotch in an inviting way.  Jon turned off the cars engine, opened his door and waited.  He was not going to make the first move on a cop and get arrested.  But the cop moved over to Jons car door, unzipped, and presented him with a nice enough dick but he was very nervous and paranoid and before Jon could really enjoy it, the cop blew his wad, zipped up and informed Jon the park was closed and he had to leave or get a ticket. 

    So he left the park and the cops now flaccid cock and moved on to the local video arcade.  Only one booth was occupied so Jon went into the one next to it and looked through the glory hole to find a really magnificent dick with matching balls being slowly jacked in the dim light of the booth.  Jon rubbed his finger around the rim of the glory hole and the dick was   immediately  shoved into Jons waiting mouth.  He licked and sucked a while but he really wanted more.  But again the guy was paranoid and wouldn’t join Jon in a booth so Jon did his tongue and mouth magic and soon had the guy shooting copious cum over jons tongue and down his throat.  Then the guy abruptly pulled his dick back, dribbling a last few drops of cum on Jons chin, and made a quick exit from the store.

    Jon was bummed and decided to fall back to plan B which involved a pint of Haagan Daz salted caramel ice cream and a warm, lubed up             .  The Haagan Daz sort of took the place of cum and the           was vaguely like fucking someone.  He rarely had to fall back to this but tonight just didn’t seem to be working out for him.

    He drove to the supermarket which at this time of night was deserted except for a few guys stocking shelves out of big boxes stacked in the aisle so he headed down an aisle to the frozen foods.  There was a guy stocking who gave Jon an appraising look but then quickly looked away when Jon caught his eye.  It was the cereal aisle and Jon noticed the brand he used there so he squatted down to reach it on the bottom shelf.  As he turned to stand back up he found himself inches away from a very well packed package defined by the soft fabric of the pants.

    “Are you finding what you’re looking for?” A soft, husky voice from the stocking guy.

    “Gee I hope I have.  I’ve been looking all evening.”  He let his lips ever so softly brush the dickhead outlined by the pants as he looked up at the guy.  There was gasp and the package definitely started coming alive inside the pants.  Now Jon brazenly ran his mouth over the guys dick which brought it to full attention.  As Jon stood up he made sure to rub his body against the guy until their crotches met and Jon leaned forward to whisper in the guys ear.

    “You want to know what I’m going to do to you?”

    “Yes, I guess I should know, huh?”  The guys voice was very shaky and raspy.  Jon could see his eyelashes fluttering.

    “I’m going to start by kissing those pretty lips and then I’m going to french them for a while and then I’m going to shove my long, wet tongue so far down your throat that it will tickle your tonsils.  While I’m doing that I am also going to be playing with your ass cheeks and doing a little probing with my finger back there.”  A groan from the guy.

    “Then I’m going to unbutton that ugly supermarket shirt so I can have full access to those plump, hard nipples and that fine hairy chest.  I’ll work my way down to the pants, unbelt them, unzip them and pull them down which will unleash that lovely cock I could almost taste through your pants.  I will tease the head with my tongue for a while before I swallow it down to your pubes and feel your balls smack into my chin.  While my mouth is busy there my hands will be massaging your bare ass and my middle finger will be searching for your sweet pink asshole.  When it does it will probe ever so gently at your sphincter till it starts to relax and let my finger in.  Then I’ll probe deeper and deeper till I am in up to my second knuckle and can finger fuck you.  Then I’ll pull that finger out and add a second finger which will open you up even wider and make that little fuck hole beg for something bigger and thicker, that can go deeper and can make you shudder when it rubs over your prostate.   Then I’ll take your dick out of my mouth, turn you around and bend you over that box of Wheaties so I can spread those cheeks and plant my mouth right on your asshole where that long wet tongue that was just in your mouth will lick up and down your ass crack and probe as deep as it can into that secret hot hole.  But that won’t be enough for your ass which now wants much more than a tongue to make it happy.  That will be my 8″ boner that I take out of my pants and wrap my hand around.  I’ll add a gob of spit to my already precum lathered dickhead and then I’m going to shove all those thick 8″ inches straight up your shithole and up against your prostate.  Then I’ll fuck you hard and long until I feel your sphincter grab my cock.  I know that means you are about to shoot so I will blast your gut full of my primo jizz, pull out, turn you back around just in time to clamp down on your fuck hose as it sprays its load all over my tongue and down my throat.  Then I’ll put my satisfied dick back in my pants and leave.  What do you think about that scenario?”

    Jon raised his lips from beside the guys ear and looked him in the face.  He saw a pair of baby blue eyes wide and frightened looking and those delicious lips slightly open and trembling.  His mouth opened and closed a couple times and then said in a thin and shaky voice as he stared into Jons eyes.

    “What the fuck are you waiting for?  My cock is drowning in precum , my ass is twitching like crazy and I still have to get all this cereal on the shelf before my shift is over.”

    So later Jon walked out of the supermarket without his salted caramel Haagen Dazz ice cream.  Just a big box of Wheaties and a huge grin on his face.  Oh, and that tickling tingling feeling?  Completely gone.


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